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6/18/2025, 2:48:06 AM
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>Their answer came hours later, as the skies over Terra became alight with Drop Pods. Not of the Traitors, but from the Ultramarines and Dark Angels. The nights sky was lit up flashed of lance fire as the First and Thirteenth legions smashed into the traitors ships and the traitors began to evacuate en-masse.
>The Battalion came alive with cheering, as the most brutal battle in the long history of mankind came to a sudden end.
>The IXth consort wasn't celebrating. He had jumped on board of a passing Rhino, to join a group of Astartes heading to the throne room, leaving the Battalion in the command of his 2nd, and ordering them to push forwards and retake parts of the palace.
>The Rhino was painted in the livery of the Iron Warriors, and had been abandoned on the field. A hastily painted on Aquila and an Imperial Fist tank commander sitting through the top hatch and holding a Terran Militia banner was all that was stopping their fellow loyalists from opening fire at them.
>The driver was a White Scar, who had lost her left eye during the fighting days ago, alongside multiple punctures in her armour and who simply hadn't had time to get proper medical assistance. That wasn't stopping the Salamander Apothecary from trying to administer aid to her now while they were speeding down the road, with most of her attempts to spray medical foam into the Chogorian's wounds being battered off while being sworn at.
>Inside the Rhino sat a handful of other Astartes, mostly Imperial Fists and Blood Angels. The IXth was glad to see some of his "daughters", but something was noticeable wrong with them. They sat silent, with heads pointed down, and with small, sharp twitches as if they were trying to fight off some form of possession.
>The Rhino rolled into the outer sanctum of the throne room, before stopping. A line of Golden Warriors stood, in their path, Guardian spears lowered and aiming at them.
>Their answer came hours later, as the skies over Terra became alight with Drop Pods. Not of the Traitors, but from the Ultramarines and Dark Angels. The nights sky was lit up flashed of lance fire as the First and Thirteenth legions smashed into the traitors ships and the traitors began to evacuate en-masse.
>The Battalion came alive with cheering, as the most brutal battle in the long history of mankind came to a sudden end.
>The IXth consort wasn't celebrating. He had jumped on board of a passing Rhino, to join a group of Astartes heading to the throne room, leaving the Battalion in the command of his 2nd, and ordering them to push forwards and retake parts of the palace.
>The Rhino was painted in the livery of the Iron Warriors, and had been abandoned on the field. A hastily painted on Aquila and an Imperial Fist tank commander sitting through the top hatch and holding a Terran Militia banner was all that was stopping their fellow loyalists from opening fire at them.
>The driver was a White Scar, who had lost her left eye during the fighting days ago, alongside multiple punctures in her armour and who simply hadn't had time to get proper medical assistance. That wasn't stopping the Salamander Apothecary from trying to administer aid to her now while they were speeding down the road, with most of her attempts to spray medical foam into the Chogorian's wounds being battered off while being sworn at.
>Inside the Rhino sat a handful of other Astartes, mostly Imperial Fists and Blood Angels. The IXth was glad to see some of his "daughters", but something was noticeable wrong with them. They sat silent, with heads pointed down, and with small, sharp twitches as if they were trying to fight off some form of possession.
>The Rhino rolled into the outer sanctum of the throne room, before stopping. A line of Golden Warriors stood, in their path, Guardian spears lowered and aiming at them.
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