Dark and Messy Milennium [Private]

[Dialga]

Though the very existence of the forces of Chaos were largely kept under-wraps, those in the know held this stereotype of roving marauders who charged head-first into the line-of-fire, screaming hysterically for blood and carnage with no concept of forethought, planning, or subtlety.

Basically, the entirety of the forces of Chaos consisted of nothing except Khorne Berzerkers.

Ulias Drydocks was a minor shipyard. A small Mechanicus station orbiting Orias II, a gas giant from which hydrogen was harvested into the sacred fuel the various run-down Transports and occasional Raider made, ships supplied with other resources that themselves had to be imported from various industrial and agri-worlds within the subsector as they went about their business, ferrying Imperial citizens and valuable goods across the sector.

Ulias had a reputation as a den of thieves. A place under control of the Imperial underworld. Not much could be said if this was true or not, but the fact that Pirates not only left the station and the merchants around it alone, but would and have come to its aid in the past is no accident.

So this station wasn't entirely undefended, and simply charging forward was a terrible idea. No, this had to be clinical. Efficient. Months of planning and strategy all coming to a head.

The overarching objective was simple: Secure Ulias Drydocks and have the Legion of the Pale Eye's flagship, and only ship, the Ecstatic Victory brought in for much needed repairs.

Though the very real possibility existed that nearby spaceborne PDF regiments might respond to an errant call for aid, supplemented by pirates. If so, then what is even more important is that the station's goods, resources, and conscripts from captured prisoners be transported back to the Victory for another round of repairs.

All in glory to the Chaos Gods.

"Unidentified shuttle, you are not cleared for landing." A rather bored sounding human replied over the vox of the Aquila lander the first wave was being sent through. Several other similar Landers were being deployed to multiple docking areas. Their payload? Chaos Space Marines, supplemented by some of the mightiest human fighters in the Warband. Their immediate objective? Secure the landing bays for the second wave, as well as extraction.

"Unidentified shuttle, we cannot hear you, please respond." The human tried again, this time his tone was confused, with a tinge of worry.

"Unidentified shuttle, respond, or we will open fire." They were well within the range of the station's flak cannons, they just needed to keep them in the dark just a little longer and they would be - IN!

The flak cannons lit up the darkness of the void, but their firepower came too late, as the small and nimble flyers were already underneath their firing range. They didn't simply land, either, they fell to the ground, the floor beneath them screeching in rage, only just slowing down the fliers enough that their fiery descent came to a slowdown.

"Unidentified shuttle, prepare to receive bor-" The man's frightened remarks were cut off by the single flick of a button. The lander's hangar doors opened, its heavily armored contents spilling forth. There was no uniformity amongst them. One Marine could be seen with the hateful crimson of the Word Bearers, while another's armor appeared mixed and matched, one ceramite grey chestpiece, a pauldron from an Ultramarine, an Iron Warrior's vambrace.

Though Sevanix stood out in resplendent gold and blue power armor, bearing the colors and robes of the sons of Magnus the Red. He would have stood out even more, if his problem were ever made known. It was no secret that psykers like himself often had side-effects to their power. Usually it's mental instability, nosebleeds, or something else. Sevanix had the misfortune of losing bowel and bladder control. To make matters worse, the nutrient recycling systems in his power armor had become non-functional, despite his best attempts to convince the Magos or one of his Hereteks to repair it. Thus, forcing him into diapers. It was fortunate that the robe he wore over his power armor was a common and expected feature among sorcerers.

Though Sevanix hated the term 'sorcerer' when applied to him. Sorcerers used incantations, rituals, and dark bargains for their power. Though he did make use of some sorcerous tools, he was simply a psyker.

As the imperial Marines entered the hangar, themselves wearing black flak armor and wielding lasguns, Sevanix waved the staff he held in his hand. Arcane light dancing from the end, sending a massive crate flying from its resting-place, and flew at the assembled group, crushing many and sending the rest sprawling from either being knocked to the side, or managing to avoid it. Either way, the loud roar of bolter fire from the other half-dozen Chaos Space Marines reduced that group to ichor in short order. The bark of lasguns drove the group in to cover behind several loading crates. Though individually harmless to an Astartes, in large number, even the most foolish of Berzerkers would be wise to respect their lethality. Many of the Marines sporting fresh lasgun scoring on their battle plate.

[diokno44]

Meanwhile, flanking them, an athletically buil Felinid woman giggled. Adorned in patchwork carapace and flak armor,and wielding a weathered lasgun, Bellona Belladonna aimed. Like Severaix, she too was a Pysker. Launching a few sputtering rounds into the backs of the Imperials, she followed it up with a quick burst of crackling pyschic electricity crashing into the screaming squad. "Ha!" The raven haired woman grinned

[Dialga]

A burst of psy-lightning reduced many of the Imperials into husks who screamed as they were electrocuted. That did leave at least half the squad intact, and firing lasguns at Bellona, then quickly hiding behind the cover of the crates in expectation of return fire. The bolter fire tore through the crates but kept the Imperials safe for the time being.

[diokno44]

Bellona hummed a tune as she checked her lasgun pack. Satisfied, she occasionally slid her lasgun's barrel out of cover, and sent short bolt bursts at the Imperials. "Are we sure the Imperials aren't just some backwater Penals?" she called to her comrade.

[Dialga]

"See the uniforms and black flak?" Sevanix pointed out as he aimed his bolt pistol at the double-stacked box he was in-cover behind as though he planned to shoot an Imperial through it. He pulled the trigger, and a gout of orange flame shot forth and through the crate, leaving only a faint scorch-mark that anything had even gone through it, though judging by the sudden scream, it did hit. The Marine's Inferno Rounds striking even through the protection of cover. With half of their numbers down, and another one struck down by Bellona's return fire, the Imperials realized that it was hopeless, and retreated.

"You lot." One Chaos Space Marine in the black plate of the Black Legion wielding a power sword strode forward with an air of arrogance that instantly marked him as a sort of Aspiring Champion. He gestured to four of the marines and a handful of other humans.

"Set up defenses, they'll try to launch a counterattack. You're with me." He gestured to Sevanix and Bellona as well as a few other humans. "We're taking the control tower. Go!" He said, and the ragtag squad split.

[diokno44]

Bellona nodded, "Race yah Sev!" she grinned. With her feline agily, she leaped off walls and over makeshift barricades. Her lasgun scramed as she fired bolts into the Imperials, smirking and laughing like an ancient Terran hyena. Those she did not slay, she bashed aside with the butt of her lasgun

[Dialga]

Those that were fortunate to survive the Aspiring Champion's blade or Sevanix simply throwing them about the room like ragdolls, leaving them slumping and broken against what ever hard surface they ended up rested against, were cut down by Bellona's lasgun. They did not return fire, as they were already running away from the hopeless battle.

Despite her agility, Sevanix's Astartes physiology allowed him to keep pace with her, though his path was more direct, running across the floor.

The auto-door to the control room opened for the Astartes, and the officers inside immediately fired their laspistols at him.

"Kill it!" One of them roared. The beams stopped dead at the Kine Shield Sevanix had erected in front of himself.

"Drop your weapons and surrender, you will not be harmed." Sevanix states.

[diokno44]

"Or don't, and I bolt you where it really hurts!" Bellona smirked. She trained her barrel on the Imperial troops. "All we want is your scrap, and your marvelously crafted ships, and we'll be on our way." Her feline ears twitched

[Dialga]

"Detestable mutant!" One of the three officers remarked, his own lasgun trained on the group. Sevanix simply stood there calmly, bolt pistol at his side. He didn't need it.

However it was just enough. The first officer raised his laspistol to the ceiling in front of him with his other hand raised, slowly lowering himself to the ground and setting his weapon to the floor

The other officer did the same, however the third one looked alarmed at this.

"Cowards." He muttered as he swung his weapon and pistol-whipped his fellow to the ground and raised it against Bellana.

[diokno44]

Bellona grinned, her amber eyes shining. "Oh bad decision my friend ." she lightly squeezed the trigger. A glowing bolt soared from her lasgun. It tore through the man's gloved hands, and tunneled through his armored chest. The man gasped out strangled words, took a step back, and crumpled onto the cold metal floor. "Well, that was fun!" she giggled