Fear Incarnate

Inquisition

Innoak stood silently at the bridge, the small forms of chaos vessels slowly closing in. It was peaceful. The silence only broken by sporadic orders from bridge crew. It allowed him to think on the things he had seen, done, and thought. As he stood surveying the Bleeding Rapier Entrapta was being healed by the some of the greatest medical professionals available. But below the others he had met were either holed up in a magical bubble or other means of protection. He peeked at the augur reports, the signals showed nothing promising. Only that Bunk and his men were beating the traitors back slowly, but signs were erratic and Innoak only barely trusted them. Innoak chuckled, he had first arrived on Etheria with no idea what would transpire on its surface. He had thought himself alone in a galaxy of unknowns. Yet there he was on the bridge of a vessel belonging to his chapter, surrounded by his brothers and other servants of the Emperor. He had thought himself the only force on the planet able to carry out the Emperor's will, but below his brothers fought on its soil to protect a people he only barely knew. A people he only barely trusted. Then it hit him. How could he have been so foolish as to forget? The Imperium was here. The Imperium was on Etheria. 

"Lieutenant, the Admiral reports a new fleet has just entered realspace." Kranx said over Bunk's voxbead. Bunk sighed, he popped up and fired a few shots off before ducking back down again. "Another? How many damned things am I to fight today?" Kranx made no reply to Bunk's exasperation, only sending the ident codes for the fleet. Bunk dismissed them, he had not time to spare. A Chaos Lord had just entered his sights. "Oh Throne-" Was all he managed before the wrecked vehicle he was behind exploded in a shower of flame. The Chaos Lord was psychic too. Wonderful. "Kranx! Priority target, my 12." The only response from the Reiver was a single rune of affirmation on Bunk's HUD. Bunk sighed again, igniting his power sword and facing the chaos Lord. The deranged mockery of a space marine chuckled and swept a massive axe out. "I leave to deal with chattel and come back to find you? Oh how the Dark Gods have blessed me." The Lord laughed again and began to walk forward. Bunk knew better than to let the heretic plan, he squared his shoulders and charged. Power sword and chain axe crashed together in a stream of sparks, the heretic drew back rather than let the teeth of his weapon be broken by Bunk's blade. Instead he threw a bolt of malicious lightning at Bunk, who sidestepped the attack yet still reeled from the mental assault that came after. The Lord took advantage of this and went in again, axe gunning for Bunk's less armoured midsection. Bunk went in to deflect the attack but brought his sword up too late, in a split second but what must have felt like a minute the axe smashed into Bunk. The teeth snagged on his armored seals and his sword finally connected, the awkward angle of his deflection making the blade sink into and through the heretic's wrist. The Power sword cut clean through, and the Lord fell back again. Bunk, unsupported, fell to his knee. The wound throbbed and blood ran freely, Bunk's vision clouded and went black. Until a hidden furnace ignited within him. 

Vandrok clutched the stump where his hand once was. It ran with blood, until it didn't. The blood thickened and grew black. Vandrok smiled, he poured his psychic energy into the wound. Allowing chaotic power to run through him, the energy of his prince healing and sealing the wound. While the embryo of what would soon be his new appendage bubbled and birthed. He laughed and looked at the fallen Loyalist. His strike was lethal, he knew it, and expected a dead body where his foe lie. Instead he saw raised, hateful, and enraged red lenses. The Marine stood, grasped the axe embedded in his side and pulled. The weapon fell with a clatter, Vandrok's shocked eyes all to meet the infuriated lenses of the Loyalist. Vandrok, despite the show, sneered. "Impressive, but not enough." He raised his hand, the one severed by the Loyalist. The sheen surrounding it burst. And a second hand snaked forth, it bore purple skin and massive claws. Upon the back was inscribed in scar tissue the symbol of Slaanesh.

Bunk seethed as he watched the Lord, he unsheathed a large combat knife, his brain only registering the quick motion. Before he could even summon his legs into motion he was charging the Chaos Lord, Dodging another psychic attack and overpowering a mental strike. His brain was working faster than his thoughts could process, Bunk's eyes registered any gap in the terminator armor of his enemy.  A monomolecular blade flashed out at insane speeds, gouging pieces from weak plate and locations where skin melded to ceramite. Finally Bunk found an opening, he watched as though from a third person view as his hand reversed his grip and struck down towards the Lord's neck line. When the blade was caught by the traitor's recently grown appendage. The Unnatural flesh resisted the bite of Bunk's knife and the heretics psychically infused muscles slowly pushed the enhanced power of the primaris marine away. "This was fun Loyalist scum, but I tire of our game." Bunk saw the fist coming but only managed to dodge fast enough to let the blow slide of his helm. It struck harder and faster than a regular punch should've. Bunk shook the pain free, blinking to clear his vision. The Lord loomed above him, laughing at him. The Furnace deep within Bunk roared back, the sound of fury from his gut coming out of his lips in a savage howl. He charged once more but was stopped dead by a strike from the Lord's claws, he felt the daemonic claws rake across the ceramite of his helm and bury deep into his temple.

Kranx sunk his knife into the seal of a raging chaos marine, he wrenched it free with a spurt of foul smelling blood. With the smooth economy of movement known only to veteran warriors, Kranx yanked his knife out and raised his heavy bolt pistol to fire. A chunk or ceramite exploded off the chaos marines shoulder, the marine would not stop however and continued to charge. Kranx corrected his aim and splattered the raging heretic's brains. He spurred his body into motion reaching incredible speeds within seconds, Phobos armor made barely a sound as he crashed into a human cultist, every bone in the mans body broke from the velocity of Kranx's sprint. His eyes turned their enhanced vision towards Bunk, Only to see a clawed hand smash through the lieutenant's back. That was when Kranx got angry, his brother-in-arms of several centuries was just impaled by the filth encrusted hand of a heretic. This would not stand.