The scouts sent by Perturabo had concluded this world was unfamiliar to the Imperium, Chaos, and the other species, and was inhabited by humans and Abhumans, this pleased the Lord of Iron, as he prepared for insertion, drop pods loaded with Iron warriors who are loyal not to chaos but to him as the Iron Blood's drop pod mechanisms shuddered, preparing to let loose their cargo to plummet to the surface below, which they soon did, below them a city grew larger, as a detonation rocked the pod, slowing its descent as its airbrakes deployed, and just as it made contact, a single powerful explosion hit the pods door, which opened to reveal...
-Earlier-
A girl in a red cloak would be spun around by a man holding a sword, her hood and headphones falling as he said;
Thug: I said, put your hands in the air, now!
Girl in red: Are you... Robbing me?
Thug: Yes!
As the girl would smile and suddenly throw the man to the front of the store, starting a fight between her and a few others which ended when she and one of the thugs flew through the window of the shop, the girl landing and unfolding a large scythe, impaling the ground and continuing the fight, kicking one thug in the face while spinning around the scythe, as she pulled it from the ground and fired a bullet from the end, using the recoil to jab the bottom of the scythe into one's gut, sending him flying, she would utilize this trick repeatedly to neutralize the thugs as a final one wearing a suit came out saying;
Classy thug: You were worth every cent. Truly, you were.
As he turned to the girl and continued, now talking to her;
Classy thug: Well, Red, I think we can all say it's been an eventful evening, and as much as I'd love to stick around...
Before leveling his cane at her, a crossair popping up to reveal a rifle barrel as he finished;
Classy thug: ...I'm afraid this is where we part ways.
As a sharp crack could be heard overhead, the girl would try to fire the scythe again to leap out of the way, but it didn't work, as a whistling could be heard as the Classy thug fired the rifle-cane, the girl braced for the impact but it never came, she heard the shot, and she heard the impact, but pain never struck her, she slowly opened her eyes to see a large, Grey object now embedded in the street in front of her, black and yellow caution stripes along the edges, a deep grumbling could be heard from inside as something stepped out, though she could not see what, the classy thug now ran, quickly climbing the ladder on a building nearby as other metal objects fell from the sky nearby, the thing that exited the pod would turn and see the girl in red, and start off after the classy thug climbing the side of the building by sinking its fingers into the masonry, bricks coming loose and falling as this thing ascended, as the girl looked to the shopkeeper and asked;
Girl in red: You okay if I go after him?
The shopkeeper only nodding as she smiled and dashed off, reloading the scythe, as she used it to launch herself up to the roof the thug climbed to with metal man close behind her as the thug turned and muttered to himself as a bullhead rose up behind him, he quickly got on and said;
Classy thug: End of the line, Red, Grey.
As he threw a red dust crystal and shot it, the metal man, seeing this happening, quickly pivoted, dropping to a knee, trying to block as much of the detonation as he could, but, he didn't need to as someone else arrived, a magical shield between them and the explosion, a lady in a purple cape flicking a wand as purple streaks hit the bullhead, tossing the thug as he shouted something and took over controls as another stepped to the open door and expelled flame from their hand, the woman in purple blocking most of it with another magical shield , the metal man taking the rest as the bullhead flew off, the girl in red starstruck looking between the two and asked;
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The Hammer of Remenant
FanfictionPerturabo the hated son find himself sent to another world by a familiar golden glow. I figured The Hammer of Olympia didn't get enough love so here he is in all his grumpy glory.