Worlds Colliding: The Great Heresy, The Rise of the Unchained Predator

The Planet Surface

Imperial Trench, No Man's Land, Osiris III.

The fire was constant at no man's land, the "unstopable" adeptus astartes were brought into a halt.

Imperial Solar Auxilia: *in a sarcastic tone* Go to reclaim Osiris III from the Argentas, they say, the war will end in less that a week due of the imperial fist marching in, they say.
*Changes into a angered serious tone*
My balls a week, we are six months at war, an the positions would be overrun by now if it wasn't for fething Rogal Dorn being in the front leading us.

Another Imperial Solar Auxilia: Dude, just STFU, y'know, things can take a bad turn, but right now you should also be in alert, otherwise we are all feth... *His Head gets blow to bits by a Night Sentinel Ballista*

Solar Auxilia: Enemy fire, repeat, enemy fir... *His head also blows up*

And as for rule, no man's land once again roared with death, as both Auxilia and A.R.C. soldier exchanged deaths, by lasgun, by plasma, or just good old explosives.

As the fire exchanged was getting intense, out of one of the trench rooms, a Giant Clad-Armored figure came out into the action, with it, his yellow in the armor was tainted by the current sandstorm companing the carnage, along It, his insignia, a closed up-fist, was the only thing untainted.

Imperial Fist Astartes: *opens his Vox channel* Captain the trenches, atleast in the north-west site of the planet are still in a stalemate, i deduct a Night Sentinel Squad or an abobinable Intelligence being in the trenches, i sugest we get some battle-brothers in the no mans land, to break the stalemate.

*Vox*

Imperial Fist Captain: negative brother, the current on-land Battle-brothers are occupied fighting the Night Sentinels raiders or the A.R.C battalions, and we cant make planetary fall, the world eaters assisting us tried to make a big planetary fall, only to get his 3th and 6th companies obliterated by the massive anti aircraft weapons they have, the 9th company following them landed, but the little forces that landed got obliterated by their massive titan.
However, our primarch, followed by a company worth of astartes is doing their best they can to destroy those weapons, we need to... *suddenly a massive explosion cuts the Vox transmision*

Imperial Fist Astartes: Captain?
Can you hear me.
Damnation.
*As he throw a rock out of the trench*
Men of the imperium, keep fighting them, we are stronger, they are fewer by the day.
*As he ended that sentence, he proceeded to get out of the trench*
Imperial Fist Astartes: for the emperor.
*As he iniciated a charge against the enemy thench, very out of character for a imperial fist, and suprisingly, effective as he made it to the argentas trench*

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You are a son of argent d'nur, you are one of the few humans to made It into a full night sentinel, and you would kill the invaders.
???: Brother...
You heard, the tought voice deafening your thougths.
???: stop daydreaming.
It continued.
Then...
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Argenta Trench, No Mans land, Osiris III

???: IFGRIT!!!
The Night Sentinel shouted, whole reloading his shotgun.
???: GET YOUR SISSY ASS READY, WE HAVE A TOUGH NUT IN THE BOWL.
He said, screaming in a laughing tone.