Prelude

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"Lieutenant!" The space marine yelled into his vox, his heavy bolter roaring, shells clanging onto the rockrete below. "I have 100 Bolts left, and I'm going to-"  his sentence cut short, same as the power axe cut through his armour.  "Amriel! Brother Ophanial is down! We cannot hold this position!" Sergeant Stadius shouted of the din of battle, slamming a new mag into his bolter and firing at the ork horde around the 6 strong Space Marine squad. "There is no where to go Brother, take a page from the guard and hold the line!" Lieutenant Lorial yelled at his Battle Brothers, suddenly the orks let out a cheer, and a loud thumping grew over the roar of battle and the orks. As the squad was cut down the last thing Lorial saw was a killa kan coming over the hill, guns blazing.
The orks swarmed over the space marines position, tearing the battle brothers bodies apart and taking trophies, they fought each other for trophies, over helmets, skulls, even their bolters. The small surviving guard detachment hiding in the nearby hab-block shivered, listening to the grusome sounds. Suddenly something chilled all of their spines,  something only spoken of in whispers in guard regiments, and in awe of civilians, and echoed throughout Blackstone city, a titan warhorn. It sounded from the plains and bounced of the defensive walls of the city. Piercing the shelters and hab-blocks.

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