CITIZENS OF HESTUS V, RISE UP AGAINST YOUR IMPERIAL SLAVE MASTERS!
A whisper in the ear, a coin in the hand, and full rebellion follows…
Free from the restraints of the Imperium the serf-workers of Hestus V rose up against their Mechanicus masters. With a population of five billion serfs and only 300 tech priests, the quick decision was made to call in a Space Marine strike force consisting of Ultramarines and White Scars to put down the rebellion.
Naturally it was a trap, the true force behind the shadows was waiting, as dozen of Chaos Space Marine warbands counter attacked.
Some fought for freedom.
Some fought for hate.
Others for slaves.
A few for power…
While Khord the Unboken fought for revenge.
Having escaped from his “imprisonment” on the forge world of Drex through the Dark Eldar webway portal, he now found himself at ground zero of a new rebellion. As one of hundreds of smaller warbands who follow the banners of the Dark Gods, he knew given the size of the battle and the glory to be won that the Blind King would be here.
Knowing that the final victory of the gods will come, but not here or today he held his warband back near the staging zone of the invasion, fighting the urge of the Butcher’s Nails which screamed for him to enter into the bloodshed of battle.
Khord knew that when the Space Marines made landing, backed by the Imperial Guard, and a few grim faced Inquisitorial fools, the lords and chosen of Chaos would make their escape- the Blind King would follow, and Khord would be there…
…as long as his Immortals could hold back the bikes of the White Scars which had broken through the first of the press-gang and slave lines.
Khord had to laugh, it was hard to tell what surprised the White Scars more- the sight of one who stood with Horus at the Gates of Terra so long ago, or the dozens of Immortals who dared to challenge the elite of the Space Marines.
Armed with little more than flack armor, auto guns, and some improvised chain weapons, they crashed and stalled the brunt of the White Scar attack.
These men, his Immortals had what the White Scars lacked…
Slamming down behind him, right into the heart of the staging zone were numerous White Scar drop pods as heavy weapon Devastators took up position.
As predictable as ever, Khord had prepared his own response signaling to the renegade ogryn Golgoth to release his Khell Hounds- massive mutated beasts taken from the rad wastes and chem pits of Drex.
Now the retreat was in full force, and those with notice quickly made for the transports and assault boats ready to escape the planet while billions of fools would be left to die as they lived…alone.
Locating the transport of the Blind King, Khord and the last of his Immortals pushed on board as Golgoth held the line and died with his beloved beasts…