Warhammer 40K Inquisimunda Battle Report: Spires Of Drex

“Master, we have movement inside the perimeter….” replied the Immortal as he slowly pushed in the rusted steel door to the armory.

Khord the Unbroken was already up, pistol and chain sword in hand, what remained of his World Eater power armor already donned as the perimeter alarm changed its tone.

Multiple contacts were closing in, moving fast… “Summon the Immortals, unchain the Objekt, and be ready at the sensor array in two minutes.” barked Khord as he activated the promethium generator that replaced his power armored backpack. “Have I been on Drex that long?” his mind wandered. When the Butcher’s Nails weren’t screaming pain into his spine there were moments when time was less fluid…

Decades ago landing on the Mechanicus forge world of Drex with thousands of his World Eater battle brothers, under the watchful banner of the Blind King, they destroyed in the name of the gods for months before the Inquisition exterminated the planet with a barrage of cyclone torpedoes and rad-bombs.

Abandoned by the Blind King, Khord was the last of his company on what remained of Drex…

…years sifting through the ruins in search of something to take him far away from Drex and extract his revenge on the Blind King for leaving him…Gathering his warband, they moved north of the first tower to get a better view of the hab ruins before them, shadows danced in the light, perhaps a dozen or so humanoid shapes.

“Immortals, to the right, lay down covering fire as the rest advance with me low and fast.” he barked as two Immortals checked their auto-guns before taking up a covering position. Khord cared little for them, and why should he?

His “immortals” were the crazed remains of the serf-workers of the forge world. Betrayed by their Mechanicus masters, left to die like he was, they followed him simply because they were used to being told what to do. ‘Immortal’ since when one died, a new one took up it’s wargear and death-mask from the ashen waste.

As the group advanced auto-gun fire barked overhead keeping the shadows pinned in place…

Taking cover behind the north tower, Khord looked past one of the battle-walls left behind from the invasion. Thin, tall, humanoids in black body fitting armor, adorned with chains and blades took up a defensive position. “Xenos…” spit Khord. He may have evolved beyond his loyalist battle brothers but he was still human. He hated them, not because they were different, or faced him on the field of battle, no he hated them because they were incapable of feeling good honest human hatred. Golgoth the rogue Imperial Guard ogryn had never seen a xenos before, and wondering what it’s skull would like like in his skull bag pushed his hulking form forward around the corner…

…as seconds later a dark-flash of light exploded in front of him as barbed shards tore into his chest striping away his flesh as he toppled over spilling his collection of skulls from his sack.

“We charge! Take the field!” bellowed Khord, as the Immortals rushed forward as a hail of barbed splinter fire exploded around them.

“Keep their heads down…grenades…” he ordered as they surged forward, the Immortal to his right dropping to the ground motionless. “Burn their lives away!” he signaled to the Immortal carrying a flame thrower as it ignited its promethium stink and washed over the xenos.

“Release the Objekt!” he motioned in-between plasma pistol discharges before jumping over the barrier and plunging his chain sword into one of the aliens, the Butcher’s Nails in his head screaming in agony…The dead cost nothing, two dead Immortals, four dead xenos, and Golgoth who would recover in time, his stocky constitution and stupidity once again saving him.

While the spoils taken from the xenos would help, it was how they arrived on Drex that interested Khord…

…and how they planned to leave the planet.

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