Murrey: - ¡CHIKOZ! ¡EZ HORA! -

Tairon: -What the hell? -

Several minutes had passed since the Calixus Crusade forces descended on the surface of Atem III and Commissar Harrus and his detachment under the command of Colonel Tairon had barely met with the Storm Astartes. Those were not men... Those were the angels of death of the Emperor of humanity. Glorious warriors eight feet tall wearing their peculiar white armor with scarlet red details.

[Sorry for the crappy photo. But there is literally nothing about these guys. Since I don't have information from these guys, I'm going to use the combat doctrines of their former legion]

Those born of the second founding of Space Marines, in whose veins ran the blood of the primarch Corvus Corax, looked up at such a peculiar noise, and before their eyes, an endless green tide gushed from the land itself wrapped in a hunger for violence and war. like few had seen.

But they did not hesitate, they were Astartes, warriors who smile in the face of death and do not bow down in the face of adversity. Unlike the Astra Militarum forces whose fears had to be quelled by Colonel Tairon's commanding voice, and the Krieg soldiers who eagerly awaited their redemption, these eight-foot-tall hulking men simply...disappeared.

Colonel Tairon couldn't believe his eyes. For just a few seconds he was talking to the captain of the chapter, an Astarte similar to his battle brothers, whose only difference was his distinguished red helmet, which marked his rank within his unit. The huge marine, along with the rest of his company, had simply... vanished. Like dust before a strong gust of wind.

But the colonel's doubts and his astonishment could not last long. Before the rumble of the millions of footsteps that rushed towards them like a green avalanche, Tairon deployed his troops in a long battle front that could barely find cover in such a desolate plain. Behind the endless columns of the Astra Militarun, the soldiers of Krieg, masters of the trenches, began to desperately fight while their comrades in green and gold put up a desperate resistance. The only problem was that it would take them at least ten minutes to dig mediocre trenches to protect themselves, and they didn't have that much time.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, leading the impotent green tide was the Murrey. Greenskin forces surged from deep below the surface, advancing in their thousands from the crevices of the rugged subsoil of a world as fractured as Atem III, or any other industrial world.

The greenskins screamed and roared with excitement, especially with the heavy metal that their comrades were playing in the background, but this would not be a simple unbridled charge as they were so accustomed to, because Murrey would not allow it. Oh no. Kanan himself gave him the opportunity to become the master of the orchestra of such a peculiar Regisida board, and he would give everything he had to claim a perfect victory.

At the head of the formations were the war squads. Huge metal chariots, spikes and firearms that fired non-stop towards the enemy positions, closely followed by the orks, who used them as cover to advance through the unprotected plains. If what the leader said was true, it would take the humans about ten minutes to position their artillery before attacking, and apparently, he had not been wrong, since the only thing that returned the enemy fire were the mediocre shots of the Astra Militarum, which They barely damaged the armor of the floats or managed to hit one or another unsuspecting Ork. Slow but constant progress. And from a distance, the warlord's hand watched the battle with euphoria.

Murray: Very good. Sent to the motorcycles. -

A strange and very peculiar rocket took off from where the Ork command post would be, a rocket that rose into the sky and exploded, releasing a strange red mist over much of the battlefield. Many of the soldiers feared that it was some kind of new weapon or poisonous gas, but their surprise was great when it turned out to be nothing more than confetti.

Although it was impractical, it was the signal that a huge group of Orks and Grentchins were waiting. The echo of thousands of engines rumbled at once, capturing the attention of all those who had their eyes on the battlefield. Tairon watched with concern as a huge screen of brown smoke rose from one side of the battlefield, and immediately knew what it was. I had seen it before, and the memories I had were not very good.

Tairon: - Let a detachment of vehicles deploy to the northern sector! Intercept them at all costs! -

Meanwhile, in an unknown location on the battlefield:

?????: - We are in position. -

?????: - Aware. Any news on the second team? -

?????: - Negative... We lost contact with them a few minutes ago. -

?????: - I don't like this. It's not our style. -

?????: - They caught us off guard. We have to adapt.

?????: - Very good. Looks like we'll have to do this alone. Now men! For the darling! Victory or Mortix! -

Like a shadow in the darkest of nights, a silent Valkyrie Valkyrie flew over the battlefield undetected. It was a common fighter plane, without any apparent or visible modifications, yet inside it were those Marines from the Storm Hawks who disappeared before Colonel Tairon's own eyes.

Still, it was barely noon and the sun intensely illuminated the battlefield, which was surrounded by that yellowish pollution typical of an industrial world, and despite this, the Valkyrie manned by Astartes descended from the raven was practically invisible to the eyes. of mortals. The Valkyria that had been "borrowed" from the Astra Militarum lost control and began to descend erratically, lacking a pilot, until it crashed in a magnificent explosion behind the lines of the Orks, as its crew had been thrown into the void, and were now plummeting. like hungry hawks on their prey.

The explosion of the ship did not go unnoticed by anyone, but while the orks celebrated the "beautiful" of the explosion, Murrey remained static, looking with concern and wondering where that human ship had come from. He hadn't seen her approach, and the only way he could do that was...

The slaughterman turned around in a hurry, getting a great surprise when he saw one of the orks being torn into pieces by the deadly energy claws of one of the Storm Falcons' Astartes. Their unique Corvux-style staw armor made them invisible to the eye, and only when they unleashed fury on that sector of the ork formations were they able to see them.

They fell from the skies, like white ravens hungry for blood, using the jectpack that characterized almost all of Corvus Corax's children to hasten their deadly fall upon their target. The only reason Murrey was alive was because the ork who first suffered the fury of the alvine crows was much larger than him, and from a distance they thought this was the ork leader. Nothing could be further from the truth. And at the sight of how less than twenty Astartes were enough to kill hundreds of Orks in just a few seconds, Murrey smiled expectantly.

However, on another side of the plains where the war had not yet come.

Harrus: - Colonel... What is the situation? - He called his superior by radio.

Tairon: - The orks are attacking us, commissioner. -

Harrus: - Where is it located? I'll join you right away. -

Tairon: -The main front will be established in the southern plains of the capital city. Commissioner, take your men and...- Before he could finish giving his orders, something interrupted his communications.

Soldier: - ENEMY FIRE! -

Harrus: - ¡Colonel Tairon! ¡Colonel Tairon! Receive me!? -

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Harrus: - May the Emperor protect us... -

Before the commissioner's eyes rose not a simple green tide, but the most powerful forces of the entire horde under the command of Kanan the Indomitable. Thousands of meganobless and other combined infantry and armor forces under Kurnet's command rushed into battle in an uncontrolled frenzy. But before the desperate situation on the part of the forces of humanity, a voice was raised among everyone after reminding himself that he was the one who had the responsibility of protecting and organizing his men.

Harrus: - Deploy the troops! I want them to spread out in a two kilometer united front! Let all the armored vehicles we have come to the front and shoot with everything they have! Deploy the artillery and have someone put me in touch with the colonel immediately! Resist my comrades! For humanity! For the Emperor! By Cantus! -

Before his energetic words, those who had the good fortune to hear him launched a war cry that arose from their hearts and spread throughout the battlefield. Most of the Astra Militarum troops on the front were survivors of the Cantus massacre, and as Kanan had mentioned to David in advance, they were all eager to obtain their long-awaited revenge for their fallen comrades. Furthermore, considering Commissioner Harrus himself as a hero of their world, they were willing to follow him into the Warp itself if necessary. Today was the long-awaited day. Today was the day of revenge. Today was the day that the dead of Cantus would reach their eternal rest.

Orko: - It zeemz that the green humi are maken ready. -

Kurnet: - Perfect... A real battle. I appreziate theze humi more than thoze idiotz in white. -

Even in his frantic rush, Kurnet took time to look at the bolter in his hand. It was of a peculiar white color, and unlike the weapons of the Astra Militarun, this space marine bolter fit in his hand, although somewhat tight, but had enough firepower to please the demanding tastes of violence of the warlord's hand. 

Kurnet: - Look at wanting to kill the great Kurnet with hiz dirty and thieving deceptions. THE GREAT KURNET WON'T FALL ZO EAZILY! FOR THAT NOW THEY LIE UNDER MY FOOT DEAD FOR MY AX! KURNET WON'T DIE IN A BORING PLAZE! KURNET WILL DIE IN THE MUZT EPIC BATTLEFIELD OF HISTORY! ATTCK MY BOYZ! EZ WHAAAAG TIME! -

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If anyone knows anything else about the Stormhawks, please let me know. Any information is welcome.