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Shit. That was the only word that Sergeant Richard Guily thought as he saw the large ships make planetfall onto the planet. Swells of fear and guilt, things that he wished he had done with his wife Emily back on Earth, he had wanted to know if his son would live to see a glorious Earth empire. Now, he realized, he had lost all oppurtunity as he saw the advancing company of Brutes running towards the hill.

"Men, it's been a honor to serve with you." He said, arming his BR55 as he aimed towards the advancing mass of Brutes. Aiming down the scope, he counted how many shots it would take to bring one of those alien bastards down. Not enough He thought, as he breathed in, and prepared to fire.

Suddenly, from the sky shot down pods twice as big as a Scorpion Battle Tank, landing in the thick of the Brutes. There were only two of them, however, and managed to only wipe out half of the advancing column. The Brute's gathered around, confused by the red and white scheme. Without warning, the doors to the pods blasted open, and fire rained out from the doors. Brutes were cut down almost instantly, and then the Sergeant saw what caused this destruction.

Nine men, dressed in battle that reminded him of the Mark V armor worn by the Chief except it was bulkly, and it was huge. It was a miracle how they moved that quickly with it. The nine men also had a huge gun, with a big clip in it's ammo holder, and in the other hand was a chainsaw-like weapon. It was scary to even look at as the men brutally cut down the Brute attack force, shooting and killing as they tried to retreat. The other pod opened, revealing more troops dressed in the same armor cutting down the retreating troops with their weapons.

They let out a cheer, raising their weapons as one of the men walked towards the hill. Sergeant Guily waved down to his squad, ordering them to not fire. The man, with red hair cut in a flattop and no facial hair, he had the look of complete destruction upon his face. He looked like he had seen more war in his life than he had seen anything else. Love, caring, fun, it seemed to Richard that he was bred for war.

"Are you the leader of these men?" The man asked, his voice gruff as it spoke over the ruffling of his standard, a Raven with a drop of blood on its tail, as it battled the wind."Aye, I am." Richard Guily replied, his Irish accent ringing out as the man studied him.

"Your men put up a hellva fight against those weak beasts. I congratulate you on your defense. However, I am asking you to leave the area, due to the fact that this will be the new base for my command. I suggest you hurry, else the Xenos will overrun your position."

"I got orders to hold this hill. Unless your commander has permission from my commander, I suggest you to leave my troops alone."

The other man smiled, extending his hand, which seemed more robotic than human.

"Sergeant Tex Isguil, platoon leader of the 135th Kashrin Squad." He said, with a smile that seemed more of happiness of the lust of war then happiness of love.

He shook the hand. "Sergeant Richard Guily, of the 7th Calvary, Orbital Shock and Drop Trooper Battalion." He replied. The man gripped his hand
and base up on this hill. I suggest we move to the other hill, before they land a Field Command on us."

Richard nodded, moving his hand in a circular motion that gave his men the signal to move out. Although against orders, he had a feeling that the men could hold the hill a lot more efficently than anyone currently at the moment, including the ODSTs.

"Hope your men, Tex, can stop the limitless flow of Covenant."

The Valkryie Assault Vessel dropped into the atmosphere of the planet, wind sweeping off it's angled wings as it slowed down its descent. But, the pilot of the vessel looked down its viewport, the VTOL momentaryly stopping in mid-air. Inside, Brother-Colonel Gabriel Angelos and Assassin Halcyon looked at the pilot, who wore the rank of Brother-Lieutenant.

"Brother, why have you stopped?" Gabriel asked, looking at the man who stopped the VTOL's descent to the forward command base set up.

"There's one man, taking on a limitless amount of those beasts. I am requesting we help him."

"He alone? With what?"

"One of those archaic weapons, not a Bolter. I think we need to help."

"Very well. Drop me and Miss Halcyon, we'll end this threat right now." Gabriel said, and was about to speak again when a man slowly walked out of the corner of the Valkryie's loading bay. Dressed in the same armor of the foot soldier, he however wore a different helmet than the gasmask-like helmet that regular Marines wore. The helmet he wore was a skull-like helmet, with a white complexion to it and the standard of the Blood Ravens attached to his back-platepack. His helmet and armor scheme, which had bigger shoulder pads, idenified him as a Chaplain.

"I wish to accompany you, Brother." He said, asking politely but his tone gave away that he could be angrier if he wanted to.

"Chaplain Varnus, I'm asking you to stay aboard, we need exceptional commanders to..."

"I need to fight the heretics against the Holy Emperor, Brother. I must join you in combat." He said again, his tone more firmer than before.

"Alright, Brother. You may join us."

The Brutes raged around a foxhole, which fire opened up expertly and aiming in careful positions. Neck, face, certain lobes, the man knew where to fire and how to fire. The man, dressed in green armor, jumped up from his foxhole, throwing a Covenant Plasma Grenade onto one of the Brutes; the plasma flame burning off skin as the Brute screamed before the grenade itself exploded, ripping off body parts and spreading flame in a short area before the arcs of fire disappeared. More Brutes came running into the area, which caused John-117 to curse silently to himself. He coughed up blood, which let a stain onto the ground due to the lack of a helmet that lost itself in his descent into the area. Only once, back on the Ringworld, had he been in such a dire situation like this. And this time,He thought, slipping a new clip into his BR55, firing above the hole as the Brute's slowly incircled him, trying to inspire fear within the Spartan warrior.

"This is Spartan One One Seven, requesting support, over?" He asked, his firm and tired voice giving away to torture ebbing away at his mental health, as plasma fire erupted all around him. Static met his request, which caused him to curse yet again, sticking the BR55 into his shoulder for more accuracy.

That's when he heard the whine of a falling object, which his mind caculated as a Elite Drop Pod. He didn't care to look up, he merely turned back into the foxhole and looked upwards. His eyes now told him he was incorrect in his guess.

In the skies above the Chief, three armored pods ejected from the underbelly of the Valkryie, which then continued on its journey at its speed, which left the three pods, and their users, to the hands of their own. The three pods slammed into the ground, about fifty feet away from the Brute circle that they formed. The doors slammed open, the door to Assassin Halcyon's actually flying off it's hinges and slamming into a nearby Brute. The Brute screamed and fell down to its knees while a large door cut itself into the alien beast. The circle turned around to face this new threat, which John also looked at from his somewhat safe position.

Chaplain Varnus was the first to exit from his own pod, but exit is not the correct term for the way he left. Using powered rocket boosters attached from his armored legs, he was able to fly from the pod to about fifteen feet above a group of Brutes. He did not hover, instead he threw himself down, screaming, as he swung his Daemonhammer unto the group, causing ripples of energy to fling out, throwing the Brutes like they were simple toys.

"This is what stands in front of the Mighty Emperor!? How dare you challenge him with your weak generosity of combat! I will slit your throats, and declare your deaths in the name of the Holy Emperor! Courage and honour, be my guide" He screamed, swinging the hammer to make a circle around him, practically daring a Brute to come and try his strength against Aragar Varnus.

One Brute did, to which Varnus smiled as his grip on the Daemonhammer, a long pole that had an heavy block-like square of steel that was infused with the hardest metal known to the Imperium to form a battlehammer able to even cause serious damage to a Daemon such as Khrone, tighten as he viewed the Brute coming up.

"I will curse your soul among the thousands of Chaos forces that I have killed, you puny weak creature!" He yelled, to which the Brute screamed as it banged its chest like a ape. It then broke into a sprint, closing the distance between him and Varnus in a flash. With speed that surprised Varnus, it pushed him down to the ground with enough force to cause him to gasp for air. It picked up the Daemonhammer, and gripped it in his hands to swing downwards, to kill Varnus, when the sound of a Keerrrshoo was heard.

The Brute dropped the Daemonhammer behind his head, falling to his knees as if to show Varnus the gapping hole in his head. Varnus, after viewing the Brute, he looked to where he heard the sound of the heavy bolter. His eyes turned towards Assassin Halcyon, her M26 Heavy Bolter-Class Sniper Rifle securely in her hands, as Varnus formed a smile upon his hidden face. Jumping up, which caused a small spike of fear for the human's strength due to the armor, he made a grab for the Daemonhammer, lifting it up seemingly restlessly, before he spoke to the crowd of Brutes, now somewhat afraid to challenge the human.

"You dared to challenge me, yet you stand here and let me pray for my Emperor!? Fight me, beasts of weakness, or serve me!" Aragar Varnus yelled once more, the banner of the Blood Ravens swinging to the wind as he spoke with such a powerful tone of voice that, to the younger Brutes, scared their own souls to a half death. After a few silent and somewhat peaceful moments for Assassin Halcyon and Brother-Colonel Angelos, who now stood next to Andrea, looked upon the site as one by one, the Brutes fell to an kneeling position. All, except for one, knelt with their heads down and knowningly that the strange human, who so easily won their respect by the way he fought, could kill them all if he felt it. The one, however, seemed to be the leader. With white rippling fur that seemed more of a genetic caste instead of growing and aging, the Brute looked at Varnus and took steps forward, and was within arm's reach of Varnus.

"I refuse to bow to you, Human. I have fought aliens and other creatures longer than you have, and I will tell you the Brutes will never stay under your grip for as long as we will ourselves to our hertiage! Have you forgotten that, brothers?! You forgotten your true path, the path of death and destruction, the path of the Prophets! The path of-" At the moment, Varnus screamed out with rage as he punched the Brute with his powered fist, a robotic-like construct of the armor that was powerful enough to punch through the Brute's thick skin. The Brute looked down at the hand which punched through him, then felt the fist grab tightly onto his stomach. And, with another scream, Varnus ripped it out of the Brute's body, causing him to fall to the ground, the internal bleeding taking over his body, before the hole slowly dripped blood. The Brutes around Varnus, which began to stand up at the eldar Brute's speech, quickly dropped down to their knees again.

Varnus leaned close to the near dead Brute, who was still on his knees."Do not worry, brother. I shall bury you with full honors as a brave warrior."

The Brute said nothing, but merely looked into the death-stare of Varnus' helmet, which to him seemed more of an evil yet humble human. He nodded, carefully, understanding what the human was asking due to his knowledge of the language the 'vermin'. Then, quietly, the eyes of the Brute closed, and the body fell backwards, hitting the ground hard.

"You all, move and report to the forward command. Assassin Halcyon, can you make sure you accompany them?"

Assassin Halcyon nodded in her position, while she moved forward to Aragar Varnus' position in the middle.All the while, Spartan-117 already shouldered his weapon and began to walk towards Varnus. His helmet was already back on, since it was only a few meters away from his foxhole, and he appeared a bit hesitant to face Varnus.

"Who are you?" He asked, in his deep voice that often scared lesser troops. Except, from what the Chief saw a few moments ago, it would take a lot, if anything, to scare Aragar Varnus. Varnus, turning his head, smiled under his helmet, before he placed his hands on the back of the Skull Helmet, and the hissing sound of compressed air was heard as he took it off, revealing his face.

He had short brown hair, that seemed more of a white complexion than brown, but the brown could still be seen. Apparently, what the Chief thought, was that he must of been scared out of his ass when he was a child, because the white was too bright to be grey. His eyes were cold, and the color of his eyes were red around the ring, and were bloodshot. He had seen more combat than the Chief ever had, and this is what gave the Chief a quiet and calm spike of fear.

"I am Brother-Chaplain Aragar Varnus, co-commanding officer of the Blood Ravens and member of the Guard of The Space Wolves. Who are you?" He asked, in a tone that gave him a slight anger and resentment in his voice. John did it all the time. He pressed his hands to his helmet, and squeezed two buttons on the side, causing it to decompress air and he was able to slip it out. His face was about the same, with brown aubrun hair but white milky skin due to being in the suit for the time. He did not smile, but saluted to the oddly ranked man.

"Spartan One One Seven, sir."

The hard oak wood desk was all that was in the room, besides the paintings and the decorations, such as awards and the doctoriate of the officer's room Chaplain Varnus. Colonel Angelos, and Assassin Halcyon currently stood in. The female officer sitting in the chair wore her hair semi-short, within the military regulations of no hair touching the collar, but she had a firiness in her eyes that spoke of unconditional glory, and honor, to run through her. On the desk was the name 'KEYES'.

"I want to thank you for saving my men. The Brute Strike Force was causing my men headaches, and since Field Marshall von Holksburg is fighting in the mountains, I have been running this battle rather single-handly. You entering the battle saved half my troops, and not to mention the best soldier I have within my army." Commander Miranda Keyes spoke, with a simple delacour to her voice as to sound appressashsion in her voice, but Varnus knew she was acting. He could feel her exhaustion all the way from across the room. Not wearing his Skullmet, he made a quick snap of the man standing behind the desk and to the left of Keyes. He was the one they saved, this 'One-One-Seven' man he had protected.

He was wearing his suit, but he was not wearing his helmet. With this snap, Varnus was able to actually get a good look at his face.

With a broken nose that was bent, the man was keeping his military bearing and looking straight, which was where Varnus was standing. Aragar got a good look into the dark blue eyes of the man who was known as a Spartan, and it caused a spike of...What is it? Saddness? I lost that a long time ago. It has to be something of a viligant honor. Or something. He concluded within his mind as he viewed the man. This man was like him, bred for war and kept in a state of war. The difference between the two was that Aragar was born in a current age of war, while this man was merely bred for it during an era of peace. How lucky.

Andrea was also not wearing her helmet, due to the severity of the situation and it was a formal meeting with another human race, way beyond her own galaxy, and that delegated the respect of her showing her face. It was milky white also, since she is nearly always wearing the helmet and suit. Her face was what we considered 'scarless', a term defined for those who had faced death and not recieved a scratch. One of her eyes was blue, the other green, and around the retina was wisps of red strains, her eyes blood-shot from her lack of sleep. To Andrea, this One-One-Seven guy and her had a lot in common.

"It is of no worry, Commander. We are merely here to conduct a Cleansing upon this race you call the Covenant. We'll corrodinate with your forces and we'll secure this planet by the end of the month." Angelos boldly stated, knowing that Commander Miranda Keyes knew nothing of what he spoke of besides the statement of securing the planet. He smiled, while Varnus did nothing. Varnus did nothing nowadays, nothing at all. It is what scares the men who fight with him. Varnus used to be cheerful, a good chaplain who fought well and was naturally airy all the time. A smile always accompany his face when you spoke to him, and he would smile as he walked away. He used to always smile, you would say, until the day he lost his little Kyle. That's how the limeric goes, when his wife and son were captured by Chaos forces when Zeteria VII was raided by the Iron Fists, one of the Space Marines chapters who allied with Horus. He later learned, from a close friend of the family, was that his wife died in captivity and his son was now a Chaos Marine. An Aspiring Champon, to be precise. Now, the smile never shows. He is always angry, with hate and detesation, with malice and revenge. He is chaos, to be precise, held on the Imperial Leash.

"A bold statement, Colonel Angelos, but from what I saw today from your Marines I suspect that is merely an estimation. John, escort the gentlemen and lady to their respective rooms, then come back here. I need to debrief you."

A near silent "Yes 'mam" was heard from the soldier, as he walked across the small room to the other side, opening the door and silently waited for the men to file out. When Varnus, the last person to exit, walked past John, a thing that Varnus had never saw anyone else do happened. Varnus looked him straight in the eye, and he did not flinch. Aragar had never known anyone, including an officer or even an Inquistor, to make direct eye contact and keep it with him for more than five seconds. John was getting up on fifteen. Aragar formed a slight curl around the lips, as if stifling a smile, before he spoke.

"John, is it? I heard stories about you, about how you saved mankind against blasted xenos at least twice. In the Imperium, my boy, we call that a day's work."

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