Marshal Gorgon of the Black Templars space marine chapter stood before a gathering of super human men in the center of a council room, each one clad in thick power armor that the space marines were most noted for, such armor was revered as holy and great care was taken not to disturb the machine spirit within, fused to their bodies by the black carapace implanted underneath their skin, the armor itself moved as one with the body of the space marine, acting as nearly a second skin.

The Space Marines are spoken in myths and legends but very real to the enemies they fight, carrying the Emperor’s own genes in their blood, a single space marine is infused with many genetically enhanced organs that increased their strength, sight and other senses far from that of a normal human, two hearts and lungs that can breathe in the most toxic of air, their blood able to instantly coagulate upon receiving a wound. Even the size of an average space marine well exceeded eight feet tall. These are the Emperor’s finest warriors, the Angels of Death.

Their faces were ancient and emotionless, with scars running across the contours of their flesh. Most of them had surgical bionic replacements done due to wounds from countless battles across the holy empire of man, serving their emperor in a forever pact to rid the galaxy of the alien, traitor and demon. Gorgon himself stood out from the others, whose features were less detailed by the age of war and the earnings that greeted it to so many. His cold darkened steel eyes looked upon each of the fellow space marines before him, their amour decorated with battle honors and trophies from fallen foes. Each one of the space marines was from a different crusade within his chapter. Only few faces did he recognize as battle brothers from years past.

“Marshal Gorgon, it has been years since your last meeting at the marshal’s household.” A voice pointed out to him, Gorgon felt a sense of unease at the words but looked to the speaker.

“The campaign at Medusa V had taken me far from the availability to answer such calls; even now as we speak my crusade continues its burning path to bring light into the dark corners of this galaxy, Marshal Vullar.” Gorgon spoke directly to him, but loud enough so the rest of the room could hear him. His old rival that sought to out do him and even bring him down, Marshal Vullar was one of the few members that Gorgon could not trust within the marshal household. Gorgon looked back across the dimly lit room; its walls were a cold stone construct with its floors made of etched marble, dulled by the many hundreds of years of ware. Orbs of scented in scents hung from the tall arched ceiling of the room that disappeared into darkness, filling Gorgon’s nose with a burning scent of stale ingredients unknown to him.

“You speak of accomplishments Marshal, but there is something else you have brought for us today.” Marshal Victus, a large and powerful man even more so than the regular space marine if you were to consider them regular among others. His face was bold and filled with a seeking ambition to find out what Gorgon had truly found.

“Our great chapter master, High Marshal Helbrecht himself had appointed me the mission to search for the ancient sword that is an old war relic dating back before the founding of our chapter.” Gorgon said, pausing for a second, thinking back to that hellish planet that he had landed on to find the ‘sword of iron’ that was wanted so badly by the chapter’s historians that recorded and relished over such artifacts. “The sword of Iron was found and promptly obtained by myself and my team of brethren that had made planet fall with me. The chapter keep it resided in had fallen into the hands of traitor cults that had surfaced over time and had to be destroyed.” Knowing full well that it was just a matter of a few well place charges and a demon is what it took to bring down the keep.

“So, what of this blade? Do you not have it with you?” A question broke out from the gathered marshal’s house hold, each marshal turning to one another in question of Gorgon, had he lost the blade?

Gorgon hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts. His left hand grinding on the hilt of his sword that hung on a golden chain that was attached to his hip. “It was destroyed.” Gorgon stated strongly, knowing full well that it was not something they would like to hear.

“You destroyed an ancient weapon of our chapter’s heritage?” Vullar said his words angered at the actions of Gorgon. Vullar found it his sole duties to nit pick apart his words and his actions at every chance he had. Though jealous of him Vullar hid it within, but containing his ever so apparent dislike with Gorgon was another thing.

“It had become tainted, Vullar.” Gorgon said, plainly using his name. “By the unholy soul of the demon that it had slain thousands of years ago slowly corrupted the blade and finally had enough to even instill up rise on the planet it dwelled on. The soul of the demon fed its way through the weak neophytes that were inducted from the planet, not a single one was able to pass through the gates of that chapter keep to become brothers among us.”

The audience before him was speechless, the accounts of his actions were hidden to only himself and the High Marshal, but Gorgon was here to speak to them about it. What had transpired on the surface of that planet was unknown to all of them. But the mere thought of obtaining a weapon that had once fallen a greater demon was unimaginable, only held to those in the holy order of the Grey Knights and the Inquisition. But dwelling in witch craft was pronounced unclean by Black Templar standards and was scorn upon and rightfully punished the users of such psychic abilities and witch craft.

Gorgon waited for a moment, his eyes watching Vullar like a hawk ready to dive on its prey. “The blade’s taint had spread nearby to the local imperial planetary defense force as it took them over slowly driving their leaders into a cultic ritual of chaos power. A sanctum that held a group of Sisters of Battle had indeed seen this occur and tried to contain the spread of the cult.”

“The blade itself was tainted is what you are getting at, is it not?” Victus rose up, his words stern at the young marshal before them speaking, having known of Gorgon’s previous engagements since obtaining the valued rank of marshal.

“Yes, the blade had slain the greater demon of which that’s name I shall not speak of.” Gorgon said as a burning sickness flickered across his mind as the horrified image of the demon that had left unspeakable scars into his mind at the encounter. Shuddering off ghastly picture in his mind he focused back to Victus’s statement. “The soul of the demon was captured within the blade itself, and until recently it had been kept inside unable to break the bonds of what ever essence it was forged from. But I am not one to dwell into such craft as to how it became tainted and even more so, captured the soul of the demon, I know as much that it needed to be destroyed just as if it was a demon itself. In which it was promptly eradicated and purged from existence, I know full well that any of you would do the same given the situation.” Gorgon stated his eyes shifted to Vullar who sat with unease in his chair. He could see that Vullar would have thought otherwise given the chance.

“Well then, I deem Marshal Gorgon’s actions appropriate given the situation at hand. Though the destruction of our chapter keep was unavoidable it shall be pushed aside seeing how the planet itself is now an unstable ground for recruiting neophytes.” The voice came from an older Marshal who rose up; his face was aged and scarred, a matted grey and black beard covered his chin, his head shaved clean as wires protruded from various areas around his skull. Half of his right side of his head was completely rebuilt with bionic implants. His name was Marshal Yaur, one of the oldest marshals and marine alike in the chapter that has not been placed into the holy bounds of the dreadnought. “I bid this meeting to an end.” He stated, gathering his battle warn helmet, trimmed with a faded gold detail across its black surface.

Walking the large empty dimly lit hallways of the Sword of Retribution Gorgon felt at ease with himself, the mighty battle barge had been his flag ship for some time, and held a great sense of honor bearing the ship within his crusade fleet. The lights flickered as the engines churned to life, the ship’s captain had removed the mighty battle barge from the dock of the space station where Gorgon attended the meeting with the other fellow marshals of the chapter.

Coming to a stop at his quarter’s bulk head door he stopped for a moment as he glanced down the empty dark hallways of the ship. The walls were arched and massive tubes and power lines ran across and up the walls, wax seals with prayers attached to ribbons hung from them, praising the machine god. Tucking his helm in the nook of his arm he entered the digit code into the lock on the door. Flashing green on the screen Gorgon pushed opened the door and entered a large room, plain and simple. A bed lay against the far wall, while a large desk was pushed against to the right. Lying on the desk was one of his weapons, a space marine bolter; it lay in parts, still needed to be cleaned and the proper prayers to be said to its machine spirit.

Walking to another table in the middle of the room, he glanced down at the scripts of paper and data slates that lay sprawled across its surface. Unhinging his chains around his belt that held his sword he laid the weapon down, the scabbard had adorned small templar symbols across it’s leather surface, protecting the long ancient blade that his old master had given him before his death.

Sitting down Gorgon closed his eyes and said a quick prayer to the Emperor, thanking him for his blessings and guidance. For so long he thought, he had been at war, far longer than most fighting companies of other chapters would. But now he was alone, his eyes wandered across the room, staring at the dull walls. It was a soothing feeling to his mind, the room was quiet, and for once he was able to relax, if even for a moment it would ease him.

Now he was able to place his crusade on standby for a short time before they moved out again, their losses had taken tolls over the years of straight conflict and engagements. Gorgon knew the potential of his brethren, their faith unyielding and hatred for their enemies burning like bright flame in the darkness.

Much time had passed in his silent state of self meditation. He opened his eyes and glanced at his blade. He mused over it for a moment and remembered back to his first master, so many years ago. A slight smile cracked across his face, only if you could see me now, he thought. A crackling of static filled the room as it alerted Gorgon, moving his eyes to the source of the sound he walked to the far wall against his bed where a small computer station lay built into the thick metal surface. Blinking red he thumbed across its surface to answer the call. “Go ahead.” He spoke to the machine; he could see the readings of his voice spike up and down across a graph.

“Yes my lord, someone is here to speak with you.” The voice replied back, crackled and metallic obviously one of the bridge clerks.

“Who, who is here to see me?” Gorgon said back, annoyed with the fact that he would have to meet someone, but whom could it be? He dismissed many thoughts that crossed his mind but could only find out one way.

“Aye, it is Inquisitor Alleena my lord. She is heading to your quarters.” The clerk replied back as the communication between the two was abruptly closed and static again filled the air.

Gorgon turned away from the machine and sighed slightly to his disliking. An Inquisitor of any sort whishing and audience with him never turned out well. But of what matters this Inquisitor brought, he could only guess and which had always turned out a far cry from what he fathom that they wanted.

Knocking broke through the room as Gorgon looked over at his bulk head door; walking over to it he paused for a moment. Gathering his thoughts and words before he greeted himself to this Inquisitor, and then pulling open the door he looked before him, towering over her, stood the Inquisitor. Clad in a golden suit of power armor that clung to her body like a glove, seals and inscriptions decorated its surface. She had tucked in her arm was a helmet that much reminded him of his own space marine’s crusade helms.

“Greetings, I am Inquisitor Alleena, I hope this is no intrusion.” She said, her voice was strong and pure, her features were strikingly young. Her skin was a tan color, her black hair pulled back into a neat bun. Though a scar ran across her right cheek, assuring she had seen some sort of combat, unless it had just been a shadow of hair.

“It is my pleasure Inquisitor.” Gorgon said to her, his size towering over her small frame as he looked down upon her. Stepping to the side he aloud her to enter his quarters. He watched her as she scanned his room; searching for something he could only guess for what ever reason she did so. “And you are here on what behalf?” He said to her, closing the armored door, the pistons closing it tightly with a hiss.

She turned to him, now standing in the middle of his room, looking down at his papers and data slates, her eyes catching the large blade that lay across them all. “I hear you were involved with the St. Viktor campaign, and had fought the chaos cult that had been rooted within the city’s capital.” She said, her eyes scanning the room that was void of any personalization other than banners and previous crusade ribbons that seemed to tell little much about his personality. Though she could sense many things about him, she knew that she had to keep her psychic gifts in the dark with a member of the Black Templar.

“Yes, that is true. I had fought against them, but what does that have to do with anything?” He questioned her, moving to the center of the room, watching her as she continued to take in all that was around her, of what little there was. He felt as if he was being examined by her as she poked about with her prying eyes. But something else was there; he was unable to tell with her.

“It has everything to do with it, I assure you that much Marshal.” She said to him, turning to face him now, her thin eyebrows narrowed as her eyes looked upon him. “I gathered much information about the many commanders abroad during that war, and yours for some untold reason stuck out. Though think of it as a blessing if you will, most of the others are in some far away land doing battle with the enemies of the Emperor or their souls lay with him, whilst you stand here, before me.” She said to him, her word stern with meaning but offering at the same time.

“I’m assuming by your words you need me for something.” Gorgon stated, knowing that this was not the first time he was offered to aid an Inquisitor in such fashion, but to do what it was unknown as of yet. His steel eyes watched her, taking notion of her and how she acted.

Alleena paused for a moment, her mind dwelling deeply in thought trying to read deeply into Gorgon’s head, but stopped as she could sense that such a man like himself would be able to tell if she was using such powers.

Gorgon saw this as he watched her mood change. “That world was liberated years ago, what dark evil has sprung upon it now?”

“Such evil dwells within the planet’s government. Corrupt governors now turn their twisted minds to the unholy likes of chaos worship. Such taint and heresy shall not go unnoticed.”

“I know the taint that dwells within it. I had fought to destroy it and rid it from that planet. Many of my brethren perished fighting against the taint of chaos. I myself had killed their leader. But not at the cost of many of my marines, if such heresy had found its way back to that planet. I will aid you Inquisitor.” Gorgon said to her, a fiery hate for the traitors of the Imperium burned inside him.

“Such a foe is not easily destroyed, as you may know Marshal.” Alleena said, her eyes glanced across Gorgon’s armor, its surface was black as the dark void that surrounded the space around the battle barge, but a red tabard hung across his chest bearing the symbol of his chapter in white. Seals and crusade ribbons adorned his armor, his right shoulder guard presented an open book, held down by chains, and sacred text could barely be interpreted on the faded pages.

“My forces had left with the main fleet to continue on in the war abroad. The rest of the planet was left up to the remaining imperial guard regiments that had landed with the main assault force.” Gorgon went on to say, pacing around the table to her, examining her armor, singling out the large inquisitorial symbol on her chest, her armor seemed to be more for show than anything of practical combat use, but none the less it was a gifted suit of power armor as he pin pointed much of the same concept used to make his, assisted servo joints and an external power source, though small in comparison to his armor he knew that it could withstand much the same. But what would be such of an Inquisitor to not show their power? Gorgon thought to himself as he pondered his course of action with her.

“It seems such as the heresy was not fully contained and the planet was still stricken and weak from the war, the ground forces left there were ill prepared for what awaited them years later, and even now.” Alleena went on to say. “It seems the held up traitor forces had called in support, and now they have arrived. Years later.”

“The Iron Warriors.” Gorgon said, his words will filled with hate, his eyes grew small as even the words themselves seemed to carry a sense of filth with them. He could remember facing the traitor legion in combat, bitter enemies from ancient times.

“The imperial navy fleet that had the responsibility of protecting its fragile air space which was unable to catch the small splinter fleet of the chaos renegades that quickly fled to the planet’s surface under the imperial fleet’s nose. It is not the Iron Warriors that had made their presence known, but a faction unknown to us at the moment. We suspect they are a cultist group led by a traitor space marine and his followers. We cannot expect they will be dealt with so easily.” She said her words strong as she looked to Gorgon.

Gorgon knew much about the traitorous enemy that besieged that planet. So many years of conflict and war had brought him many times against the fowl beings of chaos. Their twisted faces and unholy worship carried the fears of men and summoned horrors from the unknown. “The burning crusade will bring its flame to that planet once again. This time, no pity and no remorse will be brought.” Saying to her, his words were stern and carried a sense of power with them, she could see why he had risen to through the ranks so quickly.

“Your actions will not go unnoticed Marshal Gorgon.” She said as a faint smile cracked her lips as she turned toward his door. “Gather your men, we leave soon.”

The roar of countless shuttles and other aircraft hymned into Captain Cid Cordell as he stepped down from the troop hold of the valkyrie transport craft. Cordell stood tall, though given his rather young look for an imperial officer he could stand proudly in the darkest of moments, one of the reason why his men followed him to nearly hell and back. His dark blue eyes scanning across the hanger floor, a sense that he could not explain haunted his thoughts, it was a dark foreboding that he dreaded, the death of his men. Taking a deep breath of the ventilated and stale air of the imperial warship, he remembered how much he hated being aboard the ships of the imperial navy. Traveling through space and the warp was not his calling; instead he was here on orders with Inquisitor Alleena, and the 88th Valgarian Path Finders Company.

“Captain, the rest of the squadron has arrived in good order.” Imperial guardsmen approached Cordell, wearing his standard drop uniform, a dark grey battle fatigue with a set of carapace armor, bearing a lighter dull grey, a name etched into the breastplate of the carapace, Sergeant Larke. His hair was dark and slick, combed back his stature was strong with broad shoulders and tough as an ox.

“Very good sergeant, have the troops gather their gear and head to their rooms. They will need as much rest as possible for the upcoming mission.” Cordell said to Larke, running a hand through his short blonde hair as he let go of the two duffle bags in his hands. His weapon case made a loud clang against the steel hanger floor as he looked around at the rest of his troops. The captain had served among his company for the past years, knowing his troops well, and they knew him just as much and honored him as their leader, not just some officer who would most likely send them to death for his own gain.

More and more aircraft and large transport ships made their way into the massive hanger bay of the imperial carrier. The floor was filled with ground crews working away at their crafts, men unloading and loading supplies as well as fighter aircraft embarking on routine flights around the fleet. It still amazed Cordell how in all the mess of such on the hanger floor, it was efficient, though it was odd to him as he noticed his men were the only ground forces preparing anything.

How much was needed? He thought what possibly one hundred guardsmen could compare against the countless cultists and twisted horrors to be found on the tainted planet they were to embark on. But glancing across the crowed hanger floor he noticed something, something very large. Rolling off the cargo bay ramp of a massive drop ship, what seemed to be a moving fortress steamed its way out of the ship and onto the floor. Black smoke churned from the exhaust as it rumbled forward.

It was the biggest tank Cordell had ever seen, more mighty than even a baneblade so often spoke of as the tank of all tanks, but this was something more, something very much more. Guns and turrets bristled across the armored hull of the tank, banners hung from the sides depicting past victories and campaigns.

“By the emperor’s grace, now that is a tank!” Trooper Kregg shouted out as he shot his fist into the air with excitement. He was one of Cordell’s original few that started the path finder unit, he was the company’s leading sniper, and often his skill was so valuable to a raid, Cordell used this man’s ability with great accomplishment.

“That it is Kregg; such a machine is used only in rare times.” Said Cordell, he had seen titans and many other massive war machines, but again this tank was something else. But much of the myth around these war machines was shattered inside him, he had seen titans fall and mighty battleships implode and disintegrate before his eyes.

“I wonder why here, what could we be facing that we would need such a weapon?” He asked, his eyes still ogling over the mighty tank as it roared forward across the hanger bay, many men around it, waving it in with light sticks seemed to be more like ants compared to it’s size. What caught Kregg’s eye the most was the main gun, its barrel as large as something mounted on a titan and the look of it could very well shatter the moral of the enemy.

“It’s a titan hunter.” Cordell said plainly, his eyes drifted away from the tank as he picked up his kit bag and slung it across his back, grabbing his A-bag and weapon case he walked on off to the back of the hanger where the rest of his men were gathering.

Gorgon’s eyes adjusted to the dark crew hold of the space marine thunder hawk, his command squad awaited him, seated in rows of seats, strapped in with harnesses. A dim red light blinked along the ceiling of the hold. One seat was open, that which was closest to the assault ramp at the very front of the blessed thunder hawk gunship. The main striking tool used by the space marines for rapid assaults and air lifts. Armed with a mighty battle cannon and with a defensive armament of brisling heavy bolters, the thunder hawk was a formable opponent, striking deep within enemy territory to disembark its most awesome weapon, the Space Marines.

Among those within the blessed armor of the thunder hawk sat Sword Brother Santos, seated next to Gorgon, his midnight black armor polished to a shine, seals of purity and his revered terminator honor hung across his chest plate, depicting the templar cross with wings flowing from its side. Santos had been at Gorgon’s side ever since he had taken command of the crusade.

“Blessed be the Emperor on this day Brother.” Gorgon spoke to him, nodding in his presence as he pulled down the restraint bar over his shoulders.

“Blessings of many Gorgon.” Santos replied back, bowing his head, his black hair was lengthy for that of a templar, it was matted and simply fell down to his ears. His eyes seemed just as black as his armor, but his heart pure as light. A silver glisten caught the light as his bionic right hand rested across his sacred bolter sitting in his lap, hanging freely from a chain around his left wrist a power mace adorned with the templar cross and spikes protruding from the points across the insignia, it was truly a menacing weapon.

Across from Santos sat Apothecary Testor, the battle brother in charge of safe keeping the crusade’s gene seed from fallen battle brothers. Trained in the skills as both a medic and a fighting brother, Testor has proven his worth with Gorgon in many situations. What made Testor stand out from the rest was his armor, offset from the rest of his fellow brethren, his armor gleamed in a pearl white suit of power armor of the apothacarium. Though his tabard white as his armor was stained with blood from his fallen brothers, his face looked as if it was in a forever state of meditation, his head shaven along with scars that crossed along the contours of his face.

Seated next to the apothecary sat Chaplain Theolous, his stature was large and built, his armor adorned with skulls and chains, his helmet shot fear into the hearts of the weak, a skull shaped helm was one of the many symbols of the chaplain. He brought prayer and faith to his fellow battle brothers, his words encouraged and lifted those around him, often times educing hatred to the enemy and seeking them out at all costs.

Down in the back on the thunder hawk sat the ancient tech marine Hector who’s body has had nearly half of his body rebuilt with bionic implants after a nearly fatal experience by a exploding tank that had ripped his left arm and legs off along with taking his left eye and punctured one of his hearts and falling a lung. Hectors duty within the crusade is to maintain the many fighting war machines along with heavily battle damaged armor and weapons, the master artificer of Gorgon’s crusade/ He had also been the crafter of Gorgon’s armor, which granted his armor almost that of the same toughness and ruggedness of the ancient suits of terminator armor.

Unlike the rest of the space marines within the hunter hawk, Hector’s armor glistened with a red paint scheme, that of the machine cult of mars. Throughout history those that followed the ways of the machine cult adorned their amour with the color red, along with the symbol a black and white cog wheel with a skull in the center. Held within Hector’s hands he carried his mighty power axe, its blade shaped to that of a cog, sharpened to a razor edge its surface shined proudly.

Gorgon looked back at the assault ramp of the thunder hawk, like a giant shark from ancient times the gapping maw closed shut as the gun ship lifted into the air and jetted out of the sword of retribution from its docking bay. The vacuum of space filled Gorgon’s eyes as he peered out the small port hole across from him, above an empty seat. Closing his eyes he drifted into a half meditation as the thunder hawk roared to the awaiting imperial cruiser where Inquisitor Alleena awaited him.

Inquisitor Alleena stood before a holographic image of a large city that projected in front of her. She began to speak before the commanders of the upcoming ground assault. “Here is Talos Prime, the capital city of St. Viktor. Much of the city has been destroyed, but if anything left standing has already been used as converted imperial guard posts and facilities.” She said, pointing out along the hologram, the city looked like a shell from its former self, the ruins stabbed upward and windows hollowed out. The work of chaos has done its sin upon the city.

“What of the defenses? How much is left or do you know of any that has been put in place?” Captain Cordell said, standing up from his seat behind the large oval shaped table that encircled around Alleena and the hologram.

“Inquisitor, if I may.” Gorgon stepped in; standing in the far corner of the room, all of the commanders turned and looked at the armored giant before them.

“Yes, of course Marshal Gorgon.” Alleena said proudly, nodding to him as she stepped back as he came up to the hologram.

“As you can see here.” Gorgon went on to say, his eyes studding the 3D form of the city. “There are three walls that protect each sector inside the city, the outer layer which mostly laid in ruins and from there the industrial sector and this area.” Gorgon pointed out to a large circle shape in the center of the city. “This area seems to be a massive silo of some sort. About 500 meters across, it houses one of the imperial warlord titans.”

The room drew even quieter as the commanders looked in awe at Gorgon as he spoke the words. The rumors that their mission was to obtain or destroy the holy war machine was actually true, if such had been tainted and cursed by the chaos gods such a mission might be impossible.

Alleena stepped back in. “We have located the titan within the silo. The city’s underground is more than a defense network but mainly a connection of tunnels that carried the crews of the titan legion on the planet.” She said pointing out many smaller such circular silos around the city, most were destroyed or empty of the titan.

“What of this titan than, has it been activated yet?” Cordell asked, a worried looked slightly stricken his face. He had been on tough missions before, but such of facing a machine such of that as a titan was unthinkable to him.

“Reports say that the titan’s core reactor was disabled in the first conflict with the city. The tech priests sought to rather destroy its power source and have it not be used against our own forces. But such could not be said for the rest of the titans in the city.” Alleena said to him, her eyes watching each of the commanders.

“The five noted titans had been destroyed. I know this for a fact.” Gorgon stated, his words assured the others. “Though such a titan was never known to us at the time, which bothers me to what else might lie within the city.”

“I am assuming that is why my tanks are here.” A deep voice spoke up; it was that of Colonel Val’sar of the 380th titan hunter regiment. His uniform was adorned with many battle honors and medals, his face aged and a short grey beard covered his chin. His right eye replaced with a bionic implant, scars crossed over his eye and cut into his hair line.

“Ah, yes Colonel that is why.” Alleena said to him. “Your forces will take protection well outside the city where you can, if needed engage the titan from the hills surrounding the city.”

“The firepower of the imperial titan hunters shall aim true Inquisitor.” The Colonel said as he regained his seat among the others, his face assuring to the fact that even a warlord titan could fall beneath his guns.

As the briefing drew on, Alleena had pointed out to each commander their specific roll on the mission. Though the hopes of liberating the planet’s capital city seemed futile, the thought of having one of their own titans turned against them, and one such as the warlord titan would cost them dearly in the future.

Gorgon rolled his head, cracking his neck as he walked along the corridor of Alleena’s imperial lunar class battle cruiser. The lights flickered and the air stale as any other space faring vessel, behind him walked his command squad, each marine took up a good portion of the corridor.

“Back to that unholy city it seems brother.” Santos said to him, walking beside Gorgon heading back to the hanger bay where their thunder hawk awaited them.

“Yes, this time we will not leave anything standing in our path.” Said Gorgon, hate filled his words as he glared down the corridor. “I do not fear what we face on the surface, I have seen the wickedness of chaos, nor do I doubt in my brothers abilities. I trust in each and every one of you.”

“I trust in you Gorgon, as do we all, I can say that for every templar in the crusade.” Santos said, placing an armored gauntlet on his shoulder guard. “No pity, no remorse.”

“No fear.” Gorgon said as he entered the hanger bay and made his way through the crowded hanger floor to his awaiting thunder hawk.