Growing Darkness

Dravos scanned the surrounding area, his millenia of experience telling him that open battle was near. The Acolytes of Change had just been notified by their orbiting fleet that the enemies were making planetfall. Despite their initial success in controlling the sector, Dravos knew that it was only a matter of time before all manner of foe would descend upon Gore Swirl, whether it be disgusting alien scum, or the ancient enemy themselves. Prospero be praised he thought to himself, relishing the idea of gutting an Imperial coward or better yet their lackey dogs, the space marines.

Dravos noticed that all of the ambient sounds of the area were now hushed. An odd silence filled the air. This was when he noticed the darkness. To the West of his squad's current position an unnatural shade was descending to the surface. As the apparent cloud lowered further Dravos knew at once what was happening.

"Battle Formation now!" He snarled at his men. "Xenos contact to the West!"
Suddenly the sky to the East lit with a brilliant light as several contrails streaked to the North.
Studying the ridge Dravos spotted the form of a land raider tank, bearing the markings of the Adeptus Soritas.
"Company East!" he cried out, a malicious grin spreading across his face. "Forget the monsters, take the whores of the Emperor!"

The large defiler attached to the company bolted across the open-ground scrambling over the ridge, its power plant bellowing out plumes of noxious gas.
"Release our brother!" Dravos barked as a group of marines released their grip on the thick chains containing Rausk, the warped dreadnought. The abomination of daemon, machine, and man howled with unbridled rage as he smashed through the landscape, his uncontrollable madness sending him careening towards the closest foe.

As Dravos' Unit began persuit of the of the enemy, he could hear the thundering guns of the obliterators as they unleashed a salvo upon the encroaching tyranids to the West. Amid the chaos of first contact Dravos felt the pressure of an immense explosion as the defiler was struck by some manner of weapon.

Before he could regain his wits a group of sisters smashed into the squad of terminators. Their large grinding chain weapons gave them away as Sisters Repentia. The display in his helm telling him that Raeth and Torson were downed, he waded into the enemy felling one immediately with his lightning claw. A warrior cleaved her blade into his thick armour but failed to penetrate the dense plating. Dravos destroyed her head with a point-blank volley from his bolter as he disintegrated another's chest with a vicious backhand of his power weapon.

Noticing that the enemy surge was pushing toward Nixes, Dravos barrelled through the enemy to defend the sorceror. A sister's blade slashed out, damaging Nixes' armour and drawing blood just as Dravos gripped her by the neck, crushing her spine and simaltaneously shredding her torso to pieces with a wicked discharge of his gun.

Before having time to assess the damage to his unit, the shrill cries of aliens filled the air as several swift monsters exploded from the darkness, smashing into the terminators. Dravos roared with chaotic rage, plunging his crackling claw into the skull of the nearest genestealer.

To be continued...