Editing Obstinate Marines (section)

=== It's That Fucking Land Raider Again ===

Turza 6 was a agri-world of little importance to the Imperium of Mankind. Yes it did produce food for nearby Hive Worlds, but in reality it was relatively minor in the grand scheme of its sub-sector. Still there are those who lived on Turza 6 and found life there to be not to their liking. After one such rebellious group was crushed by an Inquisitor's Acolytes a tome was found amongst the wreckage of the insurgents compound. This tome inevitably found its way to a bookish Adept of the Adeptus Administratum. Unfortunately for the whole of Turza 6 this unassuming adept was a nascent psyker and the heretical texts the tome held warped the mind of the man, and soon he began to plot a method to bring the foul forces of Chaos to Turza 6.

The adept preyed upon those bored of a life of tedious farming and animal rearing and soon he had a sizable contingent of followers under his control. It was only a matter of time before a localized warp storm consumed Turza 6 and from its foul mouth did the heinous forces of the traitor legions pour forth. At its head was the Chaos Champion Actin Credast of the Black Legion. He looked upon the meager congregation that the adept had produced and decided that they would be put to better use to create a more permanent gate to the warp beyond, and so began construction of a massive and terrifying altar to the dark gods. Credast had hoped to use this altar to act as a conduit to the teeming mass of daemons that gazed upon this world with hungry eyes.

However... the warp storm ended and soon word came to the Astartes Chapter #1298 otherwise known as the "Parintax Astartes" or "Obstinate Marines" that a world under command of the Imperium of Man had become a unholy gathering of the forces of Chaos, and so they set out from their fortress monastery to the remote world. A company, 100 strong along with the ineffable might of the Land Raider "Indomitable" was all that was sent, but all that was needed to crush this force of foul warp followers. The transit to Turza 6 was a brief one as their astropaths were graced with good fortune as the warp yielded before their ship, and spat them out in an almost record time from their departure. As the ship prepared to unleash its cargo the marines within were prepared to do the Emperor's duty.

Credast was absolutely thrilled when he heard that worshipers of the Corpse God had come to Turza 6. He had indeed begin to grow bored with the congregation and the construction of the fortress protecting it. Although an impressive if not fearsome sight it was battle that Credast sought. Battle and Slaughter. However when word reached him that the specific Astartes that came to Turza 6 bore no recognizable heraldry and instead were what could be called "Walking Wedges" Credast began to worry. He had come across these loyalist before, and fear grew in his corrupter heart. He gazed to the horizon with mixed feelings. Battle would be his, but would victory?

The tireless Obstinate Marines continued towards the seething fortress. They needed no sleep for they had a mission to complete, and they needed no rest for they would not tire even unto death. When the heinous protrusion of the Chaos Fortress became clear on the horizon the marines were already prepared for combat, and it was the ancient Land Raider Indomitable that unleashed the first blow. Its munitions calling out like wrathful thunder as the walls it struck broke under its might. The marines were close now, and they could see the defenders ready for them.
Credast barked orders at his subordinates and soon the sound of hellish bolters and plasma rung through the Turzan air. The shots hit a few of the marines, but their heavy armor protected them from all but the most lethal of blows. Still despite the almost impervious nature of their opponents the Chaos Legion would not let up, and soon the fruits of their violent labor shown as a few of the marines were being brought down. Credast however was still wary of the Land Raider as it had not fallen under any duress through out the fight and was soon to truly shatter the confines of the fortress. Credast drew attention to the danger of the Land Raider and demanded that something spell its doom or else it would be the end for them.

The threat worked. A stroke of blind luck graced (or perhaps cursed) one of the Legion Astartes as a Krak Missle ruined the tread of the potent war machine, and Credast became elated. He howled his victory over the astartes and seeing as how their war machine lie derelict he assumed that they would finally falter and flee. He was wrong. The marines came to the side of the Fortress and with a single minded determination that surprised even Credast they began to attack the fortress itself.

Despite their determination their armaments were not able to pierce the empowered walls, and the ritual was growing so much closer to its completion. Credast hurled insult after insult upon the marines believing his victory secure, and when the marines turned away he was all to certain that he had won. Again... Credast was wrong. For the marines had returned to the ruined Raider and began to remove its under side with stomps and kicks. Credast was at the very least surprised, and soon grew into despair as he saw what the Marines had done. Donning the ruined Land Raider as cover they began to march forward and after a short moment began to sprint towards the wall with the raider prepared to act as a make shift battering ram.

There was but a brief moment where Credast saw his end hastily approaching. He could not for the life of him figure out why this was happening, but this moment of introspection was quickly shattered by his rage demanding his attention. He roared to his followers to fire everything they had upon the raider. Indeed some of the Marines within fell before the onslaught of fire, but for each that feel the resolve of his battle brothers became so much stronger.

It was a harrowing sound when the Raider crashed through the wall of the fortress. Those within were trampled beneath the feet of the marines, and as quickly as they entered the left through another wall on the opposite side. The hellish structure groaned as the ritual failed to complete, and in the few moments before the entire complex came tumbling down Credast gripped his head with some pathetic attempt to come to terms with what has happened. Only one thought ran through his warp-addled mind. "Again. It was that same FUCKING LAND RAIDER." The fortress collapsed and as the marines passed by the site to return to the Thunder Hawk Credast drug himself out of the rubble. Spitting up blood he tried to scream at the Marines, but instead it was a meager voice that came out. "That Fucking Land Raider Agai-"

He was interrupted as a bolt round shattered his skull, and the uninterested marine continued his march.