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===The Razing of Neolithus===
Onyx was rushed onboard the Everest on a SM heavily customized thunderhawk made for ground-to-space troop transport called the Condor. He had taken heavy damage during the battle on Isstvan V, and the SM were forced to retreat in the face of numerous opposition and superior firepower. Roughly 30,000 died in the retreat, leaving only half of the legion alive. The Stone Fleet had been ground to dust by the traitorous fleets, leaving only the Everest intact. Fortunately, the ship was built like none other, and could stave off the encroaching ships during the retreat as well as carry the 20,000 fleeting marines.
Onyx was transported to a medicae station on the lower cargo deck of the Everest's 12th  kilometre-division. The towering giant lay on a massive adamantium workbench, with numerous apothecaries on loan from the Scions of Europa tending to his wounds. He had sustained 7 bolter rounds to his shoulder, 10 to his torso, a vicious burn on his leg, and a chainsword gash across his chest (which they hoped was not tainted by chaos).
The wounds were healing, but slowly and not enough to prevent blood loss. The apothecaries came to an agreement and carefully removed the many stone-like plates of his armor from the injury sites. The primarch was tended to with both caution and urgency, for the battle may have ended, but the war waged on. Kranios's forces were surely going to Neolithus as well, and with chaos at their behest, they may very well have been there before them. 
Onyx awoke on the table, the apothecaries having finished healing him to the best of their abilities. Jorteng Tark and Brenn Corundus, Onyx's highest ranking captains, were waiting for him. Jorteng was a rough marine, with a blocky figure, wide shoulders, and a face like a poorly-chiseled hunk of granite with a braided black beard and a buzz-cut. Brenn was more charismatic, with a slightly more rounded face and just an intimation of shaven facial hair on his younger-looking chin. 
"My lord-brother, are you awake?" Corundus asked the roused primarch.
"Aye, brother. What in the Emperor's name happened?" Onyx groaned, fatigue draining his words.
"The damned traitors got the best of us. Turns out the Mastodontii 'ave gone heretic, as well as the Horns and the Gorgers. They caught us by surprise, attacked our flank. We were thrown into a meat grinder, and the only way out was up." Jorteng relayed. "lost my left hand to a Gorger Tomahawk's chainaxe." Jorten raised his bandaged stump to emphasize his point.
Onyx put his face in his hands and sighed deeply. He rose.
"How many."
Brenn glanced at Tark.
"How many died in the retreat."
Tark broke the silence.
"Twenty-eight chapters and portions of the rest. In total, Thirty Thousand."
Onyx's face darkened. 
"They have died honorably, giving their lives so that we may carry on. What is our heading?"
Corundus rose and briefed the Primarch.
"Twelve months out to Neolithus. We're taking the tempestus corridor, which would usually make the trip faster, but the damned warp storms are slowing us down. We're afraid Kranios and his dogs might get there first."
"Prepare all able-bodied troops for combat. Salvage or repare as many vehicles and equipment as we can, and get me another suit. Let us show the Horns of Ruin how the Legion of Stone treats traitors."

The Everest and its small convoy arrived just outside Neolithian orbit, entering combat positions as they closed in on the space around the planet. Kranios's fleet was busy hammering away at the formidable planetary defenses, and making worrying progress. The Horns of Destruction rampaged across the planet's surface, destroying military and civilian structures alike. The Neolithian serfs were slowing them down significantly, but they were no space marines and the Horns continued to advance. 
The lord-admiral of the Everest, Regis Tungsten, moved into his battle-station.
"Engage the long-range cannons! load the torpedo bays and prepare for enemy retaliation! SHOW THEM NO MERCY!"
The gargantuan guns of the beastly cruiser peppered the fleet as the Everest drew nearer to the surface. Onyx and the remaining 20,000 marines prepared for a large-scale deep-strike across the continent.
Small hatches on the underbelly of the Everest flung open, and a shower of adamantine canisters carrying deadly cargo fell through the sky.
The Stone Men rained literal hell upon the Horns, decimating their somewhat-outnumbered forces. Onyx was suspicious of Kranios, for he was not one to restrain the use of overwhelming force, yet he had withheld most of his troops fleet-side.
Regardless, the Stone Men cascaded like a wave of rock through the attacking marines, until only the fleet above remained, constantly bombarding the surface.
"Onyx Lithus to Everest, we have taken planetside with minimal resistance. What is your situation?"
A nervous vox transmuter answered the call.
"We're taking heavy fire, but she can handle it. I don't know if we can beat them, sir, we've only got one battleship. Granted, she's the Everest, I just don't think we have the logistical ability."
"Affirmative. Retreat to the outer perimeter of the system. We can hold the planet while we hail for backup. Onyx out."

Then the bombardment stopped. Smoke rolled across the rocky crags of Neolithus, silence ringing in the air. Kranios's fleet descended to high-atmospheric geocentric orbit, hanging 10 kilometers away from Onyx's position. 
"What the hell are they doing?" Brenn said through the vox transmitter.
Then Onyx felt something in his gut. A deep, ancient instinct burned into his soul resurfacing in his chest that told him one thing:
flee
"Retreat!" Onyx hastily shouted.
Onyx's veteran legionnares understood the severity of his tone. They boarded their co dprs as quickly as they could, while the rest hesitated for but a moment.
Then the sky grew dark, a faint burning smell drifted across the plains. a beam of pure, chaotic energy burst forth from a massive planet-directed cannon on Kranios's flagship. The typhonic storm of daemonic energy tore through the atmosphere and washed over the land like a torrent of water. Onyx watched in horror as the land was torn, burnt, shredded, and disintegrated in a flood of daemons and chaos. The marines that had not boarded the shuttles in time were either annihilated by chaos energy, thrashed and eaten by daemons, or plucked from reality by massive tendrils of unholy gods. The few survivors rendezvoused at the battered Everest, as the planet below burned and swarmed with tempestuous evil. A dark silence blanketed the ship as they all came to terms with the unimaginable. Neolithus was dead, a casualty of the war, along with countless Stone Marines. The cacophonous sounds of cannon fire were the only thing audible in the massive conclaves within the ship, for none had a word to speak.
Finally, Onyx broke the silence;
"Captain Corundus, how... how many remain."
Corundus responded woefully
"A large portion of the veteran chapter and some others. We managed to rescue the last class of neophytes from the planet, if it helps our position at all."
Then Onyx rose to address his last 1,000 men. 

"Brothers, if I even have honor left to call you that, hear me. I must claim responsibility for these events which have lain heavily upon my heart, for it is through my inaction and inability we have failed so terribly."
Brenn Corundus, who was standing next to him, interceded by loudly whispering
"Brother Onyx, you cannot blame this wholly on yourself, it naught be-"
"I must take responsibility for that which I am responsible." Onyx said, his tremendous voice wavering.
"I do not have the right, nor privilege to order you on this mission. I will, however, ask you as a brother in arms, to follow me."
A marine with a shoddily constructed prosthetic leg and a stump of bandages where his right arm should be stepped forward.
"I am Sergeant Ural of the Petran Wolves, 4th chapter of the Stone Legion. my arm was lopped off by a halberd at Isstvan, and it was there I thought would be my grave. My squad was pinned down behind a rock formation at the front of the line, with no hope for rescue.
Then I saw him. Brother Onyx lead a one-man charge into the enemy's forces. He drew the fire from our squad unto himself, allowing us time to move positions. We joined the larger charge and move forward at Onyx's back, holding the line. When he fell I wavered naught, for I knew my duty now. I covered the apothecaries as they carried him away, for his spirit still remained in me as if he were still there. Brother Onyx, I would follow you into the eye of terror."
Onyx stood quiet.
The marine sergeant bashed his left fist on his chest-plate. Another joined in, and soon the entire hall was filled with the unified sound of a thousand marines.
 "FOR NEOLITHUS!" a marine shouted.
"FOR ISSTVAN!" shouted another.
"FOR OUR BROTHERS!" 
Onyx felt a new vigor inside of him. He called for the Admiral on his radio.
"Admiral Tungsten, how many torpedoes do we have left?"
"About a hundred boarding torpedoes, and 9 hundred breaching torpedoes."
"Good. I have a plan."
"I heard your speech, Onyx. I only have one thing to ask."
"What is it, Regis?"
"Go tear that bastard Kranios a new asshole"

Onyx and the only able-bodied marines left piled into the boarding torpedoes, and the Everest's many cannons hesitated for a brief moment. A storm of torpedoes was fired from ever tube on the ship, lighting the sky with fire and smoke. Kranios began to fire upon the swarm.
"Where are those torpedoes headed?" Kranios shouted from his immense throne.
"The cruiser to our forward port side, my lord. I'm afraid the cloud is too dense for us to destroy them all." buzzed a dark mechanicus priest.
Kranios laughed.
"Those marines were weak anyway."

The Talon of Rage was struck by a massive barrage of missiles, sending the ship lurching to it's side. There was minimal critical damage, but the hull was shredded to bits. a dark mechanicus tech marine arrived at a hull breach to assess the damage. He saw a huge projectile that had crashed through the wall. What he didn't see was the armored fist that went straight through his chest.

"The Talon of Rage is still operational my lord, but it seems that they have lost communications."
"It matters not, they must be so overwhelmed by grief that they have lost their sense! Wasting your entire torpedo store on a light cruiser? Bah!" Kranios let out a horribly deep and thundering laugh.
"Continue firing on the ship. She'll be dead in no-"
"Uhh, sir?"
"What is it, welp?"
"The Talon is turning around."
"What?"

The Talon fired its port side boosters, spinning the massive ship around to face the Flagship, Kranios's Pinnacle of Doom. Suddenly it fired its forward engines, crashing through several frigates on its path of destruction. the Pinnacle fired a volley of missiles and cannon shots, but it was too late. The Talon slammed into the side of the Pinnacle, tearing a hole straight through the Gloriana-class flagship.
"Sir! We've got boarders!"
Kranios was visibly upset. He slammed his fist down on his throne.
"THAT BASTARD! SEND IN OUR TROOPS! IF IT'S A FIGHT HE WANTS I'LL GIVE HIM A GODDAMNED FIGHT!"

The Horns of Ruin were at a huge disadvantage within the cramped halls of the starship, unable to use explosives or heavier weapons. They charged endlessly into the Stone Men Veterans, crushed by their fists and incinerated by their meltaguns. The SM flooded in from the Talon of Rage, sweeping through the ship like a wave of vengeance. The column of marines made it to the entrance of the ship's bridge with Onyx at the head. 
Onyx turned to his men.
"You all have shown incredible bravery and valor. I am proud to have lead you all, but now I must ask you to return to the Everest. This is something I must do alone. Kranios's men will not fire on their own ships without his command, so you can escape safely."
The Marines hesitantly piled into the shuttles, but they understood their primarch's orders. This was the last time they would see him.
Onyx received a call on his vox. It was Captain Corundus:
"It's been an honor serving under you, brother."
"I shall be seeing our brother soon, I think. As well as our ancestors." Onyx said wistfully.

Onyx ascended the long, black staircase into Kranios's throne room. He sat upon a dark throne adorned with numerous symbols and trophies of chaos. It was massive, with a huge transparent, domed ceiling. Columns of bone and spikes adorned the walls. 
Kranios rose from his black throne and spoke in his storming voice.
"Welcome, brother, to my arena! Do you like it? I think it needs something on the walls, I was thinking about adding your blood to it, after I break your spine and sacrifice you to the dark gods!" 
Onyx walked to the center of the arena and glared at Kranios for a few moments.
"What's wrong, grox got your tongue? speak!" Kranios shouted, slightly annoyed.
Onyx muttered only three words:
"You will die."
Kranios pulled a massive warhammer in the shape of a ram from the rack next to his throne. He let out a thunderous laugh and lept into the arena below. 
Onyx and Kranios walked towards eachother, weapons at the ready. Onyx's power fists crackled with super-charged energy. Kranios's daemonic hammer glowed intensely with red taint, and sizzled with dark miasma. Kranios let out a war cry and ran towards Onyx. Onyx did the same. The black warhammer collided with Onyx's fist, pushing both of them back. Onyx recovered and swung at Kranios, but Kranios stopped his fist with the head of his hammer. Kranios raised his massive weapon and swung three times, only to be blocked by Onyx's huge fists. Kranios swung one more time, letting out another war cry. Onyx grabbed the hammer with his right hand, the daemonic taint corroding his hand armor. He threw the hammer away in one swift move, then used his left fist to uppercut Kranios in the gut. Kranios landed a few feet away, and Onyx ran towards the fallen primarch with burning death in his eyes. Kranios called out through his vox, his voice gurgled by blood in his mouth.
"THE HORN! BRING OUT THE HORN!"
Two huge doors beneath Kranios's throne swung open, flooding the room with chaotic energy. Onyx felt his strength drain, and he stumbled backwards, then fell to his knees in fatigue. A talon-shaped object within a containment field on a mechanical pedastal was wheeled in.
Kranios rose with replenished vigor.
"This is a chaos artifact, which I have affectionately named "the Horn of Ruin". The most powerful ever discovered. I can use it to unleash warp storms at will, like with your pathetic planet. But this object does not just unleash souls, it can also absorb them, and harness them."
Kranios approached the arcane trinket.
"It would have taken me years to do this, perhaps even decades at the rate I was going. But, with the souls of over 30,000 space marines I should have more than enough!"
Kranios shoved his hand into the containment field, and grabbed the horn with an iron grip. Energy shot through his arm, and Kranios grit his teeth and bore the pain, as chaotic taint spread throughout his body. His armor cracked and warped as his body transformed into something hideous. His right arm was replaced with a gargantuan claw with a massive cannon fused to it. His left became a twisted, clawed hand with an assault cannon sinewed to the bone. The giant creature rose with its new digitigrade legs, a clubbed tail swinging behind it. Two leathery wings stretched from its spined back, and multiple sets of horns sprung from its face. 
"NOW DO YOU SEE? THE TRUE POWER OF CHAOS?"
Onyx struggled to his feet, and raised his fists to fight without a word.
Kranios grew enraged at his audacity, and charged at him. Kranios slammed into Onyx, sending him back several feet while leaving a rut in the metal floor. Onyx lept towards Kranios and the two tumbled backwards, but Kranios used his new, inhuman strength to toss Onyx off of him. Onyx struggled to his feet, but Kranios knocked him back with his claw-arm, and lept over to him with his giant wings. Onyx spat blood from an unknown injury. Kranios placed his taloned foot on Onyx's chest, using his now incredible weight to hold the Primarch down.
Onyx's armor creaked and groaned under the monstrous being's heel. Onyx writhed and pushed with all his might, to no avail.
Kranios waved his hand towards the pedastal of the Horn, and the artifact levitated to his grasp.
"Ha, Onyx the Indestructible: brought down by Kranios, the Destroyer! a fitting end to your failures, don't you think?"
Kranios pointed his massive claw-cannon towards Onyx's face. 
"Now I shall put an end to your legion, forever."
The cannon began to glow red with heat as the demolisher charge inside powered up. Then, to Kranios's surprise, Onyx thrust his hand onto the barrel and clasped down with the force of a heavy servitor, warping the tube.
Kranios recoiled in response, but it was too late. The round detonated destroying Onyx's power fist and Kranios's daemonic appendage. Onyx grit his teeth, bearing the immense pain and bleeding in his right hand which was now sans one power fist. Kranios howled in pain and anger at his shredded grasper, letting up slightly on Onyx's chest.
Onyx dug his remaining power glove into Kranios's leg, twisting it with a few dozen snapping noises. Kranios fell backwards, limping on his shattered leg, though his claw had begun to regenerate. Then Onyx sent his fist straight into the beast's skull, shattering his remaining power glove. Kranios dropped the Horn, but Onyx deftly caught it before it dropped to the ground. The artifact sent waves of unimaginable pain through his arms, but he still maintained his grip. Chaotic energy shot through his arms, and his eyes, ears, and nose began to bleed. He felt his knees begin to wobble. 
Kranios recovered, and taunted Onyx while regenerated.
"You seriously think you could handle its power? You will be snuffed out like candle in a storm!" Kranios derided.
Then, Onyx gripped the object with his second hand, holding each end with his bare hands. His palms had begun to burn. He felt his mind slipping. Then he saw it. a dream, or some kind of vision in which he saw his brothers, sacrificing their lives to save him. He closed his eyes and strained against the object, creating tiny fractures. It was then that Kranios realized that Onyx was not trying to control the Horn. 
The Horn shattered clean in half, unleashing a torrent of pure, golden energy. Onyx's armor liquified and his body disintegrated, but he knew he would be with good company soon. Kranios's daemonic form was vaporized, layer by layer, until all that remained was a shard of his soul. The cascade of warp energy consumed the entire ship, wrenching adamantium like twigs and burning plasteel like dry leaves. A single, heavily garbled message reached the Everest:
"G...ellar"

The crew of the Everest looked on in awe as the Black Fleet of Kranios was blown into pieces by the expanding explosion. The message reached the vox operator, and they immediately pulled the switch to activate the gellar field just as the wave collided with the ship. They tumbled in the currents of pure energy like a toy boat in a hurricane, and everyone held fast to their stations as they were flung around. Then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the maelstrom was sucked back into some infinitesimal point far beyond their line of sight. 
"Status report" Regis said, coming back to his feet. 
"We've been knocked just outside the system, but aside from that and the heavy battle damage we're unscathed."
"Good, I-"
Then the ship shook as if it was struck by a wave of force, and before their very eyes a black casm tore itself into creation. 
Recognizing a black hole, and a damned huge one at that, Regis Tungsten ordered the ship to turn around and fire all forward engines. The ship listed agonizingly slowly, as the empty hole in space-time grew with every passing moment. The ship began to creak and moan under the immense gravity, and the nuclear engines fired at maximum power. 
"We're not going fast enough, we need to make a warp jump!"
"We can't! we're not going forward!"
The Everest strained and shook violently, as the black horizon quickly approached behind them. 
"How many power cores are still operational?"
"12, sir"
"Overload all of them and funnel them all into the main engine."
"Sir! we'll destroy the engines!"
"We won't have need of engines if we're dead, boy, now do it!"
The nuclear power cores began to shake and heat violently, as the energy poured into the engine giving it a small boost. The Everest remained trapped just beyond the event horizon, until the forward engine exploded with the power of a supernova. 
The ship hurtled forward, propelled by the explosion away from the dark stellar remnant, and dissapeared into the warp.