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====the battle of Thermothar==== Just before the opening actions of the Hektor Heresy, the Stone Men had fought the final battle of Colossonomachy and were returning to their homeworld. En route, they recieved a strange transmission in an ancient human language which simply said "join us". Believing it to be some sort of distress call, Onyx and a company of Stone Marines visited the source of the message, a dark, desert world shrouded by swirling clouds of black smoke. When they reached the duned surface, they found a graveyard of massive, archaic spacecraft, titans, and other behemoths of war half-buried in the sand. As soon as the marines made land-fall, they were attacked by mad squat raiders, seemingly possessed by some sort of insanity. They carried blood-stained chain-axes, rusty piston-hammers, and rode fiendish ramshackle-bikes and battle-rovers. The Marines fought off the mad attackers with relative ease, but retreated when more arrived. Onyx lead the company of marines into one of the buried structures, finding themselves in a subterranean enclave of relic technology, aged by the sands of time. From the heaps of scrap and archaic tech, a great beast formed from the rusted metal and frayed electronics. Ancient, arcane technology burned throughout its shifting form, and the Stone Men raised their weapons to attack the bestial machine-thing. Before they could fire their meltaguns, the ghastly being opened what could be described as a mouth, and spoke words that shook even the will of the mighty Stone Warriors. It said, while drooling oil, lubricants, and breathing acrid, green smoke, "A great time for my kin is coming... a time of... chaos". Onyx stood, unshaken, staring into the hundreds of mechanical, multicolored eyes that riddled the hideous machine-form that dared to exist before him. "Speak not, beast. There is but one way to deal with abominable intelligences." Onyx said glaringly. The terrible being cackled hideously, sending a chill down the seemingly-unshakable primarch's spine. "I have crawled beneath the feet of gods and fed on their corpses when they fell. I writhed with the first five when we all were but worms. My brethren will feed upon whatever god stands now, just as they have with every other. Who are your gods, son of Neolithus? Join with me, and your brother of the core as well. We are kindred spirits, the three of us. Perhaps even that ghoulish corpse, Gol-" The creature could not finish its sentence, for Onyx had signalled the company to open fire. The thing's speech was drowned out by its own pained shrieking and the sound of a hundred melta-guns firing in a chorus of destruction. Whatever the creature was, meltaguns seemed to make quick work of it.
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