Editing Chosen of Hecate (section)

===Eternity Wall===
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Commander Galehaunt of the Star Warriors fired the twin assault cannon of his command apc into the oncoming ranks of the dead, knowing it was futile but needing to vent his rage. The Chosen of Hecate were attacking in force.

He had been given overall command for the defense of Eternity Wall space port and had successfully repelled countless enemy pushes since the start of the siege. This attack however, was different. Warmaster Je’she had seen fit to send reinforcements to  Eternity Wall and now the Star Warriors manned the defenses alongside their brothers of the Titan Marchers. Lord Primarch Raj Vokar himself was among their number and while the Primarch had assumed temporary command of the defense effort, the Titan Lord had been nothing but gracious in not usurping Galehaunt’s command. The Primarch went to some trouble to carefully consider every single piece of information Galehaunt could provide and ensuring that the commander was included in every single tactical decision.

For all their efforts it seemed only a matter of time before the Star Warriors and their allies were overrun though. They hammered firepower into the enemy, but the tides of tainted flesh seemed endless. Hordes of ex imperial citizens now infected with the blight of undeath clamored at the defenses, easily hurled back but no less distracting, and in enough numbers could even drag down a mighty Astartes. More worrisome were the risen corpses of Space Marines. They moved like automatons, firing boltguns until whatever ammunition they had was spent then using their fists or  guns as clubs. For the most part though, the walls proved an adequate defense. Even though he knew they were dead, firing on those who were once his battle brothers disturbed him. 

Horrific... daemons, the word felt wrong but he could think of no other to describe them, lapped at the flanks. Their horribly distorted forms spewing maggots, bile, pus and other organic fluids. Rusted, cruel looking blades held in their bloated hands stabbed at Galehaunt’s men, easily parting their armour where they struck and turning flesh necrotic.
Behind all of these foes came the Chosen of Hecate legionnaires, some looking more horrid than their daemon allies. 

Blasting at the Space port’s defenders with heavy weapons, once noble Dreadnoughts now corrupted beyond recognition strode towards the walls with impudence, hammering them with all the deadly fire power they could bring to bear. These became a target priority for Galehaunt’s defenders. One Dreadnought, “Seraphium” scrolled on its nameplate, was struck by two Lascannon shots. The blazing lances smashed great rents into its chestplate. A foul green ichor gushed from the wounds but still it came on. The Multi melta on it’s right arm turned a section of wall into slag before tearing into the mush with its left handed chainfist. With this breach in the wall the undead host immediately began to pour inside the Eternity Wall. 

Galehaunt’s Star Warriors and Raj’s Titan Marchers rushed to plug the gap, trying in vain to bring down the rampaging Dreadnought. Even as one Marcher clamped a melta charge to it’s leg the Dreadnought’s brother, Kyros strode through the breach and gunned the Marine down with his assault cannon.

Galehaunt turned his own twin assault cannon on the wounded Dreadnought leading the assault, stitching it’s already torn chassis with a trail of bullet holes as more and more of the undead flowed through the breach, dragging several of Galehaunt’s men down with sheer weight of numbers. Behind them came the Chosen of Hecate warriors, several throwing sickly green lightning. The warriors struck by this warp lightning would burst like rancid pustules or wither and decay where they stood, only to rise moments later to swell the ranks of the Chosen’s undead cohort. 

Galehaunt’s driver gave a shout, giving the commander just enough warning to fling himself free of the cupola just in time to watch his mount explode. From another breach in the wall a third Dreadnought named “Eusebias” had split his tank with a precision shot from its twin-linked Lascannon. With it’s target neutralized the ancient turned its baleful gaze to more of the Star Warriors armoured support. Galehaunt drew his claymore chainblade and cursed the fact that the Emperor had seen fit to gift these traitor swine with so many of the venerable Dreadnought relics.

He was just about to give the command to fall back as he swung his blade in expert arcs shattering undead legionaries around him, when the mighty form of Raj Vokar joined the fray. Barreling into the swollen ranks of the undead like a cannon ball. The Titan Marcher Primarch’s vast array of weaponry cut a swath through the Chosen forces. A ball of super charged Plasma melted Kyros to slag while a volley of Krak missiles slammed into Seraphium, finally bringing the avatar of death low. The ancient’s powercore detonated in a monolithic explosion which engulfed several of the Chosen Astartes and a vast number of the undead in the immediate area. Raj paid them no heed as he continued on his rampage, underslung heavy bolters spitting death, flamers burning all around him to a charred crisp. For a brief moment in the face of such an onslaught the undead hordes faltered. Only for a moment…

A sickly green mist, almost tangibly viscous flowed in through the breach. Where it touched a fallen warrior  the body would writhe with unholy power. Striding amongst it came Lambach Kropor, the gene sire of cursed Chosen of Hecate. With an air of arrogant confidence the Master of Undeath met his brother's eye and begun to purposefully move toward the turban clad Lord of Titans. A rich, thick green cape billowed behind him, the hood pulled low over his brow. The air around him crackling with psychic energy.

A massive force polearm was held in the relaxed grip of his right hand, it’s blade shining luminescent green with warp energy. With a casual wave of his free hand the shattered corpses of the fallen  began to restitch themselves and rose from the ground to once again resume their attacks on Galhaunt’s men. None dared stand between the two titanic figures.

“Raj, my brother, it is good to s…”

Before he could finish his sentence the Titan Lord opened fire with everything he had. Missiles, bolt rounds and high impact shotgun slugs struck home, several seemingly passing through where Lambach stood, others detonating on a kine shield the powerful psyker had summoned around himself. Several struck the Primarch tearing great rents in his armour and flesh alike. Halting the master of the Chosen’s advance in his tracks. Miraculously the wounds that Raj inflicted repaired themselves as swiftly as they were dealt and again Lambach begun his stoic march, weathering every shot the Titan Lord threw at him. Craters in his flesh that would have given any one of his brothers pause reknitting themselves at an astonishing speed. 

As Lambach drew nearer Raj really turned it up. Adding shorter ranged flamers and melta gun blasts to the lethal cocktail of destruction he now hurled at his forsaken brother. To a point where Lambach virtually disappeared from sight. 

Surely, nothing could survive such an inferno Galehaunt assumed. Even one of the Emperor's mighty sons would perish. Eventually Raj was forced to stop firing as ammo belts and powerpacks ran dry. As the smoke cleared the figure of Lambach still stood, horrifically burned and maimed beyond recognition. For a split second it appeared as if the Primarch would fall, little more than a charred corpse but then the body took another step.

“Not very polite, dear brother...” 

Gurgling words uttered from a throat that was so utterly destroyed that it was surely incapable of making such a sound. Yet even as Galehaunt watched the body of the Master of Undeath regrew to what it was. By the time he had made the last few paces to stand face to face with the Titan Marcher Primarch, Lambach Kropor was whole once more.

Still without saying anything Raj drew his Master crafted Power Falchion and Galehaunt knew things were becoming desperate. Raj Vokar was famed for his preference of  ranged superiority and his utter disdain for a close quarters fight. Galehaunt fought valiantly to try and reach Raj’s side, slashing his way through undead and traitor alike. The fighting was fierce and a lesser swordsman would have been downed swiftly, but Galehaunt was among the best swordsmen of his Legion and his talents were known the universe over.

Between the two Primarchs there was a brief exchange of blows, periodically interrupted by a burst of flame whenever Raj’s auto loaders had generated enough fuel. The Titan Lord fought well and any lesser Astartes would have been instantly overwhelmed, but it was clear that he was completely outmatched by Lambach. The Master of Undeath knocked aside blows from the Master of Titans with a languid ease, and his return strokes almost always scored wounding blows. The Venus Gospel’s famous green-glowing edge parted Raj’s thick armour with little effort.

Lambach seemingly tired of the game just as Galehaunt cleared the crowd, his black and red armour now vastly more red as it was spattered with gore. Galehaunt gave a cry as Raj was impaled through the chest. The mighty form of the Primarch struggled for a moment before sinking to his knees. The Commander of the Star Warriors made to rush to Vokar’s aid when seemingly from nowhere a blow like a thunderclap smashed into his back, many of his vital organs spilling from a hole in his torso. For a moment he maintained his footing before his prodigious strength gave out and he toppled to the ground. A Chosen of Hecate warrior with a power claw and leathery wings that may once have been a jump pack stood over him. The warrior hissed as Galehaunt fought for the last few moments of his life. “Watch your hero die now, little whelp”

“Je’she and the others will stop you Lambach, you dogs of Marduk will not win, even if I am not around to see it, you will be repelled, slay me now and be done with it”. Raj stated through gritted teeth, his fury evident. 

“Raj, let me try again. It is good to see you.” Lambach’s smile struck his brother as almost sad.

“I assure you, I am not here to slay you my friend. Marduk told me to take the Eternity Wall, not to slay my brothers. You will be around to see, but not what you think”. Lambach shrugged and sat on his haunches to get to eye level with Raj.

“I know you have had your own doubts about this ‘Imperium’ that has been built, Kincaid’s silly little attempt at religion? If only he knew what I know Raj. If only the fool knew that the real gods hate us, feed off of us. Would he be so quick to label our father as one? I think not brother. You have seen today the gift the gods can give. The power. It does not come freely Raj. Things have been promised, oaths I can never hope to undo and yet…” The Master of the Chosen stared over his brother's shoulder at the Imperial palace “and yet perhaps our Father is not so different, hmm? Your defenders here are defeated Raj, either dead or in full scale retreat. Take word to Je’she now. Tell him that this port is mine and tell him of what you have witnessed here today, I give you my word none will stop you and I will see you again brother, when our father is defeated and we can put all of this behind us”. 

The hordes of Undead parted making a narrow passageway for the Titan Lord to take. For a moment it appeared Raj would speak again but the horde closed the gap and The Master of Manaan was blocked from Galehaunt’s view.

“Kropor, you fool!” spat the warrior with the power claw. “Nurgle would have gifted you greatly for that soul, you insult our master by throwing away such a boon”. Lambach slumped to a sitting position, looking more drained than Galehaunt knew was possible for a Primarch. Clearly whatever foul sorceries he had used to survive Raj’s onslaught had taken a much heavier toll than what Galehaunt had first thought. The Primarch looked almost incapable of moving. Yet another Dreadnought, this one with the name plate Mendel stood protectively between the Primarch and the wayward warrior.

“Not now Atreus” Lambach groaned. “Nurgle will have my brother and his sons, but I will not force him to join our ranks”.

“You were most fortunate... my lord.” Though using the proper title, the Astartes seemed overly disdainful. “If your power had run dry before Raj Vokar’s ammunition, I wonder if he would have been so merciful?”. The Primarch did not respond.

Galhaunt’s vision faded to black and he welcomed the embrace of death when suddenly he was pulled back. His eyes reopened and he climbed shakily to his feet. Commander Galehaunt was confused, he could see through his own eyes but he had no control over his body. Screaming on the inside but outwardly silent, Galehaunt’s body fell into step with the other slain legionnaires forced to watch but helpless to do anything as his body marched towards the Imperial Palace. 
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Ironically it would be the Chaotic nature of the Chaos forces that would result in their own defeat. Deshain Kane would succeed in boarding Raj's Titan and executing the Titan Marcher Primarch. This action drove Lambach into a fury and amid the ruins of the Titan's head Lambach and Linares of the Silver Blades would join forces one final time to banish the newly risen Daemon Primarch of Khorne. Seeing the Gene-sires fighting both the Gunslingers and the Chosen of Hecate turned their guns on each other allowing the Imperial defenders a much needed reprieve that they were quick to capitalize on. The Chaotic forces of Marduk Engur's war fleet began to collapse the Warmaster was left with little choice but for a last ditch headlong charge directly at the Golden Throne.

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====Palace Fight====
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Raj lay dead at the feet of Kane. The Primarch of the Gunslingers cackled as untold power began to flow through him. Khorne would reward him well for slaying a champion as mighty as Raj Vokar. In a rage both Linares and Lambach, momentarily forgetting that they were now bitter enemies threw themselves at Kane as he finalised his transformation into a Daemon Prince. Both were incredible warriors and almost any other Primarch would have been instantly overwhelmed, but the power now at Kanes disposal was unlike anything either of them had experienced before. With the Blessing of Khorne Lambachs psychic talents were next to useless and even with how mighty a combatant Linares was his strength and speed counted for little, no matter how masterful a stroke he made Linares could barely keep up with the Master Gunslinger.  Without even realising it the two former brothers began to, by instinct more than anything else, slip into their old fighting routine each complimenting the other. Both knowing that alone they would easily be overwhelmed by the powerful creature Kane had now become. Seeing this fight take place the Gunslingers and the Chosen of Hecate turned their guns upon each other. Severely weakening the Chaos bound push into the Palace. The defenders were swift to capitalise on the advantage that had presented itself and fired indiscriminately into the Chaos ranks.

The battle of the Primarchs was beginning to take it's toll on all three combatants. Kane was starting to show signs of weakness now that the initial flow of power had begun to subside yet both Linares and Lambach sported horrific injuries. Only their superhuman fortitude keeping either of them standing. Kane stood between his two opponents enormous, smoking, Daemonic gun barrels pointed at each of his former brothers. Khorne would reward him very well if he could finish off a second and even third of his brothers. Judging Linares to be the bigger threat Kane Launched himself at the Silver Blades Primarch, guns blazing. Unable to defend himself from such a furious onslaught, four holes opened in Linares chest a fifth sending the famous Silver Slayer flying from his grasp. The Lord of Ale staggered and was about to fall but Kane already had a skeletal claw around his throat.

"Pathetic, always lording yourself as the strongest combatant amongst us, but this would always have been the outcome. Now you die Linares".

With a pearlescent flash of green lightning the tip of Venus Gospel emerged from Kane's chest. Lambach stood grinning definitely.

"Gnat!" Kane squealed, with his other hand he fired a point blank shot into Lambach's chest. The light of Venus Gospel died and the Primarch of the VIII legion slumped to the ground his strength finally failing him.

It was all the time Linares needed. Grasping the warped head of Kane in his enormous hands Linares exerted every ounce of force left in his mighty frame crushing Kane’s skull into a foul ichor. With a scream of ten thousand unborn babies Kane's form was sucked from real space leaving Linares hands, befouled yet empty. With the apparent death of their Primarch the Gunslingers legionnaires went into full retreat. This wing of the Chaos incursion was more or less completely defeated.

Linares hobbled to the body of Raj, cradling his dead brother in his arms. Linares unleashed a howl equal parts fury and remorse. After several minutes Linares became aware of Lambach standing behind him. Never before had Lambach looked so close to death, relying heavily on the support of Venus Gospel just to help him stand.

"Look what your traitorous ways have wrought Kropor, all the works we achieved under the guidance of father undone. Our dear brother lays dead in my arms, the scum that killed him is dead..." Linares gently placed Raj's body on the ground "and now I will end you too."

Knowing he could not possibly hope to stand against the rage of his brother, as injured as he was, Lambach spoke, his voice rasping through the ragged crater in his chest.

"If you waste your time needlessly fighting me brother then who will stop Marduk from slaying our father?" he finished the sentence as if it were a joke, as he had done for as long as Linares had known him.

"Even now he approaches the inner sanctum of the Palace, the death of our father driving him to slaughter, none can stand in his way, none save perhaps yourself, also, you think we slew Kane? You are wrong brother, he has merely been banished it will take far more than that to end Deshain". 

Linares smashed the ground with his fist, knowing that Lambach spoke the truth.

"The next time we meet Kropor, your head will roll" Linares retrieved his sword and with blade in hand he tore away from the scene of the battle. His superhuman healing factor already restitching his ruined body.

Lambach watched Linares go, completely drained of strength to do much else, when his brother had disappeared from sight Lambach turned his attention to the corpse of Raj.

"Looks like you'll be coming with me" Lambach hefted the majestic form of the Titan Lord and made his way from the field of battle.
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