Editing Chosen of Hecate (section)

===Tyut-Vong Massacre===
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The Surface of Túyet-Vong. 859.M30
The gigantic, flaming greatsword, wielded by the titan of war before him descended with the force of a meteor. The enormous blade crashed against the comparatively tiny Storm Shield attached to the left arm of Radcliff Kaden, Captain of the 14th company of the Chosen of Hecate Legion Astartes. 
A lesser shield and man would have been crumpled to dust immediately, but this particular bulwark had been crafted by none other than Raj Vokar, brother to Kaden’s father Lambach Kropor, and the technological marvels that it possessed were unsurpassed. 
While the powerful relic shield did absorb most of the blow’s power Kaden still felt the bones in his arm and shoulder crunch with the impact.
The Avatar seemed almost comically appalled that one so tiny had dared to survive it’s attack but then roared in what Kaden hoped was pain as he thrust his spear tip into the monster's chest. 
Ignoring this injury the Eldar god of war connected a hammer blow kick that sent the Captain flying several feet to smash through the wall of a ruin that had now been reclaimed by Túyet-Vong’s natural vegetation. 

The deck of Chosen of Hecate Battlebarge, designation The Empusa. 10 hours earlier.
“Three survivors my lord”. The thin and hawkish shipmaster spoke. Delivering her shocking report in the same rigid and professional tone of voice she may use when informing him of the time of day. Though even she could not hide the look of horror in her eyes.
Radcliff Kaden took the news with the dependable stoicism he had become famous for. 
While the rest of the bridge crew was awestruck to learn of the loss of effectively the entire 19th company. Kaden’s keen military mind was already formulating a course of action.
With the destruction of Varinus’ 19th, overall command now fell to Kaden. At his disposal were Polo’s 55th, Brutus’ 27th and his own beloved 14th company. Spread throughout the splinter fleet.
Whatever fate had fallen on the 19th could only be considered the greatest loss of life suffered by the Chosen of Hecate since before their reunion with their Gene-sire. 
Such a massacre could not go unanswered. There would be a reckoning, and the xenos filth of Túyet-Vong would pay dearly. 

The Surface of Túyet-Vong.
Kaden rose from  where he had landed. Red warning symbols were flashing in his helm’s visor. His chest plate was fractured, split and scorched. His thick green robe was charred and in some places still smouldering with the intense heat generated by his monstrous foe. Blood seeped from the cracks in his plate and his shield arm was numb and obviously broken along with his reinforced black carapace ribcage. 
After he had fallen his command squad had moved to engage the Avatar and protect their Captain. The fight there was short lived. By the time Kaden had regained his footing only company champion Theocolyes was still alive. 
Theocolyes stuck at the beast with an expert blow from his Powerfist, a masterful strike that would have destroyed a lesser foe immediately, had it connected. It did not…
The Avatar caught the powerfist in it’s free hand and raised the Chosen Champion off the ground, holding him at eye level. The beast opened its mouth and from within a burst of flame engulfed Theocolyes. The noble warrior’s roar of defiance transformed into a scream of untold agony as his bone white armour blackened and splintered. The Champions eyeballs burst in the intense heat as his flesh was roasted from the bone. The scream pittered out too a choked gurgle and finally silence  as the beast dropped the blackened husk and again turned it’s baleful gaze in the direction of the Captain. 
Sizzling blood dripped from the warlord’s flaming blade as it strode in Kaden’s direction. 

Chosen of Hecate Thunder Hawk Gunship. 5 hours earlier. 
Many among the Legion Astartes disliked Thunder Hawk insertion, something to do with relinquishing your fate to the hands of a pilot and being powerless against being erased from existence by a single, lucky anti air shot, or so he presumed.
Kaden, however vastly preferred the solid dependability of a ship over the sheer unpredictability of teleportation or the bone jarring impact of a drop pod. 
The remaining three Chosen of Hecate companies had mustered in orbit of Túyet-Vong with haste and the fury was palpable, brothers had been lost. Their honor demanded satisfaction and nothing but the total eradication of Túyet-Vong’s Eldar population would satiate that need.
Still something nawed at the back of Kaden’s mind. The Eldar populace of this sector had been almost agreeable until this point. Offering little in the way or resistance and warfare. Túyet-Vong, considered a death world had offered more resistance than the Eldar themselves, so what had changed? How did they now all of a sudden have the resources to wipe out an entire, veteran company?
It felt almost as if they were being drawn in deliberately, the Eldar had an objective yet unrealised by the Imperials and every fibre of Kaden’s keen military mind screamed to him that he was playing into their hands, and yet the honour of the 19th company, and his friend Varinus had to be satisfied. The three remaining companies would make war on Túyet-Vong with a fury uncharacteristic of the Chosen of Hecate. The death world would earn it’s title. 

The Surface of Túyet-Vong.
The Avatar of Khaine advanced on the ruin and with a monstrous roar it gripped the structures ceiling, tearing the already dilapidated building asunder with a strength unlike anything Kaden had witnessed before. 
Radcliff Kaden was already moving, despite the immense pain movement bought, the captain of the 14th knew that inaction meant immediate death. Already his enhanced physique was adjusting to the pain, clotting as many wounds as it could in order to keep him at top physical performance. 
As the beast leered into the rubble Kaden struck. The tip of his spear, Kobaloi’s Fang, pierced the flaming orb of the Avatar’s left eye, as the monster roared in agony and hatred Kaden did not relent. Again he drove his blade into the creatures chest, raining blow after blow on his hulking opponent, his strikes were methodical, practised to perfection, each strike lacking beauty or grace and yet masterful in their simplicity. Each attack made was blunt and to the point. They were blows designed to kill, for show and flair were not among Kaden’s strengths. 
Yet for all of the Captains skill his enormous opponent showed no sign of faltering, for truly it was an Avatar of war.


The Surface of Túyet-Vong. Several minutes earlier. 
The Warpclaws attached to Kadens command confirmed that before them was the focal point of the Eldar forces. The robed figure stood facing Radcliff and his squad. Around them battle raged as Túyet-Vong burned. The Eldar Wytch was flanked by a bodyguard wearing a lithe, elaborate green plate. Which, in Kaden’s experience, marked the xenos as a Scorpion, An elite warrior not to be underestimated.
The pair seemed calm, despite the destruction being wrought on their forces. Radcliff stood before the pair, in full battle plate the captain easily dwarfed either figure. Still neither balked or faltered.
“You have bought this destruction on yourself xenos” Kaden’s voice boomed through his helmet’s grill. “As the deaths of your people had not been specifically ordered we were happy to allow you safe passage from this planet as it met compliance, however your treachery cannot go unpunished”.
The waifish eldar sorceress moved in front of her bodyguard and stared definitely at the captain.
“Foolish Mon-Keigh” she spat, surprising Kaden with how fluently she spoke the common tongue. “The sacrifice of my people means nothing in the grand web if it means eliminating you here today”.
Faster than Kaden could follow the xenos girl drew a small silver dagger and plunged it into her own chest. Her blood flowed from the wound, but not in a way that was natural. The liquid seemed to dance and flash as it rose into the air. Kaden took a cautious step back as the blood, surely more than could be contained within the small frame of the Wytch, came crashing down. Covering the Scorpion from head to toe. 
The elite eldar warrior quivered and gave a cry, his blood soaked body twisting and contorting unnaturally. The temperature in the immediate area began to rise drastically as the blood turned to fire. The heat was so intense that Kaden had to turn away as the xenos warrior finally sagged and burst. From his corpse a rift had formed and a creature began to emerge. A creature far too large to possibly have fit inside the cocoon that was the Scorpion's body. A towering creature, a monster of fire and death strode from the blood flame. The Avatar of Khaine swung its enormous flaming longsword directly at the Captain of the 14th.

The Surface of Túyet-Vong.
Despite his consummate skill Kaden was swiftly losing ground to the sheer fury of the Avatar. He was beyond exhausted and his ability to do more than barely defend himself was rapidly diminishing. His shield arm was next to useless after the initial hammer blow had broken it in several places. It was all he could do just to dodge and deflect with his spear.
Still the Avatar showed no signs of slowing, the creature raged at the defiance of the mortal before it. Baffled by Kadens inability to just lie down and die. 
Knowing his limit was fast approaching Kaden norrowly sidestepped another swing of the titanic blade, which lodged itself in  a three metre furrow in the earth, charing all the vegetation around it to dust.
Spinning on his heel the stoic captain launched his prized shield from his shattered arm directly at the Avatar's head. His broken bones grinding together agonisingly as he did so.
The monster went to one knee, momentarily stunned as the slab of reinforced ceramite that formed the Aegis of Manaan slammed into its face. 
Already Kaden was moving, what remained of his robes ignited and his armour began to melt like wax as the captain sprinted towards the stricken monster.
Even bent as it was the Avatar was still double the size of an Astartes warrior. Mustering what strength he had left Kaden leapt, ramming Kobaloi’s fang into the creatures remaining eye. The Avatar let out an outlandish wail and reared its head. Clinging to his weapon Kaden was thrown into the air. As gravity reasserted itself and the captain hurtled back towards the now blind monster he wrapped his damaged arm around the monstrous neck of the beast. His armour now so badly melted and damaged the symbols in his helmet had all gone from blaring red warnings to dull grey and dead.
Using his good hand, Kaden ripped his entire satchel of grenades free, he marvelled for only a moment that they had somehow not already exploded in the immense heat before jamming them between the jaws of the giant.
Kaden released his grip and landed heavily on his back, as the Avatar righted itself the captain pulled his Boltgun free. Barely having time to aim the weapon in one hand he unleashed the full magazine. 
Not all the shots hit and of those that did they barely seemed to have any effect. Perhaps only a single bolt hit home inside the creatures throat but it was enough. The bolt detonated the satchel of grenades and the Avatar's head simply disappeared in a ball of flame. The intense heat dropped immediately as the immense body staggered back, one step, then another before finally it came crashing to the ground.

The servos in his armoured joints had mostly fused and it was only with the greatest of effort that Radcliff Kaden, Chosen of Hecate Captain of the 14th managed to hobble his way back to the slumped form of the Eldar Wytch girl. The fused metal whined and scrapped at the process and Kaden was forced to hold his own weight by using the haft of Kobaloi’s Fang as a makeshift crutch. He was surprised to see the Eldar still drew breath. 
Removing his ruined helm and letting it drop to the heat fused sand. Kaden collapsed more than sat opposite her. “You must have known that eliminating us here would not end it, others would come and they would seek the same vengeance I have already wrought upon your world, so why?”
The girl looked in the direction of his voice with eyes now too stigmatized to actually view him. She drew in a shuddering breath “This was never about your kind Captain Kaden, we sought your demise specifically”.
The only thing that hid Kaden’s shock at this answer was sheer exhaustion. “What do you mean? Why would you sacrifice the lives of your entire world just to get at me? How do you even know my name?”
At first the girl only gave a smile in response, a smile of inconceivable sadness. The wind blowing her now unkempt hair across her face as embers caused by the flames continued, even now, to fall around them. Finally she answered in little more than a hushed whisper.
“We have seen the future you bring Kaden… Your fate will set in motion events that the galaxy will never recover from. Had you fallen here today perhaps that future could have been avoided, but... we… have... failed”
Despite his injuries Radcliff leaned closer to hear as the Eldar’s voice grew weaker. “You have failed xenos. Wherever the Imperium of Man sets it’s gaze you will always fail, for we will unite the stars”.
“Still you do not understand Mon-Keigh, already the one you call Hecate lays her gaze upon your beloved Primarch, and you are destined to become the bait in her final trap” closing her eyes she muttered out the final sentence as the last of her life’s energy fled.
Kaden sat in contemplation for what seemed like hours among the charred ruins that had formed the hardest fought battle of his life, unable to glean what the Eldar girl had implied and no longer able to muster the strength to move the captain let unconsciousness wash over him. 
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