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===The Grendel Purged===
A decade was spent leapfrogging between the small continents and islands of the second Bastion world, carefully cleansing each one of alien taint before moving onto the next. Finally cornered on the opposite pole, the aliens put up a final stand, there claiming many human lives in a futile fight. As the last of the aliens died, repeatedly stabbed in the chest by Achab himself, human attention turned onto approximate position of the next world. The assumed position of the Grendel Homeworld. The Star Kraken withdrew from the nebula and rearmed, Achab chomping at the bit, unable to stand this slow but necessary build-up before the final battle. More frustrating still were the constant assaults on their supply lines, by opportunistic Eldar corsair, Ork Freebooters, unscrupulous human renegades and craven elements of the Guard whom had wearied of fighting. Unable to stand these delays Achab issued the fatal orders, for his apothecaries to raise yet more marines, and to dispatch these new recruits to hunt down and exterminate any who would harry the flanks. Ignoring warnings from his advisers that this would push the Chapter beyond Codex regulated strength, Achab personally banished the first apothecary who refused his order.

As their numbers neared twelve-hundred the fleet set off, and Achab was personally aboard the first drop pod to smash through the roof of the Grendel capital warren. They scoured the world, expanding outwards from this drop point, winning each meter with the lives of dozens of guardsmen, or more galling to the Chapter-Master, the life of a marine. As new battlefronts opened Achab threw himself into them, diving into the thickest portion of the fighting, throwing himself at the enemy with a zeal unmatched by his brothers. His friends, those who had known him the longest, those few who had survived the campaigns across both worlds, speculated that perhaps Achab wanted to die, wanted to end his life amongst his brothers out of some misplaced feeling of guilt, guilt for losing so many on that first assault, or perhaps guilt for failing the ordained word of the God-Emperor. Yet no matter how hard he fought, slugs and claws and explosive shells always found his brethren, and left him untouched. Achab himself began to feel he might be cursed, doomed to outlive them all.