They had been walking for two hours, and the forgeworld had not changed. It had been a pitch black, with lighting that was smashed beyond all repair. The Beasts had long since utilized night-vision.

   What's happened? There is nothing that cause this sort of sort of destruction. Evastis was not unique in his thoughts. They were ones everybody wanted to voice, but didn't.

   A vox-message broke into his train of thought. "Evastis," Destov asked. "What went on here?"

   "I don't know," was the reply.

   Evastis whipped his helmet off. His filter was removing too much, and he wanted to sniff the air. There was a hot tang of metal, a smell of void, of empty space. A smell of... blood. Evastis whirled around. He saw a bent power cable with his enhanced night vision, but not much else. It was evidence. He ran that way, and the smell of ozone became apparent, signaling lasgun blasts. Evastis whirled around a corner and stopped dead.

   Two Guardsmen were gruesomely dead. One was ripped in half. His buddy had been beaten to death with his own arms.

   The others caught up to Evastis. They had retained their helmets and could see much better. A shocked silence descended upon the group. Farrough was the first to break it. "Evastis, what did you do?" 

   "Nothing, sir. I found them in this state."

   Destov- following Farrough's lead- asked, "But what killed them, then?"

   "I have no idea."

   Evastis slowly turned around, and walked away.

   He heard yells and bolters being fired. Running back, something caught his eye. He whirled around, trying to track it and kill it. Behind him, he heard commotion. Evastis turned swiftly, only to face the largest thing he had ever seen.  It bared its hundreds of giant, razor sharp teeth as it flew straight at him. 

Part 5

   "Wake up. Come on, wake up. Evastis. Evastis."  The voice was far away, and muffled, as if through cheap cloth. Somebody shook him.

   Evastis woke with a start. Instantly, millennia of combat reflexes kicked in. Whoever was shoving him was obviously an enemy, so he had to fight him. Evastis sprang. Destov flew backwards. Evastis charged him and skidded to a halt. "Oh, Destov. Sorry. Had no idea it was you." He extended a black-gauntleted hand. "So, why did you need me awake?" He hauled Destov out of the muddy trench with ease. 

   " Farrough called a meeting. He says we're going inside, to the planetary core production center."

   "He find the entrance?"

   "Yeah. Just one trench line away."

   Evastis rubbed his hands together in glee. "Let's have fun," he said.

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   Evastis checked his bolt pistol and chainaxe, making sure they were still fully operable. While automatically doing so, he mulled over what Farrough had said. "Hurl a grenade in first. Scare 'em. Make 'em run. Then gut 'em." Chainaxe works. Let's see, bolt pistol does too. Ready to kill a few loyalist dogs. 

   Evastis started practicing. Skills were vital, so he worked on them. It was as simple as that.

   Farrough yelled, "Move it! Now!" With that signal, they all ran towards the second trench line.

   Evastis saw the trench move closer to him, and he popped a grenade into it. The screams told him he had done some damage. He smirked, then jumped into the trench.

   His grenade had caused hell. Four Guardsmen had already died, and the survivors were too scared to fight. I'll fight that way.

   His first target fell with a stump for a head. The next had his neck wrung.

   By this time, the fear was wearing off. A few scattered shots landed on Evastis' armour, but he killed whoever shot at him without any harm done to himself. His armour was steeped in gore, yet he had no wound. Evastis laughed as his chainaxe dealt death, blow by hideous blow.

   Finally, there were no more enemies to kill.

   Farrough yelled for everybody to head west down the trench. Evastis used his visor compass to orient himself, and ran forward.

   He stopped where everybody else was. Farrough said, "Beasts, good work. Now, into the doorway. Move it, ladies!" Evastis shuffled through the crevasse in the wall of the trench, and entered the forgeworld.

Part 4

   Captain Farrough was having the time of his life. The trenches were once filled with foolish servants of the fake Emperor. Now, all that remained were bodies.

   Evastis jumped down next to him. 

   "How was the fighting on your side?"

   "Two heavy bolters. Bastards hit us as we got outta the Rhino."

   "Casualties?"

   "At least two."

   "More blood for Khorne."

   "Yeah. But if they can put heavy bolters in random areas,what can they afford in good places?"

   "Whatever they can. Something for us to die on, at least."

   "Just wish that it wasn't me dying."

   "It might not be."

   "Probably is, though."

   Farrough didn't argue the point. He just walked away.

   Evastis sat on the lip of the trench, and contemplated his predicament. A light rain started to fall.

Part 3

   Evastis instinctively rolled for cover, but none was to be found. Fun, he thought, then charged the sandbagged foxhole where the heavy bolter lay.

   He quickly fired three shots of his bolt pistol. Then, seeing the Guardsman still alive, he threw his chainaxe at his opposer

   The chainaxe slammed into the Guardsman's face, causing a fountain of blood to spray the air. Now Evastis was out for blood, but he could not kill any but his allies.

   The assembled set of warriors were hit by another heavy bolter, this one blasting from their right. Two men Evastis could see were dead, one with a smoking crater in his chest, the other headless.

   Furious at the cowardly surprise, the Beasts who were assembled there charged the bunker the heavy bolter was hidden in, which they had taken for abandoned until recently.

   Evastis surged forward, with Destov on one side and Zwaco to his left. They all charged forward, with a similar group of three to their right, ready to smash and kill everthing or everybody in their way. At the same time, the last delegation, this one numbering four, ran around the back end to the sealed and bolted door. 

   Each man attacked in his custom way.  Zwaco pulled at the mouth of the firing slit, hoping to bend the steel-plaz far enough to have room to hurl grenade into the bunker. Destov piled his grenades in a corner, trying to blow a hole in the well-constructed bunker. Evastis attempted to sweep his chainaxe through the mouth and hit the bolter.

   The heavy bolter was torn in two by the strength of the blow. The grenades went off, leaving so little that Destov could punch his way through. The lip went and Zwaco threw his grenade. And the rear door was bashed in with such force that it crushed the Guardsman, who had been so paralyzed by the Beast charge he had not fired a shot.

   "This part's over. Now we need to meet Captain Farrough in the trenches." With that, Evastis started walking towards the sound of gunfire.

Part 2

   It's been a long time since Horus. Long time since Kharn and his torching of us, thought Evastis. Why we became the Beasts of Bazor. The only good thing we got out of it was the pyscho-surgery. He was resting for battle, attempting to sleep. Finally, he realized he would never get any, so he stood up and looked at his armour. He was very proud of his armour.

   The armour was hinging on absolute destruction. There was a chainsword gouge running from the neck down, a souvenir of the Siege of Tera. There was a flamer burn across his helmet, and shrapnel in his left shoulder. But the best part, of course, was the clotted blood.

   Every Beast poured essence of Larraman on his armour before battle, which caused blood to clot insantly when it touched the armour. Ten millenia of battle was ample time to show blood in detail.

   Evastis dragged his shredded breastplate out of the stasis field and put it on. He then added ruined gauntlets and a tortured helmet. Finally, on went the worn leggings.

   He heard similar clamour around him, and assumed Captain Farrough had kicked his peers out of their bunks. His assumption was proved a correct one when Farrough rammed into the small synth canvas tent. "Get off your la-" Farrough stopped mid-roar when he spotted Evastis, fully dressed and ready for combat. "Well, uh, um, just, just get your weapons. We don't have much time." With that, he spun on his heel and left to torture some others.

   Evastis hefted his chainaxe and bolt pistol and strode into the grey dawn.

   A scene of pandemonium greeted his eyes. The warband's one Rhino was having trouble starting up, presumably something to do with the ash that fell like snow on this world. Orders were shouted and soldiers cursed. But, they finally could leave.

   Riding in a Rhino with eleven select other warriors is an unpleasant thing. It is worse on ash-covered, bumpy dirt roads. The nightmare ended soon, however, and they piled out. Straight into the face of heavy bolter fire.

Part 1

   Even though they shouldn't fear, he did. It was artillery, the kind that those cowards of Tzeentch  used, the stuff that made your knees buckle from a mile away. It didn't help that they were now trying to take Novendius Delta, a forgeworld of much product to the bastard Emperor. And the srongest. It had survived four such attacks already, but the Beasts of Bazor were all fervently hoping it would not survive this one.

   The captain stalked up to him, his battered crimson power armour looking as bright as the sun amongst the ash that was ever-present on this volcanic hell."Evastis." "Captain Farrough." Each waited for the other to speak, neither aware that his fellow discussor was doing the same. Finally, Farrough broke the silence. "We will take the loyalist dogs by surprise. In, oh, say, two and a half hours. Now, rest. There will be enough blood tomorrow to sate even the ravages of Khorne." With that, the captain stalked away from Evastis' tent with fire in his eyes, as only a World Eater out for blood aplenty can obtain.