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.