[b][u]SubStory[/u][/b] [b][u]Brimstone: By Blades and Bolters[/u][/b] [i]Directly after the invasion of the Necron Ship in Chapter 1.6 [/i] Brimstone, Leo and the rest of the Redemption Corps that survived the atrocity of the Necron ship huddled in the center of the chamber besides the ruin of the construct. Their faces grim and guns held low, the battle was short but grueling. Of all the soilders that were teleported an estimated 80% of their own men died. Of the elite Death Gaurd only Leo remained, his armour deeply scorched and rent open. Brimstone fared no better. They were surrounded by pinpricks of light that expanded and solidified into an orb of a brilliant white light that stood out against the cold dark. In a flash they were gone. Torn apart by the bloodwrath at a subatomic level and reassembled almost instantly aboard her. The whole process went unseen in dark of the stasis chambers, but somewhere darker an ancient intelligence watched in delight as its plan was about to come to fruition. The men expected a glorious reception from the men that were left behind from the teleportion. They were instead host to the sight of massacre. Bodies laid broken and bent in piles. Those that weren't were sprawled out on the floor, demonic symbols scrawled around them in their own blood and entrails. The skin of men hung from the roof like the visions of a psychopath. Before they could even take in the severity of the situation they were fired upon. Men, former comrades, opened fire without hesitation. Men were riddled down to nothing as autoguns and Las guns shredded them. A lucky shot took out the servos in Brimstones legs sending him to the ground. A to close frag knocked Leo over as he was hit with the body parts from those that took the full impact. Try as he might Brimstone could not call on his powers as a psyker, something dark clawed on the depths of his mind. Something so large he could not defend himself physically, let alone the butchered soldiers. When the firing stopped the rebels sorted through the bodies, sorted them like men in a slaughter house would to meats. 18 men were lined up as a man in a black robe approached holding a chainsword like some sort of holy relic. The rebels chanted in words that would split a normal man's very soul as the robbed man stepped in place. Words of praise to the Blood God rang across the bay as the chainblade tore through the flesh and bone of the men. As he approached the 17th a cheer rose up from the crowd. "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! A CHAMPION FOR KHORNE!" The robbed man stabbed the prisoner in the gut with the chainsword, letting the duller blade cut open the man before activating the chain blade. With a roar of triumph the robbed man pulled up on the chainsword. The sword edge cutting up as the chain grabbed, ripped and tore cunks of flesh free behind it. "SKULLS FOR HIS THRONE! GLORY TO HIS SERVANT, THE LORD OF THE WOLVES!" Without even as much as moving the robbed man twisted the blade and sent it careening into the last man's neck. His head came off in the most jagged cut imaginable and seemed to tumble slow motion through the air. The blood symbols across the chamber came to life as Bloodletters came forth from the bodies of the sacrifices. Blood poured from Brimstone's nose and ears as the psychic resonance reached a crescendo that even he deemed overpowering. The blood in the chamber seemed to flow of its own accord into a floating ball above the 18 sacrifices. "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!" "PRAISE BY TO KARNIS!" The sphere of blood exploded, showering the room in the near boiling liquid as a figure floated down in its place. It was almost as large as a Skullrender but was built like a space marine and carried itself with the power of an Alpha Thunder wolf. It was incased in armor that even a demon engine would be daunted by. Even his face was gone replaced with the feral form of a wolf, much like that of a Skullrender. As it raised its arm the ax, Bloodletter, tore free from Brimstone's grip and floated lazily into the grasp of the Chaos Prince. "For years I have waited." Karnis growled as it turned to face Brimstone. " I have endured countless torment and mockery for falling to the likes of you. And know here you are like a lamb to the wolves." He reached down and lifted Brimstone with one arm as he slapped a collar of a solid black metal around his neck. "My master said I cannot yet kill you because of plans of others." "But that doesn't mean I can't help your death along." He snarled as he tossed Brimstones body down the shaft to the exclusion zone.