[i][b]The roar of an engine is heard nearby, and shortly after, a Space Marine drives around a corner on his Assault Bike. He looked like a White Scar, but the difference was in his right arm: It was completely red. His insignia was different too, because it was actually two lightning bolts crossed to make a cross, one being Crimson red, the other a lighter shade. He spotted the Deathwatch team, and eventually stopped the bike in front of them. [/b][/i] "Hello Battle-Brothers, I am Bracheous Beranteus of the Crimson Scars, khan of the successor to the White Scars." [spoiler]And yes, he's the last one, so technically he's a Khan. [/spoiler]

There were eight team members, which was unusual of a Deathwatch kill team. [url=http://i.imgur.com/XkJgLpw.jpg]the first man he saw was larger than the others. He still bore the Pauldron of the Ultramarines. He wielded a heavy flamer/melta combined with an Autocannon, and a power fist.[/url] [url=http://i.imgur.com/rAA3y55.jpg]the second marine he saw had his armour still in pristine condition, most likely due to the power shield he wielded along with his Ax.[/url] [url=http://i.imgur.com/qPd6hjF.jpg]The third man he saw wielded some menacingly heavy weaponry, with a large plasma cannon on his right arm and a power fist in the other, with a Melta gun attached to the fist. He was as bulky and large as the first man.[/url] [url=http://i.imgur.com/CBU4Hbz.jpg]the fourth man he saw was peculiar, seeing as he bore the emblem of the adeptus mechanicus on his experimental terminator armour. He wielded the Ax of the mechanicus with a storm bolter in his other hand.[/url] [url=http://i.imgur.com/LTHz4Sl.jpg]the next man he saw, the fifth, was leading his men. He was their commander, he had been for as long as every of them could remember. They each respected him and looked up to him. He wielded a chained shock mace with a shield, along with mounted stormbolters on his wrists.[/url] [url=http://i.imgur.com/sMWTkt4.jpg]the Sixth was quite an odd sight, as he didn't wear Terminator gear. At first, Bracheous thought he was wearing some sort of Scout marine gear, but he quickly realized that the man was a full-fledged Astartes. It was an experimental armour, of which he had only heard whispers. It was a revolutionary new pattern of power armour, heeding directly from mars, apparently taking its basis from a blueprint that had been recently discovered, rumored to have existed during the dark age of technology. This brother wielded an exotic pattern of Stalker bolter in one hand, a grav-gun in the other.[/url] [url=http://i.imgur.com/CYBsnlD.jpg]the next brother served as both Chaplain and Apothecary to the Kill team, tending to their wounds and lifting their morale. With him at their side, they would never sway in the face of a danger, no matter how imposing. He wielded an imposing power sword and a combi Bolter/melta[/url] [url=http://i.imgur.com/op48GF8.jpg]And lastly, but not the least, was the Librarian. Clad in mighty Terminator armour, the man's helmet bore strange resemblance to a skull, or the helmet of a heretic. The Marine saw, on his shoulder, that he was a brother from the Exorcists, the fabled chapter. This sight was a rare one indeed. He wielded both a repeating plasma gun and his Psyker staff, that was shaped in the head of a cobra.[/url] Thogether, the awesome presence of each of these legendary marines formed together the legendary and heroic Kill Team Jericho, of the Deathwatch. He recognized them immediately, for their legend was widely known across the astartes. Each of these men were as experienced and powerful as a chapter master.

[i][b]And so Bracheous got on one knee, after getting off his bike. He knew who these men were, and for that he carried a great respect, and he hanged his head, staring deeply at the floor. [/b][/i]

[i]"Rise, brother. There is no need for such pleasantries. The honour is very appreciated."[/i] Their leader spoke, General Diomedes Aurelius. He was the only remaining member of the Dusk Raiders, who were now known as the traitorous legion of the Death Guard. His loyal brethren had all been killed save for him, who had managed to fend off the traitors during his escape. He was once the right hand man of their primarch, Noiratrom, but now he served the Imperium as best he could. He was Veteran of more than ten centuries of fighting.

"To what do I owe this pleasure, general? Have your me. Come seeking shelter and supplies?" [i][b]Bracheous had asked. He rose from his kneeling position and brought his eyes to meet the man before him, a look of awe on his face beneath the helmet. [/b][/i]

[i]"We had escorted a priest of the Mechanicus to this location for safety. We are on our way back to the hunt. A tyranid hive has been spotted nearby. We are going to purge it."[/i]

"Ah, would you and your men like any assistance from me?" [i][b]Bracheous had inquired. He had wanted to aide these men in their mission, and he figured that fighting would be the best way to do it. [/b][/i]

[i]"This mission might prove too dangerous for a simple marine. We would hate to lose a brother in the line of duty."[/i]

"With all due respect sir, I am the last of my chapter, and that's because I was a good fighter. Chaos entities had me surrounded, forced me to fight for the Emperor in an arena, and I fought my way out: I hold more power than just a single marine."

[i]"Hmph. Your survival does indicate your skill somewhat. You may accompany us."[/i]

"Thank you, general. I will follow you on my Assault Bike." [i][b]The marine responded. He approached his bike again and threw his left leg over it, before he revved the engines up and backed out of the way, allowing the Deathwatch to move ahead of him. [/b][/i]

The marines moved at a relatively slow pace, what with being in Terminator gear and all. They were rapid for terminators, however, handling the extremely heavy and bulky armour with ease and grace. The man in the advanced astartes armour walked to their pace, respecting the order of the group.

[i][b]Bracheous wasn't going to lie to himself, the groups speed irked him a great deal. He comes from the White Scars, so having to be slower wasn't exactly ideal for him. But nonetheless, he followed the group closely, driving at the same pace as the group walked. [/b][/i]

They reached a tight corridor, where his bike was at a serious mobility disadvantage. [i]"If you still wish to follow us, it is best you abandon that engine behind. It will only impede you."[/i]

"Alright, the bike will stay behind." [i][b]Bracheous felt a sadness wash over him, but he quickly shrugged it off as he dismounted the bike. He grabbed his Chainsword and Bolter pistol from his sides, where they were quickly pulled from the holsters he had fashioned from salvaged leather. And with that, he quickly followed the group. [/b][/i]

The group moved through the corridor, the advanced astartes armour wielder, Damien, was at the front. [u]"Movement detected, General Diomedes. Forward, at all points. The hive is closer than we anticipated."[/u]

[i][b]Bracheous listened eagerly at the man's words. The adrenaline was starting to come to him, as it has before every fight he went into. He kept the Chainsword's blades from activating for the moment, but he tightened his grip on the gun. [/b][/i]

[i]"Weapons ready, Jericho. They come for us, and we come for them."[/i] They moved in single file lines until the corridor opened up wide enough for them to move as a group.

[i][b]Bracheous was staying at the rear of the group, allowing the heavily armoured group to stay ahead of him, as his gear was light compared to theirs. He was near the right side, almost on the outskirts of the group, to fit with his fight style. [/b][/i]

The distant screaming of Tyranid beasts could be heard as they advanced, they were definitely nearing a stronghold.

"Tyranids, sounds like quite a few... We're nearing a stronghold." [i][b]Bracheous had said softly, as to not disturb the silence. He had hoped that the silence was the one thing that kept the Tyranids from hearing the group from afar, though he doubted it based on the fact that he was near Terminators. [/b][/i]

[u]"Knight assault incoming!"[/u] Said Damien. [i]"Combat position, column C!"[/i] The marines spread in a prescribed manner, their heavy firepower to the sides while their melee combattants were near the front to Aggravate the enemies. Damien was at the rear with his Stalker Bolter.

[i][b]Bracheous was always favouring a combination between Chainsword and Bolter Pistol, so that's exactly what he used. He ran at the sides of the group and took the stragglers with his Chainsword, firing at any who closed in on him to flank with the Bolter Pistol. [/b][/i]

The tides of Tyranids hadn't come yet, but they came soon enough. Having them trapped in a single corridor put them in a killzone. The tides of knights rushed through the hallway, stepping over one another in an animalistic rage to kill. The superheavy terminators fired their combination of extremely heavy weapons, with plasma bolts and jets of flame flying into the oncoming wave, mixed in with blasts of autocannon fire. Those that got close were met by the power mace of General Diomedes and the Ax of brother Heracles, not to forget the power sword of the brother-chaplain. Damien stayed in the back, sniping with his stalker bolter whose rounds were coated with a special acid that burned through entire Tyranids, cleaving columns out of the corridor. The Brother-Librarian sent out bolts of psychic energy that killed Tyranids from his staff.

[i][b]Bracheous watched these men in awe when he had the briefest of moments between combat, but he continued to attack with the fury and speed befitting of a Crimson Scar. He would truly have made the Great Khan, Jaghatai, proud from how he fought. [/b][/i]