During the galaxy wide operation known as the Second Great Crusade, it was decided that the Chapter Masters, and by extension the loyalist Primarchs that had been found, would all convene on Terra in order to better coordinate with each other and the High Lords. And most of the time, that was exactly what happened. Currently however, Zakis Randi of the Knights Inductor, backed by Lias Issodon of the Raptors and Tu'Shan of the Salamanders, was currently having an extremely heated debate with Riesiges Arschloch of the Marines Malevolent. To his credit, he would still be winning even without the backup.

"And I don't suppose it ever crossed the mind of the Exterminatus-happy captain of your Battle Barge to even communicate their intent to commence bombardment?" Yelled Zakis. "They might have been able to escape the blast radius if you had bothered to change frequencies."

To his credit, Riesiges didn't flinch, much. "The threat of Chaos gaining access to the Webway was too great, we needed to act with speed. Surely your Master of Ordinance wouldn't take off..."

He was cut off by Zakis grabbing the collar of his armor and pulling him in so that they were face-to-face, "If you ever so much as suggest that Garven, or any of my Chapter, would fire upon one of their Brothers unless there were no other option, I will personally take you to the challenge ring, turn you into pulp, and give what's left of you to the Angry Marines," he said, barely keeping his rage in check.

Riesiges held Zakis' gaze for as long as he could, a whole 4.7 seconds, before averting his gaze. Lias decided to take over, if only to preserve the decree that no blood was to be shed in the council chamber. "If your Marines had bothered to keep up-to-date with the battlefield reports, you would have learned that they had managed to eliminate the entire Chaos host mere minutes before the order to fire was given, and without a single casualty I might add, making it completely unnecessary as well as borderline treason."

In an effort to avoid having to look at either of them, Riesiges' gaze turned upon Tu'Shan, and immediately learned one of the universe's great truths; the only thing scarier than an Astares Chapter Master looking upon you with righteous indignation in his eyes, was when said eyes are red and glowing like hot coals. Tu'Shan's two cents was a mere 5 words, but they somehow managed to be the most terrifying of them all. "Vulkan shall hear of this," was all he said before Zakis dropped Riesiges and they walked away, leaving the waste recyclers of Reisiges' Power Armor working overtime.

As Zakis took a few deep breaths to calm down, Lias couldn't help but whistle. "Forgive me if I'm wrong, but I thought your Gene Seed was altered so you wouldn't get the Angry Marines' rage?"

"What can I say," Zakis said as he manually instructed his armor to give him a small shot of tranquilizer, "everyone has their buttons."

"I cannot say I blame you," said Tu'Shan, "they're worse than Khornate Berzerkers if you ask me. I must admit though, I was expecting somewhat more, considering the brotherhood your Chapter shares."

"The only reason I didn't do more than I did was because Roland's last transmission indicated that they had managed to flee into the Webway," Zakis replied, "with luck, they're merely lost instead of dead."

"I'll drink to that," said Lias, "let's go find Logan, I hear he brought the good stuff."

Meanwhile on the outskirts of Canterlot, said Captain had reached the same conclusion of a certain Techmarine, and was currently enjoying the statue garden he had currently found himself in, as well as attempting to determine the culture of the planet that he, and hopefully the rest of his unit, had found themselves on. "Definitely a culture that reveres equines, wonder what the Space Wolves would be like if Leman Russ had landed here?" He muttered to himself. "The White Scars might enjoy visiting here as well, I must remember to bring it up the next time we deploy together."

His further musing was put on hold as he encountered something slightly unexpected, a small grayish-purple unicorn was looking at him, with a rather nervous looking expression. Before he could do anything however, it bolted. "Huh, must be a local variant, possibly its ancestors had some minor Chaos induced mutation on the colony ship?" He recalled that while some of the statues did possess the unicorn variant, some had wings, some neither, and a very small number had both. Before he could speculate on possibly meeting the other variants, he heard a voice speaking Low Gothic. "I don't know what you think you saw, but rest assured, their's no way that a monster could get this far into Canterlot undetected."

"What about Changelings?" replied the voice of a young girl.

"That's what the lanterns are for, so they can..." the voice trailed off as its owner and Roland laid eyes on each other. It was a white Unicorn, Roland silently congratulated himself on remembering the old term for that particular legendary creature, dressed in gold ceremonial-looking armor, with a spear floating in an aura that matched the one around his horn at his side. "Freeze!" the guard, for what else could it be, said as he extended his spear towards Roland.

Roland considered his options, while the guard's armor clearly indicated that this was a Feudal World in terms of tech-level, the clear use of psychic power was a potentially major wrinkle, especially given the fact the little one's lack of reaction meant it was probably as widespread as it was on pre-Heresy Prospero. Also, while the armor's form over function aesthetic clearly screamed 'ceremonial guard', the fact that he only hesitated for a few seconds spoke highly of his training. All of this was compounded by the fact that this was obviously a Xeno World, and cooperating with the locals was the only theoretical way to get back home. So, he did the only logical thing he could think of, he slowly raised his hands. As the guard psychically removed all of his equipment, even his bolt pistol, which he was hoping they wouldn't recognize as a weapon, but it looked like they were of the 'remove anything that might be a weapon' school of thought, the little filly looked up at the guard and said, "Told ya so." Roland chuckled a little, he couldn't help it, it was just too cute.

Tormen looked over his Predator Vaeris, with the camo netting removed, he could see the damage that it had received. The thick armor had protected the internals from the rough landing, and the kilometer long furrow into the ground could testify just how rough, but one of the treads had popped completely off, basically leaving it as a glorified turret until repairs could be made. His Mechanicus training may have been limited to operation and basic repairs, but he could tell its machine spirit was not happy. He turned to the radio officer, "Tell me you've got something?"

"Nothing," he replied, "I'm not even picking up civilian channels."

Tormen smacked his fist into a nearby tree, as much as he was worried about being outside of communication of the Imperium, he was more concerned about the lack of comms from the rest of the unit. Further griping was curtailed by the sound of growling from nearby. Turning to look, he saw a pack of wolves, that were made of wood. Sighing, he pulled out the pair of Bolt Pistols he'd grabbed from the Predator's locker, "One of Nurgle's experiments perhaps?"

"Too bad the Lumbermarines aren't here huh?" said the driver as he revved up a chainsword. A brief chuckle echoed through the crew before the beasts charged, the Knights Inductor proving that even their tank crews could do the Emperor's work on foot.

Fieri looked out at the city he and his squad had been dumped near. He silently thanked the Emperor that his squad had managed to stick together, and that they hadn't lost any of their gear. His concerns now consisted of getting information, and it looked like entering the city was a non-option. Since it appears that they had landed on a planet of equineesque xenos, just walking in wouldn't be a wise course of action. And given that said city was composed entirely of crystal, even if they were Silent Hand veterans they wouldn't last 5 minutes without being spotted. He was already feeling antsy due to the fact that their armor was painted with urban camo in an arctic environment.

The unit's Apothecary, Irae Sanitatem, walked up to him. "The boys are getting nervous, and I can't say I blame them. Any ideas on what the plan is?"

"We must know our surroundings before we can find our path," Fieri replied, "we need more intel. Any luck getting in contact with... anyone?"

Irae shook his head, "Nothing but background static."

Any further discussion was curtailed by a scream. Thoughts of stealth flew from the minds of every marine present as training kicked in, 'the safety of civilians is priority #1'. They ran towards the scream, to find a mare, badly wounded, surrounded by a pack of wolves whose pelts seemed made of ice. "Light 'em up!" yelled Fieri as most of the squad drew their riot shields and bolt pistols, forming a defensive perimeter around the mare. The remaining 2 pulled out flamers, and proceeded to douse the wolves in flame. It worked better than they expected, as their targets started melting instead of being set aflame. It only took a few seconds of dousing before the other wolves ran. Irae started tending to the wounded mare, luckily the wounds weren't deep enough for his complete lack of knowledge of her physiology to hinder him too much, but the color of the snow around her was concerning.

"What next sir?" inquired the marine to Fieri's left in the defensive ring.

Fieri spared a glance back at the mare, "Find parts to make a stretcher, as soon as Irae's finished, we're heading for the city."

Nigrum peaked out of his camo-cloak. As a Silent Hand veteran, his capacities for stealth and sniping were comparable to that of a Vindicare assassin, although it was primarily the former that he was making use of now. While most would consider remaining undetected in the middle of a crowded city populated by xenos of a vastly different size and body-type would be the work of nothing less than a true master, the fact that no one was actively looking for him made Nigrum feel like he was in the middle of a training exercise. In addition, he noticed several marks carved into the buildings that told him that while they hadn't landed in close proximity, his squad had all landed in the same city. After marking his orders for them to gather information before convening in a disused clock tower that night, he had set up shop on a rooftop overlooking a school. Before too long, the bell rang, heralding the mass exodus of the students. One such student caught his eye however, as he could tell that they were being hounded by bullies. Nigrum frowned to himself, even before joining the Knights Inductor, he hated bullies. While bullies weren't anything worth breaking cover over, recruiting a local was an acceptable method of gaining intelligence. Nigrum grinned, he loved playing Scary Marine.

Babs ran from the bullies that were chasing her. Ever since she had founded the local CMC branch, Pennyworth and his stooges had made the life of her and her friends a living Tartarus. Today however, it appeared that he wasn't in the mood to leave it at school. Attempting to lose him, she ducked into an alley, only to find it had no exit, and Pennyworth had followed her in. 'Da-da-da, I'm dead.'

"Come on Baby Babs, you missed your weekly swirly appointment," said Pennyworth.

Babs backed into the wall, trying to put off her soggy fate for as long as she could. However, a deep voice suddenly pulled the attention of both of them.

"I believe you should stop doing that," it said.

Babs and Pennyworth both looked around for the source of the voice. "Who's joking around?" yelled Pennyworth.

"Didn't your mother tell you what happens to those who've been bad?" the voice said as a pair of glowing green eyes snapped into existence in a nearby shadow, causing both of the foals to fix their gaze on them. The eyes were soon joined by a massive figure in a mottled grey cloak that stepped out of the shadow.

"N-n-n-no way," stammered Pennyworth, "Grogar's just a myth."

"Do I look like a myth to you?" the figure said before placing its monstrous face directly in Pennyworth's. "Boo."

Pennyworth screamed and ran off as if his tail were on fire. Babs just closed her eyes and put her hooves over her head, remembering the little incident when she was in Ponyville. However, she soon risked a peak as, not only had the swift retribution she expected hadn't come, but she heard a sound she hadn't expected: gut-busting laughter.

The figure she was terrified of not 10 seconds ago was, while still admittedly still kinda intimidating, nowhere near that scary anymore. The cloak had parted to show that it concealed not a formless ball of shadow, but an armored figure of a similar body-type to a Minotaur. The scary face turned out to be a helmet, with what she thought were teeth looking more like an air mask. Of course the fact that it was holding his gut and trying to make sure it didn't fall off from laughing too hard also helped. In fact, the laugh was so contagious that she couldn't help chuckling a little herself.

"Feeling better are we?" Babs looked up to see the figure looking at her, trying to stifle the last of his laughter. "Sorry if I scared you, I hate bullies."

"I don't suppose you could come to class tomorrow?" Babs asked hopefully.

"And scare everyone? Probably not the best idea," the figure said. "I'm Nigrum."

"Babs."

Inanus scowled. There weren't many things that made him mad. Being captured while he was unconscious was, while embarrassing, surprisingly not one of them. Having his limbs restrained and being hung upside down? Annoying, but not rage-inducing. Being forced to listen to the monologue of a wannabe tyrant? Yes, that made him mad.

"Soon, I will penetrate the barriers around your mind, and you will be mine." Queen Chrysalis, as she had said her name at least 5 times by now, had been talking non-stop for the past 15 minutes. She was lucky he wasn't an Angry Marine, they use something similar to this as an Exterminatus-grade weapon. "Your defenses are admittedly the best I've ever encountered, but rest assured, you shall be mine soon enough. You shall help me to rule Equestria, and drain it for all the love my children and I can feed upon." Yeah... no, Inanus wasn't in the mood to become the pawn of a Slannesh-worshiper wannabe, Noise Marines gave him a headache. Besides, using mind control on a Blank? The only reason that he hadn't used his anti-psychic aura to fry her was the fact that his Null-Amp was stuck on suppress mode. Unfortunately there wasn't much chance of trying to trick her into flipping the toggle, as part of his bonds were covering it. After a while, she finally got tired of talking and left. Inanus examined his bonds, they were durable yes, but it was their elasticity that made escape all but impossible. All he had was his emergency beacon, and the knowledge that a Knight Inductor never abandons one of their brothers. For now though, a quick nap, and dreams of taking this 'Queen' to the authorities of this Equestria would be quite pleasant indeed.

Author's Note

Any of you who are familiar with the Marine Malevolent's lore and speak German(or have access to Google Translate), feel free to share why I chose that particular name for their Chapter Master. BTW, I'm not making that stuff about the Angry Marine-Bomb up, that was someone else's crazy idea.
https://1d4chan.org/wiki/Angry_Marine-Bomb