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"This is Cadia, you silly fool! Cadia! Right on the doorway of Chaos! Right in the heart of everything! The seepage of evil is so great, I have a hundred active cults to subdue every month! This place breeds recidivists like a pond breeds scum. This is Cadia! This is the Gate of the Eye! This is where the bloody work of the Inquisition is done!" INQUISITOR-GENERAL NEVE

Introduction

Deep within the Milkyway galaxy, it is the fourty-first Millennium, countless suffering of unimaginable proportions spread across the stars of the galaxy, on a hundred world, on thousands of battlefields, millions of men and women fought, bled, and died for the two-headed eagle. Many of those men and women, were born into a galaxy of war, molded by it, embraced it, and were made all the more lethal by it.

This was the stand of the millennia, a war unlike any for the tremendous force of the holy Imperium of man, humanity, and all life of the galaxy against the forces of Chaos, working to achieve one goal only, to have the eye of terror expand. As it grew at an alarming rate, and for a moment, it pulsed. The heretical Warmaster of the Chaos corrupted once holy Adeptus Astartes space marine. Abaddon The Disposaler led his destructive 13th black crusade of the black legion, assisted by followers and worshipers of the four Chaos gods and their demons standing aboard his flagship, 'The Vengeful Spirit.' The chaos black legion soldiers successors of one of the sons of the emperor himself, The Sons of Horus's, the Lunar wolves, but something prohibited him from pressing his campaign further, not any fleet nor armada. But a planet, a fortress world, to be exact.

A world that was prepared and ready for war, a world that held Abaddon and his black crusades twelve times, for ten thousand years, and it has held that line till now. This fortress world was Cadia Prime, Abaddon now desiring for the destruction of Cadia, he stands looming over the gates of the fortress world from his flagship over orbit of the planet to see the planetary necronian pylons shoots to the heart of the eye of terror. But this story isn't about our antagonist Abaddon or his forces of Chaos, or the sacred space marine chapters of the Imperial Fists of Rogal Dorn, the Space Wolves of Leman Russ, Black Templars successors of the Imperial Fists or any space marine chapter, or the Adeptus Mechanicus of holy Mars, or the sacred holy order of the Inquisition, or the Sisters of Battle of the Adeptus Sororitas. We focus on the Astra Militarum, the great imperial guard of trillions of humans, men, and women from billions of worlds that form the great Imperium, the true backbone of humanity, the first of the frontlines in all wars across the galaxy.

One stood against all the others around him. He was a son of Cadia, destined to die on the battlefield. Another face, another statistic to be used in the slaughter by uncaring Generals and officers, a planetwide war that loss millions to billions of souls but regain ten more to take the fallens place. A great fortress world that had fought against the eye of terror and against the forces of Chaos, both heretical, traitor, and daemon. Holding the line that was soon coming to a horrific demise. The Cadian guardsmen put into defending the planet and died defending Cadia Prime.

A task only the Cadian Guardsmen of Cadia, were fit to do.

Like the rest of his regiment, he was deployed onto the planet with only one goal in his mind. Hold the line, or die trying. And die they did, trying their damned best to complete their objective. After continuous painstaking pushbacks, Cadia inched towards victory, paying in their blood for every minuscule kilometer gained.

Today we have our eyes set on this one imperial guardsman, one "True born" son of the fortress world of Cadia Prime, a Cadian Kasrkin veteran, standing entrenched in front of one of Cadia's many fortresses. Aiming down the built-in sites of his Hellgun Lucius Pattern hotshot Lasgun, shotting out bursts of las shot energy beams along with the firing line beside him, with his battle companions barely surviving the shots fired back being either las, plasma, bolter, explosive or artillery. He stood leaning against the trench wall, firing at all that was charging the line, not even counting friendly fire, firing at the chaos traitors and heretics that dare set foot on his world, his home, and now they wish to destroy it.

The battle was a gruesome defense. A defense stood for over ten thousand years when the situation went from bad to worse. Chaos has arrived in full force. Fighting continued regardless, but the situation only took a downward spiral for the worst when their position was suddenly full of chaos space marines and demons of Khonre. The traitor astartes had dropped in from orbital drop pods, and the fighting was fierce. Thousands died with the ground awash with blood rivers, uncaring whether it was imperial or traitors blood. The first line of trenches was hopelessly overwhelmed, and the imperials were butchered.

"DIE FILTHY TRAITOROUS SCUM! MAY YOU ROT BACK TO THE FUCK HOLE YOU AND YOUR DEMONS CAME FROM, AS THE CURSED HERETICAL TRAITORS YOU ALL ARE!" A guardsman screamed out near the Kasrkins position, firing at the Khorne demons of the black crusade, only to be sliced in a horrific sight by one swing, his body split into two, separating his torso from his legs and blood gushing out like a bloodied fountain and his corpse burnt to singes. To think that humans, ordinary mortal men and women, even the holy space marine fall into the temptation of chaos forces to destroy humanity to set the galaxy burning in flames.

In the second line of defense, the Cadain Kasrkin watched the advancing wave of traitor legion armies stoically, carefully aiming with his platoon and opening fire. He has been fighting for only twenty of the ten millennia of war that has taken place, and he was eager to make this his last moments of life, with only the thought infuriated him with his home, the world he was born in, to face and fall to such an enemy. Now he stands with trillions of other mortal humans like him, all fighting to survive and keep the gate closed from the eye of terror.

Their opening artillery bombardment annihilated the first wave. The next bombardment pulverized the second wave. Before the traitors reached the trenches, the third wave was barely gunned down. Soon the fourth wave entered into fierce melee with traitor and imperial forces fighting tooth and nail in the mud and blood. They were hopelessly overwhelmed by the fourth wave, but they kept fighting on regardless. There will be no surrender. No retreat. This is Cadia Prime, the gate right on the mouth of the eye of terror and they will die to defend it or choke it with their dead.

A loud explosion came to the ears of all, causing the ground to shake tremendously, followed by the sounds of a powerful energy beam that were seen off on the horizon, seeing the green energy beam shoot up into the dark black atmosphere covered by the rain of chaos space marine drop pods. The smoke of fires and the imperial naval ships casting shadows in the skies, holding just outside the planet in the void of space, fighting against the chaos vessels as he fights on the ground, in the very world against man's enemies. The beam combined with other identical beams, almost forming a cone-like shape, before the combined beams shot straight to the eye of terror as one enormous collective shot.

He watched in awe but was quickly pulled back to the front, continuing to lay fire with every energy shot after shot, quickly letting his Hellgun cool as the barrel glowed a dim red for a short moment, then went repeated laying down blazing energy fire on the charging demons and firing traitors. Concentrating on vital points of his enemies, blowing off limbs from arms, legs, or head-shotting for a quicker death on the enemy, even turning his Hellgun to max charge and automatic for every shot. Knowing this will drain him of his heavy powerpack. Still, his mind was focused on the enemy that dared charge him, the gate to the Imperium and his fellow soldiers, following the will of their dark, chaotic gods.

This continued for two hours with artillery support and anti-weapons firing bolt shots filling the skies, Valkyries and gun ships fighting in ariel dog fights, drop pods raining down from the clouds, and transport ships exploded in blazing death crashing down around the Cadian. But he continues to lay down what would be called an excessive amount of suppressing fire, and the result looked to be finding that Cadia, was pushing back the heretics, demons, and traitors. The green energy beams that shot from the Cadian Pylons and into the eye of terror seemed to be doing something against the chaos forces, seeing their demons were dying quicker and efficiently; his commanding officer ordered an all out push assault against the traitors and heretics forces seeing that their primary support of demons was dying off fast, then he heard the words that could almost sound like music to his ears from his commissar's rough raspy voice;

"GUARDSMEN! FIX BAYONETS, FIX BAYONETS! CADIA HAS HELD THIS LINE, AND WE SHALL CONTINUE TO HOLD THIS LINE; NEVER HAVE THESE FIENDS DARE SET FOOT PASSED US! NEVER HAVE THEY DARE BREACHED THROUGH THESE VERY GATES! WE WILL CHARGE MAN! FOR TODAY; WE ARE MORE THAN MEN AND WOMEN, FAR FROM HIS HOLY STAR ON TERRA! TODAY, WE ARE DEFENDERS OF HUMANITY! TODAY, WE ARE HEROS OF THE IMPERIUM! TODAY WE. ARE. CADIA!" In the last sentence the commissar spoke. The Cadian quickly reached down to his trench knife sheath, pulling out the long blood-smeared blade, and gripped both the handle of his trench knife and Hellguns barrel, knowing that it is weak but more powerful than other lasguns against all types of foes that aren't human. He has faith in not only the great emperor of humanity bounded near death on the golden throne of holy terra, but in his weapons machine spirt and himself, watching all the other guardsmen mount their bayonets with smiles of vengeance and boosted morale, shared the same thoughts as they all looked to the commissar to pull out a small whistle and revving the engine of his chain sword.

The sounds of his chainswords engine roared as he held it up over his head, and blew on the whistle; with the first three seconds of the whistle charm, The Kasrkin Cadian, with all his other guardsmen, let out their war cries and roars, climbing the latter's of trenches and now charged following behind their commissar at the weakening chaos forces. They all aimed and fired with energy shots overhead, artillery explosions, light fighters dropping bombs over them, and drop pods shattered giant areas of Chaos and even a few of the demons. With the support of the holy space marine chapters, the sisters of battle, and the great machanicus, the Cadian felt a smile creep on his face, a smile of pride and honor that his faith was seen around him, all the great loyalists around him.

Whether it was genetically modified super soldiers of the holy space marine chapters, the sisters of battle vanquishing demons in blazing holy fire by heavy flamers and faith, the sounds of tanks roaring engine, artillery musical beats of bombardment, and the proud cries of all finally pushing back the chaos forces. This was it, what meant to serve humanity; he felt joyful pride. He smiled warmly under his caraoace helmet at his service and was soon to be nominated as a hero of humanity, firing every two hundred shots of his hellgun, firing every shot near depleting his powerpack with his Hellgun's barrel glowing a hot orange glow. He lowered his Hellgun, quickly adjusting to using his trench knife to charge up against a traitor soldier. The traitor screamed a giggling cry at him, gripping a scrap spiked ax as he rushed straight to the Kasrkin Cadian, but only to have his knife thrusting into the traitor's chest, puncturing through his ribs and lung.

"STUPID IMPERIAL DOGS! FOLLOWING A CORPSE GOD! YOUR BLOOD WILL BE MINE AND YOUR SKULL FOR KHORNE'S THRONE!" The traitor screamed out before laughing like an insane mad man as he gripped onto the Cadians arm, raising his scraped ax and swinging it down, striking the Cadians Kasrkin's right shoulder plate, denting his armor in but not puncturing through it.

The Cadian twisted his knife downward, elbowing the traitor's face with quick reflexes, making the traitor lose grip on his arm before slashed it out of his chest, slicing down the traitor's torso, cutting his stomach open, and making his intestines poured out forcing the traitor to grip what little of it his intestines that hadn't poured out. Only to then have the Kasrkin Cadian thrust the blade of his knife straight into the neck of the traitor. Hearing him gurgle as blood fills his throat and pours out of it, combined with him lunging forward, forcing the traitor soldier to fall on his back to the ground and the Cadian to land on top of the traitors body making the blade pierce through the traitor's neck dying quickly. The Cadian quickly pulls back his knife pushing himself on his feet and charges the next traitor, only for him to be confronted by a black legion chaos space marine, grabbing him by the neck to choke him, raising up in the air in his tight grip.

The Kasrkin Cadian dropped his Hellgun, causing the chaotic marine to slice the power cable breaking off the Hellgun from its powerpack and crushing it under his hardened metallic ceramite boot, Breacking it and laughing a terrifying devilish laugh. He watches the weak mortal thrash his legs to kick the Chaos space marine's arm as he uses both hands to grip his giant gauntlet hand that was locked around his neck, trying to pry the chaos marines grip open, only getting him no results for his attempts.

"Pathetic sack of meat serving a corpse god only to die in a battle such as this, you do not deserve to be labeled as a hero, only just a meat shield for a humanity that has abandoned you, to die for their pathetic plays. You mean nothing and will be nothing as I shall only laugh at your dea-"

The black legion chaos space marine was cut off by taking three shots of bolter rounds to his chest plate, looking to see it was by a sister of battle aiming her heavy bolter as she snarls, glaring at the chaos space marine that held the Cadian before him, using his power-sword to slice off the Kasrkin's left leg, cutting it off from his left thigh. He screams in agonizing pain before the chaos space marine takes the shot of the sister of battles bolter fire. Making him stop as she screamed out at him.

"Your fight is mine and mine alone, traitorous heretic abomination of chaos!" The black legion throw the Cadian behind him into a trench, landing in a pool of mud and blood coating his khaki uniform and olive green Kasrkin armor. He groaned in pain and exhaustion; he slowly lifted himself, sitting with his back leaning on the trench wall to look around seeing corpses of dead traitors and imperial soldiers, all stacked up or hanging by the edges around him in the trench. He faintly looked up above him, seeing the eye of terror was getting smaller than the last he saw it with the green energy beams continuing to law fire on it. The sounds of screaming laughter overhead as he looked up and saw a large dark shadow coming down, believing it to be some debris from navel space vessels.

The Cadian looked down at his missing cut off limb; he always wondered what the pain of a power-blade weapon would feel like, but now that he had, he wished he never thought of such questions. Pushing himself up to sit on the trenches firing step, wiping the bloodied the mud off his Amputated leg, and gripped around his thigh to close and stop the excessive blood loss, letting out loud groaning grunts of pain; he reached out to grab the sleeve of a dead guardsman's corpse, and with silently saying "I'm sorry." under his helmets respirator.

Ripping off the sleeve from their khaki uniform and tearing it a bit open enough, making a makeshift bandage which he used to tie around his thigh, wrapping it around to cover over his amputation, bandaging it seeing it bleeds profusely still, his ears catch the sounds of screams of fear and the traitor's laughter growing wilder and louder.

"THE LOYAL DOGS ARE RUNNING! DEATH TO THEM ALL! LET NONE SURVIVE!" The Cadian looked overhead through the orange cracked visor of his helmet from his entrenchment and caught the sight of something that made his heart almost stop out of pure horror and fear, in the atmosphere of Cadia and coming down to the planet's surface, really, really fast.

A giant black stone fortress, or the remains of one from orbit was seem being pushed by six maybe seven of chaos vessels, their ships engines were set to max burning blast, pushing the remains of the broken fortress down to Cadia, and all he could hear that surrounding him overhead was just the screaming maniacal laughter of heretics and traitors. Saying the names of their dark gods and perform their brutal quick rituals in attempts to being more than mortal, ascending to a higher being of power, out of all the things, the Cadian lies in the trench, gripping his amputated leg, and leans back to watch the falling black stone fortress descends to hit the planet just past the horizon; for a moment, He closes his eyes, knowing that even though he was just a human, a weak man thrown to fight godlike beings in an eternal war, given only weapons as vital as being blinded by a flashlight and armor as fragile as paper. He slowly takes a deep breath in and clasping both of his blood and mud-stained gloved hands together as he makes his final prayer.

"My armor is contempt." He spoke softly to himself, the sounds of hissing and roars were heard by demons seeing the Cadian praying, he heard them coming closer to him. "My shield is disgust, My sword is hatred."

He moved his hands, unclasping them. Reached behind him, grabbing and gripping something tightly into his utility belt rested under his broken powerback. "In the emperor's name..."

He says out to the demons, pulling out a plasma grenade he remembers stealing from a rogue trader and holding it tightly to his chest, snapping his eyes open and staring at the red disgusting snarling demon's faces. Off on the horizon seeing the remains of the black stone fortress come crashing into the planet's surface, the crust exploded, causing a large cloud wave to form and slowly spread, throwing rocks, debris, and then even the planet's magma spewed out with the cloud.

The bastards really did it. They destroyed the world, and Cadia Prime lost.

The Cadian hoped that the planetary evacuation was successful; he probably assumed that many like him didn't make it to the evac ships and held his stare, snarling at the demons that surrounded him, ready to kill him and preform whatever horrors he could think off to his corpse. He moved his right hand to unclip his respirator and helmet, taking it off his head, and letting his brown chestnut color mohawk and tan-ish dirty tone skin breath the hot air that slowly came, and his left hand cradling the plasma grenade close to his chest, staring with his glowing purple eyes lock with the demons.

"Let none... survive..."

He finishes his prayer quoting the Cadian Creed and pulls the pin of the plasma grenade as a loud beeping sound is heard, growing louder and louder by seconds; he smiles a proudful smile on his face and chuckles at the demons that charge him. Only to be blinded by a bright flaming blast of light with extreme heat overlapping his face and hands. The Kasrkin Cadian assumes it is finished. He served the emperor's will and humanity and died a hero for Cadia and for the Imperium.

For in the great far grimdark future of the Forty-first Millennium, there is nothing but only, war.

Accessing Identification data...

ID Name: Thorn "Mad Dog" Grey.
ID number: IG - 604 209 - 020 - 807 Guardsman.
Occupation: Cadian Kasrkin Veteran Sergeant Major of the eighth Cadian Regiment of Imperial Guard. AKA "Lord Castellen's Own."
Current Status: Deceased [KIA] of planetary ground defense of Cadia Prime against the 13th black crusade.

Emperor Protects.

Mission Status: Total Failure.

Casualties Report: Tens of billions dead or fallen yo corruption, including almost all of the 850 million people of Cadia Prime.

Battle Report: After the evacuation of an estimated 3 million citizens, planetary political advisors, artifacts and guardsmen officers, and the Remaining soldiers of Cadia Prime, the traitor black legion of Abaddon success in ramming the remains of the black stone fortress "The will of Eternity." to Cadia's surface, causing planetary destruction and the fortress world to fall with the eye of terror expanding ten folds, due to the destruction of the Cadian Pylons and the Eye of terror to form the now "Great Rift" to split the entire milkyway galaxy into two, With-

[System malfunction]

Recalculating...

ERROR. ERROR. ERROR.

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Rebooting...

ID Name: Thorn "Mad Dog" Grey.
ID number: IG - 604 209 - 020 - 807 Guardsmen.
Occupation: Cadian Kasrkin Veteran Sergeant Major of the eighth Cadian Regiment of Imperial Guard. AKA "Lord Castellen's Own."
Current Status: Stabilized unconscious dazed slumber in the EverFree Forest of the two sisters castle ruins of Equestria of [##system name here##]. Awaiting command and further instructions...

"What is the strongest weapon of mankind? The God machines of the Adeptus Machanicus? No! The astertes? No! The tanks? The lasguns? The fist? Not at all! Courage and courage alone stands above them all!" - Lord Commander Solar Macharius

Author's Note

It ain't a Warhammer story if you don't have both chapter one/ introduction being a straight up planetary war and the protagonist almost dying.

Even if its a restart, I tend to keep my promises and hopefully not make any mistakes... This time...

Notice

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