Somewhere within the Milkyway universe of imperial space, an Inquisitorial Strike Cruiser-class vessel orbiting the remains of a planet housing once traitorous population. But no longer, with the after-effects of an ion beam shooting straight into the planet's crust down to the very core, cracking the once traitor world to suffer the fate of a world that once belonged to man and the emperor. Now within clutches of chaos. 'Signing the death warrant of billions of loyalists' and traitors' lives, calling in the order of exterminatus, and destroying the whole world by core cracking the planet to now a floating mass of rock in the void of space.

"This should be the last remains of the traitors spread from the eye of terror during the thirteenth black crusade. Arch-Megos, bring the battle report and casualty of the battle on Cadia Prime." A woman in black decorated armor underneath a dark red trench coat with her red hair tied to a bun said clearly through a human skull gasmask Stamped with a large I on the centerpiece of the mask's head.

Lady inquisitor, the report is at your disposal and reads as follows. Casualties Report: estimates of eight hundred forty-seven million dead or fallen into the corruption of the battle of Cadia Prime. Including the majority battalions of all Cadian regiments and The Lord Castellan Ursarkar E. Creed. Emperor protects.

Battle Report: After the evacuation of an estimated 3 million citizens, planetary political advisors, artifacts and guardsmen officers, and the Remaining regiment guardsmen of Cadia Prime, the traitors of the black legion under the command of the war master, "Abaddon the disposaler," succeed 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. Emperor protects.

"Show me all regiments that have fallen on Cadia. Not a single one must be hidden, and if it is, use my code to override it." The lady Inquisitor's demand on the large screen shows regiment after regiment symbols with the brand "K.I.A." under the names of each regiment except for one that caught her attention reading "M.I.A." Underneath not a unit company named "X.X.Th Cadian Giggle Dogz." with its standard bearing head of a dog smiling in a spiked collar over the crossing chains.

"Show me this missing penal company."

My Lady, the only remanence of this company is a single guardsman, opening file now: Guardsmen Identification guard number: 604 209 - 020 - 807. Subject alias, Thorn "Mad Dog" Grey. The information of this guardsman is Redacted and locked under executive order by inquisitional decree. Requiring Inquisitional lord code to unlocking information."

"Inquisitor Lord code: 35489910." She blurted out lord as the Magos typed away on the terminal and the blacked-out information was revealed.

"Code accepted: file of Thorn Cain Grey, male, height five feet and six inches; one hundred sixty seven point sixty four centimeters, weight one hundred and thirty six pounds, sixty one point six Kilos. background information, true born son of Captain Grarn Cain Grey. Sibling to decease brother Viper Abel Grey, mother, Captain Suki van Abel Nova, deceased by reports of stress upon birth of the sons. Records show Captain Grarn disowning Thorn Cain Grey for treason against the emperor and crimes against the guard, the murdering of his sibling Viper Abel Grey and is currently in penal service for his sentence."

"what penal system is he sentence too and what of is crimes?" The inquisitor ordered as the Megos looked more within the file displaying it onto a large screen for both the inquisitor and naval officers to see.

"Crimes Listed as following: second-degree Mass Murder of company soldiers, disobeying a commanding officers orders, assaulting a commanding officer on duty, third-degree murder of a commanding officer on duty, disorderly conduct, illegal war-gear theft, possession of illegal contraband war-gear, contacting unaffiliated members of the guard not affiliated within the imperial guard contacts, illegal black market trading with other soldiers within the imperial guard on duty, crafting of unregistered war-gear, crafting of unregistered explosives, use of unregistered war-gears and explosives unpurified by order of holy mechanicus or inquisition, illegal gambling within the the guard on duty, harassment of citizens, accused assault of citizens, false proven accusations of assault, third-degree murder of an imperial citizen, second-degree manslaughter of imperial citizens, inaccurate reports of battle reports, inaccurate duty reports documented reports, false identification information, attempting on false identification guard number, bribery on Adeptus arbities arbitrators, assaulting arbitrators regiments, assaulting adeptus arbities officers and regiment, reckless evading, third-degree murder of both soldiers and officers of other guard regiments, extreme negligence." All eyes of naval officers and naval operators staff were on the screen of the crimes listed by one soldier as the Magos continued to read out more crimes off the list, with the only questions in all officers and even the Inquisitor's mind.

‘Just who in the emperor's name is this man, and why hasn't he been killed?’

“Attempted assault against a member of the holy inquisition, disobeying orders of a holy inquisitor, attempted first-degree murder against a member of the holy Inquisition. Partaking in acts of a heretical cult against the emperor of man, suspected of cult activities, third and second-degree murder within prison sentence of sixty-seven percent of the prison population, destruction of property, destruction of private property, vandalism, and loitering.” Finishing reading with all eyes looking at the picture of Thorn Cain Grey with expressions of pure confusion, concern, and disgust. How could a man, let alone a loyalist from the gate of the imperium, fall and commit crimes that level out to being pure ludicrous and making the author pull shit from his ass cause he got lazy on this part.

“This guardsmans sentence date estimated at one thousand seven hundred ninety-five years of penal service till death or deemed worth the execution by inquisitional orders.”

"By the emperor's golden throne, if such a soldier exists, I'm surprised he hasn't been shot just from knowing about him." A naval officer said aloud, causing a few officers to chuckle before quickly silence by a looming commissar lord behind them.

"Due to his status titles of kasrkin, Cadian true-born, and high praise from multiple captain, officers and even of The Lord Castellan word; all death penalty charges and requests were abolished. Henceforth, his indoctrination into the first and last penal company of Cadia Prime during the 13th black crusade. The report shows him MIA and his vitals being alive even though the explosive device failed to activate, estimates made for his desertion and release of his explosive collar. What are your orders for this guardsman, my lady?"

“Bring him to me, alive; by his grace, if Such a guardsman not only believes his missing desertion can free him. But if under the work of heresy, then we will have to capture and interrogate him on how he managed to not only survive the battle of Cadia but desert from the lines.” The officers and Magos nodded and prepared the cruiser starship galler fields and shields for warp gate jumping as the lady inquisitor is left to her thoughts, looking at the screen of a mugshot picture of Grey smiling with a thumbs up in view.

‘Emperor, be my witness. I could only think of what inhumane thoughts this soldier could be, let alone commit.’

Grey is unaware of his surroundings and only smiles at the thought of nothing in his head but a creature he'd seen in this world, an animal of black and white fur and with horns called a “cow," dancing to a song that looped in his head like an old musical tape as he mumbled the lyrics in his mind in the tongue of Valhalla.

'The only thing inside my head, is five grams of ram charge. Shooting all alone. Racking up my kill streak….'

Beside him stood Celestia, Luna, the earthpony knights' general, the commander of the pegasi and unicorn grand mage of the pony forces flying in golden chariots through the air with Celestia's personal royal guards pulling the chariots and flying beside them with four other chariots following, each with both unicorns and earthponys on them. They fly overhead, the warp storm and the battlefield as al looks over, watching the carnage with Grey snaps back to reality after feeling the gaze of all the ponies only to respond with his menacing smile and shaking his head.

"We need to get down there and help them damn grunts from drowning in their piss!"

"And how do we do that, even with magic to block the attacks from hitting us? Their damn beasts and the storm would kill us before we could get close to the ground!" The grand mage of the unicorns screamed out as all looked up at Grey's smiling and growing menacingly.

"Then we fall in!" He said as all voices, even Celestia and Luna, screamed simultaneously, "What!"

The earthpony generals growl, stand up on his hind hooves, and press down on Grey, almost pushing him off the chariot before Grey could flinch from grabbing his last pistol. "I've had it with you thinking you could rule over us by killing and forcing us to obey you just cause the princess favors you!"

"General, stand down now!" Luna screamed out with her horn glowing, and her wings stretched, snarling at him.

"We should've finished you off when you brought this war to our lands, you bastard alien hairless monkey freak!" The earthpony general finishes barking at Grey, pressed near the edge of the chariot, with only him laughing before holdup up his hand's finger and gently boop the general's muzzle confusing him and all around him, only laughing.

"One, they are not like me! Secondly, I do not care for you or all you ponies, let alone ruling over you all! Thirdly, I'm the only damn hope you got to stop these shitbags, and the only way to do that is by following my example!"

"And what example would that be before I push you off to die head first into your mess!"

Grey said, pulling out his laspistol from his holster and holding it between him and the earthpony general face, aiming it at the chariot link to two of Celestia's pegasi guards pulling the chariot.

"Simple! If you want me to fall, then you'll fall with me!"

He screams out as all three leaders and princesses' expressions turn from worry to panic, gripping the chariots railing as he fires a shot breaking the link and leaving Celestia, Luna, and the Pegasus commander to flap their wings and watch. Both the earthpony general unicorn grand mage scream falling, except for Grey screaming happily and waving his laspistol in hand as they fall into the storm's clouds with a faint 'Yeehaw!' Fades away with the chariot.

"Grey!" Celestia and Luna tried to dive after them, but the pegasi commander stopped both in their tracks. "Princess, the winds are too strong, and the storm has grown wild even to have the pegasi weather team unable to control it; even with light resist armor and wind gear, this storm is nothing like we have ever seen."

"Then get us in their post hast!" Luna came up with all three of them quickly, getting on a mother nearby chariot.

"We can see the closest we can get is where our troops are currently posted on the enemy's front lines, but even that will pull more risks to your safety!"

"We do not care if the enemy wishes to take over this land. Then let them try if they could beat the magic of an alicorn!"

"Second Lieutenant Shining armor, enemy Reinforcements have emerged, stacking onto their lines!" An earthpony knight screamed out to a Shining armor with other unicorn mages casting spells over a dug-out line that flew over and landed on the cultists returning fire with beams of light or thundering shots of fire meters away.

Both sides had held their positions for nearly two days, and the enemies from the storm were pushing; with each more reinforcement, they pushed, climbing from holes and trench lines they made to charge and attack the ponies, unicorn mages casting their artillery spells to rain down. With the earthpony knights line holding them off, they would soon fall to enemy fire, overwhelming numbers, plague, and diseases, or retreat from their formations with most of the pegasi thunder strikers battling the storm and the aerial beasts in the skies. Support was limited, the morale of the knights was staggering lower each second, and the mages were near passing out from mana burn.

"Keep formation and hold your ground we can not let these monsters through or all is lost! For us and Equestira!"

With their numbers dwindling by the enemy's numbers, morale plummeting to soldiers breaking formation and deserting, the end was coming. All seemed lost till the sounds of a blast shooting a deserter running away from the frontline as shining armor the chariots with Celestia's personal guards as reinforcement knights, pegasi, and mages, with the pegasi commander and both princesses in their royal armor, stand as shining armor bowed to them.

"Second Lieutenant Shining armor, we come to aid with support from your grand mage and the earthpony knights, along with the commander of the pegasi thrunderstikers. However, due to... the storm's wrath, they have been trapped inside that storm with an allied alien by the name of Grey, who will take command once we find him and your leaders."

Shining Armor looked up at her confused but nodded, obeying princess Celestia's command and following her as she walked towards the line with Luna by her side and her personal guards behind them.

"Earthpony knights, unicron mages, and pegasi thunder strikers!" she let out with her wings outstretched and luna mimicking her move.

"Your rulers have come to aid you in battle with the powers of the alicorns; we come to show you that we are one with you in defending Equestria; let us defend our home and finally defeat this threat once and for all, as one and as Equestria!" Celestial let out with the soldiers and mages roaring out.

Luna came up a few steps before her sister and looked down at the soldiers screaming in her Cantorlot voice.

"Ponies of the guard hear us, who does thou serve: Equestria or the crowns! There is only but one answer to this! To guard your princesses is your duty! That being said, in this battlefield where we must fight! Charge!"

Lune formed a large magic shield supported by the unicorn mages and Celestia's horn glowing to charge a spell before launching it in the air. Before it exploded and rained down, smaller shots that exploded on impact landed on the Traitor guardsmen's trench line as dirt and rocks flew over their heads with few getting hit by the explosions.

'She's always better at those war speeches, I can't blame my own sister.' Celestial thought to herself as another unicorn mages joined her in casting their spells, raining down both powers of magic against the demonic beings and the soldiers, blasting them away from the blasts to cover Luna's frontal charge.

Falling from such a height, both Unicorn grand mage and earthpony general held onto whatever grip they could have on the free-falling chariot. Both were in a panic, except one individual smiling and laughing all the way; the human shot them down to enter free fall through the dark purple clouds. Faces of monsters and horrors appeared as if chasing them in their fall; the human continued to laugh, aiming his laspistol out at the clouded beasts and shooting them. He had no signs of damage but still held his smile, continued laughing, and looked straight at the grand mage and knights general.

"Witness me xenos! Witness what it means to be a servant of the emperor! Witness me as I am his hammer, sword, and shield of humanity! Witness the life of a guardsman! Witness me!" He screams over the terrified screams of the two ponies before the chariot crashes down onto the remains of a home, launching both the mage and general out of view, and leaving Grey stuck in the broken chariot over the rubble of a house burnt to ashes.

"Not my most perfect landing... But drill instructor Jane Doe of the screaming eagles would have been proud." He said, groaning in pain, crawling out of the chariot, and what was once a standing home burnt now only collapsed burnt rubble, ash, and wood.

He slowly got to his feet and felt sick with each breath he took and the faint voice of the warp whispering within his mind that came with a sharp headache. He hears the voices of the dark gods, demons tempting him to join, hearing their dark songs and offers of becoming servants to gain power, eternity, and whatever his heart desires. Their voices drew his very soul as if the warp was watching him, embracing his entrance and love of war; he couldn't take it anymore, snarling and frothing like a rabid dog, quickly grabbing one of his trench bayonet knives. He holds the blade to his right ear and begins to saw it off, growling and whining at the pain to silence his mind from the dark temptations of the warp, the dark powers, and chaos.

Then silence came; he slowly calmed his mind and thoughts, embracing the quiet but not how he intended. He couldn't hear anything, not the winds of the storm, the crackling lightning, or the sounds of his boot stomping on the ground. Nothing but silence as he looked down at his hands; on his left was a blooded trench knife held and on his right, was a his severed ear. Dropping his ear to the ground, he shakily raised his hand to where his ear was and snapped his fingers, but there was nothing, not a sound but silence, a silence that he could hear, only his heart beating in his chest and the blood in his body flowing—a silence of madness.

He fell onto his knee, clasping both hands with his blooded knife between them, and began to recite a prayer to himself quickly. He couldn't hear it, his or the voices of the warp nor the demons, but he felt their gaze, their touch on his very being, or his own voice but as only muffing mumble, but he needed the blessing; he needed to resist the voices of the dark, to resist chaos as much as he can.

'It, it wasn't me... This is the work of chaos, my lord, please. I beg you to give me a sign of what I must do; how much more bodies must I slaughter for you to see the wrong and guide me on the path of my rightful place as a guardsman?'

He looked around at the warp storm for a sign of the emperor's light wanting to redeem his crimes, his sins, and what he had done. Till he saw it, a chainsword wedged stuck in a pile of rotting carcasses. A counted three traitor guardsmen and three cultist slaves butchering the bodies of ponies and separating their limbs in different piles of filth, with many more limbs piling up like hills. Sheathing his trench knife back to his boot, this was it; his sign to take the power of the chainsword and rip apart the enemies of man and this world; this was the sign of the emperor of what he needed to do, snarling of rage turned to the smile of pride gripping the handle with both hands.

'Oh, yes... Oh, this is just too perfect...' He said in thought, feeling the leather bar grip in his hands, and it was the weapon that any soldier would come to fear; the same one that killed the chaos warriors is beautiful, brutal, and powerful.

The BFG- No… author, this isn't Doom. It's Warhammer forty thousand, and it's a chainsword, better than a chainsaw… I don't care if you don't like it, you made it, and you're stuck with it plus, we're almost done with this… Yes, you can do a reference, but that's it; now hurry up. I ain't got time for this shit, and the damn thing is still running… I don't care put as a blooper or something and fuck off.

Picking it up, he almost shed tears of joy and love for such a weapon. He contained himself and found a skull figurehead pullback on the top of its promethium engine and pulled it. Pressing down on its throttle bar and felt the revving engine vibrate in his hands as he pulled it out of the corpses and holds high over his head; the sound caught the attention of the slaves and traitor guardsmen, and all Grey did was lowered it to the point chains teeth at they smiled not of pride. Still, sadistic malic and joy coursing in his body.

"Once more, into the fray, Into the last good fight I'll every know." Long ago, he said to remember what a captain told him; he couldn't remember their name or face, but only this quote they taught him when facing the enemy alone with nothing but a weapon in hand.

"Live, and die on this day... Live, and die on this day."

He finished roaring out a battle cry as the first three cultist slaves rushed him with swords, but with one swing of the chainsword, he rips through the body of the cultists, spewing out blood over Grey's hands, face, armor, and uniform. Tearing them in half, separating their body from shoulder to hip with a quick turn and another quick swing to the second cultist. He tried to block the attack but only for a second as the chainswords teeth scraped against the sword, throwing metal sparks around as it ate through the blade, finally cutting through it quickly. Then more blood and bone fragments flew through the air and on Grey, still holding his sadistic smile, enjoying the sight of the screaming cultist having his arms and upper torso torn apart by the teeth of the chainsword ripping apart their pathetic bodies.

"Rip... and... Tear!"

He growled and groaned at the sharp pain of a blade stabbing against his side from the final cultist, grabbing his shoulders tightly. In a quick turn, he slams his head against the cultist's head, breaking his nose, shifting his hand to hold the back of his neck, and slams the cultist's head onto his right knee. Finally letting go of the cultist, staggering, he aims the chainsword. He stabs into the cultist's stomach, watching him scream, gripping the chainsword, and sees his fingers, thumbs, and then hands get sawn off. Watching him thrashing his arms around frantically, bashing Grey with bloody subs for arms, quickly grabbing one of his sheathed trench knives from his boots and stabbing the shoulder of the cultist before jamming is blade into his neck breaking his knife.

"Rip and tear! Rip and tear! I'll rip and tear all ya' guts out!" he screamed, deafened to any sound, but the trails of bullets of auto-guns firing at him shifted the cultist's body to cover himself from the incoming fire and marched towards the bullet fire. Seeing the cultists die. Fear grows on the faces of the traitor guard as he approaches them.

"Here's Mad Dog!" He screamed out, laughing as the traitor guard started retreating, running away only to be shot by bolts of red lights beams blowing off their limbs to bloody red mists. Catching the attention of the demons of nurgle and chaos undivided, blasting those from afar before hordes surrounded him and charged him. Yet he didn't feel fear or the urge to run, to laugh and swing the chainsword ripping through hordes of pony and human poxwalkers that were slicing his skin, uniform and armor with their rusted blades and farming equipment. Blasting at Nurglings that clawed his legs and feet trying to slow him down, vomiting at his legs, melting his skin and muscles, as he kicked, stomped or shoot them off his legs.

Decapitating and tearing away Plaguebears blocking and countering their attacks and bites, all while using their bodies, alive or dead, to block the income bullet, las bolts, and incoming fire from both traitor guard and cultist slave. He made his way through the streets and alleys of ponyville, leaving nothing but scattered limbs, a thick red bloody mist on his killing blood lust crazed frenzy singing the song of his penal company and his name, repeating it as if a broken looped record player.

"Mad Dog The Giggle Dog! Mad Dog The Giggle Dog!"

All the more, laying a path of carrion and carnage, his body numbed of feeling as the effect of the God of decay slowly spread within his body with every shot, cut, slice, stab and bite. Worsening spread of illness began to grow within him like tumors on every organ, bone, and muscle. As the diseased blood drenched his body, he felt it crawl into his veins, muscles, skin, and bones.

He could barely think as he slashed, ripped, and teared apart all that was in his way through the traitors, mutants, and demons. Bullets dented his armor with burns from las shots. A Plaguebearer with clever sliced open his chest plate and torso open to a bleeding gash from his shoulder to his stomach after Grey saw off the demon's legs and stomped its head, smashing it under his melted mucus-vomit-covered boots. The plagues were getting to him, each cut, shot, and the bite was another aching sore, burning muscle, itching crawling rash, puss-filled worts, and bone-chilling cold. He held his chainsword to crutch himself as he coughed into his hand, tasting his blood or his enemies. His time was coming, and he needed to move faster and hit as harder as he could muster on his enemies.

'Death surrounds me. Yet, in my head, I can still hear the songs of the emperor; I can still see his light. I can't give up; death is nothing to the giggle dog, to Mad Dog, but redemption, and to earn that privilege; I must stack all the corpses to make the mountain to bask in his light. The mutant, the heretic... The traitor, all will be my steps to his light... To my redemption.'

He said to his mind reminding him of all his sins, his crimes against the emperor, the battle of Cadia, his home, and those he failed. No more will he make failures; no more will he stand idly by and have those he once knew to be ashamed of him or disgusted with both hands gripping the chainsword and roaring out at the hordes that stood before him, ripping through demons, mutants, and traitors alike. Letting the teeth of his sword tear into his enemies, ripping out mists of blood and cutting off limbs and inners out of bodies till he made a pile of corpses where he stood a top of it all like a king of a hill as the hordes climbed and shot at him from every angle possible.

Till a shot of a bolter pierced his right thigh straight through his femur, shattering it to pieces and forcing him to collapse on the bloody bodies casings and ashes of the dead. Even with bionic spinal and reinforced metal bones, that kind of shot is something that can't be resisted and withstand by such a shot. He laid on corpses of filth and sickness with one hand on his chainswords handle and the other on the gaping hole in his thigh, growling and groaning in pain. No traitor guard or demon could have such accuracy to hit his thigh, let alone keep him alive till he saw a sight that brought concern for himself.

Hidden in ruins and allies of the town were twenty-four counted chaos astartes, all of which bared mutations and the marks of their dark god. He looked at their colors, seeing two different warbands he knew all too well, the servants of the Death Guard and the Iron Warriors, each armed with a bolter, plasma gun, heavy bolters, flamers, meltaguns, axes, swords, mauls, hammers, or claws. All these armored demigod doom warriors against a single lowly guardsman drenched in plagued blood mixed with his from shots, stabs, bites, gashes, and cuts. Armed with nothing but a laspistol, he unholstered and fired a maxed-charged shot at one of the chaos space marine's helmets repeatedly, missing the majority of his shots but with every shot hit, it slowly melted a hole. Revealing a glowing green eye of the fallen space marine before emptying his battery, leaving the barrow a bright orange heat.

“Fucking karkers...” He said in his attempt to pull the chainsword and hoist himself back to his staggering wobbly legs. Watching one of the fallen space marines approach him, welding a rusted Brown sword in his left gauntlet hand as his right was a grotesque mutated demonic claw as the fallen space marine slowly came closer towering over him. Yet Grey only kept his empty laspistols glowing barrel on the spaces marines helmet, barely standing and feeling his body weaken with every breath.

Celestia and Luna, aiding the equestrian soldiers, finally pushed through the enemy front lines and soon came to the sight of horror, bodies of ponies pinned onto omens, banners, shrines, or buildings. Each butchered worse than the last, with markings of symbols and scribbles carved onto their bodies, with many flogged, leaving skinless butchered bodies all around. Celestial walked with Luna over the dead bodies, with each hoof step feeling the slimy rotted blood, solid dirt, and filth of so many bodies.

It was impossible to imagine what would have happened here till the most horrifying sight came to view by both princesses and soldiers that witnessed it, many vomiting and some panicking to tears or near insanity. Even the princesses couldn't resist tearing up while looking at it. A mount of pony's cutie marks, all stitched to another like an unfinished growing quilt of all the ponies that have died, each one bared the symbol of a pony's special talent stretched out and hung like a trophy roughly cut off the pony's body.

An hourglass, a dumbbell, a rose, three smiling flowers, a feather, three cupcakes with three cakes, a silver spoon, three money bags, a diamond tiara, two crossed candy canes, a diamond ring, a stormcloud with a lighting bolt, a scroll wrapped in a Blue Ribbon, grapes and barriers, a turnip, a snail, scissors, a sun, three peaches, a green apple, an apple pie, three diamonds, three bonbon’s, seven grey bubbles, three lilies, three carrot tops, a red cross with red hearts around it, a screw, a medical box with a stethoscope in it, a heartbeat monitor, a sofa and a feather, two lotus flowers, a cat dog and bird, a robot, three tomatos, a shooting star, a cloud, three blue and white dragon flies, two flowers, a red hat with a card in it, a hard hat helmet, a pocket watch, two silver coins, five musical notes shaped into a star, violet treble clef and half of an eighth note.

Forty-six cutie marks skinned off the bodies of ponies, each other, bits of their coats and flesh stretched and sown to one another like trophies, displaying all the lives lost in acts of brutality with the sense of a hopelessness rescue ever coming for them. Both princesses gazed locked onto the display with other soldiers joining them. They could almost hear the screams and cries of each pony's cutie mark in their minds or that echoed around them; Luna felt an emotion that she felt long ago, the same emotion that got her to change and fall into darkness, with the echoing laughter of her voice, the voice of a nightmare. Celestia just stared blankly, shifting between rage and sorrow, with tears building up in her eyes and a snarl as her princess mask broke and both screamed out in their equestrian roars snapping all to their attention.

"We demand every one of these monsters heads. Kill them all… and leave none alive." They both roared out in unison before the clicking of weapons being loaded and cocked and the slowly crackling laughter of the monsters.

"Very funny xenos, that was exactly my order for all of you, welcome home I think one of them would say, before we flogged them of and cut their tongue out. You should've have see them, for some sun and moon princesses to save them, and bring out of here…." The cultists' commander said as they surrounded the two princesses and the guard, all with plasma guns, auto-guns, and flamers aimed at them, ready to add more to their trophy stand.

“That must be you two big ones right? I can’t wait to see how your meat tastes like, and how soft your coats must be be fore we rip it off your bodies and send you with the rest of them.”

He laughs with a twisted smile as both princesses turn with their eyes glowing white. In an instant, Luna teleported away with Celestia’s mane engulfing to literal flames before shooting a magical blast that shot right at the cultist commander and a hand full of cultist guards. Vaporizing their bodies and leaving only their legs standing and ash shadows of their remains with Luna teleporting behind the remaining cultists guard. One by one, she used her hooves bucking them to the ground, some even having Luna punching, or kicking through their bodies and tearing off limbs, leaving the guard to finish off with stabs and beheadings with their magic and Halberds.

“Your majesties, our scouts have reported the area were their are more within the town center but most of the paths have been dealt with.” The pegasi thunderstriker commander slowly approached the flaming Princess Celestia, her mane burning as bright as the sun burning the ground she stood on. The pegasi bowed in fear at the sight of her before Luna appeared behind him, making him jump in fear as she got splatters of blood on her coat and armor.

"Then we haven't a moment to lose. Soldiers, ready yourselves for battle and drive our spears into your enemy's throats! Leave none alive!" she roared in her cantorlot voice, with all the soldiers riled up with thoughts of vengeance and rage in their minds.

"Your majesty, my other report has come in, as it would appear the grand mage and earth pony knights general were found with the other captive within town square looked to preform a rebellion rescue of other captured and enslaved soldiers and ponies." He said as both looked down at him with pure rage that no pony had ever witnessed in their idol's eyes.

"I-In addition, we have also located the alien human soldier Grey on the opposite side of our position, surrounded by what we believe to be the leaders and their guard along with the elements of harmony apprehending the beast of chaos." Both princesses glared down at the commander, who shivered, standing at attention as both sisters looked at each other and nodded.

"You, along with lieutenant shining armor, will lead and aid the grand mage and general rescue of the captured ponies and bring them out of this horrid place," Luna ordered as the commander looked at them with concern, saluting.

"A-and what of you, your majesties surely you wouldn't go for that soldier?" he asked in a shaky tone, with Luna staring daggers at him before Celestia opened her wings and flapped them, lifting herself in the air with her sister following her.

“If Grey still fights, these monsters will go for him as he knows their weaknesses and ways of fighting; he may be the only hope he has for our victory.” She said before both princesses flew off as fast as they could carry, leaving their armies to obey their orders as the pegasi commander sighed.

“Alright, guards, listen up! We have our orders, and they are to head to the town center, rescue the captive ponies and other guards, and aid the grand mage and knights general in their rescue. I, along with lieutenant Shining Armor will be in charge of the operations, am I understood!” he toward out as all the guards stood attention in unison and saluted their hooves or wings at her in demand, replying with “sir yes sir.”

“Now then, thunderstrike, you are to keep your distance and remain in scouting formation and relay; knights and unicorns, you are to aid the knights by covering fire knights; we are to go offense and defense till the recovery of both leaders captive. We’ll have three teams A B, and C. I will lead A, Shining Armor will be with B, and the pegasi will be C on recon and keeping them damn bugs off us. Am I clear!?” He screamed out at the soldiers as they replay him in unison again.

"As the sky, sir!"

"Then let's move, move, move!" He said, flapping his wings and leading, splitting the forces heading towards the northern side of town. Shining Armor leads to the southern and the pegasi flying in a blink of an eye in the sky, watching out for the clouds of hive nurgle flies of rot or the large drones that fly around. Using the storm clouds to shoot lighting or strike in a quick hit repeatedly runs from different angles.

With the piles of dead amongst the corpses of ponies, far from the heart of Ponyville and the warp storm, Grey stood before Allomere, Champion of The Death Guard Favored Sons and Herald of Nurgle. Looking down at the human, barely able to stand, seeing his body shaken of weakness, aiming only a laspistol at Allomere's melted visor with the metal still burning hot, exposing his eye from his helmet. This human, no, this guardsman, a single mortal loyal dog of the corpse god, not only damaged Allomere's armor but exposed his bare flesh. All while trying to defend these xeno creatures from their destiny to become vessels for their growing legion behind him, the same xenos became slaughtered around him. They repealed back, slowly surrounded and pinned.

He wore the colors of the weak guard dogs of the loyalists, that disgusting khaki brown uniform with that dirty olive green armor that is only worth as much as paper when it comes to protection; in his right hand, held high above his head. A laspistol with its barrel still glowing hot orange, and in his other, he used to hold himself up as a crutch, was a chainsword he scavenged off some traitor guard hands and used to slaughter around him. His uniform armor and weapons were drenched in blood from countless bodies of massacred cultists and lesser demons. His hands and face were like this too, but on his face was an enlarged toothy smile with his cheeks pealed as if he was some crazed berserker of Khorne gone feral, even using his mouth to bite and tear apart its enemies in such a primitive manner.

Yet this mortal human. This guardsman stood before an immortal servant of chaos, a follower of the God of death and decay. His very herald and champion... He stood aiming nothing more than a flashlight at his face, even with injuries slowly draining his life and the little adrenaline he had left. This guardsman knows nothing of fear as Allomere looks into his only eyes. He saw nothing but burning malice and disgust from these guardsmen; he wasn't afraid; he knew his chances would kill him even if he ran or fell into corruption. Yet he still stood, only sparking Allomere's curiosity beyond all else as demons, armed cultists. Brothers of Iron Warriors and the Death Guard were focused on the xenos assault push, blasting and slaughtering them and the beast that brought them here, wiping the filthy loyalist from existence.

"Do you fear death, guardsman? Do fear the void? The unknown... The pain and torment the corpse God brings you?" He asked as Greg just stood with his laspistol out, looking at him, unable to hear the voice but making out the muffles in his head.

"Nurgle, the great grandfather will spare you such a fate and death... He will erase your death mark and release you from the cycle; all you must do is embrace him... And you will be gifted as his favored warrior."

His body was broken; Allomere could see that his right leg was bleeding from a bolt shot that pierced through, and his chest had a significant gash that cut through his armor and to his torsos skin, making a large gash that stretched from his chest down his stomach. With such injuries, he wouldn't make it this far, let alone keep himself from collapsing from blood loss or shock. Perhaps it was just the guardsmen's thought of an adrenaline rush mixed with the intensity of warfare and combat driving him to survive like an animal in the wild.

"You traitors are, all the same. Nothing more than enslaved by false gods willing to kill your own to gain nothing, but mutations of heresy... Disgusting beyond all else." Grey said to Allomere, coughing out blood.

The air he breathed was burning his lungs and throat; his body began forming swelling warts and blisters on his skin and burnt scars. His body sweated and shivered, weakening with every breath he took. Yet he still held himself up, barely. Allomere looked into his eye and his smile; it wasn't of pride or belittling him but a smile of malice and insanity, as if he was challenging the Death Guards Champion of the Favored sons. Allomere only raised his claw and slashed the Grey's right arm off his shoulder, and with the spin of his plague sword, he swung, hitting the Grey's side with the sound of rips breaking. Sending him flying through the air off the pile of xeno corpses and into the blood-stained dirt with the freshly killed fallen xenos, where both traitor and xeno watched as their "savoir" lay with the dead.

Cultists quickly rushed to Grey with rusted blunt weapons and beat His weakened body picked him up by his arms and continued to kick, punch, and beat him as one with a used maul smashed the side of his head, popping out his right eye from its socket. One stabbed a spear into the human back, piercing through his lung and ribs and coming out from his chest, letting out a gargling cry of pain, and with a swift motion. Grey swung his chainsword, ripping the cultists in half, splitting limbs off their torsos from legs and arms, and they are decapitating their heads.

The blood gushed out, raining over the guardsman's body. He had a broken spear in his body, leaving it in as blood leaked from his wounds; he slowly stood up, using the chainsword as a crutch, and looked back at Allomere again. Watching as the dying guardsman barely stood, he weakly lifted and held out his chainsword, pointing at Allomere.

"Why do you still fight?" Allomere asked. "You will die with these xenos, with that beast, yet you still believe you could challenge me... You can barely stand, barely breathe... what makes your think you could best over me?"

Allomere said, looking down at Grey as if it were some mortal trying to crawl away from certain death to his chainsword, gripping its handle and using it as a crutch again to hold himself up again, gripping its handle as he coughed blood and wheeze, struggling to breathe.

"S-simple... because, i-it is my duty...as soldier, as... The guardsman."

Allomere only stared at him before walking down the corpse pile and over to Grey and wrapped his demonic claw around his small broken body before stabbing Grey's body. Piercing through his intestines and spine, bringing him close to Allomere's chest plate and holding him in the form of an embrace, and Spoke to him where a blooded hole in his one ear was forcing Grey to listen.

“You failed, you will be witness to their deaths... You will watch this world rot, you and with this world will die ”

His final words only sparked inside Grey, coughing blood and feeling his body wither and rot from the sword in his guts, using the last hits of his energy to look up at Allomeres eye and smile one last time as he gripped his two grenades and coughs out a gurgling giggle. He thought back to his life and his old friends and loved ones... His Mother, Father, Drill sergeant Jan doe, Alina and Aline, The Lord Castellan, Oscar, commander Leroy, and Vira Tsalie Valk... his beloved and... little Fury. A girl, let alone a child that couldn't even take a breath of her new life... they were gone, dead or forgotten. He only shed a tear and thanked the emperor for giving him the blessing of meeting them and having them be part of his small bleak life. Before he let them go in his mind and made hatred and sadistic rage of his blood lust take over, looking into the empty eyes of the Death Guards Champion.

“I f-fail-ed... I... d-die... B... But, you... Die w-with me!”

Grey, with his only free left hand, grabs both frag grenades and brings them up to his mouth to bite down on their pins, quickly pulling them off and lunching both their safety caps flying off before he jabs his hands into the gapping mouth on Allomeres torso. It bites down on his arm, tearing his hand from his shackle. Grey smiles, locking his eyes with the Death Guard Champion as he screams out before he explodes, sending Grey with shrapnel shooting out. Blowing off his jaw, sending the pike in his chest to vibrate, rupturing and collapsing his lung, and a sword through his stomach and spine to wedge in his body. He was missing his entire right arm, left hand, bolt hole in his leg, and now flying through the air onto the pile of corpses, traitors, demons, and mutants. All of the other chaos marines, demons, and traitor guard run after Grey's body, and the remains of Allomere finally lay dead with his entire torso blown open. The last sight of Grey's fading vision seeing a champion of chaos dead with only his arms, legs, and head left on the ground. Grey witnessed it all as if in slow motion leaving to his final thoughts.

'I will die here, on this world... I will die here, on Equestria.' his final thought said, releasing breath in a sigh as the light of life disappeared from his eyes, his body landing on a pile of corpses joining the dead.

Celestial and Luna flew through the skies, looking frantically over ruins and the dead, till they saw an opening in the town with Grey held on the sword of the giant armored monster leader, the largest and most mutated one. They couldn't even dive bomb to rescue him before both exploded in a huge explosion. They watch Grey's body fly off to a pile of corpses of the monsters he killed as more of the slaves and monsters are going over to him surrounding his body. Only for both princesses to dive over the bodies and smash all that was around him, Luna taking up his chainsword with her magic and begins to slash all the slaves, mutants and demons around, and Celestia holds his body, casting a shield around them. She held him tightly; his body was light, cold, and pale, withering to bones. Celestia tried to use her magic to mend his wounds, ripping out pieces of shrapnel, a broken pike. Then a large sword from his body, but to no avail; his wounds only continued to rot and bleed out no matter how much she tried. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks and onto his damaged armor.

She looked into his eye, seeing it was empty, still, and lifeless. She didn't know what to do as Luna's roars screamed out, followed by the roaring engine of the chainsword slashing at the hordes of rushing demons and mutants using her magic to teleport and block attacks. Shots of the guard aimed at Celestia and her shields, leaving only the chaos marines to watch and stand over the once Champion Allomere's and morn his corpse. Celestia only cried, broken by Grey's sacrifice to kill the leader of these chaos monsters, all die with him; she only roared out. Her shield burst into flames burning the ground around her, and those that got near before an explosion at her shield shattered from a Favored Son Death Guard armed with a plasma gun. The hordes of demons and slaves and traitor guards swarmed her.

Only to be thrown off of Grey's body into the ground, where she met the horrific smiles and kicks, punches, and blunt weapon beatings from slaves, then strung up by their claws and arms with a blade against her neck. Luna looked at her captively sister, distracted long enough for a traitor guard mauler to swing his maul at her face knocking her to the ground. A pack of guards started to kick and beat her the same and pin her to the ground with their hands and bodies as she struggled to break free. Both tried to use their magic to break free but to see it blocked by a plague sorcerer's magic holding his hand that was engulfed in a green flame blocking their magic. He walked to stand between both alicorns and the dead guardsman's body.

"...A Pitiful site to behold... Our brother champion of nurgle, herald and chosen to ascension for demon hood... Only to end up bested by a mortal to take his destiny away and die all for nothing... what an utterly pathetic failure." The sorcerer said, picking up the plague sword by its handle and gazed at it. A nurgling climbed up the armor of his legs up to take a sit on his shoulder plate and laugh, before the sorcerer stabbed the plagueswords blade into Grey's stomach again and leaving it to be wedged in the corpses of the Guardsman.

"Stop you monstrous beast!" Celestia screamed out. "You know noting of that warrior nor of his sacrifice beast, release us and will show you a true slow and painful death!" Luna followed, only to have both the sorcerer and guards laugh.

"This one... this mortal, thing. You believe him and his kind to be warriors? They are nothing but tools, born to die for nothing... all to join the fallen emperor as he is, as corpses."

"Silence!" Luna screams with tears trailing down her face as she has trouble holding her snarl, and the plague sorcerer only laughs at both princesses.

"Servants, brothers, and cousins of the powers... Witness the sight of xenos, caring for this mortal dog of the corpse his weak emperor... witness their shame, failure, and devotion to him." He laughs, using his magic to grab Grey's body into his hand. Holding him up by his head for all the traitor guards and slaves to see and laugh at the idea of a human, let alone a loyalist with a xeno.

"Xeno loves the guardsman, hah, pathetic!"

"And here I thought the Tyranids looked prettier, think I might take my chances with them!"

The shame of Celestia and Luna is brought to light and shown by the sounds of cultists and traitor guard laughter. Then the revving engine roars of chainswords, slicing their blades on other blades, and their laughter breaks both the princesses to weeping.

"Now these two must be punishmented for disturbing our work, send the white one to the culaba, and the blue one for the cultists to play with... after we flog this ones body, butcher and feed it to them!" The plague sorcerer said, dropping Grey's corpse in front of them. All watched as the cultist's hands ripped apart his armor and uniform, breaking into small fights amongst themselves, revealing his bare withered, rotting, scarred skin. Celestia and Luna were left to watch, screaming at the chaos forces to stop, cursing at them and begging but only to be replied to by laughter and beatings. Feeling the edges and points of blades trovers lightly on their coats and skins before Grey's legs were the first to get sawed off by chainswords, with knives cutting lines all over his body to peel off his skin.

Only to stop and look at the sounds of a significant crash of a giant metal pod falling into the opening from the sky. It was a bright yellow pod with a checkered board strip line that stretched all around it, with a symbol of a red heart over a teardrop, before opening slowly. Lowering five doorways to be greeted by a hail of bolt fire shooting at the cultists and astartes with the loud warcry.

"For Those We cherish, We Die In Glory!"

"It's the space marines, kill the-," A traitor guardsmen screamed before the top half of his body was blown off his legs by one of twelve giant bright yellow armored beings. Like the chaos marines that watch over them but are clean or unmutated beyond recognition and spoken with a voice of nobility and care. Their thunderous weapons roared and vibrated the air from shot after shot hitting every traitor guard and cultist, forcing the chaos space marine to push an assault rushing at them and firing back before another drop pod crashed into the ground. Then another and another with more of the same warriors surrounded them.

The slaves and traitor guard released both Celestia and Luna, being blown off their bodies or withdrawing from the area, heading to the town square. Both princesses watch in awe as they witness the space marines' power and weapons of equal strength and ruthless tactics. Both sisters crawled over to Grey's corpse, holding on to him and watching the death of the cultists slave, few of the chaos marines be brought down easily as they covered their ears from the roaring bolt fire by the Space Marines.

Once the area was clear, a decorated space marine in an older armor than the others with a red crimson cape approached the princesses a few feet away with a strange weapon that glowed blue and a beautifully crafted sword sheathed on his sides. It first looked at the Grey's naked dead corpse and then up at the two xenos. Luna slowly struggled to stand up, stretching out her beaten wings and body puffing herself up as she stood over Grey. Celestia held only Grey tightly around her wings and hooves, only to be caught off guard as the space marine knelt, still significant size, with its gentle hand extended out in the act of helping. It spoke in a metallic robotized voice.

"Worry not... xenos; we come not as your enemy, but to aid against the heretical threat of the warp storm and chaos. I am Captain Stenaeus Camail, Captain of the Lamenters chapter space marines and sons of Sanguinius, The Angel, as of today, we offer one hundred of our brothers, and eight hundred guardsmen. However, I only wish we had gotten here sooner for a fallen warrior." He said, looking down at Grey's corpse laying his gauntlet hand over his burnt eye, resting his large hand over his head, bowing as both princesses watched bow with him. Flying ships of Valkyrie transport ships hover over the area and roads of ponyville, with doors opening to drop ropes and numerous guardsmen in Greys uniform and armor repelling from them and scattering around with officers, commanders, and sergeants screaming orders and moving into the roads and allies of the town.

Celestia moved her hooves and wings around Grey's body, but she failed. She failed to help him with her promise to show the value of life and friendship could do, to show him peace and joy. Yet now she only stared at his body and couldn't help but weep. Luna, with her head pressed against his, couldn't hear the thoughts in his head. Only silence was heard that echoed in his mind; she could hear his chuckles and talks she had with him in her mind, all the stories of war, sharing of history and the dreams and slangs from his world or others, even of the little friends he had believed or thought dead. Even a vow he made in his memories. 'Luna my only wish is to die in a fight, not just any fight. "The Fight." One were I will die knowing I was redeemed and not a failure anymore were all will see me as a true soldier, hell maybe even a champion... one day.' His words only made her tears trail down her cheeks more, not at the loss of a friend but at the loss of a soldier who only ever wanted to be redeemed by his leader and his people.

With the only thought, she asked herself, but it was unanswered by the growing silence.

'Was he forgiven, was he redeemed... or did he die for nothing?'

Author's Note

Did he...? Was he finally redeemed from all that he has done, or will he forever be chained to the dark and climb all the bodies of the dead to be in the light of the emperor...

Or do you think he's not ready... not yet at least.

Now enjoy some shit art I made along with a testing new style

Cover image... I don't know but looks cool as shit in a way.

scraped cover image... really need a better name for this stuff

a teaser for the next chapter but no spoilers I have no Idea what I'm doing as I currently going fucking insane at this very moment.

can we get an F in chat for our fallen sociopathic friend of the broken dead world here

A final stand

This one is just some doodles in made for having some time thinking what to put into this chapter.

...oh your here, uhh I got nothing so here's something funny for you guys.

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Oh, hi. todays paragraphs count is 134 with an estimate 9604 words... fuck me I did going for the longest chapter yet

This chapter took a long time not for bs reasons but because of
research on tactics of warhammer
cutie mark research detailing of all background ponies “IN PONYVILLE UP TO SEASON 2 EP 1 AND 2”
placement of scenes
fighting styles/ ways along with descriptions,
references to other things
edits, final edits and the re-edits for text to speech audio reading cause who the fuck reads anymore

anyway hope you enjoyed it and have a nice day

if I miss something please let me know in the comments thank you

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I had fun making this chapter, 12 chapters... all to put discord back to fuckin stone and if it made you feel sad or angry.

It pleases me that you think and feels this way, it's a sign for me that I did good job, and you still get to feel like shit, so I win. You don't, and you can't do anything about it, so get fuck and enjoy this story till the final two chapters come, and next, a damn sequel of both weddings and crystal empire. With the tide tyranids and greenskin orkz are going to be part of... WHAT A DAY, WHAT A LOVELY DAY

Is this a fucked up thank you, yes. Ain't I a stinka haha

Cya in the last two chapter :)