It was their Nightmare to see the fight between these creatures called humans; the once-dark cage around her revealed what would be the land of a military fortress. Above her was no sky but a ceiling of hanging towers and buildings that connected and branched out like a tree holding another world almost yet around were weapons that rang out hailing thunderous roars with the screams of flying vessels that soared through the space with explosions and the distant yet close sounds of echo in roars and screams where heard around her and the stone metal walls that it itself felt more of a fortress in war.

"Well hello again lassie, come welcome to my-" He paused momentarily before continuing.

"what was our home... Welcome to Cadia Prime." A familiar voice said, drawing Nightmare Moon to see that burnt skeletal beast called Mad Dog.

It only took Nightmare Moon to realize that her cage morphed into that beast's mind, yet the only question that bothered her mind was why and how. Looking back at Mad Dog, she calmed herself and straightened her posture.

"Explain this madness beast, why is it that this one, "Cain" was it? Has always interfered with her mind or I promise you a true nightmare that even you would fear." Nightmare Moon said in a tone to stand her dominance and show her intimidation over Mad Dog, yet he only started at her with an eyeless skull socket stare and only opened his skinless mouth and let out coughing laughter at her.

"You really think that you? A xeno of dream warping magic can scare us? Can scare me!? Oh ho lass, you're either desperate or gullible." He continued his wheezy laugh as Nightmare only snarled at him before slamming her front armored hooves on the stone floor, cracking them beneath her.

"You dare laugh at the princess of Nightmares and mock her for desperation, we will have your head mounted over our throne beast!" She roared out, igniting her horn to glow and blasting Mad Dog, only for him to fade away in a thick cloud of ashes and engulf Nightmare, making her wings extend out and flap around to make a clear space for her as she scanned around for him and a surprise attack.

"Say all you want about me and of humans, many have before as you aren't the first or the last. But let me tell you one thing." He said around her, mocking her tone as it only enraged Nightmare.

"Your little bad dreams are nothing compared to what we faced on the field. So let's see how you fair against the true beasts of fear against your so-called nightmares."

He said, laughing around her, and then the ashes that engulfed her disappeared away to reveal to her a broken flaming world of fire and hot burning air before appearing in front of her holding a sword similar to the one "Cain" had that sparked blue electric sparking wildly of hatred the wielder holding it was no longer Mad Dog but Cain himself with the same snarling burning gaze of anger, pain and sorrow in his eyes as he now sees her before holding out his blade with eyes piercing her being though puffed up and red with dry trails of tears on his face.

"You will suffer Abel!" He roared out at Nightmare before her horn engulfed in magic as she snarled back at him.

"By the Emperors name, for Cadia, for mother, father, my beloved Valk, and my Fury... One shall stand."

Nightmare remained silent and charged Cain, holding her head low to point her horn at his torso as he let out his battle cry.

•

Grey charged at Oscar, his blade clashing and holding against his; both swords sparked with wild, uncontrollable power surging through the blades from the engines. Grey only stared down Oscar before Alina, Aline, Serina, the few pony guards, the imperial guard officers, and the Tyranids behind Grey watched the duel. They were waiting to have their turn on the slaughter, waiting to feast on the world's biomass. But this did not bother Oscar, let alone the battle happening around them with the castle crumbling around them, but the eye of Grey, from his purple-red hue after scars from the battle of Cadia and the warp. It was Green and worse, void of anything he could see, and what made it worse for Oscar struggling to keep his stances at each clash of their blades, shooting sparks and raw power off its blading around.

Grey was silent; for the longest time, anyone has known Grey out of Alina, Aline. Oscar had never heard nor seen Grey fight completely mute, almost near deafening if the battle around them hadn't filled the air; there were no sounds of struggle, groans of rage, huffs of air, or even a simple growl. It made it worse for Oscar, seeing as Grey wore his flat Carapace Kasrkin respiratory mask with his broken, cracked goggles. He wasn't smiling or snarling at him this moment as Oscar gripped his power sword, feeling his hands and body tumble. Oscar wasn't fighting a traitor, a penal soldier, but beyond that. He was fighting Grey, a true-born Cadia kasrkin; this was no training regimen that Grey taught him or a practice sparing.

Oscar was fighting the real Grey to the death as he was nothing but a hollow husk of a man, praying to the emperor and trying to come up with a plan to snap him out of whatever the damn tyranids have him under their control and hopefully save him.

"Grey! Please snap out of this! This isn't you nor what you follow! Please I don't want to do this!" Oscar pleaded only to hold his blade with both hands around the handle of his powersword tightly in his leather hands, barely able to hold the block of Grey's swings and slashes as the blades met in violent velocity of electric sparks of power.

It was a nearly impossible duel for Oscar; he was fighting against a Veteran of the Guard, a Cadian Kasrkin, with cybernetic augments in his body that made every hit feel like a punch from an ogryn. The muscles in his body were growing sore from every block he could muster against Grey's strikes before the final block gave out on Oscar.

In one motion, holding up his blade, Grey stroked down over Oscar, hitting his blade to barely stop his strike and holding it only for a split second. Grey swung his left bionic hand to punch down against his blade and sliced through Oscar's Powersword blade, shocking everyone around at the raw strength of Grey's augmented body was capably and his ferocious, wild fighting style. The punch sent Oscar to skid back a few feet from the sheer explosive shock from the broken power blade shattering before him as he gripped his now broken powersword, with his eyes locked at Grey slowly approaching him, ready to attack again.

•

Cain soon kicked himself to spin around, jabbing his knee to Nightmare Moon's side, sending her through the blazing air only to roll in the dirt before quickly getting herself to stand back up again. She used her magic to heal as much as her body could but struggled to breathe momentarily, coughing and huffing back the air she lost to her lungs. This human fought in an unknown style to what she knew before her rise against Celestia; he fought wildly and almost off, stepping and moving his legs to make her miss or force a block on purpose to delay his strikes and, worse, used moves that would even be unworthy of a proper battle.

From punches to kicks to throwing his knee, to using his flat hand to hit her throat and even grabbing her legs, wings, and mane to meet hers via head butting. What she was fighting was no warrior but an animal, a beast only fueled by hatred and the need to kill. Yet she needed to end this in her favor quickly, and soon the idea came to her; she needed to find the source of this beast's anger, the one other human known as "Abel," its twin brother, and understand what made this human uncontrollable. Gathering the remaining strength she could give in her body, her horn lit up as her eyes glowed a bright white, building up all of her magic.

"No!" Cain roared out in a mixture of his and the voice of Mad Dog speaking in unison. "We won't let you leave!"

He rushed at her and held his blade out to slice her neck, only to see her disappear in a flash of light before the edge of the blade could touch her neck, leaving the infused Cain and Mad Dog to stubble, looking around the destroyed burning fortress and roar out in blinding madness rage as the fires around him searing his skin to reveal something else, muscles of boiling blood red skin with his metal limbs burning to glowing heated brass of flame. His eyes were red with burning malic behind them.

"You can not run from me! He bare my soul, and his mark! Your Blood will be his and Your Skull our trophy!"

Outside the Castle Grounds

Fletcher Fray

"Commander!" The scream of veteran Senior Petty Officer Straight Arrow pierced's ears, Fletcher, seeing the castle doors get destroyed by the Tyranids beasts an hour ago, and both human imperial guards and equestrian guards were desperately holding back the invaders.

"Celestia's sun! The humans are scattering around, dying or falling back, and our ponies are dropping as those bucking bugs are overwhelming us! We need orders. Damn it!" Straight Arrow screamed out, only for him to see Fletcher's eyes glow a bit of green, and his horn glowed the same. His eyes slowly grow to a distant look only to contort to panic at the sight, making Straight Arrow follow his gaze past a small human firing defense line and past a sea bed of giant bugs was a strange beast with an abnormally large head floating over the coming hoard, it's head glowed the same color green. Still, its skin and shell were the same color of blue and red as the other hoard.

All he saw then was only darkness that encapsulated his surroundings before a pair of eyes stood gazing out from the darkness and right into his eyes; the eyes of the beast stared at him, yet these eyes were different; he could tell that it was the beast staring at him but in him. Fletcher's heart raced, his breath heaved till he breathed faster than he could hold in his lungs, his body shaken. Fletcher felt his trembles crawl straight to his bones, and his ears folded as he couldn't look away from the beast. He wasn't starting at a singular entity of this ginormous beast sided by changelings. He could see it all, billions upon billions of them all staring at him, leaving him to a panic mess just as Straight Arrow as he stood beside him till Fletcher couldn't scream anymore, tears pouring out from his eyes, and passed out with his nose bleeding from what he had seen. A singular eye made of infinite voices, eyes, and mouths stared at him through the void of monsters till Straight Arrow smacked his face with his hoof, snapping his eyes open and away from the gaze of the hungering maw of the Tyranids greeted by his screams.

"Commander Fletcher, wake up damn it! Know your place as an officer, damn it and give us a command!" Straight Arrow roared at his commander, friend, and brother-in-arms with tears in his eyes and the blood of ponies, humans, the changelings, and the Tyranids mixed across his armor and coat. Fletcher only stared before scrunching up his muzzle, and without a moment, he pushed Straight Arrow to his side and yelled out, catching the attention of the Equestrian guard and even some of the Imperial Guard that stood behind columns and makeshift covers of ruble and corpses as he yelled out.

"Mages, cease the use of magic! The enemy is blocking us with its strange magic! Rise and use the human's weapons as best as you can!" He yelled, his teeth clenched with his muzzle contorted with fury as he galloped past guardsmen firing las-shots and bullets over him with Straight Arrow following behind him over to a knocked-over large weapon, lifting it with their bodies to stand on its three-leg stand; time wasn't on their side only with mere seconds. With only the visual knowledge of this weapon, the humans and Grey called a heavy bolter. Seeing the vast belt of brass ammunition connected to one of its sides, Fletcher stood on his hide hoofs, using his front hooves to hold himself up, gripping the two handles, feeling two large triggers under them; Straight Arrow only crawled under him to get to the other side to see a small metal piece Straight Arrow forgetting what it was called remembered that to pull it back to have the weapon make a loud clunk noise as a brass ammo shell flies out. The weapon fires and does so with the ground under the two shakes, their bodies rattling to the thunderous fire.

The Imperial Guardsmen saw this with only yells at each other over the heavy bolters bolt-fire only to follow up to their sides two guardsmen quickly ran to over to Fletcher and Straight Arrow on holding the heavy bolter stead seeing the gunfire aim was wild shaking with Fletcher holding the trigger grips as the other rushed to the ammo box where the belt was whipping out and held it steady in their hands with Straight Arrow rushing over to dazed and panic Unicorns Mages and Earth pony Knights beating them with his own hooves to snap them back into reality with many of the unicorns having the same nose bleed and yelling orders to grab any weapons of the Guardsmens they could use seeing it mostly be from melee weapons and the unicorns using little of their magic to only levitate the Las-guns in their magical hold and firing them aiming in perfect steady shots at the flying Changlings with the Earth pony Knights aimed with chainswords, knifes, swords and few power blades in their mouths and charged the tyranids being armored in heavy armor and using their larger bodies to hold the tyranids with up to three able to kill one of the giant tyranids.

•

Within the void of space above Eques’s high orbit

•

Far from the orbit of Eques, with the tendril of Hive Fleet Behemoth combined with the conduit of Queen Chrysalis, the arrival of the astartes, sororities, and imperial naval ships came strike cruisers of the sororities and astartes ships set themselves to the high orbit of Eques along with escort ships leaving the leading battle barrage battleships of the astartes to be the second defense line and the imperial navy as the first against the hive fleet tendril, from the escorts behind the light cruisers supporting main cruisers and the few battle cruisers behind supported by fire support of the Astartes battle barrage the Tyranids tendril was halted and cut from the world of Eques, all under the command of Inquisitor Lord Sturhof.

"Send Coms to ready my transport and alert the Black templars and Sororitias for their planet fall and for my landing onto this world." He announced to the vox-com officer on deck, typing away and speaking to the microphone before the officer looked back up at Lord Sturhof.

"My lord, a private message from a high priest is sent to you, transferring now." The officer relayed as on the Inquisitor console. Causing a small smile curled on his lips reading the message, he turned away and walked out from the head of his Inquisition cruiser.

"Ready my escort and shuttle, I have a battle to win, a sinner to interrogate, and a world to cleanse." He announced the door closing behind him; once he was alone, he tapped his ear to access his earpiece com and opened a private call with the high priest.

"High Priest Damian, I give you my thanks and ask for you to pass on my thanks for giving me the honor of fighting alongside Holy Saint Mallius Abel Gorar; I would like to request his of him to give my troops honor and to fight alongside the sororities and the planetary imperial guard defense force to bolster there faith and moral if that is possible," Sturhof asked in a calm, almost machine-like tone to hear High Priest Damian reply.

"I will relay your request, Inquisitor, but know that though you are of The Inquisition, the High Lords of Holy Terra, The Ecclesiarchy. I or you can not command a Saint of the Emperor, he will choose where he will and must go." High priest Damian responds, his voice old and showing proof of his age from giving a hundred sermons on a hundred worlds on a hundred wars. This was a man Sturhof had to show respect, even if it was some.

"I am aware of this high priest and will await his arrival on the world's surface with the given coordinates." He finished cutting off the com, forcing a sigh from High Priest Damian as he turned to his other young priests, scribes, brothers, and sisters as they stood in their cruiser ship's chapel.

"Is he ready?" Damian asked, looking to his successor, bowing his head before him.

"Yes high priest, Holy Saint Mallius Abel Gorar has prepared his armor and armaments and awaits within the Sacristy in prayer at this moment though if I may speak." His successor responded calmly with a look of concern and unease in his voice and his expression.

"What is the matter young one." Damian asked.

"He has spoken of "feeling" on this world that awaits him; we asked if he was well and able to fight only for him to respond with a tone of… sorrow before speaking of a "presence" that felt familiar to him yet "lost and forgotten." The young successor, along with the priests and scribes, looked to Damian, almost asking him what the saint meant by this, as the saint could only nod and close his eyes.

"This is something that I can not speak on behalf of Our holy Saint, this would most like mean he will be within pilgrimage of his own, with only the guidance out our god emperor…" Damian spoke before turning away to look up at the shrine of the ship's golden statue of the emperor of man. The gold glistened with the dancing flames for the hanging blazers, the smell of holy incense burning within the air as the sight of cherubs and servo skulls flew overhead carrying tombs, scrolls, and burners as they flew.

"Though he has history, I only know this from him my kin, and he has family though not sharing his sainthood but his holy blood." He said as the priests and scribes looked at each other and then at the successor.

"You refer to General Grarn Cain Grey? His father priest, if I recall would be participating in this battle after the fall of Cadia." The young successor said before High Priest Damian held up his hand, slowly quieting all.

"Though we know of his father, yes, but I know something that could only be my assumption of our holy saint… there is another that shares his blood, though I could not prove it nor dare approach our saint with this, I can tell this troubles him as in his gaze I can assume it, in his words, I can feel this. This is someone that are saint must care for truly and must find."

In the cruiser's Holiest chapel, in one of many holiest prayer sacristy chambers, knelt a man, his hair long stained a crimson red of the blood from the enemies he had slain, and his eyes closed with a cold dead expression, his body in beautiful engraved golden armor with two beautifully long white feathered wings that drooped to the ground resting gently and still almost a perfect golden statue like the many kinds that stood towering over him in his prayer. Yet with closed eyes came twitches, and flinching before him was a golden helmet bearing a golden laurel with a mask of silver steel; the mask bared familiarity to his face and his father, but yet it wasn't his or his fathers but someone else, he took it upon himself only remove this mask only before his family be it his father or the one that bares the face of his helmet. Yet, in his prayer, his mind slipped to visions within his mind.

Visions of a soldier held high with a blade of silver through their chest wielded by a silver astartes but of unknown chapter to him, the soldier how ever bared the armor and uniform of an officer yet the colors of khaki brown and a dark olive green with silver emblems yet scratched and worn, then the vision faded give the winged golden being a moment of respite before another came bearing a hot feeling, and his eyes open to see only fires that tower over him, the sky a fog red of crimson with the smell of fresh drawn blood and before him towering over him a beast, of bloodied brass limbs and burning red skin as if it very blood was boiling within it, its eyes glowed of burning hatred and apostasy abandoned but rebirthed and found, the beasts gaze was locked to him with black ashed demonic wings stretched out fully and in its hand held a black sword of flame and blood the blade pointed at the saint, the saint sweated from the heat but the feeling of, fear and pain within him, this beast was familiar to him yet he have never met such a monster of the warp but only knew their kind, believing it to be a Bloodthirster till he looked up at the daemon and spoke to him in a voice broken shattered and shaken by a infinite hatred and a cranial hunger driving it as it roared only one word to the saint—his own name.

"ABEL"

There, the Saint opened his eyes, his brow sweating, his breath heavy as he panted his eyes, gazing at his surroundings before letting a slow sigh to the realization that he remained within the Chapel in the void of space. His eyes darted around before he looked up at the gaze at eh golden plaque that towered over him of perfect crafter edges and markings of the sole system over an old but perfectly copied of the Holy Segmentum Solar star sector with the holy Terra over its star with Mars on its side and its moon on the other he stared down at his shaking clasped hands, with his mind wondering though his own memories till the face of his mask came to his mine and the voice of the beast that spoke his name, being only one being, one human, one man that knows his name that he had forgotten so long ago and tear build within the Saint's eyes before droplets fell and landed on his golden armor.

"He... He lives, brother... He still lives, all this time... Cain..." He spoke softly, grabbing his golden helmet, coving his head with his red hair to hang freely from under it, then grabbing the silver mask of a face he now will bear as a reminder of what he is, how he became the being his is now, the mask that reminds him of why he ascended to sainthood.

"I will find you, my dear brother, I will find you and ask for forgiveness, brother... This is not what I deserve from the crimes I gave you, for the sins you bear that are mine own." He placed the mask into its place with his helmet and stood, stretching his wings out to be in full view as a radiant light glowed from his very being in the shape of a halo that burned with holy fire, and soon his body levitated from to be in the air.

"Even if, to gain your forgiveness you must kill me again, I will allow it, my brother... I will allow you." He said under his breath before the double doors of his sacristy chamber opened, making his way to the main cathedral of the Chapel to see servants, tech-priests, scribes, and priests bow their heads and some kneeling to his prescreens before a priest and tech-priests stood on either of his sides one with their arms outstretched, their palms held out a beautifully master-crafted sword that bore text in beautiful Terran tongue with the Aquilla forming its guard reading "Holy Star of the Terra" and other with the tech-priests mechanical claws open to a long golden spear as the Saint grabbed both in his hands and welded them before opening the doors of the holy cathedral to be greeted by lines of guardsmen and sisters bowing their heads to him as he calmly flew through the air with some holding their hands out to him, their hands clasped in prayer and all gazing at his holy presence being their first time to see a saint before them, in silent awe leaving the Saint to speak in his mind.

'it should be you in my place, brother, not me... this is how it should've ended, how it should've been, they do not deserve to praise me... which is why I seek your forgiveness, the forgiveness of a sinner and criminal to their eyes... but to me... the forgiveness of a true hero disguised as a criminal, the forgiveness of a brother in arms... the forgiveness of a brother that you Cain will be allowed a cardinal sin for me to earn your forgiveness.'

'To kill a saint... and to be free of this undeserving saint hood, I have received... as my eternal punishment.'

He muttered to himself within his mind as he led his way to the sororities and guardsmen to the drop ship's planet surface transports, preparing for planet fall and entering orbit. With the rain of twenty astartes drop pods shot from their strike cruisers, like flaming asteroids raining down upon the world of Eques, all aimed to the site of a dark cloud seen from the orbit of the cutoff Tyranid tendril.

•

Centurion Golden Sparks

Through the bloodied corpse-filled streets, broken chock points and blockades with the giant bodies of Tyranids mixed with changelings and blood of both human and pony withing pieces, burnt, melted, and maws, with their limbs in some of the maws of the Tyranids, the Golden Sparks clad with broke and dented golden armor some of her armor missing, broken or fallen off to show her bruised scratched and scared skin with patches of her coat torn with stains of red from bleeding wounds. She walked with bloodied armored hoof shoes with her breath panting heavily from hours of beating Tyranids and changelings with her bare hooves savagely and barbaric, beknownst to the gore around her and to Knight House's order of fighting with grace, honor, and mercy and the life and years of training from the knight House Murus where defense and countering were their main objective she, however, was lost in the carnage and war, her muzzle clenched and scrunched with fury as her ears flicked to the Tyranids screeching clicks, stomps claws scrapping and the screams of lost ponies and imperial guards shot. She followed in pursuit before stopping at the remains of an old church built by the humans to worship their god, the Emperor. She remembered Grey speaking of it and seeing the prayer shrine within his chambers.

The church doors were melted in a mix of a reeking goo sprayed on the stone and metal door, and the archway crossing over it was the corpse of a large beast in the center of the church; its body covered the alter, its exoskeleton body had cracks with chucks of itself blasted off or broken with broken Chandlers that once hanged from the churches ceiling smashed and stabbing through the dark blue carapace of its back, corpses of other Tyranids littered the empty silent the aisle of the church room with pews smashed melted or scatter around in pieces as if they were made into barricades before they were overrun. Scattered along the walls of blood splatters were the corpses of humans, the guardsmen, and some others in robes with torn parchment on their clothing and a few on their armor, priests, she thought before walking next to the giant dead beast. Her eyes widened at the sight of its head, or what was wedge in it. The site of a lone human, one of the guards, but looking at their uniform, they were different; the guard corpses that littered the room were dressed in fine, almost perfect blue uniforms with blood stains, white gold, and red trims, almost confusing them for officers to her yet this one bared a different uniform, its uniform was of a thick grey trench-coat with bandage wrappings around its legs and gloves, the face alone was hidden being only a metal plate in the shape of a skull over a mask and wax candles. However, they were snuffed out or broken, riddled across the soldier's shoulder plates and armor, and the corpse lay with its two legs wedged in the dead beast's jaws. Yet, its hands held a large sword with teeth stabbed and stuck to the side of the beast's head through its eye socket, with its blood splattered all over the dead masked soldier's hands and the floor.

'Humans… I know of your god but what drives you to this level, to be martyred, sacrificed, even though he is far and treats you with uncare? Not like Celestial.'

She thought to herself as her mind reeled to her beginnings, a young squire within the castle training halls, years of studying the art of combat countering and defenses along with the little war technology that was kept hidden and never used, then her free time to be devoted to the house of Murus. This knight house worshiped The solar Princess Celestia, known as Celestianist, yet she wasn't alone with this worship of other knights and squires; there were civilian ponies that, too, came and worshipped Princess Celestia; she followed all traditions and rules to heart, and never strayed from till she met Grey.

She remembered the stories he'd tell, be it to her, his other personal guards, or even to soldiers and the princesses, stories of the wars he fought in along with other soldiers he called legends and heroes, served, aided, and read, even of his god, the Emperor of man. Still, it only made her question the day she witnessed how he was reprimanded and treated for the ascension of a soldier to an officer, one that she knew he trusted too well. It made her question herself, her faith, and the worship of Celestia. Though the princess did not disapprove or approve of their worship, she did not deny herself admitting to being a being of power close to a god, yet for the humans, Golden Sparks could only ask what the Emperor's powers were.

She knew it couldn't be explained; her information gotten from Grey was vague, being told of saints that lived among the guard forces, the holy angels of the astartes, yet it made her wonder if she was worshiping what she could believe the right god, or a god worthy of her admiration and worship.

Soon, the sounds of rumbling shuffles and wooden bangs behind a door of the church's back wall behind the corpses and altar draw her attention. Snapping her to an instant battle stance, spreading all of her hooves apart, preparing to be jumped when the door is smashed open, or she bucks it, till the voice of an unknown language speaks out, knowing full well it belonged to a human, she calmed herself. She slowly approached the door, having to jump on her hind hooves to reach the door hanging handle and, with one of her front hoofs on the door stone frame, to push herself into pull it open slowly, causing loud metallic creaking noise from the door before the sound of the loud, energetic blast hit the door where forcing her to lay flat and hide behind the door within an instant.

The voice screamed out at her, a mix of gibberish and frantic tones; she could tell they were in a panic, probably the last of his squad or group before the chaos came; she needed to be delicate at this moment and soon realized time wasn't on her side, she was still in a war after all.

She slowly poked out one of her hooves out with eyes clenched shut waiting for a reaction only to revive nothing, then slowly her other hoof and scooted her body till she poked the side of her head peeking from the edge of the door to see a young male slumped on the wall and floor, he wasn't wearing the uniform of a soldier but hat small metal plating with wax seals and hanging pieces of parchment and poorly wrapped bandages along his torso over his robes with large stains of blood, a young priest that was bidding and stuck within the war, yet in his shaken hands that pointed at her was smaller variant of the guard weapons, called a las-pistol, she needed to be careful with this human, yet slowly standing up and approaching the him, she slowly raised on of her hoofs to touch the barrel of the las-pistol and slowly push it down ward, the priest understanding the gesture of signs of the pony being not a threat calmed his breath from shaken and only layed back against the wall holding it's side tightly with a large broken wooden piece stuck inside him.

He looked at his wound with Golden Sparks following his gaze before looking around to find something to stop his bleeding. The priest, using his hands, pointed across the room he was in at another metal door that looked heavy, having a large wheel in its center and large metal bars that attached to the wheelbase; she looked back at the priest, confused by it before watching him using his blood on his hands and starts to draw two bloodied house shapes on the wall behind him and a line that connected one to the other under them.

"Tunnels?" she said aloud to the priest, looking at her, unable to understand her. The church has a hidden tunnel system under it that connects to somewhere, only to find her answer drawn to another shape the priest drew out, what could look like a castle. The tunnels led to other buildings and to the castle itself, it was her chance to return to the front and be it safely under the city of canterlot, she looked up at the human, struggling to pick himself up and speak aloud; she knew the language gap would be a difficult task, but with the information she has now, she will bare with it as best as Golden Sparks can using her own body to help lift the priest to his legs looking around to find a small broken pew piece that she picks up and offers to the priest as a crutch and he takes it kindly give her a nod before he lifts his robe revealing a sheathed knife on his boot as he held it out for her.

She nods in response, using her mouth to grab the knife's grip and unsheathed it. She watches the priest limp his way to the metal door and turn the large wheel as she looks back at the empty church she entered. Seeing the once dark be slowly lit up from the large broken window with a light ray shining through over the corpses of the masked soldier and dead beast, she only stared in awe as if it were Celestial or The human Emperor giving her a sign before the sounds of metal scrapping pierced her ears of the human pulling the heavy door open and is greeted by a dark stairway with only but barely lit by red lighting giving an eerie feeling within her withers as the priest moved its las-pistol in hand gesturing her to follow as it moved to press a button on the pistol turning on a built-in flashlight. Was this a test to her, she thought, a test of who she should trust, mankind and their God Emperor, or the light within herself guided what she calls her god, Princess Celestia?

•

Specialist Hanzel

Through corpses of all, The young Pegasus walks through it, his right wing broken, his once blue sky armor stained a light shade of pink from the mists of blood that soaked in the air; each breath the young Specialist took came with the thick coppery smell nearly choking him with the combination of ash, smoke from fires and burning dead he was alone, in the city of death, around him lay corpses of bugs, ponies and human, with crater pools of mud blood or yellow acid, and far far from him was the castle, that only burn. It was his own Tartarus, and yet he still lived in it. His heart raced to the far and near sounds of clicking hisses that roared through the flames and smoke, explosions and the human weapons firing through the air, and the rumbling tremors of the ground beneath him.

Giving up flooded his mind; what stopped him from running and high-tailing it away from canterlot? What's stopping him from abandoning all this horror and running away to some far place in Equestria only to leave this place as a dark, locked away memory? Hanzel's mind practically yelled at him these questions, yet his body only stood to stare at the carrion around him; his ears drooped, and his head lowered before looking at the bloodied mud under him to see himself staring through his helmet back to his eyes.

No, he can not run, he can't run from this; it would be suicide, let alone cowardly, all those years spent in the Pegasi camps training in aerial combat and years of studies, all those time spent on resonance overcoming forces that pass through Equestria's boarders of both sky and ground, where would they go if he ran. His mind wondered before a loud explosion crashed through one of the buildings near him; the sight of the humans flying ships in flames, the shockwave splattering the young Specialist into the mists of gore and mud, making the Hanzel curl up into a ball and cry.

It wasn't a war he was in but a slaughter; the rules for a pegasi within the recon units were: if a pegasus is grounded, then they're good dead; a pegasus that can't fly is a pegasus that can't work. He was weak, as all pegasi are with hollow bones and only magic having to control the weather, yet for him, he was naturally weak, his wings never allowing him to fly correctly, let alone be able only to hover and glide down to a softer landing from his falls, yet he never knew how it would feel to fly properly through the skies like any other pegasi; Hanzel the crippled Pegasi from birth.

The thought only made his tears flow freely at his failures: a soldier that can not fight or have the guts to stay, a pegasi that can not fly, let alone correctly hover in the air, a pony that's weak and small and in the middle of Tartarus itself, how can he even call himself a soldier if he is a failure like this. His mind flooded with this before a voice came to his mind—belonging to someone familiar.

'In war kid, the rules of survival stands only, war doesn't play fair or favorites… it doesn't play by other's rules or desires, only by who can stand and who is stronger to bear it all, not just in mind but in heart, in spirit.' The voice said as the face of a gray old unicorn with red eyes appeared in his mind. Straight Arrow, a Veteran mage, had seen war and was older than Hanzel than any guardspony he knew of. He had seen war and its horror and drawn himself back to become a medic; Hanzel would be lying if he did wish to be as courageous as him.

Then the thought of the female human guardsmen he helped early came to his mind, how even near death, with most of her body broken and blessed to be alive, the only thought that came to her mind was to continue the fight, how he asked, just like... just like the person he was originally tasked to protect. Captain Grey, how could both species bear and still have the will to fight back and think of it as survival?

Hanzel only lay there sobbing to himself before he felt something behind him touch the back of his neck, causing him to jump in fear and crawl back, his eyes puffed and red with tear trails stained on his cheeks as he turned quickly to see a human staring down at the young Specialist, he could tell by just the looks it was a male. Yet, they stood still, watching him calm down with their face-hardened but empty expressions as they looked at Hanzel and waited for him to calm down. The man didn't bare a uniform be it only his bare torso body with a harness that overlapped his shoulders to his belt, and his black cargo pants, with leather brown gloves that had his bare fingers free like his upper body and a red bandana over the large brow of around the very short hair of his head almost mistaking him to be bald. He held a long, large blade nearly as big as Hanzel's body in one of his fingerless gloved hands. As he looked up at the man, the bare muscles of the man glistened with sweat, and yet his stare soon turned warmly to the young Specialist, only to hold out his other hand openly for Hanzel; Hanzel didn't know what to think or to take the actions the man made to him yet given how he stayed knelt before him with all the horrors around him he could only look at the human man before his eyes widen to something unthinkable.

The man smiled at Hanzel. He smiled at him, not a smile of madness like Grey, not a smile of wrath or as if a bringer of war, but a warm and gentle smile, a man larger than Grey, larger than any human he had ever seen, with muscles that showed his strength a blade in one hand and barely wearing nothing but command cloth clothing. He smiled, surrounded by enemies and horrors of war and the same carnage and carrion around Hanzel; he could smile at him and offer an empty open palm to help him. Hanzel's mind raced in sheer confusion at this man; how could he smile? How could he bear all this as they were both in the war zone and still… he could smile? How was it possible?

The man could see the confusion in Hanzels and softly let out a sigh before standing up and pointing at the sky. Hanzel watched the man stand, holding up his blade at the dark sky. Following where the large blade pointed, he saw an opening within the dark clouds of Tyranid harpies and changelings. The smoke of fires and ash, and soon the explosions roared, and weapon fire all slowly faded to the sight that lit up within Hanzel's eyes. Light, the sunlight itself shining through the darkness and showing all that bares around him, yet it was warm. Resting on his body, he felt the warmth of the sun instead of fires, the gentle touch of the light that danced on his coat instead of pain from his wing and body, as the man looked at it as well and closed his eyes to feel the same light as Hanzel.

He understood now. He understood why he didn't choose to run, what Straight Arrow and the human guardsmen felt, why Hanzel decided to be a soldier, why he was here, and what this man showed him. It was no longer about survival now, but to fight to live tomorrow, protect the ones he knew and cared for, and fight for his kind, not for glory medals or even the uniform.

Hanzel looked up at the man standing over him and slowly knelt, holding his hand out again. The young Specialist took it this time and was lifted to his hooves. Though he wanted to know his name, Hanzel felt it was unnecessary to look at the man; he could almost see the story within his eyes before seeing the man slowly take a deep breath and let out a loud roaring scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AaaaAAAAAAAAAA AaaAAAAAAaaaAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAaAaAAA AaAAaaAaAAAAAAAAA AAAAaaaAAAAAAAAAA!"

The unnamed man rushed over to the main streets to the castle, jumping two times, each one higher and farther than the last, before squatting down and launching himself straight through the flaming smoke, almost as if he was flying through the very sky itself as his screaming faded away leaving only an open path through the smoke in his wake.

That made Hanzel question humans, only to be slapped by the realization of the sights of an imperial storage area ahead of him in the distance; there, he saw the large armored carriage that belonged to Grey. When he receives it, "Nova," his tank, seeing it made the young specialist Hanzel's lips curl up into a smile as now he's gotten an idea and plan that would even make Captain Grey proud of him.

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Canterlot Castle

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Oscar panted heavily at the sheer strength of Grey's strikes, only focusing on the block; the muscles in his legs shook in exhaustion, ready to give his arms sore, forcing his body to slump on his knee, his broken power sword slipping out of his hands. He stared at the Cadian sibling in imperial law, Grey, standing tall, almost unfazed by exhaustion or tiredness; Oscar knew the sheer power and strength of fighting a Cadian and how they fought, but a Kasrkin, that was something he wasn't prepared for, yet this fight only brought Oscar memories of how the two met, how he offered Grey to be a part and adopt him as his brother when he had no one, how Grey taught Oscar the fighting style art and way of Cadia before it's fall.

Memories he thanked Grey for, memories he thanked a brother Oscar wished he could've had, played in his mind. He quickly pushed himself up with his legs and swung his right fist at Grey only to watch his hand hit Grey's bionic metal palm, then grip around his fist, slowly crushing and twisting it Oscar's hand slowly cracking all four of his fingers, making Oscar scream out in pain before Grey released his hand and kicked his chest tossing him back to the ground panting from exhaustion and hissing with a tight grip on his right hand, he looked up to see "Aline" one of the Krieg twins rush at Grey armed with a Catachan pump shotgun as she fired each shot at him seeing pellets hit his heavy plate armor only to knock his whole body back as pellets bounce and ricochet off his armor denting his chest, shoulders, and legs plates.

Oscar's mind was drawn back to the days they met; it was all the same. It was a Tyranic war of Abrexes IX all over again, only this time, instead of being curled up in a trench lost beyond amid a war with giant man-eating bugs and being rescued by Cadian Kasrkin squads, he's fighting one of them. He looked up to see Aline slowly approach, dumping every shell within the shotgun before firing the last shell and using the very gun to swing the stock at Grey's helmet face plate, knocking off his helmet and revealing his face to them, seeing once purple eyes now green. He turned to look up at Aline's goggles, moving his bionic jaw before spitting out a loogie of saliva mixed with blood and a broken tooth, his brow and nose scrunching up and his bloodied mouth showing blood-stained teeth like a rabbit dog making Aline a kriegsmen take a step back at the realization her very first time hitting Grey, a man her heart raced for

Her heart sunken at the twisted face of Malic, staring her down; she tried to move back only to feel her legs be swiped from her stance, seeing Grey kick her feet. Within a second, a metal fist hit her front pack air respirator, smashing it, then the force of his punch sent her back to the ground, and the sound of her breathing turned to loud wheezes she struggled to breathe through her gas mask. Soon the sound of a hissing flame came to Grey's side with only his eye glaring to the site of the other Krieg twin, Alina aiming her flamer at him, the flamer shaking in her hands, only to see she was afraid.

A situation that one move would lead to a painful death, let alone a painful injury that would be dealt to his body, burns by promethium flame, yet that, let alone the thought of it, did not bring a flinch to Grey, he was already burnt, baptized not once but four times, once by water, twice by melta-flame and the burning of his world, the fires of Cadia when it cracked or his torture from the world, and last by the warp itself and its flame when he came to this world. He already knew this; his very body and skin stung exposed to the air, and his burns revealed torn, burnt muscles exposing his bones. Promethium flame would not bother him; he just needed a moment to move, only a second to jump. Then she came.

The sounds of cracking lasers filled the hall behind him and the horde of Tyranids and Changelings soldiers of blue sky armor and golden trims firing lasers of hotshot hell-guns, and the lady herself, Inquisitor Marya of the Ordo Hereticus, Grey's little watcher as he rotted in a cage, this was the second he needed seeing Alina's head move to see the horde of bugs turn and charge the Inquisitor's Tempestus Scion guards. Grey immediately charged Alina with his bionic hand reaching out and grabbing the nozzle guard cover of the flamer in a tight grip throwing it to aim up at the ceiling, causing Alina to squeeze the trigger, letting loose a roaring flame spewing through Greys bionic hand the very flames and residue of promethium sticking to his bionic palm and with his blade aiming at her stomach she used her free hand to grabbed the blade cutting her leather loved palm.

Felt her hand's skin slice open, drawing blood, and held it backstopping the black just an inch away from her trench coat, but slowly felt it slip in her hold as the two wrestled a flamer in hand, roaring out, held back from its kindling and the edge of a sharp blade slowly coming it its goal. Only for the sounds of a shotgun fire as Alina looked to Grey's legs, seeing a shell ejected. The site of his bionic knee plate hitting her torso, pushing her back to lose her grip on his now blood-stained blade, and watched as the blade was raised up over his head but only received the blunt hit of its pommel shattering the goggles of her mask as exposing her bright blue sky colored eyes to the world as they met his own, a tear slowly trailing down his cheek of his snarling face, showing to her.

He was holding back for them; he didn't want to kill them. He's listening and fighting back his controller, and he needed help; he needed their help.

Serina, the Tech-priest of Mars and of Inquisitor Marya, watched as the Kriegsmen's body fell to the ground, her hands gripping her head in pain and her sister crawling over to her kin with a hand wrapped tightly around her torso showing x-rays of their bodies a cracked skull and three fractured rips, as for Oscar's four fingers shattered and puncturing through the skin of his hand, this would be both his and her first time seeing the eyes of a Kriegsmen alive revealed only for her bionic gaze to return to Grey still standing over them all before turning his the flamer held by its glowing burning nozzle guard cover slowly crushed and bent to a nonfunctioning degree in his now searing glowing burning bionic hand, the tarantula turret had completed but didn't fire at Grey under the command of Serina's code and of a friendly target in its range as it aimed was set behind him at the Tyranids and changelings.

She couldn't do it. Her processor core unit beat slowly and felt heavy at the thought of shooting him; her mind made near-infinite calculations, equations, and theories to stop and detain him, yet all led to him or one of his comrades or herself dying either by his hands or her own in which only one calculation came to her head. It was to halt the turret from firing and focus on her defense and the defense of Oscar and the Krieg twins; after all, she made her promise to them. She stood there in front of the remaining guardsponies and pony's guests from the wedding and watched in horrific awe before Grey turned his back to them all and walked out to the hall and charged with the Tyranids and changelings, rushing to the Scions and Inquisitor Marya.

'We are running out of time, pet, our tendril has been cut... End this, now.' The voice of his Queen spoke in many voices with Grey's mind as he nodded his head.

"Yes... my queen." He said with hatred in his tone, rushing towards the laser laser las-shots of the Scions.

Through broken windows and open cracks of the castle, the site of flaming astartes drop pods of black and white rained from the skies, followed by churches, and imperial navy Thunderbolts and Lighting fighter crafts soared through the skies of flying nids and changelings followed by Marauder Bomber escorting an astartes Thunderhawk as the bomber rained down a hail of bombs on the Tyranid filled streets and castle grounds with their bodies burning and flying through the air, before from the city emerged the Tyranid mawloc with a Lemen Russ tank lodged within its five jawed mouth crushing it down in an explosion before spitting it out and slithered through the city streets like a snake through the grass. The invasion was coming to an end. The tendril of Hive Fleet Behemoth under the control of Queen Chrysalis had severed, and it was only a matter of time. The QueenQueen watched from the ball of the wedding ceremony with the capture of Princess Celestia entrapped within a cocoon along with real Princess Cadence and her Captain Shining Armor under her control. It was all perfect, just as she wanted.

The castle of Canterlot will be hers, and soon the capital of her new empire, the empire of her hive, then the world as the first counite of her hive fleet. The thought made him laugh as her drones opened the door, bringing her the captured elements of harmony; let us hope the author can try to match their personalities well to the original and have them fit with this part of this story.

"You are too late little ponies; the city has fallen, your human "friends" are dying, the reception is already canceled, you failed haha." She said mockingly as she looked at the Tyranids around her and her drones before the screaming sounds of the imperial guard and cackling laser shots echoed through the hall.

"Go! Feed! Kill them all!" She roared out as the changelings and Tyranids charged through the wedding halls with the double doors closing behind them. She caught Twilight's and her friends' attention with a light chuckle.

"It's funny, really; Twilight here was SUSpicious of my behavior all along. Even try to gotten close with that little "hooman" freak friend of hers to stop me, almost that is." She said, using her carapace hoof to grab Twilight's face to look up at her, only for her to smack it away.

"Too bad the rest of you were too caught up in your wedding planning to realize her SUSpicions were correct. I even got time to understand the "hoomans" more... independently." She said, buzzing her wings and licking her lips, remembering the night she tasted Grey's love essences and his body within hers, causing Twilight and her friends to give a collective disgusted and confused look at her.

"And whats that suppose to mean?" Rainbow cheeped in, seeing Chrysalis looking back at them, giving a devious smile.

"Oh well, while little poor Twilight ran when she found out about my little spell, I made that once freak into my pet toy and had him rut me like the true animal he is." She said, making all Twilight's friends, Cadence, Celestia, and even poor young Spike, recoil in sheer cringe and disgust. Rarity's face turned a shade of green as she held her hoof to her mouth. Her cheeks swelled up along with pink before she let out the sounds of vomit off-screen, with Applejack covering her disgust with her hate, Rainbow Dash only cringing at Chrysalis along with Twilight as Fluttershy only stared through Chrysalis and beyond to the information of her receiving Grey's dick and not her let alone seeing his entire naked body, Celestia's face turn to a shade of red and soon to a red snarl of anger as she struggled to move within her cocoon prison and Spike only to cover his ears with his hands trying to forget all that was said.

"Sorry Twi' we shoulda' listenin to you." Applejack said to Twilight, recovering from the horrific imaginations of Grey on Chrysalis.

"It's alright, it wasn't your girl's fault, she fooled everyone." Twilight said as Chrysalis strutted over to a broken window only to see flaming objects and more human ships in the sky, thinning out the swarm of Tyranids and her drones swarming the skies.

"What is- no... No!"

•

Centurion Golden Sparks

Within the tunnels underneath the city of Canterlot, Centurion Golden Sparks, along with the young imperial priest plunged into darkness, make their way through the underbelly of the city, soon coming to the beginnings of Canterlot's sewer system; only the beam of light from the priests las-pistol illuminate the way to stone sidewalks and wooden bridges stone flooring over the flowing waters between them that reeked in a mix of blood and fecal matter. Golder Sparks looked across and followed the light that the priest shined his pistol over. Hearing the hissing roars and rumbles above them, the priest only limped through the tunnels, followed by Golden Sparks mumbling more unknown words to himself, believing to be prayers to the human god emperor. This was a test, she believed, to see which light to follow through and choose what her faith would become and be, for she thought to herself each step they made echoed through the tunnels of the sewers, a labyrinth of darkness with metal rusting pipes, the sounds of rats and drips of water is what surrounded them, yet the feeling of safety wasn't assured something wasn't right. The priests came to a stop in his place to a symbol on the stone walls drawn in bright red paint, a symbol with a horseshoe and what looked like half of a creature, almost like an insect that took the other half of the horseshoe with the imperial Aquilla behind it. Then the sounds of human footsteps echoed behind them as both turned Golden sparks, readying in a battle stance; the priest aimed his pistol out to the sound but was only greeted by nothing but the darkness and stone illuminated by the light.

The priest slowly moved the light to look around them, seeing the tunnel they followed now split into three separate ways. Golden Sparks looks up to the priest as if asking him for directions. The priest's eyes focused on the tunnels before shining the light to the right tunnel and nodding slowly to her before holding a finger to his lips. Golden Sparks caught his sign before the two slowly entered the darkness. Golden Sparks's ears flick around for any sound to be heard but struggle with the excessive war above ground only for a large tremor that shocked the very ground beneath them, causing the priest to fall onto the dirty stone wall, dropping his pistol and Golden Sparks to struggle to stay standing to the loud roaring sound that came from one of the tunnels behind them. The light of the priest's pistol turned off, leaving both in pitch darkness as the priest talked out with his hands all over the floor, trying to find his weapon.

Golden Spark's ears flicked to the sounds of clicking and strange steps in front of them, with the priest's hands rubbing franticly all over the floor, his voice getting louder with panic as he slowly grew to scream out words. Soon, the clicking noise and steps grew louder and closer before the priest found the grip of his las-pistol, grabbing it quickly before pointing the barrel to the noise source. The fingers of his shaking hand fumbled to the flashlight, pressing the button to turn it only to be greeted by the light flickering on and off; the light must've been damaged when he dropped it as both saw a creature that was shown by the flickering light at the end of the lights beam, the beast looked humanoid, yet something was different. With every flicker, Sparks could slowly make out its features. Each flicker only made her heart slowly race; it was huge; it looked like one of the giant beasts she had seen with a red and blue carapace body, yet it stood on two legs.

It stood taller than her, taller than the priest, taller than any of the humans she'd seen; the light flickered again, showing two arms, each with a giant blade claw and two fingers on its sides, no wait... four arms. Soon, she could see a faint glow on what looked like the creature's large bulbous head and the yellow glow of its eyes; the light flickered to show only a moment of its face; it didn't have a mouth, only several long, almost tentacles as its other two hands were pressed against the sides of its head. The sound of the priest's hand smacking the light as he watches with Golden Sparks before screaming out and hitting the light as it stops flickering, and he shines it back at where the creature stood, only for both to see nothing but the darkness once again. And slowly move the light around them, seeing the same dirty stone walls and floor with the rancid sewer water between both stone sidewalks as the priests look down at Sparks, only for the priest's chest to be impaled by a giant claw causing him to scream and Golden Sparks to drop the knife in her mouth to scream with him watching as the priests get lifted dropping his pistol on the ground and give light to the creature that towered over her. Soon, two pairs of glowing eyes appeared from the darkness around them; the light shining behind the creature showed humans still in their uniforms but with their eyes glowing yellow eyes. As the creature hissed out its roar, forcing Golden Sparks to grab the las-pistol and gallop back the way she came from, hearing the water emerged with steps and the sounds of running footsteps behind her as she galloped as much as her hooves could take her before the fore the voice of the priest screamed out one word, one final word that she heard Grey and other humans let out so many times yet something else carried by that cry.

"Avē Imperātor! Ave eques!"

He screamed out the sounds of his pain carried with him almost as if telling her to find an exit and finally find a letter to a covered sewer lid, only to quickly climb the ladder and look back to shining the light at the coming waves of yellow glowing eyed humans rushing towards her trampling over each other as they all screamed in unison forcing Golden Sparks to use her hoof to knocking the cover open and to be blinded by suns bright light and quickly pulling herself out of the sewers and into the open before shutting the hole with the cover lid before a loud rumble that shocked under her to the explosions of the sounds mixed with hissing screams under pony hole lid. She only looked down at the lid, thinking about the priest and what he had done before letting out a sigh and the sounds of shouting ahead, looking back down at the pony hole cover and galloping to the shouting.

'I could only pray you made it out alive, so I may thank you properly friend.'

•

Princess Luna the only ruler left standing within the cities center addressing high Knight, officers and Grand Mages around her along with some imperial ranked leaders around with their complicated communicating devices yelling into microphones as the skies rained fire and falling churches with metal ships soaring with pegasi Sky Warriors, Thunder Strikers and even the weather teams of cantorlot using the very clouds as blockades and their lighting causing large amounts of changelings to suffer and fear of the Tyranids to fall from the skies, even some of the human guardsmen setting up their large long barreled weapons with metal priests building them up and firing explosions into the sky with their metal charetes, around was large bags with their giant guns all around making a large perimeter and far from them a large burning pile of changelings and the Tyranids corpses with four soldiers, one welding their weapons with a knife mounted at their ends stabbing the corpses heads and chests then two grabbing the bodies and tossing them with the pile while the last armed with their fire breathing weapons burn them, crude and brutal for the guardsponies yet they knew it was for them and the humans, for their all their safety. A pony guard soon approached one of the officers as one approached Luna.

"Your majesty, one of the solar knights of Celestia can be found outside the premises, and... she looked like she saw somethings reporting saying their are beasts within our swerves now." The pony officer said, only getting a sigh and Luna shaking her head in disappointment.

"Bring them in. We- I wish to speak to them." She said, keeping up with her everyday speech of Equestria's new language, only to see one of the knights tasked by her sister to guard Grey. Seeing them take their helmets off, she could see bruising scratches, the smell of fecal matter, and one of the human pistol weapons still gripped in her mouth with her eyes building up dark circles and nearly sunken in and a cold, empty gaze as she set her helmet to the ground and salutes to Luna.

"Centurion Golden Sparks, speak to us your report." She ordered, watching Golden Sparks drop her salute and set the las-pistol next to her helmet, returning to her attention stand.

"Your Highness I was within the front line during the attacked tasked with supporting the human gaurdsmen only entrapped in the inner city moving through allies and lines of the humans before the horde slaughtered through them, having to force my path through one of their churches, and... I-" She paused for a moment closing he eyes before taking a breath to calm herself. "I wasn't alone, one of the humans priests was with me though injured they pushed along with me on their guard as we took one of tunnels under their church that led to the sewer system. There we saw a monster unlike anything I and probably you might've ever seen along with other humans, but it looked like they were under its control." She finished as Luna looked into her eyes, then down at las-pistol next to her helmet, closing her eyes before returning her gaze at Golden Sparks.

"My condolences, Centurion, unfortunately, this "Beast" will have to wait for now. Thou may take refuge and rest within our premises as we plan on reclaiming the castle." She watched Golden Sparks grab her helmet and the las-pistol before a Knight pointed on the south side of the city center, drawing the attention of all the guardmen and ponies.

"Incoming from one of the human's armored chariot coming from the south!" He announced as all the equestrian and imperial guards rushed to their southern perimeter to see a large multi-barreled and gun tank approaching. All the guardsmen aimed and readied their weapons and shouted at the tank as the equestrian guard stood by their sides holding weapons of the guard, be it blades, lasers and heavier ranged weapons, only to see the tank slowly turn and crash into one of the destroyed buildings finally coming to stops stuck within the builds basements stare casing as the imperial guards rushed over to it climbing on to the tank shouting at it expecting to get more of their soldier's voices only for both Luna and Golden Sparks along with other equestrian hearing the voice of pony knocking on the doors behind one of the side guns. Two imperial guardsmen moved on both sides, with one hand gripping the lever of the hatch and the other armed with their laser weapons. Both nodded, with the one opening the hatch and the other aiming the gun into the door, only to see Hanzel fall out with a thud on the dirt, coughing and wheezing, struggling to catch his breath with Golden Spark rushing to him, dropping the las-pistol next to him.

"Celestia's holy sun Hanzel what the buck were you doing in that thing?!"

"I-... hugh oh buck, I managed to find, Grey's-... cough Grey's tank thing... and tried to... get to... castle." He wheezed out, coughing with thick black smoke coming out of the tanks inside as the guardsmen rushed inside it along with several tech priests holding incense burners waving around the tank and holy oil containers sprinkling the oil on the tanks hull and speaking in mechanical beeps and noises, trying to calm the raging machine spirit within it form being touch and used by a xeno.

Luna only gazed at Specialist Hanzel rather than the tank that belonged to Grey, admiring its armor and multiple weapons as Golden Sparks took off Hanzel's helmet, smacked the top of his head, and hit his back. "By the sun, Hanzel, do you even know how to work, let alone use this thing?"

"Not, not really... but I found out I'm a self-learner and so far managed to make it turn and go... just uh, not stop." He responded, catching his breath before a shadow flew overhead all the guardsmen and guardsponies to a sizeable flying church with several giant human crafts landing near and on the eastern and northern openings of their secured permitter along and many more that landed farther out in the city where most of the changelings and Tyranids are located as large metal ships crashed landed to the ground along the city. One within their permitter, having colors of black and white before multiple doors open on dropping down to the sight of black armored metal giant warriors with red glowing eyes welding glowing swords and shields decorated with skulls and one with a human skeleton on it the ponies recognized the soldiers being the space marines yet they were different from the ones they know of along with different color armor. One of them had their armor more decorated in gold and red emblems and sealed parchments with a white robe that covered its chest plate and a long large sword chained to its wielder arm with a golden laurel around their helmet, as the real eye-catcher was the golden spiked ring attached to their back hanging over their head glowing brightly almost mimicking halo; all their shoulder plates were the only colors being white on their nearly all black armor with a black cross symbol on each one left shoulder plates. The guardsmen all rushed over and cheered for their arrival as the Equestrian guard watched in awe at such warriors before the ships known to the ponies as Valkyrie transport ships hovered over the area and roads, the doors on their sides and end opening to drop ropes and numerous guardsmen in the same 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 followed by one of each shield and sword-wielding blacked armor armored space marines as the more decorated glowing one stayed.

Yet as the flying church landed, its double doors opened to large, tall, golden, and red-trimmed armor warriors. Yet Luna and the Equestrian guard were different; they had similar armor styles to the Space Marines but were still smaller and bared feminine features on their plating with edged shoulder plating. Each one bared a weapon identical to the space marines. Yet, most of them had strange weaponry or carried more of their fire-throwing weapons, some decorated in burning braziers on their armor; others wore only robes, patches of cloth, and parchment holding giant swords of their serrated moving teeth that Grey referred to them as chain-swords. One of the armored females, older, by the looks of her unmasked face and white hair, held a book, yelling at the unarmed and using a whip to whip them into running with the guard following behind them in pursuit. This confused all who watched them as the armored females fell within the lines of the defense permitter or split off throughout the city.

Till what could be described as the very sun in their eyes the ponies were blinded as all the cheers of the guardsmen soon came silenced as many and even Luna shielded and closed their eyes tightly before their eyes adjusted to the bright light at the sight of a human hovering above the ground with golden armor a sword in on and and a long spear in the other, two beautiful large white feathered wings that stretched out and flapped slowly and ever so gracefully on their back keeping them hovered off the ground their long red hair flowing under their laurel crowned helmet and only a metal silvered masked with blood tears trailing down its face, Luna almost rushed at the being believing it were Grey coming to her aid yet the moment she took a step her body stopped her, that was not Grey it may bare his face as a mask but she knew it wasn't him the masked shown a face of Grey as if all the metal attachments and wounds healed yet seeing that mask made Luna's heart fluttered then to the thought of how Grey would look fully healed, adequately nourished and cared for give his charming features within her imaginations, only to shake her thoughts away to the sight of all the guard kneeling, bowing praying or reaching out to the being as they were followed by more of the female armored warriors and priests, with flying human... mechanical children and floating human skulls.

"Who among you is of highest command?' The angelic being asked as Luna sighed, looking away, and... wait, she understood him. The ponies all looked at this one human, this angel, as he spoke in a soft, warm, and calming tone, understanding all his words and every letter he spoke aloud. Luna only gazed, mouth agape at the being, as one of the guardsmen officers pointed out to Luna and talked to him. He nodded and said his thanks before his feet landed on the ground, and he calmly approached Luna, his beautiful wings folding in on his back, and he stood towering over her. Her body felt compelled to fall on and lay on the ground in a bow, yet she only breathed through her nostrils and eased herself. As his voice spoke once more to her, she talked to the human literal angel as the decorated armor space marine stood by his side looking down at Luna, feeling a cold and hateful stare through their red glowing eyes stabbing into her very being.

"My greetings Pony, if that is what you wished to be called?" He asked as Luna opened her mouth, catching a quick breath and thinking of her response.

"A-and Our greetings to thee. We, along as our subjects, would give thou proper royal greetings to your welcoming, but alas, Our home comes to fall and ruin on thine arrival. We would ask for your forgiveness on this behavior." The angel and the space marine watched, taking in every word she spoke, and stared up at her, only to get a light chuckle from the angel.

"Worry not, we come form our own in their destress call, and come to aid on liberating this invasions, for now. But are you of the current rulers and high ranked in command?" The angel asked as Luna bowed her head in a single nod to him.

"That we are, we are Princess Luna, Alicorn Princess and co-ruler of this world and Equestria." She prompted proudly as the angel looked to the black space marine and got a nod in his response.

"It is my honor and pleasure to meet and be welcomed to Equestria your majesty, I am Holy Saint Mallius Abel Gorar, Saint of the Cadian sector, with me is Emperors Champion Lothair Brichtus of the black templars under the command of High Marshals Niedrich Frederus Goraldus, High Marshal Helbrecht. who offered one hundred and forty-four of his brother astartes with the Order of the Ebon Chalice offering fifty sisters to the defense and two thousand guardsmen, as well as Lord Inquisitor Sturhof of the ordo Maledictum, offering his guidance and watch." He said to her as the sky rained more of the metal falling ship burning through the skies, seeing and counting nineteen others. The sky flooded with human air vassals littered with explosions and burning bodies of the Tyranid bodies falling from the skies above the city.

Two thousand human soldiers with fifty warriors under the faith of their god and a hundred forty-four space marines to aid in their defense of Luna; this was enough to even take over the lands of Equestria or even the world itself if they so chose to. Yet as much as Luna's mind raced to the thought of not her but her sister's hold on the city, followed by the thought of the world falling to their rule, she couldn't reject the defense offerings, only to let out a sigh of relief and ease.

"Then all We can do is give most Gratification to Thee and of the Imperium's offering to our world Cai-." She paused herself, staring at the silvered mask, admiring the familiarity and young invasions of Grey. With a slip of her tongue that did not go unnoticed by the saint under his mask, his eyes widened, and his calm, hidden face turned to a gaze of intense sorrow, pain, and terrifying joy.

"Holy Saint Mallius Abel Gorar and Champion Niedrich." Luna corrected herself before turning to her equestrian guard as they all stared at her and the two giants towering over her.

"Soldiers of Equestria, We ask thee... Who does thou serve, the throne or Equestria? She roared out in her Canterlot voice as it echoed through the explosions in the skies as the guardsponies around her remained silent. "Do thou hear us!" She let out as all the guardsponies, along with Golden Sparks and Hanzel looking up at her, roared out 'Yes!' in response in perfect unison.

"Thine answer is the two sisters, serve your Princess as we take back our castle, homes, and worlds! We, Princess Luna, returning Co-ruler and sister of Princess Celestia, ask of thee! Speak with us so all hear thee!" Luna said with her magic, grabbing a beautifully designed sword magic. Its blade glowed, land glimmered like the shining stars, and the full moon in the night sky as its guard was shaped of her moon as the guard ponies roared, 'Our castle, Our home, Our World.'

"Louder, my ponies! Come for M,e aliens. Come for Us all! For the Princesses! For the Equestrian Guard! For Equestria!" Luna Roared out as every guardspony Roared out, 'Our castle, Our home, Our World.' Once again, she roared 'Princess Luna' as she aimed her blade at Canterlot Castle.

"Come my ponies, with me to the castle." She ordered as all the Equestrian Guard roared their battle cries and hailed to two princesses armed with blades and some with the imperial guards' las-guns in magic or by wings with some modified poorly without their trigger guards removed for the earth ponies' hoofs to grip and pull the trigger by the tech-priests. Or found with them broken. Hanzel looked over to Golden Sparks, putting her helmet back on only to place a hoof on her shoulder plate, catching her attention before she joined the charging line to the castle gate and throne room as he looked back to the tank that belonged to Grey as her gaze followed with his before franticly shaking her head.

"Hanzel, no. You barely know how to use that thin, let alone operate it, and I remember you crashed it here." Golden Spark said to Hanzel, planting her hoof against his chest plate only for Luna to see them and approach them.

"Centurion Spark, just listen to my plan at the very least." He said as Golden Sparks lifted the plating of her helmet open to give him a judgment and sass as he weakly smiled and chuckled of unease.

"If ye plan to use his 'Tank' in charge, then we wish to partake within this plan of Thines Specialist Hanzel." Princess Luna said next to the two, spooking them as they turned and stood at full attention to her in salute.

"Uh, Your Majest, wee were just preparing to move out by your order." Golden Sparks said to her, only to raise her brow at them both, expressing the would 'really' to their faces as she looked at Hanzel.

"Speak of thous plan, Specialist." She commanded as Hanzel gazed at Princess Luna and Golden Sparks before taking a back, breathing it out slowly.

"Your majesty, my plan was to use the tank owned by Captain Grey to ram through the hoard of the aliens and changelings an,d if possible, the castle's walls, though I beg a thousand apologies for all damagestoo the castle... Princess all the more to find Captain Grey and another imperial human, given most of which were in the castle during the wedding." He said with a shaky tone seeing Princess Luna's eyes shit to glare before looking out to the castle.

"Hmm, We will allow this plan to unfold if you take us aboard this 'destructive' rescue plan of Cain- uhm, Captain Grey." Luna stuttered in her own words, quickly recovering herself as Golden Sparks and Hanzel looked at each other, confused but shaking it off as all three moved to Grey's tank.

Only for the loud hissing roar and the ground shaking beneath them as all eyes looked to see the snake creature of the Tyranid mawloc rising out from under the city and slithering through the streets and under it a horde of nothing but a sea of red and blue claws and maws of only Tyranids and the center beast of them all, to the ponies and Princess Luna, a giant beast stood amongst them, practically the largest of them all under the mawloc. It bared four giant arm-like limbs with two giant long scythe blades that stabbed the very ground and two enormous claws under them, yet the catcher of this beast, out of all the other Tyranids, was the scar on the left side of its face, showing the bare bone under its carapace and an empty eye socket that only showed darkness as it staring into its soul. The apex predator of them all, even of the largest snake-like mawloc, the pack leader. Yet to the imperials, this beast bared a name and a reputation amongst the guard and all who ever see it and its scar.

"Old One Eye, A pleasure to finally meet you, xeno, and a pleasure to kill you." Saint Abel said as he unfolded his wings and flapped to hover in the air, extending his arms and pointing the blade of his sword and spear at Old One Eye. Luna looked at him, then the beast, wondering where to stay or where to take the castle until she heard the saint's voice speak to her, not removing his gaze from the beast.

"Go, you and your soldiers have a castle to take back, a home to defend and reclaim. This one is under the responsibility of the imperium. Now take your home, Princess." He said, a small smile curling on her muzzle as she turned, joining Hanzel and Golden Sparks, a few of their imperial guard, and two squads of the Ebon Chalice. Following behind the Lemen Russ Punisher class pattern tank. Finally, Saint Abel thought in his own mind; eleven years, eleven years of sheer endless pain, endless sorrow, regret, and self-doubt of his past and what he has given to his brother, he has finally found him after all this time. Now, he may let loose and release this mountain of self-hate and pain onto a beast that is deserving of such pain.

"Saint if you'd mind, I would like to take this beast in your honor, save your blades for your true target; holy saint." Champion Niedrich said to Saint Abel in a jesting tone, causing Abel to let out a light chuckle.

"If that's the case, then Champion, then I think my target can wait a little longer. Besides, I wouldn't want you taking my prize after I take my target." Abel mocked the Champion as both ready themselves in a battle stance with Abel sheathing his sword and gripping his spear with both hands as five Black Templar Sternguard, with one wielding a melta-gun, two with bolters, and two wielding power-swords and storm shields, stood behind Niedrich.

"The first one to take its head will get to keep it on a mantle." He toned, challenging the Champion as Old One Eye, following the wave of behemoth tyranid charging ahead as the mawloc slithered behind Old One Eye as all let out a roaring screech, with Saint Abel and Champion Niedrich charging the Tyranids followed by the five Black Templar Sternguards.

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Grey only stood, his blade coated in the blood of what was six Tempestus Scions now his blade lodged in the chest of their squad leader, looking up with a snarl at Grey's dead stare face before grabbing his bionic hand and pulling him closer to Grey. "Ready for another sca-" The scion squad leader was interrupted as his head exploded in a cloud, splattering blood on Grey's face as Grey's bionic right eye built in las-gun shot his head with Grey licking off a corner of his mouth the blood before spitting it out.

"Nice try with my trick, but rest knowing you're not even worth eating as a corpse." He muttered before sliding the corpse off his blade and standing over six Tempestus Scion corpses glaring at Inquisitor Marya, slowly holding his blade to point at her and turning its power generator on, making the blade glow and the spark of power with its wrathful engine ready to kill.

"Hmph, and here I thought I would get to know you Captain… but then either way you would've been dead under my watch."

"I'm already dead as is… what more can I be." He said as the two circled each other amidst corpses of humans and tyranids, waiting for one to make the first move. Marya to break the silence between them.

"Why, Grey, why fall this low and kill your own just for an alien kind that would even eats it's own kin with other aliens that change their forces and with heretical powers? Why now and from all the time when you had the chance?" Marya asked, only to see the still-dead gaze of Grey and his burnt-glowing green eye.

"Do you know who you are even?" She asked, making both stop in the place as Grey's eye twitched at that question. Oh, of course, he knew who he was, did he? But why was he fighting his kin, his own? Why was he doing this? His mind wandered to the question as he rested his burnt black bionic palm on his head, feeling a pain in his mind.

"I… I-I was betrayed, betrayed, and bare false cri-" He groaned a painful growl as he held his head, the feeling of his mind being sliced apart and drilled as his brain pounded against his skull, feeling claws and teeth slice, stab, and tear apart his very being.

"Grey…" Mary spoke softly to him, holding out a plasma pistol at his body. "Who do you serve?" She asked in a bleak tone as Grey only fell to his knee, gripping his head with both his bionic hands and still holding the grip of his sword, the sparking wrath dying down.

"I-I am.. The… man-k-kind.” He hissed out, dropping his blade, and Inquisitor Mary watched.

"Who are you," she said, clouding her voice as Oscar with Tech-priest Serina and both Krieg twins Alina and Aline came to the sight of Grey and Inquisitor Marya.

"I-I am Grey…" He uttered, feeling his mind tear apart as the feeling of blades danced and moved across his skin. His eyes closed tightly, and his bloodied teeth clenched.

"Who was the man that was born on Cadia Prime." Oscar chimed in with Serina looking at Grey, her bionic vision showing x-rays of his heart elevating in a hundred and twenty-eight beats per minute with signs and data screens showing signs of his consciousness rising to extreme levels, mentality showing as zero.

"Who is the man that remained loyal despite bearing sins and crimes and the judgment of all no matter the cost," Serina yelled out to him as she slowly moved his legs to stand up.

"Who was the man that had nearly every bone in his body broken and still fought to protect others!" Alina screamed out, her voice being heard through her broken goggles as her sister spoke in her Krieg tongue.

"Vho vas da true-vorn Cadian, zaving all un hold dear in hiz hart!" Aline's muffled screams roared out in her head, Krieg accent but the weak, low, gothic tongue, making Grey fall to his knees again, and his bionic hand reached for his sword as they all screamed at him in unison.

"Who are you!" His eye snapped open, and he roared out a screaming mix of pain and rage, his grip squeezing the grip of his blade to bring the power engine to life. It sparked wild and madly.

'Forget all… protect… serve your queen!'

Chrysalis's voice echoed in his mind as all braced for a swing from him. Marya charged the plasma shot to kill Grey, only for all to see him stab the ground beneath him, cracking the floor under them and squatting down both of his bionic legs built in four gauge shotguns fired into the ground and causing the floor to collapse under them all and fall to the ground floor of the castle. Falling on rubble and debris, Grey quickly stood to his legs and ran. Crossing paths with an imperial guardsman, Lemen Russ Punisher's tank crashes through the stone walls of the castle, followed by companies of guardsmen behind it.

"Cease him, by order of The Holy Inquisition. I demand the capture of that guardsman!" Marya yelled out, standing up and running after Grey with the Guardsmen behind her. Oscar left to help Serina, and the Kreig twins picked themselves up with Alina, wrapping Aline's arm around her neck and carrying her as all followed in pursuit.

"Come on; He's still in there, we just need to get him out… emperor please guide us and guide Grey, please."

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Soon, Chrysalis looked back at the elements of harmony, seeing her hive fall and thin out by the reinforcement of the coming humans, snarling at them, only to see Twilight free Cadence from her bindings.

"Quick, go to Shining Armor while she's distracted," Twilight whispered as Cadence saw her fiancé's tears in her eyes, looking into his glowing yellow eyes, seeing him not even notice or react to her right before him. He was trapped within his mind, and she could do nothing but watch and let her tears flow down her cheeks at the thought of losing her love, all those she held dear, and soon the world to monsters with so many lives taken. The thought alone made her tears bitter and painful as they flowed, only to wrap her hooves around Shining Armor's withers and hold him tightly in painful sorrow. Only for her horn to spark before it let out a magical heart to cast in the air. Twilight and her friends watched as the heart glided through the air onto her brother and into his horn, causing it to glow pink, and soon, the yellow glow of his eyes faded away to reveal his blue eyes crossed eye before blinking and shaking his head Shining Armor's vision filled with the colors of his fiancé mane and her pink coat hugging him tightly.

"Cadence..." He uttered, making Cadence's eyes open, pulling back to see his eyes looking at him, the real him, free from Chrysalis's Spell as the crying mare's face slowly filled with joy. "Wha- whats going on? Did we finish the wedding?"

He asked, but the sounds of the doors of the wedding hall burst open, and there was a panting Grey in full armor with a sword in his metal hands with the elements staring at him and backing away as Chrysalis slammed in front of Cadence and Shining Armor with Grey standing behind her his back turned to her as he focused on both the door and the elements. "It's all over; the Humans have no remaining leaders besides my pet; Canterlot burns in ruins, and I still have power. I still have time to take all that will be mine."

"Shining Armor! Your Spell quickly cast and perform your Spell!" Twilight yelled, only to cause Chrysalis to laugh at the idea.

"Don't you understand, little pony? All is lost; you have failed just as I have-" The sounds of rumbling as the castle shakes cause the elements, Shining Armor and Cadence, to look around as Chrysalis buzzed her wings to fly in the air, looking around the rumbling to be one of her controlled Tyranids only to close her eyes and sense nothing close or near as Grey stared at the wall slowly turning to face it.

"What is that infernal noise!" Chyrsalis's eyes open only for the wall to burst open to a sizeable multi-barreled cannon mounted on the human armored vehicle and stopping in place before muffles yelling his heard from within it; a hatch on the top of the cannon swinging open to the surprise of Princess Luna jumping out in the air her wings outstretched with her sword unsheathed and pointed at Chrysalis; a death glare focused at the Queen of the changelings. "That is Princess Infernal noise to thee tyrant!"

Chrysalis snarled, landing behind Grey as the two backed up to the sight of guardsmen's companies rushing in to surround both Grey and Chrysalis with equestrian guardspoines moving close, the guardsmen aiming las-guns, melta-guns, shotguns, auto-guns, plasma, grenade launchers, missile launchers, and flamers all at Grey as every guardsmen's eyes were focused on him knowing what he has done, the treasonous actions he committed and the aiding of the xeno Tyranid alien hive fleet, a cardinal sin against not just the throne or the imperium but to both Mankind and the God Emperor himself. The lines of guardsmen slowly split to make way for Commander Oscar, his twin assistants Aline and Alina, Inquisitor Marya with tech-priest Serina followed by Grey's personal equestrian bodyguards all present as Princess Luna Lands behind them, her blade aimed to only Chrysalis as both Inquisitor Marya and Luna stepped forward in front of the surrounding crowd of imperial guns.

"Chrysalis you have failed and are surrounded surrender and we can promise you a painful capture."
"Xeno you have failed and are surrounded surrender and we can promise you a painless death."

Both Inquisitor and Princess Luna said at the snarling Queen Chrysalis before she hissed out and roared out at them with her eyes glaring in every direction, coming to no plan of escape; if she ran, she would be filled with more holes than what she has on her hooves if she flew, she would fall dead within a blink of the eye let alone her meat shield of a human Grey looked like he was about to drop his nose panting with a trail of blood running down the corner of his mouth and over his metal jaw and his armor showing scratches and few dents that looked from both imperial guard, Tyranid, and Changeling. But only soon did her eyes glow yellow, and her surroundings of humans and guns faded to black around her, almost similar to how her hive found the Tyranids and when she looked into the Tyranid's mind only to have her mind meet with the hive mind of behemoth as the voice of near infinite maws, and hissing echoed to her brain that rattled her head.

"Failure... false queen... lost... alone... no usefulness..."

"No... No!" Chrysalis roared out, pointing at Inquisitor Marya and Princess Luna. "Kill them beast! Kill them all!" Chrysalis roared out; her horn glowed a bright flame burning a perfect ring of green flames that burnt all the surrounding guardsmen, as they all roared out in blazing agony, their bodies flesh and muscle-melting off of now black charred burnt bones and dust, leaving Inquisitor Marya, Serina, both Krieg twins and Oscar to be shielding. Still, the Equestrian guard mages and Princess Luna cast their shield spells as the roaring flames flowed past them and seared the corpses of humans. Grey then charged Marya, swinging his sword over his head, only for the blade to be blocked by Princess Luna's blade in her magic over Marya as she glanced at Luna, who smiled at her before both returned their gaze to Grey.

Returning his blocked attacked with their own and Grey immediately using his power sword to block Marya's swing and his Bionic hand to hit Luna's Sword by the blade deflecting it as it bounced off his metal arm only curl his bionic fist only to punch his swords flat, creating an electric sparking explosion, the shockwave sending both Luna Marya and Grey back his bionic feet grinding against the castle stone marble floor only his legs to bent and the sounds of a gunfire below him sending him flying straight back at Marya using both of his legs built in four gauge shotguns recoil to bounce back from the shockwave his blade held high with both hands gripping its handle and slamming the blade over Marya having to us both of her hands to hold her swords grip and flat just to block Grey's strike and guide the blade to slide to her side and hit the ground stabbing the stone floor with a clean cracking floor as she watched in horrific awe only to see the fist of Greys metal hand hit her chest plate yet the impact as if taking an artillery shell blast to the face knocking the very air from her lungs as her gets thrown to the ground struggling to breath and get air into her lungs as Luna gallops Grey charging him with her swords blade aiming to his legs to cripple him yet as her face only agonizing anger, at the thought of hurting him, a friend that she trusted and known enough and learned their dreams, their life, they ways. It hurt her just as much as she watched her blade pierce his left thigh from behind, the blade cutting straight through his muscle and flesh but scraping his bone to only pierce through the other side and with her horn stabbing under Grey's left arm through the exposed opening under his armor and into his shoulder dragging his body to the fall on his knee as she watched and hears filled with the roars of his pain only for her vision to be taken by the feeling a blunt metal hit to her head as Grey swung his left arm watching the bionic elbow of his metal forearm strike her and throw her off him her horn ripping out from under his arm and her magic hold on her sword disappears as her body is tossed away.

He moves his arm slowly to grab her swords grip and begin to pull the blade out from his thigh as the blade sinks from the side of his thigh and pull out from its gapping entrance blood flowing freely as he pants looking up to the coughing Marya rolling over to her hands and knees coughing up blood from her lungs and wheezing in breaths between each cough as Grey slowly stands up to his bionic feet, Oscar Alina and Aline and Serina quickly rushed over but were stopped by a lighting bolt striking the floor in front of them seeing it come from Queen Chrysalis and giving an opening to Grey's personal Equestian body guards as they charged Chrysalis only to see Greys left pal bent up to the gunfire of his arms autogun shooting three shots followed by a las-shot from his bionic eye as he snarled at them limping his way to Inquisitor Marya side and greeting her stomach with his metal leg kicking her to fall back down on her side as she hold up her hand at him in the air looking into his dead glaring eye.

"Captain Thorn Cain Grey of Cadia Prime, by order of the holy inquisition and our grace's name. I command you to cease or be branded beyond a traitor as a heretic for the cardinal sin you are about to commit!" She coughed out as Grey gripped both his Power swords, turning its blade as he held it up over her, and aimed down at her, leaving her to look up and watch the blade as both elements, Cadence, Shining Armor, Oscar, Serina, the Krieg twins, and Celestia to watch as the blade slams down into Inquisitor Marya's chest stabbing through her armor and heart, piercing her spine and cut through her back, stabbing into the stone ground lodging itself in place as Grey only looked into her eyes widen at the sharp, sudden pain before feeling her body lighten and grew slowly cold as she watches Grey lips move twitchingly and hear muttered words coming from his clenched teeth as she sees the faint pain in his eyes.

"F-forgive...me... and forget...me." He uttered as he saw the life in her eyes slowly fade and heard her sigh her breath with her head laying on the stone marble floor. Grey stayed frozen at what he'd done; the first of all guardsmen in the imperial guard on the other side of the galaxy beyond the tear of the great rift, to kill an inquisitor as all eyes watched and stared at Grey frozen body slowly limping down and slouch over the corpse of Marya his bionic hands unwrapping around his swords grip and fall to his sides as Chrysalis only laughs at this and at all as they fix their gaze to her.

"Fools, even beaten down I still have powe-" She stopped herself from speaking as the voice of the hive mind spoke to her once again.

'Failure, lost... die alone, hunger... false queen.' It said before severing its connection from her, taking the power with it. Chrysalis's horn glowed brighter before it sparked, and the glow faded, returning her eyes from yellow to green as Grey's eye green hue faded, forcing his nose to bleed from his nostrils, and he collapsed flat on the ground out cold with the last sight of vision fading being the cold empty stare and expression of Marya. Chrysalis stammered, looking at her hooves, shaking, feeling weak and lighter, as if a part of her being was taken from her.

"M-my Hive… the voice I can't hear them… I... I've lost my power, no… No!" Chrysalis roared out in anger, turning around her like a wild animal, only to hear the voice of Twilight yelling out.

"The Spell! Cast the Spell now!" She yelled, making Shining Armor focus his magic only for his horn to faint glow and fade away as he stopped struggling to get his concentration set in. Cadence looked at Shining Armor and hugged him, touching their horns together and glowing with power before a bright pink aura formed around them, the light brightening almost blinding all and before the two bodies glowed with the light slowly levitating off the ground. Their bodies turn to form the shape of a heart as the bright light shrinks and explodes out, sending a pink shock wave out and expanding as Chrysalis watches her eyes widen. Soon, the wave sent her flying back to slam against the wall, drained of power and magic with her Changelings getting carried by the shockwave of the Spell, and the Tyranids, now severed from the Hive mind, attacked any and all in their paths and their own kind like the ravenous animals they are. Surprise of Imperial Guard, Black Templars space marine, Sisters of battle, Inquisitor Sturhof, and Saint Abel watching some die from the spells shockwave or by each other, as the cloud of Tyranids harpies that once flooded the sky all fell crashing down to the city or off to the base of the mountain below Canterlot.

The battle had been declared, the magic and power of love replied the mad, glutenous, hungry greed of the Changeling Queen and Tyranids, now leaving only shaking, weak, snarling creature slowly being surrounded by Grey's Equestrian Bodyguards and the Krieg Twins. At the same time, the unconscious body of Grey is quickly tended to Straight Arrow combined with Oscar next to the dead Inquisitor, taking all his bionic limbs off with the aid of tech-priest Serina and the elements rushing to Shining Armor, Cadence, Celestia, and Luna.

The darkness within his mind left Grey to fall into the void, and the giggling hyenoid chuckles of Mad Dog echoed around him.

Don't worry my friends reading, little Cain won't be going anywhere but he will be blessed with his mark… soon. His redemption is coming, his retribution, his, ASCENSION…

All he must do is wait… and to see when it comes, when he hears his voice, wields his true blade… sees "HIS" eyes, as he sits on his throne…

Eight Alter, Eight Slaughters, Eight Marks, Eight Broken Wills, Eight Sacrifices, Eight Brandings, Eight Shattered Oaths, Eight Bloodsheds.

Blood, Blood,

BLOOD!

For The Slaughter!

LET THE GALAXY BURN! FOR THE GLORY OF KHRONE!

DESTROY FOR THE SAKE OF DISTRUCTION!

HATE SHALL BE OUR WEAPON! IMPURITY SHALL BE OUR ARMOUR! INSANITY OUR GUIDENCE!

KILL! MAIM! BURN!

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!

To be Concluded. In story Three.

For in the Great grim dark future of the 42nd Millennium their can be no…

Victor

for

The Guardsmen

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- Sly Marbo

Author's Note

Hi ... Story continues on just… busy… but this will be two in one so no worries

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This is just like Gorbino's Quest. This is the Gorbino's Quest of Life.

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Also, how the fuck do you pronounce Canterlot, 'cause I've heard be said as Cant'OR'lot and Cant'ER'lot. I know how it is spelled, but I am talking about the proper way of saying it vocally... what side are you on: OR's or ER's

Any misspellings, incorrections and such point them out,

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