Grey limped his way through the debris walls of Canterlot Castle, soldiers of the guard only to move away from him, their eyes glaring at him as one bionic hand gripped his thighs and his bionic arm gripping his armpit covering the blood-dripping trail followed behind him. Yet, the glaring guard shifted their gaze to ignore Grey and close or bow their heads to the golden glowing Saint behind Grey, their wings folded in their halo over their head glowed with a blazing flame, and their armor glistened untouched and perfectly as the very Saint is.

Yet the saints wearing a mask of silver of their armor of gold, their gaze turned in a mix of confusion and questioning, yet only to each one having a separate thought of Greys finally being executed; finally, a traitor now coming to die and to a saint of the imperium no less, this wasn't Grey leading the Saint. The Saint was parading Grey to show an example of the reward to give to not just a traitor but a heretic of the guard, an example for all to see.

That being in the eyes of the imperial guard, the eyes of the Equestrian guard assisting the imperial guards wounded in moving the debris, helping with unicorns using magic to aid and move the bodies, earthpony knights moving supplies and rubble, and pegasi flying through the open skies.

Ready to report any incoming movement to the castle and reckoning through the city, pointing out trapped and pinned ponies or guard with sites of the remaining Tyranids either rampaging or killing off their own. Yet the ponies that looked up at him, followed by the winged golden glowing human, looked fearful, concerned now looking at him as a monster as he was the one that brought the aliens with the Changelings.

They didn't know how to feel, but they felt betrayed. There was their hero, their savior from discord and saving equestria, yet now he had brought an enemy here. Though the pony guests attending the wedding were only scared, the equestrian guard suffered a significant loss, with many injuries and damage to the castle and city during the invasion. They estimated the loss trapped and the cost of damage.

Ranging from the injured being up to nearly two hundred dead to a high five hundred, but the main forces of the imperial guard were there to take in most of the enemy with a loss of an untold thirty-six thousand, seven hundred and thirty-six guardsmen casualties, two Corp of soldiers worth or at most three divisions if soldiers of the imperium gave their lives to defend not just equestria but canterlot not even counting the estimated loss of the orbital naval ships and crew lost during the Tryanid tendril invasion. So far, Grey could only calculate the percentage of the invasion given in total the equestrian guard being up worth of five thousand souls total, but the imperial guard had at the very least seventy-thousand guardsmen before the reinforcement of the astartes, Sororitias, and more guardsmen.

A sigh left Grey shaking his head in disappointment at his attempt to calculate it all in his mind. It was too much, and now that "HE'S" here, he couldn't focus; his body was on autopilot as Grey walked through the walls till he ended up leading Saint Abel into the memorial hall, where the glass-stained windows plated both calls on the side to show the history of Equestria, almost untouched by the battle before he stopped to one that brought him back to reality.

A glass plain stained window showed a beast of multiple animal limbs surrounded by seven figures, six of which were two of each xeno called a pony able and one being a human, with a chain sword and half of face; the figure pointed the chainsword at the creature with the other six smiling and their heads shooting a beam at the beast with two imperial vessels flying overhead. To Abel, both strange yet beautiful art glowed in the light of the sun's rays. Following it, he looked to see Grey standing in place, staring at it blankly; he could see the trouble in his mind.

Grey's mind was consumed by that fateful day… or that single, life-altering moment. He had struck a deal with a creature of chaos, a pact that would not only mark his death but also save the world. The weight of this decision still haunts him, but he is unable to share his burden with anyone. They wouldn't remember, and the cryptic words of that creature, of what Discord had said, echo in his mind.

'You will have to die for the safety of this world... I do not know when, where, or how. But the fate of this world will be rewritten, but only if you accept the offer,' the voice of the creature resonated in Grey's mind, leaving him with more questions than answers.

His voice rang in his head as it played through his mind, the sight of Ponyville being more than just a burning crater of fire, ash, and brimstone, along with the lives lost, even remembering the once space marine chapter that came to assist when he died, that had been forgotten as they lay dead not just in time but practically in history of this world and all, The Lamenters. Grey could only sigh as he held his empty gaze to the window plain and spoke, finally acknowledging Saint Abel.

"I know who you are, who they really are… this is as private as we can get before the guard starts questioning me with you alone. I know for there were only two beings in the imperium who know of me by that name when they see my face." Grey said, his tone dead and in keeping with his demeanor, leaving Saint Abel to star at his burnt half face and his sunken burnt eye that glowed a faint purple, a purple only known to Cadians.

Abel slowly raised his hands to grab the side of his helmet and his silver mask, which mimicked a perfect match to his brother's face, before getting down to both of his knees and setting them down before him as he stared up at Grey.

"At long last, I finally found you… h-how long has it been since…" Abel stuttered before stopping, glancing at Grey's bionic hands tightening, making him take a moment to rethink his words.

"Since our last moment face to face." Abel asked.

"Eleven years… eleven long, cold, dead years." Grey responded with a soft yet hard bite in his tone.

"R-right… you look um, well, Cain-" "Abel," Grey spoke out, cutting Abel off entirely and having his full attention on him.

"Get this over with, you wish to speak with me in private, yet here I stand with you wasting time for both of us while I have to listen to your banter and suffer being offended by your very existence and these wounds."

He said, making Abel recoil at his words, but he heard him sigh as he looked to the floor in shame. "All this time Cain, I… I spent in search for you, to confess everything I've done, everything I did to you and hopes to not only gain your forgiveness but to be free of this torment. To be rid of this endless lie I keep to the imperium as a whole and to finally bodies just as I should have so long ago brother."

Each word Abel spoke continuously made Grey's grip on his wounds tighten, his bionic hands squeezing his bleeding wounds so tight it hurt and strung, making his teeth clench and the bleeding finally stop as Abel spoke.

"I-… I know I can't take back what I've done what I did to you and I've taken from you, which is why I offer you my life." He said with tears building up in his eyes, glistening, and his voice breaking with pain and sorrow in them.

"I would grant you to kill me and be rid of everything you have done and return your rightful titles to you, return you to the guard, grant you the rewards and honors you lost, grant you the life that you should've had the life you were robbed of by my selfishness and traitorous actions everything given back to you in full." Abel said, tears trailing down his cheek as he lowered himself to lay on the floor, his hands and head resting on the dirty red long carpet of the memorial hall, leaving a Grey with a whimpering Saint groveling before him.

And yet he did not glance or look at him for a moment. Only the burnt muscle of his grimacing face flexed into a scowl at his words.

Grey wanted to do it, moving his hand to aim at the auto-gun attachment in his bionic arm, only to hear a voice soft yet cold, sending a chill to crawl up his bionic spine as the voice spoke to his ear as if voice belonging to the being was standing behind him as the voice softly whispered into his ear.

"Don't I know his anger, this pain you feel, lost in those that hate you and wish you gone to walk in the dark void alone... no more, no more that I can garentee it to you."

For a moment, Grey hesitated on his thoughts of engulfing himself in his malice and hatred, to raise his arm and shoot Abel, yet it was only a quiet thought before it faded away by the voice, a voice that wasn't Mad Dog's, but another that would stalke his mind unlike him.

'Nightmare Moon?' He asked within his mind but only responded by silence and sighed relaxing his stance and regaining his bearing and only looked at Abel

"So that's it… you come seeking forgiveness by asking me, a once penal soldier, now traitor of man, to take your life…" Grey said, slowly turning and looking at his brother groveling before him, walking over with his hand, grabbing Abels's golden armor chest plate by its collar. The sound of the plate bending in Grey's bionic grip as he logs up the saint from his knees and forces him to look at his face. Abel saw not anger, malic, or even a shred of wrath, only eyes of pity, the eyes of a man looking down at the saint before letting his armor go and leaving him awestruck and confused.

"No…"

Grey uttered, breaking the silence between them before slowly limping his way back. He walked past Abel, who stood there before shaking his head and glancing back at his limping brother, his face of confusion contorting and mixed with agitation.

"W-What?"

"I said no Abel… I am not taking your life." Grey responded coldly.

"Why would a saint ask a traitor to kill them all because of their selfish, pitiful pain for existing? You say you don't deserve it, which I agree with." Grey said as Abel stepped forward to Grey.

"Then that gives you all right to take your revenge on me, to take my head. I know the crimes you bear as they are mine; I know the life I took from you and that I can never give back, I know the pain you feel." Abel responded only to see Grey turn to rush at him before meeting the knuckles of his bionic fist, sending him straight into the ground over a blanket of his wings, blood trailing down what was now a broken nose as he spat out blood and chunks of his teeth to look up at Grey and see the face that he had long forgotten and now terrifies him again.

"Feel my pain!" Grey barked. "You know nothing of what I've been through ever since I killed you on Cadia! Eleven. Years. Since your death! Eleven years of struggle to survive under the eyes of heretic hunters and torturers believing I was the heretic that made the alter which you have made in your blood and hands!" Grey panted out, towering over the groveling saint.

"You come to me seeking forgiveness and confession when it is not I who should hear your confession and cries but the imperium! Our God-Emperor of Mankind! Our home Cadia Prime!" Grey continued before straining up and staring down Abel.

"Our father… you want to know my pain, then now you will feel it, all this shame upon yourself you feel is the shame I felt during my times in rusted cages, bear this shame till it drives you mad. Tell them the truth to free yourself if you must but I will never forgive you Abel… never." Grey said before turning his back to Abel and continuing his limp walk.

"If Father sent you to kill me, tell him to get off his arse and kill me like a true Cadian in a Duellum." Grey said as he opened the memorial hall and stopped for a moment.

"Bare this pain Abel and this moment… this will be the last we see and use these names ever, as I Thorn "Mad Dog" Grey bid you fare well Holy Saint Mallius Abel Gorar. I have forgotten who you are and won't forgive you." Grey finished before slamming the doors shut, leaving Abel on the ground, a hand holding his nose. He slowly lay on the floor, shifting his wings to only stare at the cracked, broken ceiling.

His eyes shifted to the glass plain that Grey gazed at. He saw six different-colored equine xenos he learned to call "ponies" and a figure like Grey holding a chainsword over a creature surrounded by a purple hue.

"Cain… Father… Emperor… I am so sorry."

In the ghoul star sector of the galaxy fester a tide of green and brutality, a sea of roaring piggish beasts known to all and have been a constant threat to the galaxy as a whole, might ginormous creates able to never give in to death or no remorse, mercy, pity, sorrow pain or strife only to laugh smile and revel in the constant acts of war and combat be it with the many other races of the galaxy or themselves. Their tactics are crude and nearly matching their brute strength as their machines are a mix of stolen war gear modified by their hands and only operating in their hands, engines of war vehicles, and space fairing vessels that plague the stars in search of another opportunity to be in combat.

Every machine and weapon falls under the constant work and maintenance of their "Mek-boyz" and Gretchen slaves, with even their own surgeons and doctors only finding sadistic pleasure and new ideas and excuses for experimenting on their patient's fear amongst their kin given the name "pain-boyz." To underestimate this greenskin race is to ask for a fast route to the grave or to be enslaved by them, from serving their lowest ranked "boy" or to their highest leaders, feared and respected, honored and hated by all of their green skin race barking and roaring orders followed by shooting, beatings to the death to one of their own lower-ranked soldiers, know to all and every one of them as "Warboss" or "Waaagh-lords."

This race only follows the wills of their only two gods that still live, fighting each other in a battle of strength, brutality, and cunning, being Gork, Brutal with strength and cunning in skill, and Mork, cunning in skill and brutal with strength. Lost in the warp, eternal locked to fight each other till either one "krumps" and kills the other.

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Rebooting...

Establishing reconnection...

Reconnection Complete. Emperor Protects.

Der Kultur bein’ a lea’aship of whoeve’ is da biggezt, Meanizt! BRU’AL! KILLIZT GREENIZT! GIT OFF ALL DA ORKZ IZ DA BOZZ YA ZOGGIN GROT, BUT DERZ ON’Y ONE PROPPA ORK TA BE 'DA BOZZ AND DATS GREAT WARBOZZ GHAZGHKULL MAG URK THRAKA!
(Their culture is a leadership of whoever is the the strongest and deadliest of them in all of the galaxy is their “boss,” with only one rememberable warboss of them all, Ghazghkull Mag Urk Thraka.)

HEZ 'DA PROFIT OF GORK AN’ MORK YA STUOPID UMMIEZ READIN DIS ZOGGIN BOG!
(He is the Profit of Gork and Mork you stupid humans reading this no good shit.)

Uz Runtz arr gonna gat dis ‘ere tale da proppa ‘ay by a proppa Ork, YAZ GET IT!
(you weaklings are going to get this story the proper way by a proper Ork, You get it!)

Good. Da Bozz of dis tale ere’ ‘ill makk it eaze for ya Umiez gitz to ‘ead, ZIN YA STUOPID UMIEZ KANT ‘WED ORK!
(Good. The boss of this story here will make it easier for you humans idiots to read it, SINCE YOU STUPID HUMANS CANT READ ORK!)

Diz tale ztartz at Warbozz Klawjaw of WAAAGH BORK out in da “Ghuu-… Goool Ztarz” STUOPID UMIEZ AN DER STUOPID NAUMZ! Ol’ Klawjaw tod da boyz and me dat ol’ bale eye Yarrick got krumped by dem spiky chaos boyz. Won by da naum off “Angron.” A big, Mean, ANGRY RED GIT DAT HAZ WON Oi’ YARRICKS EAD’
(the story starts at Warboss Klawjaw of WAAAGH BORK out in the Ghoul Stars, old Klawjaw told the boys and me that Commissar Yarrick got killed by Chaos, one of which by the name of Angron, that has Yarrick's skull.)

Dat pizzd off GHAZGHKULL eel mad, Hez out der leggin it wit all da boyz he kan get, zo wez kan krump dat “Dea’ mon prinze” RITTLE RED ARSE! Ghaz sed Ol’ Klawjaw dis, And Klawjaw tel me, Mek-boy Grug’ krak go foind dat red git tuo tel’ Ghaz! But iz ant doin dat.
(That pissed off Ghaszghkull real mad, he's out their moving with all the boys he can get so we can kill the demon prince. Ghaz told old Klawjaw this and Klawjaw told me Mek-Boy Grug’Krak to go find Angron to tell Ghaz. But I'm not doing that.)

Iz gonna foind dat git. Krump ‘em myzelf! RIP IZ STUOPID EAD OFF AND KILL OL’ KLAWJAW PROVIN TUO GHAZ AND DA WAAAGH BORK IZ DA BETTA ORK BOZZ DEN KLAWJAW!
(I’m going to find that git, kill him myself! Rip his head off and kill Klawjaw to prove to Ghaz and the WAAAGH BORK that I am a better boss then Klawjaw!)

‘Urd yappin frum my boyz dat won off dem Beekee gitz ‘eaded ta a Slag kalled “E… Eqezz” RAAAGH DIZ UMIEZ KANT NAUM BOG FOR A GROTZ ARSE! De got don krumpin dem Bugeye gits, de plan iz me and my boys gonna Get ta arrz Ulkz. Get won off dem weird ooman oddboy gitz to wazza arr UIkz tuo Eqezz. Foind dat Angron GIT AN’ KRUMP ‘EM GUD!
(Heard word from my boys that one of the Space Marines heading to a planet called “Eques” these humans can't name shit for a runts ass! After fighting the Tyranids, the plan is me and my boys will get to our ships, Get one of the Human psykers to Speed our ships to Eques, find Angron and kill him good.)

But if wez dunt foind dat gitz. DEN WEZ KRUMP DAT SLAG AN’ MAK IT MIN! AN’ KILL DAT SNIVALIN RUNT GIT KLAWJAW AN’ MAK DAT SLAG TUO MY SLOTAHOZ!
(but if we don't find him, Then we will kill the world an make it mine and kill that little weak git Klawjaw and make the planet into my SlaughterHouse)

NOW GET OUT DERE, SHOW ME YA WAAAGH FACE 'AN KRUMP 'EM GUD AN' PROPPA! OR I'ZE GONNA CHOP YER FEET OFF AN' RIP YA GUTZ OUT YER FROT AN’ EAT YA ‘EAD!

‘ERE WE GO BOYZ! YAZ 'EADIE FORR A WAAAGH! GET YA DAKKA, SQUIGZ AND CHOPPAZ CAUZ DER LOOTIN SKRAP AN' KRUMPIN TA DO AN' DIS IZ GONNA BE A TRU AN’ PROPPA!

WAAAGH!!!

NOW SHUTZ TIZ! GET ME DAT DER MUFFLA SQUIG ON DIS 'ERE ROKKIT LAUNCHA TA MAK IT MORR SNAZZIE DEN DEM LOOTA-BOYZ!

Ork Mek-boy Grug’krak roared out as an Ork boy waddles it's way chasing after a Squig with crudely built in broken mufflers on its side and back coughing fumes and black clouds as it runs deep into the clanging halls the ork space vessel once a imperial naval ship of the astartes of the first legion proud sons of Lion El'jonson the Dark Angels, but an empty space hulk drifting through the void of space till now being commandeered by Orks of two ork Klanz; the Bad Moonz leading the charge for Eques followed by the Goffz as aid from Ghaszghkull to keep KlawJaw in line under his command.

DAM DAT KLAWJAW KANT WEIT TA KRUMP’ EM. Grug’krak muttered through the metal jaw plate as a Grotling crawled on his back holding different tools and watching over him working on the Rokket Luancha adjusting the makeshift breech with multiple types of exhaust and piping believing to give the Rokket more speed with its new red paint job.

“Ehh, Donz get angryer Bozz. Yaz betta den KlawJaw wenz ya get to dat umie planet and krump dat Angon git yaz krumpin KlawJaw eaze.” The grotling said fearfully only to feel Grug’krak fits clench around his small neck choking it and make him gaze at the snarling pigish face of Grug’krak his eye glowing red along with his bionic eye replace meant.

“AN WENZ I KRUMO DAT ZOGGIN GIT DA WAAAGH BORK IZ MINE! ALL DA SCRAP AND LOOT IZ MINE!” Grug’krak let out crushing the neck of the Grotling and crushing his head in his fist before tossing his limo small body behind him were a muffler squig rushed to the fresh corpse it's maw gapped open to a greeting of teeth as its stumpy legs ran slurping it off the ground and munching down with the sounds of crush bones as some ork boyz watch and laugh at the site to the echoing ork vessel halls echoed with clanging bashing roars screams gun fire and a broken ork navel songs of war and of their gods.

“EQUEZ IZ MINE KLAWJAW, ITZ GONNA BE AU PROPA SLOTAHOZ ANZ IZ ILL KRUMP YA EAD UNDA ME BOOTZ.” Grug’krak slammed his power klaw arm into the Rokket launcha forcing it into his klaw as his new arm weapon waddling over at a group of Boyz across a squiggoth pit aimming the Rokket Launcha before firing it blowing up six boyz leaving three to burn and and six more to fall into the squiggoth out as the sounds of ork boy screams followed by a road and multiple other orks around to let out a unison WAAAGH or laughter as they watch their own kin devoured by the squiggoth.

“Snazzie.”

To Be Continued in...
THE GUARDSMEN
and The Empire
Mission 3: ORKS

Author's Note

To those wondering why I put some words in (parentheses) its to help some readers with reading "Ork language" so some areas will be/have these for understandings AND BEFORE YOU START TYPING HERSY!

Some of you got to remember that not everyone is a 40k fan nor can say/understand some of the crap GW names or types, think about them first ok?

Never wanted to get to this level as a shitter and someone making shit on this hell hole but guess it will be the first and only time I let it out and have too cause its all so pointless idiotic but needs to be address:

Unless there a “Certain Group(s) of Individuals” that are actively ruining the Warhammer 40,000 community because of “real life events, problems, and politics/ ideals” then please leave and never come back. We already have to deal with GamesWorkshop we don't need you.

Yes, I am Gatekeeping. No I don't want you to join nor will I change it for your feelings, Ideals, or Opinions cause in the end if you hate it leave. Get away from my hobbies and interests. My femboy ass hates you and do not need someone like you ruining my one of my few hobbies. Now I have to resolve to hording the true lore along with trusting the little sources I have, know and could find, but helps my wallet by buying pirated models and 3D printed models. Thank you coming and making the Community into something practically worse than the Horus Heresy itself.

Why can't we have anything remotely nice, I'm just tired of it all man?

But that's all I got for today, enjoy... Get out.

PEAAACE

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CADIA STANDS FOR THE EMPEROR

As for absence, got new job, and to give you an idea of what it is:

E-3 Aeronautica Imperialis of the Navis Imperialis so this story will be left on a cliff hanger till my return.

next chapter will be DEEP lore hardcore explanation and of course... bats... bats? BATS!