The screens glared in an intense green glow, buzzing constantly with the sound of crackling static. Sargent Manros watched intently. Then they appeared. Looming shadows of the MORTNEK PANDEMICA’s death machines; Unholy Knights of the Dark powers bidding. As he watched he was shocked to see much closer than expected, rising from the shadows one of the fiendish forms. The techpriest next to him reach out with a mechanical claw and pull a lever. In an instant the monstrosity was caught up in roiling energy similar to that of the Omnissiah's Wrath, the name unto which they had given the mighty storm of eldritch force. The techpriest returned to his mysterious rites just as quickly as it took the machine to be crushed and dismantled by those energies.
In awe Sargent Manros saw a figure skulk forward on the screen. Adorned in ornate Terminator armour and wielding a mighty and ancient blade, captain Puistfuar strode out receiving blast after blast of enemy fire as if it was nothing more than bites from an insect. The captain had been a mighty figure in this campaign upon Krillion. Marching forth into the green tide striking down the most ferocious Orks. He had even been stroked down by the vicious witch fires of sorcerers of the Thousand Sons and survived. But, even with the mighty captain Puistfuar the Iron Hands were not enough to stem this bloody carnage.
Sergeant Manros put his hand upon his bolt pistol and looked down upon the busy techpriest, he knew what had to be done. And once the task he had been granted by the mighty Iron Father Seanair, he knew he had to warn the Exorcists of this unstoppable march of death...
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“And you say his vital signs show he still lives?” the monotone voice of Iron Father Seanair spoke.
“Alternative.” Buzzed back the voices of techpriests in unison.
Seanair sat in thought of these unfolding events. The threat of what lied in the darkness was too great but the loss of the captain weighed heavy upon him. It was he who had allowed the techpriests to remove the weakness of Puistfuars flesh and place him in that holy armour.
“Call upon our brothers of war, The Exorcists for assistance.” Seanair spoke.
“And what if they once more demand access to the Facility?”
A furious roar of passion not often heard from the Iron father rang out, “THE MENGNAR FACILITY IS UNDER THE PROTECTION OF THE IRON HANDS!”
“understood.”
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"Exorcists, I have been tasked with reaching out to you to humbly request your assistance. Our hold on The Burning Vales has been taken, an army of Knights lost to the forces of Chaos has marched across our lands reaping bloody destruction in its path. It has been a heavy blow to our forces, but an even more devastating by the fact our champion Captain Puistfuar has been taken by the enemy, he has been an important part in our war upon this planet, becoming a grand symbol to us of great power, his armour and Sword are also great and ancient relics. His loss has been a heavy blow. However we have become aware that he still maintain life signs. We are in a difficult position needing to maintain the defence of the Facility from a looming attack we expect soon. We call upon you to help us in our time of need to rescue and return our Captain from these monsters. Will you come to the aid of your battle brothers?
++end transmission++
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