The screaming stopped. A thunderous thunder, splitting through emperor's tears above while the hallowing laugh of devils, echoing through the night below. In blue marched the devils, with bat wings, as red as blood pointing upward from the side of their helmet, for each is a tower, Swords and Claws they bared, marching through the wrecked city hunting for their next victim, while the city quakes with their every steps.
A small house they hid, a woman covered up her mouth and nose while catering for her child, praying that he won't make a sound to attract the devils, her iris expanded, her breath barely covered behind her shaken hand, a man sitting next to her, trying his best to cover her up, comforting her and the child as he whispered:
"Shhh...there there...it's gonna be ok, huh?".
As loud quaking foot steps approaching, ever closer, like the very air around the house also shaken as the footsteps drawing near, their heart feel like it's about to burst out of their chest, tears begin to stream down the woman face as she begin mumbling softly to the child and the man:
"i love you both...i love you both".
Then, the footsteps stopped, the man looks around to check, for it only the stars and howling wind outside, he begin to exhales slowly then looks at the mirror across of them, there! A pair of burning hot eyes staring through the window, directly at them, before the man even register his horror, a loud thud as the devil punching through the wall with ease and take out the man inside it hand, like a kid taking out a candy bar from a vending machine. It raised the man up to it face, taking in every expression and noise he make as it slowly squeeze in it palm and blood begin to pouring out of the man mouth. With rather twisted-curiosity, it release it grip on him, ever so slightly, then with it other 2 finger holding up his hand like holding up limps from a doll, and abruptly, it yanked out his arm as his screaming pierced the night and his wife begin pleading, hopelessly, before too long, another arm, then a leg, and the other leg, it makes sure to leave such a great gaps of time between each interactions, then it swiftly produced a claw from one of it gigantic finger, and flash, quick like a lighting as it slashed at the top of his head, follow by it using it hand to peel the man skins off like peeling a banana, then tossed the still alive man back into the house and move on to the do the same to the wife, as their scream of agony reverberating through the night while they still wiggling skinlessly on the ground in pure agony, the devil just steps back to admiring at his handy work, then move on instead of finishing either one of them.
Through the endless sea of corpses, savagely maimed and torn, no amount of His tears can wash off the ground painted in red. A mist a pile of mangling bodies, emerged a woman, in tattered white clothes, filled with blood and gore, a simple las pistol in one hand, she marches, limping her way among sea of corpses.
Her gazes found it target, and weapon raised high, she pulls the trigger, again and again, gaining attention from the traitorous devil, as it turned it scorching gaze back at the tiny woman. You can certainly heard a laugh, echoing under that helmet, for her shots are pointless, like throwing rocks at a tank, but she keep on marching and firing at the devil, gritted teeth glistering in the deaden night. The devil turns it attention fully toward her, as if admiring her pointless attempt, until she is inches away from it, weapon directly at it face, while growling like a wild animal, but never seize her finger from the trigger.
Bored by the ordeal, it produced it claws, each longer than the woman herself. But just at then, the stars begin falling down onto the mangled city, hundreds of them, each baring a square-like in shape, almost structure-like, with brilliant light bouncing off it multi-colors glass window, and a loud, almost deafening hymn-like sound playing, all of the devil seems to take notice of the falling stars, and some what, unease, as the devil in front of the woman, completely ignoring her presence and step over the side. As the dirt settled down after an orchestra of quaking ground caused by the falling stars, from inside the stars, a wide, grant entrance opened, and inside, women with pyres on back carrying fire, black as night is their armors, engulfed in gold outlines and textures, incenses in balls hanged low, as hundreds of them, ashen in hair, bolters held high, with blazes and light they march, and the night went alight with gun fires and streams of scorching flames. Soon, the deaden night replaced with a triumphant shout from one of the woman:
"In the Emperor light, i lead!".
The whole night flashes away like a fading dream, as we are back to recent time, a wounded sister clinging her hand tightly to the woman from the dream. Her voice a coat of confusion and puzzle as she slowly collapsed:
"Whyyy?".
The woman held onto the sister dearly, as she adjusting the sister hairs, her mouth opened, but no word escape her throat, only a soft, low growl, like that of a wolf moaning, while the sister, Valendria, continued as her body begin to shakes, her jaws constantly clicking into each other, her noodling hand raised slowly and placed onto the woman cheek:
"...Wh...y?".
Valendria voices shaken, as her hand slowly losing it grip and collapsing down onto the ground, and her body went cold:
"Y...better...than...it!".
The woman eyebrows bends downward, as she slowly retreats the knife from Valendria throat, she cuts off a necklace from her neck, and gently wearing it for Valendria. With swift movements, she turned Valendria around and remove her from her power armor and put it on herself. Afterward, she turned back to looks at Valendria, in almost caring gesture, she folded Valendria hands placing them onto her stomach, then quickly marches away.
Somewhere else on the planet, standing before what seems like the final fortress of mankind on this forsaken planet, a commissar and countless men and women stare out into the endless horizon as dawn will never come. For the entire horizon soon turned green, and the planet shaken with their advancing steps, the "green dawn" is upon us. Suddenly, a thunderous war cry "WAGGGHHH" that deafen the stars, reverberate the very ground itself, as they begin to charge.
With blade raised high and fire in her lung, the commissar shout:
"FIRE!"
With her words, the instruments of war roar into life, spitting out metals that blocked out the sun, shaking their advancing, but even then, not even a crack in their war cry, soon, the enemies reply to our message with their own, as the sky suddenly went dark and a watchmen on one of the post of the fortress shouted out:
"INCOMING!"
In mere second, our number dwindled by a thousands. Then Caius, a tall guardman, leaning into sand packs made out of past guardmen with both his las gun pistol held high:
"We're fish in the barrel now!".
A slender guardman, Miean, sitting down into a trench like path, desperately to find cover:
"We ain't gonna last any longer if this keep happening".
From beside him, a tall and rather menacing guardwoman, Lue, rushing in to grabs Miean by the collar of his uniform while shouting at him:
"Talk like that again, and i'll shoved this las up your arse, you little soy-pant, grow some fucking balls".
Another, rather small frame and short guardwoman, Jense, with large backpack with an antenna sticking on one side, rushing in to break out the fight, her voice much softer than Lue:
"Quit it out would ya? Save that for the Xenos".
A tall and bulky guardman, Roctk, sitting calmly behind a cover, unlike other guardman, he's wearing no armor, instead just a shirt with a twin-headed eagle on the side, with chains of ammunitions wrapping around his body, and a burning cigar in mouth while carrying heavy weaponry in hands, his voice deep and commanding as he's talking to Jense:
"How is the attempt reestablishing communication to the ship, Jense?".
Jense stands up tall, her lips bend downward and her head shaking from side to side as she reporting to Roctk:
"Still nothing, sir, ever since we lost the communication tower, all connection was lost, and the dirt here is too thick for them to see or any radar to work".
Roctk traces his sight toward the now abandon communication tower burying deep within the green-skin endless tides, he shakes his head slightly in disappointment:
"Without air support, we not gonna make a dense in that number".
Caius suddenly stands up straight as his sight fixing onto a figure:
" Wait! Is that...?"
Then Caius eyes switches from frown to widen, his mouth open in awe but no word escaped his throat as he's looking at the strange figure, and soon not only him, but Miean, Lue, then everyone. As the figure fully stepped out from the smoke, a bolter in one hand, a flamer with a served arm of an sister still clinging onto the trigger. In night and gore she don, golden lines running inward from the edge of the armor, ashen hair and incense in balls hanged low, she marches. Her gazes fix upon the "green tsunami" that is about to crashing into the fortress, as she begin to chants loudly:
"In Thy light i march, i shall not fear Thy enemies, let's thee be the vessel of Thy furry. My Light!...My Emperor!".
All look on in horror as the sister marching directly out into the battlefield, and into the bullet storm. Yet. All of their bullets, miraculously, missing all their marks on her, as she begin to charges forward, toward the "green tsunami". Roctk stares on, then he raised his weapon highly over his head and a smirk formed on his face as he shout:
"By the Throne!...THE EMPEROR FIGHT WITH US TODAY!".
Then an air-piercing shout from the front line by the commissar:
"CHARGE!"
As the commissar words left her lips, another war cry emerged, rivaling at the previous one, a sea of men and women baring the twin-headed eagle uniform rushing out from the fortress, some carrying guns, other knives, charging in behind the sister, creating this gigantic arrow, not only hitting directly but also piercing through the "green tsunami".