The Barbed Hook

Ragnar just sweeps them aside as they come

a lascannon bolt sears into his shield, the impact staggering the dreadnought

Ragnar stanalizes himself then looks flr where the shot came from

a team of iron havocs are on a nearby ridge, taking cover behind an aegis defense line, firing lascannons 2 at a time

Ragnar: HAVOCS (lanches more phosphorous at them)

several of them are disintegrated by the phosphex, as 2 more lascannon bolts hammer into the dreadnought, as the centurion tries to countter charge them, the rabble swarm bogging them down too much to allow this

Ragnars storm bolter shreds into the rabble as the dreadnought continues to lumber forward

eventually, clearly seeing they are outmatched, the heretics begin to pull back, leaving over a hundred dead and wounded of their own men scattered around the field of battle

ragnar fires at them but does not persu prefering to secure the landing zone

most of the wolves let up a cheer as the foe flees
the centurion does not

Ragnar: PREPARE FOR POSIBLE BOMBARDMENT

"None will come."

/Random Iron Warriors held city\
*A small warp rift tears a building asunder as it explodes into this dimension*

there is a commotion around as the locals are taken completely by surprise

*The battle between reality an unreality levels another building before it is sucked back from whence it came, leaving only an armoured body on the ground*

a pair of soldiers, in silver carapace armour, iron masks built into the helms, approach cautiously, lasguns ready

Ragnar: YOU SOUND SURE OF THAT

Centurion: very sure....something is wrong

Ragnar:....THE RABBLE WORE MASKS REMOVE THEM

he pulls the hooded cloak from one of the dead
revealing him to be an imperial army soldier
loyalist markings on his armour
slave collar round his neck

Ragnar: DISGUSTING

the centurion freezes momentarily, snarling in anger

*The body doesn't move*

Soldier: Iron Within?

*after a few moment the armoured figure begins to cough before pushing itself to one knee*

they slowly, and nervously, raise their weapons
"Iron within?!"

Ragnar: THE COWARDLY MONGRILS

Centurion: no wonder no bombardment....they want this to sink in

OOC: Note, the armour is basically the Blood Dragon armour from Mass Effect. Minus the paint and weapon hardpoints and with a small power pack on the back.

*It looks toward them and stands*
*Robotic voice* "Who are you?"

they aim their weapons
"IRON WITHIN?!"

".....Iron Without. Now stop pointing your damn guns at me"

they sigh with releif as they lower the weapons

"Where am I?"

"Mettarius sigma"

"Exactly how far from Praetoria am I?"

Soldier 1: where the hell is that?

Ragnar: TO FALL SO FAR AS TO DO THIS

Centurion: bastards. BASTARDS!

"Segmentum Segmentis"

Soldier2: thats bloody thousands of lightyears away

"Well then, I have 'thousands of light years' to travel"

Soldier1: and just who the hell are you?

"That's something I should be asking you, just why are you going around and asking random strangers whether they know the warcry of a band of renegade space marines?"

Soldier 1:.....
Soldier 2: what, the legion symbol on our masks and shoulders wasnt a bloody clue?

"I'm not familiar with renegade Spacemarine iconography. Why are you sporting their iconography? That's a fantastic way to piss off the inquisition and lose a planet"

"Who the hell are the inquisition?"

".................what is the date?"

"....how long ago was terra?"
"2 years tops"
"that makes it.....016 M31....ish"

"Ten thousand years in an instant....I take it you're both loyal to the Iron Warriors"

"....and I'm guessing you're not"
*he grips his weapon*

"That's entirely dependant on if anyone decides to try and fight me"