Ok, here is the next part as promised.
Not sure if I will be able to post anything up tomorrow as Im going away for a little while tomorrow.
Anyway, enjoy this part!
Adramalech awoke as if someone had just jump started his form and his heart raced when he bolted upright on top of his crystalline bed.
He blinked his eyes and felt the ache of a body that has been laying suspended for far too long.
He was still in his commanders tent, but he could hear gunfire near by.
Even closer than that, was Yana Orkan.
The Eldar was alone with him and did not wear his disguise. - He looked worried and strangely tired.
Adramalech fixed him with a questioning stare and flung his stiff legs over the side off the bed to feel a dull ache in his back.
Yana reacted to the shuffling sound and spun around to lay eyes upon his master.
"Mi Lord!", he began and took a step towards the huge, white skinned giant, but stopped when Adramalech held up a hand and seemed to question the unruly gunfire that could be heard from the outside.
"The men... - Restless they have been, ever since the missiles and projectiles came through the portals to kill many of their numbers", he told Adramalech, and the giant of a man nodded, rubbing his neck before getting back to his feet.
"Later, rebel they did", Yana continued.
"After the portals collapsed, say we use them as not but tools their self proclaimed leaders did. - Believe they have no purpose with us, but to die, says they".
Adramalech nodded in understanding and felt his throat constrict as he cleared it.
"How long?", he asked.
"Over two days you slept", Yana answered, rushing to his master's side, presenting a cup of tea.
Adramalech greedily drank it down.
"And the Astartes?", asked Adramalech, feeling his throat clear up a bit.
"Understand that sacrifice is necessary they do. - Still with us they are", Yana answered.
"Fight the rebellion some do as well. - As do the Ulefenhedner. Activated the forcefield generators have I".
"Good!", said Adramalech again clearing his throat.
He felt famished and walked over to the food table to greedily rip a fried chicken and some bread apart.
"And the Hrud?", he asked while chewing heavily.
"Loyal to you as always they are", answered Yana.
"Most of them were away when rebellion begin it did; most of them away they still be".
Adramalech nodded again. "And how come you have not yet struck this rebellion down?", he asked, still eating.
Yana looked almost hurt. "Struck many down have we, but civil war out there it be.
The rebels, locked themselves away they have. Using caves and bottlenecks as cover, so hard to reach they be.
Some be hidden among the men still loyal. Some break out to try and attack this place, like now. - And fight with the desperation of dead men, do they.
More men sent against them to fight and die, turn disloyal they do. - Join the ranks of the enemy".
Adramalech nodded in understanding again, having finished a whole chicken already
"And why have not my Astartes forces simply put down this rebellion?", he asked.
Yana looked almost disgusted. "Astartes. More fighting they should do, but in large, most see this as their problem they do not.
Why risk their own warriors, says they, when regular soldiers can do the dying".
Yana shook his head. "Even with the Astartes on our side, the rebels over six hundred they be. Well armed, well equipped and well bunkered up they be. - Well planned this move was".
Adramalech nodded again and chomped down large pieces of bread with gulps of tea from a huge mug.
Yana looked upon his master with worry. "Eat so fast after days without nourishment you should not", he said. - "Sick you will be".
Adramalech simply shook his head. "I will be all right", he said. - "After so many thousands of years I know my limitations".
Yana accepted that, but still had his doubts.
"What of Everkill?", asked Adramalech. - "He seems to question my every move. - Is he still with us?".
"Everkill, while still loyal he be, the main reason why so many Astartes stand down, he be also", Yana continued.
"Why fight when we have soldiers and the mighty Adramalech?, says he. - Should not the sleeping giant be able to set this right himself?, he taunts".
Adramalech finally stopped eating and wiped his hands on a cloth.
"Right!", Adramalech said feeling anger well up within him.
"Captain Everkill is right!", he continued, seemingly talking to himself; his gruff voice filled with irritation.
"It is my responsibility to set this situation right. - The psychic exertions of the last battle took more out off me than it should. - Maintaining our non-detection shield, our defences, mind control, the gateways and the attack upon the enemy. - It all taxed me. - But now the sleeping giant has slept long enough!", he concluded, affixing his helmet before nodding to Yana Orkan.
The lithe Eldar brought Adramalech his weapons, seemingly morphing from Eldar to human as he did.
Adramalech pulled his heavy, lightning clawed gauntlets on and affixed them to his blood red armour. Ready at last, he marched upon the exit.
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Adramalech stepped outside his tent to look upon the chaos that was their secret hideout.
To one side of the cave, was a huge pile of bodies and not to far off hundreds of men were fighting each-other.
Lasfire pelted the area around the commanders tent, but the force fields kept the puny shots at bay.
Nearby a small group of soldiers were caught up in brutal close combat and Adramalech's Ulfenhedner were having a field day ripping them apart.
One rebel soldier saw Adramalech stepping out of the tent and immediately emptied his magazine towards him, but the force field in the area swallowed the energy with ease.
Adramalech lifted an eyebrow inquisitorially, then promptly broke the man's neck with the tiniest inkling of psychic force.
The majority of the force still loyal to Adramalech, had moved into the relative safe cover that was behind the ridge of the commander's tent, within the huge cave "city".
In front of the tent however, was a thin defensive line, Ulfenhedner and even a small force of Astartes warriors seeming to have fun within the brutal and bloody melee.
The Astartes were Cryus Crom's men, Adramalech realised.
To one side, within the forcefield, stood three of Adramalech's Captains. Aedan Radek, Belial Neigorath and Apoc Everkill.
They stood with arms crossed and followed the conflict out there, but every now and then they glanced Adramalech's way, obviously expectant of how the Chaos Lord would tackle this situation.
Adramalech surmised there may be as much as two hundred rebels currently fighting his men from a makeshift trench and cover line out there.
Some of them were up on the ground itself while fighting his people, others were firing their weapons and these even had some help from the cave entrances further back in the huge cavern, he saw, guessing, that was where most of the rebels were hiding.
"Most of the traitors, hiding within those cave they be", Yana Orkan said from Adramalech's side, pointing towards the cave entrances.
"Every now and then they make a plea to get to leave for the surface, or a make a desperate push to break through. - But we always stop them", Captain Sauel, the Apostle of Luther, interjected.
The Astartes Captain had walked over to stand beside Adramalech now that he was out of his tent.
"This is the largest offensive so far however", he concluded.
Adramalech nodded in understanding, then he took a single step forward and lifted his arms in speech as if to draw the attention of everyone within the cave.
Somehow it actually worked and the charismatic Word Bearer lifted his voice in a bellows of basso
words that carried throughout the cavern.
"Men of Nestir, hear me!", he said with conviction, and somehow everyone present did.
"To those of you who find yourself fighting me and my forces now, but wish you did not have to.
For those of you who are simply afraid and find yourself on the wrong side, I offer amnesty".
Adramalech could feel some of the tension drain from the cavern, as if though his words were magic; and off course, to some extent they were.
"I came before you as a saviour!", he continued.
"You would see your people free from the oppression of the Imperium. - Well, some will find themselves unworthy of such an existence, but I still believe in you and I never said there would be no dying.
You knew from the start that you would have to fight for your freedom and maybe even die for the freedom of your families.
But all the more, you are martyrs to your cause, and for those of you who live to see the end of this war, you will stand as shining examples and heroes, all! - Serving in the glorious light of a thankful god!"
At that a low murmured mumbling filled the cavern and the Astartes Captains at Adramalech's side nervously shifted heir stance at such a bold remark, fearing that somehow this overconfident Word Bearer may try to call upon the attention of the Greater Powers themselves.
Adramalech however, seemingly unaffected, continued.
"I do not wish to be cruel and I need you all to stand with me", he said.
"You are not tools to me, you are heroes and saviours. What interest could I possibly have to see you dead, when I need you all alive? - Yet all who lay down their lives for the greater cause, all who are true to faith in our cause, shall be resurrected and find great prosperity and happiness once our task is done. - Together we can do this! Together we can free this world!"
Adramalech could feel the hearts of the majority of his men soar, but he could also feel that he was loosing his grip of interest on some.
"I know many of you who now stand opposed to me do so out of fear and necessity", he continued.
"But fear no more, for your time is at hand. Walk forward now and come back into the fold. You will not be harmed! - You will be accepted, and your enemies will be struck down!"
With that, Adramalech could feel the minds of many among the Rebels turn. They dropped their weapons and walked forward, some even exiting the safety of their caverns and bunker constructs.
But even more among them turned to anger, the spell broken and Adramalech now knew who he still could trust and who he would have to kill.
With infinite strain to his psychic abilities, Adramalech stretched his mind and protected those who had laid low their weapons, just as he had promised.
When the rebels that had not been swayed tried to strike down those among them that had been turned against them, they found that those who had surrendered stood unharmed and a second later golden light filled the chamber in more than sixty locations as Adramalech teleported those of his subjects still loyal to him, to safety near his tent.
With no more human reinforcements coming, Adramalech needed as much of his army as possible alive and loyal, and this act would help preserve those he could still trust to fight loyally.
Furthermore, his Messiah-like forgiveness and protection could only serve to convince the rest of his army that they really did mean something to him; that they were not mere meat-puppets to be used as tools. - Even if that was exactly what they were.
The rest, those who did not stay loyal, would be made a stark example off.
having completed his protective teleportation, Adramalech could feel a shift in the temper and perception of those men still loyal to him.
It was as if though they had seen their saviour once more and found a renewed faith.
For the rebels it was the exact opposite. They had seen the allure of the Warp and felt disgusted with it. They repulsed and rebelled, against it.
Again Adramalech bent reality to his will and the remaining rebels in the open suddenly started pointing their weapons at each-other.
Their pained movements were clearly against their own will, but they carried them out anyway and with weapons pointed at friends and brothers, they fired.
Throughout the cavern, desperate fighting broke out once again as the rebels rushed forward from their caves in a single, last and desperate push for freedom.
Yet over the din of this battle, Adramalech's voice carried a clear message straight into the minds of his raptured and still loyal soldiers.
"Kill them! - Kill them all!"
As Adramalech retreated once more to the confines of his tent, the battle outside turned into a bloody massacre.
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