"Xenos sighted, location iota, three, nine" The comm whispered inside his helmet.
Ektor double clicked static into his vox link as an affirmative and locked a targeting rune onto his integral map overlay.
"Contact in two clicks, Cry havoc, for the Emperor, the chapter....."
"And Sanguinius!" His squad finished, gunning their engines into overdrive and speeding across the basalt wasteland, stripped of topsoil by decades of war.
"Primarch's blood!" Spat Alkon, spirit of courage, "I can find these filth by stink."
"Watch you tongue!" growled Aloster, spirit of vengeance, "you are unworthy"
"Pious fool" laughed Alkon, running his fingers through the motions of awakening on his plasma gun.
"Careful Alkon, remember what you wield, I don't know what Moros could do for you if you displease the Emperor this day" called Androk, spirit of slaughter.
"Alkon I can replace" said Moros, psychopomp priest "but we need that gun!"
"This is it" came the voice of Ektor "ready weapons, prepare for glory!"
The orks looked to the ridge as the bikes hurtled down the black incline.
"Fire!" came the order from Ektor and the mass reactive shells smashed the orks into the air, covering the small slave creatures at their feet with thick, dark, ichor. Another, and another went down and the bolters roared like lions.
The orks were a disordered mass, but some, braver, more cunning than the others were tearing weapons up from crude armouries and returning fire, the simple projectiles ricocheting from the plate of the five Astartes or falling ineffectually short.
Even as more of the Xenos fell into the filth of their encampment, a larger one was attempting to rally control, kicking about him, waving a foul totem and shouting in some brutish alien tongue.
The warboss pointed at the marines with a cruel power claw and a a moment later the world around them filled with noise and pressure. A flechette of shrapnel sliced into the knee of Aloster's armour causing him to fall behind and his rune briefly flashed amber inside Ektor's helmet, before returning to green as teh powered plate's integrated systems routed salves and unguents to the wound and bypasses the damaged power bundles.
"Kill that thing!" shouted Ektor as he discovered the source of the attack, a sputtering, grinding hulk striding towards them, saws and brutish missiles where arms should be.
"Already dead" said Alkon as a superheated ball of starfire liquified the body of the walker. It fell to its knees, cursing and bellowing with rage in its harsh tongue, from its wheezing mechanical speakers.
"Unleash hell" Said Ektor as he smashed his Mechanicum gifted cyberhorse into the Orks surrounding the giant leader. His power sword and storm shield crackling and humming as he began the slaughter.
"Contempt is my armour, strength is my shield, the light of the Emperor guide this blade I wield!" Aloster shouted, as his chainsword dismembered Ork after Ork, spraying his armour with viscera, glorying in the butchery of the confused and terrified greenskins, broken by the ferocity of the charge.
The boss bellowed in rage at his underlings, beating and smashing with his monstrous arm at the fleeing aliens, adding to the chaos and carnage of the destructive, relentless Astartes warriors. He Screamed a feral challenge, smashed aside a group of whimpering slave and fired his massive weapon at Androk. The huge caliber bullet blasted into the Spirit of Slaughter throwing him from his bike, sending it hurtling into the mob of terrified and bewildered Orks like the fury of a crashing star. Ektor saw Androk fall under the mass of orks clawing at his armour and swung his power sword, decapitating a beast with two brutal, rusted axes. He urged his steed onwards into the mass, feeling the pistons and gears beneath its flesh grind and pump as its iron hooves smashed skull after skull after skull.
Finally the boss was in front of him, towering over even the transhuman size of the mounted Astartes. The claw smashed into his shield, filling the air with light and noise and he returned the blow, severing the other hand at the wrist. Laughing maniacally, the Ork smashed Ektor in the face with the stump, smashing his left eye lense and almost forcing him from his steed onto the slick oily ground. Combat stimms, integrated into his armour kicked in almost immediately, and Ektor felt his head clear. He blocked another sweep of the claw and pushed his mount further into the press of battle. The Ork stumbled and Ektor turned another clumsy blow. He struck with his flashing sword again, and again, driving the beast back, and again he drove his steed forwards. The monstrous Ork once again stumbled and Ektor lifted his sword for the killing blow. As the boss bellowed in anger and frustration the rest of the greenskins fled.
"Moros" called Ektor, "find Androk, prepare his body, harvest his geneseed, say the words, from blood comes blood."
"I'm not quite ready to enter the hall yet" Came a voice through the static. "Main systems down, thigh broken, left hand gone, but don't go rewarding my brothers with a heroes armour whilst his sword still swings"
"Moros, see to him. Glory to the Emperor and Sanguinius this day, have the artisans began work on a banner, much honour is to be won here"