Edited 29MAY, to show what happened to Lopez's Daemon Weapon.
Edited 02JUN, to note Ordo Astartes' participation in the Inquisition's investigation.
Pedro Mitre saw red when he awoke; the Bleeding-hearted Angels Chaplain removed his skull helm to wiped blood from his forehead. "What happened?" he asked, noting the odd angle the Baal Predator turret was in.
"The traitors downed our transporter," answered the Marine who served as driver and hull gunner. "The rear grapples prematurely released us."
"We will honor the Thunderhawk transporter and its crew for their sacrifice," 'if we survive,' he didn't say, hiding his bitterness towards the apparent futility of the Bleeding-hearted Angels' efforts. Mitre opened a hatch, his head rising above the pulpit mounted atop the Baal Predator turret (itself mounted atop a Land Raider Redeemer) to take advantage of the higher vantage point. "For they brought the traitors within our reach." He put on the skull helm. "Advance!" The Chaplain braced himself as the Redeemer's sponson-mounted Flamestorm cannon-- which Mitre dutifully blessed this morning, as he prayed to the Emperor for guidance-- pushed the tank off its side.
The battle was already fierce when Mitre's modified Land Raider Redeemer arrived. "What in hell is that?!" the driver exclaimed.
The sight rekindled hatred in the Chaplain's hearts. The approaching Daemon Engine skittered on eight metal legs outboard of its caterpillar tracks; its heavy bolter sponsons had mutated into scorpion-like claws; its Flamestorm cannon had mutated into a stinger, the turret into a tail curving over the machine-turned-beast's head; but was still recognizable as Eighth Company's Reclusiam field shrine, a Baal Predator formerly serving as a Bleeding-hearted Angels Chaplain's pulpit.
"It is an insult to our Primarch's memory." Mitre pushed a joystick behind his pulpit, making the turret traverse as the Daemon Engine's passenger-- a Dark Apostle of the Word Bearers Traitor Legion-- aimed a power maul at the Bleeding-hearted Angels Chaplain. "Fire on my target!" Mitre ignored the heavy bolter shells reaching for him as he squeezed the trigger, turret-mounted assault cannons hammering the tank-turned-scorpion. The hull-mounted weapons opened fire a split-second later, shattering the enemy's armor to reveal the mutated bodies of two Marines: the tank's gunner and driver, fused to their crew stations when the vehicle transformed.
The Daemon Engine stopped firing; its sponsons-turned-claws rose to shield its exposed flesh, but not before Mitre beheaded the mutated gunner. The Dark Apostle inhaled loudly, but the Redeemer's Flamestorm cannon spoke first, reducing the traitors' last words to agonized screams. The Bleeding-hearted Angels Chaplain drew a bolt pistol, shot and killed the Word Bearer-- not to relieve the traitor's suffering, but to prevent him from mutating into a Chaos Spawn and fighting on, as many Heartless Angels did. The Redeemer turned away from the burning Daemon Engine, escaping its projected blast radius.
Mitre stood still as the enemy vehicle exploded, only for a blazing axe to sever his left hand, the blow launching the Chaplain from his pulpit. "Argh!" 'The enemy used the fireball,' from the exploding Daemon Engine, 'to hide his presence,' he realized as the ground rose to meet him.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" Feathery wings rose from Lopez's shoulders. His missing hand was replaced with a transparent talon, visible only because the air around it was Warped; this "ghost talon" phased through the Land Raider Redeemer's armor to pluck the tank crewmen from their stations, allowing Blood Vengeance to harvest their skulls. Bolt shells reached for the Heartless Angels leader's head, but the ghost talon rose, freezing the projectiles in midair.
"Khorne rewarded my loyalty, blessing me with godlike strength!" Lopez exclaimed as the shells harmlessly detonated within a Warp energy field. "This strength could've been yours." The traitor flew from the Redeemer-- its roof still phased through the crewmen's torsos, leaving their headless bodies half in, half out of the hull-- and landed before Mitre, who struggled to reloaded the pistol with one hand. "It can still be yours." The ghost talon extended as a gesture of friendship. "Renounce the Anathema-- the Emperor, and join your true brothers..."
Boom! The explosion drew Lopez's eyes upward. "My Thunderhawk!" he cried as his flaming gunship fell before those bearing a skull within an iron halo-- symbol of the Sons of Medusa. While he was distracted, the Redeemer's Flamestorm cannon traversed-- on its own, as the servitor gunner's headless body was visible above its barrel-- to strike the Heartless Angels leader's head, knocking Lopez onto the ground. Engines roaring, the Land Raider Redeemer moved itself, crushing the traitor's legs beneath its tracks. "Ahhhh!"
Blood Vengeance rose to its wielder's defense, but the Flamestorm cannon opened fire, bathing the Daemon Weapon in blessed fuel. The Daemon bound to the weapon, shrieked as the chainaxe shattered, forcing it-- and Khorne's blessings upon its wielder-- from the material realm.
Mitre let his pistol fall to the ground as he rose, drawing a crozius arcanum, his staff of office. "Die!" The Chaplain repeatedly swung the crozius, flattening Lopez's skull, crushing the Chaos Marine's chest, shattering his pauldrons and erasing the defaced Bleeding-hearted Angels symbol, breaking his arms, tearing off the mutant's wings, until everything above the traitor's waist was ground into dust.
A shadow fell over Mitre. "Are you a Bleeding-hearted Angel?" the shadow asked. The Chaplain nodded, too tired to speak. "I am Codicier Taprik of the Sons of Medusa. By Inquisitor Ward Thornton's order, under the Ordo Astartes and Ordo Hereticus' joint authority, you are to surrender to our custody."
Chaplain Mitre took off his helm as he climbed to his feet, meeting his captor's eyes with grim determination the skull helm and its ruby lenses cannot express.
Edited by Bjorn Firewalker, 02 June 2016 - 10:30 AM.