Crimson Forges

[TheReal_ND]

Segunda Luna fell away in the distance like a stone cast down a well. In deed only time and space could heal the pulsing wound like visage the formerly great hive world had been transformed into. Cato flipped the viewing panel off. He didn’t need to be a low level pycher to know what would happen next. His Primarch would icily hand out promotions and badges while saying nothing. Maybe a grim nod would suffice. He also didn’t need to be a low level pycher to know what would happen to him if the Inquisition found out he was a pycher. Cato shook his head grimly as he rubbed his fist. Like a phantom limb he could still feel where the blood stained gauntlet of his power armor had been just hours before. It was strange for him to look at his naked hand and think of how many broken bodies it had been responsible for. No time to relive the glory of carnal death and martial prowess now. He had a report to submit. The viewing screen snapped on sensing his intention and went to transponder mode. He looked at his own grim visage being recorded for a moment.
“Commander, Segunda Luna is now in a state of compliance. Resistance fighters have been eliminated. All working age men have been taken in bondage. The boys have been submitted to the screeners for later assessment. We have left behind two regiments per your request. Total casualties are seven hundred. We are currently enroute to Wakanda sector. Heil Baron!”
The screen flicked off. He knew the message would reach his Primarch before he left the Warp Weave and his commander would be pleased. No sense in leaving this place to their rear as they began their true campaign against the massive Orc Waugh forming near the Wakanda sector. Besides, some of these boys might even become recruits. The others, will be returned to service in the Empire. The ones that survived the tests anyway. But he didn’t care about that. His life was sworn to the God Emperor.

Fifth Thunder Bird regiment entered the Warp as he lay his head back on the bulkhead.