Alliance War - Part 2

If you haven't read the first part, read it here.

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Part 4: All uphill from here
(2 hours after initial attack, first contingent)

2nd Lieutenant Falmanns looked over the battlefield. He was currently leading 4 squads of his fellow Guardsmen against these damned Necrons but it was hard to think of it that way. He was fully aware that what he was doing was serving as a bullet shield for the Knights behind, shooting at the Necrons with their massive guns. Of his troops, only the 2 heavy weapons squads were doing anything noticeable to the Necrons with their Heavy Bolter and Lascannon. Still, not everything was terrible he reasoned. He had been fighting since the beginning of this war, and despite what his superiors told him, the Necrons didn't seem to be putting up much more of a fight here than they had been on the previous Tomb Worlds.

As the First contingent continued to advance, Lieutenant Falmanns wondered if the other contingents were doing as well. "Probably doing better than us", he told himself, "after all, they are lead by Space Marines themselves. There isn't anything in Galaxy that can put up a better fight than them."

(7800 Km away, second contingent)

The battle was not going well. Even with the entirety of an Astartes Chapter fighting furiously they were losing ground. Beor Achlin gazed around the battlefield as best he could with one uncovered eye. The problem was the Abyss Gazers were not used to fighting Necrons. Against Deamons, the polar opposites of the Necrons, they were unmatched and even the random changes to the battlefield that Chaos brought could not sway them. Yet the unflinching, permanent nature of the Necron Monoliths defeated them.

Currently Beor stood next to his good friend Arthan, Chapter Master of the Abyss Gazers. Beor was a tall man, and well built, but next to the armored bulk of Terminator Armor he felt vulnerable despite being easily the most powerful psyker in the sector. Only Lord Harbinger Koios Vivifica of the Angels of Rebirth chapter could match him (and even then that was only while Beor was wearing his power restraining eye patch). He spoke up to Arthan, "Emperor's throne Arthan, what are you waiting for?" The armored giant looked down.

"What do you mean," The vox grill on the helmet rumbled.

"What in Dorn's name are you doing keeping, half the forces in reserve, when clearly those fighting need to be reinforced" Beor gestured at the battlefield in front of them, what Astartes and guard were there were getting pummeled mercilessly be the Necrons summoned up by the Monoliths.

Before answering his question, Arthan turned to his bodyguards, "the fortifications are ready, order a full retreat". Turning back to Beor he answered, "Preparing a trap".

Out on the battlefield, what Astartes and Guardsmen were still alive began to flee back towards where Beor and Arthan stood with the rest of the Guardsmen and Abyss Gazers were. Looking more closely at what the Abyss Gazers had been up to Beor noticed that they had setup a clever series of fortifications that would allow them to subtly funnel the Necrons into a series of killzones. Arthan spoke again, "I will lead the reinforcements myself. Beor, I'm assigning two of my Guard to protect you, get as near as you need once we engage the enemy and back us up with your power. I give you permission to use your full power until we bring down those Monoliths." he held a massive armored hand out to Beor.

Beor reached out and shook it as best he could. "Fight well, old friend," Beor told him. Soon Arthan was gone, with his Honor Guard right behind him, save two who stood to either side of Beor. Well," Beor told them, "lets go let those abominations know what it means to fight the Servants of the Emperor.