The hull of the xenos station melted away as the assault claws punched in and disgorged their deadly occupants. Immediately the forces of the tenth and third legions were assailed by fifty Diasporex marines, alien lasrifles punching holes through armor, cybernetics, and flesh. The Astartes responded in kind. Bolters pounded through the enemy. Meltaguns seared bodies through bulkheads. Though both sides took casualties, only one fell screaming.
Phoebe and Ferrus leapt from their own transport and immediately rushed down the wide hangar with their command squads, small arms fire plinking off their masterwork armor harmlessly as they thundered into the foe.
Phoebe rushed one human combatant and decapitated him, ignoring his pitiful weapon. One xeno tried to tackle her and plunge a knife through her power armor, but as he went for her legs she had already spun around and shattered his face with a knee. She swung at another, and another, and launched into a dance of war, her sword whirling, plunging through hearts, severing limbs, cracking armor plates, ending lives. Phoebe reveled in their cries and longed to feel their lifeblood against her skin.
The last human standing rushed at Ferrus from behind, bellowing a war cry and brandishing a power
axe. Phoebe cut his legs out from under him just as he was about to try the same to the Gorgon. Ferrus turned only as the man was shot dead by one of his guard. As they locked eyes through their visors, Phoebe uttered an absurd giggle, which Ferrus returned as a hefty laugh.
Just then, more defenders rushed through the main passage, weapons fire splitting the air again as heavy bolters tried to cut them down. A multi-melta erased one of the Gorgon Terminators beside the Primarchs, forcing them to take cover. Grenade launchers peppered their armor with shrapnel. Laser beams and plasma blasts pressed in on the Astartes.
"We need to get up there!" Phoebe shouted.
Ferrus nodded and keyed to his gunners.