Chaplain camales stood on the balcony watching the ravenwing training in their complex manoeuvres.
Bikes and speeders were moving at breakneck speed. The bikers especially always held a fascination for him; they could do things with those bikes that would make the hair on his neck stand on end. More than often the adeptus mechanicus had complained about the treatment the bikes and speeders received from the ravenwing. When they found out the ground proximity detectors were being de-activated and in some cases not fitted at all they reported the matter to the inquisition under techno heresy. The sound of footsteps snapped him out of his thoughts.

"You requested to see me brother chaplain?", Camales turned to see Gideon, master of the ravenwing, standing to perfect attention. His armour dirty and dusty from training with his men. "My apologies for my appearance chaplain, but."

Camales held up his hand to interrupt him, " no need to apologise master Gideon, I realise your duties are very demanding. I have asked you here to discuss our forth-coming battle. We have reason to believe that some of the fallen may be involved in a raid on a munitions plant on the northern continent. Obviously, we need to capture these individuals if this is the case and persuade them to repent for their actions".

"Yes brother camales. I assume the usual contingent of speeders and bikes will be required. I will assign some attack bikes also incase enemy armour would get too inquisitive and to privide mobile heavy support".

"Excellent Gideon, please make the necessary arrangements. I have already briefed the deathwing, please notify me when you and your men are ready".

"Yes brother". With that Gideon turned and marched out of the room.

Inside the first company armoury the rows of terminator armour stood in perfect order, behind them the variety of weapons each marine could field were stowed on racks. Ranged weapons at the top and close combat weapons below. Four of the marines in the line had no ranged weapon fitted to his right arm
Camales moved from marine to marine blessing each terminator individually and repeating the rites of sealing as each marine locked his helmet in place. At the end of the row was brother bethor, bearer of the sacred standard. In his right hand he held the standard of devastation one of the chapters' most holy relics.

"Brother bethor, where is your helmet?",

"With respect chaplain I wish not to wear one today."

"You must brother it is the wish of the techmarines that you do, they have a special task for us today and it requires the targeting systems in your helmet so please don your helm at once". Bethor finished locking the helmet in place and as he did so the doors to the armoury opened and in walked brother balarus, the senior techmarine in the chapter and master of the forge. Three techmarines and ten servitors who between them carried four weapons cases, which looked very tightly, sealed, followed him.

"Brother camales, are the marines I selected for the trials ready?",

"Yes master of the forge they are", camales turned to face the marines lined up behind him, and "brothers bethor, akaad and zaddius please step forwards as the marines stepped forwards the techmarines opened the boxes. The three techmarines took position in front of the terminators and balarus in front of camales.

"Brothers will you please extend your right arms", as one all four terminators extended their arms, the techmarines removed the weapons from the boxes and locked them into place. The weapons were slightly larger than a stormbolter and marginally heavier. In place of the magazines was what looked like coolant chamber on a plasma pistol. The barrel was slightly longer with a narrower profile.

"These weapons are the firearms we constructed from the plans we took off the STC the alpha legion were absconding w ith, the recharge rate is only .023 seconds but caution is advised not to raise the ROF to more than 1000 rounds per minute. Whilst this is slower than the storm bolter I think you'll appreciate the change" and with that the techmarines left. Bethor stared at the weapon turning his hand from left to right and said "interesting".

"Line in brothers, we must report to the teleportation chamber for our deployment to the surface". With that the marines filed out of the armoury.

On the planet surface Gideon watched as the ravenwing attack bikes corned four traitor rhino transports in a cross roads, the multimeltas on the bikes ripping the tanks apart, throwing their passengers out along with sections of the exploding tanks. Tactical marines moved in bolters blazing butchering the survivors before they could react to the dark angels. A squad of marines suddenly took up Gideons' attention in black armour running for cover into crumbled building. Clicking his commlink t o send he contacted the terminators in orbit.

"Brother camales, it appears the flames are pushing out the rats. Co-ordinates transmitted, Gideon out."
Gunning his bike Gideon roared off to join his squad.

Inside the ruined cathedral the air began to grow heavy, the smell of ozone and the heavy hanging of the warp dissipated to leave the ten terminators with their chaplain. From out of the rubble sprung chaos cultists determined to bring the marines down. As soon as the cultists attacked the black armoured marines followed suit bolters blazing. Bethor stuck the standard in the ground and the marines opened fire. The storm bolters alone cut a swathe through the cultists. The marines armed with the plasma weapons began to fire and I seemed as if there was a constant beam of energy cutting a line through the enemy. When the marines had dealt with the cultists and the traitors Camales moved amongst the traitors to check for survivors. Four dead marines had the ma rkings of the black legion but three had markings of the dark angels. The one who looked like a sergeant was missing his left arm and half his head, the other two, were alive.

"Chaplain camales to thunderhawk four. Request immediate pickup. We must return to the rock with all haste, I have work to do".

++++CONFIRMED. THUNDERHAWK INBOUND. ETA FOUR MINUTES++++

In the main bay of the thunder hawk the traitors were bound and gagged in theirs seats. As they came to the first thing they saw was camales glaring at them, the groggy feeling soon left them and terror spread on their faces as camales leaned forwards,

"Welcome back traitors, we have much to discuss"…………….