0400 Hours till the Drop
The Imperial Fist cut through the blackness of space, the metal behemoth headed at full speed far the Keresh Home System. The majority of the crew, any none vital personnel, had been left aboard Nexus Station for their own good. Months of planning were about to come to fruition, they couldn't afford word getting out of their plans. The ship was eerily quiet as he made his way to the sprawling hanger bay. The door was guarded by one of Warmaster Helhand's Space Marines as a pair of Drop Troopers, there was no need to verify his idea and he was quickly let in. Walking at a brisk pace across the rubberized deck he approached the cluster of drop ships being prepared for the coming assault. The technicians working diligently to have them ready in time for the attack. They'd had to add a fourth transport to the plan just to carry the Warmaster and his five Space Marines, aside from Vlad, none of them seemed especially excited about being aboard a Keresh Warship headed deep into the very heart of Keresh territory.
0300 Hours before the Attack
He sat in his quarters aboard the massive dreadnought, going over the data he had on the various individuals he'd gathered for the raid;
First off there was Alezra, a demon one step away from being a god in her own right. A love of violence and a thirst for blood no amount of slaughter could quench. Her elemental abilities, especially that over metal would play a key role in the coming fight. He decided to bring her with him into the main chambers of the council, where roughly 120 guards would be stationed. Along with Azrael he'd bring Helhand and his Space Marines to provide the extra firepower that would be necessary to deal with the internal defenses.
Then there was the matter of the guard barracks located along side the chambers. Another 120 guards there...
Kayleira would lead the assault there, since the men and women protecting the Imperial Council were guardsmen she was the perfect choice to take out the guards living quarters. Kastiel and Andromeda, the Son and Granddaughter of Kaligar Roxom would accompany her into the fight. He knew what Kastiel was capable of, but had never actually seen his daughter in action, he had to admit he was anxious to see what she could do in the field. One thing about her he found interesting was that she seemed to be involved with Vatok Tarr... a former commando who'd nearly be executed for treason... treason in the councils eyes at least. After days of debate Ravek had managed to talk them down to Exile instead, a scar on the arm was preferable to a grave in any situation.
"Keresh dating Symaarians... who'd have thunk it..." he chuckled before looking back to the files.
Arturia and Salem, both powerful magic users, Salem a fighter just as savage as her mother on the battlefield and Arturia the Succubus turned Keresh trained assassin. They'd be tasked with moving between the two locations for support whenever needed, the Drop Trooper contingent going in with them would assist.
General Gar'kos, Commander of all Keresh Forces on Keresh'nava would handle perimeter security, deploying his troops around the capital city to keep civilians away.
The remaining Commandos he'd hand selected for their prowess and loyalty would be spread among the two locations accordingly.
Leaning back in his chair, placing his hands behind his head he nods approvingly.
"This just might work..."
0030 Minutes till Boots met Dirt
Ravek stood on the shoulder of a ordnance loader mech, using the machine as an impromptu podium, looking out across the assault force. No one said a word.
They had their reasons for being there, loyalty, duty, patriotism, honor. Roughly 100 of the best soldiers and warriors in the galaxy. He found Arturia in the crowd, probably the least experienced of the group. Light years from Earth. There was no doubt in his mind she could fight, he'd trained her himself and she never failed to impress him. She'd finished her training weeks before, but this would truly be her final test.
"Keresh have not spilled Keresh blood in 6,000 years. Our home world has not been attacked in 5,000... Regrettably that changes today. Every one of you knows why you're here. For far to long we've stood by and let the councilors send others to fight their wars. Our fathers, our brothers, our sons." Directing his attention to the Keresh majority of the task force. "Lied to us for their personal gain, left our worlds to die because they weren't worth it in their eyes. No more." Turning his attention to the hulking Space Marines. "Kastiel, Andromeda... Warmaster, you and your marines have my deepest thanks for agreeing to accompany my men" glancing over to Kayleira and a handful of female Keresh Commados gathered behind her "and Women..." winking at the woman who was possibly one of his oldest friends "...and I into a fight that may very well decide the future for both our species."
Going over the group one last time he tried to meet the eyes of everyone present.
"We launch in ten minutes."
There were no cheers our battle cries, they weren't dropping into battle to face an enemy on the field of battle, they were going home... to do something long overdue, facing a force just as skilled and ruthless as they were. Keresh would kill Keresh in the coming hours... and if they failed... they would die for nothing... patriots made out to be traitors.
As the commandos dispersed to perform one last check of their gear Ravek made his way to Salem. Smiling down at the witch. "Remember, not a word of it to Azrael..." knowing she knew exactly what he was referring to, kissing the diminutive witch's forehead, simply because he knew she detested such displays of affection before walking away.
Catching sight of Azra across the hanger he stopped, smiling at her, mockingly blowing the demoness a kiss before making his way to his assigned drop ship, the first one to depart.
Once More Unto the Breach...
The four drop ships excited the leviathan mothership they'd arrived in, leaving the Fist behind as the blue green orb that was the Keresh Home world came into view... along with the Home Fleet... dozens of warships and space stations, squadrons of fighters crisscrossing between them all creating a defense that would make even the greatest of enemies reconsider attacking the home world of the Keresh.
Cuing his Helmet comm he spoke to all of those present.
"Take note of this day, for the first time in 4,000 years non Keresh are seeing the Keresh Homeworld."
Letting it sink in for a moment as they passed the massive vessels of the Keresh Navy shielding the world.
"Touch down in five."
This was strange... normally they'd be taking anti-aircraft fire by this point, but the men manning the batteries below where friendly. The troop bay of Ravek's ship was deathly silent, the blue sky visible out of the side windows. The councils meeting hall coming into view.
Fly past as if on their way to one of the various bases that dotted the planets surface the four craft suddenly accelerate, landing in the large pavilion within the compound. The troop bays opening as Commandos and Symaarian Space Marines leaped from them. Their leaders already on the ground. The guards present were in shock... and it cost them... one reached for his sidearm and a trio of commandos mowed him down, the guards armor no match for the fall of lead that slammed into him.
"You know where to go! Lets wrap this up quick before they can organize!" Waving for his troops to follow him as he charged through the open door into the council building, the guard who'd opened the door receiving a wrist blade to the neck.
The Keresh Revolution had begun...