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The Lord of Iron was fed up. He has had enough with the ignorance from the Warmaster, and the foolish descent into chaos his brothers underwent. So, instead of being demoted further and having his men be wasted on these puppets of the ruinous powers and their losing war, he withdrew back into orbit.

He boarded the thunderhawk loaded with iron warriors and it took off. Of course, being in an active warzone, it wasn't exactly smooth sailing, as engines were being shot out and a strange portal appeared in front of the ship.

Upon entering the portal, the rapidly descending Thunderhawk found itself in a much nicer, less war-torn world. Perturabo was barking orders as the pilot attempted to steer the broken aircraft.

They eventually crash landed in a sparsely populated, hilly region right before the mountains. Perturabo ripped the hatch off the hinges and got out, looking furious at the circumstances. The ten foot tall absolute tank of a man looked around his surroundings and sighed.

"Fine. We set up here. We'll see what we can make of this world..." He snarled out as the 30 iron warriors in the transport began getting to work, Surveying and entrenching around the thunderhawk.

The Hammer of Olympia was making his mark on Mobius.

*The Lord of Iron was fed up. He has had enough with the ignorance from the Warmaster, and the foolish descent into chaos his brothers underwent. So, instead of being demoted further and having his men be wasted on these puppets of the ruinous powers and their losing war, he withdrew back into orbit.*

*He boarded the thunderhawk loaded with iron warriors and it took off. Of course, being in an active warzone, it wasn't exactly smooth sailing, as engines were being shot out and a strange portal appeared in front of the ship.*

*Upon entering the portal, the rapidly descending Thunderhawk found itself in a much nicer, less war-torn world. Perturabo was barking orders as the pilot attempted to steer the broken aircraft.*

*They eventually crash landed in the doomsday district, almost hitting an abandoned building. Perturabo ripped the hatch off the hinges and got out, looking furious at the circumstances. The ten foot tall absolute tank of a man looked around his surroundings and sighed.*

"Fine. We set up here. We'll see what we can make of this world..." *He snarled out as the 30 iron warriors in the transport began getting to work, Surveying and entrenching around the thunderhawk.*

*The Hammer of Olympia was making his mark on Hell.*

He was looking for his legion to no success.

Don't ask about the blood and bones, I'm sure it's fine.

He's.. almost made a routine out of it by now. Hunting down the traitorous fifth, traveling the warp and such. Today was going to be one of those usual days, tearing through Word Bearers like tissue paper. After all, what are they to do against a 20 foot raven beast of the warp? Well seems like the answer to that question was flee. Cowards, truly. What else should he expect? He made chase through the warp portal that was opened and...

This was far from expected.

He found himself flying in some new world. Almost a paradise to what he was used to, with bright blue skies and lush Green plains and forests. He found a spot to land and touched down, his body shifting to a smaller, more human version, still ten feet tall with pale skin and entirely black eyes

"This is quite unusual... I should try to familiarize myself with this planet, seeing as I'm not going anywhere for a while..."

Dunno when he got there either, I'm just sitting here bored rn

*He found himself in an unfamiliar land, attempting to find out WHY he was here. He was a powerful soul but certainly still in need of judgement.. He did not know that, so he walked around largely as normal*

He's.. almost made a routine out of it by now. Hunting down the traitorous fifth, traveling the warp and such. Today was going to be one of those usual days, tearing through Word Bearers like tissue paper. After all, what are they to do against a 20 foot raven beast of the warp? Well seems like the answer to that question was flee. Cowards, truly. What else should he expect? He made chase through the warp portal that was opened and...

This was far from expected.

He found himself flying in some new realm. A strange city with a blood red sky and what appears to be two moons. He found a spot to land and touched down on top of a building, his body shifting to a smaller, more human version, still ten feet tall with pale skin and entirely black eyes

"Odd... This isn't any world I've seen before....what sorcery are those traitors practicing now?"

*It was a slow day so he was currently just catching up on paperwork*

What was the angel of death doing today? Well he was taking a break from reaping for a few hours, so he was just hanging around in the void with little else to do

Oh that fateful day... During the siege of Terra in the 31st millennium. The Great Angel had fought hard against the Warmaster, yet overall stood no chance due to his wounds sustained. Despite the odds stacked against him, he still fought, and he fought hard. Although it turned into less of a fight, and more of a very, very brutal beating.

As everything fades to black, for a moment there was silence. Darkness, absolutely nothingness.

And then, there was suddenly blue skies all around. Below was lush grass... that was rapidly getting closer. On instinct his wings shot open, gliding to the ground. It was more like a drunken pigeon instead of the graceful warrior angel he was normally. He was, however able to land safely on solid ground.

He checked himself over. No broken bones, No blood, (Not his own anyways) He was fine other than his hair being slightly matted with dust and debris. It was a similar story with his wings.

"I... How..? Where am I..."

He got up and began searching his surroundings.

I personally think I made some good choices and I am unbelievably happy with em! Detail and articulation is immaculate and the part that really got me was the removable mags on our ultramarine here! Got em off of amazon since I didn't even know they had a separate store. How's the shipping to the US usually off their site? Also are there any figures I should steer clear of or are they all as awesome as these. And yeah I know they're kinda pricey but compared to some other figures, the quality is worth the price

Chara found himself, yet again, falling. Falling into another unfamiliar place that he did not ask to be. Luckily, he was able to OVERWRITE and teleport himself to the ground. Doesn't mean he was happy to be here

He looked up and saw the crimson red sky as well as the complete freak show of people around him

"... Welp. Figured I'd show up here sooner or later"

He started walking around

He found himself surrounded by the absolute dregs of society... and not just his own legion, but sinners of hell... So he had a plan. In the dark of night (If hell even has nights) sinners had been disappearing and their corpses found chained up and flayed by morning

The Night Haunter and the eighth legion were doing their duty in the underworld

*He seemed confused... both on how he was currently alive and why he was on, to him, ancient terra*

"It is I, Sanguinius of the blood angels. What exactly is this place?"

*Who the hell invited him? Don't ask me, he's just showing up for, in his words, a "Friendly meet n' greet" whatever the hell that's supposed to mean. Either way he was walking down the halls like nothing was wrong with his shotgun on his back and ukulele in hand*

"Yeah I guess I just check in with the cookies here biannually. So how's everyone holding up?"

A random office computer in the building flashed with the Foundation's emblem, followed by the live feed of a 3 eyed man lounged back in a chair. In the background there was a shotgun leaning on the wall and a ukulele visible on a side table

He leaned in to look closer at the screen

"Eh? Is anyone here or is the damn place abandoned? Hellooooo?"

The man seemed impatient, tapping at his webcam