[Excerpt: The Anphelion Project] The Red Scorpions chapter abandon an Inquisitor to die to the Tyranids
Context: A task force of Space Marines, AdMech and Guardsmen led by an Inquisitor, are sent to investigate the reason behind the loss of all communications with a classified Imperial Research Facility. The true purpose of the facility was to investigate the Tyranid threat and they used captured live specimens to enact their testing. As you can expect, things got out of control and all hell broke loose. There's a conflict of goals between the astartes of the Red Scorpions and Inquisitor Lok, who believes he still has command over them.
After a Thunderhawk crash-lands carrying Chapter Master Culln, the dispersed Red Scorpions decide to abandon their initial goal to regroup and rescue their commander.
>“Odds are there will be no survivors from the crash. Sending more men out to look for them is condemning those men to death as well. It is a fool’s errand. I will not sanction any rescue mission. Our priority must be our survival until an evacuation can be effected. We must complete the mission.”
>Apothecary Rael glowered at the Inquisitor barring his way. “We will not leave our brothers to rot in this place. Dead or alive, they must return to the Chapter. The Chapter must have its dues,” the Space Marine growled his response, and before the Inquisitor could answer, snapped his helmet into place. “This mission is under my command. You, and your brothers, are under my authority. The power of the Emperor is vested in me. Dare you gainsay the word of an Inquisitor?” warned Lok.
>The Apothecary simply ignored him, flicking his comms channel open, “Squads Rael and Avna rendezvous on me.” He called his men to him, brushing past the Inquisitor as he left. The argument was over.
>Lok let the Space Marine go, but not without a final warning, “You and your Chapter have not heard the last of this insubordination!” The blast door slid shut behind the Space Marine as he stepped out into the darkness. Apothecary Rael’s men moved to their vehicles and marched onboard.
>The Thunderhawk’s locating beacon was giving off a weak signal, but it was enough for them to home-in on. Once all were onboard, the convoy of Razorbacks and Rhinos headed off into the jungle.
Afterwards, seeing that the entire mission has failed and they are about to be completely overrun by super evolved tyranids, Culln is ordered to evacuate the planet, but only with his marines:
>“My authority now supersedes yours, Lord Inquisitor.” Commander Culln stood upon the ramp of his Thunderhawk gunship. Behind him a Thunderhawk transporter was raising two Razorbacks on its loading claws, the last of the Red Scorpions strike force to be loaded.
>“My orders are to evacuate the moon’s surface. The situation here means my priorities have changed. My men are no longer at your command. We are not expendable assets,” Culln betrayed no emotions. He had received new orders and they would be followed. The Inquisitor’s anger at his decision to evacuate had not swayed him for a second. He felt no pity.
>Inquisitor Lok was furious. “This is treachery, commander. Your strike force still has a mission to complete. The authority of the Emperor is vested in me, I am a bearer of the Inquisitorial Mandate. The Conclave of Har will hear of this base treachery, and you and your Chapter will face the severest of retributions. In the name of Emperor, I command your men to stand fast.”
>“Your mission is irrelevant,” Culln declared and turned and walked up the ramp. Inside the Thunderhawk, his men were awaiting his order to launch. Powerless to intervene, Lok watched as the nose ramp slammed closed, and the gunship’s engine pitch rose. The Thunderhawk lifted off, the engines boomed and it rocketed skywards into the void. It was soon out of sight.
>Lok surveyed the base as the tired, wounded, sallow-eyed Guardsmen dug-in around his shrinking perimeter. He knew now that he had been betrayed, not just by the Red Scorpions, but also by some higher power still. His authority had been undermined, and now it seemed he was to be sacrificed on Beta Anphelion IV. He trudged back to the control centre, resigned to his fate. All that was left to do was make a final log entry although he doubted it would ever reach the Conclave’s Advocate Judge. The Shadow in the Warp was so dense now, Astropath Zarneck was unsure if anything was getting through. It was worth a last try, if only because the Conclave would at least learn of his fate and retribution could be taken against those who had plotted against him.
Abandoned to die, Inquisitor Lok makes one last stand with the surviving Cadians, who manage to kill a bio-titan, only for two more to emerge out of nowhere:
>Exhausted and in tremendous pain, Lok lay in the mud looking skywards. His beautiful, ornate armour was rent and torn; acid had burned clean through in places. His helmet had been torn off, and his body was ruined and broken. As Lok tried to pull himself up, two Cadians ran to his aid. With their help he staggered to his feet, coughing up blood, his face singed and melted. He looked down for his power sword. Lacking the strength to wield it, it might at least act as a prop. “Lord?” one Guardsman inquired. Lok looked up. Both men were looking past him, into the sky. He dared to hope. Was the rescue ship coming? Had reinforcements arrived? Would they survive?
>Painfully, the Inquisitor turned to look. Appearing through the fog he saw two more bio-titans approaching. Lok was amazed. The Hive Mind had evolved its forces so quickly. From just a few experimental samples the Tyranids had grown out of control, evolving and re-evolving into new forms it knew would defeat its foe. It had been a mistake to think the Hive Mind could ever be tamed. It would never submit like some whipped captive animal; it thirsted for prey, it needed to kill and consume. In those final moments, as the Tyranid swarms broke in and the last of his men died around him, Inquisitor Lok saw the full horror of the truth. The Tyranids could not be stopped. There could be no victory for the Imperium in this war. In his last moments, as the bio-killers closed in, Lok felt cold-hearted despair. This small force stood for all of Mankind, and like it they would inevitably be annihilated. Mankind would fight on regardless, but it was already doomed.