Craxis IV was no more.
The planet was still there, with its sprawling jungles and two oceans, its mountain ranges and the nearly thousand islands which littered the Southern hemisphere.
Of the Craxis IV the Imperium built though, of the great factories and hive cities, only ruins remained. Those structures which still stood were no longer Imperial. Gone were the great eagles and the statues of the Empress. Barbaric totems took their place now, alongside crude graffiti depicting the invader's victory.
Orks. Antonina's pouty lips twisted into a scowl as she thought of those foul xenos. They were like a disease, one which the Imperium have been fighting for thousands of years without success. The Empress’ armies could achieve a hundred victories and then a thousand more against these foul xenos.
They could burn what they thought were their homeworlds, burn their fleets in orbit, take the heads of their leaders. It mattered not. They would keep coming, more eager than before, ready to take part on the great sport that was war.
Then let them come, thought Antonina. Squad Victrix would eagerly make the xenos’ horde pay. They were primaris astartes, some of the best armed and equipped warriors in the whole Imperium. Clad in blue armor with golden rims, and the symbol of their primarch on their shoulder pads, sergeant Antonina and her women were true gods of war.
Stunning champions, each one more than eight feet tall, strong and muscular, clad in heavy, advanced armor and carrying bolter-rifles made in the forges of Mars itself. True, this was their fist real mission, but that did not worry Antonina.
"We are the Empress’ Angels of Death. And we shall know no fear" she quoted as they advanced through city ruins.
Sargeant Antonina was a beauty of short dark hair and focused, azure eyes. She wore no helmet, unlike her sisters-in-arms, but could picture each of their faces in less than a human heartbeat.
Lyria, her trusted second, a blonde of easy smile and emerald eyes.
Dana, her grim rival, but still a fierce warrior of auburn hair and matching eyes.
Fausta, close-combat expert, of tanned skin and close-shaved hair.
Pidna, with the short, white hair of a sister of battle and also the zealous fury of one.
Zena, of ebony skin and quick wit.
Tunza, a warrior who could almost be mistaken for Antonina's twin if it was not for her short temper....alongside the other thing.
Belisaria Cawl had taken great care to create superb warriors to aid humanity in its darkest hour. She tried to improve the traditional warriors of the Adeptus Astartes, make them stronger, faster, better. And yes, for the most part, Mar's mad genious achieved her goals and much more. On the other hand, there are always unforseen consequences when dealing with genetics.
Like giving some warriors buttocks of such a size, they could barely fit within their armor. Antonina's huge derriere wobbled and bounced with each cautious stride she took. Sometimes, the sargeant swung her hips too hard and one of the twin spheres smacked against a nearby tree, breaking it in half. That always brought some grins from her fellow sisters, even when their own derrieres were large enough to crush a gretchin whole.
"No sight of the greenskins yet?" asked sister Pidna through her helmet's channel.
"None on our right" answered Lyria.
"And none on our left" responded Zena "Who knows, maybe there are two Craxis IV's and we landed on the wrong one"
"They are here" said Antonina, scanning the 'orkified' ruins "The guard has been fighting them for months now. Their last big raid happened just one week ago on an Imperial position half a mile from here. Even if, for some reason, they decided to leave, there is no way they could evacuate their invasion force. Not all of it at least"
"Did you hear that Dana? It seems you'll get another chance to impress the captain" Zena chuckled, a sound which quickly ceased when no angry answer reached her helmet "Dana, are you there?"
Their answer came running out of a nearby building, screaming and flailing her arms around in wild circles. Antonina did not recognize Dana at first, due in no small fact to the more than dozen gretching hanging from her armor and pulling her pink, standard granny panties hard towards her head. The speaker's of Dana's helmet blared the woman's high-pitched squeals and howls as her huge bottom was split in two and cotton covered her blue, armored back. Four gretching squealed and grunted as their forced Dana's armored pants down, exposing the howling woman's twin, wobbling moons.
"Wha...?" began Antonina before the first shadows emerged from the ruins "Ambush. AMBUSH!"
Originally written by Alv
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