"Please, assist us in locating that Tech-Priest. Her research is an irreplaceable asset to the Imperium."
"At the same time, our battleship, the Sword of Baal, carries the entire company's gene seeds. These are invaluable treasures to the Blood Angels and must be returned to Baal."
With Captain Orpheo's words, the whole squad understood their circumstances. The other Dark Angels didn't immediately voice their opinions, instead glancing at Datch, waiting for his decision.
[Mission: Loyal Duty]
Support Orpheo's team in completing their mission and returning safely to Baal.
The Sword of Baal is forced to dock at Niades for resupply due to a warp storm. Orpheo's squad was asked to escort the Tech-Priest.
Please assist in completing the rendezvous and ensure the safety of both gene-seed vaults and research data.
[Rewards: 1000 XP, 1000 points, +150 Reputation, 1x Flame Gauntlets (Equipment)]
This reward is 99% rare!
Datch blinked, feeling a rare freshness he hadn't felt in ages. In most missions, you only get items as rewards, but getting actual equipment is truly rare. Lately, he'd made such heavy use of gadgets, he almost forgot he was a Primaris Space Marine.
"So the system senses my loyalty? Hand me the flamer, and I'll burn every heretic and xenos in sight!"
A flamer is a lifesaver in city fights—and Warhammer has no shortage of city fighting. With a flamer in hand, the world is at your fingertips.
Traitors, feel the holy flame of purification.
"No problem. Leave it to me." Datch immediately accepted the mission. In that instant, his minimap updated—a blinking cursor pointed deep into the hive city, marking the Tech-Priest whom Captain Orpheo was scheduled to meet.
Datch did not waste any more time. He set off at once, following navigation directions through the winding corridors.
Mordachi and the other Dark Angels had grown used to Datch's extraordinary array of abilities. What was so special about tracking the mission objective? If, one day, he found the missing Lion King on the other side, they would not even be surprised.
However, Captain Orpheo, who was unfamiliar with Datch's abilities, was shocked.
How did they know their way around this forsaken place?
After a few minutes, Datch and his party arrived before a heavy gate, its rust blending it into the steel walls. After knocking several times, a camera beside the door scanned them. Then, the heavy double doors swung open noiselessly.
Heavily armed servitors—each modified with tracked lower bodies and massive guns for arms—rolled out to meet them. After scanning Datch and his companions, the lead servitor spoke in a mechanical, monotonous tone:
"We are special emissaries of Magos Castia 0-9. Please, proceed."
The servitors turned around, marching down a corridor.
Inside, the passage was lined with auto-turrets, laser arrays, and psychic suppressors—secured like a fortress. Finally, Magos Dominus Castia-Theta-9 herself appeared, clad in red robes, several mechanical arms folded behind her. A transport platform, shimmering with protective fields, hovered behind her.
Castia's mechanical compound eyes swept the group, pausing briefly on Datch and the others' augmented physiques. Data streams flickered through her mind.
These Astartes had undergone… special modifications, bordering on blasphemy against the Omnissiah's sacred work.
Logic and calm formed the core of her mind, but her expression betrayed nothing. She needed these people, now, to get herself and her research off this doomed world.
Datch stepped up, opening the NPC info panel.
"Magos Castia, is there anything you need?"
After a moment's thought, Castia replied:
"Escort me, and my cargo, safely off this world of Niades."
[Mission: Escort Magos Castia and her research safely off the xenos-infested world of Niades.]
Details: Magos Castia has completed a top-secret project and must immediately return to the Imperium, ensuring both her safety and the integrity of her cargo.
[Reward: 1200 XP, +100 Reputation, 1x Comical Helmet.]
"I understand. I'll get you out of this world," Datch nodded and accepted the task. To him, it seemed simple.
The quick negotiation left Orpheo and Mordachi slightly disappointed. As a Tech-Priest of the Mechanicus, it was odd that Castia, driven by curiosity, didn't quiz the mysterious man—instead, she merely asked to be escorted off-world. Not mechanistic protocol at all.
They wanted to see something wild—like the mysterious man shouting, "Skip!" and Castia looking totally bewildered.
Changing the subject, Magos Castia brought up a tactical map:
"Current threat analysis:" she intoned, displaying an orbital scan,
"Genestealer infiltrators have contaminated most ships docked at the port and are moving in to seize the Sword of Baal."
Orpheo frowned—should the Sword of Baal fall, its gene-seed stores would be looted by the Tyranids; the sacred genetic material would be stolen. With it, the Tyranids could create Tyranid units with Blood Angel gene-seed. That was a blasphemy beyond forgiveness.
Castia continued, projecting data:
"To evacuate safely, we must reach the main orbital tower, eliminate the Broodlord lurking within, and regain control of the port."
At that moment, alarms wailed.
The monitor nearby lit up, showing a Blood Angel squad under heavy attack from Genestealers.
"Rafael, Corro…" Captain Orpheo instantly recognized his men.
"They've probably been searching for me ever since they picked up my signal. We have to go help, now!"
Castia didn't object, though clearly not keen on joining. The battlefield was too dangerous—a single misstep could mean death. Her research mattered too much to risk. Even if she died and entered the Omnissiah's Hall of Truth, she would not be happy.
"My safety is top priority. You will perform the rescue alone. I will remain here and depart once the environment is secure."
Datch glanced at Magos Castia, frowning slightly. If this VIP NPC stayed here, he'd only have to go back and forth later. If crafty Genestealer infiltrators attacked now, the mission could fail if she was killed.
"Better bring her along…" Datch muttered, waving to open the portal to the Room of Requirement.
"You, inside. Now."
Datch tersely ordered Magos Castia to enter.
"Wait—what is this?!" Orpheo gasped.
He didn't expect strange powers at play!
Magos Castia also registered surprise—her sensors locked onto the portal, gears whirring, cooling grills hissing.
"Stable pocket dimension generation is inconsistent with known physics models… How—"
Her logic overwhelmed by curiosity, she fired off questions at high speed.
"Skip, skip," Datch interrupted her questioning, pushing her inside the portal.
That's that.
The word 'skip' instantly delighted Mordachi. Annoyed? Confused? Can't understand what's happening? Yes— exactly!
"Wait, logic unconfirmed—security protocols—" Castia protested, but Datch ignored her and closed the portal.
"Alright," Datch clapped, turning to Orpheo, "Let's rescue your men and put an end to this."
…
On the Other End
Chaplain Rafael, together with Ancias, Casalion, and eight more Blood Angels, were searching for Orpheo—who'd landed in a drop pod with no hope of extraction.
Upon landing, they were immediately swarmed by hybrid Genestealer cultists. Only then did they realize the planet was overrun by xenos.
Forced to retreat, they carved a bloody path toward Orpheo's last position. Along the way, they passed the bodies of fallen chapter serfs, Terminators, and piles of Genestealer corpses—but not Captain Orpheo's body. Deciding to rescue their captain and find a way back to the Sword of Baal, they pressed on.
Soon after entering a narrow corridor, however, the beaten-back Genestealers surged again, cutting off all advance and retreat. A brutal melee broke out. In minutes, the corridor was carpeted with blackened, hacked apart xenos corpses.
But things escalated. Casalion and several Blood Angels began to lose their sanity mid-battle. Their eyes turned blood-red—a sign of the Black Rage.
"Control yourselves!" Chaplain Rafael kept shouting, rousing his frenzied brothers, "Never give in!"
"Corro! Check the flanks, find us an opening!" Ancias yelled over the comms.
With his bolter overheated, Ancias holstered his gun and revved up his chainsword, battling the charging xenos.
"Clear," Corro confirmed, grabbing heavy grenades and peering down a side path.
But just as he leaned out, a monstrous roar erupted from the shadows. An enormous mutant—far larger than any other—charged blindingly fast. Covered in chitinous armor, its sledgehammer fists smashed into Corro.
CRACK!
The shriek of ceramite steel splitting was teeth-rattling.
Corro was flung back like a ragdoll, slamming into the wall. Blood spurted from his cracked visor, and his armor collapsed inwards. His bio-readouts plunged towards death.
"Corro!" Casalion cried, mixing rage and grief. He opened fire, but his rounds only slowed the beast. The other Blood Angels tried to fight through, but were blocked by more Genestealers. With the line collapsing, their brothers were on the verge of falling.
At the critical moment—
"Blood for the Emperor! Skulls for the Golden Throne!"
A bizarre battlecry rang out. Metal storm bolter shells tore through the xenos, precisely gunning down the aliens surrounding the Blood Angels.
Datch himself slammed into the enemy lines—right arm equipped with a Ripper Power Claw, left with Captain America's vibranium shield. Without pausing, he cleaved through xenos; then triggered his "Stomp" skill, slamming the ground with his foot.
A translucent, visible shockwave blasted outward. Air compressed and burst, the metal flooring rippling like water. Dozens of Genestealers, as if struck by an invisible hammer, had their shells cracked, limbs crushed, bodies flung into walls—dozens wiped out in an instant!
"Forgot I could chop down enemies as a true pro," Datch muttered, charging the next foe.
Behind him, Mordachi's Dark Angels and Magos Castia's armored servitors advanced, executing textbook-perfect tactics. A web of crossfire instantly surrounded the enemy horde—bolter rounds and laser beams turning the corridor into a hellscape of shrieks.
"Captain!"
Blood Angels, stunned by the sudden reinforcements, then caught sight of Captain Orpheo.
"By Lord Sanguinius!"
The miracle escape and reunion with their captain lifted Blood Angel morale. Chanting Sanguinius's name, they unleashed righteous fury upon the remaining xenos.
After casually tearing apart a chicken-like hybrid, Datch strolled over to the dying Corro, produced a golden hammer, and gently tapped the edge of his battered breastplate.
Clang!
A clear, beautiful note sounded.
Miraculously, the ruined armor and shredded organs reformed as if time reversed, all within a golden glow. Blood restored, face revived with color, Corro snapped back from the brink of death—standing as if nothing had happened.
"What…?"
Witnessing this, Chaplain Rafael and the Blood Angels were shaken to their core. How…?
"Don't think too much about it. It's the Emperor's will," Orpheo said, changing the topic.
"Before we can safely evacuate, we must storm the orbital tower and take out the Genestealer leader, now!"
No sooner had he spoken than Datch yelled,
"Blood for the Emperor! Heads for Guilliman!"
and charged into the tunnel, heading directly for the tower. Mordachi and the other Dark Angels, at a loss for words, followed quickly.
"Stay on him!" Captain Orpheo ordered Rafael and the rest not to lag behind.
Datch's Ripper Power Claw and Killing Desire both consumed his lifeforce, making him a nearly unstoppable killing machine in combat.
The electrified claws spun as they moved up and down, hurling limbs and blood everywhere with each swing. Datch broke through enemy lines at astonishing speed, chuckling darkly after every kill—a jarring, eerie contrast to the battlefield's bloody horror.
"Is he… a Chaos cultist?" Orpheo muttered to Mordachi during the lull.
Who would laugh in this situation? Even Khorne's daemon followers roar with rage at moments like this. Datch… he laughed as if playing a game.
Blowing the head off a sneaking Genestealer, Mordachi gritted his teeth.
"Chaos cultist? You're underestimating it. I wouldn't be surprised if he was a Chaos god incarnate. Think about how he cleansed Nurgle on Kalides. With those powers, you'd barely doubt if this guy was a creator god himself… His abilities defy the rules of the real and the warp. If that's not a god, what is?"
Orpheo was stunned—a Dark Angel, claiming such a thing! What exactly was this nameless one?
…
With Datch's help, the team broke through defenses at lightning speed, reaching the top of the orbital tower. Countless xenos corpses lay scattered in their wake—it was a scene straight from hell.
Within the sanctuary at the top, the gigantic Genestealer Patriarch, armored in chitin, rose to meet them. Its gleaming compound eyes radiated cunning and savagery, and it unleashed a soul-shaking roar.
Waves of hybrid Genestealers surged to attack.
Orpheo, Rafael, and the other Blood Angels readied themselves for a desperate struggle.
Battle erupted instantly. Genestealers assaulted in waves, the Patriarch wielding dreadful strength. The violence of the fight seemed to darken the sky itself.
But the outcome was never in doubt—whenever a Blood Angel or Dark Angel fell, Datch appeared ghostlike nearby, golden hammer at the ready. No matter how severe the wound, a single tap restored them fully.
The Genestealer Patriarch and its minions fought with all their might, aiming to annihilate all human life. But Datch's hammer nullified every injury they inflicted. The Emperor's chosen, ablaze with righteous purpose, launched fearless assault after assault.
No matter how mighty the Patriarch, nothing withstands an invincible army. Piece by piece, its shell broke, its limbs lopped off, all power spent. At last, with a howl of anguish and confusion, the monster toppled.
"NOOOO!!"
Far away, a robed, alluring, gene-thief Bishop wailed, the cry short-lived—a Dark Angel's precision shot blew his head off.
With the Patriarch slain, the Bishop decapitated, the Genestealer cult scattered and broken.
Mordachi and his crew advanced down the tower toward the port, continuing the extermination along the way. At the Sword of Baal's embarkation gate, a Dreadnought stood guard. Before him, a mountain of xenos corpses; his armored form was battered and leaking hydraulic oil, but his bearing was unbroken.
Again, Datch stepped forward and repaired the Dreadnought.
With the leaders dead, the Genestealer cult fell into chaos. Some Imperial ships managed to retake control. Others had no survivors. Shipmistress Livia of the Sword of Baal ordered the total purge.
Freeing Magos Castia from the Room of Requirement, Datch received the mission clear notification.
[Congratulations!
Magos Castia and her cargo have been safely evacuated from Niades.]
[Quest rewards: 1200 XP, 1200 points, +100 Reputation, 1x Comical Helmet]
After confirming rewards, Datch sent the fleet coordinates to Sword of Baal's Shipmistress, Livia. The surviving Imperial ships would regroup with the Primarch by her lead.
As Baal's distress signal reached friendly Imperial fleets, all forces gathered for a full assault on the Leviathan Hive Fleet.
In epic story campaigns like this, Primarch NPCs will surely issue entire chains of quests. Datch was already prepared—he'd acquired enough points to summon a Corrupted Imperial Fleet. In void warfare, a corrupted fleet means victory.
Of course, he wanted to try using his special connection first—the Light Giant's random summon card. If he could call in a powerful Light Giant form to defeat the Leviathan Hive Fleet, he'd save a fortune in points.
Of course, it depends on sheer luck. Very few Light Giants could destroy the Hive mother ship and wipe out the enemy's main fleet in three minutes flat.