As a quick head's up, this is a bit of fan fiction based on my Blood Angels chapter 'Fury's Edge'. Hope you guys can enjoy it.

Chpt. 1:
From on high

    Inquisitor Destino stood in her bunker looking over battle schemata, seemingly oblivious to the thunderous horrors that echoed through the plascreet walls. The constant barrage of weapons fire off en mass, ordnance rounds rocketing into the air and the sound of men and women dying were something she'd become acustomed to a long time ago. In this age of endless war, death was the only constant. Her job was simply to make sure that death came to those who opposed the God Emporer and his will. Heretics, xenos, it didn't matter. All who would defy His name would be crushed under heel if her forces held out.
    There was only one problem. Her forces could not hope to hold out. They had come to this wretched dirt ball of a planet to wipe it clean of a small contingent of orks that had been reported to be attacking the human settlements. The small contingent turned out to be the scouting and raiding parties of a vast army that had decided to claim the planet as their own. Destino's forces had numbered two hundred thousand Imperial Guard, and she was joined by one hundred thousand of the Adepta Sororitas. Three hundred thousand strong... and they were going to be wiped off this planet.
    "Madam Inquisitor?" A guardsman, she forgot his name, popped his head into her bunker. "Sister Isa has come to report on the battle as you requested."
    Destino looked up from her screens, their soft green glow shining off her optical enhancement to give a slightly more intimidating scowl than she'd meant to show the man. "Let her in, then," she barked then added as an after thought, "And grab a weapon. We'll all be seeing our share of heresy up close today."
    "Yes, ma'am, "the guardsman said with a nod before he disappeared through the door once more.
    A few moments later the tell tale clunking steps of power armor echoed through the bunker as the door opened and Sister Isa stepped in. Her white hair and shining silver and gold armor soiled and tinged from days of constant battle. She was holding a swordthat dripped with black blood and a clutched a bolter in the other hand. Her face was stern and hot, but whether it was to put on a serious demeanor for the Inquisitor or the fact that she was upset after being called in from the battle to give yet another situation report, Destino could not tell.
    "You called, Inquisitor?" Isa's mechanized feminine voice asked. It was the power armor that did changed her voice. It was rumored this was done to make those in power armor seem more threatening or seem less human in some way. Destino thought it made them seem somehow... more than human.
    "I did," Destino replied as she pull up a new over view of the battlefield. "How long till we are overrun?"
    Isa marched up to the display, metal scraping plascreet with every step, "With respect, Inquisitor, we come closer every time you pull some of us off the field of battle."
    "Do not test my patience, Sister. I appreciate the efforts of the Sororitas more than you know. My men would all be ded by now were you and your battle sisters not holding the front lines as well as you have thus far. The point of my question was--"
    Destino was interrupted by two massive explosions that rocked the bunker and threw her to the floor like a rag doll. Her forehead slammed with a crack into the floor and the rest of her body followed uncerimoniously. Plascreet and dust filled the air as she tried to find her barings. Her vision blurred momentarily before slowly clearing to see Sister Isa kneeling before her, her mouth forming words that Destino's ear couldn't catch. Then came the whine of her hearing struggling to return, the muffled sound of Isa's voice becoming more clear each time she repeated herself.
    "Inquisitor, are you alright?" Isa said for perhaps the tenth time.
    Destino nodded, a motion the sent a wave of pain and nausea from her head and down through the rest of her body. She leaned to the side and vomited onto a large splatter mark of fresh blood. Where had that come from, she wondered as she coughed up the last bits of bile. She raid a gloved hand to her forehead the sting from the light contact told her more before seeing the blood on her glove that the nausea was the product of hitting her head on the floor. She could only imgaine how bad it was. Regardless, she sterned her gaze and nodded to the Sister of Battle.
    "I'll be fine," she groaned as she stood, refusing any help from the sister. "What, in the Emporer's name, was that?"
    "It was the cruisers," a maled voice said from the doorway. The door itself was gone and in its place stood a Commissar. His black cloak was tattered and pot marked with bullet holes and other damage. His face was fierce, uncompromising, and dangerous. His tell-tale aht was no where to be seen, very likely taken on the winds from the explosions. His sword was sheathed but his bolter was held up at the ready, his eyes flicking to look outside as he addressed the women.
    "I'm not sure what they did, but the orks destroyed both cruisers... We're not getting off this planet." His voice held a finality that his office ingrained in him. There was no room for deabte in his tone.
    "Damnit!" Inquisitor Destino growled. "How the hell did they manage to do that?" She shookher head, dismissing the line of questions before it even came to her head.
    "No. It doesn't matter. This does not change our mission or our goal, " she said as stomped to her locker. She opened it and removed a plasma pistol and a power sword. The blade hummed with blue energy as she activated it and pointed it at Sister Isa, "I want nothing less than genocide from the Adeptus Sororitas, Sister. Should less than fifty orks fall for every ssiter, I will make it my duty to find you in the Emporer's arms and personally send you to the Void. Do you understand me?"
    Sister Isa scowled and nodded. As she ran out to join her sisters she called cried out, "The Emporer wills all things, even death! Sisters! Prepare this day to lay yourselves on the altar of battle and join our fallen comrades at His side!"
    Destino turned the tip of her blade to the commissar, "Commissar..."
    "Cameron, ma'am."
    "Commissar Cameron, find a transmitter and send a distress beacon," Destino ordered as she marched past him to join the battle. "Should the Emporer will it, He will guide assistance our way."
    Cameron saluted as the Inquisitor went by, "While I don't share the Sister's enthusiasm, my lady, it will be done. Though, personally, I do not believe in angels from on high coming to deliver us from doom. He turned to follow the Inquisitor out only to bump right into her.
    Destino had stopped mid-stride, eyes straing upwards at a large object falling out of the sky, "Perhaps you should start, Commissar..."
    "What... What in all of the Imperium is that?" Cameron asked as he shielded his eyes to watch the large, metallic object drop.
    The object was box shaped, with thin... fins were as good a word as any... going up the sides of it and sticking out the top. It wasn't of ork make, or Tau or Eldar... It was human but nothing he had ever seen. The atmosphere screamed around the object as it fell, fire and heat wrapped around it. As the Inquisitor and Commissar watch the object race through the sky they both seemed to trace its intended trajectory. And when then object landed just behind the ork lines, the very ground shook, and the sound echoed all the way to bunker. As the dust settled the sides fell away and a hail of gun fire, slame and plasma tore into the orks who had become curious enough to get close to it.
    Commissar Cameron turned to look at the Inquisitor to find her grinning sadistically, "Inquisitor?"
    Destino never pulled her eyes from the sound of the dieing orks, straining to see her saviors through the dust, "Those angels you didn't believe in to save us? They just arrived."
    Cameron looked back in time as a strong wind picked up in the area there the object touched down. The dust cleared and the Commissar's eyes widen. His jaw jaw dropped in disbelief and he gasped at the sight of ten huge figures in power armor raking a swath of destruction through the ork's front lines. They're mechanized voices bellowed over the field, the stunned Imperial army stood much like their Inquisitor, frozen in awe.
    Space Marines had joined the fight. Figures who were legendary, almost mythical to everyone in the Imperium had dropped from the sky  and with only ten men were turning the ork tide. In a seemingly coordinated effort, every member of the Imperial Guard and even the awe-struck Sisters of Battle let forth a rallying cry like none of them had ever experienced as they all surged forward to lend assistance to their saviors. Sister Isa raised her sword as she charged forward, singing a litany of thanks and blessing to the Emporer for sending his sons to the aid of his daughters.
    "Join your brothers in battle, my sisters!" Isa cried out. "And Praise the Emporer for bringing His children together to scour this filth from His world!"
    As the sisters shouted praise to the Emporer and prepared to rejoin the fray, Isa skidded to a stop and cried out for her sisters to halt the charge. The order came with looks of confusion, anger and suspicion. Had the Prioress lost faith? Was this heresy on a scale rarely seen; ordering the daughters of the Emporer to not lend aid in the fight against Xenos which His sons were engaged with? No... Slowly, as they looked from their Prioress to the marine they began to notice that the marines were not fighting into the ork lines, but fighting their way to the Imperial army.
    Isa turned to call for a retreat only to find she had let her guard slip while watching the marines tear through the ork lines. A huge ork, a Nob with a massive power claw roared as it slammed it's claw into her left flank, sending her flying through the air and landing several feet away. Looking around, Isa found her sword almost three meters away. The Nob charged in as Isa scrambled for her sword. She rolled hard snatching the sword from the dirt amd throwing it up, eyes closed tight as she prepared for the ork's killing blow. Instead, she heard a crunching of bones, the Nob choking out a squeal and, as she opened her eyes, watched it crumple to the ground as the largest power fist she'd ever seen released its hold on the dead ork.
    Towering over her in golden armor adorned with red blood drops, winged shoulder pads, purity seals hanging from every limb and large, metallic wings arching up to the heavens was a space marine. The marine sheathed its power sword and offered her his hand. Isa hesitated, the marine did not. When the Prioress did not take his hand the marine simply reached down to grab her by the shoulder and lifted her, power armor and all, to her feet as if she were nothing.
    "Go," the deep, mechanized barotone from the marine ordered. Till now Isa had been trying to take in the sight of him as a whole. Now... Now saw his eyes. This marine was not wearing a helmut, just a respiratore unit of some kind, and when she looked into his eyes...
    "By the Emporer's grace..." Isa whispered. "Your eyes..."
    "Go!" the marine ordered more firmly, raising his power fist which was almost as large as she was and pointed back to safety. "My battle brothers and I will cover your escape. See to the Guardsmen under your care and we will see to you."
    "But there's no where to... go..." the Prioress was about to protest till she looked back to find a massive drop ship lowering out of the clouds. "Praise His mercy. Sisters! Protect the Guardsmen till they are safely aboard the ship!" Isa took off in the direction of the carrier followed closely by the remaining Adeptus Sororitas.
    Meanwhile the marine turned and placed his sword hand to his ear as he turned to face the slaughter of ork's front lines, "Rain fire from the skies, brothers! Bathe us in the wrath of Sanguinius!"
    Moments later the area just before the marines exploded in a hail of fire and destruction as the drop ship released a storm of ordnance and anti-tank round on the advancing ork lines. Any sisters of battle taking a moment to witness the spectacle would have described the massacre as something truly glorious.
    For Commissar Cameron, however, it was something to be admired and jealous of. The sheer brutality and efficiency of the destruction was, for lack of a better word, amazing. In only a few minutes these ten marines had cut and burned their way through as many orks as the Imperial Guard had in the entire day's worth of fighting. And with their ship laying down a barrage of covering fire they were steadily catching up to the ork death count the Guard had created over the past few days. And while he coordinated the effort between the other Commissars in keeping the rest of the Guard in check till the drop ship landed, he looked to the horizon. There was something there that he could not make out.
    "You there!" Cameron shouted and pointed his sword at a nearby guardsman. "Give me your long las, now!"
    The guardsman relinquished his gun to the commissar as quickly as he possibly could. He didn't want to be shot by a commissar so close to escaping. And knowing Commissar Cameron's reputation, he might just be shot for not having given him the weapon before he was asked to.
    Cameron snatched the weapon from the man with a scowl. He sheathed his sword and readied the weapon so that he could look through its scope. The thing on the horozon became closer through the scope telescopic lenses. It took a moment to adjust the sight so that image became clear. His eyes widened as an ork slasha zzap gun clarified in the sight's vision. And from what he could see, the orks were reloading it and preparing it to fire at the marine drop ship.
Cameron dropped the weapon, "Shit! Lascannon crew! I need a lascannon crew NOW!!!"
    The call went down the line, man after man repeating the order till a bigger lad slowly hoofed his way to the Commissar, the massive battery pack on his back and nearly dragging the lascannon itself. The man stopped before Cameron to catch his breath.
    "Sir..." the crewman gasped. "Reporting as ordered... sir..."
    "I called for a lascannon crew, solder," Cameron growled, not caring for the man's current lack of breath. "One man is not a crew. Now, just where the fuck is your gunner?"
    The man stood slowly, "He... caught a round in his chest, sir. It was all I could do to pull the cannon from him and get it back to the lines."
    "How much juice is left in your pack?" Cameron ask as if the explanation to his question didn't matter one way or another.
    "About half a charge, sir. Should last the rest of the day if the shots are spread out."
    "Well," Cameron huffed as he grabbed the cannon and lifted it up onto his shoulder, "We don't have all day. Follow me. The rest of you, I expect covering fire for the marines! They may be making this look easy but I'm sure they wouldn't mind at least a little assistance!"
    Cameron ran off as fast as he could while lugging the lascannon on his shoulder, the crewman keeping up as he carried the massive battery pack. All around them calls for covering fire and 'help the marines' erupted as walls of bolter and las rounds filled the air. It took almost no time at all to get through the rows of the guardsmen, which meant they'd suffered incredible losses. As the pair cleared the guardsmen they found the remaining Adeptus Sororitas laying down fire and the air around them was filled with a golen hymn to Emporer's grace.
In nomine Imperator-Deus, ave Angelii, Lacrima Sanguinius!
Ad majorem Imperator-Dei gloriam!
Gloria in excelsis Imperator!
Ave Imperator, ave Sanguinius beati, ave Angelii, filii Sanguinius!
In the name of the God-Emperor, hail the Angels, the Tears of Sanguinius!
To the God-Emperor be all the glory!
Glory in the Highest to the Emperor!
Hail Emperor, hail the Blessed Sanguinius, hail the Angels, sons of Sanguinius!

    "Sir?" the crewman huffed as he continued following Cameron. "What are they singing about?"
    "You have got to be... shitting me, soldier," Cameron barked. "Are you honestly telling me you don't know who Sanguinius is?"
    "No, sir," the crewman replied. "I know of Sanguinius... But who are the Angels? ...The Tears of Sanguinius?"
    Cameron could really only guess at the answer, but he wasn't going to let on to that fact to this crewman. And as they entered the small area of scorched earth between the sister's moving litany and the carnage that the marines were reaping, he took only a split second to point at the golden-armored marine adorned in the blood droplets and then to the other red armored marined with lard blood drops on their shoulder pads, "Them. They're Blood Angels, Sanguinius' space marine legion still fighting in his name."
    Even as he finished his guess they neared the line the marines had set up. Looking upon them this close Cameron wondered how they could be so... large. He was tall, just over six feet... But the marines towered over him. They weren't just tall, though. They were massive, he wondered how much of their mass was power armor and how much was sheer muscle. He could really only imagine.
    Cameron's curiosity was interrupted as one of the huge figures held out a red, armored hand, "You both need to get back to the rallying point. We won't be able to hold the line forever."
    Cameron was a bit off-put. The voice was like controlled thunder and it was giving him an order. He forgot himself for only a moment before he reminded himself of his mission, "There is a ship killing weapon on that far ridge! We need time to set our shots!"
    The marine turned turned his gaze to the ridgeline. He must have had some form of vision enhancement in his helmut because it only took a moment from him to touch his temple, "Brother Tarvish! Zzap gun on the far ridge! We have a las cannon crew on my position ready to punch it."
    With that the marine put his back to Cameron and his battery carrier and began laying down covering fire. Around them, the other marines activated the large jet packs on the back of their armor and shot into the air at sharp angles and cutting the packs off after only a few moments to land around the commissar and the soldier in a remarkably precise formation. The golden armored marine took to the skies on mechanized wings and stayed there, firing behind the lines that the other marines were mowing down. It was a fine example of expert teamwork, thinning incoming enemies and keeping them at bay with seemingly no effort.
    "Take your shots!" the winged marine call from above. "We will hold the green skins back long enough."
    "You have my thanks!" Cameron called back as he began aiming the massive cannon. As the reticles closed in on the zzap gun a bullet flew past his head just as he pulled the trigger to take his first shot and tore the throat of the crewman out from under his chin. The crewman dropped, and the battery pack dropped with him, pulling on the cables and tugging the lass cannon. The shot went wild, missing the zzap gun horribly.
    Cameron turned to start berating the crewman before finding him dead on the ground. Shrugging, he turned and began aimnig at the ork artillery once more. A loud slam signaled that the golden armored marine had landed directly behind him. Metal wings folding over to guard his torso and the battery pack confirmed it. Cameron steadied himself and aimed more carefully this time, making sure he got a bead on the dangerous weapon. He wasn't pulling the trigger just once either. When he was positive his aimed was true he whispered a prayer to the Emporer and whispered the spirit within the las cannon that his aim be true as he let loose four shots in rapid succession.
    It took only a moment before the explosions popped over the zzap gun and another before the entire thing went up in a huge ball of the flame. And as the noise from the devastation rolled over the field the orks paused to look back in shock. The marines, however, did not stop for anything. Like a well oiled machine they began to move, falling back to the rallying point. Cameron took their cue and threw the cannon down, running as fast as he could. He knew very well what something like that could do to the orks after they had gained an advantage.
    Sure enough, the last thing anyone wants to hear while fighting orks rolled out through the air, a terrible and deafening, "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"
    The orks had gone into a battle frenzy, a state of mind so primal and dangerous that when they worked themselves into it, there almost nothing anyone could do to stop them. Cameron had seen the power of the space marines displayed before im for almost ten minutes now and he would swear before the Emporer that nothing he knew of could match their might... but he wondered how many orks worked up into a Wagh! ten space marines could take out before they were simply overrun by sheer numbers. He look ahead of him to see the drop ship touch down. As the ship's cargo bay open, death poured from it in the form of bolter rounds, las beams and even extremely dangerous plasma bolts. Then a view that nearly toppled him came into being as the cargo bay door slammed to the ground. Marines... hundreds of marines, stood on either side of the cargo bay door side by side with some form of mechanized weapons laying down covering fire for the guardsmen that were pouring on board.
    Again came the hymnal from the Adeptus Sororitas, their angelic, mechanized voices filling the air in praise to the Emporer, in thanks to Sanguinius and his sons, and vowing to exact revenge upon the orks for their fallen sisters. They raced on board the ship, carrying wounded and dead alike, never ceasing thier litany. As the small contingent of marines excorted him up the cargo door, Cameron noticed Inquisitor Destino standing beside a marine, firing her bolter into the orks tide.
    Destino was aiming... there was no need to. Every bullet would hit an ork, of that she had no doubt. Turning to look at the ten marines she noticed Cameron in the middle of them, shielded selfishly by the bodies of the sons of the Emporer, "It is good to see you have survived, Commissar Cameron. I take it you were the one to requisition the las cannon?"
    Cameron stopped his sprint beside the Inquisitor and bent over, grabbing his knees and gasped in huge gulps of air, "Aye, my lady... We... We took out a... ship killer... Wanted to secure... our repositioning..."
    Destino smirked wryly. It was the commissar's job to execute cowards and deserters on the spot, battle ongoing or not. Commissars did not retreat. Cameron's  choice of words amused her and she nodded her ascent, "You're to be commended. But that will have to wait till we can get back in touch with the Imperium."
    The cargo bay doors closed slowly, the marines never stopped firing till they could not longer see the orks. As the sound the doors boomed closed and the echoing of the seals hissed through out the compartment Destino holstered her bolter and called out for Sister Isa, "Prioress!"
    Isa had already positioned herself close, knowing full well what the Inquisitor would want. She stepped forward, holding herself as tall as she could in the presence of the hundreds of giants flanking her and her forces, "I am here, Inquisitor."
    "What are our losses?" the Inquisitor demanded.
    "Ma'am," Isa began, the sting of the numbers creeping into her voice, "of the three hundred thousand guardsmen, less than thirty thousand remain. Of my sisters... only fity-three still stand, myself included."
    Destino let a sharp curse slip, "We were massacred... Whether we survived or not."
    The Inquisitor cursed her ineptitude. How could she have been so careless with orks? She should have sent more than a handful of scouting parties. She should have scanned the planet more carefully. She should have been more prepared.
    "They died in service to the Emporer," a voice of mechanized thunder said. Thumping, metal foot steps brought the winged space marine close to the trio. He reached up and removed his respirator and looked down at them with eyes the color of blood and flame, "No man can ask for any greater an honor."
    The blood drained from Destino's face at she gazed upon the marine's face. The eyes were horrifying to meet, yet impossible to pull away from. His face... It was beautiful, elegant, strong... and held a fury she dared not unleash. She'd always heard that marines were terrifying to behold and the rumors paled upon the reality of just this one marine.
    "Your eyes..." the Inquisitor whispered.
    The marine scowled and the three battle hardened veterans of the Imperium nearly cowered, "Are none of your concern." He turned and began walking away to do Emporer knows what, "My men will be collecting your weapons for security reasons. When we board the Wings of Sanguinius, our battle ship on the outskirts of this system, you will be granted sanctuary in one the ship's barraks, the sisters may use one of the chapels. We will return you to an Imperial world as soon as our duties allow us. Till then, you are to stay within the areas we place you."
    Destino was shocked out of her fear the moment the marine started telling her of all people what to do, "Just who do you think you are to tell an Inquisitor what I will, and will not, be doing? I am an Inquisitor in service to the Imperium and I am in charge of these men and women. Just what will happen if we refuse to surrender our weapons and stay in the areas you place us?"
    The marine turned fast, surprisingly fast someone so big and in such heavy armor. His gaze was so horrible that it made his scowl seem like a kitten's pleading look. He marched back and grabbed the Inquisitor, lifting her with no effort whatsoever and marched over to slam her against the bulkhead. Without question the other marines readied their weapons on the Imperial Guard and Adeptus Sororitas. The sisters, led by their Prioress, pulled their weapons on the marines ready to die to protect the Inquisitor.
    The winged marine tightened his grip on the Inquisitor with his power fist, coming close to breaking her ribs with, what she assumed, a force he had to try maintain to hold her so lightly, "I am brother Tarvish, Sanguinary Guard member of the Blood Angels. The marines you see around you are currently under my command. Should you refuse to do anything will tell you do, they will send you the Emporer's side without hesitation. We have dangers, needs, protocals, and traditions that you cannot possibly fathom and we WILL NOT compromise them for any reason. It was my rquest to stop our fleet to assist you, and you are now my responsibility. Do not make me regret my decision, Inquisitor."
    Destino had to force each lung full of air into her as Tarvish slowly placed her back on the ground. When she was released she fell to her hands and knees and gasping, cringing from the pain in her ribs. She looked up through tearing eyes and her draping midnight locks to see the Blood Angel marching away. A moment later Isa and Cameron were by here side.
    "Inquisitor, what is your will?" Isa asked as she knelt to help the Iquisitor to her feet.
    Destino coughed, "Do what they say. We will not simply survive a battle with the orks only to die at the hands of marines."
    Both Cameron and Isa waved to their forces, signaling them to stand down just as Tarvish's voice echoed though the massive cargo bay, "Brothers! Relive them of their weapons and prepared to escort them to their confines when we reach the Wings of Sanguinius."
    The marines complied. The Imperial Guard reliquinshed their arms. The Adeptus Sororitas held their heads high. And the small trio at the front of the cargo bay could do nothing but watch. War, it seemed, was truly everywhere in this millenium.