The assault on the Shipyard had gone well, and the subsequent elimination of the straggling orks had been such a success that Farah had gathered her daughters to move to Ullanor Prime, leaving a detachment of the Imperial Army to watch over the planet, and make sure that the threat was completely eliminated. Farah stood aboard the Mellanippe her hands on her hips as she stared out a view port. Behind her stood all the officials waiting to see what her orders were going to be for Ullanor Prime. The Primarch turned her eyes scanning over those gathered. "Give me a tactical update." 

A single Sister moved to the front of the group holding a dataslate. "We have reports of a large group of Orks moving in on Primarch Maximus' position. It's around twenty thousand strong." The startes held out the dataslate to her Primarch which was quickly taken and scanned over by the dataslate before setting it aside with a nod. "I want fifth company prepped, and ready to drop into combat immediately. We will cutt of the Greenskin movement, and crush them beneath our boots." Farah walked easily across the bridge towards the communications officer, and placed a great hand on her shoulder. "Patch me through to Maximus." Farah leaned down her mouth close to the Vox. "Brother Maximus, I hope this evening finds you well." The Primarch said as the communications officer gave her the nod they were connected.

In the command rhino several officers coordinate with the fleet, imperial army, and the legion. One officer notices Maximus enter and waves him over, "My lord, Primarch Farah has opened a vox channel" Maximus nods to his communications officer and pokes the vox link, "Ah, Dear sister. We have just finished a battle with the Mek Boss, Gear'Ead. How goes the war on your front?" Says Maximus his voice carrying a hint of wearyness. 

Tilting her head back for a moment she looks over to the slate once more, and turned back to the Vox. "The Shipyard was taken care of, all Greenskins were destroyed, we made such good time I thought I would come and see what was taking everyone so long over here." She laughed a little, before taking on a more serious tone. "But it seems you are about to get company. Twenty thousand some odd greenskins are marching your way. I am sending Fifth Company down in a assault to stop them, though if you want to get in on it I don't see why you couldn't dear brother." 

Maximus sighs, more Orks, always more Orks. "I am always amazed at the Ork's tenacity. Twenty thousand would hardly slow my legion down, but the Blazing Sisters are always welcome at our side. We where about to move to reinforce our Brother Erron. He has gotten himself quite the battle at the primary stronghold." an officer coordinating with the Imperial Army turns his head, "My Caesar, Remnant scouts have sighted an Ork warband moving towards our position." Maximus laughs quietly, "Thank you" he says before switching back to Farah "Will you be accompanying the assault?"

There was a moment of silence, but finally Farah replied to Maximus. "Unfortunately I will not be going in with the Fifth Company, I believe they are more than capable of squashing the Ork threat." With a sigh she let the button go, before speaking up once more. "If you need to accompany Erron, then do so. The Blazing Sisters will crush all those that would seek to crawl up your back." A chuckle escaped her lips as she turned to a Lykinnia. "One moment dear friend. I am communicating with my Brother Maximus." Lykinnia frowned a bit, but nodded shuffling in place as if something was bothering her. 

"I understand sister, we will greet the 5th with open arms and they will have their share in glory i am sure of it." says Maximus, "If you excuse me i have preperations to attend to, and thank you again sister" just before the communication ends Farah hears Maximus ordering his legion to prepare to move out. With a slow movement Farah turned away from the Vox and wrapped her arm around Lykinna's shoulders walking with her. "What is bothering you so?"

Having to take a much longer stride to keep up with Farah, Lykinnia stared up at the Primarch for a long moment. "Something strange is happening. Librarian Ophelia is acting strange. She was talking of voices in her head, and something about the book calling to her. She said-" Though Lykinnia was cut off a low rumble echoed through the ship, everyone aboard could hear it, feel it, though it was not a physical feeling it was as if something had just vibrated their very souls. A shockwave followed through a blast of psionic energy that felt like a wrecking ball as it washed over the Primarch, even with the minor amount of Psyker manifestation she had. 

The psionic blast was powerful and rolled through the entirety of the sector, it would not be as muchh of a hit to the others as it was to Farah due to the distance, but they would definitely feel it. Farah shook off the feeling and rushed off her bare feet slapping across the steel floor as she turned down halls, then way and that through the winding passages. Farah came to a stop as she approached the door to her quarters, they were standing wide open with scorch marks around the edges of the frame. The Primarch stepped through slowly and found Librarian Ophelia standing in them iddle of the room holding the tome black and blues lines scrawled across her body where her veins would normally be hidden. "Ophelia.. What are you doing... This is not your chambers..  These are mine. You will put that book down. You will leave." Farah had a distraught look on her face as Ophelia turned towards her, the way she looked at her made her seem as if she had completely lost her mind.

"Dear Primarch... You are nothing. Your orders mean nothing!" She brough her hand around and it began to crackle with energy. Farah wasted no time though as she grabbed up her Power Maul from it's place on her equipment rack. The weapon moved through the air in a blur, and tore through the front half of Ophelia's face splattering chunks of it across the wall as her body crumpled to the floor. Farah picked up the book and shook her head sliding it back into it's case. 

"Damn... What is this thing?" She asked herself, and once more locked the case. "I cannot let you out of my sight." 

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The war was already raging across Ullanor Prime as the Fifth company of the Blazing Sisters descended towards the planet. Assault pods lead the attack as their trails of fire cut through the sky, the pods crashing down into Ork horde killed or knocked senseless all the Orks within the immediate touch down areas. The Shell of the pods opened up crashing into the ground, combi bolters began to fire rapidly tearing through lines of Orks Sisters poured from the assault pods, bolters firing, chain swords revving. Orks fell like wheat before their onslaught. Storm Birds tore through the sky planing themselves in front of the Ork advanced, releasing their payload of Astartes that began to rip, and blast into the front line of the enemy. Fire Raptors dove from the sky releasing fullisades of blasts into the rear of the Ork line's sending gouts of the planet up inot the sky with each explosion, body parts beginning to litter the ground.

It was then that the Fifth Company was taken by surprise as the ground around them broken open, Orks spilling out of tunnels along with squigs, and grots. They were almost surrounded as they fought almost against Orks at their backs, and from the front. Captain Antiope sent a distress beacon, knowing the Paladins Eternal are near. Only a moment passes before it is answered, General Domitius of the 1st speaks in a calm but tactical tone "Captain, we are one mile south of your position, we will have firing solutions when we crest the next hill. fight your way towards us." Even as he spoke vulcan mega bolters and plasma cannons where being primes to rain fury down upon the Ork horde.

The Blazing Sisters fought valiantly holding the Ork's back as the Sisters who had assaulted into the middle fought their way through the lines to join their sisters in a fighting line. Bolter rounds flew from their weapons as they held off the Orks, with a strong defensive position. "General Dornitius! We have committed to hold this position! Bring your fire down upon the enemy horde!" He hears the vox just as his head comes over the rise, quickly scanning the layout of the battle he rattles off rapid fire commands to his knights and marines. even before he is done speaking plasma bolts detonate just outside the sister's lines, vicious torrents of mega bolter rounds eat through the Ork lines. seeing that they are outclassed the Orks try and escape into their tunnels, only to be followed by more blasts of plasma.

"We have them on the run Sisters! Cut them down!" Captain Antiope charged out from the line her weapons firing into retreating Ork backs, as the Blazing Sisters moved after them they stopped as they got to the tunnels the Orks were retreating into Antiope stopped. "Hold!" She shouted out the command being passed through the Astartes rather quickly. "Melta bombs! I want these tunnels collapsed now!" Sisters ran forward throwing explosives into the tunnels and hurrying back away from the opening. Explosions followed, which were followed by miles of the ground collapsing where the tunnels had been built burying the Orks inside. "Well General Domitius. Thank you for your help. Where are we going next? It seems my Primarch has insisted that we attach ourselves to your legion, and help wherever we are needed."

"We are going to relieve Primarch Erron at the primary fortress. Your Sisters would be a welcome addition." says Domitius over the vox, even as his knight stomps over to them. "I expect that you will be attatched to the Bloody Tenth, but Maximus may have other plans." he comes to a halt, the knights towering over the sisters, "We are expecting extreme resistance from the Orks, even with two full legions and elements of two others. Follow me" he says finally turning and marching towards a pillar of smoke in the distance. So the Blazing Sisters followed him, their boots stomping deep into the ground of Ullanor, as they prepared to join their fellow Astartes in honorable, and glorious battle.