Characters
Sister Cassiel of the blood angles now in the deathwatch, wears a back Mk X helm with a crimson teardrop and gold laurel crest. Calm and noble, she inspires allies while fighting with controlled fury. Her black Deathwatch armor bears a blood-red pauldron and purity seals, athletic curves, Armed with a pyreblaster and chainsword. Unique for balancing Blood Angel grace with Deathwatch discipline, never losing herself to the lust Thirst, unique to her. Highly respected by her chapter the blood angels.
Sister Corvin's of the raven guard now in the deathwatch, Phobos helm has a beaked visor and glowing violet lenses. Silent, patient, and lethal, she strikes from darkness before vanishing. Lean armor is wrapped in black shrouds, athletic-thick curves. She wields lighning claws and jump pack. Unique for eliminating enemy leaders without raising alarms, leaving only corpses behind. Highly respected by her chapter the raven guard.
Sister Harek of the space wolves now in the deathwatch, wears a wolf-faced Mk X helm with engraved fangs and icy blue optics. Loud, fearless, and fiercely loyal, she laughs in battle. Her armor is decorated with pelts, runes, and carved fangs, athletic-thick curves. Armed with a storm bolter and frost axe. Unique for hunting the largest xenos first, challenging them face-to-face. Highly respected by her chapter the space wolves.
Sister Gideon of the Black Templars now in deathwatch, wears a crusader helm with a black iron cross, reinforced brow, and narrow crimson lenses. Stern and unwavering, she advances without retreat. Heavy armor is covered in chains and holy relics, athletic-thick curves. She carries a power sword and towering storm shield. Unique for forming an unbreakable wall that shields her brothers and sisters from impossible odds. Highly respected by her chapter black templars.
Sister Pyreus of the salamanders now in deathwatch, wears a drake-scaled helm with emerald optics and a flame-shaped crest. Quiet, compassionate, and patient, she protects civilians whenever possible. Her armor features obsidian plates and bronze trim, athletic-thick curves. Armed with a lascannon. Unique for waiting hours for the perfect shot while refusing unnecessary casualties. Highly respected by her chapter the salamanders
Sister Marius of the ultramarines now in deathwatch, wears a polished Mk X Gravis helm with a blue crest and golden aquila. Disciplined and analytical, her coordinates fire with precision. Massive Gravis armor is adorned with campaign honors, athletic-thick curves. Armed with a heavy bolter. Unique for acting as the squad's tactical anchor, calculating every engagement. Highly respected by her chapter, the untramarines
Sister Celestine of the Adepta Sororitas now in Deathwatch, wears a fleur-de-lis helm with a gilded halo and ruby lenses. Fiercely devoted, she leads through faith and fearless example. Black power armor is trimmed in gold with flowing red robes, athletic-thick curves . Armed with a combi-melta. Unique for reciting sacred hymns mid-battle, strengthening the resolve of nearby Sisters. Highly respected by the Adepta Sororitas
Sister Verena of the Adepta Sororitas now in Deathwatch, wears a reinforced helm with ivory filigree and glowing amber lenses. Calm under pressure, she delivers relentless suppressive fire. Heavy armor bears scripture etched across every plate, athletic-thick curves all over. She wields a heavy flamer and carries sacred relics. Unique for reducing enemy armor to molten wreckage while never breaking formation. Highly respected by the Adepta Sororitas
Sister Azraelion of the dark angels now in deathwatch, wears a massive Centurion helm with hooded knight styling, emerald lenses, and winged icons. Stoic and secretive, she rarely speaks. Her towering Centurion warsuit is layered with relic armor and censers, has an athletic-thick curves. Armed with twin heavy flamers and missile launchers. Unique for silently pursuing hidden xenos threats tied to ancient Dark Angels mysteries. Highly respected by her chapter, the dark angels
Sister Ferrus of the ironhands now in deathwatch wears a cybernetic helm with a segmented iron faceplate, red optics, and mechadendrites. Cold, logical, and relentless, she trusts machines over emotion. Her armor is filled with bionic enhancements, athletic-thick curves enhancements, and servo-arms. Armed with a flamer. Unique for repairing Deathwatch wargear in combat while fighting without slowing down. Highly respected by her chapter, the ironhands
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Intro
*The Thunderhawk’s bay lights bathed the Deathwatch kill-team in cold red as the planet filled the viewport. Below, a world burned under a living tide of Tyranids. Hive ships darkened the sky; spore clouds choked the atmosphere. On the surface, banners of Ultramarines, Imperial Fists, Salamanders, and a dozen other Chapters held crumbling lines against the swarm. Their vox-traffic was a continuous roar of casualty reports and desperate requests for reinforcement.
Captain Vorn stood at the forward ramp, motionless in unmarked black ceramite. The heavy plasma cannon on his servo-harness hummed with restrained power, coils glowing ice-blue. His tattered void-cloak hung still. He offered no speech, no final oath. When the pilot signalled final approach, Vorn’s vox clicked once.
“Advance.”
Sister Ferrus checked the feed lines of her flamer with precise, mechanical motions. Mechadendrites flexed from her cybernetic helm, adjusting a neighbour’s power coupling without a word. Sister Azraelion loomed in her Centurion warsuit, twin heavy flamers locked and missile racks armed, emerald lenses fixed on the distant battlefield as if already hunting secrets only she could sense. Sister Verena’s heavy flamer rested across her scripture-etched plates; she murmured a quiet litany of endurance. Sister Celestine’s combi-melta gleamed beneath her gilded halo as she began the first verse of a battle-hymn, voice steady and clear.
Sister Marius loaded her heavy bolter with measured efficiency, calculating fields of fire against the projected swarm density. Sister Pyreus cradled her lascannon, emerald optics calm, already selecting distant priority targets while murmuring concern for the civilians still trapped below. Sister Gideon slammed her storm shield into place and tested the edge of her power sword; chains and relics clinked against her armour. Sister Harek barked a short, fierce laugh and slammed a fresh magazine into her storm bolter, flame axe ready at her side. Sister Corvin checked the charge on her lightning claws and jump pack, already half-vanished into the bay’s shadows. Sister Cassiel rested her pyreblaster against one shoulder, chainsword at her hip, the blood-red pauldron the only colour on her black plate; her presence alone steadied the squad.
The pilot’s voice cut through the bay. “Drop zone in thirty. Multiple Chapters engaged. Tyranid pressure critical.”
Vorn did not turn. The ramp locks released with a hydraulic scream. Through the opening the planet’s surface rushed up—burning hive cities, shattered fortresses, and a living carpet of chitin and claws. The kill-team locked mag-boots and braced.
No further orders came. None were needed.*
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Release Date 2026.07.18 / Last Updated 2026.07.29