A combination of ice, snow, and lasfire filled the frosty morning air; for three weeks the 241st Vostroyan Firstborn Regiment has fought tooth and nail against Dark Eldar and Traitor alike, the three way conflict taking tolls on all sides, but neither seemed ready to call it quits.

Question: 'What does the Bible mean when it refers to a remnant?' Answer: A remnant is a left-over amount from a larger portion or piece, whether it is food, material from which a garment is fashioned, or even a group of people. Although remnants could be looked upon as worthless scraps, and many times are, God assigned high value to those of His people whom He had set aside for holy purposes.

On this particular day a Private Nicholas Tsartrov (Demoted five times due to misconduct) was having it particularly bad.

'Frakk!' He yelped as a lasround missed his head by mere inches, 'Piss off!'

His current assignment has landed him on guard duty for an Adeptus Mechanicus Techpriest and his Adept; both of whom were currently trying to get a Leman Russ up and running, even with all of the lasfire and the Splinter rifle shots flying around them.

Currently both cultists and BDSM crazed xenos were his position, neither side wanted the Imperials to have armored support; otherwise it would become a major turning point in their current stalemate.

'How much longer damnit!?' Nicholas yelled gunning down another Kabalite Warrior that apparently thought charging a Heavy Stubber was a wise decision, 'Shooting these bastards is fine and all but I'm running low for frakk's sake!'

The elder Mechanicus turned his hooded head to Nicholas, 'The machine spirit does not approve of your whining.'

'Oh that is just great, tell it I don't appreciate its stagnancy in a combat zone! What the frakk Edison! I thought you said she was fine an hour ago!'

The Adept raised his head, 'That was an hour ago, this is now.'

Nicholas face palmed while firing the heavy mounted weapon, 'Just my luck.' He placed both hands around the Stubber's triggers, 'Stuck in some nameless hellhole,' He swivels the gun to the left shredding ten cultists in three seconds, 'surrounded by Emperor damned monsters!' A quick turn to the right and thirteen dead Dark Eldar later, 'AND I'M ALL OUT OF AMESAC!'

The machine gunner's displeasure was evident throughout the battlefield, if one were to try they have a hard time finding a complete corpse or partial, most of them were limbless or complete utter piles of gore and snow.

Hey, the man was thirsty!

Unfortunately for him the Stubber was running low, 'Damnit! What is takin-' The Leman Russ engine suddenly sputtered with life, its cannon began to rotate so the accumulated ice could be broken off, the tank crew shouted in joy.

Nicholas sighed in relief, 'Good Throne…' He waved over a guardsman and asked him to take over for him so that he could call in mission success to the Commissar.

The Guardsman gave him a nod as he took over for Nicholas and began laying down suppressing fire on a group of Dark Eldar that tried charging the lines.

'Commissar Dima, this is Nicholas, respond over.' An audible static noise responded before a heavy accented angry voice replied.

'What the frakk is it you sorry excuse for a guardsman?!'

'Our Leman Russ is back on line sir, we are awaiting further instructions.' Nicholas said in a polite manner but making faces at the voice, 'Asshole milk drinking bitch of a grox!' Is what he had wanted to say to the Commissar on the other end of the line.

'Well then you're not such a useless drunk after all, if I didn't hate your guts so much I'd buy you a drink,'

'Go frakk a Tyranid.'

'but since you are I'm not going to. Get your sorry as convoy moving pronto!'

'Yes sir!' He replied turning the comms device off, 'Asshole.'

'Geez Nick, you're going to get yourself shot one of these days.' The Vox-Operator said standing back up.

'Eh frakk him! Sitting over in his cozy little base while we get our asses shot off before they can freeze off!'

The Operator chuckles waving him off; Nicholas frowns going back to where the two Techpriests were, both of whom were giving their final blessings to the tank.

'Hey Edison!' The Techpriest Adept looks up, 'How's about after this mission we get a couple of drinks?'

'Nicholas…' Edison muttered face palming, 'I don't drink. How many times must I tell you this?'

'Depends how many times I forget, also can you tell Nikita that we've been ordered to push through the xenos and cultists? He's less likely to yell at you.'

Edison rolled his one human eye at Nicholas puppy eyes and chuckled with metallic amusement, 'Fine.'

The Vostroyan guardsman pumped his fist hissing, 'Yes!' getting yelled at by the irate Tank Commander was one his least favorite reasons for drinking more than other Vostroyans.

Edison jumped up to the top of the tank utilizing the hydraulics in his legs to propel himself higher than any regular flesh bag could hope to jump, 'Commander, the Commissar has ordered us to progress into enemy territory.'

A burly man with a snow white beard wearing a furry Vostroyan hat popped out of the tank hatch swearing, 'Son of a grox! That damn idiot is a disgrace to the Commissariat with his Emperor damned incompetence, Nicholas get your lazy bum ass up here!'

'Frakk.' Nicholas muttered climbing aboard the tank, 'Yes Nikita?'

'Get off my frakking tank!'

Nicholas threw his hands in the air, 'Why does everyone hate me!'

Nikita threw a bottle at him, 'You didn't call my daughter back you asshat!'

Swiftly Nicholas caught the bottle and noticed that it was full, 'But you did save our bacon there… don't expect any more Amaesc from me, it's a one time deal.' Nikita muttered slinking back into his tank, closing the hatch.

'I think that went well.' Edison said jumping down from the Leman Russ.

'Huh,' Nicholas stuff the bottle into his rucksack, 'that was the nicest thing Nikita has ever done for me… he's still an asshole.'

The Mechanicus chuckles metallically patting Nicholas's shoulder, 'Who isn't an asshole in your opinion?'

'Mmmmm, I guess you, you're the only guy that'll talk to me, instead of shout in my ear. You also fixed up my leg with that tech of yours.'

'It was no trouble after you pushed me out of the way from that Traitor Marine's axe.' Edison said with reminiscing of the conflict that made the unlikely two friends.

'Enough lollygagging, we still got heretics and xenos to kill.' Nicholas charged his lasrifle and fixed its bayonet seeing the tank move ahead of the company, 'Looks like Nikita is leading the charge! Want to join us?'

Edison spun his axe hammer hybrid and stuck the end into the ground, 'Someone has to make sure that holy hardware doesn't break down.'

'That's just an excuse.'

'Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.'

'Your buddy joining us?' Nicholas asked gesturing to the senior Techpriest.

Edison turned around and proceeded to talk to the Senior Enginseer , 'Do you wish to partake in the destruction of these xenos and heretics?'

'Fighting is a young man's game, I shall ensure the Machine Spirits in the base remain fully operational. Slaughter in His name Luminous.'

The Junior Adept bowed towards his better and turned to Nicholas with his weapon raised, 'For the Omnissiah!'

'For the Emperor!' Nicholas responded raising his rifle over his head, 'Let's go gut those bastards!'

Both men charged forward alongside the other Vostroyan men, battle cries filling the air drowning out the death screams and roars of both man and xeno.

The heretics were already locked within a deadly melee with the Dark Eldar, losing their lives to the evil space elves, the only thing keeping them within the conflict was their sheer number advantage over the melee proficient aliens.

Unfortunately both sides were going to lose their advantages.

Down the hill came a Leman Russ followed by an absolute avalanche of red coated guardsmen each with their rifles firing streams of red laser; with the xenos and heretics at a disadvantage they had very little means to find cover for themselves other than amongst the dead. Cover that they became a part of soon enough.

Nicholas jumped into the air and brought his boots upon a cultists chest pinning the heretic to the ground, he raised his bayonet up high and plunged it down into the traitor's face repeatedly.

Edison himself was taking on five cultists at once; using his metallic tendrils to grab cultists by their throats and thrashing them around until their necks snapped like peanut shells, the ballistic mechadendrites firing off lasrounds at the farthest cultists that were still using their lasrifles instead of axes. While his Warhammer power axe hybrid hacked and hammered any cultist that got in his way.

The Mechanicus had just gotten done sweeping a heretic's legs from beneath him, in a quick succession he had plunged the spearhead end of his staff through the traitor's neck completely severing the connection to the heathen's spine before checking on Nicholas's progress.

Currently the guardsman had his hands full, literally. Two unarmed and injured cultists were currently trying to claw out the Vostroyan boy's eyes with metal replaced finger nails and bite into him with filed down teeth.

'Do,' He lets one closer and head-butts him backwards, 'I,' He repeats the same to the other, leaving them both on the ground nursing their heads, 'look like a grox burger to you two?' Both looked up only to stare into the barrels of both the lasrifle and a laspistol akimbo.

'Frakk!' Was the last thing they had to say before two lasrounds went through their heads, a stupid crossed eyed look adorned their faces before they fell into the ground.

'Hahaha!' Nicholas chuckled holstering his pistol, 'I never get tired of this!' He ran up to and impaled another cultist that had tried to retreat back towards the Chaos lines, 'You're going nowhere!'

Edison slashed another cultist across his flak armor with the axe end of his weapon, fired two lasrounds into a charging cultist making the heretic fall to his knees; he proceeded to hammer the man's head until his nose was adjacent with his Sternum.

The Dark Eldar began to make a last ditch effort to stay on the battlefield and made a charge straight for the Leman Russ in the hopes of killing the tanks operators and destroying it from the inside out with what was left of their explosives.

They weren't however counting on the cultists to pull a dirty trick. Sometime during the battle they had received some special forces back up, their backup however wasn't your run of the mill traitor.

They were Traitor Marines.

From the snow banks adjacent to the battlefield eight monstrous beings erupted from the ground, 'BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!' Shouting their terrible war cries into the air, praising Khorne.

'Oh frakk…' Nicholas sighed, internally wanting to curl up in a ball and cry his eyes out at his terrible luck.

'My Omnissiah,' Edison muttered, 'you've got to be kidding me.'

The massive chainaxe wielding fallen demigods charged and swung their weapons of choice wildly as they went through crowds of xeno and guardsman alike without any discrimination, taking out some of their own men in the process.

'Oh no,' Nicholas broke out in a dead sprint, pressing his fingers against his vox-beads 'Nikita get out of the tank! Get your men out now!' He screamed hoarsely.

'The hell I'm leaving this tank! Let those lousy Traitor Marines come!' The Vostroyan man roared turning his tank towards the fallen Astartes, the gears switched into full speed as the cannon fired as fast as it could.

Four of the Astartes charged the tank head on screaming themselves hoarse over the roars of their weapons. One of the cannon rounds struck a Marine straight into its chest sending it flying backwards in a fiery blaze skidding across the ground, even if the round hadn't killed the Marine, then the sneaky Dark Eldar with a sword made sure the Astartes was good and dead.

The three remaining Marines jumped onto the tank and started to hack at it with their weapons, one of them managed to rip the hatch off, 'Blo-' The Astartes stopped short seeing Nikita flipping him off while smoking a cigar. City of wonders limited.

Nikita laughed at the Traitor Marine, 'Look behind you asshole.'

The Marine looked backwards and to his horror the mountain's edge was approaching fast even with the combined weight of the Marines.

'You and me frakkhead, to hell we go!' Nikita shouted puffing his cigar for one last time before going over the edge.

'Oh Nikita,' Nicholas muttered seeing the tank with the Marines go over the edge, 'you brave bastard.'

The tank and the Astartes plummeted hundreds of meters per second, striking the ground with the combined weight of the Marines and the remaining ordnance created a massive explosion, meaningless on any other day, but this day the mountain had different ideas.

With the already massive amounts of explosions and the rumbling of armored vehicles around the amount of stress was finally too much.

A great shaking overtook the battlefield; all fighters remained still each with varying degrees of concern and fear on their faces as an undeniable fact was revealed to them.

The mountain was having an avalanche.

'Well this is not good.' Edison muttered watching giant cracks spread across the battlefield.

In an instant the whole battlefield began to go in one direction, downhill. Human and xeno alike were frantically trying to claw their way back up hill, trying their best to not get caught in the rapidly falling snow waves.

Even with all of the augmentations the Mechanicus could offer, Edison had an incredible amount of time getting himself and Nicholas up the hill, 'We are so dead!' Nicholas growled clawing at the snow, trying to find some way to help Edison get the both of them up the hill.

One thing caught Nicholas's eye, a large piece of metal that used to belong to Nikita's tank.

The Vostroyan lunged for the metal and brought it underneath him, 'Get on Eddy!'

'What are you doing?!' The Techpriest shouted being dragged onto the makeshift sled going down the mountain.

'Something really frakking stupid!' Nicholas cried over the roar of the avalanche, 'Whoo!'

Going down the mountain by riding its momentum seemed like a good idea, ride the wave and land unscathed after avoiding any obstacles of course… however the operative word was seemed like a good idea.

'Oh hell we're going too fast, too fast!' Nicholas cried using his body weight to help turn the metal sled, 'Eddy lean left, lean left!'

The Mechanicus did as he was told while muttering thousands of curses per second, 'OmnissiahdamnedfleshbagdrunkardsonofagroxOrkfrakking,'

'You can curse and bitch all you want after we survive this!'

Edison groaned, 'Omnissiah preserve me from this moron! You will get me killed one of these days Tsartrov!'

Nicholas turned around, 'Hey I can't survive this, and you're like seventy percent metal!'

'Seventy two point three!'

'Who cares!?' Nicholas screamed as the sled took a steep drop, men from both the Imperium and Chaos flew by like ragdolls, some of dead and broken, others screamed bloody murder as they plummeted to their inevitable deaths. A rather sad sight to behold to any observers.

As if their situation wasn't already bad enough, then it most certainly got worse as a battalion of Traitor guardsmen were making their way up the mountain with armored vehicles.

Nicholas frowned, 'Oh come on! Really?!'

The sled flew faster than an arrow speeding across the snow, finally the heretics at the bottom of the hill took notice of the rapidly approaching tsunami of snow and ice, made evident from their screams.

'Blighmy!'

'Bloody hell!'

'By the Warp!'

'Aoaaaahhhh!'

'Aaaaaaah!'

'Leedle leedle leedle lee!'

Nicholas and Edison ducked their heads as the sled passed right underneath a Chimera troop transport, going out from the other end they passed right through six Damned Legionaries, sending four in different directions while the other two landed on top of the metal sled.

'Bwah?' Nicholas and a cultist looked each other in the eye for a second before he pushed him into the air, the heretic flailed for a second before getting impaled on the front of a Leman Russ tank.

The Vostroyan looked behind him to see the other cultist get flung into the treads of a forward advancing Leman Russ, resulting in the traitor being more so related to corned beef hash than human life.

Unfortunately their troubles weren't ending anytime soon for three reason; one was that they were losing momentum, two was that they cultists were noticing them, and finally three was that the avalanche was still going full force down the mountain.

Mondays!

As soon as they could get into better positions, the two Imperials fired everything they had at the cultists they were passing by, many had little time to react; most were confused about what they were seeing in the first place, and there was also the large amount of snow that was sweeping away their tanks and men like they were little more than dirt to a broom.

'Well Edison it's been a blast!' Nicholas said switching out a lasmag, 'I don't think we'll make it out of this one!'

'It's been fun fleshbag, I only wish that we could've seen the look on the Commissar's face!' Both laughed as their sled slowed to the speed of twenty five MPH, the cultists were now shooting back, albeit inaccurately.

What the duo didn't see however was a Chaos Priest attempting to raise a portal, 'C'mon, c'mon! By the Changer of Ways hurry up!' He shouted as the portal opened up to a glorious black, blue, purple vortex.

The Priest was so overcome with his jubilee that he hadn't noticed the sled moving as fast as a car right behind him, 'WHOA!?' He shouted flailing in the air before landing with a hard thud.

Nicholas had a fraction of a second to see the Warp portal before he and Edison slid right into it.

On the inside of the Warp the two Imperials shut their eyes tight muttering prayers to the Emperor for a better way to die and to die at all, and it seemed like He was listening.

With a clang the sled hit a tree getting two loud grunts from the Vostroyan and the Techpriest.

'Uggh…' Nicholas groaned sitting up, Edison was holding his head trying to get his ocular receptors to respond.

'Well frakk, where am I?' A voice asked through a respirator.

'Your guess is as good as mine.' Another said.

Nicholas blinked several times getting a better look at the men in front of him, 'A Tallaharn and Armageddian?'

The two guardsmen snapped their heads towards him, 'A Vostroyan and a Techpriest?' The Armageddon solider observed.

'Well,' Nicholas said pulling out his Amesac bottle that was somehow unbroken, 'anyone want a drink?'

Well that's it! I've had with these motherfucking intros, in this motherfucking story! For now at least, if you are wondering about the other two Wrap portals your questions will be answered in the next chapter. Our heroes (and I use that term lightly) have arrived to assist our Krieg guardsmen in the holy crusade against the Grimm! What adventures await them? What dangers shall they face? Is there an actual reason why these young men arrived on Remnant or is it all a coincidence? And most importantly.. what is the real reason why Chaos Undivided arrived on Remnant?