Chaos plan “Operation Black Hammer”

Bezhok was looking sullenly over the hololith, replaying both Iron Warrior, allied and enemy troop movements for the last several months, at the same time a screed of data ran alongside, showing in depth data on each engagement and scout observation. He scowled.

“If the war continues like this, with new combatants arriving everytime we deal with one, we’ll be at this for years, even with the Warsmith’s presence” muttered Bezhok. 

“Yes Lord” Came the reply from the other Iron Warrior. The other Iron Warrior seemed tall, yet diminished. His armour had warped and fused with him, a large cloak worn about his shoulders, a indication of the Praetor he once was, his hammer, once a symbol of pride, was set in the corner.

“Dazkov, I need a break through, those idiot Orks have given the advantage to the Xenos Tau and soon they’ll want to push our Western flank, I don’t want Gerghaz trying to blame me when his lines buckle.”

Dazkov did not reply, he only walked to the rockcrete wall and placed a hand upon it, then reached into his pouch and drew forth a clod of dirt, taken from the city. He studied it for a time, long enough to make Bezhok uncomfortable, dam Dazkov was clever but he was strange. After rubbing the earth in his fleshmetal fingers, Dazkov came over to the Hololith.

“There is a weakness somewhere, a large one, like a crack in a stone pillar that a hammer will break.”

With a gesture Bezhok had offered the Hololith to Dazkov, he would feel threatened by Razkov’s intelligence, that he may seek to stick a knife in his back and take his command, save for the simple knowledge that Dazkov would hate every second and be even more miserable than the strange bastard already was. Dazkov scrolled through the data at an alarming rate, before stopping, scrolling back then pointing.

“Here, the crack in the stone.”

Bezhok peered at the Hololith, Dazkov was pointing to an open plaza that had a ruined road passing through it. Dazkov must have sense Bezhok’s lack of comprehension and started to type, a scroll of numbers and indication runes upon the geographical location. Slowly the preliminary formula calculations began to dawn on him.

“Why didn’t the Dodekatheon not spot this?!” exclaimed Bezhok

“Because I was not there” stated Dazkov, Bezhok thought that Dazkov was gloating with arrogance, maybe he was just stating matter of factly? No, gloating, arrogant ass. 

“Very well, Dazkov, take the forces you require, implement your plan. Let us call it...” Bezok’s eyes scanned the room for a moment before fixing on Dazkov’s signature weapon “Operation Black Hammer”. 

“Yes Lord”. 

Line Captain Dazkov moved to leave, picking up the namesake of the mission.

“Oh and Captain? Make sure you take Nicator and Razko with you”

Dazkov gave Bezhok a pained expression knowing and Bezhok knew Dazkov utterly hated this idea. Nicator and Razko were the most insufferable pair in the whole Grand Company, they would make Dazkov’s life misery. “Good”, thought Bezhok, it would teach the jumped up not to try and outsmart him again. The Line Captain looked like he was about to argue but then slumped his armoured pauldrons with a sigh of resignation

“Yes, Lord.”