Mordecai offensives bolstered by Space Wolves

After a brief lull in frontline activity across Mordecai Primaris, the Imperium resumed its advance in the latter months of 025.M42, driving deeper into the shattered expanse of the planet’s northern hive cities. The oppressive heat of the long Mordecai summer had finally begun to break, and with it came renewed pressure from Segmentum Command for General Kutuzov to maintain operational momentum.

At the forefront of this renewed offensive were the Space Wolves, unleashed by Kutuzov to fracture the Chaos defensive line and create the necessary breach for the Imperial Guard to follow. Their assault was brutal and direct, cutting into plague-choked avenues and fortified hab-blocks with characteristic ferocity.

The Imperium’s sudden resurgence forced the Thousand Sons into a reluctant intervention. The sorcerous legion had long maintained their principal citadel deep within the northern hives, and its fall would represent a catastrophic loss for the Chaos forces on Mordecai Primaris. Thus, they moved to check the Wolves’ advance.

The Thousand Sons deployed their elite Scarab Occult Terminators, phalanxes of warp-armoured warriors whose inexorable advance had crushed many previous Imperial offensives. Their arrival threatened to halt the Space Wolves’ momentum entirely. Yet this time the blow fell not upon unprepared mortal troops but upon the Vlka Fenryka themselves.

The Space Wolves absorbed the initial psychic and bolter barrage with sheer tenacity, anchoring their line around their pack leaders and countering with devastating charges. What should have been a surgical counter-attack by the Scarab Occult turned into a grinding melee that failed to deliver the decisive breakthrough the Thousand Sons required.

Realising too late that the Imperium’s encircling manoeuvres were already in motion, the Thousand Sons were faced with a dire choice: continue the attack and risk the annihilation of their elite terminator formations, or abandon the field. The Thousand Sons withdrew under a shroud of sorcerous misdirection, preserving their forces but conceding valuable ground.

By the end of late 025.M42, the Imperium had driven significantly closer to the main Thousand Sons citadel, and the Chaos line in the northern hives was beginning to bend under the weight of sustained Imperial pressure. The long campaign for Mordecai Primaris was far from over, but the tide—slowly, inexorably—was beginning to seem indicate inevitable victory for the Imperium.