"Mmm~ hmm~ hmm~ ahhhhhhh~ uhhhhhh~"
"Zoffy, shut the hell up! You sound disgusting. I'm starting to wonder if you're a Nurgling. I don't have a pathetic clone like you."
Five whole years had passed since the spoils-sharing conference. In that time, every world around Cadia had been fully evacuated. In their place stood an endless fortress jointly built by the Imperial Fists and Iron Warriors.
Evacuating the population and building bunkers shouldn't have taken this long. With every Legion pitching in, three years would've been more than enough. The problem was that Blackwatch had far too many warehouses. Just inventorying the supplies and shipping them to Cadia had taken a year.
The main reason transporting the supplies had taken so long was that Blackwatch had gone quiet, leaving the other Legions to handle the job.
To make sure this didn't turn into another Maginot Line, they spent the remaining year running targeted drills.
That was only possible because the troops were so well trained. Apart from the Space Marines, the Astra Militarum consisted of the finest warriors from worlds across the Imperium. Otherwise, just getting used to the new equipment would've taken ages.
The five-year deadline had arrived, and the Super Astartes Project was already showing results. In this desperate hour, there was no time to put new recruits through twelve years of training. Anyone who survived the coming super-sized riot would become a veteran.
During the first year, only humans were gathered around Cadia. As time went on, more and more species made their way there.
The first to arrive were the Dog-men. Led by Goda, the pooches had gathered from across the Galaxy to perform this ritual deicide against their own Dog Emperor.
The Necrons led by the Silent King joined the battle soon afterward. While carrying out