Kaiser Otto glanced out of the windows of the Fortress of Prussiaburg. It had been nearly one hundred years to the day that he had sworn fealty to the Dark Gods and cast away the corpse-emperor on Terra. The entire subector had gone with him, but being on the edge of the Segmentum the Imperium had been slow in organizing a crusade; there was always a Hive Fleet, a WAAAGH, or another rebellion incysted in the Segmentum that got first call for resources, and so it had been for 50 years as the Norsk subsector had descended into an orgy of bloodshed. Then, in an act of overreach, Kaiser Otto ordered and attack on the adjacent subsector of Francia. As it happened a company of Roboute's Rangers were escorting a Machine Cult mission in recovering archeotech on the planet Otto decided to started his Black crusade on. The Germanoids were repulsed easily, and thus began the Norsk Crusade.
"Worried, whelp?"
Otto whimpered and turned to the towering man-god that had entered the room. Fritz Barbarossa had once been a sergeant in the Silver Guards before setting out on his own to establish his own glory. He and his warband had arrived after Otto swore fealty to the Dark Gods and encouraged, with his bolter, that Otto invade the nearby subsector. He and his warband had also helped train the Germanoid warhost, which most involved screaming at them and using whips.
Otto was beginning to regret leaving the Imperirum.
"No Lord Barbarossa, of course not." Otto stammered. "The Divine Powers provide for all who ask it."
"Do not forget it." With a clank the bulky chaos marine in terminator armor moved forward, to glance out the window. He seemed to be staring into the night sky. "It will not be long now, human."
"Long for what?"
"The sacrifice."
Battle barge Washington
"Commissar Alyrium, welcome." Captain Mason of the 2nd Company indicated to the last open chair. The Washington's command and control facilities were far superior to any of the naval vessels in the crusade, and the Astartes Force Commander had graciously offered Lord General Millitant Sir Omri Willstshire Blackstool the 4th to establish his headquarters on the ship. "I was just informing the Lord General that Squad Croatoan was ready, and that we could coordinate for the final assault on Castle Hohenzollern. With the Emperor watching us we should be able to end the misrule of the heretic shortly. Would you care to be part of the liaison on the insertation team?"
Alyrium shuddered. The idea of following 10 or so terminators traipsing about a plasma reactor room. As he opened his mouth to respond the Lord General broke in.
"I say Good Captain! I just got a message from Colonel Li of the Feellippeens 929th Foot Infantry(light) stating that Commissar Martin has recently died of coherent light poisoning. I'd rather the Commissar go down there an take care of things for the diversionary assualt. They will be attacking the North Wall, no heavy equipment I'm afraid, all the arty and tanks are going to the main assault on the East Wall. Very-good shooters though. The Feellippeeni government issued bolt-action lasrifles to encourage conservation of ammo."
If you would like to be part of the assault on the North Wall, go to page 2.
If you would like be part of the Insertion team into the Plasma reactor, go to page 723.
Moved to G*C by Shepples
Now we only need some "Krieger". I vote for the insertion of the German vocabularly police. 
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- PeZook
