This was something I had to throw together when I was applying at GW head office, as a test of my photography and Photoshop skills. Thought I'd share it rather than consign it to the vault of history!
Excuse the blatant cheesiness of the text - I realised that the pictures themselves didn't work, and plain captions were dull...
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Into the BreachThe Invasion of Brakktyr VI
”My lord Fulgrim, our air strikes have breached the rebel defences. The city is now open to an assault,” grunted Sergeant Wronde in his thick barbaric accent, causing the Primarch to wince slightly. He despised having to liaise with the World Eaters legion when his own was more than capable of subduing this system alone.

“However, time may be of the essence, my lord – our scout teams report that the enemy is already mobilising to defend the eastern ruins.”
“And what news of the misguided Lieutenant Hrothulf?” asked Fulgrim.

”Aye sir. We have visual confirmation that he is among them.”
Fulgrim beamed a malicious smile. Oh, he’d teach this upstart that no man could turn his back on the Imperium and expect no retribution… not while he and his legion still fought in the name of the Emperor upon the Great Crusade!

Orders were relayed through the command ships of the fleet above to storm the breach, and each of the loyal captains of the Emperor’s Children confirmed as their companies began to advance.

But from hidden vantage points among the ruins of the shattered city defences, the eyes of the enemy fell upon the noble Astartes as they marched through the blasted avenues and debris-littered streets. Not a single squad of the assault force went unnoticed as coded signals were relayed to fire teams camped behind the rebel lines.

As the vanguard of the Emperor’s Children legion reached the devastated remains of the rebel governor’s palace, mortar fire issued from the ruins on the far bank of the river, raining explosive shells down upon their positions with almost eerie pinpoint accuracy.

Their new MK4 plate proved its worth as the Astartes were flung about by the explosions which would have torn lesser men to pieces… but before they could regroup the rebel troops were upon them, springing from their concealed positions and opening fire with weapons looted from the Imperial Army regiments which had failed to conquer them the first time around.

Fulgrim looked on in awe as the trap was sprung – that accursed Hrothulf had turned their invasion into a desperate battle for survival among the ruins of his own battle lines. In spite of this, the Primarch’s excitement was palpable: here would be a foe worthy of his attentions after all…