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Pari selvennystä; Revenants chapterin marineilla on pistimet bolttereissaan ja luutnantti sijoittuu arvoltaan armeijalistasta löytyvän "leaderin" kohdalle. Ja sitten itse asiaan.
TRANSMITTED: Chorellus IV
RECEIVED: IQ-0X22i
DESTINATION: Opacus Prime
TELEPATHIC DUCT: Astropath Prime Halmael
+ + + + + DATE: 3152832M41
+ + + + + + REF: Inq/0ii8001125/GT
+ + + + + + BY: Inquisitor Aetherius
+ + + + + + RE: Search and Rescue
+ + + THOUGHT: ‘Deeds not words’
+ + + Receiving Transmission + + +
With the authority of the immortal Emperor of mankind, I order Chapter Master Cranius of the Revenants Chapter to immediately send a strike force to retrieve a captured astropath Glacius from traitor imperial guard outpost on Chorellus IV (335-294). Destroy any traitor guardsmen you encounter and the colonel is to be immediately executed without a trial. Operation is to commence immediately.
- Inquisitor Aetherius
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Brother Lieutenant Darius of the first company lumbered towards Captain Markus’ quarters in his power armour. He had been called straight from a battle practice and he was eager to leave the fortress monastery for a real mission after three boring months of practice and prayers. The plasteel door was open and Darius entered without slowing his speed, almost knocking down a young initiate just leaving the room.
“You called for me captain?” Darius asked after removing his bone white helmet.
“Yes,” Markus answered. He was an impressive man. Taller than any other marine in the chapter, his voice like a thunderstorm and it was even said that he’s icy gaze could stop a raging orc on its tracks. “Roughly 30 minutes ago we received a message from Chorellus IV. We have a mission for you.”
Private Jones was sitting on his guard post cleaning and polishing his Cadia pattern autogun. From time to time he raised his gaze from the simple gun and took a look around the desolate wasteland what makes most of Chorellus IV. Nothing moved voluntarily under the twin-suns of the system, only two guard patrols at least a mile away. Jones chuckled as he thought the unlucky guardsmen who were ordered to circle around the camp. Ever since they caught the chaos psycher the colonel had been awfully paranoid and doubled the patrols, and after their only chimera broke down colonel, with his two lieutenants, forced the men to patrol on foot.
Actually, now that he thought about it, after the psycher was caught everything had gone more or less, usually more though, wrong. They had not seen a supply transport in weeks and food and water rations were getting smaller in quantity and worse in quality every passing day. Some of the guys in B-platoon had actually died out there while on patrol, just because they had nothing to drink and their squad mates were too tired to carry them back.
“This looks shiny enough.” Jones said to himself. Another nasty habit he had developed during all the lonely hours of guard duty. He turned towards the camp and leaned backwards. The camp was not big. It was just a bunch of white, old tents and small command bunker in the middle. Most of the 150 guardsmen had to live in hot tents while colonel together with his command staff and bodyguards lived, apparently rather well, in the bunker. He couldn’t remember to have ever seen the colonel hungry, or even little less fat, or actually at all during the last few days. There was no wall or anything like that, only eight guard posts, like his, around the camp. Everyone could see that the guardsmen would have trouble defending the camp against force anything larger than half of their own numbers. Its position between the hills made it hard to spot from ground though.
Suddenly Jones heard a roar of engines far behind him. “Ah, finally the supply transport we have been waiting for.” He said out loud. With a sigh Jones stood up and turned but bumped in to a black metal wall with double headed eagle on it. He didn’t even have time to scream as the wall grabbed his throat with ceramite gauntlet. He gasped, dropped his autogun and desperately grabbed the hand. Last thing Private Jones saw was the burning red eyes of massive, black and white armoured warrior as the iron grip crushed his neck and lower jaw with ease.
Brother Sergeant Galba let the lifeless body fall to the ground as he radioed to Lieutenant Darius that his men were in position on the north side of the camp. From behind him four other battle brothers appeared to the hilltop, one effortlessly carrying a huge heavy bolter.
On the other side of the camp two guards and one foot patrol had experienced the same fate as the unlucky private Jones. Lieutenant Darius together with Sergeant Veran and his squad had easily dispatched the sleeping guardsman and the drowsy patrol. Darius and the tactical squad took firing positions on the hill and only moments later Galba’s unit did the same. The traitors would be devastated, as they should, he thought and smiled within his helmet.
“Support 1, initiate bombing of the camp. Do not hit the bunker… if possible.” Darius said to his comm-link.
“Roger that sir.” Cold voice answered, shrouded by faint background static.
Sound of the distant engines approached fast and soon marines as well as the traitor guards head louder roar of thunderhawk’s earthshaker cannon over the sound of its engines. Seconds later huge explosion engulfed the east side of the camp in flames.
“Squad Talon, squad Scythe: For the Emperor open fire!” Darius yelled in his comm-link as the black landingcraft flew low over them.
Immediately both squads opened fire to the guardsmen rushing back and forth down in the camp. Deadly bolter fire cut down several of the unlucky panicking soldiers and two heavy bolters took out dozens of traitors within blink of an eye. Moments later marines finished their first magazine almost simultaneously and had to stop to reload, giving the guardsmen a chance to regroup and organize some sort of opposition. While the others reloaded Darius continued firing with his wrist mounted storm bolter. He saw clearly how one of his bolts exploded in the head of one foolish guardsman who was stupid enough to fire upon the emperors finest, and how other one punched right through steel crate crippling guardsman squatting behind it.
Another huge explosion right in the middle of the camp, only meters from the bunker, threw several unlucky soldiers up in the air in pieces. The marines were already taking some rather inaccurate fire but nothing their power armours couldn’t handle, and their own fire made sure that no heavy weaponry could be effectively set up. After the third shot from thunderhawk’s earthshaker cannon most of the tents were already gone or in flames and over half of the men were lying either dead or dying on the broken, bloody ground.
“Cease fire!” Darius messaged to the thunderhawk. “Advance! Let them feel the Emperors wrath!.” He gave the command.
Despite their reduced numbers the guardsmen were now more or less dug in the rubble and corpses of their dead comrades, desperately fighting for their lives. The marines advanced steadily in to the thickening firestorm, trusting in their superior armour, weaponry and skills. Darius felt several small calibre bullets impact his uppers torso, legs and arms, but they were powerless to penetrate thick multilayer ceramite armour. This was exactly what he had been missing all these long months of training.
He advanced steadily towards ten guardsmen who were hiding behind steel crates. When they peaked over their cover Darius raised his hand to unleash a deadly salvo to the man who dared to even try to shoot at him but the heavy bolter marine behind him was faster. High calibre kraken bolts pierced the crates as well as the guardsmen and their armour leaving most of them splattered to pieces around broken wreck of crates. And the few remaining soldiers rushed towards the desert as soon as they could, only to be finished off by Talon squad.
Hollow sound of grenade launcher firing alerted Darius of group of fresh targets to his left. One of them was just reloading a new grenade to his one-barrelled gun. On his right side battle brother Titus got hit by the grenade straight in to stomach. With loud explosion he staggered few steps backwards, his motions slowing, and fell to his back with his chest plate cracked and power cables cut to pieces. Despite this Darius smiled and fired a short burst towards the man cutting him half. Scythe squad’s retribution was swift. Rest of them opened fire immediately after this and ended their misery within few bloody seconds.
Swiftly, with grim determination, the marines finished the rest of the traitors fool enough not to run, and gathered around the bunker. The scythe squad destroyed the water tanks with few grenades and then Sergeant Veran positioned his men around the bunker in defensive positions against possible counter-attack. The Talon squad prepared to move in the bunker. Naturally they would not enter through the most likely point - the door. For these situations Darius carried two devastating melta bombs with him. Even one of those would be more than enough to breach the wall. He set one of the bombs in the east wall and the Talon squad formed a half circle safe distance away, ready to engage whatever target would be revealed. When the timer was beeping its way down from 30 seconds Darius drew his power sword, readied his storm bolter once again and prepared to assault in.
3…2…1… Darius counted in his mind. When the bomb reached zero it let out a high pitched hiss and sudden roar when piece of the wall disappeared in a bight flash. The flash and the deafening sound did not bother the marines due to their helmets but the five surviving guardsmen were lying on the floor clawing their eyes and ears, screaming in pain. With few well placed bolts and bayonet stabs their souls were sent to what ever dark god they served. Quickly the Talon squad cleared the upper floor of the bunker from three more traitors and captured one more. Then quickly positioned themselves around the crude, apparently recently dug, stairs.
Brother Sergeant Galba brought the captured guarsman to Darius.
“Tell me something useful and your soul shall be brought back to the grace of the God-Emperor.” Darius hissed through his helmet.
“I… I…” The man said trembling in fear. He was old, well over his fifties and appeared to be some sort of a sergeant. Suddenly the man seemed to gather his remaining willpower and stared back at Darius’ red eyes. “I won’t tell you anything!”
“So be it. Redemption will be forever denied from you.” Darius said and grabbed him with his left hand and with simple, effortless motion, threw the man bouncing down the stairs. He did not get up. These pathetic creatures were not worth his time.
“Wait for me here.” He said to the squad.
“Roger that brother lieutenant.” Sergeant Galba answered.
Darius could barely fit down the stairs and more than one step crumbled under his armoured feet. The underground room was not a big one. The walls and floor was bare sandstone without any decoration. Other than small stone table there was no furniture or objects of any kind. Before the table there was a fat man on his knees, clad in old imperial guard desert uniform; markings indicated him to be the doomed colonel even though all the imperial markings were torn off. He appeared to be unarmed unlike the two determined looking lieutenants on his both sides pointing at him with bolt pistols.
“By the order of Ordo Malleus inquisitor Aetherius you are to be executed here and now.” Darius informed the fat man and aimed him. “All resistance is futile.”
The colonel let out a bored laughter and turned around, Darius couldn’t miss the strange gleam in his eyes and exceptionally pale, sweaty face.
“My master will avenge my death, marine! He is far more powerful than your false Emperor.”
“Blasphemy!” Darius growled and opened fire. As the first bolts tore their way in the colonel’s bloated body the two battle hardened lieutenants returned to his fire. First lieutenant fell right after the colonel, without doing any real damage, when powerful hellfire bolt exploded in his chest. The second lieutenant however managed to hit him straight to face. With anything less than the extensive protection of mark 7 helmet he would, with no doubt, be either dead or seriously injured. Still the bolt heavily damaged the helmet leaving him blind. It was not enough to save him. Darius tore away the helmet with his left hand and charged forward. Two more bolts hit him but they would not penetrate the thicker layers of his armour.
Unfortunately for the traitor, the room was not big enough for him to escape more than few steps, and the terrifying marine with his power sword cut him in half with ease. Darius glanced around him. No sign of the astropath.
“Cursed traitors.” Darius said to himself and picked up the wrecked helmet.
TRANSMITTED: Strike Cruiser Star Wrath
RECEIVED: IQ-0c319x
DESTINATION: Opacus Prime
TELEPATHIC DUCT: Astropath Valus
+ + + + + DATE: 3153832M41
+ + + + + + REF: Rev/9x85953/GT
+ + + + + + BY: Brother Lieutenant Darius
+ + + + + + RE: Mission Failed
+ + + THOUGHT: ‘Only the unfaithful question’
+ + + Receiving Transmission + + +
The Revenants took the target base annihilating all the traitors. The colonel was executed as ordered together with his second and third in command. However there was no sign of the astorpath Glacius. Own losses; one wounded battle brother. Strike force is currently occupying the location waiting for further orders.
- Brother Lieutenant Darius
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Revenants - Search and Rescue
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High king Godric
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- Liittynyt: Su 25.05.2003 11:25
- Paikkakunta: Espoo
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