How many were left? A couple of hundred? A hundred?
And the heretics, how many of them? Fifty thousand?
Who even knew, in all this madness? He glanced at the gore-encrusted chainsword in his hand for a moment, then looked ahead as they bustled along with the crowd.
For the moment, they were just two more among many, with no special distinctions marking them.
Whatever, it wasn't going to last much longer. These people were at the end of their rope. Quite likely the next wave of heretics could just carry rocks in and pile on the bodies until they closed to short enough range to just bash everyone's skulls in.
He put his hand on Nathan's shoulder, letting the inquisitor guide him for a moment as he closed his eyes, praying to the Emperor for just a little more strength.
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Nathan knew what had to be done he gathered powerful energies unto himself he could feel the strain of them as they welled up inside of him as he locked gazes with the lead Golden Dawn elements. He let his anger and rage slowly build with the power and then screamed in rage and pain.
The ground ripped asunder and threw the enemy troops backwards .An enemy russ was blown onto its side crushing troops using it for cover .Enemy troops were thrown bck and a sorceror grabbed his head and screamed as he collapsed dead.
Nathan fell forwards to his knees and then collapsed bonelessly.
The ground ripped asunder and threw the enemy troops backwards .An enemy russ was blown onto its side crushing troops using it for cover .Enemy troops were thrown bck and a sorceror grabbed his head and screamed as he collapsed dead.
Nathan fell forwards to his knees and then collapsed bonelessly.
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The enemy advance was a great dragon in shape. The jaws of the great beast were aimed at the vault tunnels occupied by Nathan and Prius while its wings swept forward. All converged at the courthouse spire in the center. The forces of chaos attacked from every direction.
They attacked from down main through fares and side passages. Skirmishers moved through major vent ducts. In all sectors they met resistance. The Imperials had booby trapped accessed ways and placed charges in vents. Cyber hounds were unleashed in narrow corridors and Imperials rallied around fortified strongpoints. At this hour, even in extremis, the Imperium fought. It would not yield an inch of territory without first drenching it in blood.
They attacked from down main through fares and side passages. Skirmishers moved through major vent ducts. In all sectors they met resistance. The Imperials had booby trapped accessed ways and placed charges in vents. Cyber hounds were unleashed in narrow corridors and Imperials rallied around fortified strongpoints. At this hour, even in extremis, the Imperium fought. It would not yield an inch of territory without first drenching it in blood.
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As Prius carried the unconscious inquisitor back towards the courthouse, the fighting continued sporadictly behind him. Flesh had been driven past the level of endurance and fatigue had set in long ago. Both sides were exhausted. Both sides were willing to fight on.
It was the Reaver who blinked first. He called a temporary halt to his offensive, allowing some of his units to rest. He maintained his hold on the beachheads he held and kept units pressing and skirmishing, forcing the Imperials to keep many of their solidiers at high alert status.
It was the Reaver who blinked first. He called a temporary halt to his offensive, allowing some of his units to rest. He maintained his hold on the beachheads he held and kept units pressing and skirmishing, forcing the Imperials to keep many of their solidiers at high alert status.
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He staggered into the courthouse, looking for someplace soft to deposit Nathan. He settled him down in a corner, then turned to look at the defense display.
No magical answers greeted him, no thunderbolts of inspiration. He went to a fountain and drank deeply, then splashed water on his face. The shock of the cold water jarred him, as diluted blood and grime splashed back into the drain, swirling away. He took another deep draught before turning back to the room.
No magical answers greeted him, no thunderbolts of inspiration. He went to a fountain and drank deeply, then splashed water on his face. The shock of the cold water jarred him, as diluted blood and grime splashed back into the drain, swirling away. He took another deep draught before turning back to the room.
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Orderlies from the courthouse hospital were hauling casualties deeper into the spire. They were dead on their feet and splattered with blood and gore. They lifted the inquisitor onto a stretcher and carried him inside.
Dozens of troopers lay along the walls, having crashed completely as soon as they had been given permission to rest. Some were adults, but there were many old men and teenagers in their ranks. Arbites shock troopers maintained a vigil.
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Jolan Gix stepped out of the lander onto the ship's deck. A small swarm of medical personal clustered around Hethor. The inquisitor began the movements necessary to remove his damaged armour.
Agile fingers beat him to it and began to disengage the locks. Ponderous plates were removed, stripping Jolan down to the sensors and clinging light body suit he wore under neath. He almost collapsed when it was done. Strong arms caught him and guided him to a seat. "Medicae!" A voice shouted from behind him.
A long and lean grey haired man and two rotund assistants approached. They checked the monitors attached to Jolan. "According to the auspexes you have pushed your body to the red line inquisitor. The best thing for you is rest, although I can give you a stim if you insist on it. I strongly advise against-"
"That will be enough doctor," said Severa Valin. "I'll see that the inquisitor gets plenty of sleep."
"Good."
"Come on Jolan," she said. Two big naval ratings picked him up. "Let's go," she said.
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Jolan Gix stepped out of the lander onto the ship's deck. A small swarm of medical personal clustered around Hethor. The inquisitor began the movements necessary to remove his damaged armour.
Agile fingers beat him to it and began to disengage the locks. Ponderous plates were removed, stripping Jolan down to the sensors and clinging light body suit he wore under neath. He almost collapsed when it was done. Strong arms caught him and guided him to a seat. "Medicae!" A voice shouted from behind him.
A long and lean grey haired man and two rotund assistants approached. They checked the monitors attached to Jolan. "According to the auspexes you have pushed your body to the red line inquisitor. The best thing for you is rest, although I can give you a stim if you insist on it. I strongly advise against-"
"That will be enough doctor," said Severa Valin. "I'll see that the inquisitor gets plenty of sleep."
"Good."
"Come on Jolan," she said. Two big naval ratings picked him up. "Let's go," she said.
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He studied the board more closely.
Emperor's mercy.
They'd actually stalled them. Incredible.
He found a nearby seat to sit in and flopped down in it, the chair protesting as he dropped his weight on it casually. He leaned on his hand to stare at the situation board.
He couldn't focus, think clearly. Chin resting on his augmetic arm as he leaned on the table next to the chair, without even realizing it, he simply dozed off.
Emperor's mercy.
They'd actually stalled them. Incredible.
He found a nearby seat to sit in and flopped down in it, the chair protesting as he dropped his weight on it casually. He leaned on his hand to stare at the situation board.
He couldn't focus, think clearly. Chin resting on his augmetic arm as he leaned on the table next to the chair, without even realizing it, he simply dozed off.
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“This is, of course, a perverse joke,” she had said.
Inquisitor Vonrilyental had shook his head slowly.
“You are joking.”
He had continued to shake his head.
“I am no tech-priest,” Lena replied, “I haven’t even the first clue how to operate this thing, she said, gesturing at the baroque console in front of her, panelled in beaten brass with backlit keys on which were inscribed sacred runes.
“My dear, the average operator has no clue how to operate it either.”
Lena flexed her gauntleted hand, “And honestly, where the in His name did they find this armour? It’s absurd.”
“I think it’s actually rather well maintained,” he replied looking at the white power armour some particularly annoying inquisitorial henchmen had insisted she don before their (second) return to the planet.
“I look like the frakking queen of Sororitas.”
“You are... Anyway,” Taran said, looking up onto the hexagram inscribed teleport chamber, “It can’t hurt to loose a teleport homer.” The device sat in the centre of the hexagram, blipping happily away.
Lena sighed, “Just because I’m somehow blessed doesn’t mean that the Emperor is going to guide my hand in operating this thing.” Somewhere outside, the metallic sound of an irate techpriest growling caused her to glance toward the door.
Looking harried, the ‘living saint’ stabbed the console in a quick pattern of three button-pushes. Something inside the apparatus of the teleportarium started moving, and she raised an eyebrow, “If this gets us killed, I’m blaming it on you when we come before Him.” She pressed the buttons once more, seemingly at random, until finally, she seemed satisfied that she’d pressed enough buttons to keep the Inquisitor happy. Grasping a lever daubed in ‘holy ungents’ which managed to grease up the formerly perfect armour, she pulled it back suddenly. With a quiet ‘clap,’ the teleportation homer disappeared…
…and reappeared somewhere deep inside the blood-drenched hive…
“Right,” she said, “now that I’ve probably sent that off to Emperor knows where, should we not be busy reinforcing our people down on the planet?”
The Lord Inquisitor rapped his cane on the floor, “Yes,” he said. “I recall someone was asking about my Iron Men.”
“The surely,” she said.
“Yes, yes, Quite. I think its about time we sent them down,” he said, “all twenty.”
“The entire complement - I will give the order,” she said, “are we going with them?”
“You are,” he said, “I have other plans for myself,” he added as they walked past the furious tech-priest, who was being restrained by two of Vonrilyental’s stormtroopers…
Inquisitor Vonrilyental had shook his head slowly.
“You are joking.”
He had continued to shake his head.
“I am no tech-priest,” Lena replied, “I haven’t even the first clue how to operate this thing, she said, gesturing at the baroque console in front of her, panelled in beaten brass with backlit keys on which were inscribed sacred runes.
“My dear, the average operator has no clue how to operate it either.”
Lena flexed her gauntleted hand, “And honestly, where the in His name did they find this armour? It’s absurd.”
“I think it’s actually rather well maintained,” he replied looking at the white power armour some particularly annoying inquisitorial henchmen had insisted she don before their (second) return to the planet.
“I look like the frakking queen of Sororitas.”
“You are... Anyway,” Taran said, looking up onto the hexagram inscribed teleport chamber, “It can’t hurt to loose a teleport homer.” The device sat in the centre of the hexagram, blipping happily away.
Lena sighed, “Just because I’m somehow blessed doesn’t mean that the Emperor is going to guide my hand in operating this thing.” Somewhere outside, the metallic sound of an irate techpriest growling caused her to glance toward the door.
Looking harried, the ‘living saint’ stabbed the console in a quick pattern of three button-pushes. Something inside the apparatus of the teleportarium started moving, and she raised an eyebrow, “If this gets us killed, I’m blaming it on you when we come before Him.” She pressed the buttons once more, seemingly at random, until finally, she seemed satisfied that she’d pressed enough buttons to keep the Inquisitor happy. Grasping a lever daubed in ‘holy ungents’ which managed to grease up the formerly perfect armour, she pulled it back suddenly. With a quiet ‘clap,’ the teleportation homer disappeared…
…and reappeared somewhere deep inside the blood-drenched hive…
“Right,” she said, “now that I’ve probably sent that off to Emperor knows where, should we not be busy reinforcing our people down on the planet?”
The Lord Inquisitor rapped his cane on the floor, “Yes,” he said. “I recall someone was asking about my Iron Men.”
“The surely,” she said.
“Yes, yes, Quite. I think its about time we sent them down,” he said, “all twenty.”
“The entire complement - I will give the order,” she said, “are we going with them?”
“You are,” he said, “I have other plans for myself,” he added as they walked past the furious tech-priest, who was being restrained by two of Vonrilyental’s stormtroopers…
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Impetigo was, meanwhile, rather busy haranguing the current Golden Dawn field commander, “I do not care why you have withdrawn. Kill the Imperials. Kill! Kill! Kill!” he raged. “Or do you expect me to come down there and do it myself? In two hours, they won’t matter any more, but until then, I expect you to continue to kill them. If there is any more cowardice like this, I will personally hand you over to the tzeentch cultists, and tell them to find the most demeaning thing possible to change you into, do you understand me you putrescent piece of nurgling excrement?”
He smashed the vox-receiver down on the table, and probably broke it. What’s more, he didn’t care. Demonhood, no doubt, was finally within his grasp – soon he would have no need of such crude devices.
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Once again, Commodore Novadlorian found herself riding in the armoured hull of a Valkyrie Airborne Assault Carrier as it strained through the rigours of combat re-entry. This time however, she found herself sharing it with no less than five of the hulking automata whose bulky frames took up significant space in the cramped interior. Their expressionless blue gazes held no obvious fear or anxiety, but hers did. She had no idea how they would find an appropriate landing zone, or indeed, how they would find the rest of the ground force.
“Has that jamming cleared up yet?” she demanded, looking toward the copilot from the narrow gap one had to climb to mount the seats for pilot and copilot. The Valkyrie shook under a measure of turbulence, and she could swear that some of the patched scorch marks on the hull were beginning to glow a soft cherry red.
“Not yet My Lady,” he said, “We’re probably in range to try communicating now though.”
“Put me though,” he nodded, adjusting the controls beside him.
“This is Commodore Novadlorian, to all remaining loyal units. Encrypt this message as per pre-agreed communications protocol and report your location and situation. Over.”
“Loop it,” she added, power-armour augmented strength bending the frame of the co-pilot’s chair slightly before she noticed what she was doing. Outside the armoured window, the flames of re-entry began to subside from the carrier’s snub nose, and she could see the other vehicles flying in formation, “Break up!” she barked angrily, more than a little annoyed that these wet-behind-the-ears pilots weren’t trained to do so already, and fondly remembering her last command, “and be ready for air defence. Don’t make it easy for them.”
He smashed the vox-receiver down on the table, and probably broke it. What’s more, he didn’t care. Demonhood, no doubt, was finally within his grasp – soon he would have no need of such crude devices.
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Once again, Commodore Novadlorian found herself riding in the armoured hull of a Valkyrie Airborne Assault Carrier as it strained through the rigours of combat re-entry. This time however, she found herself sharing it with no less than five of the hulking automata whose bulky frames took up significant space in the cramped interior. Their expressionless blue gazes held no obvious fear or anxiety, but hers did. She had no idea how they would find an appropriate landing zone, or indeed, how they would find the rest of the ground force.
“Has that jamming cleared up yet?” she demanded, looking toward the copilot from the narrow gap one had to climb to mount the seats for pilot and copilot. The Valkyrie shook under a measure of turbulence, and she could swear that some of the patched scorch marks on the hull were beginning to glow a soft cherry red.
“Not yet My Lady,” he said, “We’re probably in range to try communicating now though.”
“Put me though,” he nodded, adjusting the controls beside him.
“This is Commodore Novadlorian, to all remaining loyal units. Encrypt this message as per pre-agreed communications protocol and report your location and situation. Over.”
“Loop it,” she added, power-armour augmented strength bending the frame of the co-pilot’s chair slightly before she noticed what she was doing. Outside the armoured window, the flames of re-entry began to subside from the carrier’s snub nose, and she could see the other vehicles flying in formation, “Break up!” she barked angrily, more than a little annoyed that these wet-behind-the-ears pilots weren’t trained to do so already, and fondly remembering her last command, “and be ready for air defence. Don’t make it easy for them.”
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His implant vox buzzed, jarring Prius awake.
When had he fallen asleep?
"...pre-agreed communications protocol and report your location and situation. Over."
He paused, listening as the message repeated, and with a mental command reset his vox to another of the pre-registered encrypted channels.
"This is colonel-commissar Ristani," he subvocalized. "We have fallen back to the tunnels and the fortress itself."
He glanced at the situation board.
"Have perhaps a hundred and forty remaining effectives," he reeled off. He noted that Varian was logged as being in for medical treatment... at least he was still alive for the moment, unless he'd died at the medicae facility.
"We are being pressed by heavily superior numbers. Do not, repeat do not recommend extraction or reinforcement unless you have heavy fire and numerical backing."
He paused a moment longer.
"Sustained orbital bombardment and bombing could catch a great many enemy troops here and now."
Would the fortress' void shields hold up against such an assault? Unknown, but either way, it would be worth it.
When had he fallen asleep?
"...pre-agreed communications protocol and report your location and situation. Over."
He paused, listening as the message repeated, and with a mental command reset his vox to another of the pre-registered encrypted channels.
"This is colonel-commissar Ristani," he subvocalized. "We have fallen back to the tunnels and the fortress itself."
He glanced at the situation board.
"Have perhaps a hundred and forty remaining effectives," he reeled off. He noted that Varian was logged as being in for medical treatment... at least he was still alive for the moment, unless he'd died at the medicae facility.
"We are being pressed by heavily superior numbers. Do not, repeat do not recommend extraction or reinforcement unless you have heavy fire and numerical backing."
He paused a moment longer.
"Sustained orbital bombardment and bombing could catch a great many enemy troops here and now."
Would the fortress' void shields hold up against such an assault? Unknown, but either way, it would be worth it.
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Nathan groaned slowly as he shook his head.He had used up quite the bit of energy doing that little stunt.He looked around the room and noted what was happening.
He saw Prius over by a water fountain and started to get up.
He saw Prius over by a water fountain and started to get up.
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Fate Master Resin walked over to General Melikus. "My lord General, I have just received an order to advance. From Magus Impetigo."
Melikus stared at his underling for a moment. The Reaver commanded, not that demented magus. But no one in their right mind would want Impetigo as an enemy. And if the magus would bring his strength to bear . . . ."
"Your troops were taken out of rotation to rest. You've had several hours. Resume the attack. I will inform the Reaver of developments."
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"He ordered what?!" Gathor screamed at the vox. "That insolent toad! How dare he issue orders to my field commanders! I am favored by Chaos Undivided! What could possibly make him think that he can survive such insolence? Only-"
The Reaver stopped. He reached down an took his new drinking cup off the desk. It was made from Yashida's skull and filled with bubbling golden lichor. It was a gift of attonment from the Skull Takers, eager to gain favor after their poor showing against the Sororitas. He took a long draught.
Only ascension to daemonhood or the binding of a great daemon would make Impetigo so bold. And that meant a weapon the Imperial survivors could not withstand was being brought into play. He smiled.
With Tendao dead, the other warlords were gathering to fight to replace him. A victory here and a mighty daemon under his control would give him an edge. "Press the attack. Commit the Skull Takers as well," he ordered.
Then the spire shook.
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The asteroid impact obliterated Hive Primus. The vast armies encamped outside were oblitereated. The flash of impact was visible as far as the curvature of the planet would allow. If Cyrus Gamma still had trees they would have been flattened as far as the eye could see. A great rush of wind and dust pulsed outward.
The greatest concentration of enemy strength on the world had been destroyed in one fell stroop. It's uncommitted field armies were annihilated. And all of Tendao's major rivals slain.
Melikus stared at his underling for a moment. The Reaver commanded, not that demented magus. But no one in their right mind would want Impetigo as an enemy. And if the magus would bring his strength to bear . . . ."
"Your troops were taken out of rotation to rest. You've had several hours. Resume the attack. I will inform the Reaver of developments."
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"He ordered what?!" Gathor screamed at the vox. "That insolent toad! How dare he issue orders to my field commanders! I am favored by Chaos Undivided! What could possibly make him think that he can survive such insolence? Only-"
The Reaver stopped. He reached down an took his new drinking cup off the desk. It was made from Yashida's skull and filled with bubbling golden lichor. It was a gift of attonment from the Skull Takers, eager to gain favor after their poor showing against the Sororitas. He took a long draught.
Only ascension to daemonhood or the binding of a great daemon would make Impetigo so bold. And that meant a weapon the Imperial survivors could not withstand was being brought into play. He smiled.
With Tendao dead, the other warlords were gathering to fight to replace him. A victory here and a mighty daemon under his control would give him an edge. "Press the attack. Commit the Skull Takers as well," he ordered.
Then the spire shook.
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The asteroid impact obliterated Hive Primus. The vast armies encamped outside were oblitereated. The flash of impact was visible as far as the curvature of the planet would allow. If Cyrus Gamma still had trees they would have been flattened as far as the eye could see. A great rush of wind and dust pulsed outward.
The greatest concentration of enemy strength on the world had been destroyed in one fell stroop. It's uncommitted field armies were annihilated. And all of Tendao's major rivals slain.
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Nathan stirred uneasily as dark power gathered in the warp. Prius could feel it to, a blasphemous presence coming from behind the enemy lines. It was gathering it's strength, growing stronger every minute.
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"Damnation....... I was afraid of this seems the current generation has puzzled out something I had to deal with"
Nathan looked at Prius "You always wondered WHY I am hesitant to spill large amounts of blood? Simple reason really "
Nathan chuckled" Whats the easiest way to power a daemonioc summoning?"
Nathan looked at Prius "You always wondered WHY I am hesitant to spill large amounts of blood? Simple reason really "
Nathan chuckled" Whats the easiest way to power a daemonioc summoning?"
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Or they could drop the asteroid on the enemy forces. Yes, that would work as well as an orbital bombardment, to be certain.
He nodded at Nathan, looking at the screen. It was reinitializing, attempting to relocate the enemy formations.
He rose to his feet.
"I have to kill it, Nathan. Now that the strike's been made, follow-on forces will likely be coming to our relief. If you can keep the garrison here intact long enough for them to arrive, you can survive."
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"Our recon flights are getting hammered," Rynthis informed Carnis with a murmur.
"They're the only way we can get any viable damage assessments until the dust cloud clears, Ryn."
Rynthis straightened up. "There's another matter, General. About the relief force you're assembling."
Carnis shook his head. "Out of the question. I need you here."
"How did you...?" Rynthis said.
"You're entirely too predictable sometimes."
"General... please. These people have given everything that they have down there. I belong there. And really, do you have anybody else who can handle this hodgepodge mess of units that you've scraped together, and handle it like you want it handled?" Rynthis looked at the dataslate. Some stormtroopers, some penals, some PDF, basically whatever they had laying around. "We can either save them or not, but you need somebody to shatter what's left of the heretics quickly. Let me do this."
Carnis studied him for a long moment. "Very well, colonel. Task Force Retribution is yours."
He nodded at Nathan, looking at the screen. It was reinitializing, attempting to relocate the enemy formations.
He rose to his feet.
"I have to kill it, Nathan. Now that the strike's been made, follow-on forces will likely be coming to our relief. If you can keep the garrison here intact long enough for them to arrive, you can survive."
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"Our recon flights are getting hammered," Rynthis informed Carnis with a murmur.
"They're the only way we can get any viable damage assessments until the dust cloud clears, Ryn."
Rynthis straightened up. "There's another matter, General. About the relief force you're assembling."
Carnis shook his head. "Out of the question. I need you here."
"How did you...?" Rynthis said.
"You're entirely too predictable sometimes."
"General... please. These people have given everything that they have down there. I belong there. And really, do you have anybody else who can handle this hodgepodge mess of units that you've scraped together, and handle it like you want it handled?" Rynthis looked at the dataslate. Some stormtroopers, some penals, some PDF, basically whatever they had laying around. "We can either save them or not, but you need somebody to shatter what's left of the heretics quickly. Let me do this."
Carnis studied him for a long moment. "Very well, colonel. Task Force Retribution is yours."
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It is un-saintly to curse.
But curse is precisely what Lena did. In fact, she let forth with the kind of obscenity that would have impressed even the ratings of her old command. She also clutched her eyes, and said, after the initial tsunami of imprecations subsided, ‘you bastards could have told me to shut my eyes.’
Or rather, that was as close to what she said as the cockpit recorder’s transcription officer dared put down on the records.
Reaching back for her bone-white helmet, she sealed it down on her head, and tapped the shoulder of the goggled co-pilot. “Land…” she said, “as close to the origin of that last signal from Commissar Prius as you can manage.”
The Commodore stepped back into the rear compartment and hefted her plasma gun one handed, thanks to the augmented strength of the armour. “Prepare for landing,” she said, addressing the flawless faces of the Iron Men, “Possible hostiles. Our mission is to locate and rendezvous with surviving Imperial forces, and await further reinforcements. Questions?”
Of course, the men of iron did not have questions. They never questioned the directions they received openly. The Assault Carrier banked sharply, and Lena looked at the two crewers sharing the compartment with the automata, “Open the doors. Man the guns,” she said, checking the slim cylinder of her plasma sword and grabbing hold of a handhold above the left door, currently the one to which gravity pulled them all.
She and the machines took aim as soon as the door opened, ready for any surviving heretics in the LZ.
But curse is precisely what Lena did. In fact, she let forth with the kind of obscenity that would have impressed even the ratings of her old command. She also clutched her eyes, and said, after the initial tsunami of imprecations subsided, ‘you bastards could have told me to shut my eyes.’
Or rather, that was as close to what she said as the cockpit recorder’s transcription officer dared put down on the records.
Reaching back for her bone-white helmet, she sealed it down on her head, and tapped the shoulder of the goggled co-pilot. “Land…” she said, “as close to the origin of that last signal from Commissar Prius as you can manage.”
The Commodore stepped back into the rear compartment and hefted her plasma gun one handed, thanks to the augmented strength of the armour. “Prepare for landing,” she said, addressing the flawless faces of the Iron Men, “Possible hostiles. Our mission is to locate and rendezvous with surviving Imperial forces, and await further reinforcements. Questions?”
Of course, the men of iron did not have questions. They never questioned the directions they received openly. The Assault Carrier banked sharply, and Lena looked at the two crewers sharing the compartment with the automata, “Open the doors. Man the guns,” she said, checking the slim cylinder of her plasma sword and grabbing hold of a handhold above the left door, currently the one to which gravity pulled them all.
She and the machines took aim as soon as the door opened, ready for any surviving heretics in the LZ.
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Jolan Gix bolted upright in bed. Something was building in the warp, something terrible. A major incursion. He threw on his armoured body glove and weapon harness while giving orders through his vox.
"This is Inquisitor Gix. Prep some landers and get me a company fromthe 245th Bella Majoris Strikers ready for drop." Bella Majoris was one of the most heavily militarized of the Adraxian Hive Cities. Their forces were famous for their skill and discipline and during his month plus rule as interm tyrant on Adraxus he become aquiented with them.
The inquisitor wrote a quick note and folded it up and left it on his desk. He quickly checked his harness for ammo packs and his conversion field. All there. Gix put on his coat, turned off the light, and closed the door behind him. Time to go back into the combat zone.
"This is Inquisitor Gix. Prep some landers and get me a company fromthe 245th Bella Majoris Strikers ready for drop." Bella Majoris was one of the most heavily militarized of the Adraxian Hive Cities. Their forces were famous for their skill and discipline and during his month plus rule as interm tyrant on Adraxus he become aquiented with them.
The inquisitor wrote a quick note and folded it up and left it on his desk. He quickly checked his harness for ammo packs and his conversion field. All there. Gix put on his coat, turned off the light, and closed the door behind him. Time to go back into the combat zone.
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Rynthis glanced at the star on his shoulder. Carnis had hastily breveted him to general for this command. If he survived, it might even end up being permanent.
He strapped himself down, his hastily assembled staff around him. Frakking warp, he hated combat drops above everything else.
Just put me on the ground in one piece.
He strapped himself down, his hastily assembled staff around him. Frakking warp, he hated combat drops above everything else.
Just put me on the ground in one piece.
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Typhonis 1
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Nathan swore and pulled a map up on a display he had.He ignored the look of shock on Prius face as he accessed the ancient devices workings. He looked it over as informational text flowed along one side of the screen.
"Prius don`t be a hero.We go together with backup. he enemy is mos likely putting all his hopes on this and so to crush it we will need to use a nice big hammer namely ourselves....."
His fingers flew over the keyboard as he searched. "Right now we need to plan,prepare an wait, yes Prius WAIT. We must be patient because if we mess up now then all our efforts to secure this world will be for naught."
He sensed a few of the soldiers watching as he kept typing."Right now the enemy is planning on an attack here ,we have his attention here .So we keep his attention here .Then as he tries his damndest to crush us we drop troops among his reserves ."
Nathan grinned wickedly at Prius " He has been so accomodaqting exposing his neck.... it would be impolite of us not to cut it.besides if this is right we got friendlies inbound......eta 20 monutes at best .So get a crew ready to meet them"
"Prius don`t be a hero.We go together with backup. he enemy is mos likely putting all his hopes on this and so to crush it we will need to use a nice big hammer namely ourselves....."
His fingers flew over the keyboard as he searched. "Right now we need to plan,prepare an wait, yes Prius WAIT. We must be patient because if we mess up now then all our efforts to secure this world will be for naught."
He sensed a few of the soldiers watching as he kept typing."Right now the enemy is planning on an attack here ,we have his attention here .So we keep his attention here .Then as he tries his damndest to crush us we drop troops among his reserves ."
Nathan grinned wickedly at Prius " He has been so accomodaqting exposing his neck.... it would be impolite of us not to cut it.besides if this is right we got friendlies inbound......eta 20 monutes at best .So get a crew ready to meet them"
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Another ripple passed through the warp. Prius winced, then nodded.
Reinforcements, at last.
Watched the display begin to fill up with information and vox-chatter.
"They're not landing here," he said after a moment. "They'll be landing..." he gestured at the map. "Here and here, most likely, and strike the enemy from behind."
He paused.
"And then we shall see just how badly they want us dead." He smiled a small, nasty smile.
Reinforcements, at last.
Watched the display begin to fill up with information and vox-chatter.
"They're not landing here," he said after a moment. "They'll be landing..." he gestured at the map. "Here and here, most likely, and strike the enemy from behind."
He paused.
"And then we shall see just how badly they want us dead." He smiled a small, nasty smile.
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Nathan nodded "Any nearby artillery we can count on ??orbital support??.... We may need to call it down on our position..... next we need to find a more defensible area to hold up in currently ...well this will be a last stand but I plan on making those heretical bastards pay in blood for every inch they try to take... Seal the breaches with there dead for a change"
Nathan looked up at Prius "Lets see how those bastards like fighting Old school"
Nathan looked up at Prius "Lets see how those bastards like fighting Old school"
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Black Mage,
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He shook his head.
"Everything we have is in position. Any orbital strikes would bring the roof down on us."
Which was precisely what he recommended, but Carnis, Gix, and Vonyirental had other ideas, obviously.
Quietly, he continued. "The objective is not to relieve us so much as it is to destroy the remaining enemy assets. The whole premise of this war was the lightning strike to deabilitate the enemy as rapidly as possible, so that levies may be drawn to restore order to the rest of the subsector. From the sound of it, Carnis' plan has worked brilliantly... but for the complication of the new daemonic presence."
He looked at Nathan.
"And there's no point in asking you to stay behind when it comes to confronting it, is there?"
There was no trace of humor or sarcasm in the rhetorical question.
"Everything we have is in position. Any orbital strikes would bring the roof down on us."
Which was precisely what he recommended, but Carnis, Gix, and Vonyirental had other ideas, obviously.
Quietly, he continued. "The objective is not to relieve us so much as it is to destroy the remaining enemy assets. The whole premise of this war was the lightning strike to deabilitate the enemy as rapidly as possible, so that levies may be drawn to restore order to the rest of the subsector. From the sound of it, Carnis' plan has worked brilliantly... but for the complication of the new daemonic presence."
He looked at Nathan.
"And there's no point in asking you to stay behind when it comes to confronting it, is there?"
There was no trace of humor or sarcasm in the rhetorical question.
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Nathan looks at him "No I am Ordo Malleus my duty is to hunt these abominations down and destroying them ."
"I will go with you so tghat there is at least one person there to guard your back"
"I will go with you so tghat there is at least one person there to guard your back"
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Skunk Works director of the Mecha Maniacs,
Black Mage,
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Black Mage,
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Everyone who had gone with him on this day had died. For that matter, he'd had everyone he'd brought down with him die, just about.
"Be careful, Nathan. You're more valuable to the Imperium than this entire planet."
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The landers slammed down, saturating the area with fire and disgorging their cargo. Imperial troops from a patchwork quilt of sources spread out, organizing and killing everything in their path.
"Colonel, I don't care if they're penal scum. You will move to reinforce their thrust or I'll relieve you. Crimson out." Rynthis snarled into the vox. Regimental and interservice rivalries could rear their heads at the worst possible times, given the complex web of politics that encompassed the Guard and similar services. But in the middle of an assault landing was the worst possible time.
"I'll order commissar Altan to assume command if he doesn't press forward with sufficient zeal," commissar Utilir said, stepping over to Rynthis' side. Another one of Ristani's pet fanatics, the lad had adopted the style of his idol, shaving his head. Rynthis acknowledged his words with a nod. Bad enough that they had a cobbled-together force. Worse that their commissars were a meddling batch of teenaged cadets. Another headache to deal with.
"Be careful, Nathan. You're more valuable to the Imperium than this entire planet."
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The landers slammed down, saturating the area with fire and disgorging their cargo. Imperial troops from a patchwork quilt of sources spread out, organizing and killing everything in their path.
"Colonel, I don't care if they're penal scum. You will move to reinforce their thrust or I'll relieve you. Crimson out." Rynthis snarled into the vox. Regimental and interservice rivalries could rear their heads at the worst possible times, given the complex web of politics that encompassed the Guard and similar services. But in the middle of an assault landing was the worst possible time.
"I'll order commissar Altan to assume command if he doesn't press forward with sufficient zeal," commissar Utilir said, stepping over to Rynthis' side. Another one of Ristani's pet fanatics, the lad had adopted the style of his idol, shaving his head. Rynthis acknowledged his words with a nod. Bad enough that they had a cobbled-together force. Worse that their commissars were a meddling batch of teenaged cadets. Another headache to deal with.