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Kruger cursed as he fell back from his position. "This is Kruger- Our position plastered with Hallucinogenic grenades. Have 2 Meltaguns with me. Would they be sufficient to deal with the unknown threat?"

Pater snuck through the wreckage, his cloak blurring his outline and his psychic senses alerting him of anyone coming his way. Where had Xyng gone? He suddenly realised and groaned- Into the temple! How the hell was he going to get in there?

"That's all our meltas, commissar," the colonel replied, a pleading tone in his voice.

"Send the squad down now, colonel. This abomination must be stopped."

He'd wanted to laugh bitterly at Gix's words. Meltas? Plasmas? For a cannon fodder regiment? They were lucky to have enough uniforms, let alone an ample stockpile of heavy weapons. What meltas they did have had been collected for a squad from the support company, which was enroute to his position. Ristani looked over the gory remains as Michaelson leaned sideways to empty his mornings' rations on the ground.

Graviton weaponry. He was only vaguely familiar with the concept, but it was quite daunting. He clicked the vox. "Gix, melta squad enroute. We will purge this abomination once and for all."

Xerxes and his squad charged out of the apartment entrance once the artillery started raining down. In their confusion, the heavy bolters didn't open up until the Arbites were almost at their destination, a dilapidated power substation outside the temple proper. The bolter shells pinged harmlessly off the street as they entered the structure. "Casualties?" inquired Xerxes. "All squad members reporting at full capacity, Sir," said Duran with a hint of relief in his voice. "We'll hold here and provide support for our advancing forces. Dig in."

Sounds of shooting started shortly after the doors shut, but it wasn't clear to Vorus who fired first. If the temple guards started shooting right after he went in it wouldn't look very good in some people's eyes. He was tempted to rush down the hall into the armored bowels of the temple, but forced himself to hold to the pace of his servitor escorts. He glanced nervously about his company. So far all Grandpa was picking up was a wild tangle of arcane energy signatures and twisted accessways, such as is common in places like this.

"Yes, about that Imperial strike. That's what I came here to ask about. Normally our order and the Imperium try not to antagonise each other. What changed? Why are things different now and here?"

"I'd like to know the answer to that too." Xyng said from behind Vorus.

Kruger and his team arrived at Prius' position several minutes later. "2 Meltas at your service, commissar." He indicated the hulking Storm Troopers behind him.

Pater cursed freely as the temple doors shut in front of him. Now he was cut off from allied forces, surrounded by mechanically-enhanced hostiles. "Do you require assistance, Interrogator?" He whipped around and noticed the Kroot who had appearently shadowed him. They could be so protective sometimes, he didn't know why. "Yes, Shaper. We're behind enemy lines; Let's raise hell."

Prius nodded acknowledgement to Kruger. "My squad will be arriving..." he started, when Michaelson called out from his lookout position. "Here they come!"

"Immediately," Prius finished smoothly. "That will give us ten meltas, a rocket launcher, and our personal weaponry."

Prius is quite a sight. His hat was lost somewhere back in the battle, and his shaven head is coated with grime. Dark stains mark his greatcoat, and his hands are coated with flaking dried blood. But his bearing is still erect, and his eyes burn with the fanatical blaze that marks him. "I take it we're to await Inquisitor Gix's arrival before we begin?"

Anjun Chou slipped forward, a ghost of flesh and blood. A hive was his element, titanic buildings his natural enviroment. Here he was a predator, relying on stealth, nerve, charm, and cunning to triumph over others. Still, he wasn't a warrior. He gripped the inferno pistol tightly. With it, even the most heavily armoured warrior could be blasted to slag.

Something moved to the side. Her heard metal stomp on ferrocrete. He spun, with speed even an eldar would respect. Too slow, too late. The gleaming metal mechanism was upon him. His limps acquired the weight of lead, he could barely lift it. He tried to bring it to bear, but he didn't have the strength. A silvery blur filled his vision as mechanical's fist collided with his skull.

Petrosjko wrote:"I take it we're to await Inquisitor Gix's arrival before we begin?"

"Negative. Inquisitor Gix is coordinating our forces from a stronghold."
Kruger's vox gear crackled.
"Melta team, this is Gix. The Anomaly should be 50 metres to the south from your current position; I've just lost contact with one of my operatives there." Gix sounded a little nervous for his subordinate.
"Affirmative, Inquisitor. Melta Team moving out."

Pater's Kroot team was a blur along the rear lines, leaving disembowelled Servitors in their wake. Their luck could only hold out for so long, however...

A piercing scream cut through the air. Prius whirled. "There!"

He was filled with a bone-certainty that he knew where the abomination was, and set off, not even waiting to see if anyone would follow. His chainsword in hand, he scrambled down the battered street. After a moment, Michaelson and the support squad started after him.

Kruger sighed and signalled to his Storm Trooper team, unsheathing his Chainsword and Hellgun. "Follow the commissarial blur, boys."

Prius slowed down as he spotted Chou's corpse, and raised his left hand, signalling for the troops to fan out. Hopefully this daemonic weapon of the abomination would have a limited area of effect.

As they spread out, he stepped forward, chainsword raised. "In the name of the Most Holy Emperor, I command you show yourself, abomination! Meet the His justice!"

He's deliberately using himself as bait...

Kruger shook his head sadly. It was all very noble for sure, but a dead servant of the Emperor could serve the Emperor no mo-
The trooper next to him was crushed into a bloody pulp by an unseen force and Kruger was flung to the ground.

One of the melta gunners is the first to respond, lighting off a shot at perceived motion, slagging a brick wall. As he fires, others snap off shots in the same general direction, tearing up copious amounts of landscaping to no effect. Prius whirls, sword powered up as the troopers destroy lots of innocent old buildings.

Prius whirls again as he feels the presence of the abomination closing in, starting to raise his chainsword as the machine lashes out, smashing the chainsword back into his stomach. The force of the blow crushes the side of the blade, mangling the mechanism and driving the teeth into his midriff, as well as dislocating his elbow. He is hurled backwards through the air, slamming into a lamp post before crumpling to the ground in a broken heap.

Kruger leapt to his feet as Prius's body flew past. "To your left! Left!" He yelled as the Troopers aimed their Meltas at where the apparition used to be. The apparition connected with a trooper and Kruger asked forgiveness from the God-Emperor before opening fire on both of them. The trooper was a dead man walking, anyway.

'Sir', Trooper Finhigaen taps his elbow, 'The commissar has lead an inquisitor and a support team of Guard into combat with something. They're taking a beating.' They stared at each other for a moment, the mind of each racing to the same conclusion. What you can't fight at close range and with small arms you take out with ordinance.

'Get me that Inquisitor on Vox. Now.'

"This is a bad time, commander." Kruger said, only half paying attention to the infantryman as he tracked the figure, who hadn't even been dented by the Psycannon and Hellgun blasts. "Spread out" He commanded the Meltagun-equipped troopers. "Don't stay in a group."

'Inquisitor Kruger, it seems like we can't take whatever that is in equal combat. Please, for the sake of those men, pull out and less us bombard the hell out of that place. I have no idea if we can keep it there though when you pull out and I don't want to ask you to sacrifice yourself, but that thing needs stopped before it rips our forces ot shreds.'

"You're telling me. Alright, we'll pull back to coordinates 20;30;05 in 3 minutes. Try not to kill us, by the way." He slung the unconcious Prius over his shoulder, chainsword singing.

'Expect us to put the fire mission 2:45 from now. Imperius Gladius out'

Kruger jumped behind some rubble a decent distance away from the blast zone and watched the troopers pull back to a safe distance. "We're clear, Commander. You may start the fireworks any time."

'Imperius Gladius to Fusilade Bolter Null-wun-Four, Fire mission to coordinates <xxxx>. Air burst 2 meters, full salvo.'

The shriek of shells field the air, the area that was just recently a slaughterhouse blossoming into a huge blume of fire and debris.

Nathan ducked down and looked at Captain Novadlorian." Reminds me of old times course......Well My good captain that was a long time ago by your standards"

"Right" He touched a comlink on his collar " This is Inquisitor Talstrem I require a squad of either Arbites or Guard.Equip them for close combat . Send them to my position and have them bring me an auto shotgun with some spare ammo"

"I'm sorry Inquisitor, but *Zrk* -an't spare the forces.... We're engag-*Krch* -All fronts.

"Would you settle for some Kroot, Inquisitor?" Pater Novum appeared from behind a column with 6 Kroot and 2 Kroothound in tow.

"Certainly We will need some cklose combat experts for the fighting to come.How effective are Kroot by the way? I hve vyet to learn about this group of Xeenos....."


"Ahhh the good old days when all you really had to del with were Slann,Eldar, and Orks"