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Post by Rallus Zenodius on Apr 4, 2009 12:22:23 GMT
GMThe Thunderhawk sped across the varied landscape of Lirdian, crossing the islands of industry and rockcrete that made up the backbone of the world’s economy. Just then there was a buzzing and Brother Gradius turned his attention to the commlink in the cockpit. The transmission was being broadcast on one of the many radio frequencies active in the metropolis. Many were occupied by churches, cults and all sorts of groups preaching anything from advice to damnation. Brother Gradius immediately opened the transmission to the command staff aboard the Deliverance and those command staff present on the thunderhawk, namely Captain Antonius, Chaplain Perphius and Force Commander Zenodius. The voice of a young guard lieutenant blasted across the radio, interrupted and muffled by the sounds of combat. ”This is Convoy Lead, Echo Company on route 425........ AH FRAG!....Ambush!........requesting any aid.......any Imperial Forces........if we don’t get help........dead........Repeat.......requesting help on route 425. Co-ords 765 by 232, by the Kranus Administration building.........anybody......please.” The voice of Captain Antonius buzzed in Brother Gradius’ ear. “Take us there brother. Get us as close as possible. We will drop off Strike Force Alpha and they can rendezvous with us at Checkpoint Gamma to the North East.” ”Acknowledged Brother Captain, I’ll get you as close as I can. ETA 3 minutes” With that he turned to the servitor in the cockpit and spoke quickly. ” Set a new route, land us in the square 500 meteres south of those coordinates.” The Thunderhawk banked hard to the left and continued to its new destination. ****************************************************************************************** Captain Antonius opened the comm.-net with the company and spoke quickly. “Brothers of the 4th Company, servants of the Emperor require our aid. Strike Force Alpha will disembark 10 klicks south west of checkpoint Gamma , near route 425, ETA 2 minutes. There you will assist a guard convoy that has been ambushed by rebel forces of an unknown strength. Eliminate the rebels and get the convoy rolling again. Then proceed to checkpoint Gamma where you will link up with Myself and Chaplain Perphius and the Vandian strike force. AO imagery is incoming. Emperor protect you all.” Antonius clicked off the Commnet. The belly of the Thunderhawk was filled with the scramble of marines and their gear as the marines prepared their weapons and checked in over the squad net. ”Brother Pulo, Ready.”” Brother Cicero, Set.” ....... The voice of Rallus cut across the comm. traffic and into the ears of every marine aboard. “Tactical Squad secure the LZ. Scout squad on point, tight spacing and check those corners. Sergeant Quintus get your scouts up top and put some fire on building 2 and the Administration building. Once scouts are in place Fireteam Charlie to split into two and clear the buildings on the south side of the road and then provide suppressive fire on the buildings to the North.
Once the administration building is clear scout squad to move to the roof of the administration building and provide covering fire.
Once we hit the ground Fireteam Delta and Apothecary Silvanus to come with me East and flank the hostiles on the North Side of the road using the ruins entrance point south of Building 4.
Let none survive. There can be no mercy for the traitor and heretic.”As he spoke the marines followed his orders on the tactical map now present on their HUDs. The sound of Brother Gradius came over the speakers. ”ETA 30 seconds. Get Ready.” With that the back ramp started to open and the wind rushed into the crew bay as they neared the LZ. ************************************************************************** OOC: See below for the Tactical MapA B and C are our entrance points to the battlezone. LZ is slightly south of this Map. W= water tower. A= administration building. The numbers on buildings are for specific reference in GM posts. Building heights are as follows. The heat signatures shown do not specify what storey hostiles are on. So be wary when clearing the buildings. Building 1: 3 storyes Building 2: 3 storyes(hostiles on the roof) Building 3: 2 storyes Building 4: 2 storyes Building 5: 4 storyes. Admin building is 3 storeys high and the water tower is roughly that height as well. Olive green squares represent Friendly supply trucks. Dark green square represents the command vehicle (Chimera, still operational). The first vehicle has been immobilized and the crew killed by an IED (it is a chimera transport as is the command vehicle). Red dots are hostile heat signatures. Blue dots are friendly guardsmen. Hostiles are humanoids armed with a variety of low grade weaponry (lasguns, autoguns, a few heavy stubbers, no missile launchers. Some may have frag grenades.)
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Post by Julius Quintus on Apr 4, 2009 16:36:28 GMT
Julius unlocked his bolter from its restraint and slotted a full magazine into the weapons receiver before racking the weapon bolt to chamber the first round.
"OK lads" he said into the squad level comms "You heard the commander. We're going in hot and hard. When we hit the ground we head for building one and clear it floor by floor. The thermal scan only shows one hostile but don't count on that being the case. Orbital scans are rarely precise. Once we're inside the building watch your spacing and stay out of each others fire zones. We'll clear from the ground floor up and emplace on floor 3. from there we'll provide supporting fire for Sgt Agrippas men as they storm the administratum offices. Clear?"
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Post by Manius Agrippa on Apr 4, 2009 16:49:26 GMT
Tactical Sgt Manius Agrippa listened to the curt change of orders without alarm - such things were to be expected in Battle and trained for constantly.
"SEMPER FI, FORCE COMMANDER. DEATH TO THE HERETICS"
With less than 30 seconds before deployment Manius quickly activated his Datapad and began issuing orders that would immediately be relayed to his squad members and a tactical overlay sent to the force commander. He activated the tactical band to his squad.
"FIRETEAM DELTA - ONCE THE LZ IS SECURED AND THE FIREBLADE HAS DUSTED OFF FOLLOW FORCE COMMANDER RALLUS, FIRE TEAM CHARLIE - ON ME - WE WILL FOLLOW THE SCOUTS IN"
Using a stylus he quickly amended the map with a few tactical markings
"BROTHERS ACHILLES, CAMILLUS, MULETO - ONCE THE SCOUT TEAM HAVE TAKEN UP FIRE POSITIONS - YOU ARE TO ENTER AT POINT C AND CLEAR BUILDING 2. DATA SUGGESTS 3 LIFE SIGNS"
A few more stokes of data on the map as he felt the gunship vibrate as it slowed for its landing
"BROTHER CATERN AND I WILL ENTER AT POINT A AND CLEAR BUILDING 3. DATA SUGGESTS 3 LIFE SIGN"
10 seconds left
"THEN WE STORM AND PURGE THE ADMIN BUILDING FROM THE EAST AND WEST"
He stood up moving towards the rear hatch letting the orders sink in for several seconds, the craft vibrating violently as its plasma turbines went into reverse thrust.
He motioned with his hands for the Marines to stand up - ready to disembark.
"DUTY AND HONOR BROTHERS.....STANDBY....STANDBY"
And then a shuddering vibration as the Thunderhawk landed
"....GO, GO, GO" He was first out - down the ramp - buffeted by the VTOL jets as he made a fifty meter power armored sprint towards the '8 o'clock' position
"FOUR ALPHA COMMAND THIS FOUR ONE - FORMING PERIMETER - STANDBY!"
OOC: Edited to add in Brother Jacen Catern in place of Brother Septinius - Welcome to 1st Squad Brother
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Magnus Calpurnius
Veteran
Scout Novice
To admit defeat is to blaspheme against the Emperor.
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Post by Magnus Calpurnius on Apr 4, 2009 17:02:16 GMT
"OK lads, You heard the commander. We're going in hot and hard. When we hit the ground we head for building one and clear it floor by floor. The thermal scan only shows one hostile but don't count on that being the case. Orbital scans are rarely precise. Once we're inside the building watch your spacing and stay out of each others fire zones. We'll clear from the ground floor up and emplace on floor 3. from there we'll provide supporting fire for Sgt Agrippas men as they storm the administratum offices. Clear?"
"Aye sir." Magnus said, just loud enough for the sergeant to hear. His blood was up, finally he'd be back in action,t he training servitors were good for working off some stress, but there was nothing quite like fighting for the glory of Him on Earth.
The map had already been downloaded to his data-pad. One hostile? Well, even if the scans were wrong, it was unlikely that they'd be able to get enough men in to the building to withstand a marine assault, even if they weren't full battle-brothers.
He figured they'd probably have to put some fire on the roof of 'building 2', three men weren't exactly a threat, but they could be an annoyance if left unchecked. Of course if none of the hostiles were on the roof they'd have no reason to worry.
Magnus knew full well that as the heavy weapons man, it would be up to him to keep the snipers alive while they took their shots. Fortunately the sergeant would likely be able to aid in this with his bolter, but still the heavy bolter should likely do most of the work, even if the snipers did get the best kills.
He had no problem with this of course, he was a marine, and while there was honour in getting the kills, there was much honour in being entrusted with the teams heavy weapon too. And Magnus was glad to have that honour, he just need to make sure he didn't let his sergeant down.
Just as the thunderhawk was about to touch down, he grabbed the first of his three box magazines, threw it in the heavy bolter, and got ready for his first combat action in too long.
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Jacen Cartern
Brother
Battle Brother
Pathetic Fools! There's no escape!
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Post by Jacen Cartern on Apr 4, 2009 20:28:30 GMT
As the Thunderhawk descended, Jacen sat alone and checked his weapons one last time. Jacen sighed as he fought of the enemy he would be fighting against rebel guardsmen, most likely they were Chaos aligned. Jacen's hands tightened against the barrel of his gun. He would kill them all or die trying.
Sargeant Manius was giving the squad of sitrep and Jacen listened on with the others. There was nothing special, then he heard something that caught his attention. "BROTHER CATERN AND I WILL ENTER AT POINT A AND CLEAR BUILDING 3. DATA SUGGESTS 3 LIFE SIGN"
The sargeant was taking him? The wild card? Hmm...there was probably some sort of catch. Jacen shook his head. No time of that now. He loaded and cocked his weapons.
Then the transport landed, the door dropped, and Marius cried "Go, Go, Go!"
Jacen jumped up and exited the transport second. As Marius went into the 8 'o clock position Jacen went to the 6. He pulled out his sniper rifle, as las bolts and auto round pinged impacted on the ground and transport behind him, and aimed for the nearest rebel.
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Post by Roland Muleto on Apr 4, 2009 22:30:23 GMT
Roland jumped just behind Jacen. Jacen... the "last" marine of the Charlie fire team, the last one to gain his rank of battle brother. They had lots of common points : they were both short yet muscular, they were the most recent addition to the first tactical, with only one year between them... The only difference was a good century of service for the emperor, quite a long time for Jacen to be elevated to the rank of battle-brother. Roland had often wondered what took him such a long time, for he had never known him well during their time in the scout company, mostly because they were respectively serving in the fourth and fifth company, on different war zones. He didn't even fought with him in the plains of Anthrand, when he joined the company... Thinking of Armageddon, was Jacen even there at that time ? He had heard that he fought in the Thirteenth Black Crusade... With the length of the travel he wasn't even sure if it was possible to serve on both fronts...
Enough with that... He was on the planet know, with enemies of the God-Emperor mere meters away, it was no time for idle thoughts, it was time to bring His wrath to the heretics. He paused briefly to consider the situation. Achilles was their special weapon holder for the drop and Camillus was still convalescent from his brain wound... Sergeant Agrippa didn't say anything about leadership and Roland was probably the best choice to lead the trio and he instantly assumed the role, taking the lead in the run to entry point C and voxing laconics orders for deployment.
Their target was the building number two. Three life-signs, probably no more than ten of these rebel scums, not even a warm-up, except for an eventual support weapon or an elite fighter, but they would establish a cross-fire on the administration building and allow the guardsmen to take cover from the fire of the north side of the road and make a proper riposte.
Guardsmen... they were doing their best here, but their best wasn't nearly enough? They had fallen into an ambush, an error an Omega Marine wouldn't have made, and know they were pleading for help, pitifully unable to break the encircling. On Bascogne, mere footmen would have charged on one side of the road instead of staying in the middle, unable to take cover against both north and south enemies. And they were the Imperial Guard, veterans soldiers barely resting between to wars... It comforted him in his superiority as a Space Marine.
He could clearly hear the hissing of the lasguns and the crackle of automatic rifles now. Just behind the next corner was the last truck of the convoy, and next to it the building number two. The heretics seemed concerned only about the remaining guardsmen and Roland saw no signs of a rear guard prepared to receive them... with a little luck they would surprise them and storm the position before they even realize that they were dead men.
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Numerius Silvanus
Scout
Apothecary
The Fallen shall forever be remembered as the Emperor's finest
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Post by Numerius Silvanus on Apr 5, 2009 2:57:50 GMT
The Thunderhawk had landed, and orders were being given. Apothecary Silvanus would have to assist Delta squad's and Commander Rallus's flank attack, after the Administration building was taken. In the meanwhile he took his first moments to take in the situation.
The blinding sun dilated Silvanus's eyes, even through his helmet. The strong rays illuminating everything on an already sunny battlefield. Eventually clouds would roll over, causing the area to significantly dampen with darkness. This flow of light seemed to occur every few minutes.
What hit Silvanus next was the smell. The air was dusty and choking, invading his own nostrils with a distinct smell of burnt flesh, and Destruction.
Using his ears he could ear voices and gunfire from some distance away, the distinct crack of a lasgun was always an easy sign of Imperial Guardsmen presence. But were they traitor or loyalist? Either way it didn't matter...
Silvanus's took his time to re look over his equipment to make sure safeties were off and that everything checked out. Afterwards he decided that he would make his way closer to Commander Rallus Zenodius, in order to better take in his orders and to be close to him once the assault began.
With Faith and Fire Silvanus began to move. Each step creating a heavy indent upon the war hardened ground.
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Post by Marcus Camillus on Apr 5, 2009 16:42:53 GMT
As the Thunderhawk touched down Marcus checked his ammo feed one last time and attached his Tactical Scope. As the doors opened Sergeant Agrippa relayed the orders and sprinted out the door, soon followed by Jason, Roland and the Apothecary. Marcus was, truth be told, nervous; with his head wound not fully healed he was unsure of how well he would be able to perform in the field. He had little choice though and it seemed he must simply put his fate in the hands of the Emperor. Marcus deftly leapt out of the ship, sprinting across the open ground to get into position.
Marcus followed Roland towards their entrance point, trusting his brother to choose his position well. Marcus could see their target now, a large building, several stories high. Marcus could see hostiles on the roof, firing down on the convoy below. They were, of course, poorly trained, not considering that their vantage point could leave them open to enemy snipers - or perhaps they were simply overconfident. Whatever the reason they were easy prey and Marcus grinned at their impending doom; however his smile quickly dissapeared as he realised that they would spot him if he didn't get into cover. Seeing a low wall Marcus quickly dived behind it.
He could see Roland moving forward towards the building, unable to do any damage from this range. Marcus' scope, however allowed him a much greater range so he could happily fight from here. He breifly considered his options - he could wait for the others to attack and give them support; he could go with Roland and attack them at closer range or he could attempt a shot. The choice was clear, from this distance it was unlikely that the enemy could even hit him, never mind cause any damage and it would cause confusion, distracting the hostiles so that Roland and Demoades could take them out.
His decision made Marcus leant out of cover, aiming down his scope he could see a hostile firing upon the convoy, completely unaware of their presence and therefore not bothering to guard his flank. It was an easy shot, even with Marcus' head injury. Holding his breath Marcus lined up his sights and squeezed the trigger, sending a single shot flying at his target..
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Post by Julius Quintus on Apr 5, 2009 17:27:31 GMT
OOC: psst Camillus dude. I think you mean Sgt Agrippa. Calpurnius is one of the scouts.
IC: As the tactical squad fanned out from the thunderhawk towards their assigned objectives, Julius led the scouts down the deployment ramp into the firezone. Behind them the gunship dusted off and opened its throttle, hauling itself back into the sky away from the threat of ground fire.
Julius reached the foot of building 2 and stopped with his back to the wall just to the right of a small doorway. the door was a flimsy fibreboard affair that he could have crashed through without slowing down had he so desired but this was clearly a prepared ambush so IEDs and other nasty surprises were a real possiblilty.
Julius pulled an Auspex scanner from his belt and ran it across the door. First at head height and then back at chest and finally ankle height looking for energy signitures that might suggest a motion sensor or booby trap detonator. If the door was wired it could easily be with a manual trigger like a trip wire but that could be dealt with as they opened the door itself. An IR or magnetic rig would detect the door being tampered with and detonate right in the face of the first man through the door.
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Post by Lucas Raziel on Apr 5, 2009 19:07:43 GMT
(Sorry i haven't replied in a way, death in the family ) Lucas ran behind Magnus, his sniper rifle unslung and in his hands. Lucas prayed Magnus was pinpiont accurate, Lucas knew it was up to him to make sure he could get his shot off. Still Lucas had never doubted him before, and he wouldn't start now Lucas was confused though. Building one guarded by one man? something was wrong with that. "The Emperor Protects!" shouted Lucas. Lucas ran up to Magnus, and said "Good Luck Magnus, may the Emperor watch over you." following Sergeant Julius, Lucas prepared himself.
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Andrus Taranius
Brother
Scout Novice
"Minatur innocentibus qui parcit nocentibus"- He threatens the innocent who spares the guilty!
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Post by Andrus Taranius on Apr 5, 2009 19:44:11 GMT
(Sorry that i've been so slow, i've been acting as tactical advisor for a friend in the finnish GT/40k, happy to say he ame in 3rd thx to some sound tactics. ) Andrus was on point, looking for possible targets, whilst his sergeant was scanning the entrance. The air was acrid from smoke and the constant noise of some type of machinery in the distance. He looked back at his sergeant, the veteran indicated that there was only one enemy inside. Andrus had a bad feeling about this, one man could do anything, too many variables existed and Andrus had no way of knowing what was inside. Andrus was watching the other buildings, something was definetly wrong, any rebel would have prepared a better killzone, especially against astartes. The windows of the buildings were empty, no one in direct sight, Andrus shouldered his rifle and closed his eyes. His senses reached out, trying to detect any sounds or vibrations coming from the building but he got nothing. No sign that anything was out of order. His eyes opened again and he creeped closer and told his sergeant that there were no enemies to be seen in the windows. No clear line of sight available. Andrus whispered this, he never trusted the vox when he didn't have to, somehow something often found a way to disrupt it.
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Post by Manius Agrippa on Apr 6, 2009 0:57:10 GMT
Splitting up, as the scouts went towards the center and the rest of Charlie fireteam went to the east Sgt Agrippa and Brother Catern raced through the broken alleys and past the smashed outhabs.
Perhaps there would have been a time when he would have wondered what had happened to the people. The ones who had only been interested in living their lives as they had a right to under the Pax Imperium. He might have looked at the burned children's toy, a stuffed animal perhaps of native origin, and wondered what had become of its owner.
But he did not. The only thought that crossed his mind was that it might be a booby-trap and simply passed it by.
It was not that he was callous, or deliberately indifferent. But 2 centuries of service as an Astartes had hardened him to the horrors of warfare. He had seen much much worse than this even during his time as a Scout. He had seen such terrible things in those two hundred years.
Yet he knew that even a Marine such as himself could not be everywhere. All he could do was avenge those who had been murdered by those traitors and heretics who had turned there backs on the Imperium and do his part in winning this campaign as quickly as possible.
Ahead of them they could hear the constant muted whip-krak of Las rounds that sounded like dozens of sticks being banged together and the rattle of a belt fed heavy Stubber somewhere in the Admin building. Occasionally a larger weapon - possibly a grenade launcher firing Frag rounds could be heard. The Dull thump of pressure each time a grenade exploded somewhere ahead.
Keeping low and scanning each window and door way as he passed he led Brother Catern towards the south side of Building 3 next to a Water tower which he gave a quick check though his scope for any sign of marksmen before continuing.
Both Marines 'Stacked up' out of site of the 2 contacts in Building 3 and Sgt Agrippa quickly checked his Proximity Detection System and it showed no more than 2 humanoids in the building on the 2nd storey each at a north facing window and one at ground level slightly to the north.
A Quick glance showed Manius the stairs heading up to the 1st Floor and from what he could see of the shattered interior, no enemies on the first floor.
He turned to Brother Catern.
There had been 'talk' about the the younger Marine. That some who had known him during his time in the scout company said he was tainted. Other said that he was not a good Battle Brother, did not work well within a team.
This angered Manius - for such things 'implied' that somehow despite all the training, the mental fortitude necessary to survive let alone complete Scout Training and be selected as a Battle Brother and despite all the years of courage and duty that Brother Catern had given since, he was still somehow lacking.
During the 6 months that the Squad had been training together Sgt Agrippa had seen nothing to suggest that the Marine was incapable of performing his duties to the standards expected. Yes he was quite but that coupled with the 'lads' studious and religious attitude was something to be praised rather than see as a weakness of character.
No. Catern along with the rest of 1st Squad were his charges now.
He activated a direct short wave link to Brother Catern. The enemy were unlikely to have any signals intercept equipment but why risk the chance.
"BROTHER, ONCE THE SCOUTS HAVE CLEARED BUILDING 2 WE WILL STORM THIS ONE. YOU FOLLOW ME UP AND GO LEFT AND TAKE OUT THE TARGET IN THE NORTH WEST. I WILL CLEAR THE ROOM TO THE NORTH EAST"
With that he suddenly heard a single report of a Bolt round being fired somewhere to the east* and stopped halfway though checking his weapon. Had they been spotted? Was surprise lost? Had the rest of fireteam Charlie began their assault early?
There was no time to find out
"GO!GO!GO!GO!"
He Roared and leaping through the ruined back of building 3 Sgt Agrippa stormed up the staircase.
OOC: OK so I am going up and storming the right hand side of the building intending to kill the traitor there - Brother Catern you will follow me up and kill the traitor scum to the left - up to you how you do it!
*This would be Brother Camillus opening fire.
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Post by Deliverance on Apr 6, 2009 20:27:44 GMT
GM
Sergeant Julius Quintus, in his many years as a marine he had seen his fair share of booby traps but this time there was no trap, no frag grenade placed in an empty aluminium food tin connected to a crude trip wire, no pressure-detonated improvised claymore awaiting the unlucky entrants. This had been a quick ambush; there was little time for such things as a rear defense. These were the only loyalist within a few kilometres radius, they would be dead and their trucks looted before reinforcements arrived; or so the rebels thought.
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The surprise attack was ruined; Battle Brother Marcus Camillus had opened fire on building one before the scouts had cleared the first building. Sure enough the bolter round impacted with the target , ripping through the left shoulder and continuing up into the head before plastering the roof of building 2 with grey matter. Another thermal signature disappeared from the orbital scanner readout.
The rebel on the top of building 1 turned his attention from the pinned guardsmen around the penultimate and rear trucks and turned his sights on the huge figures that now swarmed towards building 2 opposite him. The others on top of building two had noticed the abrupt entrance of the imperial reinforcements, one of them was already a stray dog’s dinner. The ganger turned his heavy stubber onto the ground floor doorway of building 2 where a group of large humans in carapace armour stacked up at the door.
If the ganger had known that the Adeptus Astartes had arrived he probably would have ran in fear or crumbled in terror, in this case ignorance was bliss and he mistook them for Adeptus Arbites in the quickly deteriorating visibility that accompanied the onset of evening. With a shout and a squeeze the ganger let rip with his heavy stubber. The coughing of the weapon and the smoke form the many barrel holes filled the air as the heavy rounds impacted the area around the doorway. His accuracy was off but with the sheer amount of fire coming down anybody not quick enough to get into cover would be made into mincemeat. (OOC: React people, move too slow or make the wrong move and you could take a hit)
The rebels in building 2 turned their attention to return fire on the bolter position. One opened up with his autogun and the other turned his lasgun on the corner of infiltration point C. Lasbolts and rounds impacted the buildings by infiltration point C as blind panic ensured. The two rebels, one a militiaman and the other a PDF deserter has seen the power armoured foe that swept through the dust and growing shadows. There had been rumours of the ruinous powers, perhaps these enemies were the traitor legions here to take their lives and souls and offer them up to their forsaken gods, or perhaps they were the angels of the Emperor, come to save his servants and reap a terrible vengeance. The shots were inaccurate but the volume of fire was substantial. Then suddenly there was a heated exchanged and both disappeared from the rooftop.
The two rebels were running for their lives, bounding down the stairs, if only they could make it to their comrades on North side of the road and warn them they could escape with their lives. *************************************************************************************** (OOC: I’m assuming Manius you made an attack here. Forgive me if I am wrong. But if you are please remember to write in the attack)
Sergeant Manius Agrippa bounded up the stairs and crashed through the open doorway onto the second floor, his huge frame taking chunks of rockcrete with him as he burst onto the second storey. He was greeted with a shocked rebel who opened up on him from the hip. The autogun coughed twice before the dead man’s click heralded an empty magazine.
The first round went massively wide taking a small chunk out of the wall. The second glanced the sergeant’s left shoulder guard leaving a minor scratch but doing negligible damage. The rebel struggled to pull his pistol and turn it on the marine. Sergeant Manius Agrippa had killed many men in his time and this one would prove no different, the marine’s reflexs were far too fast and his aim second nature. His bolter swung up and the rebel disappeared in a red mist a three-round burst shredded his torso and head.
The other rebel has already begun to turn with the first shots being fired, his lasgun moved with him as he brought it to bear on Manius. Just then Brother Catern burst through the wall to his right and the traitor was stuck between the two of them.
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Post by Rallus Zenodius on Apr 6, 2009 20:35:39 GMT
GMMeanwhile the Command squad, including Commander Zenodius and apothecary Silvanus ran down the alley to the east of building 2 northwards towards the ruins of the industrial hab-block south of building 4. The members of delta fireteam followed behind, their feet cracking the pavement with every impact. The voice of commander Zenodius materialized on the comm-net and cut through the background noise. “Brother Crosisus, take Pulo and suppress those buildings to the North.” The commander mentally cursed, the surprise had been ruined by someone opening up with their bolter before the scouts had even entered the first building. Not only that but now some degenerate traitor was now turning a heavy stubber on anyone moving north from Infil point C. It was at times like this that Rallus found it hard to keep calm. However, anger would only serve to make things worse and they would complete their mission regardless of any hiccups along the way. Such was the space marine way. “Sergeant Quintus clear that building now and get some fire down on that administration building and take out that stubber.”He could feel it now; the adrenaline had started to course through his body, the anticipation of the kill. Many did not know the feelings of Rallus Zenodius, because he made a conscious effort to mask them. For such was the necessity of leadership, to burden those under your command with your emotions was selfish and did not serve any purpose. Leave the religious zeal and retribution to the Chaplains. Yes he felt it now, the primal urge to kill, to kill the traitor, the heretic and the mutant. It had been ingrained within in, no, it was part of him. That is why he chose the sword and pistol. There was no better feeling than to grant the Emperor’s judgement on the alien, the heretic and the mutant up close. To take on the enemy up close was a warrior’s way. In hindsight it was a drawback to his ganger days, when close combat was valued over marksmanship in the crude depths of the underhive. Rallus gave a mental shrug and banished the thoughts from his mind. Gone were the days when he could let himself become consumed in the battle. No, now he had the responsibility of leadership, now he was ’the icekiller as many a scout had known him. His thoughts were jolted as the Heavy Bolter roared into life. Brother Crosius fired from standing, the sound was deafening and the heavy rounds ripped apart the rockcrete and plasteel of the ruined industrial hab block. Shattered glass and shards of rockcrete sprayed the rebel taking cover on the North side of the road. Then there came a gurgled scream and the shouts of agony, the rebel in the hab block had been seriously wounded. Rallus prepared himself to sprint across the road into the hab block. Just then a rebel burst out of the north ground floor door and sprinted towards the ruined Hab blocks across the road to the North. (OOC: Silvanus, an autokill for you there. Do your worst )
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Magnus Calpurnius
Veteran
Scout Novice
To admit defeat is to blaspheme against the Emperor.
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Post by Magnus Calpurnius on Apr 6, 2009 20:38:15 GMT
"Good Luck Magnus, may the Emperor watch over you." Raziel said, as he caught up with the group.
"You too brother, this day will be ours." Magnus replied.
------------------------------------------------ They were under fire already. How had this even happened?
There wasn't any time to dwell on that though, he needed to get in to some kind of cover, and quick. There was a low wall nearby...it'd have to do. He was behind it in less than a second, his enhanced physiology allowing him to perform superhuman feats of speed.
He didn't check to see if his squad mates had made it in to cover, there was just no time to look. Scanning the rooftops, his enhanced vision soon picked out the firer. Wasting no time, Magnus brought his heavy bolter to bear, and opened fire. He was aiming of course, but it was cover fire mostly, he just needed to cover their entrance in to the building.
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