Post by Deliverance on Apr 10, 2009 13:19:27 GMT
GM
(ooc: In future please do not autokill or create your own enemies. I’ll roll it with it this time but please let me do the GMing lads.
Following the clearing of the Admin building separate threads will be made for Fireteam Charlie, Fireteam Delta and Command and the scout squad.)
The two traitors went down in a hail of bolter rounds as Brother Catern and Sergeant Agrippa opened up on the two traitors. Brother Catern had been lucky, not only had the rebel been too shocked to get an accurate shot off, but the shells had been buckshot, nearly useless against heavy armour like the power armour worn by the Adeptus Astartes. However, if he looked down he would see that his right leg piece was embedded with around a dozen small pellets. The shot would have been fatal to a normal man, shredding the leg and most probably opening the femoral artery. However, the Emperor’s finest were no mere mortal men.
Brother Muleto, Achilles and finally Camillus raced into the building with their weapons raised only to find it littered with corpses of loyalist and rebel alike. Only Sergeant Manius Agrippa and Brother Catern remained. However, there was a much more pressing problem. Rebels were still on the second and third floors as well as the roof. It was cleared that the thermal scans had not been as accurate as some would have hoped and now it was uncertain how many traitors and heretics remained. Suddenly there was the sound of a muffled explosion and the shouts of pain and surprise as loyalist guardsmen succumbed to an unknown explosive. There was a real hurry now to clear the admin building and try and save as many of the Emperor’s servants as they could.
Just then there were shouts from up the elaborate stone main stairway. The sound of booted feet and hinges echoed down the cold stone walls to the marines now gathered in the lobby. The lobby was a scene of carnage with corpses littering the marble floor. Evidently there had been a short and sweet firefight as the few PDF troopers had been overrun and the administration civilians butchered where they stood. A quick scan revealed that a few of the traitors and heretics had gone down in the initial assault. Now the Emperor demanded vengeance for his servants deaths, and the angels of death would climb the century old staircase and bring swift judgement to those who would shadow his people from his light.
The stairwell showed the typical for such a large piece. It went up before splitting into two and heading to each wing of the building. Charlie fireteam would have to split into two Fireteams to clear each of the buildings wings quickly.
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The grenade from Brother Apothecary Silvanus came to an abrupt halt as it hit a piece of fallen masonary. The masonry formed an ad-hoc barrier as the mutant flung himself over the ruined wall of the Hab Block.
Rallus Zenodius was mildly disappointed. Delta Fireteam had been slow in following himself and the apothecary. Finally the heavy bolter of Shallaut opened up on the buildings along the North side of the road. The heavy calibre shells punched holes in the light metal and rockcrete of the buildings, sending a cloud of rockdust and dirt into the air.
As the grenade went off Force Commander stepped calmly through the doorway and into the now empty ruined Hab block, closely followed by Apothecary Silvanus. The scuffle of boots on dirt was the first clue as to the fate of the mutant, the faintest sound; to Rallus it rung as clear as a bell. The silhouette of the Mutant speared, his shotgun aimed at the two marines. An arm swung up and a Bolt pistol barked, the mutant silhouette was flung backward into the narrow alley between the hab block and the next building. Rallus Zenodius did not even smile; there was no emotion on his face as he lowered his smoking Bolt Pistol. Another heretic dead, there were always more. The comm.-net crackled and Delta Fireteam were aware of their orders.
“Delta Fireteam, move up and clear the buildings.” The order was a hurry up and there was no need to say now. The Commander was an emotionless man and his tone suggested as much. Indeed many believed him some sort of advanced servitor or android. Few in the company at present had seen him in direct action but those who had knew of his ruthless and cold efficiency.
Just then another heavy stubber opened up on the ruined Hab block. It was soon joined by a mixture of las and automatic fire. Rallus crouched and took cover as the bullets kicked up dust and sprinkled the walls. One more the voice of Commander Zenodius could be heard, this time on the frequency for Charlie Fireteam.
“Sergeant Agrippa, clear the admin building asap.” Again there was no need for urgency in his voice. It was presumed that his orders meant prompt.
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The scouts had done their job admirably. Andrus Taranius had been lucky; his scout brother had saved him. In hindsight Julius Quintus would tell him that it was a fatal error, to knife the grenadier was a novice mistake. Better surely to take him out from range and then evacuate the position. To put yourself in such danger was not as heroic as one might think.
Chaplain Perphius would say that ”to waste the life of a servant of the emerpor, especially one of his finest, is a sin.”. However, such was to be expected from novices, this is how things were learnt. It was simply fortunate for the young marine that his fatal error had not proved ultimately so.
There was a click and the voice of Commander Zenodius came onto the scout frequency.
“Sergeant Quintus, move your scouts up, clear building 2 and start suppressing the buildings on the North Side of the Road.”
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If the marines could see the main street of route 425 out front of the admin building they would see guardsmen pinned behind trucks and the command chimera. Slowly one by one they were succumbing to the fire from the ambush. Those who had tried to run for the buildings on either side had soon found themselves targets and ruthlessly gunned down.
The only thing that had bought them time was the lack of high calibre weapons among the hostiles and the absence of any anti-armour weapons. The multilaser on the top of the command Chimera was putting fire in a 360O arc, attempting to suppress the ambushers until reinforcements arrived. The scorch marks on the buildings was evidence of the intense fighting that was occurring on this once peaceful street.
(ooc: In future please do not autokill or create your own enemies. I’ll roll it with it this time but please let me do the GMing lads.
Following the clearing of the Admin building separate threads will be made for Fireteam Charlie, Fireteam Delta and Command and the scout squad.)
The two traitors went down in a hail of bolter rounds as Brother Catern and Sergeant Agrippa opened up on the two traitors. Brother Catern had been lucky, not only had the rebel been too shocked to get an accurate shot off, but the shells had been buckshot, nearly useless against heavy armour like the power armour worn by the Adeptus Astartes. However, if he looked down he would see that his right leg piece was embedded with around a dozen small pellets. The shot would have been fatal to a normal man, shredding the leg and most probably opening the femoral artery. However, the Emperor’s finest were no mere mortal men.
Brother Muleto, Achilles and finally Camillus raced into the building with their weapons raised only to find it littered with corpses of loyalist and rebel alike. Only Sergeant Manius Agrippa and Brother Catern remained. However, there was a much more pressing problem. Rebels were still on the second and third floors as well as the roof. It was cleared that the thermal scans had not been as accurate as some would have hoped and now it was uncertain how many traitors and heretics remained. Suddenly there was the sound of a muffled explosion and the shouts of pain and surprise as loyalist guardsmen succumbed to an unknown explosive. There was a real hurry now to clear the admin building and try and save as many of the Emperor’s servants as they could.
Just then there were shouts from up the elaborate stone main stairway. The sound of booted feet and hinges echoed down the cold stone walls to the marines now gathered in the lobby. The lobby was a scene of carnage with corpses littering the marble floor. Evidently there had been a short and sweet firefight as the few PDF troopers had been overrun and the administration civilians butchered where they stood. A quick scan revealed that a few of the traitors and heretics had gone down in the initial assault. Now the Emperor demanded vengeance for his servants deaths, and the angels of death would climb the century old staircase and bring swift judgement to those who would shadow his people from his light.
The stairwell showed the typical for such a large piece. It went up before splitting into two and heading to each wing of the building. Charlie fireteam would have to split into two Fireteams to clear each of the buildings wings quickly.
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The grenade from Brother Apothecary Silvanus came to an abrupt halt as it hit a piece of fallen masonary. The masonry formed an ad-hoc barrier as the mutant flung himself over the ruined wall of the Hab Block.
Rallus Zenodius was mildly disappointed. Delta Fireteam had been slow in following himself and the apothecary. Finally the heavy bolter of Shallaut opened up on the buildings along the North side of the road. The heavy calibre shells punched holes in the light metal and rockcrete of the buildings, sending a cloud of rockdust and dirt into the air.
As the grenade went off Force Commander stepped calmly through the doorway and into the now empty ruined Hab block, closely followed by Apothecary Silvanus. The scuffle of boots on dirt was the first clue as to the fate of the mutant, the faintest sound; to Rallus it rung as clear as a bell. The silhouette of the Mutant speared, his shotgun aimed at the two marines. An arm swung up and a Bolt pistol barked, the mutant silhouette was flung backward into the narrow alley between the hab block and the next building. Rallus Zenodius did not even smile; there was no emotion on his face as he lowered his smoking Bolt Pistol. Another heretic dead, there were always more. The comm.-net crackled and Delta Fireteam were aware of their orders.
“Delta Fireteam, move up and clear the buildings.” The order was a hurry up and there was no need to say now. The Commander was an emotionless man and his tone suggested as much. Indeed many believed him some sort of advanced servitor or android. Few in the company at present had seen him in direct action but those who had knew of his ruthless and cold efficiency.
Just then another heavy stubber opened up on the ruined Hab block. It was soon joined by a mixture of las and automatic fire. Rallus crouched and took cover as the bullets kicked up dust and sprinkled the walls. One more the voice of Commander Zenodius could be heard, this time on the frequency for Charlie Fireteam.
“Sergeant Agrippa, clear the admin building asap.” Again there was no need for urgency in his voice. It was presumed that his orders meant prompt.
*****************************************************************************************************************
The scouts had done their job admirably. Andrus Taranius had been lucky; his scout brother had saved him. In hindsight Julius Quintus would tell him that it was a fatal error, to knife the grenadier was a novice mistake. Better surely to take him out from range and then evacuate the position. To put yourself in such danger was not as heroic as one might think.
Chaplain Perphius would say that ”to waste the life of a servant of the emerpor, especially one of his finest, is a sin.”. However, such was to be expected from novices, this is how things were learnt. It was simply fortunate for the young marine that his fatal error had not proved ultimately so.
There was a click and the voice of Commander Zenodius came onto the scout frequency.
“Sergeant Quintus, move your scouts up, clear building 2 and start suppressing the buildings on the North Side of the Road.”
*******************************************************************************************************************************
If the marines could see the main street of route 425 out front of the admin building they would see guardsmen pinned behind trucks and the command chimera. Slowly one by one they were succumbing to the fire from the ambush. Those who had tried to run for the buildings on either side had soon found themselves targets and ruthlessly gunned down.
The only thing that had bought them time was the lack of high calibre weapons among the hostiles and the absence of any anti-armour weapons. The multilaser on the top of the command Chimera was putting fire in a 360O arc, attempting to suppress the ambushers until reinforcements arrived. The scorch marks on the buildings was evidence of the intense fighting that was occurring on this once peaceful street.