Post by Lord General Armstrong on Jul 15, 2013 5:58:16 GMT -5
Captain Jacktious crouched in his foxhole, lasgun clasped in both hands, a mixture of lasbolts and autofire continued to plague his position. Around him his command squad snapped fire over their cover; more so in protest or in the vain hopes of beginning their own suppression. The traitors of the PDF were no pushovers, they had used small arms fire to pepper the men of 2433rd deeper into their asylum then let loose with their heavy weapons. Across the line, Jacktious' platoons were attempting breakthroughs, engaging the Tau sympathizers at murderous point blank range. Resulting in bloodbaths in the halls of numerous habitation blocks. Room breaching, firefights across the tight corridors and frenzied melees had already seen the death of a hundred Guardsmen.
Not even the reinforcing Space Marines could have stopped that, though with the new threat the heavy suppression began to alleviate. The traitorous men of the PDF had now trained their sights on the approaching angels of death, rapid small arms fire effortlessly glancing off their power armour as entire squads sought to find the chinks in the plasteel. A PDF missile launcher ran across his rooftop and lined up his targeting rune, waiting for the ever satisfying beep of a lock on. His loader stood next to him, making sure he was out of the back blast as he added his own lasfire into the mixture. The missile launcher fired, leaving a grey trail of smoke in its wake, the krak missile normally designed to take out armour impacted against the chest plate of the Astarties nearest to his position. The chest plate crumpled against the force, causing the man to recoil and drop to a knee as he clutched his chest with one hand as the other continued to pour bolter shells across the PDF positions. To the heavy weapon specialists amazement, the man had still not succumb; though clearly wounded, the specialist had assumed the weapon would have turned him into a bloody paste.
"Get me another missile, AT round, now!" The man blared, placing the launcher on the rockcrete roof and unholstering his laspistol, he squeezed the trigger, tapping, double tapping, then triple tapping as his loader made way to their pile of munitions.
With the weight of fire moving to the Astarties, Captain Jacktious took his chance, the man signaled for his retinues vox operator and almost wrenched off the mic from its cradle.
"This is Captain Jacktious to all platoons. Press the attack, redouble your efforts. The Space Marines are here!" The men of 1st infantry let out a deafening roar, their return fire had became a torrent of heavy bolter shells, lascannon and lasgun bolts. Rounds throwing the traitors off their feet or slagging their cover; with fragment grenades and further building assaults seeing the end of another heavy weapon position; and its accompanying squad.
Under the covering fire of the 2433rd Autus followed his brothers into battle. Crossing no man's land quickly he slipped into the first building he found; a recently abandoned habitation block on the eastern terrace. 3 traitors were inside waiting for him. They had been shooting from the windows of the building but were now backed up against the walls, their guns aimed at the door he entered through. Like them he started with his gun raised and ready to fire. Unlike them he had superhuman reflexes and a gun which made their flak armour useless. The first died before firing, his head exploded against the wall he was leaning against. The second's torso blew apart as he fire off 3 ineffective shots. The final one died with a round in his back attempting to flee. He had been the smart one.
Walking through the house Autus shot a pair of traitor's who had come from the building across upon hearing the sound of gunfire. Neither manged to fire a shot. He exited out the other side, powering up his force staff as he walked. It crackled with energy as he swept it through the walls of the next building over. Above he could hear the confusion of the missile launcher crew as they wondered why their building was shaking.
The cut took about 30 seconds, during which he killed another 2 traitors with his pistol. With a careful application of his power he pushed the weakened building over as it collapsed upon itself. As he watched it fall Autus had to admit he was a bit theatrical with the use of his psychic energy. Climbing over the ruins he began walking along the traitor line, picking off any targets he saw with his pistol. It was dangerous for him to be acting solo, especially having used so much power already; he could feel his mind strain, ache starting to snap at his fore. But fear was a potent weapon as well and by now the traitors would be scared.
It was a massacre, the Chapter Liberian had seen the end to another missile team along with their accompanying squad and as it seemed, the men of the PDF had begun losing ground. With the Guard continuing to press deeper into the adjoining buildings, using explosives to demolish the connecting walls, then using a mixture of fragments and blight grenades to cover their advance. The street was empty save for the Marines that continued to leisurely advance across its surface, rounds continuing to merely deflect off their armor.
Across the terrace the PDF prepared for a counter attack, two squads had formed up on the adjoining wall leading to the apartment block where their missile team had just gone silent. They stood dead quiet, their sergeants using hand signals to order the squads special weapon troopers to set the charges. The pair of operators, a boy barely out of his teens with dusty hair protruding from under his helmet, in a flak vest that seemed to hang loose despite being fastened to its limit and the other a heavy man in full body carapace who had thrown away his faith, taking the word of the Greater Good with open arms. They backed off and covered their ears as the explosives blew, the directional charges throwing parts of wall deeper into the breached room.
"Grenades now!" One of the sergeants ordered, his autopistol and chainsword held in a vice grip. A couple of troopers passed a series of grenades down the line, the operators pulling out the pins and throwing it into the hole beside them. Six spherical objects bounced or rolled against the floor towards Autus, each one detonating in a spectacular display of kicked up dust, wood splinters and shrapnel. Only after counting the thuds did the men move into the breech, their eyes widening as they saw the armoured bulk of a man before them.
"Sweet Emperor." One of the men muttered, his faith for the so called corpse god immediately returning and he tossed his weapon aside before falling to his knees. Pleading as the men around him rose their arms, they spread out seeking shelter or opening fire. The eldest operator was the last to enter, the tanks of promethium mounted upon his back sloshed with every footstep and the man smiled, his flamer spouting fire.
The exploding wall caught Autus by surprise, a large piece of flakboard smacking into his right shoulder as he passed by. The blow caused him to turn to the right and gave the traitors a second of surprise they would not normally have. As the grenades rolled towards him Autus pulled up the discarded flakboard as a shield. Placing it between him and the explosives, knowing he had no time to kick them back. About half the shrapnel was stopped by the shield before it disintegrated and allowed the rest through. Though his armour protected him from most of the damage he couldn't protect the exposed joints of his armour. Pain lanced up his arms and legs and pieces of metal dug into his knees and elbows.
Anger surged to the surface of his mind as he realised the traitor's had gained a second advantage over him in barely more than 3 seconds. He rounded on the group as the last few were emerging. While the ordinary troopers dived to the side 2 of the men stood their ground facing him. One was obviously a sergeant by the insignia on his shoulder while the other seemed to be a seasoned operator. His flamers nozzle highlighted with a beasts jaw. The sergeant stepped forward, chainsword held horizontally and aimed at Autus's chest. "For the....." His words were cut off as he was forced to dive to the side to avoid Autus's charge straight at him. He safely avoided the attack, but only because he wasn't the target.
Though the operator had more time to move, the flamer tanks and his own bulk slowed him to much. He released a short burst of fire from his weapon but couldn't risk enough to do any real damage without hitting the sergeant or it back splashing onto himself. Autus grabbed the man by the neck and spun round, the hailstorm of fire pausing for a second. "Burn in holy fire you traitors." Autus spat before kicking the man towards a group of soldiers and sending him sprawling on the habs floor.
"Warp sake!" The operator exclaimed, his hands fumbling for his emergency release and he crashed to the ground his fuel tank crashing inches ahead of him. Aiming his bolt pistol the Marine fired a single shot at the promethium tanks before diving into the room the PDF had emerged from. The bolt hit the tank and burst through.
"Everyone hit the deck!" The man screamed, furiously kicking back his legs to get some distance from his ruptured tank, promethium spraying across the room. Detecting a change in mass the internal explosive detonated and the room erupted in a fireball. Around him his squad mates screamed, cries as their flesh caught alight and they hit the deck rolling or clutching their faces, their tears evaporating instantly. The stink of cooked, burning flesh began to fill the room as it fell from the bone, the troopers that had survived put lasbolts into their peers temples putting them out of their misery. The operator, protected by his full carapace brought himself to a stand, unholstering his snub pistol then crouching down to their now limp sergeant and relieving him of the chainsword that was clasp by dead fingers.
"You Emperor damned bastard! Get off of our world! I still follow him, don't you understand they allow us our own beliefs! For the Greater good you slagger!" The operator was the largest man in their platoon, though this Marine was still at least head and shoulders over him. He revved the chainsword in hand and charged at the armoured hulk, bringing the weapon down as hard as he could, the weapons blades merely drawing sparks from his power armour. His peers slowly regrouped and took position a meter from the breech weapons raised, closing in on the target. There were only five of them left, a boy and four PDF regulars.
Footsteps could be heard closing down the hall, another fire team had their own weapons drawn, only waiting for an opening.
Lieutenant Solvo gasped as he watched his mens positions being overrun, the man lowered his binoculars then rubbed his eyes. This was not what the Tau promised, where was their support? He pondered slumping on this rooftop he called a vantage point; a structure at least a block away from the fighting. "Vox operator, get a bead to command and tell them we need reinforcement."
'Sir?'
"Now, dammit!" The man yelled. He had at least had the foresight to strew traps to cover his troops retreat should the time come. The man was a card player, he played his chips right and he played to win. The Captain was dead and command had fallen to him. His CO was a foolhardy slagger, one that believed in leading from the front, what had that gotten him? A dozen lasbolts to the chest that's what.
Not even the reinforcing Space Marines could have stopped that, though with the new threat the heavy suppression began to alleviate. The traitorous men of the PDF had now trained their sights on the approaching angels of death, rapid small arms fire effortlessly glancing off their power armour as entire squads sought to find the chinks in the plasteel. A PDF missile launcher ran across his rooftop and lined up his targeting rune, waiting for the ever satisfying beep of a lock on. His loader stood next to him, making sure he was out of the back blast as he added his own lasfire into the mixture. The missile launcher fired, leaving a grey trail of smoke in its wake, the krak missile normally designed to take out armour impacted against the chest plate of the Astarties nearest to his position. The chest plate crumpled against the force, causing the man to recoil and drop to a knee as he clutched his chest with one hand as the other continued to pour bolter shells across the PDF positions. To the heavy weapon specialists amazement, the man had still not succumb; though clearly wounded, the specialist had assumed the weapon would have turned him into a bloody paste.
"Get me another missile, AT round, now!" The man blared, placing the launcher on the rockcrete roof and unholstering his laspistol, he squeezed the trigger, tapping, double tapping, then triple tapping as his loader made way to their pile of munitions.
* * * * *
With the weight of fire moving to the Astarties, Captain Jacktious took his chance, the man signaled for his retinues vox operator and almost wrenched off the mic from its cradle.
"This is Captain Jacktious to all platoons. Press the attack, redouble your efforts. The Space Marines are here!" The men of 1st infantry let out a deafening roar, their return fire had became a torrent of heavy bolter shells, lascannon and lasgun bolts. Rounds throwing the traitors off their feet or slagging their cover; with fragment grenades and further building assaults seeing the end of another heavy weapon position; and its accompanying squad.
* * * * *
Under the covering fire of the 2433rd Autus followed his brothers into battle. Crossing no man's land quickly he slipped into the first building he found; a recently abandoned habitation block on the eastern terrace. 3 traitors were inside waiting for him. They had been shooting from the windows of the building but were now backed up against the walls, their guns aimed at the door he entered through. Like them he started with his gun raised and ready to fire. Unlike them he had superhuman reflexes and a gun which made their flak armour useless. The first died before firing, his head exploded against the wall he was leaning against. The second's torso blew apart as he fire off 3 ineffective shots. The final one died with a round in his back attempting to flee. He had been the smart one.
Walking through the house Autus shot a pair of traitor's who had come from the building across upon hearing the sound of gunfire. Neither manged to fire a shot. He exited out the other side, powering up his force staff as he walked. It crackled with energy as he swept it through the walls of the next building over. Above he could hear the confusion of the missile launcher crew as they wondered why their building was shaking.
The cut took about 30 seconds, during which he killed another 2 traitors with his pistol. With a careful application of his power he pushed the weakened building over as it collapsed upon itself. As he watched it fall Autus had to admit he was a bit theatrical with the use of his psychic energy. Climbing over the ruins he began walking along the traitor line, picking off any targets he saw with his pistol. It was dangerous for him to be acting solo, especially having used so much power already; he could feel his mind strain, ache starting to snap at his fore. But fear was a potent weapon as well and by now the traitors would be scared.
* * * * *
It was a massacre, the Chapter Liberian had seen the end to another missile team along with their accompanying squad and as it seemed, the men of the PDF had begun losing ground. With the Guard continuing to press deeper into the adjoining buildings, using explosives to demolish the connecting walls, then using a mixture of fragments and blight grenades to cover their advance. The street was empty save for the Marines that continued to leisurely advance across its surface, rounds continuing to merely deflect off their armor.
Across the terrace the PDF prepared for a counter attack, two squads had formed up on the adjoining wall leading to the apartment block where their missile team had just gone silent. They stood dead quiet, their sergeants using hand signals to order the squads special weapon troopers to set the charges. The pair of operators, a boy barely out of his teens with dusty hair protruding from under his helmet, in a flak vest that seemed to hang loose despite being fastened to its limit and the other a heavy man in full body carapace who had thrown away his faith, taking the word of the Greater Good with open arms. They backed off and covered their ears as the explosives blew, the directional charges throwing parts of wall deeper into the breached room.
"Grenades now!" One of the sergeants ordered, his autopistol and chainsword held in a vice grip. A couple of troopers passed a series of grenades down the line, the operators pulling out the pins and throwing it into the hole beside them. Six spherical objects bounced or rolled against the floor towards Autus, each one detonating in a spectacular display of kicked up dust, wood splinters and shrapnel. Only after counting the thuds did the men move into the breech, their eyes widening as they saw the armoured bulk of a man before them.
"Sweet Emperor." One of the men muttered, his faith for the so called corpse god immediately returning and he tossed his weapon aside before falling to his knees. Pleading as the men around him rose their arms, they spread out seeking shelter or opening fire. The eldest operator was the last to enter, the tanks of promethium mounted upon his back sloshed with every footstep and the man smiled, his flamer spouting fire.
The exploding wall caught Autus by surprise, a large piece of flakboard smacking into his right shoulder as he passed by. The blow caused him to turn to the right and gave the traitors a second of surprise they would not normally have. As the grenades rolled towards him Autus pulled up the discarded flakboard as a shield. Placing it between him and the explosives, knowing he had no time to kick them back. About half the shrapnel was stopped by the shield before it disintegrated and allowed the rest through. Though his armour protected him from most of the damage he couldn't protect the exposed joints of his armour. Pain lanced up his arms and legs and pieces of metal dug into his knees and elbows.
Anger surged to the surface of his mind as he realised the traitor's had gained a second advantage over him in barely more than 3 seconds. He rounded on the group as the last few were emerging. While the ordinary troopers dived to the side 2 of the men stood their ground facing him. One was obviously a sergeant by the insignia on his shoulder while the other seemed to be a seasoned operator. His flamers nozzle highlighted with a beasts jaw. The sergeant stepped forward, chainsword held horizontally and aimed at Autus's chest. "For the....." His words were cut off as he was forced to dive to the side to avoid Autus's charge straight at him. He safely avoided the attack, but only because he wasn't the target.
Though the operator had more time to move, the flamer tanks and his own bulk slowed him to much. He released a short burst of fire from his weapon but couldn't risk enough to do any real damage without hitting the sergeant or it back splashing onto himself. Autus grabbed the man by the neck and spun round, the hailstorm of fire pausing for a second. "Burn in holy fire you traitors." Autus spat before kicking the man towards a group of soldiers and sending him sprawling on the habs floor.
"Warp sake!" The operator exclaimed, his hands fumbling for his emergency release and he crashed to the ground his fuel tank crashing inches ahead of him. Aiming his bolt pistol the Marine fired a single shot at the promethium tanks before diving into the room the PDF had emerged from. The bolt hit the tank and burst through.
"Everyone hit the deck!" The man screamed, furiously kicking back his legs to get some distance from his ruptured tank, promethium spraying across the room. Detecting a change in mass the internal explosive detonated and the room erupted in a fireball. Around him his squad mates screamed, cries as their flesh caught alight and they hit the deck rolling or clutching their faces, their tears evaporating instantly. The stink of cooked, burning flesh began to fill the room as it fell from the bone, the troopers that had survived put lasbolts into their peers temples putting them out of their misery. The operator, protected by his full carapace brought himself to a stand, unholstering his snub pistol then crouching down to their now limp sergeant and relieving him of the chainsword that was clasp by dead fingers.
"You Emperor damned bastard! Get off of our world! I still follow him, don't you understand they allow us our own beliefs! For the Greater good you slagger!" The operator was the largest man in their platoon, though this Marine was still at least head and shoulders over him. He revved the chainsword in hand and charged at the armoured hulk, bringing the weapon down as hard as he could, the weapons blades merely drawing sparks from his power armour. His peers slowly regrouped and took position a meter from the breech weapons raised, closing in on the target. There were only five of them left, a boy and four PDF regulars.
Footsteps could be heard closing down the hall, another fire team had their own weapons drawn, only waiting for an opening.
* * * * *
Lieutenant Solvo gasped as he watched his mens positions being overrun, the man lowered his binoculars then rubbed his eyes. This was not what the Tau promised, where was their support? He pondered slumping on this rooftop he called a vantage point; a structure at least a block away from the fighting. "Vox operator, get a bead to command and tell them we need reinforcement."
'Sir?'
"Now, dammit!" The man yelled. He had at least had the foresight to strew traps to cover his troops retreat should the time come. The man was a card player, he played his chips right and he played to win. The Captain was dead and command had fallen to him. His CO was a foolhardy slagger, one that believed in leading from the front, what had that gotten him? A dozen lasbolts to the chest that's what.