Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Oct 10, 2007 12:50:39 GMT -5
as the sun rises on the forth day, captain abracil logan looks out at the greenskin lines. four days ago they were sent to repel a small ork incursion. now there were tyranids, necrons and renagade space marines on the planet. 2 companies of the white claws space marine chapter had been deployed to help. 2 hours later the captain went down to visit the men on the front line. "the greenskin barstards have been moving all day. we could be expecting a full scale, all out assult on our positions within the next 10 hours" informed sergeant maniakas. every man in the regiment was wondering how a small scale incursion developed into a full scale ork waaag so quickly. now 7 hours later the captain was looking at the ork's crudly built dugouts. "they've been doing this all last night. they must be getting exited".
"have we had reports of necron or tyranid activity"?
"yes captain, the white claws 4th company are taking heavy fire from the ranagade marines and we have had reports of chaos marines landing on the planet, led by a chaos lord called krullash".
"dammit! asif we didn't have enough problems!"
then the silence was broken as a mighty alien warcry rang out in the morning air
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG!!!
a tide of orks came screeming across nomans land. the guardsmen fired heavy bolter round las beams, but the greenskins wouldn't stop coming. suddenly the guardsmen and orks clashed as the greenskins hit home. captain logan got a vox transmition from one of the frontline units. "sir! we cannot hold them! there are just too much!"
"okay! fall b..." the captain paused as he saw commissar kaiphas looking over his shoulder, cocking his laspistol. "sir? sir?"
"stand fast! don't yeild to the xenos filth!"
"sir we are getting a new vox! patching it through!"
"this is chaplain halvar of the white claws 1st company. we are inbound! repeat! inbound for your position!"
"your assistance is timely needed comrade space marine!"
as drop pods came crashing to the ground about 7 metres from the greenskins. "space marines! the angels of death have arrived!!!" the guardsmen at the front shouted and rejouced as the terminators cut a bloody swathe through the orks. as the xenos horde retreated in dissary the men of the 37th looked at the battle scared landscape before them and the piles of dead humans and orks. "i am halvar of the white claws space marines. i must say i have never seen ordinary humans so resiliant and couragous."
"that is what the 37th do. we fight standing, we hold standing but most importantly, we die standing!"
the forth day belonged to the forces of the imperium.
note- i based this story on my last battle.
"have we had reports of necron or tyranid activity"?
"yes captain, the white claws 4th company are taking heavy fire from the ranagade marines and we have had reports of chaos marines landing on the planet, led by a chaos lord called krullash".
"dammit! asif we didn't have enough problems!"
then the silence was broken as a mighty alien warcry rang out in the morning air
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG!!!
a tide of orks came screeming across nomans land. the guardsmen fired heavy bolter round las beams, but the greenskins wouldn't stop coming. suddenly the guardsmen and orks clashed as the greenskins hit home. captain logan got a vox transmition from one of the frontline units. "sir! we cannot hold them! there are just too much!"
"okay! fall b..." the captain paused as he saw commissar kaiphas looking over his shoulder, cocking his laspistol. "sir? sir?"
"stand fast! don't yeild to the xenos filth!"
"sir we are getting a new vox! patching it through!"
"this is chaplain halvar of the white claws 1st company. we are inbound! repeat! inbound for your position!"
"your assistance is timely needed comrade space marine!"
as drop pods came crashing to the ground about 7 metres from the greenskins. "space marines! the angels of death have arrived!!!" the guardsmen at the front shouted and rejouced as the terminators cut a bloody swathe through the orks. as the xenos horde retreated in dissary the men of the 37th looked at the battle scared landscape before them and the piles of dead humans and orks. "i am halvar of the white claws space marines. i must say i have never seen ordinary humans so resiliant and couragous."
"that is what the 37th do. we fight standing, we hold standing but most importantly, we die standing!"
the forth day belonged to the forces of the imperium.
note- i based this story on my last battle.
