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"Ugh!" Brother Jules cursed as a bullet smack right onto his chest, forcing him to stall. He felt a hand pushing him from behind, shoving him forward into the enemy fire.
"Keep moving brothers, we must get out of the open!"
Brother Jules nodded and struggled into the fire storm, tracer fires jazzed past his vision and he saw a battle brother fell onto his knees, his armor shredded in many places.
"We will never make it!" someone shouted as more bullets landed on the squad
"Have faith brothers, the emperor shall guide us." The sergeant said once again.
Brother Joule's visor started to flash red, warning of immediate fail in engine compartment, if he keeps taking fire his armor's generator will soon give out and he knew he would never be strong enough to walk without the engine's support. His power armor groaned and moaned as he pushed the machine to its limits.
Brother Jules fell onto one knee and fired some shots into the cathedral, a dark figure screamed and disappeared from the window, only to be replaced by someone else.
The situation was grieve for the squad, they are still 50 meters out from the ruined walls that surrounded the cathedral and enemy fire is making sure the last 50 meters would not be easy. Jules struggled back onto his feet despite his armor's protest.
"50 meters! Spread out and make for the ruins!" the sergeant shouted. Immediately the squad broke apart, Jules sprinted as fast as he could, ducking low as bullets flew overhead. Jules lost his footing as bullets hammered into his left shoulder pad, Jules fell to his side but quickly recovered into a dodge roll and regained his speed. Jules hurled himself at the stone walls, cracking it slightly and made dust fill the air, bullets still surrounded him, but the wall is absorbing all the firepower. Chucks of stone would fly through the air but that isn't worrying Jules
He heard a scream and saw Brother Wilcox crush to the ground, a small smoking hole appeared in his helmet.
"Praise the emperor" Jules muttered as he crouched behind the wall breathing heavily, they had made it with only two casualties, brother Wilcox and brother Johnson both took a few unlucky shots in the face
"We must break that cathedral, Jules, suppressing fire!"
Jules sprang from his cover and laid down rapid fire into the windows, he shot an enemy, causing him to crush through the window and splatter onto the concrete 10 meters below.
He then changed his aim to the 2nd window and fired two bursts into it. No luck, the enemy ducked just in time, he repeated this process aiming from one window to another until enemy fire had died down.
He saw six blue figures running across the lawn. His company has reached the cathedral, mission accomplished, Jules fired a few more rounds and he quickly huddled over the broken wall and raced after his party.
Sergeant Wilson kicked down the main door in fury and sprayed bullets into the masses of body. They screamed as the bullets ripped them apart and raced for the staircase to get away from the fire.
Sergeant Wilson sneered, and lobbed a grenade at the pitiful traitors. "No mercy for those who has turned from the emperor's guiding light." Seconds later explosive ripped through the hall ways burning the heretics alive.
"Area secure"
Jules walked up to his sergeant, his boots crushing the wounded imperial guards but he did not care, they are heretics now.
"The main hall is cleared, but we still have Commissar William to deal with" Wilcox said looking at a locked door on the 2nd floor. "And I bet my bolter that's where he is, hiding, like a coward while his men died. Lets move men; the emperor is ready to hand out his judgment"
The squad cheered and raced up stairs, Jules kept his bolter ready at all times, scanning his surroundings for any dangers.
"Ok clear! Let's do this"
Jules pumped a few rounds into the door and kicked it off the hinges, inside a small squad of imperial guards charged at the space marines, firing their weapons and thrusting their bayonets in a last effort to kill.
One of the imperial guards fired a shot at Brother Muir which struck him in the knees, sending big man to the floor but he quickly got back up and swiped his knife across the neck of his foe before sending him flying with a punch across the face.
Jules shot two of them in the face while the sergeant charged at the commissar, the commissar fired at the sergeant and watched as his bullets bounced harmlessly off his power armor. Wilson brought his chainsaw down, comfortably slicking through the commissar's pistol and in a quick twist, taken off both of his legs.
The commissar fell onto the floor; his eyes wide open in shock.
"Traitor, you are sentenced to die!"
"Traitor? Traitor! You have the nerves of calling me that. It is you who betrayed the emperor.
"We fight in his light scum!" Wilson roared back at the small man.
"Hum, believe that you will, but soon you will see, I am right, you are serving the dark gods and in a few days his plans will be fulfilled and every fucking ultramarine will be under his control. But the Imperial guards will not this happen!"
"Our faith is strong, and does not falter like yours!" Wilcox replied, there is no emotion in his voice and with a graceful strike he beheaded the commissar.
"Squad Karnage reporting."
"This is Swift Justice, has the mission been accomplished?"
"Primary target neutralized, requesting permission to regroup and re-supply."
"Not yet sergeant, there is more imperial guard movements, it seems they will try to retake your position, there must be something important in that building. Secure for 48 hours till reinforcements arrive, swift justice out."
"Oh Shit, Jackson did you hear? The marines have taken over the cathedral and murdered all guardsmen inside."
"No kidding, the general was pretty pissed; we are gona retake that position and end the traitor's life."
"Serves them right to turn to chaos, a squad of them murdered delta squad only four days ago, did you see what they done to the poor bastards? Crushed their skull in their hands they did…"
"Yea well we will show them whose boss, we got the numbers on our side"
"Yea numbers…good for just dying, just like you and I friend, we are good for dying."