Attack on Rarg's Keep
Captain Craft Strattman slowly walked across the parapet of the ancient keep. The chainsaw at his side buzzed feebly with every step. Three weeks! Three weeks of misery and pain. Rarg's keep mustn't be left to the Ork rampage. The War-Boss Grarrg Gut-Tooth had combined the Ork tribes and was laying waste to system after system.
The captain grimaced the smell of decay filled the air. Tyranids had been here the bodies of the 22nd Black-Tears Army littered the ground. Alongside them the Tyranids lay, the captain had ordered them to be moved but there were to many. The 8th Sun's-Blades army had moved in after the death of the 22nd. The Golden armoured men crowded around a small fire lit with the guns on their shoulders. There was no wood only the Stone and worn-out marble; the men burnt the bodies of the Hive Rot swarm.
A shout from the look-out post:
"ORKS CAPTAIN ORKS INBOUND"
The Captain was decisive he ordered thirty men to watch the main gate while the last forty-two would man the walls.
Thunder: the thunder of the pounding of boots on rotten Tyranid-Polluted soil. The War-boss was leading the Warband. Lasfire shot from the walls puckering small holes in the obese army. The Captain heated up his chainsaw and swung it experimentally.
"Sir Orks are scaling the wall", Craft ran to the wall and peered over the top. Orks were using ladders and hooks to scale the high wall.
"Fire men fire, fire, fire" Craft shouted. All around light jumped from the walls of the keep. Many Orks fell but the Horde was infinite,
BOOM! The gates were smashed off their hinges as a almighty Squiggoth ploughed its way through, on the Squiggoth's back small goblins manned the huge guns.
"Fall back, fall back" the command echoed around the courtyard. With a splintering noise the ground in front of the Squiggoth erupted in stone and mud. A massive Ravener shot out of the ground and flew at the Squiggoth's face. Swarms of Tyranid homagaunts and other such beasts surged out of the ground and attacked the Orks ranks.
Lieutenant Faranst shouted "Why are they fighting? They have a lot in common."
The Small group now only numbering around Fifty-nine altogether made their way into the small keep as the sounds of dying Orks mingled with the blood curdling cries of the Tyranid swarm.
End Of Part One.
