Commissar Livius Quintarius fired off a volley from his laspistol, a
headshot taking down the Ork charging him. As the body fell away, Livius
saw the second charging Ork. With little time to reload, he swung his chain
sword in a wide arc, cutting down below the collar bone of the Ork and
following through. The resulting cut tore part of the Ork's body off. The
body fell down to the ground, on its knees, spraying blood. Livius took a
few steps back, nearly stumbling over some rubble. He slammed a fresh power
cell into his laspistol and prepared to kill some more Orks.
Livius felt the stone beneath his well-worn boots, reflecting momentarily on how he got into this mess. The tall man of 6'3, with short brown hair and blue eyes, possessing very hawkish features, really didn't have that much time to reflect anyway. The Orks were coming, faster and faster, closer and closer. One of the recruits next to him was decapitated by an Ork wielding a massive axe. Livius brought the laspistol right next to the Ork's head, and took fire. He blew its brains out the left side of its head. Livius' unit was the Tempestus 54th Infantry, and they were on-you guessed it, planet Tempestus. Tempestus was an urban planet, nearing that stage where in but a few decades it would be a hive world. There were very few agricultural areas and the planet was mostly city.
Livius found himself in the capital city right now, Pax Tempestus. Pax Tempestus was a sprawling city, with your average amount of slums and a few high rise apartment complexes for the wealthy and semi-wealthy to live in. Right now, they were there. In the middle of a street, with burnt out apartment buildings surrounding them, the 54th Tempestus Infantry was facing some hard times right now, as the Orks that had invaded their planet were now about to take their capital city. Livius was a new Commissar as well, newly appointed to the 54th Tempestus.
One of the troopers at his side broke the organized, fighting retreat and began running away screaming as the massive Ork forces down the street closed in. Livius turned ands hot him in the back of the head, his aim very proficient. He looked over to is left, seeing a burnt out apartment building with a huge space where a window used to be on the first and only floor of it.
He had an idea.
And he had his orders.
There was no retreat. Livius cried out to his men, grabbing the standard of the 54th Tempestus from the ground next to him and raising it, waving it in the air. His chainsword put away first, to give him a free hand. "Not one step backwards! Glorious soldiers of the Imperium we will not retreat! You will not surrender your homeland!" He heard cries erupt about him, and the Imperium's soldiers for a moment stopped retreating. Livius motioned across the street to Konis, a newly appointed Captain in the regiment. He waved him over, and had to scream in his ear to get the message across to him, yelling above the din of battle. "Take a fire team and cover me and my men! Just look where I run to!"
Konis nodded, running off. He assembled a few members of the regiment with lasguns. Livius looked over at the heavy repeating lasgun that some of his soldiers were manning, and had a support team with them to cover them. He ran over to them, and pointed to the gun, and then pointed to the big broken opens pace in that apartment building he had seen earlier. Blasting a few incoming Orks with his laspistol, Konis and men joined in. They covered the group of about eight soldiers as they all made a dash for the building, moving as fast as they could with the huge lasgun.
When they arrived at the building, Livius had them open shop. They put the lasgun down, and placed it inside of the apartment building, with the barrel of the gun sticking out of the window. When the Orks ran to attack the front lines, they would be mowed down by the gun fire coming from the apartment, and from the gunfire from the front lines. The only place that would come under considerable Ork infestation then would be the right side of the street, opposite to where the apartment building was. Livius wondered when his Adeptus Astartes support would arrive. In the meantime, the guns began to blow apart Orks.
For quite a few moments, the situation looked rather good. The 54th Tempestus soldiers saw the crossfire that was pounding the Orks and decided it was best to stay and fight, they stopped the retreat. Konis continued to provide support fire for the gun emplacement, picking off an Ork here or there. Then a Warchief ran down the street, the massive Ork was pointing hurriedly at the gun emplacement. Livius seemed to be busy with other Orks, and he wasn't going to notice. They were in danger. Konis muttered a prayer to the God-Emperor, and took out a grenade. Placing it in his pocket, he ran at the Warchief and tackled the huge beast to the ground, the grenade exploding. Both warriors were obliterated instantly. Livius did however; see the tank down the street snaking into his line of sight.
He saw it just in time to jump out of the window as a shell was ejected from the tank, and smashed into the gun emplacement behind him, blowing him in the air further into the street. The Imperium's soldiers now began to panic; some dropped their weapons and broke into a run. Many let their comrades, staging daring defenses as their allies fled. And all through it, Livius laid. Half conscious, his vision fading, he looked up at the sky. Everyone did, and the fighting stopped momentarily, the Imperium soldiers stopping their retreat.
Angels were coming out of the sky.
Metal craft, upon closer inspection.
Drop pods, of his Emperor's most holy Adeptus Astartes.
The Angels of Vengeance were here, coming to save the faithful.
Ave Imperator
Livius felt the stone beneath his well-worn boots, reflecting momentarily on how he got into this mess. The tall man of 6'3, with short brown hair and blue eyes, possessing very hawkish features, really didn't have that much time to reflect anyway. The Orks were coming, faster and faster, closer and closer. One of the recruits next to him was decapitated by an Ork wielding a massive axe. Livius brought the laspistol right next to the Ork's head, and took fire. He blew its brains out the left side of its head. Livius' unit was the Tempestus 54th Infantry, and they were on-you guessed it, planet Tempestus. Tempestus was an urban planet, nearing that stage where in but a few decades it would be a hive world. There were very few agricultural areas and the planet was mostly city.
Livius found himself in the capital city right now, Pax Tempestus. Pax Tempestus was a sprawling city, with your average amount of slums and a few high rise apartment complexes for the wealthy and semi-wealthy to live in. Right now, they were there. In the middle of a street, with burnt out apartment buildings surrounding them, the 54th Tempestus Infantry was facing some hard times right now, as the Orks that had invaded their planet were now about to take their capital city. Livius was a new Commissar as well, newly appointed to the 54th Tempestus.
One of the troopers at his side broke the organized, fighting retreat and began running away screaming as the massive Ork forces down the street closed in. Livius turned ands hot him in the back of the head, his aim very proficient. He looked over to is left, seeing a burnt out apartment building with a huge space where a window used to be on the first and only floor of it.
He had an idea.
And he had his orders.
There was no retreat. Livius cried out to his men, grabbing the standard of the 54th Tempestus from the ground next to him and raising it, waving it in the air. His chainsword put away first, to give him a free hand. "Not one step backwards! Glorious soldiers of the Imperium we will not retreat! You will not surrender your homeland!" He heard cries erupt about him, and the Imperium's soldiers for a moment stopped retreating. Livius motioned across the street to Konis, a newly appointed Captain in the regiment. He waved him over, and had to scream in his ear to get the message across to him, yelling above the din of battle. "Take a fire team and cover me and my men! Just look where I run to!"
Konis nodded, running off. He assembled a few members of the regiment with lasguns. Livius looked over at the heavy repeating lasgun that some of his soldiers were manning, and had a support team with them to cover them. He ran over to them, and pointed to the gun, and then pointed to the big broken opens pace in that apartment building he had seen earlier. Blasting a few incoming Orks with his laspistol, Konis and men joined in. They covered the group of about eight soldiers as they all made a dash for the building, moving as fast as they could with the huge lasgun.
When they arrived at the building, Livius had them open shop. They put the lasgun down, and placed it inside of the apartment building, with the barrel of the gun sticking out of the window. When the Orks ran to attack the front lines, they would be mowed down by the gun fire coming from the apartment, and from the gunfire from the front lines. The only place that would come under considerable Ork infestation then would be the right side of the street, opposite to where the apartment building was. Livius wondered when his Adeptus Astartes support would arrive. In the meantime, the guns began to blow apart Orks.
For quite a few moments, the situation looked rather good. The 54th Tempestus soldiers saw the crossfire that was pounding the Orks and decided it was best to stay and fight, they stopped the retreat. Konis continued to provide support fire for the gun emplacement, picking off an Ork here or there. Then a Warchief ran down the street, the massive Ork was pointing hurriedly at the gun emplacement. Livius seemed to be busy with other Orks, and he wasn't going to notice. They were in danger. Konis muttered a prayer to the God-Emperor, and took out a grenade. Placing it in his pocket, he ran at the Warchief and tackled the huge beast to the ground, the grenade exploding. Both warriors were obliterated instantly. Livius did however; see the tank down the street snaking into his line of sight.
He saw it just in time to jump out of the window as a shell was ejected from the tank, and smashed into the gun emplacement behind him, blowing him in the air further into the street. The Imperium's soldiers now began to panic; some dropped their weapons and broke into a run. Many let their comrades, staging daring defenses as their allies fled. And all through it, Livius laid. Half conscious, his vision fading, he looked up at the sky. Everyone did, and the fighting stopped momentarily, the Imperium soldiers stopping their retreat.
Angels were coming out of the sky.
Metal craft, upon closer inspection.
Drop pods, of his Emperor's most holy Adeptus Astartes.
The Angels of Vengeance were here, coming to save the faithful.
Ave Imperator