"By the Emperor, they won't let up," one guardsmen screamed over the bolter fire that began to chew through their position. Several cultists continued their relentless assault from the pillbox set up on the right flank. Sergeant Izan marshaled his men, ordering them to lob krak grenades over the pock marked plasteel wall they used as cover. Six successful explosions tore the cultists apart, one cooking off the stored ammunition for the heavy bolter, adding to the destructive melee.
"Charged," he ordered the heavy assault PDF equipped with ceramite power armor and power fists. Each one vaulting over the wall and charging down the corridor to the heart of the Administratum.
Sergeant Izan looked back to the events that led them here. First the Chaos scum's planet wide broadcast of heresy, then the chain of suicide bombings targeting PDF and Arbite barracks. He alone now stood as commanding officer for the quarter of a million loyalist forces left on Aurora. His remaining artillery continued to shell the square outside of the Administratum, preventing more Chaos filth from flanking their position.
The vox net still buzzed with static, one of the first actions taken after the broadcast. They were cut off, outnumbered, and running low on ammunition, yet the Emperor's Will is firm, PURGE THE UNCLEAN.
In orbit over Aurora, Righteous Fury and Mjolnir focused their bombardment cannons on the Govenor's palace. The intelligence gathered from the Astropaths, as well as the Iron Priest's rune castings, confirmed that the leader of the Heretics fortified themselves within.
Both ships sent their deadliest weapons down through the atmosphere, each spearing across the sky towards the Palace. The timers on the munitions delayed to maximize damage to the structure.
gWe shall destroy them here," Commander Halfdan assured Lord Wulf," reports show that those pathetic worshipers to the false gods did not make it off world."
Lord Wulf turned and regarded the commander with a credulous look,h Yet we did not arrive in time to prevent the refugees from fleeing off world,h he growled, his fist crunching the railing in anger.
The Commander grimaced at the foul mood of his lord, knowing the reckless nature the young Wolf Lord's rage brought about,h we doubt that any hidden cells of the heretics fled within the mass of refugee ships,h he stated flatly, glancing at the nearby Space Wolves. Lord Wulf swung about and grabbed the Guardsman Commander by his collar,h you doubt,h he roared, spittle flying,h your doubt may have cost this world its existence,h as he flung the commander across the bridge.
Sergeant Izan loaded his last pack into his lasgun, cursing as his satchel hung empty at his side. gMake them count men,h he bellowed to the men around him. Fixing his sights on one heretic soldier he fired one shot, grinning as the top half of the heretic's head disappeared in a red mist. All along the line men and women fired their last few volleys into the oncoming hoard of Chaos filth. When multiple shouts for ammo began to pierce the air, Sergeant Izan bellowed,h fix bayonets,h and equipped his field knife to the mount at the end of his lasgun. Looking around as men and women slide theirs securely into place,h Charge,h he roared as he vaulted over the cover and began the sprint towards the Heretics,h for the Emperor!h
All down the line Guardsman charged from their trench, lasrounds and boltershells burst from the oncoming horde of Heretics, cutting swathes of men and woman from the line of the Emperor's fury.