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"We hear your distress message. We are deploying a ground force to your exact location via Drop Pod."

"Estimated time of arrival: 00:05:30 and counting"

"The Emperor Protects."

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Chapter 3

"..." I was silent for when the audio message came in reply to our distress. We were given five minutes and thirty seconds to survive against the large force of orks on the other side of that thick black metal wall. I lowered my head, they were already half way through, and the gunners at the siege weapons have ran out of ammo. They were desperately looking for more as five other soldiers aided them in suppressing fire through the little slit the barrel came out of. By then, the armoury was picked clean of ammunition and rifles, which the only ones left were ones stripped of their clips and laid there to sit.

"Five minutes... Is all we're given." I was enraged from how much time they have given us. A lot of things could happen in the span of five minutes. The last brake in only took two. Hopefully the blast doors would hold for that long, if not...

Just like before, the large banging sound on the other side of the blast doors grew violent for a moment then silent. And just like last time we were ready for them to storm in. We built barricades, and places of cover so when they entered the command center we could duck under cover from the flak. I personally ordered every soldier under my command, even if they were wounded out of repair, that if they can still and hold a gun, that they were ordered to the front lines. We can not let a single Ork pass through that threshold, not one. We were only a handful, 15 not counting the squad above who still protected the satellite dish so they can get a lock on our position. We were too small in number to make a difference against the opposition on the other side of those rusted black metal blast doors.

Like before, the blast doors were torn apart, but not by an explosive this time. Apparently, the Oark Nob wanted to personally open it him self with it's gigantic metal claws on it's right hand. At first glance, the very point of it's mighty makeshift shank of a hand tore its way through the thick metal with a screeching, ear piercing scream. We all covered our ears from how intense the sound was, the few who didn't began to bleed through their ears and rial on the floor with pain radiating from their head. They soon died from blood loss. As if it was cotton, the Ork Nob tore the wall apart. Leaving a gaping hole where many Orks could pass through. Knowing that it is at such close range, they tossed their bolters and machine pistols aside and went in, charging with their rusty swords, machetes and axes shouting, "Waaaaaaaargh!" We took down the first wave with ease, it was the next one that we has some trouble with. Seeing how we has to reload our rifles from the last wave, this gave them an opportunity to charge with full force through our front lines and into the command center.

"Keep Firing!" I shouted to my men, who were torn apart before my very eyes. Just from the site of what the Orks were doing to my men made me want to just vomit in disgust. The front lines, all five of them were torn apart like paper. Their torso being torn into with their rusted weapons as they gurgle their body fluids from the bottom of their throats. A few of them beheaded so that their corpses wouldn't stop twitching even before they hit the ground, as if they had a little bit of life left in them. The second line of defense, the one just in front of me were stabbed, violently in the gut causing them to bleed out. There were only a few of us left and we began to back away, slowly towards the wall. We have failed.

We were brave soldiers, taking out at least a dozen of them before our rifles ran out of ammo. I my self gave shots to the head, all of them took contact where I specifically wanted to hit them. The two soldiers, Max and Parker, were the only two left from the battalion of 40 million that were stationed on this planet. The soldier to my right, Max the courageous bastard, relinquished his weapon from his hands, tossing it at the crowd and unsheathed a sturdy yet small combat knife as he shouted, "If I'm going down, I'm Taking At Least One Of You Fuckers WITH ME!" The Orks laughed as one of the larger ones in the back marched in towards him to engaged in combat. It would seem that the Orks had a previous agreement that they would let the last few live, who have proven them selves might warriors and challenge them to hand to hand combat.

The larger Ork in front of Max spoke, "Oi! He'r Da Rulz." he would point to the other Imperial guardsmen as well as myself, "Yu two won' Intar'fear. Got zit?" Like we had a choice. Even before we could answer his question, three Orks from the crowd behind him came up to us and held up in place. Relinquishing our weapons and stretched out our limbs so we couldn't move, covering our mouths so we couldn't speak. I was frightened when they did this, seeing how one of them held me with in my comfort zone. I was enraged and embarrassed, screaming behind its large green hand but to no avail. We both tried to get away, to slip out of their grasp but they wouldn't let go, our struggle was for not. The larger boy, who wasn't the Nob boss who stood in the background, would laugh at our plight. All of them would for it was entertaining to them to see us in terror. The Ork in front of us would also laugh and shout, "Good, Glad we got's an Undurstandin."

Max may of had the will of the Emperor him self at his side at that moment, but he was no fool. He knew that this massive Ork that stood before him was stronger, if not faster then he was and fighting him in hand to hand combat would just kill him. But what could he do? He had no other choice, at least that's what I wished he thought. Swallowing what pride he had, he cracked his neck from left to right and loosened him self up for battle. "Alright, Green Skin... Let's have it!" Standing in a stance that would show resemblance to a root combat stance, he readies his knife in his hand and loosely held it. The Ork scuffed at him and began to laugh again, with made the other orks behind him grow ecstatic with laughter as well. He widened his stance and charged Max, its hand raised high as he went down to strike him down. Max saw this and took a step to his left, quickly getting out of the way. This was his chance, to attack!

Max jumped forward and stabbed it, sinking that short Combat knife deep into the side of its neck and twisted it. The Ork screamed in pain and stood up, taking Max with him. Turning while trying to grasp onto Max's leg to pull him off, it could reach him from how far away he kept spinning him around. Max held on for dear life all while Parker and I watch in horror, still trying to brake free. The Orks were shouting in amusement except the one who got stabbed. Max began to shout in fear, his voice filling the room adding to the laughter of the Orks. When the Ork finally managed to clasp hold of Max's leg it threw him across the room, all while he shouted in agony. Striking the wall, Max gasped in pain and falls to the floor with a thud, trying to get back up he collapses under his own weight.

Max was defeated, and was left where he laid. Parker and I were filled with fear, that one of us were to be the next ones to die. The now bleeding Ork turns to the two of us, anger filled his eyes as he asked with a growl, "Now Den, Which One'a Ya's Next Up? The Small Boy or the Li'll Lass With Dat Bum Leg' of 'Ers?" Parker, in dreaded fear, manages to escape the grasp of the Ork holding hid face, so he may speak once again and shouted, "Pick Her! She's our Major, a Prized fighter of the Imperial Legion!- If you value a fight, you'd pick her!" My heart lept up from my chest and gorged its self in my throat. With angry, resentful eyes I would stare at him. I tried to yell at him for insubordination but the Ork kept my mouth closed as best he could. Struggling still, I wanted nothing more than to kill Parker with my own hands, who doesn't have the courage to stare me in the eyes. He signed my death warrant, yet he doesn't want to look at me.

The larger Ork, now amused at the trifal between Parker and I, cam up with an idea that from what I was feeling right now, would show justice. "I tellz ya what. How'bout I let you Two Fight amungst yu'r selv's? That sound Gu'd?" deviously smerking to Parker, who now had more fright then any one man would ever muster in a facial expression. With anger, I nodded my head. I was insane with rage, not able to control my actions from what Parker had done. They released us both.

Parker stood there, rubbing his wrists as he arches his back forward, not wanting to look at me. I fell to my knees for a moment, It would seem that my mechanical leg was malfunctioning, sparking out of control. Parker saw this and wanted to help, as an apology but I held my hand to him, still angered with his actions. Punching at what would of been my knee cap, the machinery of my leg began to function normally so I stood. Parker, who still would not look at me, turned in shame.

"Ma'am... I'm-"

"You Do Not Get To Call Me Ma'am! You Insubordinate Piece of Shit!" I shouted at him. "How could you throw me into the Flak like that, soldier? How! After everything we've been through?"

He remained silent.

I held my hip for a second, to unclasp a combat knife of my own. It was thinner, yet longer then the one Max used against the large Ork, for it was meant for quick movements and accuracy.

"Tell me, what was the idea you had, that made you betray me, your squadron, Your Brothers In Arms!... Tell me... TELL ME!"

"It Was Fe-" A gun shot from the back of the crowd echoed across the room, and half of Parker's face went missing. Instead, it transformed into a pink mist and red gore which splattered against the wall to his left.

"Booooorin'!" The Nob boss shouted. Parker's body went limp and began to fall, all while his gore pored from what used to be the left side of his head. As his body hit the floor, his blood splashed up on me, and I couldn't help but give a bloodcurdling scream at the top of my lungs, dropping my knife as well as to my knees.