Chapter 4
Janis jogged along behind the Cadians who had come to his rescue. After slaughtering the Orks who had easily killed his squadmates Merrick gave Janis a laspistol and told him to keep pace on their march toward the spaceport. It was there that they would receive further orders from their commander Merrick also had told him. Janis could not believe that he was the sole survivor of his squads encounters with the Orks. Just a few short days ago he had been a normal man living a quiet life on his home planet, and now he was marching with Imperial veterans towards Emperor only knew what.
Janis looked up from his thoughts and saw that they were quickly approaching the spaceport. Large troop carriers landed and took off in rapid succession. At this rate thousands of troops must be moving Janis thought. But where were they going? The Orks were here in the city, but by the looks of it the Imperial Guard were pulling out.
"Over here squad!" Merrick yelled snapping Janis out of his thoughts. "The CO wants us to get on
a transport ship ASAP. From there we head toward the enemy to conduct an assault on their base of operations. Gear up and get moving!"
Janis followed the lead of the other men in the squad who ran over to a large open-sided tent. Inside there were huge crates filled with power packs, bayonets and other gear. On the other side of the crates were racks filled with lasguns. Janis grabbed a lasgun and as many power packs as he could stuff into his cargo pockets. He did not know where they were going or who he was fighting but he would not be short on ammunition when he got there.
Janis continued to outfit himself with the equipment in the tent and listened to the men around him, "I heard from a buddy of mine working over in the Generals Staff that we are headed to the Orks encampment to find the Warboss and put the filthy xenos down. Once its dead the Orks will have a lot less fight in them". The other men around Janis all agreed with this and seemed no more worried about assaulting an Ork stronghold then they would be if they were just told the recafe had run out. These men had been raised since birth to be Soldiers, Janis realized, and he was completely out of place and out of his depth among them. He did not count on living past this next battle. A servant of the Emperor only could count on so much luck during the 41st milenium.
