MORPHDON
"Brothers! Let us destroy this alien filth!" Captain Mikeal Fabain yelled as he back-handed another Pokemorph into a gory pulp with his power fist as he and his battle-brothers ruthlessly tore their way through everything that the Morphs threw at them. "Huh, there is no challenge in this." A battle-brother on Fabian's left said as he hacked through another Morph with his chainsword, in order for him to conserve the ammunition for his plasma gun for more worthy targets. Out of the corner of his left eye, Fabian saw a battle-brother kick the door to a flat off its hinges and unleash a storm of fire from his flamer with a roar of vindication on his lips.
The Tactical squads ran down the road, gunning down the opposition left and right, while the Assault squads bounded from roof to roof, dropping down to street level to destroy points of resistance where they formed; then returning to the roofs once more to eliminate yet another point of resistance by the xenos forces. Dreadnoughts stomped through the streets levelling buildings and gunning down fleeing Morphs with equal ease. Gunfire answered the advancing Astartes but their armour was proof against the tiny calibre rounds that were being fired at them. Terminator armoured Marines teleported onto the bridges and other high concentrations of Morphs and cut them down with storm bolter, assault cannon and powerfist. They advanced through literal hurricanes of fire, walls of water or lightning unscathed thanks to their suits of Tactical Dreadnought Armour.
So far the assault had gone better than expected: A significant percentage of the city's population was dead, two thirds of the city was in Imperial hands without the death of a single battle-brother, Imperial Guard and resistance reinforcements were either en route or on site; and the assault was only four hours old.
Thunderhawk gunships screamed through the air, dropping bombs and strafing streets and roads where the enemy was fleeing, reducing the packed forms of the vile xenos on the streets into gory chunks of meat. The inferior aircraft that the resistance utilised were impressive in their efficiency at doing their function Fabian thought reluctantly as he saw a Morph tank squadron blown up by a volley of AT missiles and rockets from an overhead flight of Warthog ground attack craft from America as the attack craft targeted and destroyed enemy armoured vehicles with volleys of missile and armour piercing chain-gun rounds.
F-16s, MiGs and F-22s roared through the air, intercepting and shooting down the few Morph fighters and flying types that rose to challenge them. Massive aircraft slowly droned through the sky, deploying paratroopers into the city to aid the valiant Space Marines as they blitzed through the city streets and buildings like an unstoppable steel whirlwind.
In a distant shopping mall, far away from the advancing human forces, human and Pokemon commandos quietly snuck towards the back door. Sergeant Alasdair Watson glanced down the scope of his M16A2 assault rifle after he carefully checked the two pistols at his waist. On his right was a standard issue 9mm semi-automatic but the pistol on his thigh was far more powerful: A customised Desert Eagle semi-automatic modified for firing 50. calibre rounds made of tungsten.
As he picked the lock on the door Sergeant Watson glanced at Captain Williams and whispered, "Do you think we'll find anyone sir?" Williams looked at the Sergeant with cold green eyes replying, "I don't know Sergeant. But if we do our orders are to evacuate them out of the city."
"Sir." The Sergeant's reply was blunt as he whipped the sweat away from his blue eyes and after sealing their battle uniforms silently entered the mall.
The soldiers snuck through deserted food halls, sports shops and a host of other stores. They were going through a book store, when one of the soldiers suddenly hissed into the radio, "Dude! What the fuck is that smell!" Sergeant Watson removed his helmet and slammed it back on in disgust after sniffing the air saying, "It smells like they're burning meat and wood."
The Captain walked over to a map of the mall's layout and gasped when he saw what was nearby, to their location. He turned back to the squads hissing urgently, "There's a slave market nearby! That means…oh shit!"
"It means that they're burning the slaves and in all likelihood those slaves are alive." Sergeant Watson finished grimly. Even though it was impossible to see his face, it was clear by his body language that he was enraged and ready to kill. Captain Williams nodded saying, "We need to move, now! Come on!"
The soldiers broke into a run towards the smell of burning flesh, thoughts of vengeance entering their minds as they neared the stench and began to hear distant voices. "Hurry up will you and give me another can of petrol or diesel to throw on the fire. I want to watch these scum burn!"
"Too right mate here you go!"
"Thanks!"
This only caused the commandos to move faster than before. They turned right and saw eight Vulpix Morphs, a Pikachu Morph and a Scyther Morph. Interestingly enough the Scyther Morph seemed to be holding back from helping the other Morphs burn the chained up slaves alive.
In fact the Scyther actually seemed against it. From its voice it was a female, "Listen to me you sick fucks! What you are doing is unacceptable! They haven't done anything to hurt us!" one of the Vulpix Morphs snarled back and from its voice it was also female,
"These human and Pokemon are scum! Nothing more, and if you don't give me that can of fuel behind you, I'll…"
She never got to finish her sentence. That one of the commandos blew her head off with a sniper rifle could be considered by many to be a major contributing factor towards that. Her headless body fell to the ground, gushing arterial blood as the sniper crowed, "BOOM! HEADSHOT!" The Scyther Morph surprised everyone when she started to attack the other Morphs as the commandos charged.
Sergeant Alasdair Watson snarled in vindication as he shot the brains out of the Pikachu Morph with his M16A2 assault rifle as he and his squad ran down the stairs. Pointing at a pair of troopers to his left he shouted, "Get those fires out you two! The rest of you are with me. Now come on we need to save those people!"
The two commandos grabbed a couple of fire extinguishers and started getting to work on combating the blaze while the others either moved into position to run in and save the trapped captives when a path was cleared, or took up defensive positions to protect the squad as they did the rescue work. The Captain desperately called into his radio, "This Callsign Dagger Five Actual to Command, over!"
"This is Command we read you Dagger Five, what wrong? Over." The Captain glanced back to see the squad rush into the store as the others tried to keep the flames at bay. "We found a load of slaves that the Morphs were going to torch, sir. We killed the Morphs and are rescuing the slaves now; we need a Thunderhawk to get these people to Medical. Over."
"Understood Dagger Five. Hold position and await gunship evac for those people, I'll alert Medical. Out."
"Copy, Dagger Five out." He lowered his hand from his radio and looked up in time to see the last of the former slaves being pulled out of the store.
The Medics attached to the section moved to treat the wounded as Sergeant Watson and Captain Williams approached the Scyther Morph's badly wounded form. Even though the two soldiers were not trained in medical procedures it was blatantly obvious that her wounds were fatal. Captain Williams knelt down in front of her while Sergeant Watson and another commando covered her with their assault rifles.
The Morph looked at Williams smiling weakly when she saw him. It was clear to everyone that she didn't have much time left. She weakly gestured for him to reach into one of her jacket pockets saying weakly, "In there. You'll…find…the…answers, in…there." She slumped down with a final, rasping exhale, her life extinguished.
Captain Williams grimaced as he reached into the indicated pocket and pulled out a plastic I.D. card, and a small metal badge engraved with the words 'Loyal to Humanity unto death'. The Captain stared at it before looking back at the corpse a horrific suspicion stealing over him.
He knew that the type of badge that he was holding, were only issued to the hardiest of soldiers; those that had been tortured by the enemy but refused to speak a word to their captors. Williams glanced back and saw that Sergeant Watson was going through the dead Morphs' pockets looking for things to 'acquire' as the Sergeant had put it.
A Raven Guard Thunderhawk swept down, landing on the street outside the mall. With a gesture Williams and the commandos escorted the freed slaves to the gunship for evacuation to Medical. Captain Williams stuck a finger in his ear so he could hear what Command was saying on the radio to him as they boarded, "Good work on freeing those slaves Dagger Five. The Raven Guard are reporting that all enemy reinforcements have either been destroyed or forced to retreat with high casualties. We've taken the city. The battle is over."
A commando slapped the Captain's arm pointing off to another part of the city. The Captain turned and gaped at the sight of multiple heavy landers descending, flights of fighters both resistance and Imperial flew through the air. Turning back to his squad Sergeant Watson smiled, "The Pokemorph's days are numbered now aren't they sir." The Captain looked at him but didn't respond there was no need; his eyes said it all.
The tide had turned in Humanity's favour and there was nothing that the Pokemorphs could do about it.
