Chapter10: The Genocide
Libert woke up, dazed. It was dawn now. He picked himself up, and spared a last gaze at the dead ork. He checked his map, and walked into the plain, rocky floor, his armor covered in dust and sand. He saw the warboss' axe plunged deep into the sand several metres from him. He pulled it up from the ground, and used it as a walking stick. Pain had filled his body with agony and extreme urge to just collaspe down there forever, but he forced it back inside. He looked at his armor. They were broken and severely damaged all over. He started to notice that the weather had changed. The cloud had covered the sky, as there was a bright light slipping through the clouds with extremely high velocity. The glowing light went through the clouds, then into the ground a few miles away from his position. There was a great quake, and a blinding light that Libert had to partly cover his eyes. He was knocked over by the strong shockwave. After a few minutes, he got up, and realized what it was. It was a cyclonic missile.
At the command center of The Great Javelin, the flagship of the Silver Talons, Rovelus, the ship admiral was talking through the commlink with the fleet admiral of the inquisition fleet. " You can not do this! This is inhuman! Our chaplain is still in that hellhole! I demand a halt of the bombardment at once!" yelled Rovelus.
" I fear that we cannot do that. The bombardment had been assigned. I cannot stop this, admiral." Replied the fleet admiral in a calm voice.
"You're the fleet admiral! If anybody is to stop this madness, it is you!"
"Do not worry. The honorable chaplain will be remembered as one of the emperror's finest."
"Heresy! It would be more sensible rescuing him first!"
"Do you dare accuse a member of the holy inquisition of heresy, admiral? Besides, this planet is filled with population of xenos. We cannot let them spread further."
"Damn! I cannot accept this! Stop the bombardment now!"
"You have to accept the truth, admiral. I do not wish to tell you how we can't stop the bombardment anymore."
"Fine, fleet admiral. If you can't stop it, then don't. I will go into that hellhole myself."
"No, admiral. You are not allowed to do that."
"I will descent as soon as possible, fleet admiral."
"In my authority of command, I do not allow this, admiral!"
"You cannot change my mind, fleet admiral."
"Admiral! I hereby exclude you from this assult. Return to your base of operations now. You are dismissed from this operation. Continue, and you'll be stripped off your ranks and..."
Rovelus fired a few shots at the signal reciever. "Did anyone hear that?" The admiral asked the ship's crew in the room.
"No, sir!" Answered every marines with pride.
"Get our best men, and a thunderhawk. I'm getting the chaplain out of there."
"Affirmative." Answered a techmarine in a still voice.
After a period of time, Rovelus stepped into a thunderhawk, with a squad of six terminators accompanying him. "Honour the dead, fight for the living." Said Rovelus as his squad echoed it. Soon, the thunderhawk departed from the Great Javelin, into the atmosphere of the planet being killed little by little. The thunderhawk went through the clouds, its cannons blasting orks on the ground mercilessly. The orks gazed up in surprise, before being blown apart by the thunderhawk's rocket. The thunderhawk moved over hordes of greenskins, blasting them into shreds. It moved so quickly that the xenos did not realized what had killed them before large shells were nailed into them. The thunderhawk hovered above thr ground, guns blazing, until it detecting a heat signal flying towards it. It was a rocket. The skilled pilot went into an evasive manuvere, dodging the rocket, but a second rocket came and blasted the hull of the thunderhawk.
The thunderhawk was losing altitude and spinning rapidly, every single person grabbed onto something before it crashed with a great impact. Rovelus got up, dazed, and saw a terminator dead on the floor. Two terminators were peeking out of the blown up wall of the thunderhawk, blasting and burning xenos with their assult cannons and flamers. Three more terminators were still getting up. Rovelus rushed across to the cockpit, and saw the pilot, strapped to the seat, neck broken because of the impact. Rovelus picked up his bolter, and fired at the greenskins, which were charging mindlessly towards the thunderhawk. Rovelus took the assult cannon off the dead terminator's arm, then carried it in his both arms, then started unleashing hail of bullets at the horde of xenos, supporting his battle-brothers.