Chapter II- 1st Contact

It took just five minutes to reach or location, which was an abandoned Imperial outpost on the East Coast of the continent. Once known as Cordis, it was being used as an Ork headquarters. Our mission was to re-enforce the units sent to retake it. My men were equipped with Hellguns, grenades and of course determination. I had one man with a Torcher and another with a Cooker. Both excelled in urban combat. Each of my men was skilled with their tools and would not fail the Emperor.

We reached the outskirts of the city, where we had gained some ground, and dismounted from the Tortoise. We had planned to meet up with it later deep inside of the city. I, with my hellpistol and power sword in hand, directed my men across the war torn city we did not encounter any able Orks yet, only hellish corpses. Corpses of both Ork and Human bodies, twisted and mangled they as they lay. But then about 200 meters into the city, we saw an Ork mob advancing on our position from the left.

They were about twenty-five strong, each with pistols and axes. The leader seemed to be an over grown Ork, a Nob as they are called. He looked much stronger had possessed a much larger stride. They were about 100 meters off but closing in on us. I ordered my men to take cover and start hailing at them. At first wave, three were hit but only one fell. We continued to hail hellgun fire at them, but at little effect. Those Orks were too damn tough. 50 yards away and still about fifteen strong, including the Nob. But we held. Still, we fired shot after shot at them but only the best were left. 30 meters. Now there had range on us, but they're primitive pistols did nothing. 20 meters. Here they could be torched. I gave the signal and a blinding stream of fire blasted toward what was left of the mob. Two were caught in the blaze but escaped and continued at us. 10 meters. I aim a blast dead center at ones head. I can feel the shock as it hurls towards the ground. Another fell after getting hurled backwards by Cooker fire. Only three remained to fight. But now was the time to really fight. As they all neared at an alarming rate, the flamers raised their weapons and finished them all off in a maelstrom of liquid fire and plasma. They were burning so close; we could all feel their screams of agony. But none of us paid any attention. I ordered my men to follow this road for three blocks and then take cover. I had planned to meet up with the Tortoise there. We could hear the bulk of the blasts and screams from that direction. We were walking into hell, but we would prevail.

The men were all ready for a fight. They had no doubts in each other's ability. Each had a purpose and knew that purpose well. We nearly sprinted to our destination to help our fellow humans. We passed ruins of all sorts. Not a single building seemed to be fully intact. Mostly gray and black buildings created the theatre of battle. Many were ruined beyond repair. These were the victims of heavy Ork shelling and bombing. But nothing comes without consequences. That would be the lesson of the day...