"Brothers, advance!", Sefran bellowed through the entire companies comm-link. Every marine began running forward except the terminators and heavy bolter emplacements. The terminators walked forward as fast as possible but their thick, cumbersome ceramite armour, more bulky of that of power armour, slowed them so they could not keep up with their brothers. But it mattered not as the great warriors still fired their storm bolters and the assault cannon as they walked. The rest of the squad all ran towards the flyers and met their flying charge with their own. The gargoyles slashed, ripped and teared at the Templars, but had no such luck in even scratching their thick ceramite. The marines, with their chainswords, combat knives and even gun butts hit the tyranids hard, killing yet more. Castellan Sefran had made a space between him and his men as he did not want to risk hitting one of his own brothers with his halberd. Firing at point blank range, he ignited the promethieum and burned as many tyranids as he could, only a lucky few of them survived the flames, but Sefran finished them off with a few shots from his plasma pistol. Landing next to him, Sergant Peno also pumped the 'nids with his own flamer leaving a clear about 10 metres in front of him, not a single one of them had survived. "Your loosing your touch sir," Peno smiled behind his visor.
"Bet I get more of these bastards than you do though," the Castellan smirked back. Sefran and Peno were closer than brothers of their force, they had fought in every battle for the past 120 years together and had developed a strong friendship. Their campaigne together all those years ago was Cripies II, where the piratical Dark Eldar were attacking Imperial settlements. The Cripies system was still in a fuedal state, but their populace was naturally physically strong and so was a great place for imperial guard recruits and amoung the exceptional few, new breathen of the Astartes. The Dark Wings had gone to put an end to the Dark Eldar because the 3rd crusade had a fortress on this world where recruits were trained and the fleets sometimes gathered if it need be. The campaign had only taken 3 days, as the pirates were relatively few in numbers, but were all highly skilled in many ways. When the Dark Wings had made planetfall, they deployed all around the outskirts of their camp so's they could completely wipe them out while forcing them closer together. Sefran was part of a tactical squad, the same squad as his Initiate, Judas, but he himself was now a full breathen. Peno was part of the deep striking assault squad, what he did best, but was not in charge of the squad. Sefran was taking out some dark eldar troops when Peno had jumped in behind him, killing a Wych as he landed, saving Sefran. They then battled back to back for 20 straight hours, taking on the enemy re-enforcements and cleansing the area of their exsistance.
"Just like all times aye," Peno said quietly to Sefran directly slashing at gargoyles as he did. "Back to back again, always seems to be the same doesn't it.
"It does, it does indeed." Sefran answered back.
"Bet I get more of these bastards than you do though," the Castellan smirked back. Sefran and Peno were closer than brothers of their force, they had fought in every battle for the past 120 years together and had developed a strong friendship. Their campaigne together all those years ago was Cripies II, where the piratical Dark Eldar were attacking Imperial settlements. The Cripies system was still in a fuedal state, but their populace was naturally physically strong and so was a great place for imperial guard recruits and amoung the exceptional few, new breathen of the Astartes. The Dark Wings had gone to put an end to the Dark Eldar because the 3rd crusade had a fortress on this world where recruits were trained and the fleets sometimes gathered if it need be. The campaign had only taken 3 days, as the pirates were relatively few in numbers, but were all highly skilled in many ways. When the Dark Wings had made planetfall, they deployed all around the outskirts of their camp so's they could completely wipe them out while forcing them closer together. Sefran was part of a tactical squad, the same squad as his Initiate, Judas, but he himself was now a full breathen. Peno was part of the deep striking assault squad, what he did best, but was not in charge of the squad. Sefran was taking out some dark eldar troops when Peno had jumped in behind him, killing a Wych as he landed, saving Sefran. They then battled back to back for 20 straight hours, taking on the enemy re-enforcements and cleansing the area of their exsistance.
"Just like all times aye," Peno said quietly to Sefran directly slashing at gargoyles as he did. "Back to back again, always seems to be the same doesn't it.
"It does, it does indeed." Sefran answered back.