At half past five the next morning they set off into the mountains that
surrounded the town in a convoy of trucks. They knew which mountain the
orks dwelt in but never had enough manpower to exterminate them, now the
Mayor had realised the ork threat and had mustered around a thousand men.
Wulf looked at his men. Kahn was exited, Grey was tired but willing to
fight and Gangrel was limping onto the support gun on the half-track. "Are
you sure you want to come?" asked Grey
"Positive" Replied Gangrel as the trucks rumbled off into the desert towards the mountains.
The trucks sat immobile at the foot of the caves as militia loaded guns and busied themselves around the convoy. "We assemble at this point. Wulf's men will go through the left hand tunnel whilst the rest of us take the centre and right tunnel" ordered the commanding sergeant of the raid. Great, thought Wulf, we get the cave that hasn't been scouted out and that we have no bloody clue what's inside.
There was a cheer as the troops set off in their platoons into the cave and Wulf clambered back into the truck. Five troops had come with them from the town and had been put under Wulf's command. Gangrel had the pintle-mounted machine gun; Kahn perched next to Gangrel with his sniper-rifle resting on the gun mount, the five other troopers from the town sat in any free space while Grey sat in the passenger seat and Wulf was driving, both had autoguns at hand. The truck rumbled as it accelerated and entered the dark cavern complex.
The only light to see and fight by was gone. It was pitch black except for the headlights of the transport. "Which way" asked Kahn impatiently.
"I'm not sure. The map ended a few kilometres back," said Wulf
"I say left," replied Kahn
"Fine, left it is" said Wulf as he stepped on the acceleration pedal and zoomed into the darkness. The winding cave path opened into a huge glistening cavern. It looked big enough to hold a titan and still have room left. "Holy..." said Grey trailing off, everyone looked up in awe. "It's amazing," exclaimed Gangrel as he climbed off the truck and limped forward a few steps. Wulf noticed they were on a cliff ledge and there was a long way down below. The glitter from the crystals lit the cave and made it as light as day. Wulf observed the cave and it finally dawned on him what it was... A Tyranid Hive.
The walls were a strange light brown and spores floated around the cavern. Some of the spores were larger, Spore Mines, thought Wulf. "Out! Everyone, it's a Tyranid Hive!" screamed Wulf. You idiot, thought Wulf as his shouts had attracted the unwanted attention off several winged Tyranids that were flapping their way towards Gangrel. He was an easy target with the wounded leg; it would take him to long to get back to the truck, even if it was a few paces since these Tyranids are fast little buggers.
The winged Tyranids known to mankind as Gargoyles had slimy black skin, large bulbous heads and bio engineered guns that were attached to their hands. On their back was a thick purple carapace that acted as armour and of course the bat like wings that carried the filthy abominations. The Gargoyle at the head of the Tyranid swarm opened fire with its bio gun. Green plasma like substances erupted from the gun's mouth and smashed into the rock. The plasma tried to eat into the rock, thinking it was flesh but instead died away.
"Open fire!" ordered Wulf as he took aim and put three bullets into one of the winged beasts. The ammo crisis was over; Wulf had taken bullets from the fallen and reloaded his own firearm. Kahn put one out instantly while Grey peppered one full of bullets. The Gargoyles reached the ledge as Gangrel was limping back to the truck as fast as he could, one of the Tyranids grabbed Wulf with it's back legs and attempted to throw him off the ledge but Grey intercepted and cracked the monster's skull with the butt of his autogun. Kahn put another one out of the sky and one of the Gargoyles hurled the trooper from the fort town off the ledge, there was a crumping sound and the Tyranid Ripper Swarms at the foot of the cliff stripped him of all flesh.
Higgins, a militia from the town was hit by plasma. A burning sound was all he heard before his skin, bone and internal organs had been eaten away by the satisfied bio-plasma. Gangrel made it to the truck and leant on the front windscreen, shooting into the Tyranid swarm. By this point everyone had disembarked and were fighting the Tyranids in a bloody melee. Then a dying Gargoyle crashed into the truck and dislodged the handbrake, the truck lurched forward and toppled off the cliff edge, dragging Gangrel along with it.
That's strange, thought Gangrel as the truck started to move. It's Wulf he's pulling us out of here, we're going back to the town and we'll drink ale and have a warm bed to sleep in. Wait... If we're going home then why is he driving forward? Oh crap...
"Positive" Replied Gangrel as the trucks rumbled off into the desert towards the mountains.
The trucks sat immobile at the foot of the caves as militia loaded guns and busied themselves around the convoy. "We assemble at this point. Wulf's men will go through the left hand tunnel whilst the rest of us take the centre and right tunnel" ordered the commanding sergeant of the raid. Great, thought Wulf, we get the cave that hasn't been scouted out and that we have no bloody clue what's inside.
There was a cheer as the troops set off in their platoons into the cave and Wulf clambered back into the truck. Five troops had come with them from the town and had been put under Wulf's command. Gangrel had the pintle-mounted machine gun; Kahn perched next to Gangrel with his sniper-rifle resting on the gun mount, the five other troopers from the town sat in any free space while Grey sat in the passenger seat and Wulf was driving, both had autoguns at hand. The truck rumbled as it accelerated and entered the dark cavern complex.
The only light to see and fight by was gone. It was pitch black except for the headlights of the transport. "Which way" asked Kahn impatiently.
"I'm not sure. The map ended a few kilometres back," said Wulf
"I say left," replied Kahn
"Fine, left it is" said Wulf as he stepped on the acceleration pedal and zoomed into the darkness. The winding cave path opened into a huge glistening cavern. It looked big enough to hold a titan and still have room left. "Holy..." said Grey trailing off, everyone looked up in awe. "It's amazing," exclaimed Gangrel as he climbed off the truck and limped forward a few steps. Wulf noticed they were on a cliff ledge and there was a long way down below. The glitter from the crystals lit the cave and made it as light as day. Wulf observed the cave and it finally dawned on him what it was... A Tyranid Hive.
The walls were a strange light brown and spores floated around the cavern. Some of the spores were larger, Spore Mines, thought Wulf. "Out! Everyone, it's a Tyranid Hive!" screamed Wulf. You idiot, thought Wulf as his shouts had attracted the unwanted attention off several winged Tyranids that were flapping their way towards Gangrel. He was an easy target with the wounded leg; it would take him to long to get back to the truck, even if it was a few paces since these Tyranids are fast little buggers.
The winged Tyranids known to mankind as Gargoyles had slimy black skin, large bulbous heads and bio engineered guns that were attached to their hands. On their back was a thick purple carapace that acted as armour and of course the bat like wings that carried the filthy abominations. The Gargoyle at the head of the Tyranid swarm opened fire with its bio gun. Green plasma like substances erupted from the gun's mouth and smashed into the rock. The plasma tried to eat into the rock, thinking it was flesh but instead died away.
"Open fire!" ordered Wulf as he took aim and put three bullets into one of the winged beasts. The ammo crisis was over; Wulf had taken bullets from the fallen and reloaded his own firearm. Kahn put one out instantly while Grey peppered one full of bullets. The Gargoyles reached the ledge as Gangrel was limping back to the truck as fast as he could, one of the Tyranids grabbed Wulf with it's back legs and attempted to throw him off the ledge but Grey intercepted and cracked the monster's skull with the butt of his autogun. Kahn put another one out of the sky and one of the Gargoyles hurled the trooper from the fort town off the ledge, there was a crumping sound and the Tyranid Ripper Swarms at the foot of the cliff stripped him of all flesh.
Higgins, a militia from the town was hit by plasma. A burning sound was all he heard before his skin, bone and internal organs had been eaten away by the satisfied bio-plasma. Gangrel made it to the truck and leant on the front windscreen, shooting into the Tyranid swarm. By this point everyone had disembarked and were fighting the Tyranids in a bloody melee. Then a dying Gargoyle crashed into the truck and dislodged the handbrake, the truck lurched forward and toppled off the cliff edge, dragging Gangrel along with it.
That's strange, thought Gangrel as the truck started to move. It's Wulf he's pulling us out of here, we're going back to the town and we'll drink ale and have a warm bed to sleep in. Wait... If we're going home then why is he driving forward? Oh crap...