Chapter I: The Calm Before
'Twas a dark, foggy night upon the world of Ionis. I and my unit were part of a large Ultramarine invasion force sent down to help redirect the movement of the Ork onslaught. The green tide had been advancing steadily through the Earth-like planet. Ionis had been an agricultural colony near the Ork controlled sector of space but always was thought to be relatively safe behind the large defenses it contained.
But about 2 months ago, imperial scouts reported a segment along the Orkish front where the Ork population seemed to be rising at an alarming rate. Although this did raise some suspicion, the commanders did not send addition forces to protect those nearest to the front because the current defenses seemed sufficient. Two weeks ago, the anticipated Ork assault was launched, with Ionis straight within its path. Several imperial forces were sent to counter this assault, including myself.
My name is Sergeant Peter Scolt. I command a unit of 5 veteran scouts used primarily for covert missions. My mission was to pick off any and all Ork Warbosses we encounter. We were deployed separately from the rest of the Ultramarine force and sent behind the lines.
So far, we've lost one man, leaving three remaining men under my control. The man lost was discovered by a random Ork patrol and was mutilated on the spot. The rest of us remain in two man groups, separated by the Ork camp in the bottom of the valley. Both my group and the other had an unhindered view of the entire camp. We remained in contact via an encrypted radio channel. As soon as they were in position, I would give the orders to snipe off all Orks seeming to be in command. Until then I was to wait.
Finally, they had gotten into position and requested orders. I gave them, and immediately several thunderous shots sounded off and the three largest Orks fell with hollow heads. Our mission was complete and I ordered the rendezvous at a nearby quarry only half a mile off. My companion and I ran off as fast as we could to avoid being caught by the ever-confused Orks.
Halfway through the run, the other group radioed in that they were being harassed by Ork warriors and were wounded. I looked at my squad mate and we raced off to their position. The path we took was littered with rocks and gravel of all kinds. We were soon met with light resistance from Ork gun emplacements. We each grasped our rifles and gunned down the few Orks there. There was much resistance met, but since the area was covered with boulders, We sprinted from cover to cover and had the Orks so confused, they were firing at each other. Without the guidance of a Warboss, Orks are less intelligent than a dog. Not that they aren't otherwise. I soon saw the other group pinned down behind some trees. They were constantly being hailed upon by Ork fire and although they were wounded, they were still able to fight off the Orks until our arrival.
We were still undetected by the harassing Orks when we sniped off most of the Orks, while the others ran. My group mate treated the scout's wounds and we discussed how we were to safely reach the Ultramarine lines. But before we had agreed upon a plan, A battered tactical squad joined our position...
'Twas a dark, foggy night upon the world of Ionis. I and my unit were part of a large Ultramarine invasion force sent down to help redirect the movement of the Ork onslaught. The green tide had been advancing steadily through the Earth-like planet. Ionis had been an agricultural colony near the Ork controlled sector of space but always was thought to be relatively safe behind the large defenses it contained.
But about 2 months ago, imperial scouts reported a segment along the Orkish front where the Ork population seemed to be rising at an alarming rate. Although this did raise some suspicion, the commanders did not send addition forces to protect those nearest to the front because the current defenses seemed sufficient. Two weeks ago, the anticipated Ork assault was launched, with Ionis straight within its path. Several imperial forces were sent to counter this assault, including myself.
My name is Sergeant Peter Scolt. I command a unit of 5 veteran scouts used primarily for covert missions. My mission was to pick off any and all Ork Warbosses we encounter. We were deployed separately from the rest of the Ultramarine force and sent behind the lines.
So far, we've lost one man, leaving three remaining men under my control. The man lost was discovered by a random Ork patrol and was mutilated on the spot. The rest of us remain in two man groups, separated by the Ork camp in the bottom of the valley. Both my group and the other had an unhindered view of the entire camp. We remained in contact via an encrypted radio channel. As soon as they were in position, I would give the orders to snipe off all Orks seeming to be in command. Until then I was to wait.
Finally, they had gotten into position and requested orders. I gave them, and immediately several thunderous shots sounded off and the three largest Orks fell with hollow heads. Our mission was complete and I ordered the rendezvous at a nearby quarry only half a mile off. My companion and I ran off as fast as we could to avoid being caught by the ever-confused Orks.
Halfway through the run, the other group radioed in that they were being harassed by Ork warriors and were wounded. I looked at my squad mate and we raced off to their position. The path we took was littered with rocks and gravel of all kinds. We were soon met with light resistance from Ork gun emplacements. We each grasped our rifles and gunned down the few Orks there. There was much resistance met, but since the area was covered with boulders, We sprinted from cover to cover and had the Orks so confused, they were firing at each other. Without the guidance of a Warboss, Orks are less intelligent than a dog. Not that they aren't otherwise. I soon saw the other group pinned down behind some trees. They were constantly being hailed upon by Ork fire and although they were wounded, they were still able to fight off the Orks until our arrival.
We were still undetected by the harassing Orks when we sniped off most of the Orks, while the others ran. My group mate treated the scout's wounds and we discussed how we were to safely reach the Ultramarine lines. But before we had agreed upon a plan, A battered tactical squad joined our position...