Ambrosius and his Red Talon chapter brothers relaxed in the aftermath
of the battle. The operation wasn't going to begin for quite a few hours,
so they certainly had time to meditate on the earlier events of the day,
which were quite good for the most of them. They had only lost two chapter
brothers, and had pushed the Ork horde back. High command for both the
Guardsmen and the local command for the Marines, wanted the next few blocks
taken and a perimeter established. It didn't seem all that hard.
Of course it would be. The Orks were firmly entrenched in the buildings that housed those blocks. They were in the wealthy center at the moment, and they would need to take them out one by one in order to secure those blocks. Then they would have to establish a guard on every street corner, and seal up the backs of buildings to make sure nothing would get in or out. It was going to be a fun few days.
The Orks might also be prepared for an Astartes presence, which was a rather scary idea for Ambrosius. However, he doubted it. Orks were never very smart Xenos as it was, and they wouldn't be prepared to anticipate anything above your ordinary guardsmen. Livius would be already, a medicae was dealing with him. Ambrosius didn't care that much about the Commissar, but he seemed like a good leader. He put himself out there, as a leader should. As any Space Marine would in such a situation.
At the moment, he was taking the time to think about the situation with Chaos he had encountered a few months back. That incident was the first that he had been assigned to, and it was nerve-wracking until he had found the righteous fury that enabled him to smite the enemies of the most divine God-Emperor.
His unit and he had arrived on the planet, and all had seemed well really. They had met up with the Inquisitor, a stocky little man of around 5'3, with grubby brown hair and dark brooding eyes. Despite the fact that he was dead now, he wasn't a very pleasant person in the first place. Very few inquisitors were ever pleasant people. Novistius was his name, and the Inquisitor instructed them on where to go to find this cult. It seemed that the forces of Chaos had abducted the Emperor, and were currently breaking him.
It was an agricultural planet, and Ambrosius wondered why the forces of Chaos had found it a target that appealed to them. Something about the innocence, the nice orderly life of a people who grew food for others, day in and day out must have drawn the evil. Ambrosius had been sent down with the rest of his chapter brothers, into the burial catacombs underneath the capital city of Lasava. They were primitive burial institutions for the wealthy and the rich.
Ambrosius and his men marched through, until they came to the central burial chamber. It was huge, monastic in architectural origin. A high dome was above the large room, and obscenities against the Emperor were drawn on the walls, in the governor's blood. The governor's body was prostrated in a rather immodest fashion in the center of the room, apparently the only way to break him had been to kill him.
Voices had invaded the heads of the Space Marines. "GODS OF SLAUGHTER BE PRIASED!" and they were subjected to various other blasphemies and heresies against the divine God-Emperor. Ambrosius and his chapter brothers were then ambushed by a sorcerer of Chaos and the Chaos Space Marines of the Thousand Sons heretic chapter.
They fought for hours, and many a brave Red Talon fell to the demonic bolters of the enemies. But the catacombs were purged, however the Inquisitor was killed in the fighting. He died in a spectacular show of power against the Chaos Sorcerer, but despite the victory Ambrosius had taken home a few scars, and with it a rather traumatic event for a new member of the Astartes. Everyone was getting ready to go on their night raid, and Ambrosius checked his equipment yet again....
Livius was making similar preparations. The bald colonel from earlier was walking and talking with him back on the street. Lovan was showing Livius, who still sported a small limp dataslates of the projected enemy, the battle plan, and how many forces they would have allocated to them for the mission. The 40th Tempestus Infantry would be converging on the series of blocks next to them, and had already begun starting operations. Many of the forces from their sector might be moved to support the defense against the 40th, which was a rather fresh regiment and still had most of its men.
Livius decided not to give some big morale boosting Commissarial speech. The men were just glad to be alive right now, and had certainly earned that right. They were all preparing, mentally and physically. He watched them, bloodied and battered some fresh. They were ready to die at any moment, like Konin, for the God-Emperor who had given them life. The Orks would be in for one hell of a fight, Livius thought as he slammed a fresh power cell into his laspistol, and cried. "GET UP! IT'S GO TIME! GOD- EMPEROR BE PRAISED! LET'S BLAST THESE ORK DOGS ALL THE WAY TO THE GOLDEN THRONE!" Okay, so he was going to give a little speech.
Of course it would be. The Orks were firmly entrenched in the buildings that housed those blocks. They were in the wealthy center at the moment, and they would need to take them out one by one in order to secure those blocks. Then they would have to establish a guard on every street corner, and seal up the backs of buildings to make sure nothing would get in or out. It was going to be a fun few days.
The Orks might also be prepared for an Astartes presence, which was a rather scary idea for Ambrosius. However, he doubted it. Orks were never very smart Xenos as it was, and they wouldn't be prepared to anticipate anything above your ordinary guardsmen. Livius would be already, a medicae was dealing with him. Ambrosius didn't care that much about the Commissar, but he seemed like a good leader. He put himself out there, as a leader should. As any Space Marine would in such a situation.
At the moment, he was taking the time to think about the situation with Chaos he had encountered a few months back. That incident was the first that he had been assigned to, and it was nerve-wracking until he had found the righteous fury that enabled him to smite the enemies of the most divine God-Emperor.
His unit and he had arrived on the planet, and all had seemed well really. They had met up with the Inquisitor, a stocky little man of around 5'3, with grubby brown hair and dark brooding eyes. Despite the fact that he was dead now, he wasn't a very pleasant person in the first place. Very few inquisitors were ever pleasant people. Novistius was his name, and the Inquisitor instructed them on where to go to find this cult. It seemed that the forces of Chaos had abducted the Emperor, and were currently breaking him.
It was an agricultural planet, and Ambrosius wondered why the forces of Chaos had found it a target that appealed to them. Something about the innocence, the nice orderly life of a people who grew food for others, day in and day out must have drawn the evil. Ambrosius had been sent down with the rest of his chapter brothers, into the burial catacombs underneath the capital city of Lasava. They were primitive burial institutions for the wealthy and the rich.
Ambrosius and his men marched through, until they came to the central burial chamber. It was huge, monastic in architectural origin. A high dome was above the large room, and obscenities against the Emperor were drawn on the walls, in the governor's blood. The governor's body was prostrated in a rather immodest fashion in the center of the room, apparently the only way to break him had been to kill him.
Voices had invaded the heads of the Space Marines. "GODS OF SLAUGHTER BE PRIASED!" and they were subjected to various other blasphemies and heresies against the divine God-Emperor. Ambrosius and his chapter brothers were then ambushed by a sorcerer of Chaos and the Chaos Space Marines of the Thousand Sons heretic chapter.
They fought for hours, and many a brave Red Talon fell to the demonic bolters of the enemies. But the catacombs were purged, however the Inquisitor was killed in the fighting. He died in a spectacular show of power against the Chaos Sorcerer, but despite the victory Ambrosius had taken home a few scars, and with it a rather traumatic event for a new member of the Astartes. Everyone was getting ready to go on their night raid, and Ambrosius checked his equipment yet again....
Livius was making similar preparations. The bald colonel from earlier was walking and talking with him back on the street. Lovan was showing Livius, who still sported a small limp dataslates of the projected enemy, the battle plan, and how many forces they would have allocated to them for the mission. The 40th Tempestus Infantry would be converging on the series of blocks next to them, and had already begun starting operations. Many of the forces from their sector might be moved to support the defense against the 40th, which was a rather fresh regiment and still had most of its men.
Livius decided not to give some big morale boosting Commissarial speech. The men were just glad to be alive right now, and had certainly earned that right. They were all preparing, mentally and physically. He watched them, bloodied and battered some fresh. They were ready to die at any moment, like Konin, for the God-Emperor who had given them life. The Orks would be in for one hell of a fight, Livius thought as he slammed a fresh power cell into his laspistol, and cried. "GET UP! IT'S GO TIME! GOD- EMPEROR BE PRAISED! LET'S BLAST THESE ORK DOGS ALL THE WAY TO THE GOLDEN THRONE!" Okay, so he was going to give a little speech.