Blood splattered all over Ambrosius as his sword cut out of the stomach of
the Ork that he was currently disemboweling. The beast howled in rage,
before it ceased to live, cut nearly in half. A fountain of blood soon
cascaded down upon the Space Marine who had so deftly defeated his
adversary.
The Orks had been in for a nasty surprise, the Imperium's counter attack had gone off flawlessly, so far. Ambrosius and his Red Talons chapter brothers were deep into block 72B of a sector, and were at the moment in close combat with the Orks. However, more Orks were coming their way, it would be a long day yet.
Ambrosius' squad was gaining ground, and very few Astartes were actually paying for it. The iron fist banner was held aloof by Titus Longinius, the Chaplain. His eyes blazed with fury as his other hand brought down a hammer upon the head of an Ork, squashing it. It was then that Ambrosius spotted danger.
Coming down behind them, spilling from buildings that they were hiding in, in areas where the Space Marines thought they had consolidated territory, came the Orks. They rushed, ranting and raving out of the houses. A few Space Marines not sorely pressed by the mass of a few hundred Orks coming from their front turned and unleashed death with their bolters. Titus and two Space Marines were up to their heels in greenskins, and an axe cleaved into Titus' shoulder. Blood flew into the air and he fell down, screaming. His chapter brother unloaded a bolter round into the Ork's head, killing it.
And then autocannon fire ripped into the backs of the flanking Orks, maiming many of them. Four hydras, with Salamander escort drove down the street. Ambrosius grinned, and continued cleaving through the Orks as the battered city once more had its Imperial defenders at the ready.
The fight was taking place on a worn down street, as was much of the fighting for the planet. Buildings were torn and had holes in them, with windows and drapes practically non-existent. Most of the human beings who had lived in these high rise apartments were evacuated, or evacuated themselves when it was clear the Orks would be coming to their little planet.
The Hydras stopped, Salamanders covering them as the backs of the Hydras dropped out, men preparing to leave off of a metal ramp that hit the ground with a most definite thud. Livius Quintarius, Commissar of the Tempestus 54th jumped out of the first Hydra, he gathered the veterans he had handpicked to go into the vehicle with him, and jostled them with a fever pitch. The pincer was reversed. The Tempestus 54th had joined the fight.
Lasfire en masse began to rain down on the Orks who were heavily engaged with the Astartes. The Astartes really didn't care much for this either, and a plan of action was set into motion. Ambrosius saw the standard of the Red Talons lying on the ground, Titus the chaplain was on the ground, and the Red Talons next to him were busy blowing things away. Hefting his bolter, he blew a few Orks away from his body and ran over, grabbing the standard.
Ambrosius lifted it high into the air, and shot his bolter in a wide overhead arc, charging those Orks who they had first been fighting in open combat. If they could break those lines, they could turn around and complete the reverse pincer. The Orks would have fire on them from two places at once. Space Marines and Imperial Guardsmen at both ends. His men saw the banner and screamed war-cries for the God-Emperor.
"God-Emperor protects.", was all the Space Marine muttered as he charged past a few Orks, His bolter to the right side of his body blowing off one's head, his power sword singing into the air and slicing the one to his left. Within moments the charge was complete, and the Red Talons were on the other side of the Orks. The Orks were at this point very confused.
It was then that the Space Marines turned and unleashed a great salvo of fire upon the Ork horde, maiming many. Blood saturated the ground on which it spilled; it would be a long cleanup. Lasguns flashed; there was very little actual aim from Livius and his forces, but they killed quite a few of the Orks.
The battle seemed to be quite won, and then Livius saw why the Orks were putting up such a stiff resistance. Off in the distance, far away down the street was a gun of epic proportions. An Ork war chief, still small in the distance was screaming and pointing every-which-way. The Commissar took up binoculars, and hopped into the gunner's position of a Salamander, after rudely removing the one who was already there. He looked down at the driver. "Drive straight for that thing."
And the driver did as he was told, the Commissar voxing commands to other squads the whole way. The Space Marines saw what they were going for, and turned moving towards the massive gun on foot. Ambrosius looked over to his left, and the Red Talon chapter brother Augustus, who held an auspex. "How many are there Augustus?"
The Marine replied, "A hundred at least. They really want to keep that gun safe, whatever it is."
"Are any reinforcements in the buildings?"
"I'm not sure; it's too early to tell. At this rate though the guardsmen will get there first."
At this, Ambrosius picked up the pace. He raised his power sword above his head, and cut it down to signal the charge. The Salamanders whizzed past now, moving with incredible speeds as they raced towards the gun of epic proportions. This gun was huge. Stack three Salamanders together and here was your gun. It was on a raised metal platform, but seemed to exhibit a full range of movement.
The barrel was enormous, about 15 meters in length. Apparently, this thing was made from a bunch of parts taken from other artillery type weapons, and melded together into a work of art really. But a Xenos work of art, which meant it, must be destroyed in the name of the God-Emperor and his Golden Throne.
It proved its range of motion, by lowering from it's initial aim of well, the air, down to one of the approaching Salamanders. This was the vehicle to the opposite of Livius, and Livius watched in horror as a massive sound echoed into the air and a shell the size of three Space Marines rolled up in a ball hit the other Salamander, and sent a giant explosion into the air. The vehicle's armor had done nothing to stop it. Upon closer inspection, Livius saw wheels. That was how they moved the platform about.
Livius opened fire with the autocannon on a few of the Orks milling about around the gun, getting it prepared for it's next shot. The vehicle stopped when they got two closes, and Livius jumped out. Orks shot at him, but he stayed on the other side of the vehicle. Ambrosius and his chapter brothers were coming up behind him, a few of them taking cover with him behind the vehicle. Ambrosius was one of them.
Both men looked at each other and nodded in recognition, and the Space Marine took out a few grenades, rolling them around in his massive hand. He nodded to his own men, and bolted out of cover. Suppressing fire hit quite a few of the Orks surrounding the massive gun, but they missed the Ork at the controls on the back of the turret. He aimed the gun a little lower, and to the right.
The barrel of the gun was trained on Ambrosius and his men.
Not the place to be.
However, the shell went a little too low as it fired from that massive barrel. It hit the ground in front of Ambrosius, but the impact of it caused a small crater and blew Ambrosius and his men back. Livius peeked around the vehicle he was hiding behind and picked off a few approaching Orks with his laspistol too distract them from the unconscious and barely conscious Space Marines. Ambrosius was on his feet fourth and began to run towards the gun. He had made it pretty much there when disaster struck.
The warchief leapt around the gun, with his Axe high in the sky. He was about to send it crashing down on Ambrosius' head, crying out in primal fury. And then three laspistol rounds made quite the hole in the Ork's head. Ambrosius looked back quickly, as the body fell, and saw a smirking Livius blowing some smoke off of his laspistol.
Ambrosius then went back to business, he ran up to the barrel of the massive gun, and armed all of the grenades in his possession, four. He sent them all rolling down the barrel, and screamed, "RUN!"
Ambrosius heeded his own advice, and took off. All of his chapter mates got the message anyway, seeing what Ambrosius had done. They had suffered minimal casualties as the confused Orks wondered why the winning Space Marines were retreating. Everywhere, Imperial Guardsmen were setting up shop. In ruined balconies, on the ground, in between buildings they were firing upon the Ork host. As if to say, Get off my planet! The grenades exploded with a thunderous roar, metal and shrapnel flying everywhere. A piece of the barrel slammed right into his back, and he howled in pain as blood ran down the sharp metal, about a foot long. For the most part though, a good majority of the Imperium's soldiers were fine. There was plenty more land to take back for the Emperor however, but this block was secure. Ambrosius took a final look back at the gun, and saw the burnt out metal shell. He jogged back to Livius.
The Orks had been in for a nasty surprise, the Imperium's counter attack had gone off flawlessly, so far. Ambrosius and his Red Talons chapter brothers were deep into block 72B of a sector, and were at the moment in close combat with the Orks. However, more Orks were coming their way, it would be a long day yet.
Ambrosius' squad was gaining ground, and very few Astartes were actually paying for it. The iron fist banner was held aloof by Titus Longinius, the Chaplain. His eyes blazed with fury as his other hand brought down a hammer upon the head of an Ork, squashing it. It was then that Ambrosius spotted danger.
Coming down behind them, spilling from buildings that they were hiding in, in areas where the Space Marines thought they had consolidated territory, came the Orks. They rushed, ranting and raving out of the houses. A few Space Marines not sorely pressed by the mass of a few hundred Orks coming from their front turned and unleashed death with their bolters. Titus and two Space Marines were up to their heels in greenskins, and an axe cleaved into Titus' shoulder. Blood flew into the air and he fell down, screaming. His chapter brother unloaded a bolter round into the Ork's head, killing it.
And then autocannon fire ripped into the backs of the flanking Orks, maiming many of them. Four hydras, with Salamander escort drove down the street. Ambrosius grinned, and continued cleaving through the Orks as the battered city once more had its Imperial defenders at the ready.
The fight was taking place on a worn down street, as was much of the fighting for the planet. Buildings were torn and had holes in them, with windows and drapes practically non-existent. Most of the human beings who had lived in these high rise apartments were evacuated, or evacuated themselves when it was clear the Orks would be coming to their little planet.
The Hydras stopped, Salamanders covering them as the backs of the Hydras dropped out, men preparing to leave off of a metal ramp that hit the ground with a most definite thud. Livius Quintarius, Commissar of the Tempestus 54th jumped out of the first Hydra, he gathered the veterans he had handpicked to go into the vehicle with him, and jostled them with a fever pitch. The pincer was reversed. The Tempestus 54th had joined the fight.
Lasfire en masse began to rain down on the Orks who were heavily engaged with the Astartes. The Astartes really didn't care much for this either, and a plan of action was set into motion. Ambrosius saw the standard of the Red Talons lying on the ground, Titus the chaplain was on the ground, and the Red Talons next to him were busy blowing things away. Hefting his bolter, he blew a few Orks away from his body and ran over, grabbing the standard.
Ambrosius lifted it high into the air, and shot his bolter in a wide overhead arc, charging those Orks who they had first been fighting in open combat. If they could break those lines, they could turn around and complete the reverse pincer. The Orks would have fire on them from two places at once. Space Marines and Imperial Guardsmen at both ends. His men saw the banner and screamed war-cries for the God-Emperor.
"God-Emperor protects.", was all the Space Marine muttered as he charged past a few Orks, His bolter to the right side of his body blowing off one's head, his power sword singing into the air and slicing the one to his left. Within moments the charge was complete, and the Red Talons were on the other side of the Orks. The Orks were at this point very confused.
It was then that the Space Marines turned and unleashed a great salvo of fire upon the Ork horde, maiming many. Blood saturated the ground on which it spilled; it would be a long cleanup. Lasguns flashed; there was very little actual aim from Livius and his forces, but they killed quite a few of the Orks.
The battle seemed to be quite won, and then Livius saw why the Orks were putting up such a stiff resistance. Off in the distance, far away down the street was a gun of epic proportions. An Ork war chief, still small in the distance was screaming and pointing every-which-way. The Commissar took up binoculars, and hopped into the gunner's position of a Salamander, after rudely removing the one who was already there. He looked down at the driver. "Drive straight for that thing."
And the driver did as he was told, the Commissar voxing commands to other squads the whole way. The Space Marines saw what they were going for, and turned moving towards the massive gun on foot. Ambrosius looked over to his left, and the Red Talon chapter brother Augustus, who held an auspex. "How many are there Augustus?"
The Marine replied, "A hundred at least. They really want to keep that gun safe, whatever it is."
"Are any reinforcements in the buildings?"
"I'm not sure; it's too early to tell. At this rate though the guardsmen will get there first."
At this, Ambrosius picked up the pace. He raised his power sword above his head, and cut it down to signal the charge. The Salamanders whizzed past now, moving with incredible speeds as they raced towards the gun of epic proportions. This gun was huge. Stack three Salamanders together and here was your gun. It was on a raised metal platform, but seemed to exhibit a full range of movement.
The barrel was enormous, about 15 meters in length. Apparently, this thing was made from a bunch of parts taken from other artillery type weapons, and melded together into a work of art really. But a Xenos work of art, which meant it, must be destroyed in the name of the God-Emperor and his Golden Throne.
It proved its range of motion, by lowering from it's initial aim of well, the air, down to one of the approaching Salamanders. This was the vehicle to the opposite of Livius, and Livius watched in horror as a massive sound echoed into the air and a shell the size of three Space Marines rolled up in a ball hit the other Salamander, and sent a giant explosion into the air. The vehicle's armor had done nothing to stop it. Upon closer inspection, Livius saw wheels. That was how they moved the platform about.
Livius opened fire with the autocannon on a few of the Orks milling about around the gun, getting it prepared for it's next shot. The vehicle stopped when they got two closes, and Livius jumped out. Orks shot at him, but he stayed on the other side of the vehicle. Ambrosius and his chapter brothers were coming up behind him, a few of them taking cover with him behind the vehicle. Ambrosius was one of them.
Both men looked at each other and nodded in recognition, and the Space Marine took out a few grenades, rolling them around in his massive hand. He nodded to his own men, and bolted out of cover. Suppressing fire hit quite a few of the Orks surrounding the massive gun, but they missed the Ork at the controls on the back of the turret. He aimed the gun a little lower, and to the right.
The barrel of the gun was trained on Ambrosius and his men.
Not the place to be.
However, the shell went a little too low as it fired from that massive barrel. It hit the ground in front of Ambrosius, but the impact of it caused a small crater and blew Ambrosius and his men back. Livius peeked around the vehicle he was hiding behind and picked off a few approaching Orks with his laspistol too distract them from the unconscious and barely conscious Space Marines. Ambrosius was on his feet fourth and began to run towards the gun. He had made it pretty much there when disaster struck.
The warchief leapt around the gun, with his Axe high in the sky. He was about to send it crashing down on Ambrosius' head, crying out in primal fury. And then three laspistol rounds made quite the hole in the Ork's head. Ambrosius looked back quickly, as the body fell, and saw a smirking Livius blowing some smoke off of his laspistol.
Ambrosius then went back to business, he ran up to the barrel of the massive gun, and armed all of the grenades in his possession, four. He sent them all rolling down the barrel, and screamed, "RUN!"
Ambrosius heeded his own advice, and took off. All of his chapter mates got the message anyway, seeing what Ambrosius had done. They had suffered minimal casualties as the confused Orks wondered why the winning Space Marines were retreating. Everywhere, Imperial Guardsmen were setting up shop. In ruined balconies, on the ground, in between buildings they were firing upon the Ork host. As if to say, Get off my planet! The grenades exploded with a thunderous roar, metal and shrapnel flying everywhere. A piece of the barrel slammed right into his back, and he howled in pain as blood ran down the sharp metal, about a foot long. For the most part though, a good majority of the Imperium's soldiers were fine. There was plenty more land to take back for the Emperor however, but this block was secure. Ambrosius took a final look back at the gun, and saw the burnt out metal shell. He jogged back to Livius.