First story on Truly no real purpose, I just got stuck in a writing mood. I'll continue if I get some reviews I guess.
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Heat.
That's all he felt, the heat on the back of his neck. Sergeant Matthias H. Ranflen of the
Black Templars 8th Crusade strode through the mass of Ork bodies that littered the landscape.
The battle had been long, and hard fought, but his Templars prevailed in the name of the emperor.
As they always have, and always will. The battles were becoming an everyday thing, and the men of
his squad, Tactical Squad Radon, were starting to tire. With each passing day here on Armageddon,
his squad, and the ones like it, were becoming more and more hard pressed against these Orks.
They could barely hold their defensive positions, let alone destroy the threat entirely. But
that's exactly what their orders consisted of, and he, if not every man there, intended to
fulfill them.
"Brother Sergeant!" Matthias turned to face the marine who was addressing him. "Yes, Brother
Landen?" "The Captain requires your presence in the war room Sergeant." "Thank you Brother." The
Sergeant gave a quick order to an Initiate in his Squad, telling him to keep the post manned at
all times, before turning and following the marine who had delivered the message.
He followed the marine silently, walking through the gray steel hallways of the outpost they
were defending, along with a full regiment of Imperial Guard Steel Legion Troopers. They reached
end of the corridor, and the mechanical doors slid open with a slight hiss. He immediately threw
a smart salute at the captain, before joining the rest of the Marine commanders in the room.
"Good, now that you are all here, we may begin." Captain Brand started. "As you all know, we
have been successfully defending this outpost for the past four standard months. Also, as you may
have noticed, the rate of attacks that the Orks have been maintaining as gone on a sharp rise.
Previously, they have been attacking once, maybe twice a Week, that number has now risen to four
to five times a week." At this point, a holomap activated in the center of the room, displaying
an area of five clicks radiating out from the outpost. "We believe that the Orks have somehow
managed to set up some form of teleport homing beacon in this area." Here, the map changed, and
a point in it's center became red. The tracking coordinates for the map read that the displayed
area was 30 clicks out from the outpost. "If we don't destroy this beacon," the Captain continued. "We
could very well be overrun."
"We have decided to send 2 tactical squads and an assault squad on this mission. They will be
flown in by means of a Thunderhawk to this point." Here, a point about 3 clicks from the
objective on the map became highlighted yellow. "Only the 2 Tactical squads will disembark,
and make their way to the objective to destroy it. The assault squad will be flown in and dropped
just above the objective to disorientate the enemy. Tactical Squads Radon and Argon have been
chosen for this mission, along with Assault Squad Rok. Any questions?" Brother Turnue, the
Sergeant of Tactical Squad Argon spoke up, "Brother Captain, what is the expected resistance?"
"There is an estimated 100 Orks there presently." The Captain replied. "If that is all, then
we set forth in 24 hours. Dismissed." The sound of seats scraping and chatter of the mission
filled the room as the commanders left. some to return to their posts, others to relay
information and orders to their squad about the upcoming mission.