Chapter 2
Help from the Unexpected
The battle raged on as the forces of the Tarsonian 734th defended against the total onslaught of the Tyranid forces. It seemed like there was a never-ending see of Hormagaunts and Genestealers. Everyone that was killed was replaced by two more.
Commissar Federov stood on the front lines with his men firing his bolt pistol at the foul Xenos creatures. He was about to unleash a hellish furry on one of the foul beasts, when he ran out of the precious ammunition. Then he activated his Chainsword, and it began to hum with power as the teeth began to move and rotate. This weapon proved to be very effective as an unlucky hormogaunt was sliced in two. All hope seemed lost, but after a few hours of heavy fighting the guardsmen defeated the swarm they were fighting.
Despite the grim look on the faces of the troops, there weren't many casualties. That surprised the Commissar. Usually they wouldn't have stopped attacking. Something isn't what it seems. He thought to himself. "Sir, sir," a guardsman said frantically, "Recon has found evidence of heavy fighting to the south east, but the strange thing is, the only dead are the Tyranids. Someone else is here on this planet and they aren't guardsmen. The Commissar nodded as he was told this, but wasn't able to contemplate it long when a lieutenant walked towards him. With a salute he said, "Sir, Lt. Bear, I am here with my report."
"I see you took little casualties, but I also noticed this Sgt. Banks. What about him."
"He fought valiantly, sir. He saved a few of my men and myself as well. When others would have turned and run, he stayed and made sure all of his comrades would be safe. He risked his life to save all of us."
"This man should be rewarded for his actions. Many people would not of done such things in a battle of this scale. Can you take me to him?"
The lieutenant led Federov over to where Banks was standing. Federov walked up to the man that he was told was Banks. He was a short young man with brown eyes and dark brown hair. He wore the armor of a shock trooper, one of the elite in the regiment. He stood against the defensive wall playing cards with his squad mates, and winning too. The Commissar made a motion with his hand, gesturing Banks to come to where he was standing.
"Sir Sgt. Banks reporting," Banks said with a crisp salute.
"Your CO tells me great things about sergeant," Federov said calmly. "Your bravery is great, and I heard you were good at killing Tyranids."
"Racked up thirty five kills if I do say so myself. What is this about sir?"
"Because of these actions, I would like to give you the Emperor's Star. For your acts of selfless bravery."
"Thank you sir, but now I must continue my duties."
"Of course sergeant, carry on."
Late that day Banks led his squad of shock troops on a recon mission, when he found a large creator in the ground. Upon further investigation by a couple chaplains and tech priests, they discovered the remnants of an orbital bombardment shell. That only meant one thing. The Emperor's finest were on Janis Prime. Banks and his squad later returned to the regimental HQ, and told the Commissar, but was waived off as not probable.
A few hours later Federov received orders to return to the capital. When they reached the city walls they found signs of heavy fighting, but no human loses. The regiment took up position on the wall, and Federov went off to a meeting that had been called by the Lord General.
About an hour passed since the meeting began, and the Commissars inside began to here a thumping noise. Most thought of it as nothing, but it bothered Federov. It became louder and louder, and eventually the thumping resembled the sound of heavy armored boots. Then, the large doors at the entrance of the meeting room burst open and three giant men in black Power Armor with silver shoulder plates with a brass Hawk painted on it, entered the room. All the Commissars and even the Lord General were shocked by the appearance of these super humans. What Space Marines, here on Janis Prime. When I called for help, I didn't expect them to send Space Marines, Federovthought to himself. The Space Marines on the sides stood at the door holding Bolters, and the one in the middle, obviously the leader, approached the table at which everyone sat. He had a massive Storm Bolter and a Power Sword. He stood at the head of the table across from the Lord General, and took off his helmet. He was a man with bright green eyes and brown hair. He looked at the men in the room and he said in a low voice, "I am Captain James McClau, of the Brass Hawks Space Marine Chapter. We have come to aide you in your defense against the Tyranids."
McClau continued to speak, "It seems your so called defensive strategies have worked out. But there is one big flaw to it. In the long run, the Tyranids will consume most of the planet. That is unacceptable. I have orders from Inquisitor Cyrus that the planet must be as intact as possible. The hives and forges here are a valuable asset to the Emperor's Holy War against the foul forces of Chaos."
"We don't have enough troops here to defend the planet. The PDF is just too small," the Commissar of the Sigma 246th said.
"Why don't you let the man speak," Federov said quietly, "He is a Space Marine Captain after all. He will be able to find a way."
"Thank you Commissar," McClau said, "I will have my company search out and kill the Tyranid Hive Tyrant. Then your guardsman will be able to take care of the rest. However, I will need one regiment to support my company."
"That settles it then," Lord General Cathers said, "The Tarsonian 734th will assist the Brass Hawks in anyway possible."
The meeting was dismissed and Federov walked out besides the massive eight-foot tall space marine captain. "Captain," Federov said trembling, "I am Commissar Nikolai Federov, CO of the Tarsonian 734th. And I can assure you that my men will be quite able to follow your commands."
"We shall see Commissar," McClau said, "We shall see."