Chapter 3
Look more Tryanids
The regiment and the space marines didn't get off to a great start, on their quest for the Tyranid Hive Mind. Only an hour passed before they met resistance. The Tyranids amassed a huge battle force and attacked the imperials with out notice.
Sgt. Banks was lying in his makeshift bed, when he heard the staccato sounds of bolters being fired and the soft whining of las guns discharged. He woke suddenly and jumped out of bed. He quickly put on his armor, grabbed his gun, and ran outside to join the fight. Outside there seemed to be an unending sea of Tyranids. He joined his squad along the defensive perimeter, and opened up with his hell-gun.
"Trying to get another medal Banks," Sgt. Jared Wolfe yelled as he picked off a hormogaunt with his own hell-gun.
"No, just trying kill something," Banks yelled back as he sprayed the enemy with his weapon.
Elsewhere Capt. McClau was slicing and dicing anything with more than two legs. A Genestealer jumped towards him, but was blown to pieces by a las-cannon.
"We don't have time for this," McClau said to himself. Then activating his helmet's built in vox unit he said, "Federov pull your men back, I'm ordering some air support."
"What," Federov began, "How are you gonna get air support all the way out here?"
"Just do it," McClau barked as he switched the vox frequency to that of the Brass Hawks Battle barge, Black Hawk. "McClau to Black Hawk, I need one orbital bombardment shell 500 meters due north, from my position."
"Right away captain," was the monotone response of a combat servitor. McClau then looked to the east and west and saw that the guard regiment had fallen back. Then he and his company followed suit.
Banks was disappointed that he no longer had the opportunity to kill the Tyranids, so he turned on his hell-gun's safety, and leaned on it as he watched the wave of Tyranids shift and swirl. Then he heard a loud whistling noise coming from overhead. He looked to see what it was, but by the time he knew where the sound was coming from, there was an eruption of fire after a massive explosion. The shear force of it shook the ground he stood on, and incinerated most of the Tyranid attack force. After the smoke cleared, there was a crater the size of a city block, and no trace of the Tyranids that were nearby. Then the heavy weapons batteries and devastator squads mopped up the survivors.
After the heavy weapons finished cleaning up the remenants of the swarm that had attacked the Imperials, Federov and McClau met at the command chimera. They were both looking at the flickering image of Lord General Cathers.
"I want you guys back here," he said very agitated. "The capital is under attack and we don't have enough troops to defend it."
"Why don't you just pull back, or evacuate the area," McClau said calmly.
"That is precisely what we wanted to do, but we have a problem. The city is surrounded, and there is no getting in or out."
"What about air support," Federov butted in, "We still do have a fleet up stairs, and we've got McClau's battle barge. He could just air strike them."
"The fleet has been engaged," the Lord General said. "So get back here and help us."
Then the hololith shut off and Cathers's face disappeared. McClau went out to send a message to the battle barge to send Thunder Hawk Gunships to aid in the transportation of the regiment and the space marine company. Maybe we can save the city, and find the Hive Tyrant with minimal casualties, Federov thought. Probably not. This is going to be the largest battle in this war.