Chapter 61(orphan)
The drop pod shook violently as Captain Milat and his command squad braced themselves for the landing impact. Around them flew other drop pods, dropping an entire company of Angels of Brutality on the very edge of the prison complex in a surprise attack.
The war was going very badly and the Nightmare Asylum wreckage was almost completely overrun with Night Lords, it was becoming nearly impossible to safely gather treasure from inside the wreck, the Night Lords were now continually attacking the treasure transportation units inside the dark wreckage!
Desperate measures were needed to make the Night Lords stop attacking the transports and vacate the wreckage, and a direct attack on their women and children was judged the most sure fire way to motivate them to leave.
It was the hottest part of the day right now, too hot for inferior common humans to fight. The heretic penal legionaries were also mostly asleep at this time, and would be disoriented and unbalanced. In addition to this, most of the heretic women were currently bathing unprotected outside in an outdoor swimming pool!
It was the perfect time to launch a surprise attack on these critical heretic women.
The majority of the Night Lords were currently lurking inside the Nightmare Asylum wreckage, too far away to quickly arrive to protect their women. It was PERFECT!
The primary objective was to capture these high ranking heretic women alive as hostages, the more the better. The marines had all memorised the faces of the most high ranking women, using hypnotherapy to solidify the memories. The most critical value targets were the chaos champions Wendy Sevenson and Liling Sevenson, capturing both of these women alive as hostages would cripple the enemy morale and let the loyalist marines demand a huge ransom.
If these two women could not be captured alive, then the marines would instead try to capture as many Night Lord wives as possible, forcing the women's husbands to a ceasefire and ransom. Either outcome would mean that the war would be won.
Even if the company failed to capture the women, the mere act of attacking these women would cause every single Night Lord to vacate the Nightmare Asylum to defend their wives, letting the treasures be collected without incident for as long as the Night Lords were distracted.
No matter what happened, this attack would be a highly profitable victory for the two chapters!
Captain Milat's knees ached terribly as the drop pod slammed into the ground with a terrible impact. The explosive bolts blew out the hatches, and the marines ran out, opening fire on surprised heretic penal legionaries as the other drop pods smacked down into the ground.
The surprise was complete and total, not a single enemy soldier was ready for them. Men were cut down by the hundred in the crowded prison yards in the first thirty seconds, most of them naked and not even holding their weapons yet!
The marines advanced as quickly as possible, not giving the enemy the chance to regroup, 100 space marines and 3 dreadnoughts were a horrifying enemy to face when you didn't even know you were fighting yet. Men screamed and ran away as others were cut to pieces by bolter fire, the marines advanced immediately.
The orbital surveillance from the strike cruisers in geostationary orbit showed that the swimming pool was up ahead, less than 2000 meters walk. The women had been sitting mostly in the centre of the massive pool, and would have difficulty wading quickly through the water to escape. The strategic women all wore brightly patterned colourful bikinis, and would be easy to identify.
The marines ran at top speed, it would only take a few minutes for the enemy surprise to wear off and for the women to start to flee. The advantage of surprise had to be used to full advantage for maximum success.
The penal legionaries were starting to open fire with their substandard lasguns now, but not yet very heavily. Lasers absorbed harmlessly into ceramite power armour plates, and the marines hurled frag grenades to disrupt the enemy from attacking.
The marines ran on through the confusion, gunning down only those who were directly in their path.
The penal legionaries were leaping out of their path like cowards, the pool was only a few hundred meters up ahead now.
Daemonettes were now emerging from inside the buildings, and charging at the marines.
The marines mowed them down and continued running.
More and more enemies were attacking now.
A few marines fell, the survivors just kept running forwards.
Winged demon hosts were starting to take off into the air now. The dreadnoughts cut them from the air with spinning assault cannons.
"The pool! Storm the objective!" Captain Milat roared, the pool only 50 meters ahead now!
Screaming bikini clad women were milling around in the pool in a panic, they were trying desperately to run through the meter deep water, slowed down to a wade by the water submerging their legs!
The marines divided into 5 men squads and ran to spread out all around the circumference of the pool.
The marines completely encircled the pool!
The heretic women were trapped inside the pool!
The marines stepped over the side of the pool and began methodically wading through the water, enclosing the women in an ever shrinking circle.
The women were screaming.
Intense gunfire hit the marines from every direction, felling more marines.
The marines waded as fast as possible, the resistance was increasing.
The women were huddling together in a tight mass, crouching low in the water to avoid gunfire.
The marines were mere meters away from them now...
Pink psychic witchcraft shot out of the huddle of women!
Marines fell down dead!
"Psykers! Some of the women are witches!" Captain Milat roared.
More marines fell, this was perilous!
The closest marines reached the women!
Bikini clad busty women were plucked from the water and had bolters held to their heads.
"Surrender and your lives will be spared!" Captain Milat shouted at the huddle of bikini women.
More women were held at gunpoint.
The psychic powers ceased, the women had surrendered!
The marines moved in among the women, crouching down to use them as human shields. The gunfire from outside the pool stopped to avoid hitting the women!
This was a complete victory, they had captured ALL of the women!
The edges of the pool were now a gun line of endless penal legionaries, aiming many thousands of lasguns at them.
No one fired a shot.
For as long as these high ranking women had guns to their heads the heretics would not fire!
The marines organised the women into the optimal configuration, and began tying a long spooled cable around their wrists, tying their hands behind their backs and tethering them loosely together.
The women were quickly bound, but not without a few mishaps. The secondary critical priority woman "Octavia Sevenson" had a foul unholy aura of unclean lust that caused debauchery in every marine that approached her. The marines got her tied up, but broke their vows of celibacy while doing so!
Captain Milat reprimanded the marines that sinned with the harlot, and ordered his men to stay away from her.
Chaos Champion Wendy Sevenson was found chained to the neck of Octavia, the chain was severed and Wendy brought to Captain Milat.
"Where is Chaos Champion Liling Sevenson?," Captain Milat demanded.
"She isn't here, she was too busy treating the wounded to go swimming. She will have been evacuated to safety by now," Wendy Sevenson answered in a sensuous erotically seductive voice.
Captain Milat didn't take her word for it and had every woman in the group checked. Liling Sevenson wasn't here!
Captain Milat looked around and considered the tactical options.
The women were all wearing nothing but bikinis without footwear, and wouldn't fare well in a forced march over hot ground. The local current air temperature was on the lower end of lethally hot, the women would not last long out in this.
At the moment the women were crouching in cool water that protected them from the heat, they had plenty of water to drink all around them and were in no danger in the pool.
The ground beyond the pool was swarming with enemies, and fire hoses were being sprayed all over the penal legionaries to keep them cool enough to maintain their post. The enemies were not entering the pool, and would have to wade across a hundred meters of water to reach the marines if they did.
The water also provided some slight cover from enemy fire...
"We will stay here in the pool for the time being, we are safest here until nightfall. Maintain our position brothers," Captain Milat ordered.
"Yes Brother-Captain," the marines acknowledged obediently.
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The penal legionaries were extremely upset as "their" hot bikini sluts were held at gunpoint by the infamous Angels of Brutality space marines. With guns at the girl's heads the convicts couldn't risk firing a shot.
This hostage situation had lasted for several hours now, and every Night Lord on the planet had abandoned the Nightmare Asylum wreckage and rushed to the pool.
The giant chaos lord was standing at the side of the pool in his terrifying terminator armour, glowering bitterly at his unholy lovers Wendy and Octavia, fearing for their safety. Other Night Lords stalked around the edges of the pool, similarly agitated.
The entire chaos force had been pulled back from the trenches around the Nightmare Asylum, humans and daemonettes and demon hosts all. Both Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson and Chaos Champion Liling Sevenson had deemed the safety of the women the most critical priority.
The loyalist marines around the Nightmare Asylum seemed to be working extremely busily to steal gold from the wreckage during this time, but the chaos forces were too distracted to care about this right now.
"Give us back our women!" A convict shouted pointlessly yet again, the convicts and other chaos denizens had been shouting similar words for hours with no effect.
"If you kill my wife, you will never leave this place alive!" Another of the Night Lords threatened, the Night Lords had been making such threats ever since they arrived.
The Angels of Brutality merely held their place in stoic silence, maintaining the hostage standoff.
The women were still bound together in a huddle, trembling fearfully in their brightly colourful bikinis. The air outside was still oppressively hot, and the women were huddled down in the relatively cooler water to escape the heat.
The chaos lord had said little so far, merely circling around the pool many times to size up the entire situation. The loyalist marines had made no demands, and the chaos lord had offered no bargains or promises or other offers to ransom the women back. The chaos lord was proud and no one's bootlick, and would not show weakness by offering terms before they were asked for.
The standoff continued.
Octavia finally snapped from many hours without erotic stimulation, and started to loudly cry from unsatisfied sex addiction. Her legs were tied firmly closed and she was tethered from 4 different directions by taut cables that held her in the middle of a gap in the women, unable to get within a meter of any of the other women.
Octavia's pathetic defeated wailing and crying was a pitiful spectacle, the gnawing unsatisfied addiction of a nymphomaniac sex and tickle addict breaking her down to a sobbing wreck from forced withdrawal. It was every bit as horrible as the pleading of any other terminal addict deprived of their "drug", just pitiable.
The chaos lord became extremely distressed at the sound of his personal favourite fucktoy weeping, and he began to tremble with rage.
"What are your terms?," The chaos lord finally bellowed at the distant space marines, unable to listen to Octavia's weeping any longer.
An Angel of Brutality Captain raised himself slightly up from the water, holding the bound Chaos Champion Wendy Sevenson by the neck with a gun to her head. The chaos lord glared at him, looking terrified for Wendy's safety.
"My name is Captain Francis Milat of the Angels of Brutality 3rd Company, leader of this force. I demand that all your forces and allies stay away from the pair of crashed space craft wrecks, that you and all your forces and allies immediately agree to a ceasefire agreement with all Imperial forces on the planet, and that as soon as night falls you allow my men to escort these hostage women outside of the prison and into a squadron of thunderhawk gunships." The space marine captain yelled back.
"I will not agree to your last demand, you would simply shoot them the moment you got away!" The chaos lord snarled.
Captain Milat cocked his weapon at Wendy's head in warning.
"I am willing to negotiate terms, damn you!" The chaos lord immediately capitulated with fearful bitterness.
"You heard my terms traitor, you will agree to everything I said!" Captain Milat spat fearlessly.
The chaos lord looked painfully at Wendy and Octavia, and cursed, "VERY WELL, you bastard! I agree to your fucking terms! Just don't hurt them!"
The assembled chaos forces all murmured in bitter agreement, and as one they all lowered their weapons, honouring the new ceasefire.
"Very wise traitor, your women will live. It just so happens that my chapter has additional needs of your forces in the near future. We will be keeping these women alive to ensure your cooperation..." Captain Milat said smugly.
"What duties?...," The chaos lord asked darkly.
"Well for a start, once our ships in orbit have all the gold they can carry, you will take the Nightmare Asylum to rendezvous with the rest of our fleet, to offload every last ingot of treasure to our ships. After that we have a few scores we want you to settle, you will attack a number of chapter home worlds of some loyalist chapters who have insulted us in the past..."
"TREASON! TRAITORS who would set chaos loose on fellow loyalist space marine chapters! What side are you even on?!" A young neophyte suddenly roared with outrage, interrupting from the other side of the pool.
Captain Milat and everyone else turned to look at the neophyte who had dared to interrupt.
The neophyte, Franklin Sevenson, was purple with outrage where he stood beside one of the raised sides of the pool. Franklin was surrounded on all sides by a small crowd of equally outraged nuns, with a tiny handful of surviving orphan boys standing in a disciplined line, looking equally purple with rage. Holy golden light shone with righteous divine rage from Franklin's eyes, and some terrible presence within those eyes was regarding Captain Milat with purest angelic disgust.
"Not NOW Franklin! They will shoot your mother! Be SILENT!" The chaos lord shouted urgently at the neophyte.
"I will NOT be silent father, this treachery cannot go unchallenged!" Franklin insisted stubbornly.
Captain Milat barely spared Franklin a second glance, ignoring the rude interruption from the arrogant little neophyte.
"As I was saying, you will be attacking a number of chapter home worlds, beginning with orbitally nuking the entirety of the planet Nocturne, home world of the arrogant curs of the Salamanders chapter..."
"TRAITOROUS ASTARTES BRUTE!" One of the nuns yelled loudly in outrage.
Other nuns joined with the shouting, calling Captain Milat a heretic.
Captain Milat was drowned out by this further shouting, as nuns called on the Emperor to smite him.
Both Captain Milat and the chaos lord glared silently at the crowd of raging nuns, and waited taciturnly for them to silence.
"Captured Sororitas that we keep as slaves," the chaos lord explained quickly as soon as he had silence.
Captain Milat's body language suddenly changed at the information that he had loyal Imperial witnesses, looking extremely defensive and embarrassed even.
"Kill the nuns, I don't like any witnesses that the Inquisition would believe." Captain Milat demanded dismissively.
Franklin snarled with fury, and the nuns urgently gestured to a strange congregation of around ten thousand savagely scourged men and women all around them.
"Penitents! Shoot those treasonous Angels of Brutality, kill every single one of them!" The nuns frantically ordered the strange congregation.
Most of the ten thousand did not obey the nuns, hesitating unsure if they understood the order correctly, most held their fire, but not all of them...
Poorly aimed gunfire erupted off the already mauled company of Angels of Brutality, and the poor marksmanship resulted in a few bikini clad women being shot in the heads!
The entire warband of Night Lords roared with outrage, and charged forward to protect their endangered women.
Chaos Raptors slammed down into the middle of the pool, each grabbing whatever woman happened to be his wife, huddling their armoured bodies protectively over their precious bikini clad dominatrix wives like hulking human shields.
Captain Milat took cover behind these raptors, gun held firmly to Wendy's head as the mayhem continued.
More and more of the strange congregation that seemed to follow the nuns joined in now, more and more gunfire was directed at the Angels of Brutality.
The Angels of Brutality were still not shooting the hostages, they were assuming that the force attacking them were captured loyalist humans who wouldn't care if the hostages died, and knew for certain that the Night Lords would attack instantly if they started shooting hostages.
The Angels of Brutality returned fire on their attackers.
Franklin and the nuns hurled themselves down to the ground and crawled away as gunfire sprayed at chest height in a lethal fusillade.
An Angel of Brutality fired a frag missile at the lip of the pool, missing the crowd and hitting the pool wall.
The soft weak aluminium side of the pool burst open from the missile blast.
The breached wall of the pool immediately lost all structural integrity, and split open at the rupture under the water pressure, bending outwards like a cut ribbon.
Water surged out of the pool, knocking down the entire crowd of attackers as the pool rapidly emptied.
The cooling water was gone, the bikini women were now standing on almost dry land in lethal air temperature!
The women moaned in overheated distress, their skin warmed almost completely dry in less than two minutes in the oppressive heat. The women desperately sat down in the shallow puddles that remained, desperate to stay cool!
The attacking Imperialists had not yet recovered from the surge of water, and seemed too disoriented and confused to continue attacking right now, but the sounds of distress from the bikini women was drawing the Night Lords in closer!
The empty pool was now swarming with Night Lords, fearful of getting too close but getting as close as they dared as the women got increasingly distressed in the heat.
The women were not hardened soldiers, and were sweating heavily, unable to cope with the hot air without swimming in cool water.
The remaining puddles were so shallow that they were warming rapidly in the sun, becoming quickly as hot as bath water!
The women were sweating all over and screaming to be cooled down!
Flying demon hosts started flying overhead, tipping buckets of cold water on the women as the Night Lords came closer to becoming violent.
The raptors cut their own wives free, and selfishly took off on their flaming jump packs, spraying fire everywhere as they carried their own wives to safety!
Women were burned by the flames, hair catching fire on a few of them, and they desperately rolled around in the almost empty puddles, the water steamed away to nearly nothing by the heat of the jump pack flames!
The Night Lords ran forward, not to attack but to carry their women to safety.
The Angels of Brutality were too few to hold a gun to the head of every single one of the women, and each marine grabbed a woman at random as a hostage, leaving the rest behind.
Night Lords and demon hosts rapidly carried away every woman who was not being held, and penal legionaries rapidly hosed cold water on these screaming overheated rescued women.
Captain Milat still had Wendy by the neck. She was completely shiny and slick with sweat, beads of sweat running down her full breasts to soak into the fabric of her bikini top, critically overheated.
A flying demon host dumped a bucket of cold water on Wendy from above, and she gasped loudly as the water cooled her down.
The Angels of Brutality ran carrying their hostages, desperately searching for somewhere to cool them down.
They ran out beyond the side of the pool, sprinting towards penal legionaries with fire hoses.
The penal legionaries reluctantly cooled the women down with sprays of gushing cold water, the women reflexively gasped and spluttered from the sudden cold water running all over their overheated skin.
The Angels of Brutality held position in a tight huddle under the spray of a hundred different hoses, resuming their earlier standoff with the hostages they had left.
The situation had not changed despite all the mayhem, the Angels of Brutality still held the victory.
The witness nuns were nowhere to be seen now, but Captain Milat would deal with silencing them later. Captain Milat still held Wendy Sevenson hostage, and with a gun to her head he could control this entire warband to do anything he asked!
The Angels of Brutality had won!
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