Persona:
Emperor's Spears Chapter:
Tactical Squad Tempes
Brother Julius; Sergeant
Brother Achagon
Brother Decimus; Flamer operative
Brother Modius
Brother Duros
Brother Herkon
Brother Hekeran
Brother Rufus
Brother Aegon
Brother Taarus
Command Squad Hersian
Brother Galieo; Chaplain
- I -
Brother sergeant Julius broke sleep when the bolter fire started. In quick paces he reached the firing position and took cover, looking at the enemy position. Achagon was sniping
several Orks that were trying to get into position.
"Damn, the boy is talented" Julius thought as he saw Achagon taking down Orks that try to run the long street.
With each bolter shot another Ork got maimed or killed. Even with all the well placed shots there were more maimed Orks than killed.
"Cursed aliens are tough to kill, right sergeant?" asked brother Modius clenching his bolter eagerly.
Julius looked to the street trying to decipher the Ork movement, were those stranglers or were they getting ready for a charge?
Seeing that he is being ignored Modius kept going "Let us be there sarge, we can take those xeno filth, let us at them." his battle lust could be felt in his voice even over the vox distortion of his helmet.
Julius turned and scowled at him. "If you call me 'Sarge' one more time, you will spent a year in penance serving under Chaplain Galieo." he turned away looking back at the street. That would keep him quiet.
Modius didn't replied. Julius decided that this position is safe, Orks were dumb beasts, they knew nothing of tactics and strategy, they just lunge at the marines in great numbers until one side was dead.
"Bless the Guilliman for his wisdom." he prayed and immediately ordered his marines to take the sanctioned action ordered by the Codex Astartes.
"Protocol Gamma-2-4, disperse and invade" he ordered in a loud voice.
Ten giant armoured figures broke cover and started pacing the long broken street in careful strides. Every marine covered the one in front. Codex Astartes dictated so. There were no ten individual marines, there was one squad.
Ground was covered with debris, the shops were ruined, windows broken and concrete pieces littered the street. They paced the street with no opposition whatsoever. Orks that Achagon shot at
was either dead or escaped. They came across several maimed Orks, one was crawling with his intestines dragging behind, they shot them through the head mercilessly. No respite. No mercy. Codex Astartes declared so.
They came upon an opening, it used to be a well populated area but now it only contained hundreds of ruins. They took position upon what used to be a factory building, now a
hill of rubble. They spotted several Orks roaming down at the ruined house complex.
"How many?" asked Julius.
"At least ten but probably more in the buildings." answered Achagon.
Ruined building provided plenty of cover for the whole squad. Julius pointed at the wall segment that is still standing.
"Achagon, Duros, Herkon took position over the wall and provide heavy fire." signalled Julius.
"Acknowledged." came three responses over the vox.
"Decimus, Modius, Hekeran over the tracks, take cover and provide initiating fire on my command.
He kept going as they acknowledge their orders "Rufus, Aegon, Taarus" with me.
They moved in the open terrain with little cover but they had a great vantage point over the slope that the Orks were expected to climb. Behind them Achagon's group covered both sides with their bolters ready. Decimus's group was in cover at the other less steep slope. Decimus's flamer required close combat and would be wasted on the steep.
Ork sounds started to rise as they noticed the marines that took position uphill. Roars and screams followed. It was only a matter of time that the Orks gather enough numbers to
have the courage to assault the marine position.
"They're on the move." reported Achagon over the vox.
Orks started pouring out of the ruined house complex in great numbers.
"At least...fifty" said Achagon.
"Damnation, too many." snarled Julius.
"By the Emperor's blessing we shall triumph." declared Modius.
Julius stood silent eyes fixed at the emerging Orks. Ork guns started blazing but mostly towards the sky. One directed at the marine position only created distant dust clouds.
Orks emptied their magazines firing at the sky, the loud noises called for more Orks in the vicinity and gave courage to the cowardly aliens. Orks drew their strength in numbers, only their bigger and badder ones were able to hold their own. The rest was a rabble. A dangerous rabble at that.
Orks outnumbered the marines five to one. And once the were satisfied with the number of their mob, they charged. There was no order, no plan, no intelligence. They just started
running uphill towards the well fortified enemy position. Their dakkas blazed shooting only rubble and making loud noises. They roared in their filthy language.
Julius didn't know what their warcries meant. It was meaningless Ork speech. Mindless and faithless. His hate rose. Entire squad was frozen, their bolters trained on the green
mass. There was no fear among them. Only hate, only disgust, only wraith. Julius would give the word to them and the greenskins would die.
"For the Emperor." Julius said through gritted teeth.