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Horus ordered his squad to follow him and charged towards the place Kagmar pointed to.
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A stray lasshot echoed over across the group, Fernz twisted his attention and watched a Krieg soldier dart away back to their lines.
"Company, boys... company!" The fallen Krieg soldiers were laughing. Fernz turned his attention back to Falkirk who was staring deadly into him. A faint smile creased over Fernz's face, how stupid of the Commissar to come wandering alone, "You're with us Falkirk. Let's go."
Falkirk had no choice but to comply and kept his hands pinned down by his side, two of the fallen Krieg soldiers stood behind him and he felt the presence of the barrel of a lasgun press into his back. When he turned to face the fallen soldier he was shoved hard, "Don't look back, keep moving." Was all that he had to say.
Fernz plunged ahead into the Command Bunker, his face impassive but his eyes brimming with madness, three horribly strewn and bloody bodies lay twisted all over the floor of the central atrium of the bunker.
The troupe kept moving further into the bunker and Hestin saw more and more bodies of his fallen officers, comrades, his friends. A few more fallen Krieg soldiers were setting up defenses inside and he knew that a full out betrayal had taken place. "Damn you Fernz, but what have you done?" His voice barely controlling the shock and agony at seeing so much deceit. Fernz was laughing again, a slow and vicious laugh. They entered a doorway at the far end of the central atrium, inside two fallen guardsmen saluted and opened another door which led to a medium sized office where Falkirk was shoved into.
"Hestin?" A voice asked out in the darkness. Emerging from the shadows a trio of gaunt and fearful looking Krieg officers saluted wearily.
"Look Falkirk, you have friends." The insanity of Fernz's voice was growing again, however, he turned to the two guards and told them to keep watch. They saluted and closed the door, locking it behind them.
"Major Perigrad." Falkirk couldn't muster much to say, he was tired, and very distressed at the moment. The front lines could be collapsing, Orks on one front, Chaos on the other, and fallen bastards on the rear.
Major Perigrad was a bruly man, born on Praetoria he was a man of fierce discipline and iron will, however, he seemed lost and confused, his voice when he spoke wasn't as confident as it normally was, "Sah." His thick grey moustache quievered slightly over his ashen and bloody face.
"What happened?" Falkirk asked sitting down and resting his hands in his head. The other two officers turned out to be bodyguards of Perigrad, they two were both bleeding and ashen looking.
"That bastard Fernz, he seemed to appear out of no where, sah," Perigrad paced slowly as he spoke, his hands waving about in utter frustration, "They opened fired randomly, killing scores of us before we realised what the hell he had done. Well me and my lads took up a position on a balcony and started killing the traitours off. Aye boys?"
"Aye!" The two bodyguards said at one, both standing rigioursly at attention. It would have been comical if the situation wasn't so grim,
"However, there were waves of them sah, bloody waves of them. I lost a dozen men before the close combat ensued. They came all over us, I managed to get a few of the blighters but as you can see, here I am."
"They spared you?"
"Appears so, sah."
Falkirk was confused. They had killed so many of their fellow soldiers but had spared the burly Major and two of his elite bodyguards? Something wasn't sitting right with him, but a realisation overcame that negative thought, "Then there could be others still alive in the base?"
The Major seemed to ponder this a moment and then slowly nodded, "Well of course sah, but we have no me-"
"Major, we are on the threshold of defeat right now. Outside the xenos and heretic plague our lines and here," He motioned with a wide arc of a hand movement, "Here we have brothers who have betrayed us, stabbed us in the back. We can't just sit here Major."
"What do you intend to do then, sah?"
Falkirk thought a moment, he knew that Horus and Kagmar could handle the lines, and he prayed to the Emperor that they were becoming awry at his long absence.
"Gentlemen, we may lose our lives here." The Commissars voice was almost toneless, the three Praetorians shivered slightly but saluted briskly.
"Of course, sah." The Major stared straight ahead, his eyes narrowing.
"Follow my lead."
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Horus roared with anger as he lunged at the two soldiers who were standing guard outside the command bunker. Their uniforms were torn and the sign of Khorne was only barely visible. One swipe from his chainsword and Horus had decapitated both of them. "Come on boys! Let's show those traitors what we do to their kind!" As he entered the bunker lasshots were fired from behind a quickly erected defense but Horus chased through the volley and ducked behind a box that had seemingly been forgotten right where it stood. His men opened fire from the doorway. "Kagmar!" the com unit crackled, "Kagmar! Pull the defensive line back! We need all soldiers close now!"
Sandara twisted her whole upper body in a 360° spin and cut the throng of cultists surrounding her in two halves. She then started hacking her way back to camp. Even she was getting tired now and needed some rest.
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Kagmar heard Horus and understood "Pull back now men, Now" he shouted while firing his laspistol
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The Imperial line sounded the retreat, crawling back from the secondary trenches and running up towards the ramparts of the outer fortress walls. Fixed bolter, plasma, autocannon, and lascannon positions were set up in stragetic positions and were reigning a living hell on the Orks chasing after the troops to their rear. Scores of greenskins fell beneath the Imperial might and it wasn't soon before the blitzkrieg was utterly broken, the Orks pinned down in the trenches or being gunned down in the open. For now it seemed, the line was holding.
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Commissar Falkirk looked up from his thoughts, all conversation in the room stopped. The faint sound of gunfire erupted somewhere from the compound. "What do you make of it, sah?" The Major asked curiously, his eyes scanning across the room as if some secret answer was hidden amongst their capitvity.
"It sounds like," Falkirk narrowed his gaze and bit his lower lip gently, "It sounds like a firefight."
The four captives listened intently for awhile, erupting explosions and more fire was wreaking all hell somewhere in the compound. Suddenly, they heard voices nearby in the hallway outside the room.
"We're coming in," The voice was raspy and a hand banged on the door as the fallen Kriegsmen unlocked it preparing to enter. This was the chance they were waiting for.
"You two," The Commissar barked out whispered orders, "either side of the door, now!" The two bodyguards nodded briskly and took up strategic positions on either side of the entrance.
The Major laughed as he saw the plan unfolding, and took up position behind some stacked crates. The Commissar stood in the centre of the room, the doors opened.
Five Chaos cultists, lasrifles raised entered the room.
"Where are the o-" The cultist never had the chance to finish his thought. The two elite Bodyguards lunged at the Chaos heretics, fighting with trained menace. The burly Major erupted from seemingly no where and began joining the hand-to-hand fray.
One of the cultists charged Hestin, he shifted his stance to prepare to fight. The cultist swung his lasrifle like a bat, and he hopped backwards to avoid being struck. A few stray shots were richochetting across the room, it was utter madness.
He gripped a clipboard on the desk and tossed it at the cultist, he flinched making an opening which Falkirk used, driving his elbow deep into the traitours chest. He grunted with the impact but swung his free hand around clipping the Commissar on the side of the head. He felt dizzy for a moment, but adrenaline saw to it that he was back on his feet in no time.
The cultist swung the rifle like a club again, narrowly dodging it, the Commissar figured a new strategy. He smashed a bookcase over and hopped backwards onto a desk. Gripping up a handful of papers he tossed them wildly, making sure to pick up a long slender looking pencil.
Confused momentarily by the wildness, the heretic never saw the Commissar lunge at him, driving the pencil deep into his chest. He roared in agony and brought his hand up, gripping the Commissars throat. The two struggled on the ground, Falkirk loosened the cultists grip and smashed him across the face with his fist three times, cracking the mans nose and splitting his lip.
Blood pooled from his wounded face and the Commissar ripped the pencil from his chest, driving it again and again into his esophagus. Blood pooled in a crimson fury, splattering all over Falkirk's uniform. If he hadn't seen death in so many different and brutal forms he probably would of gagged or vomited, but he had seen worse than this. The cultist stopped kicking as blood filled his lungs and clogged his throat, choking him to death in a horrible and violent manner.
The three Praetorians were standing over him, a mix of fear, horror, and admiration scored across their faces. The other four cultists lay in heaps on the ground, their wounds weren't as violent, but with bones protruding from ruined flesh, and bloodied cracked skulls, it wasn't really a very wide comparison.
"Commissar." Major Perigrad handed him a rifle as he stood, wiping his bloody hands on the dead cultists tunic before taking it.
"Thank you, any ideas gentlemen?" He asked, looking at the three newfound comrades. One of the bodyguards had a split lip and he looked over into the hallway,
"Well, we should go investigate the source of that noise sah." The group nodded, a logical choice, and began trooping into the corridor.
"Duffy look at this," One of the bodyguards spoke up pointing towards the horrible insigna of Chaos etched into the wall.
"Barmy bastards, the lot of 'em Renty." The two Praetorians chuckled with nervous laughter.
"Quiet lads, we've got work to be done."
The ad hoc squad traversed the corridors, keeping to the shadows in attempts to dodge cultist patrols, but these areas were empty. A small sign indicated a way to the cafeterium, "We can cut through 'ere." The soldier Renty said, nodding his way to the steel doors. They peered through the window, at least three dozen cultists were setting up some makeshift defenses in a line towards the doors. They were coming on their flank.
"What do you think Perigrad?" The old Major seemed to ponder the possibility,
"Well Falkirk, sah, with all due respect, I'm afraid it really won't be very fair to the traitours." The Commissar grinned at his friends charismatic display of manly prestige.
"Right, we'll take up positions along that line of pillars and let them have it, Emperor protect you boys." The squad busted in through the steel door and opened fire.
The cultists were taken completely by surprised, the trained lasshots of these four veteran soldiers were true, clipping a good amount of the heretics before they even knew what hit them. Sporadic lasfire shot back at them in confusion, but more trained lasfire ripped them to pieces.
"Good shooting lads!" The Commissar called out, coming around the lip and firing, clipping a cultist in the head his blood, a crimson spray igniting all over the wall.
However, the cultists sooned formed a coherant line and it wasn't long before even the Commissar realised that they had the superiour firepower and cover. An idea struck him now, he looked over a series of clumped dead fallen Kriegsmen, staring at what lay pinned to their belts. A medium wall of cover stood over where they were limp on the ground, and he looked over at the Praetorians.
"Can you boys give me some cover fire, I've got a plan." The trio nodded and began pumping out intense and accurate shots into the cultist line. Falkirk made a dash and slid into the cover, a lasshot whizzed passed his arm, slightly burning his flesh. He grunted in pain but was relieved to see he was alive, he gave Perigrad a thumbs up to assure him he was okay. He pulled the nearest cultist body towards him and unclipped the two grenades on his belt. He primed one and wearily assessed the range, tossing it over the lip of the wall and letting it drop.
It fell just short, but blasted a chunk of the wall over, screaming cultists were crushed underneath the massive and heavy tables being used as cover. He was just about to prime the grenade when all of the shooting seemed to stop, and a familiar, cool laughter rang out across the cafeterium.
"Bravo Hestin, bravo."
"Fernz you bastard!" Falkirk roared out from his covered positon.
"Come now, no need for name calling! It seems your friends are trying to save you... how utterly pathetic. I'm afraid this game has gone on for too long Hestin, but I need you alive. Kill the rest boys."
The cultists seemed to ignite with fury and they poured over their makeshift wall in a charge.
"By the Empera'!" One of the bodyguards shouted opening fire from his position. Falkirk slid the grenade into the centre of the room, blowing at least six cultists to pieces and wounding at least three other. He lifted his own lasrifle and began peppering the charging enemy with fire.
The trained shots killed the first wave of cultists, but more had taken firing positions on the wall and it became clear of the outcome of this fight.
Despite the racquet of gunfire and war, all Falkirk could hear was the icy, evil laughter of Fernz.
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Horus raged among the cultists like the blood god they worshipped. His men fired at the frantically retreating cultists and the floor was slick with blood, old and new alike. As the last traitor fell Horus and his men charged onwards, stumbling into the cafeteria, where Fernz stood waiting for them. He himself retreated out but his bodyguards opened fire immediately. Horus yelled with rage: "Let the base run with traitor blood boys! The emperor guides our hands! We are the hammer of the emperor and those maggots are just a obstacle waiting to be crushed by us!" His men roared their approval and returned fire.
Sandara was breathing hard as the imperial blasted away at the orks and cultists outside the camp. She was completely exhausted.
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The gunfire studdered for a moment, and then all hell broke loose. The cultists seemed to be diverting their attention to something else. Falkirk leaned around his cover and looked back at the Praetorians. Renty and Duffy were cheering with delight and dancing, while Major Perigrad stood looking admirably.
"Reinforcements, sah!" Falkirk beamed at the Major roared with delight. He looked back towards the intense fire fight and gathered his wit.
"Come on lads we need to get in there!" The Praetorians nodded and came up to Falkirk's position. The ad hoc squad fired discplined and trained shots, blasting the cultists in the back and annihilating any form of retaliation that could be mustered. It wasn't long before the cultists realised how bad of a position they were in, and morale began to waver.
Close combat had taken place in the cafeterium now, the Krieg soldiers fighting their fallen brothers in a bloody mess of violence. Falkirk and his friends joined the fight, he ran in firing point blank into the face of a cultists, his skull exploding from the heated shot and melting.
He bashed another cultist in the back of the neck, snapping it, and kicking the legs out from under him. He crouched and unleashed two trained shots, confirming a double kill. All around him he Krieg soldiers were overpowering the cultist resistance and soon every last one of the heretics lay dead in heaps on the ground.
Falkirk wiped sweat and blood from his face and was pulled up by Major Perigrad.
"Dammit Horus," He looked over as he saw the Sergeant finishing off a cultist as the traitour tried to crawl away on the ground, "But thank you. How did you figure it all out? And where the hell did Fernz go?"
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The Ork line was crushed, the Imperial forces whooping as they drove off the last of the greenskins. A break in the Orkish line meant rest, a meal, and perhaps even some relaxation. The human line steadied, forming parties that would alternate on their break and prepped themselves in case of another raid. It had been a bloody day but they had driven the xenos back.
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"What in the emperors name? Where's the electricity?" Horus asked when suddenly his hand shot up to his comm unit. "Damn I can't contact Kagmar or anyone else. This is just what happened before the massacre!" thinking back to the terrible dark eldar attack on the city he had guarded Horus shivered.
Sandara had long drifted into a light sleep and only woke for a short time because of the cheering before returning to the land of dreams.
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Kagmar was chasing after the Orks, but when he tried to contact Horus the comms equipment wouldnt work. With a forenoding feeling he ordered his men to fall back.
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All across the fortress, the power went dead, the entire area cloaked in darkness. The only light came from the starry sky above their heads, and a wave of nervous tension evoked the rejoicing Imperial lines. Something was going on. Com lines were dead, lasgun packs were drained, it was almost as if something was sucking the power clean out of the fort.
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The darkness was absolute, Falkirk could barely see the man in front of him. "Stay close, dammit I bet Fernz was behind this." The group stayed in a tight formation, eyes outward and weapons pointed all around sweeping.
"My bloody light won't turn on." Duffy said, smashing his lasgun with his palm in frustration.
"Neither will mine." Renty spoke up, his voice barely masking the fear he felt inside.
Falkirk nodded, realising that there was more going on than they could imagine.
"Our plan right now should be getting to the surface, this place is a death trap we don't know how many men Fernz has got but we do know that the men up top with Kagmar are allies, Horus, take point. Perigrad, Renton and Duff, you watch the rear. Everyone else stay tight, eyes on alert, move 'em out."
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He stalked quietly, sweeping low and steadying his rifle across some ruined wall paraphet. He studied the humans individually, his scope moving from one head to the other in slow graceful arcs. The humans were confused, it seems that the Farseer hadn't failed on her end.
"Move." Shadows emerged from all over the area, as one the cloaked squad of five swiftly swept forward towards the Imperial HQ.
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Horus followed Falkirk to the surface but remained ready for battle, his chainsword humming and his boltguns trigger about to be pulled. His men were also ready for anything. They knew about the corsair attacks and how they destroyed whole planets in a matter of days.
Sandara was still sound asleep.
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The Orks seemed to be regrouping in the distance, the faint sound of Wartrukks and other gastly sounds of Ork machinery were clinking off. The Imperials readied themselves, but with half of their weapons off line for no logical explaination, moral was low and the line was unprepared.
To make things worse it began to rain.
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Falkirk shuddered as the cool rain pounded all around them. "Come on lads." They began bumping into lost and confused soldiers and soon their ad hoc squad began to grow in number. They hunkered down in the medical tents where luckly, no electronic equipment were being used for operational procedure. Kriegsmen were very precise on their wounded, they wanted no mistakes and they realised they could fight in very verastile and abstract locations, they were prepared something Falkirk had to admire.
"Sah, what do you make of all this?" Perigrad himself was confused, staring off into the torret of rain.
"All so unexpected isn't it?" There had been no detection of rain and yet here a substancial down pour had enveloped the entire area. Something was going on, but what?
In the distance the sound of a scream of agony erupted, Falkirk gripped his chainsword tightly, "Horus, get your men assembled and follow me," He turned to face the Praetorians, "I need you three to get this line under control... and find a certain Corporal Kagmar, you'll find him useful. Let's move it!" After issuing his orders, the Commissar embarked, trudging almost blindly through the rain to the source of the scream.
"Horus? Where the he-, oh there you are," He gripped his friends shoulder tightly, "What do you think of all this? What the hell is going on?"
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It penetrated his mind, the though envoking his entire being.
Press onwards, remain undetected. It was a feminine voice, yet chilling to the bone.
Of course Farseer, as you command, our mission will be complete.
The Rangers fanned out, in a wide arc covering ground just as the massive rain storm came to give them cover. He didn't know how she managed such things of power, but it wasn't his place to know or to ask. The Path of the Outcast was indeed a lonesome one.
His squad swiftly took into the Imperial fortification, the defenses weak as the rain and their camo cloaks provided excellent cover and stealth, not to mention the power was knocked out for miles on end. They moved through the torrent, but not blindly. They had a mission, a purpose here, they knew what they were after and they knew the Humans were to inferior to realise what they were sitting on.
Target ahead, alone. Take him? Another thought came into his mind, he responded,
Take him. The shot resounded silently clipping the human in the throat, he erupted in a scream. Daeconer's eyes lit up, raising his own rifle he finished the human off with a shot to the head. The body crumpled over in a head on its side.
They converged on the body, creating a ring around it while Daeconer searched it. Strange markings and tears were on this ones uniform, Chaos... So the Humans had stumbled onto it. The blind fools, the blind, blind fools.
Let's go. They nestled quietly into an abandoned tent, Daeconer studied over his mission in his mind one last time. He could feel the taint, the dark presence of Chaos, and it wracked his body in profane and unspeakable ways. His mission would be completed here.
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Horus looked at the commisar, dazed. He had been in a world of pain, reliving the massacre. "To me it looks like the witchcraft of eldar corsairs sir." Horus answered Falkirks. "If I'm right we'd better prepare quickly. Those pigs strike from the shadows." Horus shuddered as a terrible thought entered his mind: "There might even be some of that scum inside our fortification."
Sandara was stirring.
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Kagmar had a fore boding feeling he had to get to the commisar.
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Major Perigrad and his two bodyguards bolted towards the Imperial lines, they searched amongst the men. "Kagmar? Kagmar? Are you bloody Kagmar?" Moving amongst the ranks of men, a strange confusion and sense of dread seemed to envelope the soldiers. Perigrad nodded to a few soldiers who were sitting about, "Get off your lazy arses and look for a Corporal Kagmar!" With a few 'Yes, Sir!'s the search for the Corporal began to narrow down. Finally he stumbled upon a lone soldier who was glancing off into the distance, his uniform bore the insignia of Corporal and he knew at once he had found his man.
"Corporal Kagmar, my name is Major Perigrad, I've got some news to tell you."
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They stumbled upon the dead corpse, two shots had taken the man out and Falkirk looked wearily at the body. Definatley Eldar design, the long rifles had pierced the poor soul and killed him almost instantly. But he inspected the uniform closer, odd symbology and inscriptions were scrawled across his flak armour and for a moment the Commissar was taken aback, this was indeed a fallen Kriegsman.
"The hell is this?" He whispered half to himself. No footprints or any other signs of life were in the area but he knew he was standing out in what could be a kill zone. He lifted his head and gazed the around, he hadn't noticed how hard it was raining but the downpour was becoming absolute.
"I can't see a frakking thing." One of the Krieg soldiers muttered, another one agreeing.
An explosion rippled somewhere where a clump of tents were and the sounds of a violent, albeit, brief firefight broke out.
"Seems we're on the trail Horus, let's move. Quiet as you like boys." They crept low, sweeping over into the makeshift tent city and into one of the olive green and musty brown tents. It was eerily silent after the ripple of battle had sounded, and no signs of any action were to be seen. Something had exploded that much was for certain, and there were xenos here, that was also true.
Heretics and Xenos, just what he needed creeping along his back door at a time like this. His bolt pistol was clenched tightly in his hands and he looked about alert and ready. He poked his head out of the tent quickly and took a glimpse down the road where he saw another body hunched over dead.
"Horus, I think we're onto something." He was staring at the ground, a trail of blood making a path as rain splashed, turning the hard ground to a light mud.
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Look out! The Farseer had roared into his mind and he lifted his gaze. Sweeping low onto the ground and using his Chameline Cloak to conceal him, he poked his body out into the road of the tent city where a patrol of at least a dozen of the humans were searching about. They were complaining,
"Gun isn't shooting."
"Shut up would you, keep it quiet." The way they talked, their voices twisted... it was the work of Chaos at its finest.
Thirteen Targets. Mark, fire on my command.
He faintly heard the setting up of firing positions as his team took aim.
Fire. The Rangers unleashed a volley of destruction into the fallen human squad. They dropped all over, shots blasting through brain and skull creating a gory mess. One of the humans roared and unpinned a grenade, priming it but getting clipped in the throat and dropping, the grenade detonating in the midst of the cultist squad.
Blood and body parts spewed off in all directions, one of the cultists however had lived and made a blind dash down the road past the Eldar who watched gracefully. Daeconer lifted his rifle and in one fell swoop fired, catching the human in the back of the head and dropping him face first into the mud. Blood was trailing as the rain created a sloppy mess of mud, organs, blood, and body.
Keep moving. The Eldar progressed, dashing across the open ground and sliding into another row of tents. He could feel the presence growing stronger, they were nearing their target.
"Humans to the rear." One of the squad brothers hissed out.
Daeconer turned his attention to him momentarily, "Felit'a, watch them."
The Eldar named Felit'a nodded and swooped about, crouching and aiming down the sights of his rifle. He shook his head, they were not Chaos but standard Imperial.
"Ignore them. Move." The squad progressed out the rear of the tents and began swiftly and silently cascading forward, providing overwatch for one another as they moved.
And then they heard the faintest thing, it chilled him deeply, the sound of manic laughter.
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Horus looked up. He thought he had seen a flicker in the distance. "Sir, I think there's something over there." he said, pointing to the location where he had spotted the movement.
Sandara made her way through the frontline looking for Falkirk, maybe he knew what was going on.
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Kagmar snapped to attention.
"Yes sir what is it?"
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Major Perigrad looked the boy over, he was still young but seemed to have decades of experience behind his eyes. "Our Commissar Falkirk is in some trouble, he'll need your help." He nodded off in the distance past the heavy rain storm, "Head off that way to the abandoned sector of base, you'll link up with the Commissar and some of the boys there, good luck, we'll keep this line held Corporal." He nodded to Kagmar and pushed him on us way. He stared ahead now over the ramparts, the artillery behind him beginning bombardments of the enemy as they rolled up into positions. Soon the fight would be brought straight to the greenskins... soon...
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Falkirk looked over at Horus for a moment and then followed his gaze, "It could be rain playing tricks on you Sergeant, but we'll check it out anyways there's definatley something out here." He nodded and looked over at his squad. They moved into action, taking up firing positions and setting up covering solutions. They began a very concious trek across the open ground into the empty tent. Falkirk stormed it first, bolt pistol raised at the ready, the tent however was empty.
There was no sign of any life in it, no sign of any recent disturbances. He bit his lower lip in confusion, something was go-
An explosion sounded nearby, the tent around them engulfed in flame. "Down! EVERYONE DOWN!" The Commissar roared out orders as light mortar shells exploded all around them. What the hell was going on?
"Horus, take three and start heading on the left flank, I'll take the rest and form a pickett here, MOVE!"
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We're being followed. Daeconer could have laughed at the overly cautious humans, foolish Jresda had exposed himself momentarily and one of the humans had seen him. He pushed back his brothers, they would need to keep moving the enemy was nearby.
They moved ahead, Felit'a watching the humans at the rear in case they made a sudden lunge. Eyes ahead he felt his target, they were here. An old abandoned bombed out sector of the Human Compound lay ahead, there was no sign of life but Daeconer was not stupid, he could smell the stench of Chaos miles away and the stench was strongest here. He nodded, his Rangers making firing positions around the area, aiming down the sights as he slid into a ruined concrete building he scanned the area.
The laughter started distantly, straight ahead he saw a head movement and then all hell broke loose. The cultists were holed up in buildings with heavy weapons, unleashing salvos of heavy bolter fire into their positions. He should have known the humans would have used such tactics, their riflemen were armed with stubrifles, they must of raided some old armoury.
"Kill them!" He lifted his rifle and scanned, the sight locked over one of the cultists heads as he loaded a new clip into his heavy bolter. He pulled the trigger, his long rifle's bullet smashing into the face of the unlucky human, his brain splattering against the back wall. He fired two more shots, killing his two partners and smiled.
Daeconer, he is escaping. The Farseer's thought was nervous, he could understand, she had felt his evil presence and knew he would be here some months ago. In vain the Eldar had searched and finally they had found their man. The foolish Imperials had abandoned the atmosphere allowing the Eldar to take control of the system. Curiously he pondered what these humans were still doing here, dismissing the thought he returned to his mission.
Focus fire on our target, do not let him escape. Trained fire was making quick work of the hasty defenses when all of a sudden the rear lines exploded. The cultists were firing mortars but they were dropping to far overhead, Daeconer didn't understand, neither did his six man team. They continued firing, mopping up what they could but it became clear of the superiour firepower. One of his Rangers grunted and slumped over next to him.
Teliya is hit, Teliya is hit! He felt another body slide next to the grunting body of Teliya as the teams medic, Felit'a got to work.
He provided whatever cover he could but he was ultimately pinned down, unable to move, unable to even breath.
Daeconer...
I will be fine Farseer, I will be fine.
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Horus nodded and started to take his team down the flank.
Sandara stamped her foot angrily. Where was that useless soldier?
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