Horus nodded his approval. "But first I'll issue some backup. I don't want to be killed before I reach those greenskins." Suddenly his eye caught something in the horde. "You there" he called out to a random soldier "I want to know exactly WHAT they are forming. Go somewhere high and find out. I think I saw a certain symbol shaped for a few seconds."
Sandara noticed the men with the flamethrowers. She smiled, that meant they were going to charge.
The Commissar nodded, waving his arm over his shoulder to indicate the troop would be moving out. Heavy bolter fire raked down giving an overwatch to the soldiers who would prepare to advance. "The Emperor protects." He muttered half to himself.
The whistle blew, the men roared charing over the lip of the trench wall and moving forward under a covering spray of bolter and mortar fire. The Orks in the forward trenches seemed to be taken almost off guard by the advance but soon enough rose to challenge the offenders. Fire sprayed back at the Imperial line, a few Krieg soldiers fell from horrifying wounds of shrapnel and large gaping holes appeared in their slender frames.
The Commissar was the first into the forward trench, bringing his power sword down upon an Orks head, he used the greenskins body to give him leverage, pushing and soaring into the air firing his bolt pistol and clipping a few more greenskins before he hit the ground hard. The flamer squad opened up then, hot flame streaked back and forth roasting Orks alive, still however, the greenskins clawed forward, their skin melting off the bone.
"Damn these Orks!" He roared loudly, firing point blank at an Ork, the bolt smashing the creature in between the eyes and spraying blood and brain against the backside of the trench wall. He ripped his powersword out of the dead Ork's body and waved it into the air, "No retreat now lads! Victory or death!" The fighting was close and thick, flamer fire constantly spraying and causing hot death amongst the green ranks.
The Commissar had some breathing time and went to studying the Ork forces from a closer range, his chest tightened. The Orks weren't running back and forth at random intervals, they were fighting something... but what? Each other? It wasn't uncommon for Orks to do something so savage, however...
He saw the flashing red armour, familiar in his mind from his first encounter with the heretic group... the red emblems of Khorne.
Horus snarled at the servant of Khorne, that he had locked blades with: "What are you going to do? I have already killed many of your kind and even other more dangerous creatures couldn't stop me. You have no chance." The cultist jumped back, his eyes were clouded with bloodlust as he sized Horus up. Suddenly his expression changed as he spotted the bloodletters head dangling from the sergeants belt. In this moment of fear Horus leapt forward and cut the cultist in half. He then fired several rounds with his boltgun before engaging another cultist.
Sandara was in the same state as the cultists she was battling: her mind was filled only by the wish for blood. But she was the one who got her wish fulfilled. She had killed so many already in this battle that she had lost count and she was nearly entirely covered with enemy blood.
"Sacred Feth..." He muttered, the Orks were being slaughtered be hordes of Chaos cultists. Who in the Emperor was going on here? Why were servants of Khorne swarming over the planetside? In all his three months on fighting on Planet IV he had seen no signs of any Chaos taint, or anything other than Greenskins for that matter.
He lifted his bolt pistol high and roared out, the Greenskins in the forward trench were mostly dead, "Men of Krieg, regroup, fall in on me!" The men finished off whatever was left of the Orks and began assembling in an ordered line next to the Commissar. They fired over the lip of the trench into the frenzied battle between Chaos and Ork ahead of them. He paced, nervous and sweating underneath his cap, nothing was making sense anymore.
"Kagmar! Kagmar get the hell over here!" He called out for the Corporal not being sure where the Sergeant was. The mortar teams were moving their equipment forward and setting up to begin bombarding the battle ahead. Perhaps it would be better to let the two armies kill each other off, Falkirk stared off in a fearful gaze. The end was surely coming.
Horus quickly executed a few cultists with his bolt pistol while moving back towards the krieg line. Seeing that mad assassin still fighting, he smacked her with the but of his chainsword and dragged her out of the frenzy that would soon be fired at by the mortar teams. The krieg army could not afford such a loss. Not in this situation.
Sandara slipped into unconsciousness as something hit her head.
"Dammit Kagmar can you see this?" The battle between Ork and Chaos was an inferno of blood and bodies. Ferocity and utter hatred rocked the countryside, but the Cultists were beginning to overpower the Orks. The Krieg mortar teams had finished setting up and were beginning a bombardment of the battle line, bodies fell in all directions as the shells exploded in the heat of combat. Falkirk noticed the Sergeant and whatever was left of his squad returning to the line, he seemed to be dragging someone but he gave it no notice. Some of the Krieg men were continuing to fire into the battle, while others merely watched in awe and horror at the sheer violence that was in front of them.
He had dealt with servants of Khorne before, they were bloodthirsty, crazed, mad specimens of heretics. To think that they were on this planet made his stomach turn. His eyes watched as an Ork grabbed a cultist by the head and literally crushed it in his massive palms. He saw two cultists sneak up behind the same Ork and drive two crudely fashioned swords through his lower back adn out through his stomach. The Ork turned and killed both with his bare hands before falling over dead.
He reloaded his bolt pistol and set it shakily back into his holster, his powersword already back in its sheath. "By the Emperor..." Was all he could mutter.
Horus dropped Sandara to the ground and stared at the massacre taking place. Seeing an ork battling a cultist he raised his bolt pistol and shot the cultist through the head. The orks were definetely the lesser evil of the two. Mirroring the sergeant the troops around Horus concentrated their fire on the cultists.
Sandara slowly got up and looked around. What had happened?
The Commissar couldn't take his eyes away from the carnage ahead, the Krieg soldiers were firing everything they could but the sheer tide of bodies of xenos and heretics seemed never ending. Was it destiny that brought him to this hell of a planet, or just fate reminding him that he could never be truly happy?
The fighting continued, the cultists who had had the upper hand throughout most of the fight were beginning to take massive amounts of casualties as their impetuous charge began to break, and concentrated Krieg fire wasn't helping their lines much either. He scanned the horizon, looking for any sign of enemy reinforcements but could see nothing. The mortar volley's were decimating any enemy resistance and it wasn't long before the enemy forces had dwindled to almost nothing. The amount of bodies on the ground seemed uncountable, he grimaced at the sight of those mutilated and twisted frames. A tap on his shoulder awoke him from his daydream, a young vox officer was gesturing him over,
"Yes?" He merely said, the brim of his hat catching the red sun and creating a shadowy presence on his face.
"Sir, Central Command wants you back inside, seems they've got a few... problems."
"Specify." He kept his attention rapt now, something was occuring back in Command.
"I... I can't sir, it was classified information." Biting his lower lip, the Commissar pondered for a moment then nodded,
"Right, I'll go check it out, thank you." The soldier saluted quickly and seemed relieved at having informed Falkirk.
He hopped over the lip wall knowing the Sergeant could handle the front lines for now and jogged briskly back into friendly lines. He passed the medical tents and the Chief Medic waved at him, his apron coated in thick blood. He smiled and waved back quickly trying to move as far away as he could from that place of horrors.
He strode outside of the entrance of the Command Bunker and was surprised to see the lack of guards posted around the entrance. He was just about to turn back when he heard a soft thud behind him. Turning his eyes widened.
"Commissar Falkirk," The voice was cool, cutting, edgy and insane, "It seems we were destined to meet again."
"Fernz." All he could mutter was that name, his hands gripped into tight fists and he felt a strange sensation of anger run through him.
As if on cue, a dozen Krieg soldiers erupted from either side of him, but instead of pointing their guns at Fernz, they were aiming for the Commissar. He swore, it had been true, Fernz had fallen.
"Hestin, you've always been... to lenient with the ranks."
"Lenient? I've never shot a man who did not deserve it."
"That's because you've never shot a man at all." Fernz's features were wild, the Commissar stared intently into his eyes and saw the madness coursing through them. "You are weak Hestin, weak, and now I am strong, brave, and I will see that this regiment doesn't become another useless tool of a dying tyrant."
"You bastard Fernz, you traitourous vulture!" He reached for his bolt pistol but heard the whirring of lasguns and stopped short. Fernz began laughing, small manically his eyes rolling back into his head and he began foaming at the mouth. His fit finally stopped and he hacked loudly, coming about to look at the Commissar directly in the eyes.
"Why Fernz? None of this was necessary." Angrily Fernz turned sharply and pulled out his own laspistol,
"Not necessary? Why Hestin, how very rude of you."
"If this is about that command pos-"
"IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH A COMMAND POSITION," The fallen Lieutenant roared, firing point blank at one of his soldiers and hitting the man square in the side of the head. Bloody erupted from his ruined skull and he slumped over on the ground, the rest of the soldiers didn't flinch, like they had failed to notice, "You are weak Hestin, weak! Weak, weak, weak..." Madness had ovecome Fernz, the Commissar knew that he had to find a way to get out of this situation, but how?
Had the entire Command fallen too?
Horus noticed the commissar leaving and got up, signaling his men to leave Sandara to charge into the fray once more since the mortar teams were out of ammo. Suddenly a stormboy smacked into the ground next to Horus throwing him off his feet.
Sandara jumped up, drawing her energy swords and charged at the new enemy in their midst.
Horus snapped of several rounds at the stormboyz that had come down right after the first. One of the greenskins grunted as a bullet tore through it's right eye. Horus had regained a steady foothold again and charged at the third stormboy.
Sandara danced around the slugs and stabbed the foul ork through the heart.
Horus was getting impatient what in the emperors name was Falkirk doing? The men were getting demoralised by the absence of their leader. "Then I'll just have to take his place for a while." Horus muttered under his breath. With a loud roar he leapt into battle, his chainsword alive with hunger. Following the sergeant the Krieg line pushed forward.
Sandara had engaged the enemy only a few seconds after Horus.