Inquisition cypher omaga-secondus ACCEPTED - Greetings Inquisitor Lord.
File order ACCEPTED - Searching for [PLATE IX] Reclaimation of Khaml [M39] - File order ACCEPTED - Searching for [PLATE V] Rescue Of Imperial Governer & Inquisitor Brouge - File order ACCEPTED - OPENING FILE . . .. .. ... ...
Khaml is the outer most planet in the Argent system, it is the capital of the system and has the greatest PDF [Planetry Defence Force] presence. During the second decade of M39 the planet alomst fell to a cultist uprising, the uprising was quelled after 11 standard terran months thanks to the involvement of the Angels of Vengance & the 42nd Khamlalian.
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++127/2 Despatch Via Astropath++
++Encryption ALPHA 3++
From:IG/=I= Command at Geostor Hive
To:Adeptus Astartes / Strike Force 'Eternal Vigilance' [Angels Of Vengance Strike Force]
As expected the heritical cultists are converging on Geostor Hive in an attempt to capture/kill the planetary Governer. Battle group 'Crowe' en route to assist ETA 14.35 hours. Heavy ressistance expected as 75% of the planets population has sided with the heritical cultists. Request immediate Assistance.
++127/5 Despatch Via Astropath++
++Encryption ZETA 18++
From:Adeptus Astartes / Strike Force 'Eternal Vigilance'
To:IG/=I= Command at Geostor Hive
The Strike Force Stands READY to crush the herertics. Arrival in system estimated at 24 hours, arrival at Geostor Hive estimated at 32 hours. you must hold the heretics until we arrive. Planetary Governer Grouge primary objective. destruction of hertical forces secondary objective. Captain Micheal Gabriel - Captain of the tenth company OUT.
Inquisitor Hermand Brouge squeezed the trigger of his storm bolter sending two rounds into the mass of cultists that had overrun the governors’ spire. He squeezed the trigger once again causing two cultists to disintegrate showering their fellow cultists in a crimson spray.
To his right his death cult assassin danced elegantly between the cultists’ ranks, severing limbs, her twin blades effortlessly cutting through flesh and bone. She deftly swooped under a rather large cultists axe before jumping upwards. As she did her blades lashed out decapitating him before once again continuing her elegant dance of death.
Suddenly Brouge felt a vast psychic discharge reverberate through the warp. He spun to witness his psychic aid Elane unleashing bolts of psychic energy into the cultists before her. The unlucky cultists caught up in the attack started to convulse violently and as the attack continued the smell of burnt flesh filled the air as the lightning did its work.
After several seconds of unleashing psychic lightning into the oncoming cultists Elane relented. Exhausted she slumped to her knees, she was breathing heavily and on the verge of collapse. The cultists where closing in and she did not have the strength for another attack. Luckily for her captain Shaw strode forward with his plasma gun, unleashing pulses of pure energy into the oncoming hoard. Charing the cultists flesh with the power of a small sun.
Captain Shaw pulled the trigger again and again each pulse turning several cultists into charred corpses. The captain could feel the heat radiating off the weapon, soon he would have to let it cool down or risk it overheating but until then he would keep firing. The captain shifted position slightly ducking down behind an over turned desk. He took three deep breaths to steady his aim before bringing his weapon to bear once more.
Elane sat slumped behind the same desk, her vision was blurred and she couldn’t gather her thoughts. Her extremities felt numb and she couldn’t speak, the exhausted psyker slipped out of consciousness, sliding downwards before slumping against a column.
Captain Shaw ducked behind the desk again as a hail of auto-gun rounds passed above his head. He noticed Elane slumped against the column. “Lucky for some” he joked. His plasma gun was on the verge of overheating but he had to keep it firing. Bracing himself on the desks’ legs he stood up, firing as he did.
The light blue pluses incinerated swathes of the onrushing cultists. You had to give them credit they weren’t trained, but they sure were persistent Shaw thought to himself. He pulled the trigger back holding it down letting pulse after pulse shoot out into the sea of bodies.
As a group of assaulting cultists tried to pull down two guardsmen from the 42nd Khamlalian, Shaw swung his plasma gun and fired incinerating the cultists. Leaving the two men shaken but alive, quickly he brought the gun to bear on the cultists trying to get to grips with him.
The close range plasma blasts engraved an after image onto Shaws’ retina. The two men dropped to the ground their torsos evaporated by the close range blast. Shaw ducked down and blinked his eyes vigorously to clear the after image. As it faded he once more stood up to unleash the plasma guns fury. As he pulled the trigger the weapons cooling systems catastrophically failed destroying the plasma gun and throwing Shaw onto the marble floor, knocking him out.
As Shaw regained consciousness he was met with an excruciating wave of pain that washed over him. He opened his eyes and immediately saw the source of the pain. His fatigues on his left arm where shredded, the skin underneath severally burned and several deep lacerations ran across the inner arm. He quickly surveyed the area; Elane was still slumped unconscious against the column, two troopers had filled the gap left by Shaw. Next to them stood cardinal Helstrum, his mighty eviserator rested across his shoulders and a litany upon his lips.
Shaw sat up, using his good arm to prop himself up. He staggered to his feet and then proceeded to slowly stumble over to Helstrum and Elane. As he reached the overturned desk he tripped falling awkwardly, his fall only stopped by the column. Shaw rested his back on the column and slid down to the floor next to Elane.
His breathing was shallow and he kept fading in and out of consciousness. Shaw knew he was going to die and welcomed it, he had served the emperor faithfully and now he would get to reside at his side for eternity. As he shut his eyes his pain went away and he felt at peace.
Then a sharp pain shocked him back to life, he opened his eyes to a bright light shining in front of him. Then he was unceremoniously grabbed by the collar and shaken roughly. Crouching opposite him was an imperial guard medic; at his feet were various needles and other pieces of medical equipment.
“Captain, Captain, wake up.” The voice seemed incredibly distant. Shaw was once again grabbed by the collar and shaken roughly.
“Captain!” The voice was now much closer.
“Captain, you have got to move.” The voice strained over the din of battle.
Shaw quickly nodded a sign of approval.
“Captain I’ve given you several pain reduction drugs along with bandaging up your arm.” The medic continued.
Shaw went to stand but he was still unsteady on his feet and he stumbled, falling back against the column. The medic reached over to grab him but just then a stray lasbolt struck the unfortunate medic squarely in the temple. The crimson bolt pierced the medics’ helmet and went clean through his skull. The lifeless form of the medic dropped limply onto the floor.
Shaw stared deeply into the lifeless eyes of the medic. He felt anger that he was unable to do anything and sorrow at the loss of another brother in arms. He quickly banished all thoughts of the subject from his mind and focused on getting Elane out of harms way.
He slowly shifted round the column, to get into position to drag her to relative safety. Cardinal Helstrum and the two guardsmen were still standing behind the desk, firing into the cultist hoard. The cardinals bolt pistol rang out probably executing a wounded cultist. Shaw grabbed Elane with his good arm turning her around, he then put his arm around her and slowly dragged her backwards.
They approached the main hall two Khamlalian soldiers rushing over to help drag Elane into the relative safety of the main hall. As soon as they were inside a duo of medics rushed over to attend to Elane and himself. Only after their arrival did Shaw allow himself to once more slip out of consciousness.
Inquisitor Brouge surveyed his situation, both his psychic aid and Captain Shaw were unconscious and in need of medical treatment. Luckily though his death cult assassin and cardinal Helstrum were inflicting grievous amounts of damage to the attacking cultists.
Brouge ducked back into cover as a hail of lasbolts and auto-gun rounds sailed over his head. The only reason they where on the back foot was because of the cultists numbers. The troops that defended the spire were outnumbered at least 1000:1, the reality was probably that estimate was nowhere near close to showing how frakked they were.
He stepped out of cover and fired a sustained burst into the onrushing cultists. The high explosive rounds severed limbs with ease, yet still more rushed towards Brouge.
He levelled his storm bolter once more, squeezing the trigger tightly, he felt the kick of the weapon as it fired on full auto. Each round obliterating swathes of the cultists. Yet they still rushed on, what I wouldn’t do for a couple of squads of grey knights, the inquisitor thought to himself.
Another burst of inaccurate gunfire made him retreat back behind cover. This was becoming ridiculous, for every one they killed another one quickly replaced him. They needed a way to empty the reception room and quickly. Using his ear bead he quickly opened up a comm-channel to general Deitre. The leading officer of the 42nd Khamlalian who were defending the spire.
“General?” Brouges’ voice strained from all the shouting.
“Yes, this is general Deitre of the 42nd Khamlalian.” The reply echoed across the comm-channel.
Good Brouge thought; at least the men’s leader was still alive.
“What weapons do you think the spires armoury has in it?” Brouge questioned.
“What you after?” The gruff voice of the general replied.
“Flamers.” Brouge asked hopefully.
After several tense seconds the generals’ voice came across the comm-channel once again. “I’ve despatched a squad to find out for you. They’ll be a few minutes.”
“Thanks general we’ll be waiting for their arrival.” Brouge replied.
He turned off his comm link to the general and opened a new one with the cardinal and his death cult assassin. “Helstrum & Operative OH0011, fall back; Flamers en route.”
As soon as he finished speaking he could see OH0011 deathly leap backwards over the makeshift barricades. A few seconds later he witnessed Cardinal Helstrum hacking his way out of the maelstrom of combat with great swings of his eviserator. As he disengaged, several guardsmen fired their lasguns into the onrushing cultist, the crimson blasts piercing the cultist’s un-armoured flesh.
He turned back towards the main hall waiting for the flamers to turn up. As he did this the fighting seemed to intensify as a fresh wave of cultists poured in. Brouge swung out of cover firing his storm bolter putting down several attackers with as many shots. He ducked back into cover to reload looking in the direction of the main hall. He slid the magazine in to the bottom of the storm bolter and once again stared at the main halls entrance.
As he was just about to turn away ten Khamlalian soldiers poured out of the main hall four of them where carrying heavy flamers. The group of soldiers kept low and scuttled down to the defence line, their squad mates covering them with laser fire as they traversed the open ground.
All four heavy flamers made it to the defence line, with their squad mates right behind them. Brouge could see them making hand signals to each other, then as one they all stood up the flamers dousing the whole foyer in flames while the lasguns laid down covering fire. The cultist had nowhere to go; the back ones pushed forward sending the front ones directly into the all consuming flames.
Their screams filled the air and the smell of burnt flesh was completely overpowering. Brouge turned and strode away into the main hall, as the flames danced behind him.
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