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Sequel to the aptly named Angel pt. 1 (Angel Pt. 1)
Just as he paused in confusion, the rooftops around Marius exploded into fire. Lasblasts and the chatter of autoguns filled the plaza with action. Marius quickly ducked into the protective cover of the drop pod and began to return suppressing fire. Sergeant Gaius spoke calmly through the vox, “take up position on firebase beta, I’m calling in gunships.” Marius quickly sighted the objective marked on his HUD. He leaned down and ran smoothly towards the building, his squad mates doing the same around him along with the other thirty marines that accompanied them. As he ran, he again heard his sergeant over the vox. “Overwatch, this is Angel three, we are converging on firebase beta and are under attack, I require gunship support code Zulu three on the rooftops surrounding DZ. Vector three-one-niner.” After a pause, a voice responded, “Angel three, Overwatch, command code confirmed, two gunships inbound vector three-one-niner, thirty seconds. Overwatch out.”
Just as they reached the entry to one of the two buildings, Marius heard the unmistakable whine of naval fighters as the gunships came out of the sky, attacking on the assigned vector. Beam lasers lanced out from wing-mounted turrets as rotary cannons on the chin strafed the rooftops, killing most defenders and scattering others. Marius turned back to the doorway as the noise of the engines faded into the distance. As Sergeant Martell of squad one motioned, the marines stormed the building; quickly clearing it room-by-room encountering only occasional defenders that were quickly silenced by controlled bolter fire.
As they finished, the roar of engines filled the plaza as two Thunderhawks landed and began to deploy fourth company to secure the rooftops and create a perimeter so a drop ship holding Serran Special Forces could land and kill the governor and others inside the palace. Gunshots rang out occasionally, echoing down the streets surrounding the compound. With the exception of the defenders that engaged them when they landed, there was very little in the way of resistance. This was worrying, intelligence showed that there was a very large troop concentration in the city; the fact that it was so quiet could only mean that they were grouping for a major attack.
After the perimeter was secured, the dropship containing the Special Forces began land. Out of nowhere, two enemy fighters shot into view, missiles streaking towards the aircraft. Although it began to turn, it was too late and the missiles slammed into it, blowing it apart. Marius knew as he watched the flaming wreckage drift to the ground that the mission had just changed.
The chatter of gunfire intensified. A huge wave of militia poured out of side streets and began running down the boulevard, assaulting the marines’ positions. Rocket trails streaked to and from the fortified buildings and the bolts of plasma and melta fire carved a path of dead from the crowd but still they came.
After several minutes of an intense firefight, Gaius came over the vox. “Squad three, we are to infiltrate the palace and take over the mission from the Serrans. Break contact and stack up on the door immediately.” Marius fired another few shots emptying his magazine and turned and ran to the palace doors. As a corporal, he was to lead his fire team of five through the door on the left while Gaius took the rest of the squad through the door on the right. Every marine reloaded and checked their weapons as the melta charges were being readied. The doors blew open as the detonators triggered the explosion. An instant later, four frag grenades sailed through the door, shredding anyone on the other side followed quickly by ten power-armored warriors as the marines rushed in, taking advantage of the surprise to kill any who remained alive. The only thing they found on the other side was a servitor, riddled with holes and oozing blood, pus, and hydraulic fluid as it sparked in several places where power relays had been severed.
The squad quickly walked down the wide hallway, seeing no one. The sounds of the battle outside grew ever distant as they walked down the dark corridor, weapons held at the ready. Another smaller corridor intersected the main one they were following. “Marius, continue with your team down this hall, I will take my team and clear this other corridor. Capture anyone you see and press them for information, this will make the search go faster.” “Yes, sergeant,” Marius responded, eager to find the traitor at the heart of the palace.
The tread of boots faded as the other fire team went down the other corridor. Marius could see their progress and a map on his HUD being updated as they traveled. Gaius spoke through the vox. “This corridor turns parallel to yours, Marius, be aware of your fire.” “Yes sergeant,” he responded, comforted by the fact that support was only a few feet away.
As they traveled down the corridor, they heard the patter of soft shoed feet; a servant in the palace was about to run into the corridor from a side hallway. Marius motioned for his fire team to get down and ready their weapons. As they did so, a young man burst into the hallway and, seeing the kneeling marines, turned and sprinted down the other way. The fire team got up and began to calmly walk after him.
“Sergeant, there is a palace servant running by your position, will reach you in three, two, one.” As he said one, an armored fist exploded through the wall, catching the young man on the side of the head and sending him sprawling. Just as he was regaining his senses, Marius was on him. He grabbed him by the front of his tunic and held him off of the ground. He could see the fear in his face as an odor hit his aromatic sensors. “I believe he has just defecated,” Marius said, hearing the amusement of his brothers echo in the hall.
I always picture marines to be so hardcore that, when they see them, people just say "Oh ****, here they come" and promptly crap themselves in fear, just wanted to illustrate that in a story rather than the standard kill everything breathing fluff.
The only constant in the universe is change, adapt or die.
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Again, I like this! Particularly when the giant fist punches through the wall and catches the fleeing servant.
Ha! Thought you could get away, did you?