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Sergeant Philiotas slipped silently through the deep old-growth forest. The moss cushioning his already silent steps, it was just like hunting hexapumas back on Delos only his prey now was even deadlier than that ferocious predator. He focused his hearing back the way he had come, his supernatural senses barely detecting the other members of his squad who were dispersed out following him, even brother Martien who was a new recruit to the chapter moved silently as any veteran. Philiotas inwardly praised himself and the other veteran squad members who had spent hours teaching the new recruit the ways of a scout. Unlike other Chapters' the scouts of the Emperor’s Shadow were veteran battle brothers who had shown a particular ability to move and kill silently, and Brother Martien was proving no exception.
As Philiotas neared the edge of the rocky canyon that lay before him he took up a concealed position while his squad found positions of their own. Looking down the canyon he could see the lead recon elements of the ork horde coming round the corner, Ork bikers raced alongside warbuggies, the use of recon elements marked these as particularly cunning orks but that would not be enough this day.
Philiotas and his squad had been battling the orks on this world for the last three months they had responded to a distress call from the planets PDF and while he did not possess the numbers to decisively defeat the invaders he had lead his squad and elements of the PDF in a deadly guerrilla war. While that had slowed the ork’s advance it had not halted it and slowly half the planet had fallen under the sway of the green skins. Every city and factory falling into their hands only made them stronger, and they were now readying for their last big push to crush the imperial defenders. But the time Philiotas and the PDF had bought in slowing the orks had been invaluable in three months a combined strike force of Emperor’s Shadow marines as well as the storied Blood Angels had been able to answer the call of this beleaguered planet. And now the day of judgement was at hand.
Here deep within the ork held territory the Space Marines were ready to deliver their crushing blow. The Ork warlord did not expect trouble so remote from the front lines and well his entourage made of the finest Ork warriors easily outnumbered the attacking Marines surprise would be complete. As the main column or orks rounded the bend Philiotas could only thank the Emperor that reinforcements had arrived when they did. The disciplined ranks of ork trukks drove in formation besides smoke belching battlewagons and looted Imperial Guard tanks. The ork vehicles were covered in massive scarred and deadly looking orks in black amrour. The discipline showed by the mob was very un-ork like and deeply disturbing to Philiotas who smiled a grim smile of satisfaction that this new deadly ork way of war would be ended here and now before it had time to spread across the galaxy causing untold suffering and loss.
Philiotas quietly vocalised into his vox unit as the main part of the column came abreast of his position. His squad had been given the honour of firing the first shots in the ambush in recognition of the blood they had shed already on this planet. He could not see them but he knew that all along the edges of the canyon the guns of his Chapter were trained upon the loathsome orks waiting for his signal. Sighting upon a large ork who was hanging out of the turret of a massive battlewagon Philiotas carefully aimed his Sniper rifle.
“On my mark.”
His shot punched through the orks skull and blew out the back of his head in a shower of brain fragments, he watched the body slump lifelessly back into the turret confirming a clean kill before switching to his next target. All along both sides of the canyon a storm of death was unleashed as Sniper rifle was joined by bolter, autocannon, missile launcher, and lascannon in a symphony of death. Missile streaked into trucks blasting them and their cargo of orks apart, bolters cut through the survivors that managed to extricate themselves from the wreckage. Though the ambushers’ fire was fierce and they had reaped a heavy toll the orks were numerous and the survivors reacted quickly and sought cover in the rocks along the canyon walls and amongst the wreckage of the vehicles. Battlewagons turned their mighty guns towards the hidden assailants and began pounding the Emperor’s Shadow’s positions. The battle was turning into a fierce fire fight.
But this was not all the forces of the Imperium had in store for the orks, breaking from hidden positions the red Rhinos and tanks of the Blood Angels broke from their hiding places and roared towards the orks. The charge was lead by a mighty land raider which careened forward one of its lascannnons firing on the move sliced through an ork trukk, its occupants vaporised in the blast. And then the Blood Angels were in amongst the orks. The land raider lowered its ramp and a squad of warriors in black armour lead by a Chaplain with his Crozius held high charged into the biggest mob of orks they could see. The orks who had dispersed amongst the available cover to hide from the punishing fire being unleashed from above were in no position to counteract this brutal close combat attack.
Even as the orks attempted to reorganise to meet this new threat a roar could be heard and on wings of flame the Blood Angels assault marines descended from the top of the canyon into the heart of the ork mob. The orks broke suddenly under this furious assault and began to flee back down the canyon to escape the judgement of the angels of death. But no escape was to be found a blocking force of Emperor’s Shadow assault terminators teleported into position behind the ork force, and met the fleeing orks with cold fury as they slaughtered any that tried to flee from the trap.
Philiotas watched as the last orks were cut down by the victorious space marines. Somewhere amongst all that carnage was the dead ork Warlord without his guiding force the orks on the planet would soon lose all organisation and fall to bickering and infighting, easy prey for the now strengthened human forces. It would not be long before this planet was once again wholly within the light of the Imperium.
Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed it c+c welcome
Last edited by sultansean; October 18th, 2009 at 10:21. Reason: for structure, why do all my tabs dissapear?
Nice, atmospheric story..
Fluffwise, I think wearing power armour doesn't impede a marine's movement much at all (hence why under the old rules all marines could infiltrate with the right traits) so in some ways it doesn't make so much sense to have veteran scout units specially for sneaky stuff, at least fluffwise anyway.. Marines can still be sneaky in power armour, the rules are just a bit harsh in this edition.
I'm presuming, though, that you want to field an above average number of scouts, so how about the chapter has a constant shortage of power armour (I used this one for an army of native-american inspired marines which I never made because they dropped the trait system) meaning that marines might have to serve for many years as scouts in carapace armour before being given power armour. This would explain them having to fight guerilla style as well, as they wouldn't have the heavy armour to stand up to serious combat.
Also, disciplined orks exist all over the place.. Under the old fluff, it used to be that younger orks would always adopt a strict military lifestyle with lots of uniforms and boot polishing, much to the amusement of older orks. I think they might have changed it into a seperate mental abberation (like an oddboy thing) which orks sometimes get rather than a phase, but as far as I can remember stormboyz are meant to be a good example of this kind of unorkyness.
I really liked the story though, and at the end of the day, that's what matters. Your ideas are good, just consider my comments as suggestions.
Last edited by The_Giant_Mantis; October 18th, 2009 at 05:03.
thanks for the reply, I am now going to try to counter your arguments, but i do really appreciate what you are saying.
Yup, the rest of the Marines are all very sneaky in their power armour, and in the previous edition would have all been infiltrating. However the scouts are SUPER sneaky (like really super sneaky, maybe imperial assassin sneaky) in their carapace armour, and well that doesn't really bear relevance to the story since it's a fairly routine advance I thought I should add it anyways to set the mood.
2) Chapter Organization
Wasn't planning on anymore scouts than normal, due to the whole chapter having a preference for stealth whether in Power, Scout or Terminator armour.
3) Disciplined Orks
hmm I'm no xenologist but what I have read of the new Ork codex makes it sound like only the Goff clan and Stormboyz show any real sort of discipline. And even then I would like to think that "discipline" is fairly loosely applied in these instances. In that case an entire waaagh of well disciplined orks from various tribes would be abnormal. I wanted to make them on a level with imperial Guard organized but had trouble conveying that in the story.