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this is a little something i came up with, its obviously not finished but anny comments would be welcome
A sudden explosion behind Brother Sergeant Chaelstion informed him that the ork barrage had struck the lone predator offering assistance to his only squad. His call for assistance had not yet been met, as he was well aware even before his squad was dropped into the city that his company master did not want to commit a full on assault on the ork tide. His squad was one of the few unlucky squads separated from the main wave sent in to capture the city from the greenskins’ hands. An almighty war cry echoed hauntingly through the street as a tide of orks ran the distance between them and tactical squad Gaius, in the ruins of the manufactorum the squad braced themselves for the attack, Brother Julius rested his heavy bolter on the ruins of the wall as the rest of the marines set up firing positions along the walls. The ork barrage had now stopped to allow for the ground troops to finish off the remnants of the unit that had been sent to take the city from their hands. From the silence a deafening roar of gunshots erupted from the manufactorum as the marines opened fire on the charging greenskins boltshell after boltshell pummelled into the charging tide with many of their number being cut down. His did not slow the charge but more than likely egged the orks on to get into combat as quickly as possible. As the orks were getting closer the nerves of the marines were being tested. Chaelstion flicked the switch on his chainsword as he felt the familiar vibration in his right arm and the whirring in his ears. “Stand firm Brothers, Let the ork filth crash upon your weapons for there shall be no victory for them this day!” he cried in reassurance to his fellow Brothers. The tide was about to crash upon the defiant space marines when Chaelstion received the message that reinforcements had arrived in the form of the revered Dreadnaught Garcon – who had been a saviour for Chaelstion many times and the debt repaid many times again by Chaelstion. The assault cannon opening fire as the mighty war machine strode forward into the oncoming tide cutting down the ork tide until it was no more. On Chaelstions orders the squad initiated its counter attack with all members charging towards the ork encampment knowing certain death was bestowed upon them if they could not break through the ork lines. “FOR THE EMPEROR!” cried the squad as they crashed against the ork lines. Dreadnaught Garcon mowing down several unlucky orks that tried to gain the best of him. The remaining brothers that hadn’t been cut down before the viscous orks found themselves to be out numbered and outclassed; even so they fought defiantly against the orks using their combat knives to slash at the ork weak spots spraying crimson blood across the orkish green and blood red power armour of the Angels Of Armageddon – a remembrance to those who died on the god forsaken planet which they wore proudly for the emperor, others however being cut down by the ork ferocity not standing a chance against the xenos warriors. Chaelstion now a veteran of many battles against the xenos dispatched many of the orks challenging him; his chainsword ripping through the ork flesh sprayed blood across his unhelmeted head, before he knew it he was assaulted by another ork who he dispatched quickly with a shot to the head from his trusty boltpistol, he tried the same with the next ork but the ork was too quick smashing his hand away with his axe and bringing his hand across with his pistol to finish the job however Chaelstion was too quick for the lowly ork and brought his sword to the belly of the ork ripping through like a knife through butter. Chaelstion had grown tired of orks, orks he now hated. Dreadnaught Garcon now surrounded with freshly dead orks, just finished flaming the poor ork clamped by his power fist missed the ork demo charge being placed on the his shoulder, as the fighting thickened the charge detonated destroying the war machine and the explosion killing most of the orks and all of the brother marines. Chaelstion battered and bruised, covered in blood after being knocked to the ground by the explosion clambered back up to his feet, he grabbed the company flag and hoisted it above his shoulder the remaining orks firing, throwing stones, knives, whatever they could get their hands on to bring the sergeant down, a lucky shot hit him in the neck, a wound Chaelstion knew he couldn’t survive but at least he could place the flag at the top of the building to show that all had not been lost and that at least one of the squads dropped had done something and contested part of the city, a part which could be used to drop the main part of the chapters and the supporting imperiums forces. Chaelstion now after raising the flag slumped down to its base and looked over the ruins of the city and saw a sight he was not expecting – the drop pods of the 2nd company of the Howling Griffons. Looks like Toraks not committing again Chaelstion laughed to himself through a mouthful of blood. As he slumped further towards the base of the flag he started to embrace what was about to come – death, the darkness seeping in from the corners of his eyes he laid there welcoming his death, his life spent serving for his immortal emperor. As darkness completely covered his eyes he heard shouting, firstly thinking it was orks and laughed to himself how he knew he had deprived them of their ‘fun’. After a little while he realised it was people, most likely a unit of the supporting imperial guard the 401st he thought. “Sergeant Baker we got a live one” shouted one of the men running over to Chaelstion to offer him assistance. “Medic we need a Medic over here!” he shouted which was quickly met by a medic sprinting across the ruins of the street. “Emperor be praised, I thought they were all dead, Company Captain Morovitch will be pleased that someone survived. Just keep him alive until those apothecaries of the Astarte’s can get to him”
“Im trying to sir but even for him these wounds are serious we need to get him out of here now! Get onto command and get him a thunderhawk out of here”
“Johnson as he says, hurry man”
The unfamiliar sound of a Valkyrie’s engines roared behind the captain as the mighty ship touched down and opened its passenger ramp to allow the entry of the wounded sergeant. And at the top of the ramp first sergeant Torak Morovitch and first apothecary Augustus stood waiting to receive the wounded commander. “Good to see you haven’t given up on us just yet huh old friend?” said Torak softly as he placed his hand on his old friends shoulder
”I don’t think the gods will let me die on this god forsaken planet ‘ey brother, thought you weren’t going to commit?” the words barely a whisper through the blood in his mouth. “But then what glory would be left for me when they hear you took the city single handedly and claim you killed every ork in the city?” jostled the old commander which was met by a gurgling that faintly resembled laughter from the wounded sergeant. The nearby guardsman’s face filled with bemusement over how these two super-human soldiers could joke at a time like this. “Emperor be praised Augustus keep him alive will you
I know what it's like to write a story and then have no one comment, so I'll spare you of that. I thought it was an entertaining story, and looks like an exciting beginning. The only problem is that it seems slightly, well ok, 100% like the DOW trailer. Still, it is a good read.
ay it was meant to be like that just for inspiration wise just until i could think of a plot line whichi now have and it revolves around huron blackheart, th badab war and the black crusades however it is totaly fiction and would never of happened in the universe but thnakyou for your feedback
Ok, good luck. Looking forward to it.
Yeah, i dunno, i guess most people are not interested in reading such a solid block of text. Perhaps some enters?
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