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This is just part of a longer series of stories. Enjoy.
Brok sat alone in his room reminiscing the events of the past day. He is a man of average height, about 6 feet, of a large muscular build, with relatively short hair of a dark brown color, and blue eyes. For being only 51 standard Terran years, he had a wealth of experience. A scowl covered his face, as usual.
He sat in an ornately carved wooden chair at an Oak desk. The only things in the room besides the desk were a few weapons and a bed, with white sheets and a black blanket. On the desk were a short glass and a bottle of liquor, nicknamed Grox Shot. His mood remained as sullen as usual. Even drunk, Brok was a sullen man. Brok stood up and pushed the chair aside as he went to the window. Brok thought he heard the artillery of the Archenemy as he walked to the bed, and collapsed out of exhaustion.
Brok had spent the past two days hunting, and the previous night he had not even slept. He woke the next day, and dressed quickly. He went to the table in the main room of his four room apartment, met by the commander of Brok's Inquisitorial Stormtroopers, Veteran Sergeant Van Guilder, his Acolyte Arturus, Machine Adept Johanessan, and Collonel Sherman.
John Sherman was a moderately tall man, with slicked back hair that had been receding for the past five years of his difficult life. He wore Cadian patern Armour without a helmet and grey/green fatigues. Brok specifically chose Sherman to lead his force because of his stern and ruthless nature towards his enemies in battle. He is known to have once said,"War is cruelty. There is no sense reforming it. The crueler it is, the sooner it ill be over.
Brok stood after eating a piece of toast and orange juice. His head ached slightly from the night of drinking before. "It seems that the forces of Chaos have overwhelmed the PDF. We are the only element on Branica from the Crusade force, and it is our duty to reinforce the lines wherever possible. Sherman, where do we need to be?"
"There are three weak points that the forces of the Archenemy have exploited thus far. If we were to use my Inquisitorial Guard forces to patch these holes, we may buy ourselves some more time. I will not lie to you, Brok, we are fighting a losing battle. PDF regiments are hardly an obstacle for the fallen Astartes legions, combined with the gunfodder of mutants and traitors that follow them. This system is perilously close to being overrun, and our limited forces, however elite, cannot stop that alone," replied Collonel Sherman.
"I have informed the Warmaster of the current situation. Adept Johannesan, accompany Sergeant Van Guilder and 250 Stormtroopers to site A," said Brok, pointing to a location on a map. "Sherman can fill the largest gap with our regiment of veterans, at B, and Arturus and I will take 500 Inquisitorial Stormtroopers to the second largest gap, at site C."
"Understood," chorused the rest of the men at the table. Brok told them to leave as soon as they had finished eating, and then departed to his room. There, Brok donned carapace armour, and a greatcoat fitted with pieces of carapace in various vulnerable positions. He emerged from his quarters fifteen minutes later and gathered his weapons. He holstered a master crafted bolt pistol on each thigh, his shotgun on the rigging put in place on the back of his armour, and a bolt rifle he had modified with a longer barrel, a scope, and a stock. He put the bolter on a sling and hung the sling across his chest.
Outside his apartment, the engine of a rhino roared. This machine was painted with the red and black of the Inquisition and had been adorned with many of its symbols. With many bullet holes and scrapes, it did not look a stranger to combat. Brok and Arturus boarded the Rhino with a few handpicked Stormtroopers to act as Brok's honour guard. The Rhino revved its engine and then sped off towards the rest of the column taking the Inquisition's men to the front lines.
The Rhino led long line of Chimera and Rhino variants to the front. Brock Stepped out from the side hatch, careful not to fall on the rocky terrain, a byproduct of the trenches. The PDF forces stood in awe, none seeing such a sight as 500 Inquisitorial Stormtroopers and an Inquisitorial retinue before in their lives. The sight of these men instantly rallied the surviving members of the platoons stationed at that junction of the defense line. Inquisitor Brok strode in front, heading for the command bunker, and not saying a word.
Brok met the leader of the PDF forces, a Captain Peterson, inside. Captain Peterson was shorter than Brok by a head, was thin, and had short grey hair with a small grey mustache. Peterson had not been informed of the support he would receive, and, instead of accpting the help, became furious that he had not been informed. He was offended that he was in command of what Brok called on of the "weak points."
"Let me point it out to you, Peterson, that you are in direct offense to the law by not obeying my orders. You will be silent, now, and accept my offer of help, or I will have the Commisariat strip you of your rank perform a summary execution."
The Inquisitor thought it best the commisariat handle things of this nature, because going over other's heads often created problems.
Captain Peterson fell silent and returned to his tactical briefing room.
By vox, Collonel Sherman informed Brok that the forces of Chaos had already begun their assault on "site A" of the weak points, but they were repelled. Brok was told to expect an attack on his position shortly. He walked to the trench line, found a position among the Inquisitorial Stormtroopers, and put his bolt rifle in position on the top of the trench. Interrogator Arturus accompanied him, who mounted a Heavy Stubber on the trench. Always the showboat, Brok thought, while observing Arturus' work.
Five minutes later, the first signs of the assault began. Snipers begain picking off muties as they began to rush towards the trench lines. The Inquisitor quickly informed them to be on watch for daemons and shoot them as a priority target, as mutants are much easier to kill. Then the Lasguns of the PDF and the Hellguns of the Inquisitorial Stormtroopers began to fire. Brok opened up on the enemy with his bolt rifle. Cultists and mutants began to drop like flies to the Imperial guns. This encouraged many of the soldiers, but Brok knew better. Mutants and cultists only existed to soak up fire so that Daemons and the fallen Legions Astartes could move close and assault the trench.
After five minutes of continuous firing, the heavy stubber Arturus was using overheated. Unfortunately, it would have been extremely useful a moment later. Tzeentch Daemons charged through the oncoming lines of mutants and traitors, hoping to destroy the PDF in close combat. The Stormtroopers cut them down, but the PDF had trouble. Soon, their side of the trench fell into hand-to-hand combat. Brok set his bolter aside, as Arturus had his heavy stubber operational again, picked up his shotgun, and walked towards the problem. A daemon, bent over devouring a corpse, noticed Brok too late. Brok kicked it in the head and knocked it backwards, and put two shells in its chest. It's bluish body errupted into warp energy as it was pulled from the Materium. Brok continued on down the trench. He saw a Guardsman knocked down, about to be eaten alive, but Brok charged forward, shot the beast twice, and shoulder tackled the beast. Brok had pulled a power knife from a boot scabbard before tackling the beast, and he shoved it into it's body.
The Guardsmen were rallying, and the Stormtroopers covered them as best they could from the other forces still coming at the trench lines. Heavy bolter fire rained from the gun emplacements behind the main trench lines onto the hordes of the lost and damned heretics. Brok stalked forward, onto more daemons to destroy. Just then, Brok felt a major ripple through his minimal pskick power: an omen of an impending Greater Daemon Prince. The Greater Daemonic Prince of Zteentch let out an unbearable scream. A PDF trooper next to him puked blood all over the ground. Many of the other troopers fell to their knees, clasping their ears in a futile attempt to stop the noise.
Inquisitor Brok crawled over the trench, as the tide of mutants had been slowed to a trickle. Chaos Marines would probably come in soon, if the Daemon was successful. Many of the Inquisitorial Stormtroopers followed Brok onto the field, toward the daemon prince. Brok pulled a small Daemonhammer, shaped in the form of the Imperial Aquila and coated in gold, from its place on his belt. The Daemon struck first, swinging down against the Inquisitor. Brok rolled to the left and dodged the blow. Stormtroopers opened fire on the daemon. After repeated firing, the daemon was injured by the fire, and turned toward the squads of Inquisitorial Stormtroopers. It swept aside half a squad of good men in one blow. To see such a sight inspired Brok with an even greater passion to kill the Prince of the Lord of Change. Brok charged the warp-beast while it was distracted, and broke its left leg clean through with one blow. The Daemon Prince toppled over, but regain its posture and quickly lashed out from on the ground at Brok. Brok was hit square in his armour, which held against the blow. He was thrown into a crater of mud, blood, and human remains. His greatcoat stuck to his body because of the moisture and mud.
"That's two ribs broken," Brok thought.
He pulled himself off of the ground, and looked down. Blood dripped from deep wound in his side. He could taste the iron from blood in his mouth. He turned and spat, then stalked back toward the daemon with a grimmace. "Should've killed me when you had the chance," he said, as he charged towards the Daemon, who at this point had repositioned itself to fend off the Inquisitorial Stormtroopers. The Daemon grabbed a Stormtrooper and ripped his body in half with its bare hands. Moving as fast as he could, Brok caught it offguard, and swung with all his strength down on the skull of his unfocused enemy. He felt the crush of the daemon's skull, and was again thrown back by the psykik reverberation of the daemon's death scream. He watched as it too, as with the other daemons, was torn from the material realm.
Seeing this, the cultists fell back, leaving Chaos Space Marines exposed. They, accepting defeated, pulled back with the rest of their traitor brethren.
This time, Brok had much more difficulty gaining his footing. Interrogator Arturus ran towards Brok and helped him to his feet. Brok had to rest all of his weight on Arturus in order to make it back to his command Rhino. Brok spat more blood, and then said, "Arturus, stay here and finish cleaning up. I am of no use in this state."
Arturus watched as the Rhino sped away towards Brok's command center inside the city. Then, the Interrogator turned to the men and said, "Alright, form up. We have to sterilize this zone now."
The Stormtroopers hurriedly moved about, making sure that every cultist and traitor was dead.
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