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The Commanding Officer leaned over the map on the table and pointed out the 317th Battle Line. "Alright boys, this is where we are landing. Theta's PDF have requested that we of the 82nd Airborn assist in repeling the ongoing Cultist attacks on these trenches. You of the 8th and 19th Companies will be going in first to reclaim the northern trenches that lead to the Hive City Turamage. After you have secured the area you will report back to HQ for further orders. Any questions?"
He stood up straight and puffed his cigar slowly.
"Seeing as there are none Report to your Valkyries For Immedant Departure!"
--On the Landing Field--
"Command Tower this is Valkyrie 2384, Reqesting permission for lift off"
"Granted Valkyrie 2384, you are clear for departure."
"Thank you Command Tower, Valkyrie 2384 out"
The Valkyrie's engines roar as the Valkyrie surges up, then forward with a high acceleration.
Two ThunderBolts pulled up along side the Valkyrie.
A voice comes over the Vlakyrie's Vox, "High Command thought you might like an Escort if things get hot Valkyrie 2384"
The Valkyries Pilot Switches on the Vox, "Glad to have it!"[/I]
After about ten minutes the Pilot alerts the passengers of thier position. "Were just entering the hot zone, Get ready for the drop!"
Everyone makes final checks of thier equipment just as the Valkyrie starts banking evasively. "The cultists must have captured some weapons cause I'm getting some heat!" Then activating the Vox,
"Escorts, can you pull a strafing run to let us get close to the ground so I can drop off my Cargo?"
"Affermative Valkyrie 2384, commencing strafing run."
The Thunderbolts drop down and start spraying the ground near the captured weapons are with the Thunderbolt's nose-mounted Lascannons. One of the emplacements is illuminated by the explosion of the other emplacement. By the time the Thunderbolts make a second run the Valkyrie has made to the ground just behind a hill.
And the Passengers scramble out.
The CO takes charge, "Everybody check your equipment on the double!" The CO looks to a screen to check his position. "were 3 miles from where we were supposed to land, but this is supposedly our our turf, so we'll investigate what the cultists are doing over here, and how they got the weapons. Any questions?"
Tooper York was good to have the ground under his feat. He checked the ammo in his bolt pistol, and revved his chainsword. When the Sergent asked if any one had any questions York said "One question sarge. How soon do we get to send those cultist scum back to the warp?"
Last edited by Lord Yossanrion; May 31st, 2005 at 07:23.
-- Durian Makesta --
Durian hit the ground at a run moving over to the commander. "Sir, high command's confirmation for the mission just came through." Informing the commander as he crouched down beside him, scanning the suroundings. "We should get moving sarge, the rally point is a fair way of," he pointed out as explosians sounded in the distance.
Nickolae hoists his meltagun over his shoulder and calmly walks up beside York and the CO. Checking the pyrum-petrol flask in his weapon, he shouts to Durian
"Ain't gonna bag any bad guys lying down there sonny."
Nickolae pulls a Lho-stick and a silver lighter from one of his webbing pouches and lights up.
"You know Sarge, if they could see the 'bolts when we came in, they definately would have seen the Valk landing. The Commissar would be most displeased if we were held up..."
He looks over his shoulder at the Valkyre...
"...because that Glory Boy Gabrial and so-called hotshot Sengiar didn't get their ass out the damn Valkyre!"
- Watch this space.
The Commanding Officer looked over his shoulder and also noticed the hold up.
"Alright you White-Shield-Sons-o-*****es! Get yer asses out of there before I shoot you myself! We have a mission to accomplish here...as for the rest of you, quit standing around looking at your guns! Secure the Damned perimiter!"
He continued to bark orders at the others standing around the LZ, then proceeds to head down the trench. He motions for the rest of you to follow.
Nickolae drops his Lho-stick to the ground and stamps it out.
"Alright then, let's get it over with. Don't want to let the CO kill all the bad guys before we get there, do we?"
He jumps into the trench and follows the CO, boots squelching in the soft mud of the ground. As he turns a corner he is greeted by the corpse of a PDF trooper, just a blackened skeleton held together by his combat gear.
"Hey Sarge, check this out!" he shouts down the trench.
"It's not the skeleton that's bothering me Sarge, it's just his gear. I mean, he's either been flamed or had a plasma meltdown, but his gear's intact! That's some scary sh*t right there sir."
- Watch this space.
Vander wiped the fog out of his sniper rifle and proceeded to follow the CO into the trench.
What do you need sir?
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Seeing Nickolae walk around a corner the CO calls out Get back over here boy, you have no idea whats around those corners your walking around. We wounldn't want you getting shot now would we?
Once Nickolae comes back he gathers the group. This I'll be a long road to get to the weapon emplacements from here, I want nobody gettin hurt, so keep your eyes up and sharp! Any problems?
The CO looks around and sees none. Good, then Vander get up to some high ground to cover us, the rest of you get ready for some trench warfare.
The whole team seemed to have gone to sleepfor a few days! Must be some kind Chaos enchanmnet, thought York. He roused everyone, loaded his bolt pistol, revved his Chainsword, and charged into the trenches, yelling, and ready to take on what was in there.
"You boys took your damned time now didn't you!? When I say follow me I mean NOW!! GOT IT!? If you slack off like this again it may cost you your lives!"
The CO moved close to the Cultist weapon battery and peered over the edge of the trench. He spotted some Cultists moving around behind the camo netting and motioned for the squad to halt.
"Okay boys, we got 2 Heavy Bolter emplacements guarding their flanks, and theres alot of movement behind their camo but I can't tell for sure how many we have to deal with. So, that means, keep your fire coordinated, and make sure you don't show your head for more then a few seconds...they deffinitley know we are here. And the last thing I need is one of you Glory Boys charging in head first and getting himself shot."
The CO crouched down, pulled a Frag from his belt then pulled the pin.
"FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!" He yelled as he threw the grenade over the small clearing and into the enemy encampment.