Out of the Warp- Trial of the Wolves
From the one of the decks of the ship The Might of Russ a lone Wolf Priest looked on at the planet as shuttles carrying supplies ferried back and forth. Their work had been done here they had been sent to clear the planet of any threats and pave way for Imperial subjects to settle on this and many other countless planets. But this planet seemed to be one of the most Pyrrhic victories of all, in the final assault against the planet's defenses the chapter's wolf lord fell in battle along with his most trusted wolf guard. It had been a grievous blow top the chapter, but it had enabled them to win the war and bring the Emperor's light to this world..
The hiss of the automatic door broke the priest's attention for a second as a thrall strode into the room carrying a data slate. "Pardon to disturb you mi lord, but news from Terra has arrived..." the thrall droned "it seems as if the warp storm over Din Kaldir has subsided, all communications with the planet have resulted in nothing..". Before the thrall could talk the priest lifted a hand never taking his eyes off the planet below "When do we depart?" the thrall scrambled through his data slate "As soon as possible mi lord, we are part of the crusade to re-take the planet from any enemies of the Imperium. Various chapters and regiments will join the push to liberate this planet and find out what happened to the former residents...".
The wolf priest waved away the thrall and heard the hiss of the door as he left, the ship seemed to be moving away slowly away from the planet. No doubt the ship was making way towards a safe distance before it opened a navigation course through the warp. "At what cost is the name Din Kaldir" the Wolf Priest mused to himself as the ship engaged it's jump through the warp and everything went dark.
Warp travel had always unsettled the old wolf, it was best not to contemplate the horrors that astropaths must go through to navigate the ether. Just a few days more and they would be at Din Kaldir to find out the whereabouts of the population and uncover other mysteries surrounding the planet. The ship lay in orbit on one of the many Imperial held worlds sending shuttles for more supplies as the astropaths momentarily rested before they were on the last leg of the journey.
The Priest's aide arrived yet again waiting to be acknowledged, he didn't care much for the man. He wasn't a native of Fenris for one, he was a plump smug man if he could be called that... a plump coward who would rather hide behind a stack of papers than battle an enemy face to face. He rarely left the safety of the ship and on the rare occasion he would make planet fall he would bemoan his misfortune.
With a gesture from the Priest the aide burst into an incessant chatter of information, from remaining energy stores to the cleanliness of the ship. Just when it seemed as if the aide was finished he added "in minor news the natives have requested our help against ork warbands ravaging their lands... I of course took the liberty of telling them the appropriate Imperial response will take six to eight standard months..." the Wolf Priest stared straight at the aide and bellowed "we can take the supplies of these people and we cannot aide them in peril!?!". The aide gulped "but sir... if we are to make..." the priest stormed off mid-sentence as the klaxons sounded... the wolves were off to war.
Within the hour a contingent of Space Wolves were deployed to the planet and on the hunt for the ork raiders. There was a low rumble as the Razorbacks slowly advanced their lascannons slowly scanning the surrounding area for a sign of the orks. Over the micro bead the wolf scouts reported that the orks were coming in mass. With the order given the wolves quickly jumped off the sides of the Razor back and formed a battle line waiting bolters ready.
In the distance a faint noise became a noisy rumble as the orks came clamoring onto the battle field firing their weapons in the air on their way to the villages. The wolves acted quickly and took the initiative a lascannon shot managed to strike true and stun a battlewagon full of orks. The Rune Priest spotted an ork carrying a a huge contraption on his back as he made his way atop a building cackling. He smiled to himself as his pupils went white and he began incantations, pointing two fingers at the ork lightning shot out of his fingertips electrocuting the ork and sending him off the roof off the building with a resounding thud.
"None shall get past us!" proclaimed the Wolf Priest as his banner bearer planted the wolf standard seconds before the orks smashed against their lines. The first wave of orks were Nobs huge hulking beasts made of muscle armed with the best weapons. Despite their ferocity the vicious counter attack from the wolves sent what remained of the Nobs running back towards their lines defeated and bloodied.
Though they were victorious the wolves did not get a chance to rest as the second wave of orks smashed into their lines. Though not as strong as nobs the pure weight of numbers were weighing the marines down in combat. A true testament to the stock of Leman Russ, despite being vastly outnumbered the wolves did not give up the fight hacking and slashing all around them.
Relief came with a howl as the Blood Claws rained death from the sky as they fell upon the bewildered orks. The young aspirants carving a bloody reputation into the orks scattering them to the winds as they chased after them blood lust in their eyes.
On the left flank the Rune Priest's squad was slowly being surrounded by waves of orks, only his fell powers keeping them at bay. The orks were slowly running out of bodies to throw at the Space Wolves, but even space marines are not invincible to waves of enemies. Things were starting to look bleak as marines fell, ork bodies piled high around them.
Just as it seemed the battle line was about to strain the scouts master infiltrators and saboteurs arrived behind the enemy. Taking delight in pouncing on unsuspecting orks loitering in the back of the lines firing their rockets hooting at the impressive fire works. It was the last thing they knew as the scouts quickly stabbed and shot them with their silenced weapons before planting explosives on the damaged battle wagon that was trying to get itself out of a ditch. The scouts disappeared into the night just as their explosives went off.
The explosion made fighters on both sides pause for a moment before the orks realized just how many of their fallen brethren lay in the mud. With that the orkish morale was broken and what was left of them called for a retreat. The Wolf Priest took off his helmet and looked out into the battle field. The smell of blood, fire and sweat hung heavy in the air but it had been a resounding victory for the sons of Leman Russ, the orks have been beaten and would no longer possess a threat to the people of this planet.
The mighty engines of the thunder hawks roaring overhead were almost deafening as they ferried building materials from the 'Might of Russ' that lay in low orbit. The Space Wolf camp was in a flurry of activity setting up defenses and securing the perimeter of what would the forward command post on this planet. Establishing radio contact with anyone on the planet seemed futile, only short wave radios or microbeads seemed to work with any regularity.
Warpstorms covered several parts of the planet causing the Imperial forces to fracture and scatter across the world. Now with little to no radio contact they were forced to rely on scouts for intel. From what they gathered it seemed as if the planet was swallowed up by several ork warbands fighting for domination over one another. That was until Imperial forces showed up now they are slowly banding together into a great 'WAAAAGH' those that do not swear fealty to the warlord are quickly put to the sword.
After the fortifications were built the Space Wolf force advanced to examine the surrounding areas looking for clues leading to the where abouts of the population. Sadly for all their efforts all that they could find was an abandoned run down city and more barren wastelands. The chapter's Rune Priests tried to search the ether for answers but the warp storms made it impossible to read the strands of fate with any accuracy.
Despite the set backs long range scout patrols have returned and brought good news to the Space Wolf camp, they successfully established communications with the Salamanders chapter in the north and the 208th Valhallan regiment in the south. This planet is doomed to be over run by the tide of orks it is only a matter of when this will come to pass.
Edrigar, as the days of fighting upon the planet passed began to sense another presence of the warp growing in the region of the planet known as the Black marsh. Perhaps it had been there the whole time and only covered by the great WAAAAH that was raging on the planet or perhaps it was a new presence. The only way to know for sure was to send scouts to the region for further investigation....
Two days has passes since Edrigars scouts had departed upon their speeder to find the source of the disturbance in the marsh. It seemed that the short scouting venture had not gone as planned and Edrigar had received no response from them either. Further more, he could no longer sense his brothers with his minds eye.
Eldrigar called a small force of Wolf brothers to join him in a mission to find out what became of the scouts during their mission. It was time once more to go to battle! FOR RUSS!!!
The stench of rot and decay lurked deep in the marshlands just south of the command post. Rune Priest Edrigar led his pack ahead of their razorback that was slowly threading through the marsh. Guarding their left flank was another pack of Grey Hunters razorback in tow advancing cautiously.
Edrigar sniffed the air and snarled, but before a warning could be given the Death Guard had sprung their trap. The Death Guard sprung from the ground, bolt guns barked as they let loose their munitions. Their rhinos added to the volume of fire launching toxin filled canisters among the Space Wolves. A large gurgled roar came booming and a winged demon prince flew over head it's large bloated body held aloft by membranous wings.
After the initial shock the Space Wolves quickly set about to push back their enemy and take the bastion that was now in their sights. Edrigar could see in his mind's eye as the reinforcements started to respond to their call. A Wolf Priest led his howling Blood Claws spiraling into a unit of death guard, as if possessed by the spirit of Russ himself the aspirants slaughtered the traitors.
So eager were they to get into grips with the enemy that they recklessly advanced through a hail of enemy fire. Heedless to any danger the Blood Claws laughed insanely as they dove into another enemy squad ripping them apart in an animal like frenzy before taking to the skies again. They seemed all but invincible as small arms fire pattered off their armor like rain drops before they carved a bloody path through the enemy.
The hubris of the demon prince was made apparent as it landed onto the ground and gurgled a roar at the oncoming Grey Hunter pack. Lesser men would of quaked in fear of such a sight, but these were not men they were giants and they gladly met this challenge with a toothy grin. Flame units were activated and they bathed the demon prince creating a towering inferno before the Grey Hunters moved in bolt pistols firing. Despite being wounded the demon prince swung it's rotten fists and swatted aside the first few marines in arms reach.
Practiced veterans that they were the remainder of the pack set about attacking the demon prince in unison knives and chainswords biting deep into the flesh of the demon. It was Brakkus the berzerker who finally laid the killing blow upon the brow of the demon prince splitting his skull in two with his mighty meat clever of an ax. With a loud screech the demon prince seemed to melt and disappear back to the warp from which it was spawned.
Edrigar was not idle as he moved his pack over look a hill firing on any death guard that were foolish enough to leave their transports. Summoning eldritch powers Edrigar flung bolts of energy from his hands dissolving armor and flesh alike. Chanting words of power Edrigar slammed his fist on the ground creating a chasm that swallowed the death guard into an earthy grave before sealing itself up much to the amusement of the old Rune Priest.
The battle raged as the Space Wolves relentlessly pressed on against the resilient Death Guard, their bloated bodies absorbing vicious blows that would fell even ordinary astartes not corrupted by the powers of chaos. But even in their madness they knew they could not hold back the Space Wolf assault and they called for the retreat slowly falling back while their rhinos covered them. The Death Guard had been routed and headed back into the marsh to consolidate their forces, the ferocity of the Space Wolves carried the day.
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