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You better have a short list.

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Indianapolis

whalemusic360 wrote:You need to either set his name to Frank or Franks, and give a explantion to the name. I get its shortend, but the n comes out of no where. Maybe saying he got the name by being so frank in his speach (to the point) is where it came from whould do.


I agree, I'll let you know when I've gone back and edited it.

   
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I liked it, good story with loads of character. Like the Dread who is across the mission before the brief is finished, works for one so old. Im also keen to see the sacred grapple!

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OMG! I was checking out the forgeworld rules for the new space marine flier. Which can be found here. http://www.forgeworld.co.uk/Downloads/Product/PDF/c/caestus.pdf

I discovered the rules for the magna-melta which is exactly what I think my ancient dreadnought would wield in his Mark 0 grappler. Check it out!

   
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Assault on Rokk Mekaroid

“Frank, incoming craft on your 4.” A voice on the vox calmly spoke.

Without moving his legs the huge matte black dreadnoughts torso turned 120 degrees. The targeting array between his shoulders confirmed the target and fired off two streaking missiles from his shoulder launchers. The Ork vessel began to return fire just as the missiles slammed into its nose. The explosion tore it in two and the parts flew right over the Ice Angel position. As the ork bits flew through space the dreadnought turned back around and continued its march across the surface of the Ork Rokk known as the Mekaroid.

The Orks had put up a tough defense, unlike all the other rokks in the system, this one was full of angry orks who fled the planet after being defeated by the combined Imperium forces. Currently the Ice Angels were attempting to infiltrate the rokk and disable as many weapon systems as they can so more forces could easily assault the rokk.

After deploying 48 marines onto the surface, the assault force quickly moved towards a large complex that ringed a cargo bay. Squad Uttuakki, Squad Shwando, and Captain Razzik had already split off and infiltrated the Rokk through an access pathway, while the remaining marines moved up on the surface. The orks were slowly mounting a defense; the space around the assault force was already full of floating debris and bodies.

Above the Ice Angel position a battle raged between the Ice Angel ship the Frozen Rage, seven imperial ships, and a large host of Ork ships fleeing the surface of the planet below.

“Squad Rimsin, move up and take the tower.” Captain Ruusa said into the vox. The only response was a short green blip on his HUD, before a five man combat unit came out of cover together and began to lay down covering fire with their bolters. The remaining five man squad ran towards the complex at the base of the tower under the covering fire. Captain Ruusa watched for a moment before turning his attention back to Brother Philosir and Brother Frakatazuli the dreadnought, who is better known as Frank. The name was actually given to him by a Salamander named Vulkan He’stan. Brother Frakatazuli owes his life to He’stan, but has repaid the salamanders dozens of times over.

Brother Frakatazuli was three times the height of all of the other marines on the rokk, his bulk covered in reinforced armor plating, sensor arrays, and weapons. His left arm was a huge chained projectile called the Anchor, his right arm a powerful rotating fist. Ahead of the dreadnought a hundred yards away a ramshackle building with two sets of sliding doors shook as the two doors opened within seconds of each other. Out came a handful of orks carrying various shaped rocket launchers. They spread out and took aim at the bulky dreadnought. Frank squatted down as best he could before firing the anchor at a huge piece of wing that floated through space above him. As the anchor grabbed hold and began to reel in, the orks fired their missiles. Many exploded on the wing while others misfired or missed the dreadnought all together. Using the wing as a shield Brother Frakatazuli simply continued his slow walk towards them, waiting for them to get in range of his short range meltas.

After the missiles had been fired, squad Kurigulzu, the other tactical unit, along with Captain Ruusa and Techmarine Philosir moved up around the dreadnought and fired on the new orks. The orks were torn apart but not before they launched another volley of rockets. One rocket landed at the feet of a tactical trooper named Mi-luqua Vaz, but he jumped as the rocket hit, the explosion then sent him spinning into the vacuum. After spiraling for a few seconds Vaz used one of his single burst propulsion cans. Which sent him quickly back to the rokks surface, but not before he took a view of the surroundings.

Ahead of the Ice Angels were three huge cargo bays, all large enough to contain space to ground vessels. The tower that Squad Rimsin was assaulting was over looking two of the bays which were closed. The third bay had its doors open and from Vaz’s vantage point he could see what was moving up on some of the platforms. Half a mile past the bays was the beginning of the ship to ship battery that the Ice Angels were sent to disable.

“Captain, the furthest cargo bay has opened and it appears a large mob is moving onto the surface.“ Vaz said as he made his descent.

“Angels, find cover! Prepare to take heavy fire.” Ruusa said into the vox while rushing towards some ferrocrete barriers running perpendicular to the edge of the nearest closed cargo bay door. Eleven other marines quickly moved up to take cover as well. The hulking dreadnought stepped behind several of his battle brothers who were behind the lowest section of the wall and used the wing debris to protect his brethren, only the top of his shoulders peaked over the wing.

Peering back they way they came, the captain spoke. “Squad Labushi, move into position above target, Blizzard pattern.” As Captain Ruusa finished that statement ten small bursts of light could be seen behind their position by the birds they flew in on. After a few seconds more bursts of light could be seen but this time it was further out into space in amongst the floating debris.

As the first platform reached the lip of the cargo bay several dozen orks in scrap space suits rushed onto the Rokk’s surface towards the Ice Angels. The next three platforms reached the lip in rapid succession. Close to 70 orks and a handful of killakans were now moving across the rocky wasteland that was strewn with the occasional pipe or ramshackle building.

Captain Ruusa didn’t give any command or even shout a word of encouragement, the Ice Angels knew what Blizzard pattern meant and more importantly the tactical squad along with the dreadnought knew their role. As soon as the orks were in range, Frank opened fire with his shoulder mounted missiles at the Killa-kans. Brother Rattmu began to spit out heavy bolter fire and soon all of the marines were firing at the approaching orks.

The Ork return fire was not nearly as precise but it didn’t matter when the orks began to open up. The sheer number of bullets drove many of the Ice Angels to take cover. Captain Ruusa knelt down behind cover and looked up into space. The floating Ice Angels were hard to spot in their black power armor, only the occasional blue trim could be seen. As he located the unit he saw the ten man assault squad silently float 60 yards or so over the approaching orks. Squad Labushi began to throw all of their grenades down into the mob. When the first explosions began to tear into the orks the assault marines fired their jump packs and flew down into the survivors. Watching the descent of Ice Angels into combat spurred the remaining marines to break cover and join the mayhem.

Brother Frakatazuli used the wing as a bat and swatted a handful of orks out of his way before engaging a unit of killa kans. Drills and buzz saws were spinning, and the kans formed a semi circle to try and flank the huge dreadnought. Before he got into striking range Frank threw the wing at the center kan and shot the Anchor towards his left most target. The Anchor grasped the bulky body of the kan and before the kan could try and tear through the chain with its saw, the built in multi-melta shot right through the kan. The center kan was knocked back by the wing but the left kan moved in thinking he had an opening, he moved up to assault the currently one armed dreadnought. The closest kan fired a mess of debris from some sort of scrap cannon which bounced off the dreadnoughts chest before attempting to stab at Frank with a huge drill bit. Back handing the drill with his remaining fist, Frank followed through with a punch that caved the kan in on itself. As Brother Frakatazuli reeled in the Anchor, the middle kan rushed in with two pincers. The left pincer was deflected by Franks spinning close combat fist, but the right managed to grab the bottom corner of his chest plate and began to cut through his thick plating. The kan attacked again with the left but this time Frank grabbed the pincer by the wrist and stopped it. Firing his under arm meltagun the pincer was blasted off its arm. By this time the Anchor was reattached, pointing both fist and Anchor down at the kan two melta shots cut through the kan as if it were paper.

Brother Frakatazuli surveyed the battle in the matter of seconds before firing several missiles at some straggling kans. The orks had been defeated and only a handful of Ice Angels had been hurt or killed. Techpriest Philosir bounded over to Frank to examine the damage.

As the red armored priest got within arms length he reached out with both arms and several servo arms to examine and field dress the armor.

“Hmm,” he said “minimal damage, but I’m surprised that an ork would even be able to scratch you. Are you getting sloppy?” he joked.

“HA! You wake me up and within hours expect me to perform at peak proficiency?!” he shouted into the vox, his Bhaalian accent thick. “What am I a machine?”

Several Brothers chuckled and a few more quick comments we’re thrown at the ancient dreadnought. As the final ork died or was thrown into space, the Captain looked over the open cargo bay towards the huge weapons battery. Seventeen long barrels stretched into the sky belching shells the size of rhinos at the Imperial Fleet.

Captain Ruusa pointed his double bladed power axe towards the cargo bay. “Labushi, move ahead and secure far side of cargo bay. Kurigulzu Alpha, return to birds with the wounded and the dead. Let’s get to this battery and silence those guns. “

Affirmative blinks lit up his HUD as he began to hustle towards their target.



   
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Nice piece of work ice. Solid, interesting fiction. Makes the Ice Angel you're making for me all that more "real" by giving me a real feel for your chapter. Cool.

Anvildude: "Honestly, it's kinda refreshing to see an Ork vehicle that doesn't look like a rainbow threw up on it."

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Gitsplitta wrote:Nice piece of work ice. Solid, interesting fiction. Makes the Ice Angel you're making for me all that more "real" by giving me a real feel for your chapter. Cool.


Thanks Git!

Lately I've been working on my story that will include all of the marines from the swap, but I felt like I had to elaborate a little more on my own chapter before trying to explain or describe other peoples. I'll probably have another 4 or 5 shorts before I get to my big story that I've planned with my marine swaps. Hopefully by then I'll have yours so I can include him in the story!

btw, your guy is about half way done.

   
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“WER are da HUMIES!!!!” the ork shouted while shaking his power klaw in the air.
“And WER’S ANKLEKRUSHA!”

Turning towards the nearest boy, the Nob let out another roar and head butted the ork. The smaller ork collapsed on the floor with a thud and then scurried away leaving his shoota on the metal floor.

A dozen grots, 10 boyz, and a handful of Nobs were all in a chamber with several open hatchways. The room smelled of sweat and filth, and the orks were all looking to the biggest Nob for some direction. Looking from one tunnel to the next the Nob again mumbled in frustration.

A scampering could be heard coming from the southern most door way. All the orks readied their weapons. The largest Nob pushed his way through the mob to get closer to the doorway.

A wimpering grot came running in to the room at top speed. The big ork Nob scooped up the grot with his klaw. With a yelp the grot tried to wiggle free. The orks in the room loosened up and watched the Nob pull the grot up to his face.

“Do you know whers da humies are little one?” he said quietly.” The grot stopped squirming and folded his ears back. He looked around scared and then nodded his head.

“Do you know wer Anklekrusha and his boyz arrr?” The Nob asked to the grot. The grot once again nodded his head, and this time he pointed back the way he came.

While keeping the grot in his klaw the nob snorted and looked at his mob. “Anklekrusha is gonna tak arrr fun! Come on boyz, LETS KILL DA HUMIES!!” the Nob shouted. The mob shouted back and whooped. The big nob raised the grot up like a torch, pulled out his double barreled shoota, and began to run through the door the way the grot came.

After a minute of running through hallways and up two flights of stairs the nob rounded a corner and entered a dimly lit room with a huge red ork emblem nailed to the floor. The grot was quaking with fear and he pointed to a massive open side door. The Nob began to grin with excitement. Dropping the grot from his klaw he looked down at the smaller boyz and pointed towards the door with his klaw. His excitement spread through the mob like a wild fire and when the last grot entered the room the Nob bellowed. “WAAAAAGH!”

The walls reverberated with the sound of the mobs combined voices. The mob rushed through the door and into a room that was completely dark except what light spilled in from behind them. A doorway at the other end of the room was also emitting a soft glow. The boyz ran towards it and made it most of the way before they began to slip on the wet floor. As they slowed down one of the Nobs turned on a light that was built into his gun. When he did, the boyz stopped. The light was beaming down at a pile of ork bodies that were lying up against the wall.

As quickly as the excitement had spread through the mob, the panic set in. Right as the mob began to turn and flee a lone Ice Angel walked into the dimly lit door and began laughing loud enough for all of the orks to turn back around. The big Nob, now full of anger began to move towards the laughing marine. The light from the other Nob was quickly pointed at the marine, spot lighting his black armor and white helmet.

The marine stopped laughing and pointed his combiflamer at the mob. “Don’t move or I will kill you all.” He stated.

The Nob stopped and quizzically looked at the smaller marine. “You tink you can kills me? I’M NUD REDBLUD and YOUS gonna be da dead one!” the panic in the orks began to wean as they saw the bigger ork standing his ground. Several of the other nobs were nodding their heads in agreement.

The black armored marine tilted his white helmet and lowered his weapon. “You know Nud, you may be right. I may some how die, maybe today, maybe tomorrow. Death, is an inevitability. The real important question, at least for me, is how will I die? Fire, blade, bullet, unknown disease, sucked into the void of space, tank shocked by a sister of battle exorcist! I really have no idea. ” The marine looked at the mob and realized he had lost most of them with some of those complex thoughts.

“Nud, I’d like to see your large weapons battery before I go. Do you know how to get there from here?”

After a few seconds of silence, instead of a response the large ork shouted and began to move forwards. Before his first step had touched the floor an unseen gun fired and the large nobs head evaporated.

Before the orks could flee, the space marine shouted “Whoever takes me there now, I promise I will not harm!” The orks looked at each other and before any could make a move a small grot with a slice across his chest ran out of the mob and raised his hand. Looking down at the foot tall scantily clad grot the marine paused and then asked. “Are you sure you know the way?” The grot nodded. “Excellent!”

Before any other ork could voice an opinion five weapons opened up on the mob. Within seconds the entire mob was nothing but a pile of bodies and gore.

The grot looked as if he was about to bolt when the Ice Angel knelt down in front of him. “You still remember the way?” he asked.

The grot, with fear in his eyes, once again nodded. The Ice Angel gently picked up the grot in his black gauntlet. “Which way?” he nicely asked. The grot pointed back the way he came. “Fair enough” the marine said as he began to cross the body filled room.

As he exited the room his four other brethren exited out of the darkness. Their heavy weapons still smoking from recent fire. All five of the marines had white helmets and yellow eyes. The only distinction between them was their weapons and an orange ribbon that was attached to the lead marines shoulder pad.

“I thought you were joking when you said we should ask for directions?” the devastator with the multi-melta said.

“You better hope the Inquisition doesn’t find out that we’re using xenos help again Bel Hando.” Another devatators with a heavy bolter said.

“Brothers, as far as we know this is our best option. If Muttabriqu or Razzik get more info we’ll go with that, they should be back at any moment. Besides, it never hurts to have a little local help. “Bel Hando said while moving towards the next door that the grot was pointing to.

An Ice Angel with another heavy bolter turned, “Don’t you rem….”

“Yes, Baris I remember.” Bel Hando interrupted “You don’t need to remind me.”

At the sound of distant shots the unit spread and moved to provide cross fire at the arch way. Bel Hando moved up towards the door and kept his combi-flamer pointing at the entrance.

In the vox the gruff voice of Razzik chimed in. “Squad Shwando move up. We’ve found the path”

“Affirmative. Shwando en route.” Bel Hando responded in the vox. He then looked down at the grot. The grot looked once again fearful for its life. “I know, I promised.” He then set him down and the grot looked confused. Bel Hando turned and began to walk towards the continued gun fire with haste. The grot stood confused as the marines hustled down the hall after their sergeant. The last marine, Gilgam, walked past and in one fluid motion pulled out his bolt pistol. “I didn’t though” was all he said as he blew the grot into pieces.

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Poor grot! :-(

Anvildude: "Honestly, it's kinda refreshing to see an Ork vehicle that doesn't look like a rainbow threw up on it."

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O.o.
Nice lore. i need a professional opinion on my lore.

From whom are unforgiven we bring the mercy of war. 
   
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Indianapolis

Asherian Command wrote:O.o.
Nice lore. i need a professional opinion on my lore.


I hope you aren't refering to me as a professional opinion. I think my writing is slowly getting better, but still far from professional.

btw Whalemusic, if you recall I hadn't explained how Frakatazuli got his nick-name. I added it in one of my most recent stories and I also went back and added it in the previous one where I introduced him. It made more sense that way.

Yes, Grots were harmed in the writing of this story. Gitsplitta, I hope the slaying of grots doesn't deter you from reading more, lol. Unfortunately that little guy won't be the last.

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IceAngel wrote:
Asherian Command wrote:O.o.
Nice lore. i need a professional opinion on my lore.


I hope you aren't refering to me as a professional opinion. I think my writing is slowly getting better, but still far from professional.

btw Whalemusic, if you recall I hadn't explained how Frakatazuli got his nick-name. I added it in one of my most recent stories and I also went back and added it in the previous one where I introduced him. It made more sense that way.

Yes, Grots were harmed in the writing of this story. Gitsplitta, I hope the slaying of grots doesn't deter you from reading more, lol. Unfortunately that little guy won't be the last.

Anything is better than my writing.

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I like em, and that your pumpin out again makes em even better!

Your nob leader changes names tho from nud to nub
   
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whalemusic360 wrote:I like em, and that your pumpin out again makes em even better!

Your nob leader changes names tho from nud to nub


He does? I will have to go back and remedy that. Thanks for the heads up!

   
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Loving it.

Poor Grot. Though he is a grot.

"Do not practice until you get it right, practice until you can not get it wrong." In other words, stop effing up.
 
   
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xxBlazinGhostxx wrote:Loving it.

Poor Grot. Though he is a grot.


thanks Blazin. I am a little shocked at the amount of grot sympathy out there though.

   
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Lol.

I think that it's because most people would probably act like grots if 40k was real.

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Captain Razzik was running at full speed down the windy corridor, his powerfist already caked in burnt gore. Behind him was the ten man assault unit, the Uttuakki. Their unit was known for their orange weapons and colorful helmet paint, but more importantly for their infiltration and ferocity in close combat. After the Uttuakki came one of the chapters’ newest units, the Shwando, a five man devastator squad with standard white helmets and a sergeant known for theatrics.

The sixteen man force was working its way through the Rokk Mekaroid to find a way to disable the huge gun battery that was the major defense on this side of the rokk. Once disabled more Ice Angels and a large force of Space Wolves would come aboard and cleanse the rokk.

Despite the huge fans pushing air through this area of the rokk, the heat from the generators under the battery was making the Ice Angel suits work over time to keep them cool. After slaying a handful of roaming bands of orks and some stragglers this area of rokk has become eerily quite. On several occasions one or more brothers had jumped at shadows, which had slowly put the force on edge. This rokk was supposed to be over loaded with greenskins.

“Where in the Emperors name did the orks run off too?” Bel Uri of the Uttuakki said into the vox in his typical loud fashion. For the past few minutes the force had been quickly running through the rokk towards the heat signature and the constant thumping of the weapons battery.

“I am still not showing any life signs in the immediate vicinity Captain. However, up ahead there must be some sort of bulkhead or slab. It is disrupting my auspex.” Umru chimed in; his emotionless tone quite the opposite of Bel Uri’s.

The path turned a few corners and dropped a floor before opening up into a large hallway that could easily be three rhinos wide. Captain Razzik walked into the middle of the corridor as both of his units took up positions covering every angle with their weapons. To his right the corridor went for at least seventy yards before splitting. At least a dozen other pathways dotted the corridor walls. To his left a bulkhead was closed that prevented the force from moving towards the battery.

Muttabriqu, the sergeant of squad Uttuakki pointed to a panel tucked in a corner. “Umru see what you can do.” He stated. Captain Razzik took a quick side glance at Muttabriqu before accompanying Umru. It had been a long time since they had been in the same strike force and to this day Muttabriqu holds a grudge against the Captain. Both men have long lists of achievements but Muttabriqu was loved by nearly everyone in the chapter so it was quite a shock when Master Librarian Duggon chose Razzik to fill the newest Captain position. For now, Razzik was comfortable letting Muttabriqu lead his unit and Razzik had spent most of his time keeping a close eye on the Shwando.

Umru plugged in his auspex and after only a few seconds he had what he needed. “I’ve got it. Just give the word and the door will drop.”
“Bel Uri, form up to move in.” Muttabriqu said.
“Shwando split and provide covering fire.” Razzik said immediately afterwards.
“Tirid, Idiptu, Bennu, and Umru cover the rear.” Muttabriqu said while facing Razzik.
Both great men respected each others abilities and few in the chapter would deny their skills, but for an awkward moment they stood looking at each other. No one needed to see their faces to know what was being passed silently between them.

Razzik smiled to himself and then moved up by Bel Uri who was by the door. “The Emperor protects, my brothers! Let us silence this battery and in the name of Sanguinius let us avenge those that have fallen.” A green blip flashed in everyone’s HUD and the door opened like a setting sun, sinking into the floor.

When the door was at waist height the marines had assessed the scene. The vast chamber was actually a series of chambers in a honey comb pattern on the ceiling that appeared to be from some unknown ship design. At least that’s how it was originally; once the orks took over they loaded it up with machines that kept a constant flow of shells to the gun batteries that were ten stories above them now. Heat pressed down from the engines running the guns and the room reeked of smoke. Conveyor belts crossed the room from wall to ceiling, the cat walks and platforms under the guns were a flurry of grot activity. Around the perimeter of the room were probably close to a fifty bulkheads of similar design to the one the force had entered from. The vast majority of the uneven floor space was clear except for a couple elevators that moved from floor to ceiling. The rest of the floor was covered in tire tracks and in several places broken crates and grot bodies that had fallen from above.

When the door finally leveled with the floor the Captain calmly took a few steps into the room. “Muttabriqu take your five to the closest right conveyor belt. Bel Uri, head left and do the same. Shwando with me, we’re going to the nearest elevator. No one fire until they notice us. Move out!” Razzik said.

The three units with all haste went to their positions, but before Muttabriqu’s unit could reach the closest one, the bulkhead behind them closed and doors all around the perimeter began to open. Ork bikers, trucks, and battle wagons of all shapes and sizes began to poor in.

“HOLY THRONE! It’s a trap. Get up those belts, NOW!” Muttabriqu shouted into the vox. Umru was already trying to reach Captain Ruusa when the first shells began to reach their positions.

The belt that Bel Uri and his brethren were approaching was sixteen feet off the ground and an easy climb, but climbing under fire was not advised. “Bennu, head up I’ll come around.” Bel Uri said as he ran past and under the belt. One particularly fast truck continued on an intercept with Bel Uri instead of the few marines making a brief two second climb.

The bright red truck was spitting rounds from a pintle mounted stubber as it squealed right past Bel Uri fish tailing and eventually flipping over. All nine orks were thrown from the truck before it rolled. With out slowing down Bel Uri moved in to engage, his powerfist and chainsword making short work of the greenskins.

Bennu was up the ladder, then Sidana, then Tirid when the first wave of orks hit their side of the chamber. Seeing Bel Uri under attack by the orks on the fast truck Miqit hesitated. He soon had his own issues as a battlewagon brimming with guns and protected by a metal spiked roller rushed straight at him. He took two steps and dove side long as the battlewagon at full speed slammed into the wall. The roller collapsed as the wagon buried itself into the wall. Orks flew off the wagon from the impact and many never moved again. Miqit was about to finish several of the survivors off when another two trucks rolled up, the boyz firing madly at him. Shots were damaging his armor and grazing his back pack when he leveled his meltagun and blew off a wheel from the closet truck sending it careening past the crushed battlewagon. As the other approached his battle brothers began to fire down from above providing covering fire. “Miqit climb the wagon NOW!” Taking only a brief glance at Bel Uri, he turned and climbed over the wagon and onto the belt with Bel Uri at his heels.

Not to far away Razzik was witnessing the newest Ice Angel unit at work. Seeing the vehicles began to pour into the room the devastators began to lay down fire to protect Muttabriqu and their own elevator. With no long range weapon, Razzik was the first to the elevator. The elevator had a waist high metal barricade around it, other then that it was a vertical cage with a self propelled platform that passed every 30 seconds. Brother Tock-tzu and Sergeant Bel Hando came up right behind him. Baris, Gilgam, and Ishtin were walking and firing at the approaching bikers. Once they got in range Tock-tzu began to open up, his multi-melta leaving wreckage wherever he pointed. With a final burst of speed the bikers rushed the six marines. Captain Razzik jumped up and slammed into one ork driver before the bike flipped and slammed into another. Bel Hando was not far behind shooting his combi-flamer at the orks, watching them turn into screaming infernos. One open topped battle wagon stopped not to far away and the orks on board instead of disembarking opened up with their shootas into the biker combat.

Under the insane amount of fire from the lootas nearly all of the bikers were killed and Brother Ishtin was taken down with a chest wound that was through and through. Brother Baris lost his sacred heavy bolter from the fire and took a serious arm wound before diving behind the wreckage of a bike. Knowing that they only had seconds to live, Captain Razzik raised his shield and ran straight towards the battlewagon. Shells bounced off his shield, tore off a part of his backpack, and tore through his left shoulder pad but they didn’t slow him down. With all of his strength he took two steps on a wrecked bike and launched himself onto the battlewagon. The orks attempted to get out of the enraged Captains way, but he was crushing and punching through the orks like wildfire.

With a lurch the battlewagon took off, the driver thinking he could escape the Captains wrath. The battlewagon got maybe ten feet before a bright orange battlewagon that looked more like a boat T-boned him. Orks flew through the air and the Captain was sent back towards devastators. With a loud crunch he hit the floor and slid into a burning wrecked trike.

Brother Baris rushed over and with his good arm he helped the Captain off the ground. The Captain was a bit shaken but they soon hurried over to the elevator where Bel Hando was standing.

“We have to get to high ground, there are to many of them.” The Captain said while reassessing the incoming orks. It seemed the first wave was only the fastest of the vehicles; many more were on the way.

As the next platform came up through the floor Bel Hando, Baris, and Gilgam got on the platform. Razzik stayed back with Tock-tzu who was still firing at the passing ork vehicles. The ring of carnage around them was now hampering the movement of the vehicles giving them some cover.

“DEATH TO DA HUMIES!!!!!” a shout through a loud speaker was heard through the chamber. Captain Razzik turned to see an ork stompa entering the chamber. Its gigantic artillery revolver was pointing at his position.

“TOCK, RUN!” the captain shouted while sprinting away from the elevator. Tock-tzu turned and began to move when an ork round knocked him over. Seeing the impact, Razzik turned around and ran straight at Tock who was trying to scramble away when the stompa fired. The shell hit the base of the vertical cage just as Razzik dove onto Tock and if it hadn’t been for Razziks shield they both would have been killed by the impact. The Shwando platform continued its climb into the gun battery but the flooring around the cage collapsed sending Razzik and Tock-tzu spiraling into a black hole in the floor.

   
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Muttabriqu heard the stompa fire its revolver artillery piece. The boom seemed to command silence in the chamber and for what seemed minutes, he watched the shell cross the room in slow motion and land at the base of the caged elevator. Captain Razzik dove on top of Tock-tzu with his shield raised as the shell exploded. The resulting explosion, for a brief moment was blinding, and when Muttabriqu looked back down below him at the carnage, there were no signs of his brothers. All that remained was torn metal and gaping hole in the floor into darkness.

Shells peppered the railing around him as he was brought back to reality. Muttabriqu, along with Umru, Rabishu, Sarabda, and Idiptu were on the metal caging and suspended platforms directly under the guns. The hexagon shaped platform they currently were on was some sort of reloading station for one of the gun batteries in the corner of the platform system. Umru and Sarabda were planting charges on a particularly large shell that was soon to be loaded by an automated machine. On all of the adjacent platforms scores of grots, boyz, and mekboyz were firing at them with crude weapons. Fortunately there were only two gantries connecting them and the nearest platforms. The bodies of orks were already making the gantries slick with blood. The only other way to cross the space was on the conveyor belt that wound around all of the platforms.

Idiptu was chanting a battle hymn to himself when the platform shook. Without stopping his hymn he dove from cover back towards the conveyor belt exit they had run up to peer over the edge. At the base of the belt, a battle wagon had slid into the wall before depositing a mob of boys that were now climbing the belt towards their position.

“Muttabriqu” he calmly stated “we have boys coming up the belt.”

While firing his plasma pistol at the orks attempting to cross one of the platforms he looked back at Umru and Sarabda. “How much time my brothers?”

Sarabda, the largest of the Uttuakki, finished the arming sequence before saying a short prayer to the Emperor. “It is armed and set for two minutes. It should detonate in the chamber and the explosion should take out this gun and possibly the neighboring ones.” He said as he pushed the shell, on its wheeled cart, towards the waiting loading crane. A timer appeared in their HUDs.

“What Sarabda failed to mention is that the explosion will also destroy this platform.” Umru added.

Umru ran over to Idiptu and took position by the conveyor belt exit. Sarabda waited by the crane to make sure it would load when he added. “These ork shells are all different I have no idea how large the explosion will be, precisely. “

“Prepare to move out towards Shwando’s position.” Muttabriqu said. He then added into the forces vox. “Shwando, can you provide covering fire. We’re moving towards your position to set another charge. “

“Negative. The cursed green skins and their contraptions are blocking our line of sight. “Bel Hando responded.

With a grunt Muttabriqu spoke. “Grenade wave in two.”

All five marines on the platform stopped firing and in two seconds threw fragmentation grenades at the nearest platforms. The orks took cover and those who didn’t were hit by shrapnel. Before the orks had come out of cover the five marines were running across the gore covered gantry. The fifty foot gap was crossed in seconds. Muttabriqu, leading the charge, jumped over the crate wall into the orks. As he began his killing the other marines arrived. The orks were slaughtered and many grots actually fled off the platform to their deaths.

As Rabishu threw the last ork off the platform, Muttabriqu looked back. The boyz were up the conveyor belt and unlike these grotz and loaders, they were armed and huge. Muttabriqu then looked towards the other platforms and picked his next few moves. The devastators unit, Shwando, was near the center of the hanging platforms, while the other five man unit of Uttuakki was some where on the other side.

His HUD timer now said 37 seconds. “Brothers we must move.” He said as he took off down another gantry. The unit crossed the next gantry and crossed another platform when the timer hit zero. The explosion shook the platforms and forced many marines and orks to hold on. The loading mechanism that held the rigged shell blew out and collapsed onto the platform which immediately began to bend and tear itself from the ceiling. Orks, metal, and part of the conveyor belt system fell to the floor. Several of the huge unloaded ordinances hit the floor ten stories below and exploded wiping out hundreds of orks and once again shaking the platforms from the wave. Nearly half of the huge chamber below was now a ruined mess.

After the shaking stopped Muttabriqu once again moved away from the torn platform. As they began to cross the next gantry a loud boom once again filled the chamber. A huge shell whistled past the unit into the ceiling before exploding. Rabishu and Idiptu were thrown to the gantry floor and hung on as the platform behind them began to sway and bend.

“I guess the stompa decided to risk hitting the ordinance.” Umru stated.

“go to….” Muttabriqu began when Miqit interrupted in the vox.
“Sarabda, how long did you set your charge?” he asked.
“two minutes, but you may want to go longer.” He responded.
“three it is. Our charge is set, we’re moving out.” Miqit replied.

“Shwando, move ahead two platforms. We’ll rendezvous. Sarabda and Umru stop at next platform and prime another. “

Affirmative blips filled Muttabriqus HUD when some broken chatter and static filled the long range vox channel. It sounded like Ruusa was trying to reach them. At the next platform Umru and Sarabda stopped at a waiting shell and began to prime another charge. By now the entire weapons battery had stopped firing. Most of the grots had fled in panic, but the remaining orks down below were filing up the conveyor belts and elevators towards platforms ahead of them. Muttabriqu, Rabishu, and Idiptu were waiting by one particular elevator when four orks in bulky armor got out. The marines opened up as the ork heads came into view, but the bulky armored orks were much more resilient then the others. They stomped onto the platform with kustom shootas blasting and power klaws snapping. They bellowed rage and hate as they moved in. The marine fire managed to head shot two of the orks before the melee began. Rabishu side stepped a downward klaw attack as Idiptu moved to flank, their orange chainswords thirsting for ork blood. Idiptu noticed the orks flank was well protected so he slashed at the orks exposed wiring. With a roar the ork turned to aim his shoota at him point blank, but that was all the opening Rabishu needed to put his chainsword into the orks face. The chainsword sprayed ichor and brains into the air before he pulled it free. Idiptu was already spitting fire at the other orks back side. Muttabriqu parried a klaw with his powerfist. The two weapons repelled one another with a burst of sparks. The ork cut loose with its triple linked shoota. The rounds chewed through the floor as the black armored marine dove to the side. The ork moved up and tried to stomp the downed sergeant when Idiptu jumped onto his back. With a quick klaw grab the ork nabbed Idiptu and was about to cut him in half when Muttabriqu’s plasma pistol fired up into the under side of the ork. The orks innards were melting when Idiptu, now upside down in the orks klaw, fired into the orks face. With a crash the ork fell over.

Idiptu got up, huge dents and visible klaw marks had opened up his armor. His blood had already closed the wounds. Muttabriqu moved into a crouched position behind the ork body when the empty elevator began to move further up. The next elevator was almost to the platform when a cacophony of fire went off nearby. The newest elevator reached the lip. The three Ice Angels looked at the shredded ork corpses. Peering over to one side, they could see the Shwando moving towards them. Bel Hando, Baris, and Gilgam approached when another explosion rocked the chamber. Miqit’s shell had exploded destroying another gun in the battery. This time there wasn’t any secondary damage to the huge chamber.

However, the red headed stompa lined up and sent another shell upwards. This time it went right through their platform and into the loading mechanism above them. The resulting explosion must have blasted into another chamber, only flames shot back out at the Ice Angels.

Even under the stompa fire the orks were beginning to invade the platforms. Brother Gilgam was laying down a steaming stream of heavy bolter fire at the largest targets. Bel Uri and his combat unit moved to support their flank just as Sarabda and Umru rejoined Muttabriqu. The orks were surrounding them, their superior numbers finally putting the marines on the defense.

A third and final explosion rocked the chamber as Sarabda’s last charge took out more of the gun battery. As Bel Hando looked down below him at the stompa he noticed an odd sight. Behind the stompa was a huge battle wagon, but instead of orks on it. He saw a matte black dreadnought standing on the open top. The weighed down wagon was rumbling towards the stompa crushing orks as it went. The other Ice Angels had arrived down below and were flanking the stompa and ground forces. As the stompa began to slowly turn around the battle wagon rumbled on. As the stompa squared up to the wagon Brother Frakatazuli fired his anchor directly at the stompas face. The Anchors huge five fingers dug into the stompas chin, the magnets worked over time as the chain system in Frakatazulis arm began to churn. The battlewagon stopped just shy of the stompa, several Ice Angels got out of the wagon and began to cut a bloody path, while the black dreadnought pulled itself up the front of the stompa. The stompa swayed as it tried to knock the dreadnought off, but the Anchor held on. The stompa tried to use its huge buzz saw next to cut off the dreadnought, but Frank fired a round of missiles and a meltagun blast that prevented the saw from ever spinning again. Soon Brother Frakatazuli was in the stompas face. Meltas went off and metal was shredded as the dreadnought tore into the red headed stompa.

As the orks on the platforms moved in and began to overwhelm the Ice Angel position a powerful roar echoed through the chamber. Brother Frakatazuli was standing on the ruined head of the stompa his close combat weapon and huge Magna-grappler spinning in the air. He roared again this time louder. The sound was a terrible multi-toned wave of hatred that even made the bones in the Astartes quiver.

Orks through out the chamber stopped what they were doing. Even the largest of nobs and meganobz turned and began to flee. Ork vehicles sped away through open bulk heads and grots simply cowered in fear. The Ice Angels murdered them without mercy. Frakatazuli launched out all of his remaining missiles but one at the fleeing vehicles.

After the last missile hit its target he began to climb his way down the now motionless stompa. The tech priest was waiting at the bottom his power axe covered in ork brains. .

“I have battled next to you for hundreds of years and I have never heard that before. What was that sound Brother?” Philosir said to the black dreadnought.

Frakatazuli leaned down at the red armored marine, taking pause before explaining. “That sound was from a beast on a now destroyed planet that we came across when our chapter was still part of the Angels Encarmine. It is one of the few mindless beasts that could make even the Emperors finest hesitate.” The dreadnought looked up as if deep in thought and lost in memory. “The creatures on that planet were so tainted with evil that it was deemed necessary to destroy. I have stored that sound for centuries and even its use makes me feel ill.” With a few whirls of his close combat fist he took a step towards the door they entered.

“I must get back outside; the weight of the Anchor is beginning to strain my systems. Will you drive Brother Philosir?” the dreadnought said as he approached the battle wagon.

With a nod that the dreadnought couldn’t even see, Philosir hefted his cog shaped power axe and moved towards the wagon.

“Captain I must accompany Frank back onto the surface.” The tech priest stated.

Captain Ruusa, who was fifty yards away, murdering fallen orks, turned towards the wagon. “Kadakrazz take your Kurigulzu and go with them. Clear another landing zone by the birds for reinforcements. Philosir, signal the fleet when you can. “

As the remnants of the tactical squad joined Frank on the battlewagon, Ruusa looked up to the Ice Angel force clearing the platforms. “Muttabriqu, where is Razzik?”

Muttabriqu paused after shooting down another fleeing ork. “He is MIA. The stompa took out the cage he was near. He hasn’t responded but he may have fallen into that hole in the floor. “

Captain Ruusa scanned the gigantic chamber before he spotted the hole. As he began to head that direction he spoke into the vox. “Muttabriqu take Shwando to the surface. Bel Uri what is your status?”

“Bennu’s new leg is acting up, and Tirid took several bullet wounds, everyone else is combat ready.” Bel Uri responded.

“Excellent. Tirid and Bennu go with Muttabriqu. Bel Uri, Miqit, and Sidana are with me. We have to see what happened to Razzik. “

A green blip showed up in Ruusa’s HUD, when another voice spoke in the vox. “Captain, Brother Tock-tzu fell with Captain Razzik as well. I request to come along and recover my fallen Brother.” Bel Hando said with grief in his voice.

“Granted. Bel Hando you can come along as well, but the rest of your unit will go with Muttabriqu. “ Ruusa replied.

Another green blip showed in his HUD as Captain Ruusa came up to the dark torn pit in the floor. The darkness was impenetrable but the Captain lowered his storm shield and held his double headed power axe at his side. He knew Razzik was alive, he couldn’t explain how. He knew his brother was down there.

He knew he needed his help.



   
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Good read. I think when your done, you should get it put together as one unabridged version.
   
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whalemusic360 wrote:Good read. I think when your done, you should get it put together as one unabridged version.


I think once its all done, I'll post it as an article here on dakka. Yep, good idea Whalemusic. Then again, thats assuming I ever finish this monster of a tale! lol

   
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Valid point. I'm looking forward to seeing the GMS boys work their way in there.
   
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Very nice Ice... thanks for another great section of the story. I agree with WM, needs to be a complete piece when finished.

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Thanks guys, I'm glad you like it. I think reading peoples comments, both good and bad, make me want to write more. Just for fun I started up a new document to see how large my story is and so far I've got 38 pages worth of Ice Angel stuff. I was rather impressed with myself. I think I've only got two more to go before the marine swap stuff gets involved. However, I do have some busy weekends coming up so we'll see how soon I can get around to the new fluff.

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Tons more to read!

I'll treat myself to it this weekend sometime. At which time I'll let you know what I think.

Edit: ok maybe i couldn't wait till the weekend.

Overall i enjoyed it, however two things stood out to me

The first was this paragraph:

"After the missiles had been fired, squad Kurigulzu, the other tactical unit, along with Captain Ruusa and Techmarine Philosir moved up around the dreadnought and fired on the new orks. The orks were torn apart but not before they launched another volley of rockets. One rocket landed at the feet of a tactical trooper named Mi-luqua Vaz, but he jumped as the rocket hit, the explosion then sent him spinning into the vacuum. After spiraling for a few seconds Vaz used one of his single burst propulsion cans. Which sent him quickly back to the rokks surface, but not before he took a view of the surroundings."


I think you are implying that the rok has no gravity? Which is why the marine had to use a "propulsion can" to reach the rok again after being blown off of it.

If so how do all the other marines and dreadnaught manage to stay on the rok, assuming that the act of running is not enough to dislodge them from the rok wouldn't the recoil from their weapons knock them off.

It’s just a little confusing and emersion breaking for me.

The second is this paragraph:

"Muttabriqu, the sergeant of squad Uttuakki pointed to a panel tucked in a corner. “Umru see what you can do.” He stated. Captain Razzik took a quick side glance at Muttabriqu before accompanying Umru. It had been a long time since they had been in the same strike force and to this day Muttabriqu holds a grudge against the Captain. Both men have long lists of achievements but Muttabriqu was loved by nearly everyone in the chapter so it was quite a shock when Master Librarian Duggon chose Razzik to fill the newest Captain position. For now, Razzik was comfortable letting Muttabriqu lead his unit and Razzik had spent most of his time keeping a close eye on the Shwando."

The little soap box marks the spot where I felt the perspective changed.

The story is in third person, as such you are telling us what the characters think, say, do. Its like we are observing the events, after the soapbox its like you broke the fourth wall. Its if the narrator stopped describing the world of the story and turned directly to us the audience and addressed us.

At least that’s how it seems to me.

If I am making no sense right now I apologize

Overall though it was very good except for those two instances where I was thrown for a loop.



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ma55ter_fett, I appreciate the feedback. I see what your saying about in the second instance where I changed tenses. I will go back and fix that when I am at my other computer. As for the gravity concern, I figured that the rokk had some sort of gravity on the exterior, even though it may be a very little amount. I also figured that an explosion would send a marine further away from the rokk, not necessarily forever but at least up into space.

Now, I am not an expert in anything space related so it may be wrong, but that was my thought.

   
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The Hunt for Razzik

With a grunt Miqit landed next to his brothers. He looked up at the opening they had just scaled. Only fifty feet above was a torn hole in the ceiling where the stompa had blasted at the lost Captain. They had climbed down the wreckage of what appeared to be several floors of machinery and access tunnels. The entire system seemed to connect to the elevator that the shell had exploded next to. There were several paths leading to the elevator but at the base was a motionless conveyor belt that must have ceased to function once the elevator system crashed.

Miqit did a quick gear check before taking a closer look at his brothers. Captain Ruusa, with his double bladed power axe and storm shield, looked determined and anxious to find the fallen Captain Razzik. The Captain seemed to notice Miqit’s look and he nodded his pointed ice blue helm at him. Miqit returned the gesture before looking over to Bel Hando. Bel Hando is the sergeant to the Shwando, a newly formed devastator unit; his usual demeanor has been replaced by one of sorrow for loosing his first two battle brothers under his command. Ishtim took fire from a mob of lootas and Tock-tzu fell into the darkness with Razzik. Miqit, not looking to ever command a unit thought of his fallen brethren before looking over to the last two members of their party, Bel Uri and Sidana. Bel Uri with his orange powerfist and chainsword looked mean as ever. He was one of the smaller members of the Uttuakki but his speed and grace in combat was legendary in the chapter. Sidana was of similar size to Miqit but he had been a member of the Uttuakki for much longer, his orange weapons almost as bright as the painted lines on his helmet. He was reloading his bolt pistol when Captain Ruusa spoke.

Debris from the blast was littering the floor and several exposed wires were sparking. Down the tunnel was only darkness and the smell of oil and metal. “I don’t like the feel of this. Brother Razzik, unless severally wounded, should have been able to make that climb out of here.” Captain Ruusa said.

Bel Hando chimed in “I don’t see any sign of Tock-tzu either.”

“Something must have made them move else where, be vigilant and let the blood of Sanguinius guide you my brothers.” The Captain added before striding down the motionless conveyor belt. Bel Hando was right behind along with Sidana and Miqit. Bel Uri was uncharacteristically in the rear clenching is powerfist in anticipation.

* * * * *
The five brothers cautiously explored the conveyor belt and tunnel for any signs that would give them a clue as to what happened to Razzik and Tock-tzu. No words were exchanged or sounds made other then their own footfalls and the occasional moving of debris. After a few minutes the tunnel opened up and the marines could walk next to the conveyor belt instead of on it making it easier to pass the occasional shell waiting to once again head to the guns above.

The belt then rounded a corner and ended in a metal maw. The walkway around the belt turned both left and right, one path appeared to have stairs leading up while the other stayed level.

As the brothers approached Bel Hando spoke into the vox. “Captain, look at the base of the belt.”

Ruusa moved up to where the belt meet the closed metal door, while Sidana and Miqit moved into the hall way entrances to cover. Ruusa pulled out a crystaline shard that had embedded itself into the belt. The shard had some sort of toxin on it and with it blood.

“Either an ork is using a dark eldar weapon or this rokk contains more then just orks.” Ruusa stated. Bel Uri and Bel Hando exchanged looks before a wave of resolve hit the unit.

“I hope so, Dark Eldar always give me better stories then orks do.” Bel Uri said with a chuckle.

Sidana just shook his head before noticing down the hall to their left what appeared to be an Ice Angel multi-melta. He moved in to inspect while Bel Hando moved up to cover. It was damaged beyond repair and nearly cut in half. Around where the weapon laid was also more blood, but not just space marine blood.

“Dark Eldar indeed. “ Sidana said with a pinch of disgust in his voice.

The sound of crashing metal turned all five marines to peer down the hall, weapons drawn and ready. Out of the darkness came nothing but silence. After a few moments, Ruusa spoke.

“Uri take point.”

Bel Uri weaved through his brothers and was quickly moving down the hall as silently as he could. Sidana and Bel Hando a few paces back with Ruusa and Miqit in the rear.

The hall way took a few turns before opening up into what appeared to be a rock cavern. The only light penetrating the darkness was a hanging light fifty feet above them. It was hard to make out the size and shape of the cavern. Piles of rusted metal junk dominated most of their line of sight. It looked like a recent pile had fallen over.

Bel Uri moved up past the fallen pile to take up a position by an upright pipe. Sidana was moving past Bel Uri to take another position when something caught his eye. In the pile of fallen debris was a gloved black hand. When Sidana stopped, Miqit took the cue to move up. Hando immediately followed Sidanas line of sight and rushed into the pile of debris to clear out the buried marine. Bel Hando was pushing away debris and praying to the emperor the marine was alive when Miqit saw a dark form move ahead of their position. He leveled his meltagun when a scream pieced his concentration. The dark form ran right past him with amazing speed and he roared his response to the scream. Captain Razzik dove into Bel Hando knocking him aside as a scantily clad woman dropped from some where above. She landed stabbing at the ground where Bel Hando was, then began laughing as she quickly moved in on the prone brothers. Razzik contorted and blocked with his fist as the first blows began to ring in the chamber. She was so fast that no other marine dared to fire. Captain Ruusa quickly moved in to engage. He parried a blow with his axe that would have speared Razziks face when the assailant flipped away from the marines. As she landed she was met by a bolt round from Sidana and a round of melta from Miqit that reduced her lithe body to ash.

Bel Hando got up and ran over to check on Tock-tzu who was still partially concealed as Ruusa checked on Captain Razzik. Tock-tzu was unconscious and torn up by both bullets and blades, but alive. He was now deep in a coma that marines entered when severely wounded. Captain Razzik was showing several blade wounds and three shuriken rounds were embedded in his shin guards and forearm armor, but he seemed unfazed. His white powerfist wasn’t crackling with as much power and his only other weapon was a long combat knife at his hip.

Ruusa held out his hand to Razzik, which he took. They then turned to Bel Hando and Tock-tzu. Bel Hando looked down at his battle brother before springing into action as if a switch had been flipped in his body. Bel Hando started looking through the rubble for Tock’s bolt pistol. Tock-tzu would already be furious about his multi-melta being destroyed, but if Bel Hando forgot to grab his bolt pistol he would be going back on a promise that Bel Hando had made to his entire squad. Leave no brother or brother’s weapon behind.

Captain Razzik took a deep breath before looking at Captain Ruusa.
“Captain the dark eldar woman that attacked us was not alone. The other fled through the rock cavern. There is clearly more to this rokk then we anticipated.”

Ruusa nodded as the other brothers soaked in the new found knowledge. Sidana, Miqit, and Bel Uri immediately spread out around the fallen marine in order to protect their position. Ruusa was about to give an order when static filled their vox. It was the strike force channel. Tech priest Philsor chimed in with a sense of urgency.

“Captain! Squad Rimsin and Labushi have engaged dark eldar under the comm tower. I repeat, dark eldar have attacked our units. They’ve sustained heavy losses and the eldar have taken captives and are retreating. I am moving in with a combat squad from Kurigulzu then we will pursue. Brother Frakatazuli is heading with the others to the birds.”

As the words filled their vox, Miqit and Bel Uri took a look at each other at the mention of captives.

“Affirmative Brother Philsor, we will rendezvous with the bird’s then move into support as well. “ Captain Ruusa stated. Bel Hando began to pick up Tock-tzu when Razzik turned and peered into the darkness of the rock cavern.

“I believe we should pursue the dark eldar that fled through here. She may take us to our brethren. “He said with anger in his voice.

Bel Uri almost shouted in agreement as Miqit nodded his head. Captain Ruusa seeing his logic once again looked down at Tock-tzu. “Bel Hando you’ll have to carry him along. Sidana and Bel Uri cover the rear. Razzik take point. Let’s move. “

With a prayer on their lips and revenge in their thoughts they moved through the darkness looking for their prey.

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