Drop Trooper with Demo Charge
Sydney
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Chapter 1
331961.M41
1450 -1520 hours, Cadia time
location: Phenosan airspace
The orbital artillery pounded away at the surface…
Force recon guardsmen grav-dropped onto the surface, right into the fight of their lives…
The main body of the landing crafts entered the atmosphere…
As hell broke loss around them…
THE IMPERIAL LANDING CRAFT KNOWN AS ‘CELTIC 5’ THUNDERED SLOWLY THROUGH THE ATMOSPHERE of Phenosa. From above the clouds, the ground was a blur, except for the explosions erupting on the surface.
The large Mars pattern landing craft fired its anti-air guns into the sky, shooting down aerial threats that flew towards the Celtc, its sounds echoing within the ship, A ratat sound blasting loudly within the lower hanger bay.
The larger engines sparked, the thick admantium metal, dented and blistered, scratch marks and holes lined the irregular top, all over the high command bridge and the area around it, its naval cannons visibly, destroyed and burning, visibility from the bridge began disintegrating. The external communications with the rest of the naval fleet…Destroyed, a small gashing hole left at the Eastern end of the Bridge, Void shields…Completely Destroyed.
Valkyrie and Vendetta gunships shot past the Celtic 5 as large, blue acidic bolts fired away at them as they passed, the shots blasting two, sending them crashing and burning. The Valkyries stormed off towards sector Omega 3, where third battalion was being utterly whipped out.
The landing craft began to descend towards the ground, slowly.
“80 seconds” Shouted one of the pilots into the internal vox system,
The 2000 or so men seated in the hanger bay, prepared themselves for the worst, they checked there ammunition and began securing there flak armor. Others ate some of there rations whilst others smoked, trying to relax themselves. The three tank squadrons, each vehicle bolted down with heavy iron mechanical beams that held them in position until after landing. There crews sitting in their vehicles ready to go, its tank commanders discussing plans with each other over the Vox system.
2ND LIEUTENANT COLONEL BLACKSIRE SAT IN HIS SEAT FIDDLING WITH HIS BOLT PISTOL, AS HE heard the announcement, he rose to his feet and began giving orders, using the Vox system across all channels.
“Alpha Company, out first, group up, spread out and keep moving. Beta take the left flank, Charlie take right. Dog and echo companies, covering fire as soon as you guys get out. Heavy weapon units follow Alpha and set up taking major threats. 2nd battalion will be following Dog and echo, watch for friendly’s, over”
The Company captains replied and issued orders to the platoon lieutenants who then replied to them and began giving basic orders to the infantry squads under there command.
The men looked at each other, some were scared, others more nervous and the trigger-happy veterans were excited in a way, rather, wanting to see combat again.
“90 seconds!”
JULIAN LOOKED AROUND THE HUGE HANGER BAY, IT REEKED OF MAN STENCH AND OF VOMIT OF his nervous comrades. Everyone in the room was of the same race, all Cadians.
Some of them, the finest ever produced. Some were natural leaders, others the greatest snipers and others great soldiers. Others were the complete opposite and would et a lot of men killed. In the same regimental division, Julian had four brothers scattered throughout the large ship, it was impossible for him to find anyone besides the men in his company sitting next to him.
“Jul’s, you ready” asked his best mate Carl Kentucky.
“As ready as I’ll ever be” he replied nervously,
His hands were twitching away; he reached for his canteen and began sipping his water, his hands shaking continuously as he brought the canteen to his mouth. He breathed in and out heavily, his heart raced, his mind began to set.
His unit name raced through his head, ‘squad 703, 1st platoon, Charlie Company, 1st battalion, 501st Cadian death storm regiment.
“60 seconds” shouted the pilot
Julian looked to his left at the men seated around him; he looked right at the armored vehicles lined up on the far left end, the most devastating battle tanks he had ever seen.
He closed his eyes, breathing more and more, his heart racing like a steam train.
Suddenly…
BANG!
He opened his eyes as a siren sounded and the room suddenly flashed red.
THE MEN LOOKED AROUND, BLACKSIRE STOOD UP, HE BEGAN TO SMELL THE SCORCHED METAL, HE KNEW HOW…
The void shields began to shut down.
“What’s going on?” Shouted Blacksire into the vox caster next to him,
“Bio breach, bogies causing heavy damage, winged warrior’s incoming!” Shouted the reply from the bridge, everyone began to brace themselves, check there fire arms and prepare for an early fight.
Parts of the huge landing craft began smoking; technical systems had mechanical breakdowns causing haywire. Lascannons on the sides of the craft began to fire away, the sound echoed loudly, then the sound of flak fire from the large autocannon shots filled and lighted the sky, the shots hitting the flying targets in the sky.
All hell began to break loose; the men weren’t exactly ready to die. Most of them hadn’t seen combat yet, smoke began to leak into the hanger, transmissions filled the hanger from the bridge. The pilots and the crew began quickly, discussing about the damage, done to the Celtic 5’s armor, while others began to panic, slowly demolishing the moral of the infantry who could hear most of the discussions.
“We got to pull up” shouted one of the pilots
“I’m trying, system malfunction” shouted another
“Void shields are gone!” Shouted a shield officer
Then more voices shouted over the intercom about more systems going down, an engine at the rear shorting out. Then as the landing craft shook, someone shouted about the nose being hit, something had gotten inside…
The landing craft, approximately 800 metres in the air, with 20 seconds left in its decent, began to rise again; the heavy, damaged ship began to pick up speed, heading for the largest amount of free, open land provided.
FROM WITHIN THE HANGER, JULIAN KNEW WHAT WAS GOING ON, SO DID EVERYONE ELSE ESPECIALLY HIS BROTHER JACKSON. Jackson was an elite guardsmen; he had seen close arms combat against traitors on numerous operations. He had his trusty sniper rifle with him, always and caused catastrophic damage to his enemies moral. He is also the most accurate man in his unit, even with a lasgun.
“Jackson, you alright mate?” shouted his Sergeant John Miller over the sounds of gunfire and the echoing talk of the other men.
“I’m good, sir, Adrian’s not looking to good sir, looks a bit sick” he replied in a yell
“I think Tom, and Rieben are looking wheezy to, Tom better take that vox headset off” said Miller
“Reaching new destination in 6 minutes, 20 clicks from objective, we’re at 10000ft and ready, will be 50 second warning, be ready,” Said a voice over the intercom
Jackson looked at John Miller who had his helmet in his lap, rubbing his short brown hair
“This is freaking wonderful” he muttered to himself
“Sir, the 119th doesn’t even have control of dog 1 and Zebra 5, what did you expect” Said Evans, a man transferred from intelligence.
“I know, I know, we’re easily expandable men, that doesn’t mean we have to land in the most our right dangerous sector on the entire planet” Said Miller
“That’s not actually correct sir, the 168th was destroyed 3 hours ago 4000 clicks from omega 3, the 730th Cadian strike force is scattered on the other side of the planet, the 101st Elysian unit is at 20% strength and the rest of regiment has touched down in other sectors. Also, the 810th went AWOL; no one knows were they’ve gone or what they’re going to do.”
“Sir, just relax, we’ll be fine, pray that the emperor will be with us on hell, and that the humans here will help us” said Jackson as he breathed heavily pulling a chain to his lips from around his neck, kissing his dog tags.
14 ROWS BEHIND JULIAN, AND 13 ROWS AHEAD OF JACKSON, LORENZO SAT IN HIS CHAIR staring at the lights in the shaky ceiling, his sergeant slept two seats down, the men around him either sat quietly or tried to occupy themselves as explosions were going off outside. Lorenzo was the most obedient and one of the most obnoxious men in 2nd platoon, Delta Company, 1st division. He and his brothers Julian, Jackson, Maximum and Lucky were completely different in so many ways, his younger brothers Lucky and Maximum worked in different sections of Alpha company reconnaissance, whilst his older brother Julian worked in Charlie and his eldest brother Jackson worked in Delta.
Lorenzo hated being split up from his brothers, his mind still wondering into his past 4 years ago when he joined the force.
He regretted it greatly, he knew he wasn’t going to be going home again, it was the life of a guardsman, to serve the emperor and to die in the field of battle. Lorenzo didn’t have many mates in his unit, just two guys, Andrew and Luis, the only two guys he knew well.
Lorenzo breathed in lightly, his heart beated calmly when…
A terrifying roar echoed in the hanger, as explosions rung out in a large corridor near by. It was loud, painful, the sound of screaming guardsmen became clear. Lasguns began firing away within the transports, the crew began trying to hold off the invader.
Everything suddenly went to crap.
THE REGIMENTAL COMMAND SECTION SAT READY FOR THE LANDING AS THEY WENT OVER THE ORDERS written on thin paper as an announcement boomed over the hangers vox system.
“Infestation, lower levels” shouted the comm’s officer over the intercom
“Crap” shouted 2nd lieutenant Blaksire, drawing his bolt pistol, getting his command unit to their feet.
A huge, blue biological blast hit the far wall of the hanger, skimming the top of one of the tanks, leaving a man size hole in the wall. The metal melted away, leaving a visible hole on the outside, air suddenly rushing of the hanger.
“Holy Crap!” Shouted Julian, as he turned and looked towards the rear.
Another shot was fired, hitting a whole bunch of men, the blast turning them to a mush on the floor, sending others to the ground.
“Warrior!” shouted a guardsman
The men around began to rise to their feet and began panicking. They began drawing their lasguns and the ones close enough began to fire, their shots tickling the creature as the shots bounced off its muscular carapace armor. The winged warrior fired again, blasting a compact power generator, causing the hanger to jitter and shake. Smoke began to fill the hanger as the power generator suddenly erupted with sparks. The white lighting began to flicker constantly as more explosions began to erupt.
The men around the tyranid were quickly and swiftly cut apart by it as it violently lashed out at the men. Its huge skeletal sword like arms cut through the men like a knife cutting through an orange, or like a disk breaking in half. One lieutenant bravely charged at it, his two handed power sword drawn, he sidestepped to the left as the tyranid swung its huge alien arm towards him like a wrecking ball, before he drove his chainsword into the body. The tyranid roared ferociously as it grabbed the man and through him into the side of a leman Russ. His body instantly breaking on impact as his body fell backwars against the mighty armor. Everything began to go wrong in seconds.
IN THE COMMAND BRIDGE, THE CELTIC 5’S ADMIRAL, MAXICUS LESLIE BARKED orders to the many crew men in the command bridge as systems began to shutdown. He turned over to one of the screens that communicated with the engine rooms. Inside the screen, the image of a gutted officer slumped over his station as blood lushed out of him, a huge slash mark across the systems in the background, covered in a mess of blood.
“There in the engine room, shut down all blast doors in the engine room, activate all internal defense systems, to shoot at all none humans.” Shouted Leslie
“Sir, auto defense systems not commuting” shouted Corporal Gilmore as he actively pushed numerous buttons.
“what about the guardsmen down there!” He shouted as he tried to work out the next order
“none responsive” Shouted another man
Then Suddenly the Celtic 5 began to shake as something exploded against the bridge, sending the standing men onto their knees, ofrcing them to grab onto something.
Leslie looked around at the men on the ground, then suddenly, there was a tremendous high pitched roar from out in the corridor, men jumped at the sudden freight as the screams of dying men suddenly echoed loudly.
“Check the manned weapon systems outside, make sure there still operational and taking down aerial threats” Shouted Leslie
“Sir, they’re low on ammunition on the left side and the right side just shut down” replied operator Henderson as he began to communicate with weapons command.
“Call up here our elite guard now” Shouted Leslie as he heard another explosion go off near by.
“Tyranids heading towards the bridge” Shouted a voice over the vox caster
“Shut those blast doors” Ordered Leslie, shouting at the top of his lungs, realizing this was going to be it, he drew his bolt pistol and grabbed 3 men to their feet, as they drew there lasguns and pointed them towards the big, metal closing doors.
The doors sealed shut as steam hissed out of the bottom as thumps suddenly echoed towards them.
“Captain Iram, get your forces out of this sector, repeat, we’re going down, over” Shouted Leslie into a vox caster headset.
“Copy, we’ve landed in gamma4, admiral Dover’s ship went down, we’re moving towards hive auxiliary.
“Copy, we’re going down, if we survive, the infantry will head your way, over and out” Shouted Leslie as he threw down the headset and watched as the pilots gained altitude.
BOOM!
Suddenly, the blast doors began to be cut open. A Claw like arm, poked a oval like hole right through, the metal began to melt as the acidic substance on the creature melted away the metal, causing the doors to destabilize. Few of the men fired at the arm as it appeared deeper and deeper inside.
“Sir, we’re going to lose everything” Shouted Baliox
“No we’re not” replied Leslie as he turned to the scared pilot
“600 crew, 2000 guardsmen and a 250 metre transport ship, sir, we weren’t meant to be out here! We’re going down” Shouted the scared man
Leslie realized that the man was right, everything had gone to gak and the spread out crew had been massacred in every department of the transport. Engines were failing, battles raging below, alien assassinations of the crew and worse of all, they had reached the bridge.
“Open fire” Shouted Leslie, his last and final order of the Celtic 5, as suddenly, the once thought ‘impenetrable’ blast doors were suddenly blown open as a tyranid warrior rushed out at the men.
“Incoming!” Shouted a pilot
“Brace yourselves” Shouted Gilmore into the ships vox system as he saw the radar flash with a medium sized dot on its screen.
Leslie quickly spun around to see what was happening, and as he did so, he saw the huge alien flying right towards the bridge. He saw its black hideous eyes, the sharp jiggered teeth and the wings the width of the bridge. It flew towards them… like a Kamikaze pilot…aimed at the bridge.
BLACKSIRE COULDN’T BELIEVE WHAT WAS HAPPENING, HE MOVED QUICKLY TO THE INTERCOM. He pushed a black button and a 2D image of the Celtic 5 flashed open on the screen. It showed the Celtic 5’s damage status, with each different section of the ship a different colour. The engine rooms at the rear of the ship flashed a orange, the middle section flashed red and suddenly, so did the nose cone at the front of the ship. Then quickly, the bridge, shown by a mid height tower near the middle of the ship, suddenly flashed a dark red, blinking away, before it suddenly stopped.
The bridge was destroyed.
Other sections began to flash different colours as more heavy alien surface fire hit the ship as it slowly angled towards the planet.
The huge tyranid warrior in the hanger sliced apart a Leman russ battle tank’s turret, decapitating the commander inside, its ammunition exploding, but only tickling the Tyranid, as its rage grew even more. The infantry began to panic, and scatter to all ends of the hanger, as others tried to shoot at it with their pea shooter like lasguns. Blacksire moved towards the huge alien, he drew his plasma pistol and took aim.
He breathed in
Breathed out, and fired his plasma pistol, a blue gooey shot flew out over the madness. It hit the tyranid in the chest, melting away flesh and bits of bone and organic material. The Tyranid looked his way, roared a screeching, high pitched sound on a savage note, it slashed its claws towards Blacksire and his remaining regimental command unit.
Blacksire took a few steps backwards, but his reflexes weren’t up to standard. The huge claws impacted across Blacksires chest, only slightly cutting the flesh behind it. The toxic bacteria suddenly entering his system. There was a huge cut left across the commander’s carapace armor as put of his shirt underneath soaked up blood.
The impact through him viciously to the ground, as it turned its attension to the men around it.
Blacksire looked at the ugly tyranid, he pulled up his plasma pistol again and just as he pulled the trigger, a humongous explosion erupted shaking what remained of the Celtic 5. Blacksires shot spun upwards colliding with the solid metal hanger ceiling.
From approximately 200 feet in the air, the craft began to tragically come apart. It was a tremendous sight to witness as the it broke apart. But from within the it, it was horrifying, the crew were blown away and instantly killed as shards of metal ripped into them. The Celtic 5 began to be ripped in half. Literally. Cut and torn like a piece of cardboard. Parts of the ship fell away, weapons broke off, joints and entire floors began to collapse instantly.
Julian was thrown to the ground, pinned still, his brothers scared out of their pants. As for the Tyranids on board that survived, they began to make their ways out, looking for exits and holes.
The rear half of the ship completely broke away and suddenly fell away from front. It twisted and turned as the heavy piece of metal began to drop dramatically, little figures thrown out of it into the sky. The front half was in flight for a few seconds before it turned and dived towards the surface on a diagonal slope. Flames burst out of nearly every compartment. Entire sections burst away from the ship instantly following the burning trail.
Julian prayed to himself, asking for mercy from the emperor, he knew it was over. He closed his eyes, tightening them as much as possible. He prayed for a last few seconds and finally…
BOOOM!
Everything went dark; his mind went blank as the celtic 5 slid across the ground, imprinting itself along the surface. It began to spin a little onto its side, leaving a trail of wreckage.
It was dark inside the hanger.
What remained was a mess as dust began to float in and cover everything.
Dead littered everywhere, the wounded crushed; the living began to stumbled to their feet.
Third of the regiment shattered in moments.
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Written by Adrian S, Nsw, Australia
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