Hey guys, this is my new story, or rather updated one. please read it and give me some advice (:
this is only a third of the first chapter and the rest will be posted if wanted.
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Chapter 1 Breaking Day
331961.M41
1420-1400 hours, Cadia time
Location: Phenosian Airspace
"Big daddy this is Eagle 1, approaching LZ now, heavy infestations, prepare for tough landing" Said Vanco Cyclo into the mouth piece of his pilots headgear as his Vulture assault aircraft rose back into formation with the big imperial naval craft
"Victory! Escorts take down all aerial threats, don't let them any closer otherwise we're going to break up even more. Lowering thrusters, cover us for one hundred seconds, then divert escort force to take down bogies in Omega 5 sector, over" Replied Admiral Leslie over the naval Vox system that communicated with all imperial aircraft on the same frequency.
"Copy that, Eagle 5 and Eagle 6 take point and hold all forces back, Eagle 2 and 3 stay in formation and Eagle 7 cover the bridge"
"Over" Came the reply over Vanco's headset as he diverted his Vulture to the Crafts right flank, preparing to pick off the scraps.
The imperial landing craft known as 'Celtic 5' thundered through the atmosphere of Phenosa at a steady pace as its escorts fired missiles into swarms of winged creatures in the distance. From above the clouds, Vulture pilots saw the ground as a blur, except for the shapes of the larger creatures that were seen manoeuvring across the baron surface, killing anything in their path. Then sudden explosions that erupted on the surface as orbital artillery fired devastating amounts of firepower to the surface, eradicating anything in its path.
Vanco and his co-pilot Tonta watched as the large Mars pattern landing craft as it fired its heavy anti air guns in all directions, trying to hit the numerous winged creatures as they came into range. The sound of shells firing echoed loudly as it easily attracted the attention of the unwanted.
Vanco's attention turned to the Celtic's large cylinder like engines that sparked ferociously at the ships rear. Its dark grey colour shining brightly as it absorbed the light from space. The five engines looked ready to explode at any moment as they exerted huge amounts of dense nuclear fusion heat energy. The pair than scanned the Celtic five's huge bodily features, its thick admantium metal armour that lined just about the entire ship was covered with dents and blisters as if it had been worn out from numerous landings and heavy combat training. It was the colour of greyish silver that coated it, but most of it had faded away and was left with numerous marks. Scratch marks and holes lined the irregular roof of the Craft as sparks detonated into the air from where its old naval cannons had sat moments earlier. Its remains burned and twisted to the side of the ships roof, practically hanging for its life.
They could suddenly see smoke rising out of the roof that blocked out the visibility of the 25 metre tall command bridge that stood on the flattened roof closer to the rear in the middle of the ship, they could see a two man high gashing hole in the side of the bridge just as a large winged creature landed next to it. The landing craft began to lower itself down to the surface, slowly as the ship took more fire. More than 3 kilometres till ground level, the ship lowered out of the cloud line. Vanco focused away from the landing craft as a red dot beeped at him on his radar screen. He tapped at it, and then looked ahead. His eyes widened as he saw a large winged creature in the distance. Approximately 25 kilometres away, it was huge, bigger than that of mythical dragons. They were at least four metres high and much, much longer, flapping its wings slowly, as if it had all the time in the world.
"Tanta, report to Celtic's bridge about that thing, and then prep all multi lasers to maximum power, it’s gonna be a tough few moments" Said Vanco to his co-pilot
"Already on it"
Vanco turned to look at the front of the Celtic five, he gulped as he realised how many men were in the ship that had suddenly become the main attention of the enemy. 'They got to land now' he thought to himself as he thumbed open the triggers on his control stick. He knew the structure of the Celtic 5 well. He knew where the location of the infantry hanger was and how many men were inside. He could only scrape the surface of how they were feeling...
"90 seconds!" delivered a voice over the speaker system that was connected to the Celtic 5's internal vox communication system throughout the ship. "Emperors speed! May he be with you always"
Everyone in the large hanger bay prepared themselves for the worst. two thousand, five hundred men seated in a long hanger bay that was over twelve metres high and originally built for assault aircraft and larger troop carriers. But today it was one of the largest transports being used in the planetary campaign of Phenosa, carrying thousands of men as well as a company of virtually indestructible battle tanks and scout vehicles.
1ST LIEUTANENT COLONEL Tolkien Blacksire sat in his green metallic seat in the middle of the huge hanger bay, his regimental command squad made up of 10 officers sat on a platform that was slightly higher off the metallic ground. He clenched the handgrip of his silver bolt pistol, putting in his first clip of ammunition, then sheathing it back into its holster.
"Sir, companies are issuing in asking for the finalised of orders. We've only got a few seconds before we touchdown, what do you want us to do?" Asked Blacksire's Vox Sergeant looking directly at him waiting for a reply
Blacksire stared blankly at the front of the landing craft over the heads of the numerous soldiers as various thoughts and ideas rushed through his very mind. Then using the base of his chair for support, he rose to his feet and looked at all the men around him. He tapped Vox sergeant Haos on the head, "Haos, give me the external headset" He said to him with his hand out. Haos gave to him a small black handset, and Blacksire started relaying orders as he pressed it against his ear.
"Alpha company out first, group up and keep moving, clear a path for the armour to move through. Beta follow Alpha out and hold the left flank, nothing gets through to the armour, Charlie take right and don't let them out flank us. Heavy weapons units follow up behind, move in with Alpha Company and provide evasive fire. Delta move in behind the armour, echo through to half companies follow same plans and exit rear ramp, make sure we aren't encircled, otherwise we're doomed. May the Emperors mercy lie on our shoulders!" He said into the headset.
He put the earpiece to his ear and he could hear the company Captains replying using the unofficial regimental reply call "Emperors storm!" The first man to reply back was Captain Basilone of Charlie Company, one of the most veteran men in the 1st Battalion of the 501st death storm regiment.
Blacksire reacted with a slight smile, before changing to a serious face as the Celtic 5 shook as it was pounded by the surface.
PRIVATE Julian Von Burren looked around the large hanger bay through his sea blue eyes. He could smell man stench, and it reeked of onion sweet and of private Stevous Walters dirty, green vomit that spread across the floor next to him. He saw that almost everyone in the hanger was of the same race. Most of them pure breed Cadians from the planet Cadia whilst a few others were replacement troops from the planet Corrosia and Phentasa.
Some of the men were the finest of warriors ever trained with natural instincts that helped them in combat. Some were natural leaders like Lieutenant Walker, Julian's platoon officer. Some others were the complete opposite and were likely to get a lot of men killed in the heat of battle. Some men were the greatest of warriors like veteran trooper Jackson 'Metallica' Connors. Others were the greatest Marksmen like the legendary brothers Brandon and Jordan Santosagara. Julian was only looking for one man as he scanned the faces of the men behind him.
Julian wanted to be like them, wanted to be the best. He wanted to prove something to the veterans of his unit. That he wasn't the same weak boy who joined up two years previous. He wanted to be able to protect those that he loved. Especially his little brother. But he knew it wasn't the way. Not to keep the ones you love close, keep the Emperors mercy closer. Julian lost his train of thought just as a hand hit the back of his dark green combat helmet. Julian turned and looked to his left with his sea blue eyes. He saw his crazed war monger mate, staring at him.
"Jul'z bro, you right?" Asked Trooper Carl Censorus in a deep alto tone. A faint smile spread across his face hidden behind prickly stubble of a beard that made him seem a few years older.
"Yeah I think I’m good, just nervous as man" Julian replied clenching his hands together between his legs
"How can you be nervous? I'm feeling a bit excited, it’s our first day in actual combat" Said Carl in a Joyous tone as a happy expression spread across his face.
"I know right, but I’m just feeling worried but, can’t help thinking about dying here. Man, all I want is to see tomorrow.”
"Dude, don't think about tomorrow, think about today, and think about now, just act as if there was no tomorrow and work your way on from there. Trust me, it works, back home thats the way I lived "
"Didn't think you'd be the one giving the advice" Replied Julian as he reached for his water canteen on his black belt. He lifted it to his mouth and sipped it before closing it again and attaching it back onto his waist.
"Carl, Julian, we have received our orders, when we land, we'll be the 2nd squad in the company out." Said Sergeant McPix
"Got it" replied Carl enthusiastically as he picked his black M 4-lasgun from between his legs and quickly put his power pack in its chamber and locked it in.
"Julian, I want you to stay with Felix, if we lose the vox caster on his back, we're totally screwed, and Onix, Reiben and kynox will be behind me with Carl at the rear."
"Ahuh, Sir, do you think we'll make it out of here" Asked Julian as he prepped himself
"Pray that the emperor will help us" Said McPix before he turned away from Julian and mumbled to himself "Emperors a load of crap"
Julian checked his armour quickly, he secured his Green combat helmet, fascine his two black shoulder pads, shook his green coloured flak armour that spread across his chest and upper back and folded down his grey and yellow coloured Khaki fatigues. He looked to either side of him, breathed in and out slowly so that he was able to hear himself exhale. His mind tried to set in and to get all the nerves of his head. It's time for the training to kick in.
"50 seconds!"
Julian's heart raced quicker, he put one hand onto his seat to hold him down, and gripped his gun with the other. He looked to his left at the men of his squad and of the men in his company. He turned to his right, over the heads of the other seated men. He could see the turrets and the top of the angled hull of the most devastating battle tanks he'd ever seen. He looked back, he counted 10 of them. He turned back and looked ahead, he closed his eyes, breathing more and more as his heart pounded like a steam train.
"Alpha through to Echo companies, grab your weapons and stand to your feet," Shouted a deep voice over the speaker in the hanger bay.
All the men did as they were ordered and rose up. Julian stood and looked around quickly as his seat suddenly lowered into the base of the hanger. A Mechanical clanking sound echoed throughout the hanger as rows and columns of seats folded downwards to create a flat surface as small poles lifted upwards. The silver aluminium poles were no less than two metres tall, one lifted out of the ground between each individual soldier. Each guardsman grabbed on tight with one hand including Julian and Carl. Julian pulled up his bag onto his back and slung his lasgun onto his shoulder and then pulled a chain out from around his neck and kissed his round curve ended dog tags, ready to go.
BANG!!!!!
The Celtic 5 suddenly shook as if an earthquake had erupted aboard the ship. Men were thrown around and shaken frantically as a red siren sounded off in the hanger bay. The room flashed red as men began to panic. Julian stood up again, helping Carl to his feet; he gulped as the first fearful feeling of being attacked hit him.
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