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[Brother Agatone]

Approaching the group the group of officers, I clean off my power maul. "Ah, Wolfus were in a shit awful lot trouble. We're cut off, and fleet comms have gone silent. We're completely in the dark," says Captain Hadon. "Well then, what are our assets?" I reply. "Roughly three hundred legionaries, two damaged rhinos, and a razorback." "There is part of Qruze's company in southern quadrant of the city," one of the other squad captains reply. "Yes, but there's hundreds of thousands of hostiles between us and them, and they number less than a hundred Astartes," the captain replied. "Do we at least have comms with them?" I voice. "Barely, the enemy is trying to jam us." "That could be all we need. They could provide a distraction while we sweep around and outflank the forces. The generator is in between the two of our forces." I say. "Qruze won't be happy with his company being used as a distraction, but it sounds like a plan," Captain Hadon replied. "Then it's settled then."

[Prosperan Son]

"I'll be right behind you." Jerzo spoke to Icarus and Kastriv, stepping in between them."I've gotta keep an eye on you after all, keep you from dying and what not." He chuckled,fingers tightening around his maul in anticipation.

[Fallen Angels95]

awakens. "urrgh" shakes grooginess from head and stands up, zealot bodies tumbling from off my resplendant armour "This is Horun..I'm back..seems I was layed low by the shher number of these people...but they are no more." frowns "what?! pull back? grr..fine" activates squads privite channel "Squad Horun, Converge on my position, i'm a click east of our HQ....I think i've found something" kicks a corspe from off a shattered stone to reveal a styalised shape with an eye in the middle.."What in the name of terra is that?"

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sorry for absense..it was xmas..then new year after all

[Authrix]

"No can do, we've got orders." Kastriv responded almost immediately, simultaneously setting a waypoint for him instead. "We're hitting there guys so we can get some reinforcements on the ground, it's an open invite if you want in."
Marcus leaned over as Kastriv cut the Vox. "You didn't mention it was a suicide mission." Kastriv just smiled. "He'll figure it out. Besides, aren't they all?"

[Lord Ariok]

Marcus smiled "well this isn't the best idea ive had but so long as it works i don't care i want these zealots exterminaated and we need the legion for that i wonder if the 1st company will deploy near the palace" Marcus' voice becomes distorted as his battle helm begins malfunctioning and the left eye lense begins losing power for short lapses of time

[Brother Agatone]

"Alright men, Qruze has moved into position and has begun the distraction. As we speak the tech marines are priming melta charges to the northern wall of the complex. Once inside the guards will be to the south dealing with Qruze. Our job is to destroy the generators, barracks, and supply depots inside the complex. We are to complete this as fast as possible, now make yourselves ready." Next a large blast goes off. "That's are cue, charge!" Three hundred Astartes charge into the breach.

[Fallen Angels95]

Opens privite vox channel to Marcus "Marcus, What in terra's name is going on? Where are you? What are these orders? as your Sergent and friend I am entitled to know"

[Lord Ariok]

Marcus has a worried face painted across his fetures hoping his vox system is still undamaged "We are out... th.. city follow the rally poi.. that Kasti.. pin pointed , the ene.. has a pow.. source in the city were hoping when it gets destroyed we will have con..t with the legion and get reinforcements" marcus charges where his helmets pin point system tell him but his left eye lense tries scanning for threats and looses power when it locks on *vox to squad* "brothers my batt.. helm is malfunti... agian i can't lock on with out loos.. pow.. to the left eye looks like this battle hemet is done"

[Authrix]

"For feth's sake." Kastriv sighed, watching Marcus struggle with his vox. "This is brother Kastriv, Sergeant, move to the rally point I set earlier. It will guide you to us. we are to destroy the generators supplying this forcefield. Reinforcements will then arrive to crush the enemy." He sighted his bolter as the approached the waypoint. "There, hostiles. Should we open fire, or try to sneak past?"

[Fallen Angels95]

"am two streets away as we speak. I have a spare helm"

[Doomdrinker1]

"No, this is a stealth mission let them past; how far into the facility are the generators"

[Fallen Angels95]

"agreed Icarus" walks to Marcus "how fares things--here" hands over the mkIII helm

[Brother Agatone]

Suddenly, fifty meters into the facility thousands of cultists surge forward. "Open fire! Put them down!" I send three cultists flying backwards with my bolter. "Grenades! Prime for three seconds," I say. Dozens of grenades fly into the air, only to fall amongst the horde and kill hundreds of enemies. "Keep moving, we must reach those generators!" Orders captain Hadon.

[Lord Ariok]

Marcus looks at the new helm "no brother this is the helm i was given when i arose into the ranks of astartes i am keeping it with all its flaws" Marcus heres the orders over the vox and spots his enemies. He then shoulders his bolter and begins opening fire. the readout on his helm was keeping track how many bolts were left inside his weapon then when it turned to zero he mag locked the bolter and drew his powered blade and began cutting through the cultists that were lucky enough to get past the bolt fire

[Authrix]

Kastriv kicked a cultist, his power armoured boot instantly cracking the poor man's ribcage and sending him reeling. Without pausing, Kastriv opened fire with his bolter again, spraying indiscriminate death into the ranks of those that would face oppose the Emperor's wrath, the defiant. He stopped, dropping the empty mag and replacing it. Other astartes around him had resorted to using their Bolters as crude clubs.
He was silent amongst the storm of violence, taking stock of the situation and directing fire where it was needed.
"Brothers, is there an easier way to the generators?" He asked as he struck another heretic, smashing the man's face into a nearby wall, bone cracking between the unmovable objects.

[Prosperan Son]

Jerzo did not fire his bolter or bolt pistol, choosing to preserve his ammunition for the later fight. Hefting his maul, he leaped into the fray. Immediately, he smashed aside two of the enemy with a left side swipe with his maul, the shattered remains crashing to the ground." Icarus, stay close. I was only able to patch your wounds for a short duration. Do not overexert yourself to much lest the damage becomes to great when we return to the ship." Jerzo growled over the vox as he pulped a cultist head with his fist alone.

[Doomdrinker1]

"what do you mean over exert myself, brother I feel great" I say to him knowing that he wont find the joke amuseing. I swing my combat blade decaptiating a cultist, the ensuing shower of blood made his friends think twice about chargeing; I use this moments rest to frow another granade into there mist buying myself some much needed rest "Brother we should collapse the entrance, stem the tide of zelots" I say to kastriv. We prime a pair of krak grenades and through them into the entrance.

[Fallen Angels95]

"just take it, Ill fix your other one!" thrusts it at him. I Carve a bloody swathe into the ranks becoming a blur in the sights of my brothers.. Muttering a litany I decapitate a priest and kick his headless corpse into more fanatics, kinocking them down and cutting them open. "I'm three hundred metres from the generator room. Icarus, come with me, your lascannon will penetrate the doors. Thats an order"

[Brother Agatone]

A bright flash blinds Wolfus. Recovering quickly he notices that four of his unit's markers are blinking red. "Damn them, we must push through and be rid of those heavy weapons," he says. Next he hefts his maul like a berserker of old, breaking the bodies of these feeble mortals here and there. Blood covers Wolfus' armor as he takes a bloody toll on the zealots. Towering above the Astartes were the generators themselves. Hundreds of meters high. "Get those melta charges on, the rest cover them," he orders while smashing an unfortunate man to a bloody pulp.

[Lord Ariok]

Marcus spots the generator "ye. sir i wi.. be with you sh.rtly" Marcus begins pushing through the zealots hacking apart everyone of them that opposed him blood was dripping out of the grill of his helm and blood ran free from several holes in the ceremite plating muinits later Marcus was in range to plant the melta charge 1d100 rolled for a total of: 71 (71) with practiced pressision the charge was placed and armed "brothers my charge is in place i will hold here as best i ca....." Marcus fell, his wounds were not closing "damn these zealot bastards why aren't my wounds healing?" with all the strength he could summon Marcus fought on knowing his mission was of paramount importance to have victory over the misguided fools