Right, now for the next part. The Rhino question was my idea on how to get into the compound, but as you will read, I decided to deep-strike instead. Yay, for jump pack units.....
For the second time in significantly less than 20 hours, soldiers were being led through pre-battle prayers, again soldiers were preparing themselves for battle. For those such as the two units of Seraphim, the battle will be short, and the plans clear and concise, they knew what to do, where to go. Though for the others, it will be longer, the enemy un-known, no-one could hazard a guess how long this would last. All they knew was that it will be close quarter fighting, maybe very little use for projectile weapons, most of it will be hand-to-hand.
Close quarter fighting with in a building is confusing and even the highly drilled and disciplined fighters such as the Adepta Sororitas and the Grey knights some times make errors as the rage of battle surge about them. Only fire weapons when the foe was not close enough to touch. Then use personal close combat weapons, fists if all else fails. The Canoness made the brave (or stupid, depending on ones point of view) decision to take plenty of sisters drilled in the use of flamers.
Again, battle hymns soared through the passage ways of the battle cruiser as those who fighting prepared themselves for what is to come. As many sisters sang their hymns by rote, they pondered on the fact that there were two units of Terminators readying for battle near them. One unit in the highly burnished silver of the Grey Knits, the other Terminators in the velvety black of the Black Templars. Though the Terminators were readying themselves to Deep-strike to the surface rather than joining the Sisters within the confining spaces of the Thunder-Hawks, this added to the concern of some.
Soon, the call came for the sisters to board the Thunder-Hawks, in an orderly fashion the Sisters climbed aboard, with the angelic Seraphim climbing aboard last, one unit in each of the transport ships.
The Canoness dreaded this moment. This was her greatest shame, her very humiliation. Every time she entered any vessel that is used to re-enter the atmosphere she could feel herself wanting to curl up and blubber like a new born child. She had to be strong, she could not show such a weakness in front of her command. She mustered herself and entered the hold of the waiting vessel. She could feel herself already wanting the throw up and be sick at the mere thought of the dive to the surface. She heroically swallowed her fear and nodded and offered words of encouragement here or there. Then there came the count down that Amanda so very much loathed.
Amanda shouted commands to those around her. Bringing those units with her as close as she dared to the front gates so that no-one would be seen from the compound. The command was split in two, over a large road cleared through the thick trees a hundred meters from the front gate. The road is a blessing and a curse. The curse was that it funneled her command into a small group, which then is an easy target, but it was a blessing in that it would provided an unimpeded surface to the gate. She voxed to the two units of Seraphim, Ã¢â‚¬Å“Report.Ã¢â‚¬
"Wake up me boy! There you are. Now, how many finger am I holding up?"
"It must be worse than I though; lad can't even tell the difference between a hook and a finger"