Storm the Landing
The wind whipped at Shaerâ€™s face as the Valkyrie gunship flew above the clouds. He smiled. Today would bring a great victory for the Imperium. With victory comes glory. Glory for the 216th Godarian Airborne.
Shaer turned around. Twenty-five Valkyries backed by ten Vendettas. Just the vanguard for a larger air-insertion. All for one hive. Today will bring glory.
â€œ Hive Orica,â€ said the mission consultant, â€œa Hive in a chasm. Accessible by one road.â€
â€œThis road is covered by three rock-crete wall, defended by three bastions.â€
â€œ Fourteen years ago, ninety-nine percent of the PDF fell to the Great Enemy and retreated into Orica.â€
Colonel Granson grunted.
â€œSeven hundred thousand men holed up in the hive. So well defended that the combine might of three siege regiments threw themselves at it and failed.â€
Lt. Shaer nodded. They were always the back-up plan. Still, the airborne is always the hardest regiment to requisition. Especially one as famous as the 216th.
â€œ As you gentlemen have seen per the briefs, casualty has been high. Conventional assault has failed.â€
â€œSo, thatâ€™s why High Command needed us.â€ Finished Granson.
The consultant nodded.
â€œMass air assault followed by an armored charge by the 18th and 156th Steel Legion would break the enemy.â€
â€œAlright. When do we move out?â€ said Lt. Shaer.
Granson smiled. â€œTomorrow.â€
Blistering AA fire greeted the Airborne. Valkyrie No.3 â€œSerpent Punchâ€ was ripped apart in the opening salvo as the rest took evasive action. The Vendettas fired streams of lascannon beam at the emplacement but none could breach their fortification.
â€œThrone, no wonder the siege regiment failed!â€ yelled Shaer.
Orica is surrounded by three interlocking bastions, preventing both ground and air assault. Direct missiles decimated the first wave of Steel Legion Leman Russes whilst concussion rounds were hampering the Valkyries and their escorts.
â€œColonel!â€ Lt Shaer yelled, â€œ We are getting killed. What do we do?â€
â€œPatient. We wait.â€ Replied the calm Colonel.
â€œ Three ring of defense.â€ Said the briefer, â€œThe first two have been breached but re-manned after the Guards fell back.â€
â€œ How can we get by? Bombardment has failed. Those poor saps were slaughtered against those walls.â€
â€œ We have some assets that might prove useful.â€ Said Granson.
Shaer looked at the holo-slate. Two thousand men against a whole planet full worth of traitor soldiers. He knew what is going to happen the next day.
â€œSir, we send in the Dogs?â€ smiled Shaer.
â€œAye. They might be overkill but this haven of blasphemy has insulted the Emperor long enough.â€
â€œMove, boysâ€ commanded Lt. Horath, â€œ Double rations to the squad that gives me the first bastion!â€
â€œFor the Emperor!â€ was the reply. Fifty men roared as the flare from Grasonâ€™s Valkyrie was spotted.
Slipping out of their trench, complimentary of the grunts that led the first siege, the Dogs advanced up the small hill that leads to Oricaâ€™s first bastion. The first armored assault has done its task of distracting the enemy, as some of the Leman Russes were still trading shots with the first bastion and the enemy manning the wall.
â€œ First Squad on me! The Emperor is with us! Charge those heretics!â€ Screamed Father Hâ€™byrn, an attachment of the Dogs since the beginning of the campaign.
â€œEveryone, to the breach! While we still got those â€˜Russes for cover!â€ yelled Horath.
As the first men reached the bottom o the hill, stubber fire was directed at them from the infantry holding the wall. Two of the veterans were downed, their green uniform drenched in blood. The platoon dived for cover. Constant fire was directed at their position behind a wrecked squadron of Leman Russ.
The three grenade launchers of the special weapon squad returned fire, showering the stubber emplacement with deadly shrapnel. Return las-fire also manages to pick off some of the traitor soldiers.
â€œ So let me get this straight. You want me to lead my men over a five hundred metres of no-man lands, to assault an enemy triple time our number so our esteem fly-boys can take the hive that specialize siege regiments canâ€™t?â€ Asked Horath.
â€œYes.â€ Replied Granson.
â€œ Aye, Colonel. As usual then.â€ The grizzled commander smiled.
â€œ We need around a platoon of the Dogs. Enough to be pre-infiltrated into the siege trenches before the attack. These men then take the first wall, then hold it until Valkyrie based reinforcement arrives.â€
â€œ Armament recommendation, Sir?â€
â€œ High Command has recommended the â€œRigorâ€ grade assault lasgun and shock trooper gear.â€ Answered the mission briefer.
â€œSo we hit hard and hold ground. What my boys do best.â€
â€œIt is, Horath. We have to knock out their anti-air so the vanguards can take the landing bay.â€ Said the Colonel. â€œ What your men are doing can save more 216th lives when we take the city.â€
â€œTell me sir, who is the leader of these traitors?â€ Queried Horath.
The Colonel was silent for a moment.
â€œ A bastard of a men, boy, a traitorous bastard of a man.â€
Horath ran full pelt at the breach. It was nearly twenty-five meters across, reinforced by sandbags and other battlefield debris. Manned by unknown amount of traitors and other filth.
His Dogs have to get over that. Seems straightforward enough.
One of the Leman Russ was taken apart by autocannon rounds, its wreck sending bellowing smoke into the air.
â€œ With me Dogs! For the Emperor!â€ screamed the Lieutenant.
The Dogs ran for the breach. A mere thirty meters separated the two forces.
A shot took down Hafer and a mortar round ripped apart Yused and Fedreco.
Despite this, the Dogs didnâ€™t break stride, running and spraying with their modified lasguns. The â€œRigorâ€ grade was designed for rate of fire instead of accuracy. It fitted their operation fine.
â€œ We have them now, lads!â€
The Dogs leapt over the intervening sandbags and was amongst the enemy. Horath kicked out at a traitor as he landed, breaking the manâ€™s nose. He finished him off with a devastating stomp.
A Chaos traitor leapt at him with a bayonet attached to a lasgun, spewing praises to the God of Slaughter. Horath brought his lasgun around and slammed it into the cultistâ€™s gut, doubling him over. A burst of light took both the hurt traitor and another off their feet.
Father Hâ€™Byrn tore into a group of traitor PDF with his chainsword, their scream muffled by his manical songs and the swordâ€™s motor. The second squad was taking on the out-classed traitors to his left flank. Despite being out-numbered, the men tore into the traitors with sickle-shaped combat blades, traditional weapons of the Gordians.
Something slammed into Horath, taking him down into the blood-drenched mud. He turned around fast, catching a knife with his hands. A traitor leered at him. The man had the eight-pointed star carved onto his forehead and his red flak armour was similarly corrupted.
A strong hatred took over Horath, a hatred of the Enemy itself. Horath head butted the traitor, forcing him to loose his grip. Horathâ€™s hand was dripping blood but it didnâ€™t stop him from flipping the traitor over. The Dogâ€™s commander hammered down onto the manâ€™s face with his bare fist, stopping only when no sign of life was left.
Taking up his rifle, Horath fired of two bursts at a traitor manning a heavy bolter and another into a pair trying to retreat from the breach. A cry then spread from the Dogs.
â€œ They are pulling back! We have the breach!â€
â€œDonâ€™t let them survive! Kill those traitors!â€ Horath bellowed back.
Stream of las-fire mowed down the two-dozen or so remaining traitor PDF.
Then Horath noticed something. The Leman Russes has gone quiet.
â€œGet ready lads, counter-attack imminent!â€
Hope you guys liked this. If anyone got any tips for writing, i'll be happy to hear. Plus, anyone got an enemy for the counter-attack, I'm jumping between two but something new might be good.
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