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 Post subject: Storm the Landing
PostPosted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 9:10 pm 
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Storm the Landing

The wind whipped at Shaer’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.
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“ Hive Orica,” said the mission consultant, “a Hive in a chasm. Accessible by one road.”

“This road is covered by three rock-crete wall, defended by three bastions.”

“ Fourteen years ago, ninety-nine percent of the PDF fell to the Great Enemy and retreated into Orica.”

Colonel Granson grunted.

“Seven 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.”

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.

“ As you gentlemen have seen per the briefs, casualty has been high. Conventional assault has failed.”

“So, that’s why High Command needed us.” Finished Granson.

The consultant nodded.

“Mass air assault followed by an armored charge by the 18th and 156th Steel Legion would break the enemy.”

“Alright. When do we move out?” said Lt. Shaer.

Granson smiled. “Tomorrow.”
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Blistering AA fire greeted the Airborne. Valkyrie No.3 “Serpent Punch” 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.

“Throne, no wonder the siege regiment failed!” 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.

“Colonel!” Lt Shaer yelled, “ We are getting killed. What do we do?”

“Patient. We wait.” Replied the calm Colonel.

“ Three ring of defense.” Said the briefer, “The first two have been breached but re-manned after the Guards fell back.”

“ How can we get by? Bombardment has failed. Those poor saps were slaughtered against those walls.”

“ We have some assets that might prove useful.” 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.

“Sir, we send in the Dogs?” smiled Shaer.

“Aye. They might be overkill but this haven of blasphemy has insulted the Emperor long enough.”
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“Move, boys” commanded Lt. Horath, “ Double rations to the squad that gives me the first bastion!”

“For the Emperor!” was the reply. Fifty men roared as the flare from Grason’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 Orica’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.

“ First Squad on me! The Emperor is with us! Charge those heretics!” Screamed Father H’byrn, an attachment of the Dogs since the beginning of the campaign.

“Everyone, to the breach! While we still got those ‘Russes for cover!” 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.
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“ 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 can’t?” Asked Horath.

“Yes.” Replied Granson.

“ Aye, Colonel. As usual then.” The grizzled commander smiled.

“ 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.”

“ Armament recommendation, Sir?”

“ High Command has recommended the “Rigor” grade assault lasgun and shock trooper gear.” Answered the mission briefer.

“So we hit hard and hold ground. What my boys do best.”

“It is, Horath. We have to knock out their anti-air so the vanguards can take the landing bay.” Said the Colonel. “ What your men are doing can save more 216th lives when we take the city.”

“Tell me sir, who is the leader of these traitors?” Queried Horath.

The Colonel was silent for a moment.

“ A bastard of a men, boy, a traitorous bastard of a man.”
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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.

“ With me Dogs! For the Emperor!” 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 didn’t break stride, running and spraying with their modified lasguns. The “Rigor” grade was designed for rate of fire instead of accuracy. It fitted their operation fine.

“ We have them now, lads!”

The Dogs leapt over the intervening sandbags and was amongst the enemy. Horath kicked out at a traitor as he landed, breaking the man’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 cultist’s gut, doubling him over. A burst of light took both the hurt traitor and another off their feet.

Father H’Byrn tore into a group of traitor PDF with his chainsword, their scream muffled by his manical songs and the sword’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. Horath’s hand was dripping blood but it didn’t stop him from flipping the traitor over. The Dog’s commander hammered down onto the man’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.

“ They are pulling back! We have the breach!”

“Don’t let them survive! Kill those traitors!” 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.

“Get ready lads, counter-attack imminent!”
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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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PostPosted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 11:59 pm 
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“Colonel! They have the breach!” yelled the Command Valkyrie’s vox operator.

Granson nodded. Fire from the AA batteries has now been sporadic. It seems the traitors are pre-occupied by the Imperial forces in their midst.

“ Send in the Vendettas, I want those men moving up on the ramparts.” Ordered the Airborne Commander.

“Aye Colonel, three birds are inbound. Emperor protects.”

“ Shaer, I want the reinforcement prepared. When they have the rampart, we move in for the assault.”

A concussion round rocked the side of the Valkyrie.

“Quick, move now!”

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The corrupted field officer stared through the vision port. A disorganized mob of irregulars was mowed down by constant las-fire from the breach. No effective fire could be brought from the bastion itself due to the angle the breach was made.

No matter. They would be dug out. Menus will triumph against the lackey of the Corpse-God.

Menus looked at his second in command. A large bruiser, covered in tattoo showing dedication to the Bloody Hound, Lord Khorne himself.

“Y’Gir. Release the animals. It is about time they are fed.”

Y’Gir laughed. The Khorne-devotee would enjoy the slaughter.

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“Get that stubber in place, we don’t know when they are coming next.” Ordered Horath.

“ They’re opening the gates!” screamed a Guardsman.

The door of the bastion was slowly opening. A mass of flesh could be seen from the other side. Only when they stepped out of the shadow were the horror be able to be seen.

Red armored taskmasters pulled a dozen chained ogryns forward. Whipped and goaded, the tortured ab-humans were mad beyond reason.

Ahead of the ogryn pack walked a tattooed giant. A chain axe was at his side. Raising the weapon, the Chaos Leader gave a mocking salute. With a gesture, the chains were dropped. The frenzied ab-humans charged.
“ Aim for the head! We need to take them down before the get amongst us!” Ordered Horath.

As the ogryns got into range, the stubber opened up. Slug rounds peppered the charging foe but were shaken off like rain drops. Las-fire joined in the volley.

A lucky round blew apart an ogryns cranium, his headless body still running forward for a couple of paces. Another was brought down by sheer volume of fire, his many wound instantly cauterized.

“ Lieutenant! Colonel Granson sent the Vendettas, they should be here soon!” Shouted the vox-officer.

“Good! Hold the line boys, were nearly there!” Screamed Horath.

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PostPosted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 11:29 am 
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Nice work Nurgle71, an enjoyable read.

But don't stop now, I have to know who wins :D


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PostPosted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 2:53 pm 
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Thanks, Brooksey. I'm just stuck on how to include an armored regiment in a siege but the defense of the breach is nearly done.

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The ogryns charged into the barricades. Most leapt over them. The larger ones simply barreled through, sending sandbags and crates flying. An ogryn grabbed Uniju and ripped him apart in a shower of gore. Two men tackled another mutated ab-human, slashing at its three eyes.

Horath shot at a charging ogryn, blowing apart his head. He fell backwards as a blow narrowly missed him. Horath brought his rifle’s butt up, slamming it down into the creature’s mouth. The ogryn took the blow in stride and backed-hand the Lieutenant. Horath was sent spinning to the ground, the world a haze to him.

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Group Bahath inbound. Advice going to ground. Danger close.

The three Vendettas flew close to the ground. Modified for suppression duty, the Airborne’s Group Bahath was outfitted with wing mounted assault canon and heavy bolter under slung.

Repeat. Incoming. Danger close. Death to all Traitors.

The Bahaths was going to rain hell.
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Horath rolled side-ways as the ogryn stomped down. Unsheathing his blade, the officer plunged it into the beast’s leg. The monster howled in pain and made another grab at Horath.

Father H’byrn thrust his sword into the ogryn’s chest; its revolving teeth ripped apart the innards of the beast. The ogryn fell over and the preacher retrieved his blade. Horath climbed onto his feet.

“Lieutenant! The Bahaths are here! Thanks the Emperor, they are here.” Yelled the bloodied vox-operator.

“Dogs, hit the deck!”

As a collective whole, the men dived for cover. Despite being mutated monsters, ogryns are still ogryns and were confused by what was happening. They weren’t confused for long.

Hovering two meters from the ground, three Vendettas let loose with blistering anti-infantry fire. The ogryns were ripped to shreds in moment. Gore and bones was the only remnant. After the breach was cleared, the three gunships directed fire into the bastion, forcing the enemy commander to withdraw into their defenses.

Bahath moving out. Emperor blesses, Dogs.

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