This is the continuation....
The way the city entrances were laid out meant there were very few that were large enough to allow anything bigger than a private auto-mobile through. Most of the entrances were only access for those on foot, only allowing a few through at a time. Only a small amount of the city was on the surface of the planet itself, the rest was dug into the mountains and catacomb downwards under the surrounding flood plains. Otherwise it was a matter of entrance via one of the three air-ports. What was on the surface were factories and warehouses for the most part, and a few private residences of those who wanted to live so close to their place of work.
Time passed haphazardly for Amanda and her Celestians. Their enemy had gained entrance into the city faster than Amanda would give them credit. Amanda, herself, sat in the turret of her Immolator taking control of the over heating Multi-Melta. The tank was heading as fast as it could along a long wide promenade, with Amanda in the turret facing toward the two monstrosities that passed off as dreadnaughts that followed. Amanda fired as best as she could as the Immolator pulled itself along the litter strung street, as a unit of Seraphim swoop in and badgered the two machines as best as they could.
Amanda looked around her as best she could, trying to place where she was, trying to see the land marks, but she was being tossed around to much in her seat. There! Finally, she saw what she was looking for! Only a short distance now, just past one more ally wayÃ¢â‚¬Â¦ One of the dreadnaughts exploded under the pressure of two multi-meltaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s firing into it. The second Immolator came rumbling around the corner of the ally way, taking out the corner of the building along with it, with only one now to worry about, the two Immolators swung their turrets to the remaining dreadnaught and opened fire. Bringing it down to its knees in short order. Amanda waved a salute to the crew of the other Immolator, not knowing if it were seen or not. She swung her own turret around so could see where they were heading. Letting her Multi-melta cool as much as possible, it was very near the point of exploding from the heat.
As they rounded a bend they saw a small unit of the treacherous guard chase down a unit of SororitaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s who would stop and turn occasionally to fire their bolters, the barking guns bought down a significant number each time. Then one at the very rear of the guard very deliberately stopped, took something out of a pouch on his hip, his hands moved in a certain sequence, then he placed it very precisely in the middle of a large clear area. Then he was gone, running to rejoin his unit. There was a high was a high pitched whine, heard even over the barking of bolters and the sonic booms of other heavier weapon in the distance. It was a whine that set teeth on edge, like running a rasp over raw frayed nerves.
Shapes started to form, merely outlined in the smoke of the battle, as solid and as real as a shadow cast by the sun. Huge shapes, larger than a man by a good two feet in height. Eventually the edges were slowly become defined, solidified. Finally the shapes were solid enough to define what they were. Obliterators! Twelve of them. Unfortunately for those who were just teleporting in, a priest came around a corner of a near by street controlling a large contingent of fifteen Arco-Flagellants. The Obliterators never really stood a chance. The Arco-Flagellants were amongst them flailing their deadly arsenal of neural-whips even before the Obliterators knew that they had full transported to their location. Ten were dead, strewn over a large area, before they registered the pain of their own death. The other two realized what was happening, but didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have the chance of getting themselves ready to retaliate.
The priest moved on, with two less in his command than before. Two of his charges had died with the over dosing of the combat drugs that controlled their urges.
AmandaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s tank surged forward, with the other following a fair distance behind, heading in the same direction as the units they just saw head around the corner. Small bits of the obliterators crunching under the treads of the tanks.
"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"