The Siege
+++ Priority Transmition: Coding/Delta/Rouge +++
+++ Recipient: Chapter Master Thyrael +++
+++ Subject: Report +++
+++ Author: Chaplain Zophael +++
+++ Thought for the Day: A single thought of heresy can blight a lifetime of faithful duty. +++Order of Battle: Dark Angels / Ultramarines
Order of Battle: Space Marines / Khorne daemonkin
Zophael clenched his left fist. The forcefield responded immediately. Bluish light enlightened his armour and gave it even more menacing look. The strike was stopped by a solid layer of concrete. Body of his victom twitched one last time. Mixed residues of helmet and geneticaly modified tissue were slowly flowing into a small crater under the limp body. Nothing remained
now in the place, where a face of mutated marine leered from a damaged helmet.
He straightened up, assessing a situation on the battlefield. The enemy was retreating. Members of his company were destroying last remmants of the attack. Suddenly a strange shadow shrouded his position. "Defence formation. Get ready for another attack. It will not take long and they will return. In greater numbers." His words were pointed to a approaching figure. He didn´t look back. He knew that the newcomer was not a threat to him. Veteran sergeant Gyrdion took a position by Zophael´s side, watching the surroundings. Jump pack jets on his back were cooling down after last jump.
"We have received a message from the comnanding officer. Positions of Guillimans ´s sons were exposed to the heaviest assault but they hold the ground. However it is not certain for how long. The high command asks for reinforcements for their positions." Tactical display of his helmet showed him a disposition of the battle brothers from Swords of Ultima Chapter. He immediately understood why the task of defending this part of city was given to them. They cannot afford to lose it. Should it fall, a way to the heart of the city would by opened to the enemy.
"I shall lead reinforcements by myself. Squads Rufael, Aisekar and Thifijus. My squad of veterans, too. Will you join me ?" Sergenat coldn´t mishear a challenge in the chaplain´s question. With smile, Zophael knewing was apperaring on sergeant´s face even with his helmet hiding it, he answered. "With honour. As always."
"I shall lead reinforcements by myself. Squads Rufael, Aisekar and Thifijus. My squad of veterans, too. Will you join me ?" Sergenat coldn´t mishear a challenge in the chaplain´s question. With smile, Zophael knewing was apperaring on sergeant´s face even with his helmet hiding it, he answered. "With honour. As always."
Deployment. |
Deploy - Dawn of War Mission- 5 objectives, each side scores 1 VP for each objective it holds at the end of the turn Night fight - No First round - DA/UM Steal the initiative -No |
Turn 1 (Chaos): In distance you can see the charging Maulerfined. He made it to close combat even if it required roll of 11". |
Turn 2 (DA/UM): Veterans in rhino destroyed one maulerfined in the centre of the table with meltas. Yellow one at the bottom lost 2HP to devastators lascannons. |
Turn 2 (Chaos): Again forward. Bikes missed with both melta guns and even with krak grenade. Devastators are locked in combat with the last Maulerfiend. |
Turn 2 (Chaos): A situation on the right one is better. DA tactical squad is charged by Bloodletters, but nothing serious happened. |
Turn 4 (DA/UM): Rest of the unit is then charged. Assault squad sergeant is choped down by lightning claw.On the other side I managed to kill the remaining dogs with chainswords. |
Turn 4 (DA/UM): Right flank is secured. |
Turn 4 (DA/UM): Now only few chaos units remanis. Some bikes, deamon prince and chaos lord. |
Zophael looked around reviewing the outcome of the battle. Destroyed transports will be replaced. Dead battle-brothers not. Nearby Apothecary Venstile was finishing the care of sergeant Gyrdion´s body. Chaplain found his body immediately after battle, with the prayer to the Emperor for sergeant´s soul on his lips. How great was his surprise when he found out that the mutilated body is still showing signs of life - if sus-an coma could be described as „life“. It will take weeks if not moths to cure the horrible wounds. Missing limbs will be replaced with augmentics. Only scars will remain. But not all of them can be treated in Apothecarion. It will be Zophael´s duty to heal the inner ones. He was certain, the sergeant will eventually make it. They knew each other since basic trainig and climbed up the ranks together. From certain point, everybody took his own path, but still side by side.
He walked
toward the leader of the Swords of Ultima. Epistolar Varus was occupied
in a conversation with another librarian who took part in the battle. His tall
figure was impossible to overlook amongst his brothers. Aura of
confidence was surrounding him as another layer of armour. Zophael knew, what
are those touched by warp capable of in the midst of the battle. According to the report received
from the pilt of one Land Speeders, he was one of the pillars of
the defense. When Chaplain approched him in few steps distance, he ended
the conversation and suddenly turn in his direction. "Always vigilant."
Zopheal thought.
Looking at the librarian´s forehead he was suprised. There were three glimming metal studs. Badges of honour. Sign of the sevice to the Emperor. In this case the long one. Zophael stepped closer and as a tribute bowed his head slightly. "Chaplain." librarian´s voice sounded too young for his age. "The enemy has been defeated. We can conclude that they wont attack very soon after this confrontation. They suffered high losses." Zophael answered the unspoken question.
"In the name of my chapter I want to thank you for your help. It is appreciated according to our thinnig lines. Reinforcements are on their way. Two full battle commpanies of my brothers." librarian continues the conversation. Words of reinforcements reminded the chaplain of another duty to fullfil.
Zophael actived the recording device. Encrypted message started to be recorded. Its content wasn´t long, but its significance was immense. Only the Lion´s descendant could understand its meaning. Chaplain took a deep breath.
"My Lord, target is confirmed and identified."
With these words he recalled the moment from the last battle. He saw him only for a fraction of second. Pattern of armour and ancient ornaments seemed familiar to him. The only thing that was not correct was its colour. Chaos space marines sergeant turned in his direction only for a short moment, he reflexively reacts to movement in his vicinity. In his hand a blade flashed. Unusual sword, different from all others. Special one. One that could be carry only by one person.
"Commander Tizrael is located. Send the Deathwing."
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