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Chapter 7

 

The Shadowsword rocked as it fired again, the high grade blast shearing through another of the traitor tanks that were assaulting the base. Firenze groaned as he tried to keep the machine spirit in check, his mechandrites and hand working furiously to work the main weapons systems. Schert radioed in through the tank’s inter-comm.

‘Firenze are you Ok still up there!?’

‘No, we gotta ditch this thing before it takes me over!’ he moaned back, whipping his mechandrites into his body once more. He leapt out the top hatch as Schert came out of the driver’s hatch at the bottom of the hull.

The tank sat motionless, unhindered by the fire that came towards it even as it was abandoned by the two Wolves.

‘Now what?’ asked Schert.

‘We go get ‘em,’ wheezed Firenze, drained by the effort of keeping a machine spirit in check single handed.

Schert sprinted straight into the enemy fire, bolter in hand spewing rounds into the enemy taking them by complete surprise. They hadn’t anticipated Marines to be here. With a roar the rest of the pack launched themselves headlong into the besieging enemy, blowing chunks out of the lines with grenades. As one, the Imperial forces moved forward with a cry of anticipation. The marines at the front shrugged off the fire as it rained in on them. Bjoern ducked an incoming tank round by a hairs breadth, the round carrying on towards Firenze, his Thunder Hammer batting it away like a baseball before it exploded in a crater. Vassakov kept on going, no shot slowing him down what so ever. Ragnarok was next to him, his power sword carving through the entrenched enemy. Jonas kept up his fire; the stream of almost unceasing bolt shells tore towards the enemy positions.

 

Firenze slid to a stop and dived into a crater as another lascannon round scorched the air inches above his head. Bran and Warhorse came skidding in as he did so, breathing heavily with the effort of battle. Firenze grinned.

‘Still need to hold back on the boar Bran, it’ll do your fat arse some good,’ wheezed Firenze.

Bran turned his head to the grizzled Iron Priest, grinning back through his wiry beard. ‘Says you metal head. I’m starting to think you are getting slower; too much bionics!!’

‘Shut it you, I didn’t ask to lose my arm,’ smiled back Firenze.

Warhorse burst out laughing next to him and stood up firing as an enemy MBT came next to the crater, oblivious to their presence. The beam vaporised its way through the armour like a hot knife through butter, carving apart the crew and sending it to a fiery death.

 

Warhorse jumped back into the crater as Firenze and Bran ran towards the infantry.

‘Oh come on, tell me when you’re going next time!!’ Warhorse shouted after them, getting up to chase them into the enemy. Firenze leapt into the throng of men, over the heads of the first two rows, his servo arm and thunder hammer clearing a circle of death around him. Bran swung the mace he carried round, sending multiple men down with each swing. Warhorse fired in sweeping motions, slicing the men in two with a roar of melta fire.

 

Suddenly the ground shook violently, stopping all combat instantly. The shake happened again, again and again, getting stronger each time. The battlefield looked up towards the source.

 

‘Oh Déjà vu…’ said Firenze.

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Firenze Venerable Brother

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Chapter 8

 

The ground rumbled to the tread of the metal beast. Thirty metres tall, bristling with high powered armaments and twisted by the dark powers of Chaos, the Reaver titan strode onwards towards the base, its arm mounted Gatling Cannons spitting an almost constant stream of HE rounds into the ranks and the defences.

‘FALL BACK!!!!’ screamed Ragnarok, the squad and Guardsmen already way ahead of him, leaping into foxholes and craters for cover.

‘Schert! Firenze! Get to that Shadowsword!! We’ll cover you!!’ shouted Irlin, as he and Mikal began to invoke the runes, throwing up a storm of snow, wind, rain and thunder, hiding their forms from the rampaging God-Machine.

 

The Iron Priest and Schert reached the Shadowsword to find a burning wreck, spitting sparks from exposed wires. Schert swore loudly, Firenze clapping him round the back of the head.

‘Oi, we’re not out yet. We gotta find a couple more. Maybe a Vanquisher or two,’ he said as he ran towards the vehicle depot.

 

As the pair ran onwards, they were knocked to the ground by a second tremor, one that felt lighter and faster. They looked upwards just in time to see four searingly bright laser round shoot across above them, slamming into the Reaver with a distant whip crack. Return fire came towards the source of the laser round but no impacts sounded. The laser beams powered above again, impacting on the Reaver, detonating the power core, the colossal shockwave slamming everyone who was standing into the floor. The storm blew out as the death of the machine ripped through the blizzard. Four massive shadows fell across the base, mighty forms bristling with weapons. All on the ground turned to look at the source of the shadows and their mouths dropped in astonishment.

 

Four Titans, A warlord named Thor, a reaver named Loki and a pair of warhounds named Lupus Lux and Lupus Nox stood proudly above the base, their weapons smoking from the volley they had just unleashed. Schert stood up, rubbing dust out of his eyes.

 

‘Now THAT’S a war machine I want to drive!!’

 

 

Thats the end of this part of the saga. The next one shall come soon enough. Beaver me long enough and I'll get it up :wink:

 

A new planet, A new war.

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