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Tales of the Young Pups


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Sorry for the delay my Brothers. Real life was crazy the last few weeks. On with the tale:

 

As the buffeting increased, Jonas looked back. His pack would be the first out into the fight. Another pack of Blood Claws in the Raider Ezra right behind them with Ingazr with them. Garm standing next to him, the ancient one rumbled "Watch these Eldar pups, they have good ranged weapons, get close quick!" Stretching back into the bay he saw 3 more Riders waiting, Daniel, with his old pack, Joshua, with Bran's Pack and finally Caleb, loaded with Wolf Guard in Terminator armor. Out of sight, but easily heard, Schertenlieb had his Razorback idling, the whine of it's supercharger clear over the other noises in the bay. The Wolves would hit their enemies first, then the Sisters, followed by the Guard tanks and troops. Feeling his responsibility to his Claws, Jonas felt pride at being chosen to be the first unit out the door and into the battle. "Grounding in 30 seconds" came the announcement. "alright lads, be ready for a scrap. Use your grenades once the ra,p drops and close fast. This is what you were bred for, For the Wolftime!" "For the wolftime!" "For Russ!" came echoes from around the bay as the Wolves readied themselves.

 

With a bone shaking crash, the shuttle stopped. The mammoth hatch slammed open and the Wolves charged into a blizzard of enemy fire. "All units, those are Dark Eldar, not Eldar, be prepared!' came their last comm order as they hit the ground in a blur of motion. A huge fireball exploded in front of them as GArm blew the engines out of a Dark Eldar Ravager tumbling it into a ball of fire. Their Land Raider, Nehemiah, shuddering from hit after hit, they turned towards the nearest group of xenos, hurricane bolters and melta fire ripping into the raiders. Slewing violently to the left, they realized that a tread had been blown, immobilizing them. Hitting the assault grenades, Jonas dropped the ramp and led his pack into hell itself. Enemy fire barely slowed even as a blizzard roared into life around them. "They got Nello!" cried a voice from behind him as they charged into their enemies, vengeance in their hearts. The Eldar Wyches screaming, they collided in a blood bathed frenzy, leaping onto the slaver transport chain swords roaring. The transport nearly flipped over as Garm grabbed it in his left hand, monstrous claws tearing a huge rent in the deck plates and crushing one wyche in the process. Slamming into him, off balance, Vortek braced one foot on Garm and the other on the deck and lobbed a grenade right through the engine vents. Daffyd was rolling on the ground with two raiders, holding one by the throat as he smashed the other repeatedly into the bulkhead. Jonas could hear Mikal coaching others of his pack, out of sight as he and Lakota stood back to back in the melee. Suddenly flamer fire engulfed one bunch of eldar and their captives as well, as the Sisters, led by the Crier, charged into a group of the slavers. Slaughtering all involved, they then turned and saw another group nearby, also, loaded with prisoners.......

His power fist crushing one of the xenos, Jonas yelled for his pack to finish them off. Rushing through the debris and bodies, he saw that most of his pack was still on their feet and spoiling for more. As the engines of the transport disintegrated from the grenades Vortek had fed them, the pack vaulted off the deck of the reeling transport and then charged for the Sisters that were getting ready to open up on their new targets. Not wanting to use weapons on them, Jonas just lowered his head and charged, crashing into their ranks and knocking the bolter babes in all directions. His pack followed suit with Mikal himself running over the Cannoness in charge and then back handed the Crier nonchalantly as he went past. Never slowing the Wolves then crashed into the Eldar, As his helmet suddenly went black, Jonas ripped it free so he could once again see to fight. He was stunned at the din of the battle as the helmet filtered much of it out. His pack was in a frenzy, Lakota, Ulir, Jonny and Puca all forming a wall to protect the prisoners and and Quannum and Nostromo combining fire to bring a jetbike crashing into a fiery heap. Suddenly another jetbike turned into a funeral pyre as a huge plasma blast announced Garm's arrival. The Dark Eldar were using their speed now to break away from the Marines and try to escape and regroup. As the noise of their engines died in the distance, the Crier started shrieking at Mikal over the actions of the Pack. His temper boiling, Jonas reacted to this affront to the well loved Rune Priest, grabbing the scrawny cleric by the throat and lifting off the ground. "You insane little loon! We are here to rescue and protect these people! Are you fething crazy? you and these pyromaniac Sisters were going to just burn them along with the Eldar? Are you totally freaking insane?" The Crier was turning several shades of blue as his feet swung and kicked wildly, well clear of the ground. Laying his hand on Jonas' arm, Mikal simply said, "He is trying to serve the Emperor too, Jonas. Please let him down." Drawing a deep breath, Jonas nodded, then released his grasp, letting the man fall to the ground. As he managed to suck air once more, he started to open his mouth, but Mikal forestalled him. "Do not try my patience any more Zealot. Or I will loose the leash on these young warriors. But do not try to simply slaughter those we are here to protect or we amy decide you are our enemies as well."

Any more argument was cut short as orders came in over the comm links to repair, reload and get ready for the pursuit of the raiders. Looking at his pack, Jonas felt the loss of his first man. Looking over he saw Bjeorn saving the geneseed that would bring another Wolf to the stars.

Brilliant work as always! That zealot is really starting to annoy me though...... couldn't I just "accidently" nudge one of the sisters flamers in his direction? Or I could just grab the flamer off one of them to make the KFZ, either way is good for me ^_^

It had taken them three days to catch up to the raiders. Now, they crept silently through the fog Mikal and Ingazr had brought down, closer and closer to their prey. They had come up through the "pitch swamp" to slip in behind their foes in the moonless night. Puca and Hendrick had shown an easy ability to move silently and had dispatched the sentries to the Emperor's Mercy without raising an alarm. Now the pack was sliding among the jetbikes and transports, planting explosives that would go off when Jonas hit the detonator. Knowing that the rest of the pursuit pack was waiting for his signal, Jonas was sweating his Pup's greenness, wanting to be everywhere with them, making sure that everything was alright. His first two teams had reported back and successful, and he could hear the third returning. Lakota slipped quietly into view, giving him a broad grin and a thumbs up signal that they too, had gotten their job completed. His last group, Ulir, Daffydd and Wreck, who had the farthest to go, were still out there. Ingazr, Mikal and Jonas all felt a ball of ice form in their stomachs as Puca whispered, "Hey, this is going to work!"

 

Suddenly, Ragnarok's plan was thrown into disarray as alarms sounded from the other side of the encampment. Having left the Sisters' contingent two days earlier, they had had no contact with them since. But now, the Sisters were charging the Dark Eldar through the pitch swamp, their Exorcists and Immolators opening up as they charged. The need for stealth gone, Jonas yelled into his comm, "Attack underway, get clear of the transports! Going off in 5 seconds! ..........Three, Two, One!" He prayed to the Allfather his pups had gotten clear as he hit the detonator.........

Hey, Warhorse, is it okay if Wreck gets caught in an explosion? Firenze has been wanting to practice building cybernetics, and a metal jaw would be great for the pup, especially if it comes with an off switch :)

..placed on his powerpack!=D it would be hilarious!

As the explosions ripped the transport area, another disaster unfolded. The pitch swamps were so named for the tar that bubbled up all over in them. As the Sister's unit attacked, their flamers set the surface of the swamp ablaze. Those sisters in full armor were spared the inferno, but the Repentia and those without helms died in screaming agony.

As this was unfolding, more Wolves came from behind, as Jonas' pack reformed to meet the Eldar running their way. Suddenly the scream of jetbikes was heard above the rest of the din. Three of the bikes came hurtling into view, with Blood Claws on them! As they neared, they began strafing their enemies, who returned fire with commendable accuracy. Now trailing smoke from engines and other holes torn in their eerie forms, the three bikes turned again to make one more run. Running the engines and power cores to the limit, they continued to pour fire into the enemy ranks. "you three loon get your furry butts out of there!" came the order over the comms. Too late, however, as all three were finally damaged enough to bring them down. Leaping free, the three youngsters landed together, and prepared to be overrun as the Eldar charged them. Then heavy laser and melta fire swept around them as two Land Raiders, one with an ale keg on top, crashed free from the swamp and dropped their ramps. Gray Hunters charging into the fray, they met their enemy's attack with a charge of their own. Jonas' pack now struck from the flank, fighting to reach their brothers. As the fight continued, the decimated Sister's force was still trying to attack, full of wrath, they poured flamer and melta fire into the DE, not caring if there were Space Wolf warriors or hostages in the midst. "Jonas, your pack is now our anvil. Hold your position and we will drive that way." came the orders. Looking up, Jonas saw that the packs of Vassakov and Maverik were now driving through their foes and then the welcome thunder of Garm's plasma cannon began to strike home as well. A huge cheer was then heard from beyond his sight, and he saw the xenos trying to escape from more Wolves that were driving them headlong before their bolters and axes. Up to their eyeballs in xenos and Sisters, the three packs held the line, meeting charge for charge, lance fire with melta and blade with blade. Warp beasts, driven into the Blood Claws, had to be hacked down to get to their handlers. Then silence.

 

As dawn appeared, the extent of the fighting was obvious. Three of the Sister's transports lay flaming wrecks in the swamp, with twisted bodies upon them Hostages were quickly freed and they and the warrior wounded were treated. One of the most painful losses was Inga, Bjeorn's old wolf, who had refused to leave his side during this one last ride, saving his life once again as the battle had raged between Bjeorn, Ragnarok and two Dark Eldar Archons. Daffydd, Ulir and Wreck were busy telling everyone about the fight they had been in and what it sounded like when the charges went off around them. As they took stock and reloaded, their rest was cut short as the Starport called with the news that they were picking up another wave of attackers coming in.......

  • 7 months later...

"It never gets easy, Jonas." was all Ragnarok said as Jonas looked at his pack, only three of whom were still combat ready. "nor should you ever allow yourself not to feel the pain from their wounds." rumbled Garm. "Will Wreck make it?" asked Jonas as Bjeorn strode up. "Yes, he will survive, in spite of his wounds, he will stand alongside us again. Firenze now has him and will fit his new arm." Looking at the still smoldering tangles that marked where each of their bikes lay, he then turned his gaze to the shattered Imperial Guard tanks and transports alongside them. Space Wolf, Salamander and Guard medicos moving among them, giving care to those who still needed it. The Inquisition troops were standing apart from the rest, leery of the Astartes, who were still fuming over the damage and casualties they were responsible for.

 

As the combined force of Wolves and Guard had tried to race back to support the other troops, orders had come in directing how they could lead them into a trap that would have slaughtered the Eldar invaders. The Cleric had ignored the orders, causing the Eldar to swing around with their incredible speed, catching the Guard troops before they were ready, trying desperately to protect a convoy of civilians. Having no choice, they were in the open, being ripped to shreds by the torturous raiders, when Jonas' pack struck. Mikal's bike, driven by Vortek, was the first hit, sending both sprawling as the bike cart wheeled along the ground. His bolters roaring, he saw two more bikes disintegrate out of the corners of his eyes as they closed on the raiders. Suddenly feeling two thumps on his back, Jonas realized that 2 of the wyches had actually managed to leap on top of him, laying the bike over, he deliberately crushed them under himself and the bike . Now more fire streaking in turned his bike into scrap. Using the wreck as cover he then slid under one of the transports and smashed it open with his powerfist. Watching it spiral crazily upside down, he drew his old chain axe and struck down the first xenos that leaped off it. Puca and Hendrick were now at his side, their armor scorched and showing fresh damage. As his pack tried to regroup, they could see Wreck and Vortek shielding Mikal, who in spite of his wounds was preparing to unleash his power upon the enemy. He heard Ulir and Sric's oaths as they took their enemies with them as they fell.

 

Looking up, Jonas muttered "By Russ, there's more dropping on us."

 

But instead of Dark Eldar transports, they were drop pods! Rich green, beautifully painted in scales, Salamander pods hit, disgorging brothers whose hatred for the Dark Eldar was without equal. Deadly accurate melta and flamer fire turned the Eldar attack back onto itself, trapping them in a fiery holocaust that sent them screaming in ecstasy of pain into whatever judgment awaited them. Puca, Lakota and Daffyd were the only ones left on their feet with him when it was over. Vortek, wounded himself, trying to stem the flow of blood where Wreck had lost his left arm, his right hand still clamped around the throat of his last opponent. Now, Salamander Marines moving swiftly to save their brothers who had paid an Astartes' price to defend others.

 

Five days later, Jonas looked over from the loading ramp. A hulking Salamander, taller even than Jonas, looked at him and said "By you Wolves' reputation, I thought you would kill that Cleric on sight." Jonas looked over, thinking how Jester's tackle and Vassakov and Maverik had kept him from doing just that. As the zealot continued his oration to the obviously hostile Guard unit, Jonas looked over at Eric "did you get that job done I gave you?" Yessir, it's all in the bin." " And Hendrick, did you tell the servitors to do what I said?" "Yessir." "Good" looking over at the Salamander, he now smiled and said "We have a saying on Fenris 'Revenge is a dish best served cold.'" He then pulled out a detonator box and pressed the stud. Four precisely placed shaped charges went off sending a shock wave over the crowd. As the noise stopped, everyone looked up as a huge container split open above the head of Crier Makkaloofnoyz. As he disappeared under a tidal wave from the container, the troops stood in shock, then began roaring their approval as several tons of droppings from the Rough Rider and wolf pens buried him. Jonas then called Ragnarok on the radio and said"Okay, now we can begin loading."

  • 2 weeks later...
  • 1 year later...

Arez peered out from the wrecked building "It will take a long time to get old Daniel freed up from under this rubble. The whole building and at least two of the DE transports are on top of it. No sign of anyone inside it though." "Hey, I found her tracks over here! Leading this way..." Forte took off at a fast lope as the other two tried to keep up.

 

Skadi was in a very bad mood. She had been honored when chosen to accompany the Pack on this mission and then allowed to drive the Land Raider Daniel. Wreck's protests had been something to hear and still echoed in her ears. She had dropped her charges and then was using the lasers for suppression fire when the 2 Ravagers had gone spiraling into the huge building behind her, then darkness. When she awoke from the concussion, she realized she could never get the huge Land Raider free by herself. She barely was able to squirm her way out of the rubble, but was unable to bring her own weapons pack out with her. Now, she hefted the piece of rebar, her only weapon. A simple iron bar, usually buried in plascrete, it had been cut carelessly by some worker, but at least it had a point on that end. Now she planned, tracking her enemies. Four Dark Eldar, using neural whips, were herding captives towards their destination, the slave ships. Well, she thought to herself, let's see what one torqued off, bad tempered Shield Maiden can do to foul up your plans.......

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