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Harold Of Doom (Narrative Kill Team Battle Report)

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The Spacemarine strike cruiser the Vengeful Cudgel Of Terra ripped into our reality from out of the immaterium. One of the Cudgel's  servitor's limbs jittered and whirred to life after a long slumber. Artificial lungs breathed mold-riddled,rancid air once more, and dim green indicator lights blinked to life.  Aged servos chittered, and clicked along the loathsome creature's spine, as fluid burbled along tubules into what was left of it's brain.

 

The servitor scribe recorded the name of the sector on an aged parchment and handed into the Brother-sergeant Vane of the 8th company.    "We have reached the planet Imbrium of the Thracian Primaris system, in the Scarus Sector," Vane said reading aloud.  http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Imbrium
 

Captain Chalous, entombed in tactical dreadnought armor, turned towards his fellow terminator brother.  "Good." The captain surveyed the planet from the deck of the Cudgel.

"We have chased a heavy cruiser, "Rots Embrace" of the traitor death guard  We are to delay the traitors until the rest of the Imperial fleet arrives from port maw." 

As soon as Captain Chalous finished speaking, his eyes shot wide open as the heavy cruiser "Rots Embrace" materialized out of the immaterium directly to the port of the Cudgel.

"Battle Stations!" Captain Chalous bellowed into his vox, his sense of urgency was not lost on the crew as they jumped to life. 

"Performing high energy turn Captain!"  the navigator exclaimed.  "All hands brace for impact!"  The Cudgel lurched heavy as retro thrusters burned and slammed into the side of the 'Kiss of Rot,' weapon turrets being ripped free off both the ships as the hulls crushed and scraped together.

 

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The two ships shuttered and broke free.  "Brother Sargent Vane you will lead a boarding party and bring me the head of that traitor so that I may purge it in fire."

Vane only nodded to the Captain and made his way towards one of the launch bays of the ship.   As the two behemoth starships traded blow for blow, Vane eventually arrived in the main hanger.

He came across a group of recent recruits from the 9th company.  They had just finished tactical training and had yet to receive their jump packs.  They carried bolters and followed behind a grizzled veteran Sergeant with a well-kept gray beard,  carrying the company banner along with his personal retinue, vanguards of the 1st company.

They all seemed to be having an argument about how to effectively kill a heretic.  Veteran Brother Vane took note of Obadiah, another veteran in terminator armor. He was to accompany Vane with the breaching squad.

Vane smiled at the old man as Obadiah was fondly called.  His thunder hammer and Storm shield hummed with energy.   He looked over the new recruits with a grin, "Fresh."  Vane laughed and
slammed a hand down onto the shoulder of Obadiah.  The force of the blow echoing throughout the launch bay.   A drop pod nearby was being retrofitted with a navigation control.  A company tech servitor was  overseeing the work.    

Before Obadiah could reply, a sudden explosion ripped a hole into the launch bay, sucking it's inhabitances into the vacuum of space.  The damaged drop pod slammed into the Old man's helmet, damaging it as the pod pushed him into the void.
As blood dripped down his forehead, Obadiah, with herculean effort, mouthed the words "the Emperor protects" and pushed off on the drop pod.  His intent was made clear as he and the drop pod zoomed towards his comrades struggling in the void.

After several minutes of confusion and flailing, the zero-g training of the marines paid off.  The 13 space marines, vanguards and raw recruits alike were squished into the pod with the two terminators.

The navigation systems were gone.  But the pod could still land.   They drifted into the gravity well of the planet and the pod dropped from orbit.

 They crashed landed on the outskirts of an imperial hive facility near a large landing zone.  

The 13 survivors of the crash made their way deeper into the facility.  Due to the intense warp storms near this system, they were unable to contact their ship directly.

 

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Brother Harold, a freshly initiated marine to the 8th, walked alongside Obadiah, "Sergeant, I would like to say it's an honor serving with you".

Obadiah remained stoic replying coldly, "keep an ever watchful eye brother.  This sector was lost to imperial communication, be ever vigilant.  The heretic, traitor or xenos could be anywhere."

"I will be ever watchful.  The Emperor's will guides my keen senseee..."  Obadiah barked an order to the other initiates which were now visible on the other side of the headless brother Harold,  "COVER NOW."

 

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They did not need further prompting as they hugged a wall following the suit of the 1st company veterans.  

"Where is the sniper Brother Mortis?" Vane Barked as he was taking cover.

"The control tower!"  Brother Mortis scrambled up the side of a shipping container and swiftly brought his heavy bolter to bear on the cowardly snipers.  

"Sgt Vane, look traitors!"  he loudly exclaimed into his vox, barely heard over the roar of the heavy bolter.  The landing control tower collapsed, and the heretic sniper was cut in half by the barrage of heavy bolts.

 

Brother Mortis Bellowed into his helmet vox,"death to the heretic! For Dorn! And for the Emperor!"

 

 

 

 

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Rusty Chain links twisted and snapped as brother scout Bratos cut the chain holding the door in front of him and his brothers closed.  This particular passageway of the hive was a might more dimly lit than the rest.  Squinting and missing his night vision goggles, he looked back at brother Kerwynn, "your sure this leads to the surface brother?"  Kerwynn looked at his badly damaged auspex, "affirmative brother, this should lead us to the landing pad areas."  Bratos looked back at the door.   With the chain cut, the ultramarine scout opened the door with a well-aimed kick.

Bright light streamed into the passageway, searing the eyes of the scouts as they quickly climbed the stairs into the open air.  

 

"Fan out," Whispered Bratos. They came up onto a rampart overlooking What seemed to be a colossal Platform jutting up next to the hive structure.  A rickety-looking metal walkway connected the rampart and the rest of the hive city to the platform.  Bratos took a firing position on the edge of the rampart.  In the distance, upon the platform, he could see smaller platforms, landing pads, as well as buildings.  Other roadways and walkways connected the bulk of the hive structure with the whole landing area.

"This is the where Brother veteran sergeant Orphaon believes the extraction point was?" asked Brother Kratio, his sniper rifle slowly training over the walkway.

"Yes, this is our objective brothers."  Bratos allowed himself a smile.  Small victories had to be celebrated in times like these.  He was not sure how many of his brothers made it out alive after fighting the chaos deranged denizens of the hive for days.  The Strange warp storms had been affecting the planet's population, turning friend to foe, and innocents into monsters.  Eight days the fighting had raged.  On day three most of the guard infantry regiments had been killed, eaten, driven mad, and/or taken up arms with the lost and the damned.  Only his brother scouts and the Astartes from demi-company Kratos of the ultramarines third company fought on.  Many brothers fell, many were cut off from communication and lost in the hive.  Bratos himself was not sure if he himself would be living if it had not been for the imperial artillery strikes coming in from the nearby imperial positions miles out. 

 

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Thumbing his short wave vox communicator, he hailed veteran sergeant Orphaon, "Brother-sergeant, come in.... we've found the landing areas. We have taken concealed positions overlooking the objective. What are your orders?"

The vox sputtered a garbled reply, " good work scout brother Bratos, hold your position."  The sergeant's words sounded both calm and confident, "this would have been the best place for Captain Fabian to have staged an extraction, and with any luck, there is something or someone here that can establish long-range communications with the 'fury of Guilliman' and the Captian."

A short blast of dust and wind rocked the scouts as the sergeant's voice wailed above the wind, "we are moving up the main road out of the hive; I say again, hold your position brother we are coming to you."

"Movement," said Brother Kerwynn, his rifle barrel training along whatever he had sighted, "traitor marines moving on the platform." Kerwynn adjusted himself slightly craning his neck, "maybe ten, maybe a terminator, I'm not sure. They seem to be moving toward some kind of foul altar to chaos."

"The bastards even have their loathsome standard with them," sneered kratio, disgust thick in his voice at what he perceived to be chaos space marines.

 

At that moment, the landing platform began to shake and shudder, as out of the middle of the large platform, a grotesque chaos altar grew into existence.

Alarmed now, Bratos fired up his vox again, "brother sergeant, hostiles detected in the landing area. Ten or more traitor Astartes, some could be in tactical dreadnought armor.  Powers of Chaos have just manifested some kind of altar to the ruinous powers.  We are out of range of sniper rifles, permission to close in unseen?" Bratos new this pad was of the utmost importance to his brother's survival, and he also didn't like the look of whatever the chaos skum were up to with that altar. 

 

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"Close in Brother Bratos. Ready yourselves for a surprise attack on the east side of the platform, their left flank.  We will move up facing the enemy from the north side.  Move brother, we are almost in position."

As Bratos and the rest of the scouts crept down the walkway, he could see his power-armored brethren advancing up the roadway towards the other end of the platform.

On the platform, Bratos and the other scouts took position behind a control tower in the first and largest landing pad.  Peering around the left corner, brother Kratio jutted out his neck quick and then withdrew it back, "they are in position adjacent to this landing pad, on the other side underneath another elevated pad," he whispered, "if we get on top of this tower we'll have a good firing line on them."

Bratos thumbed the vox, "Brother-sergeant, we are in position... on your mark."

"Affirmative......" the vox went silent for a moment or two, "Mark, fire when ready."

Bratos violently swung his rifle onto his back and began to climb the tower from where he had been poised at its base.  Finding handholds and footholds, he began to pull his own weight up.  Hoisting himself onto the tower, he quickly sighted the traitor marines about 120 yards away.

Aware of his and his brothers cover being blown, and fearing bolter fire on his position, Bratos quickly threw himself prone onto the roof, lifted his rifle, and without aiming, fired a single shot of covering fire into the direction of the chaos space marines.

 

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He heard the shot leave the barrel and the shell impact what sounded like a metal can full of beans.  Looking through the scope, and to his elation, a traitorous marine was now mostly headless, his brains a backdrop to the scene of his enraged brothers wildly searching for their assailant.

Smiling and forgetting his vulnerable position, Bratos got to his knees and engaged another round, ready to send a second traitor back to hell.  However, upon looking through the scope, what he saw instead of a fresh new unwary target, was a large group of muzzle flashes.  Bratos barely had enough time to wonder if his death would make a similar sound as that of the traitor marine he had just shot.  For brother Bratos, there was no sound, only death.  

 

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Finally, a piece that actually incorporates the models we slave over!!

 

Ps. You can change the title yourself using 'full edit' mode.

 

Pps. Is it herald or harold... title vs paragraph 18

How do you get to full editi mode?

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