Last stand of the Eagle King

[sarabando]

Cadmeus's boots alternated between skidding off hard, polished stone work and splattering sucking mud as he ran. His squad kept pace as best they could, the few stragglers they had picked up slotting into fill losses with ease. A constant barrage of heavy weapons filled the night sky, airbursts lighting the area as bright as midday.

Ordeph his Vox operator gestured to their right, tracking the signals of supposed friendly units in distress seeking to rally and regroup. The sergeant flexed the fingers of his power fist in anger. In the weeks building up to their deployment against the rebellion at Istvaan his men had received orders to transfer their new maximus battle plate to other units, their heavy weapons and munitions too had been reassigned. The ageing servos of the crusade pattern armour he wore groaned in protest at the stress being placed on them. Inside the chest plate, Cadmeus had seen the names of battles crudely etched in the lining, all the way back to Terra herself. 

"Fast movers six hundred metres to our rear, sergeant." Said Helinor his helmet long-lost in the chaos of battle.  "Closing fast." He added.

"How far to the rally point?" Cadmeus barked to Ordeph who consulted his data slate.

"Eight hundred metres, sir." He said defeatedly. 

"Fan out defensive pattern, Cicero 9-9-5." He ordered his mean taking up overlapping cover in the blasted ruins.

"Movement at our six o'clock! Right on top of us!" chirped the vox, Cadmeus spun, bringing his plasma pistol up as a colossal hand wrapped around it.

"Be still little Brother, we mean you no harm." The voice was warm like a blanket in the night, its familiarity comforting.

"Master Aegison?" Hissed Cadmeus.

The great figure of a legion legend clad in ornate terminator plate stepped into the flashing light.

"The Eagle king, thought you could use a hand." He gestured up towards streaking lights racing towards their position. "The traitor Vispyrtilo and his men have been hitting anyone trying to regroup, now there may be enough of us to give him a black eye." Chuckled the aged veteran.

Filled with relief that two legends of his legion had remained loyal and were now within his area of operations, made Cadmeus reassess the dire situation, we just might make this after all, he thought as traitor assault troops began to drop around them.

 

[calgar101]

That's a cool lore blurb. I like those colours, that purple is great. Nice little force. 

[Crusader Reborn]

The faces pop a fair bit, I like the individualism and storytelling in each miniature. Gold is good too. 

I could write a novel for each unit I paint, if time permitted. So I like seeing others enjoy that too rather than just splash jobs and dice rolling. 

 

Kinky marines might not be my favourite gang but these ones I like.

Edited June 19, 2024 by Crusader Reborn

[Tallarn Commander]

Great models! I especially like the chipping on the paint. And the story is fun too.

Edited December 31, 2024 by Tallarn Commander

[sarabando]

 

Cadmeus flicked ichor from his gore soaked powerfist, around him his man finished off the last wave of traitors bayonetting any survivors they found. The terminator reinforcements stood unbroken surrounded by a pile of corpses not just 3rd legion but 8th and 14th too. 

Aegison stood leaning heavily on his spear, a grim look on his face.

"I see." Cadmeus said flatly, noting the vicious gash in the warrior's side, the matching weapon belonged to what was left of a Death guard warrior who was only identifiable by hand sized chunks of ceremite.  

"Additional contacts closing fast!" Shouted a squad member as the warriors began forming up again. Before they could truly react the wall to the civitaes to their west collapsed a behemoth shape loomed out of the dark.

"Stay your hands my brothers, we come in service to the Emperor." Buzzed the vox. 

Moments later, the assault ramp lowered with a hydraulic hiss, dark shapes moved in the depths of the heavy assault tank before stepping into the moon lit night. 

"Autoliuc! You miserable bastard, i knew you would survive this." Barked Aegison at the aproaching warrior. Chaplain Autoliuc nodded respectfully dropping his heavy war hammer to the ground. 

"I bring reinforcements and orders, old friend. We are to hold here until morning." More terminators shuffled around from behind him, powered great swords flickering in the corpse light. 

"Six warriors..." The veteran shifted his weight "What a bounty we have been gifted." 

The chaplain shook his head.

"No brother there are seven of us riding the Beauty of destruction, i have brought you an apothecary i know how your knees get in this weather." The chaplain made not hint of humour in his voice. 

"Fast movers!" Came another report from Cadmeus' squad. 

"And there are the rest of my men." Growled the chaplain. "Late as usual." He said as purple clad warriors fell from the sky landing around them. 

 

[W.A.Rorie]

Beautiful ECs @sarabando