Tantalus Sub-Arctic Zone, Grid Zone Rho-Upsilon-12
Pyroclast-Gamma-9 Comm Uplink Tower
241.817.M41
Brother Emeric's Chrono Reading: [3:43:41]
The noise from the concussive explosion echoes through the storm. My finger squeezes the trigger, So much for subtlety...
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Brother Emeric settles to one knee and aims his bolter at the head of the servitor lumbering toward him. He squeezes off a single round, aiming for its grey-skinned head, but the round goes wide, punching through the Comm Uplink tower with a hollow clong.
Now, Eli takes the time to curse under his breath. Steeling himself, he squeezes off another shot at the servitor. The needle bounces harmlessly off the servitor, bringing more curses to his lips.
"They are too slow to catch us, the threat was negligible."
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With his keen senses, Brother Hrothgar is the first to see the swarm of scuttling Tyranid surging through the outer yard's open gate. Although the sideways slanting sleet and snow obscures their numbers, it is plain to see that there a great many of the creatures.
The things could be dredged from your most awful nightmares; chitinous insect-like monstrosities colored dun and bright orange, their razor-sharp, long-bladed fore-talons clicking and clacking as they move with nauseating synchronicity, like a school of fish or flock of birds.
You count at least a score or more of the things swarming into the yard before they are even halfway across the open ground to the bunker entrance.
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Screaming his primarch's name, Brother Hrothgar introduces himself to the Tyranid by tossing a primed frag grenade into the middle of the outer yard.
With a dull whump! the grenade rips several of the scampering creatures apart, shredded them into gobbets of ichor and shattered chitin, their fellows swarming over their squealing dead before they even stop twitching.
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I fire my Heavy Flamer which means I hit.
I fire my Heavy Flamer which means I hit.
I shake my head at the clumsy throw. I then move a little further back then bring the bolter into a two handed grip and take a shot at the one headed for me.
I fire my Heavy Flamer which means I hit.** spoiler omitted **
I fire my Heavy Flamer which means I hit.** spoiler omitted **
Seeing the Xeno's filth my psychic anger crackles, and builds within me. The spirit within my power armour echoes my desire to release the Emperor's Wrath against our enemies. I move to give myself a clear angle before I Smite the hormogaunt horde.
"Brother Sepheren, hold them, you can. Yes?"
"I have to." Sepheren tosses another grenade into the skittering horde.
Hrothgar turns to look at Brother Sepheren in time to see him throw a grenade at the horde.
I fire my Heavy Flamer which means I hit.
Brother Quintus strides purposefully forward into the entrance of the security bunker, hunkering down slightly and setting his feet in the narrow breach. Swinging the heavy flamer around, he pumps the trigger, once, twice, making the bright blue pilot light at the tip pulse before unleashing a great gout of immolating fire that expands rapidly, further fueling itself with the heavily oxygenated air of Tantalus.
The oncoming swarm is instantly encompassed, the Ultramarine having waited until the last possible moment to fire, so as to envelope as many as possible. Screeching, shrieking sounds follow as the hormagaunts are incinerated, with those managing to plunge the furthest through the inferno only emerging as blackened, charred husks that dance madly for a few moments before falling to the ground, still smoldering.
A few blackened and confused survivors scamper aimlessly around the yard, but Brother Quintus knows better that to assume the worst is over from so many years fighting the Devourer's spawn. Stepping back slightly he allows his fellow Battle-Brothers space to bolster his attack, as within seconds the clicking and clattering cacophony begins anew and at least twice as many more appear at the edge of the razor-wire fence, drawn by the sounds of violence and sudden, nova-bright flare of light.
"Brother Sepheren, hold them, you can. Yes?"
"I have to." Sepheren tosses another grenade into the skittering horde.
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Brother Sepheren is prepared for the renewed onslaught as well. The Apothecary, leaving nothing to chance, waits just long enough for the flames to die down slightly before hurling a frag grenade over the Ultramarine's head that lands directly between the gate posts as the vanguard of the second wave of hormagaunts arrives. One of the skittering creatures pauses to butt at the grenade irritably and it explodes in a shower of shrapnel, ripping apart a number of the xenos horrors.
Seeing the Xeno's filth my psychic anger crackles, and builds within me. The spirit within my power armour echoes my desire to release the Emperor's Wrath against our enemies. I move to give myself a clear angle before I Smite the hormagaunt horde.
The flickering flames remaining from Brother Quintus' scorching flamer attack abruptly gutter out as the Warp manifests, causing a strange stillness to settle over the bunker as even the tempestuous sounds of the storm outside suddenly go silent. One of the Tyranid at the forefront of the attack, emboldened by the disappearance of the flames suddenly stops in its tracks, twitches uncontrollably, and explodes in a shower of filthy ichor, as incandescent lightning from the Immaterium erupts from Brother Vex's outstretched fist. It is quickly followed by several others, each wracked and shattered into their constituent parts by the psyker's power.
I shake my head at the clumsy throw. I then move a little further back then bring the bolter into a two handed grip and take a shot at the one headed for me.
Still walking backwards, almost casually so from the advancing servitor, Brother Caledonii opens up, firing a round from his bolter.
The explosive rounds punches a fist-sized hole in the middle of the charging servitor's torso armor, but the relentless automaton continues advancing.
The plodding servitors continue to trudge toward the marines at the rocky summit, but they are not made for pursuit, and even while moving backward, Brother Caledonii continues to maintain a safe distance.
Watching the bodies explode as the lightning dances from my fingertips. I watch as the survivors try to get there bearings to continue the attack. I aim my bolt pistol casually at the horde and squeeze the trigger at those nearest to my battle brothers. Every second given, is another option available to give.
Hrothgar spares a glance at the rest of the bunker.
Watching the bodies explode as the lightning dances from my fingertips. I watch as the survivors try to get there bearings to continue the attack. I aim my bolt pistol casually at the horde and squeeze the trigger at those nearest to my battle brothers. Every second given, is another option available to give.
With practiced ease, Brother Vex fires his bolt pistol into the surging throng of monsters, and another explodes in a shower of gore.
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Hrothgar spares a glance at the rest of the bunker.
Brother Hrothgar risks a glance over his shoulder, and watches as a sinuous coil of squirming tendrils emerges from the dark hole on the other side of the bunker's control room. A repulsive, chitin-horned nautaloid head follows them, pivoting about to peer around the chamber with pupil-less, unspeakably alien eyes of burning crimson. A pair of massive, mantid-like claws erupt next, slowly pulling an enormous xenos monstrosity that blends in almost perfectly with the bunker walls from under the floor in absolute silence.
This is taking too long. We need to dispense with these servitors immediately and find the Magos. How did I miss? That thing is the size of a titan...
I decide to use four precious Kraken rounds and unleash a full-auto spread at the "left" servitor.
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I will use my reaction to fire at the undamaged horde.
In the braced firing stance I had from my previous shot. I flip the switch to go full auto and brings the Emperors hammer down upon this servitor.
Seeing Emeric's rounds tear into the servitor, Eli switches his fire to the other servitor. Once more the round pings uselessly off the servitor's metallic hide.
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"Xenos!!!" warns Hrothgar as he fires a short burst at what seems to be a blank wall.
Brother Sepheren opens fire on the oncoming horde.
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Tantalus Sub-Arctic Zone, Grid Zone Rho-Upsilon-12
Pyroclast-Gamma-9 Comm Uplink Tower
241.817.M41
Brother Emeric's Chrono Reading: [3:43:30]
This is taking too long. We need to dispense with these servitors immediately and find the Magos. How did I miss? That thing is the size of a titan...I decide to use four precious Kraken rounds and unleash a full-auto spread at the "left" servitor.
Brother Emeric decides enough is enough and toggles his fire selector, feeling the satisfying 'click' as the Kraken rounds are chambered. Unleashing a fully automatic burst on the plodding servitor, he cannot help but feel a scintilla of pity for it, so obediently obeying its last assigned programming.
The heavy industrial servitor moves so slowly, it is an easy mark now that the techmarine has the time to set himself and aim properly, the initial surprise of the encounter long since gone to a space marine's honed reflexes. With a roar, the bolter fires, the first two rounds taking it square in the head, pulping away the dessicated tissue and bone until almost nothing remains. The hulking body stumbles forward a few more meters, dutifully following muscle memory, before the shots to the arm and torso spin it slightly sideways. The servitor then seizes and goes rigid, finally falling over like a collapsing wall.
Brother Syne fires again, striking the servitor bearing down on Brother Caledonii, but the crystalline shard fractures on the shoulder plating of his target.
The Storm Warden follows Brother Emeric's lead, opening up on full-auto with his bolter, blowing fist-sized holes in the servitor's chest and fouling the chain fist attachment on its arm, so that it comes untracked and slithers to the ground like a limp, metallic snake.
It never gets within ten meters of Brother Caledonii. The industrial servitor manages to stagger a few more strides before the overwhelming damage to its power core shorts it out completely. It comes to a halt, dead for all intents and purposes, but fully upright due to the still active gyro-stabilizers in its broad legs.
Tantalus Sub-Arctic Zone, Grid Zone Rho-Upsilon-12
Inside the Pyroclast-Gamma-9 Security Bunker
241.817.M41
Brother Quintus' Chrono Reading: [3:43:02]
After tossing the grenade, Brother Sepheren squeezes off a round from his bolter, seamlessly falling into a firing stance and killing another of the creatures with a well-placed shot.
After ranging his bolter with the first shot, he fires a proper burst, unleashing an explosive cascade of death across the swarming Tyranid. More and more of their shattered insectile bodies come to a bloody end just outside the bunker entrance.
"Xenos!!!" warns Hrothgar as he fires a short burst at what seems to be a blank wall.
Brother Hrothgar shouts his warning over the chaotic din of battle, and turns to fire his bolt pistol at the skulking lictor.
The enormous creature moves with a lithe grace that makes it nearly impossible to follow with its chameleonic hide shifting with a liquid fluidity to blur it against the bunker's back wall. Bizarrely, the effect is so perfect that even a series of falsely iridescent blinking lights, mimicking the matching the flashes from the cogitator bank, appear across its spiky carapace as it rises like a nightmare from the hole. It somehow senses Brother Hrothgar's attention, and springs for the dome-like ceiling, launching itself on mantid-like legs, the motion leaving a hazy afterimage on the Space Wolf's eyes.
The first round catches it in the flank, bursting through the thick chitin with a wet crack, while the other passes to the right or between its legs---it is impossible to be sure where it misses.
The Ultramarine shouts words of encouragement to his Kill-team over the vox-link and unleashes another cloud of white-hot promethium through the arched entry.
Hrothgar felt his choler rise as the xenos partially evades his attack. With sacred chainsword and holy boltpistol, he prepares to meet the lictor's attack.
The swarm of scuttling hormagaunts, some still alight from Brother Quintus' barrage of flame, collides with the Battle-Brothers holding the breach, talons scything and slashing madly at the Kill-team.
Brother Quintus is engulfed by the tide of raking claws, the horrid leaping things latching on to his chest while scratching and snapping furiously. A few of the hormagaunts punch holes in the marine's armor with their bone-like talons, but he manages to shake the majority off, swinging his body and the heavy flamer from side to side, and kicking or crushing those that are unlucky enough to fall beneath his booted tread.
The Apothecary pulls himself against the curving wall of the bunker, smashing away those of the onrushing horde that get too close with the weight of his boltgun. The creatures that survived the onslaught of the Ultramarine's flamer seem enraged, many of their glistening orange-brown carapaces scorched, or still aflame.