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I trust your judgement on what you consider to be "Common lore" when it comes to Ogryns, Castil. You have 4 DoS which usually counts as an "exceptional" success.

+++Copy Kill-Team, we're about 10 or 12 minutes away from the crossroads at the moment. I'll patch you into the Hellhounds now:+++

+++H-hello? This is Sergeant Murphy of the Glorious Canon. We're coming up to the as we speak, maybe a minute and a half out. Where do you want us? Over.+++

The pilot scoffs at the ogryns outburst but doesn't give it much more attention than that. Instead he is pulling the charred autocannon out of the ashes ad checking it over, ensuring that it is still functional.
"I can take over the autocannon if you'd like Commander, I'm running low on bolter rounds as it is. Staying up here and maybe getting a crack at those mortar boys for what they did to my ship suits me just fine."

"Can't say I was paying too much attention to anything other than trying to land my sweet girl, but I don't recall any artillery platforms or the like. Coulda been some of the rebels lobbing those shells from a man-portable launcher just now, wouldn't have had to put out much power to penetrate the ships armor given how many holes she already had. That means they'll be close, probably set up somewhere in the crossroads with the rest of these rabble."

Haha. "Map".
Also, I meant "Hellhounds" not "Hellions". No air support, only tanks.

The pilot grunts an affirmative but says nothing else and the Colonel comes back over the radio: +++Roger that. JENKINS! MURPHY! YOU'RE MOVING UP!+++

As everyone is collecting themselves Brother Leon scrambles up the side of the Thunderhawk towards the cockpit. You can see that the nose of the aircraft has been thoroughly mangled by the crash-landing and it's no wonder that the pilot can't seem to find his way out. The servo-arm gently grasps one of the doors with its claw and then tears the metal of its hinges with a single pull. A few seconds after the pilot climbs out of the wreckage. He wears the badge of the Marines Errant on his armor and IFF confirms him as Brother Silus Leuce of the Deathwatch. He reaches down and unstraps a strange looking bolter from a holster on his leg.

"Changed your mind, huh? Gunner took a round during the first wave of fire, co-pilot and navigator bailed out just before we touched down. Suppose I'll be keeping you company then." he hops down and falls in with the rest of the kill-team.

Without further delay your group seizes the initiative and charges across the open ground. You are met with only the slightest resistance, a mix of autogun and lasfire passing harmlessly overhead. As you run you return the rebels fire in kind. Finally you reach the building. Its roughly 30 meters high and 15 meters across. It's currently affording you some slight protection from the enemy forces beyond. A single large door serves as the nearest access to the building, a cursory test shows the door to be locked. As you stand there deciding your next move you hear a faint whistling sound pass over head. Suddenly the Thunderhawk you had just left behind is rocked by further explosions. The pilot throws his hands into the air: "Awwww, what!? No! C'mon, she ain't even moving anymore you whoresons!" he sighs and gets back into position. "Welp, looks like you have yourself an enemy mortar team commander."