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"My body is steel and my blood is fire. Lead the way Brother."

The description of the battlefield from earlier still stands Brother Invictus and you arrive with no issues. You may direct Brother Faust how you wish. There is the two weapons teams and the Leman Russ for you to contend with.

"My size would be ill-suited to such a task Commander." replies the Dreadnought. Though blunt, his words are likely true. The Contemptor's massive size is not ideal once you get away from the facilities manufacturing floor and storage areas.

Brother Invictus

"All systems operating within acceptable parameters, thank you tech-marine. It feels good to be rejoined with a relic of my Chapter." replies the Ancient in his hollow, metallic voice. He takes a few tentative steps forward, the Contemptor already noticeable more agile than the Mars pattern body. He begins checking over the dreadnoughts weapon systems, two chain-fists with integrated bolters.

"It would appear that this relic was not stored with ammunition. I will be limited to melee weaponry until we return to the fortress." Even though there is no tone or variation in his voice you sense the slightest hint of contentment in his words.

Brother Arkhos

It takes a bit before the rebel is coherent enough to reply. When he does he speaks with a deep, slow voice: "Ergh...boss?" he stops and thinks for a moment and then looks around. He slowly reaches inside of his armor and pulls out a medallion and holds it to you. The image is that of the Emperor, a common symbol of the Imperial Cult. "Big boss!" he says excitedly "He's in the sky!".

You are getting the sense that this rebel may not be the brightest of sorts, especially since he doesn't seem to realize that he is a rebel at all. Thicker than an Ogryn. In fact...given his size and apparent stupidity, that may not be too far from the truth.

You all hear a message come across the general vox channels as you are catching your breath.

+++Attention all troops: this is Colonel Folken. We have secured the Courtyard. I repeat: we have secured the Courtyard. The rebel forces are scattered, broken, and in full-retreat.+++

+++All commanders: prepare your troops for assault on the facility. Refer to your tactical uplinks for specific squad assignments and be prepared to move out within the hour.+++

+++Oh, and one last thing...the warriors of the Adeptus Astartes have offered high praise in relation to your conduct today. I expect continued performance worthy of such words. Colonel out.+++

+++It has been long since I have felt so alive+++ muses the Elder Faust, whether or not he realizes the irony of that statement is unknown +++Indeed, it was quite glorious to fight alongside one so young and idealistic. And you too Brother Invictus, though you are not an Iron Hand yourself the conviction you have displayed is worthy of praise. In fact...+++ the ancient warrior turns to address Brother Vartas: +++I think we will continue to fight alongside for the time being, Commander. That is, if you'd have us.+++

Brother Elyas, Zedkiel, and Vartas

Round 4

While the arrival of another battle-brother is welcomed you can't afford to lose focus on your current predicament. Brother Elyas was only able to do minor damage to the horde while Brother Zedkiel was forced to back down temporarily in the face of the two remaining Chimeras.

Brother Zedkiel (14): Treats his wounds.
Brother Vartas (10+): Does considerable damage to the second of the three Chimera's though it continues fighting regardless.
Rebel Horde (13): 1d100 ⇒ 91 Still trapped between the wrathful Dark Angel and the stubborn Stormtroopers, the rebels are still unable to effectively counter attack. At this point those that still stand look like they are in pretty bad shape. The rebel horde is now magnitude 35
Rebel Chimeras (13): 2d100 ⇒ (39, 82) = 121 This time the two armors shift their fire to the other members of the Kill-Team. Brother Elyas, engaged as he is, is miraciously spared a blast from the Multi-Laser. Brother Vartas however is not so lucky. He is hit twice for 4d10 + 24 ⇒ (1, 10, 8, 4) + 24 = 47 damage. Your cover grants you 8 additional AP if I hadn't mentioned the value already.
Stormtroopers (10-): 1d100 ⇒ 76 Continue to squander their opportunity to strike back at the rebels.
Brother Elyas (9): Only kills a few of the heretics as the rest scurry out of his grasp, filled with fear at the visage of the mighty warrior.

Round 5

Brother Castil, Brother Invictus, and the two Dreadnoughts will arrive next round

Brother Zedkiel (14):
Brother Vartas (10+):
Rebel Horde (13): 1d100 ⇒ 7 Under diress from the constant attack the horde finally manages to lash out at both the Stormtroopers and Brother Elys for 2d10 + 6 ⇒ (10, 5) + 6 = 21 damage.
Rebel Chimeras (13): 2d100 ⇒ (78, 66) = 144 The transports try and pour all of their fire into the ongoing melee, aiming for Brother Elyas and the Stormtroopers, but their shots are ineffective as they try to avoid any friendly-fire.
Stormtroopers (10-): 1d100 ⇒ 65 After the sudden turn-around of the rebel infantry the Stormtroopers have suffered noticeable losses, now reduced to half of their previous strength. In light of that they are too busy trying to recover their footing to hit them back.
Brother Elyas (9):

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Brother Castil and Brother Invictus

It takes only a moment for the two Dreadnoughts to consider their response:

+++Lead on Librarian+++ they say simply. You had expected a more eloquent reply and are somewhat deflated. It isn't until a second later that you realize why their words were so brief. Exhaust has started pouring out at a tenfold rate, even to the point of steam and heat coming off of their joints and weapons. Their movements become almost erratic, as if they are struggling to contain a certain burst of energy. The feeling spreads slowly to you, and to Brother Invictus as well. Their is a sort of empathetic bond forming between the four of you. You can feel their lust for glory along with their ever burning hate and vice versa. Needing little more in the way of direction the two Ancients head out for the left flank.

You can ride the two of them if you wish. Normally it would be considered a faux pas but given the current situation they are more concerned with sating their battle-lust. As long as you maintain the power you can direct their actions without speaking. You can also share your Chapter Squad Mode with the Dreadnoughts and Brother Invictus without needing Command. This benefit only lasts for the remainder of this scene.

Given that Brother Castil just annihilated the Chimera no, he is not otherwise engaged.

Brother Castil

Your lighting strikes the armor in the thickest portion, literally tearing apart adamantine plating as if it were no more than tin. Soon there is nothing left to protect the occupants and they are subject to the brunt of your abilities. Instantly they explode as the energy surges through their feeble human bodies, leaving the interior of the vehicle looking thoroughly gruesome.

"Ha ha" chuckles Brother Faust as the third and final Chimera succumbs to your warp powers. "Well then" he continues, turning to the other Dreadnought "shall we carry on the assault old friend?"

Brother Invictus and Brother Castil: you both have a chance to converse with the Dreadnoughts before they continue on their way.

The Chimeras are not unarmed. If they had hit Brother Zedkiel with that ram he would have been in for a world of hurt.

The small unit of enemies is caught completely unaware as the righteous tide of the Librarians fury passes over them. They die knowing only the fear of their impending judgement at the feet of the Emperor.

+++YES.+++ purrs Brother Faust in reaction +++Try and keep up Brother, there is much more to be done!+++

As he says that the other Dreadnought, Brother Gazerich, finally manages to catch one of the flighty Chimeras in his grasp. Within moments he has brought his Chainfist to bear, tearing the poor vehicle apart as if it were no more than a mere tin can. Then he tosses it to the ground before him and hits it with a blast from his flamer for good measure. Fuel pouring out from the sundered husk is ignited in the fire; a second Chimera is consumed in the ensuing explosion. Only one Chimera remains for the two Ironclads to deal with.

The monotone voice of one of the Ironclad Dreadnoughts comes back booming over the vox:

+++INSOLENCE!+++ bellows the ancient marine +++It will not stand! Many thanks Kill-Team+++

One of the Dreadnought spins about at the waist and unleashes a blast from its heavy flamer. The flames crawl hungrily across the ground towards the trench, immolating a few of the rebels once it arrives. However it seems that the Dreadnought is still not entirely sure of the exact position of the infantry within the trench and thus many of the rebels were spared destruction. In response the Chimeras press their attack even further now that the two Ancients have divided their attention.