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Posted: Wed Feb 3rd, 2010 08:39 pm |
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D Minus 30 seconds
Salamander Drop Pod: Steel Justice
Upper Atmosphere, Planet Ethmongul
Brother Sergeant Solus looked at the display being fed to him from the drop pod’s sensor array. By his estimation, fourth squad was on target to hit the primary landing zone.
Solus had been involved in many orbital attacks in his three centuries of service as a battle brother of the Salamanders, and although as a space marine he felt no fear, the sensation of being flung into the upper atmosphere at bombardments speed still unnerved him. He knew as the pod fired its landing thrusters, only seconds would separate him from active combat on the planet below. Solus knew his unit, and the entire Salamanders task force were dropping into a hot landing zone behind the front lines where orks and men were engaged in a colossal struggle for control of the planet Ethmongul.
Solus had never felt fear, nor remorse of his own potential death on a battlefield. Today was no different. Solus had followed the Forgefather into combat on scores of worlds, and would willingly give anything, including his own life, to fulfill the prophecies of his Primarch. His entire life had been dedicated to his chapter and in service of the God-Emperor. For centuries, Solus had lived with the knowledge that he would give up his life, and pass on his geneseed to another generation of warriors.
Yet as Solus considered the strength opposing force in the area of the Salamander landing zone, he wondered if the small Salamander force was making a tactical error by launching such a bold orbital assault into the heart of an ork horde that was massive beyond reckoning. The plan appeared solid, a decisive strike to secure a landing zone where heavier equipment could be brought in. Such plans were how the space marines waged war, quick and decisively. Yet Solus knew neither strategy nor technology would determine the winner of this fight. Strength of the arm or of numbers would carry the day here in this sector infested with orks.
Orbital attacks, were devastating, especially when executed by space marines, but often left the landing force under strength without heavy equipment for an extended battle. Pods carried men and dreadnaughts, not land raiders. Until a landing zone was secure, Solus and the other Salamanders would have to rely on the task force’s Thunderhawk Gunship for close support.
A small beep in his right ear indicated new information was coming in over the Salamanders primary battlenet. He recognized the icon in his helmet display, and quickly opened the status report. A long string of data flashed in front of his vision, and scrolled vertically. The report was a status from the first pods to enter into the landing area. Although the first pod had missed the designated area by a few hundred meters, the others pods in the first wave had come down on target. Solus allowed himself a moment of pride as the cameras mounted on the automated weapons aboard the deathwind pod came on line. There were orks everywhere in the display, as the pod’s doors opened. Solus saw the tail of the first rocket as the automated launchers began hurling barrage after barrage into the nearby green horde. Orks of every size were slaughtered by the score as the raw close range firepower of the pod was let loose at point blank range.
As more reports came in from the first units on the ground, the first wave had made it to the ground safely, but was heavily engaged against a massive force. The Salamanders on the ground had already killed an impressive number of orks, but Solus wasn’t convinced it had been enough to ensure the immediate safety of the landing zone.
Another icon flashed into the heads up display. The pod was firing its retros, and would be planetside in just a few moments. He opened the link to the men in his squad, ”We are His hammer…and upon the anvil of battle, we, the fire-born shall cleanse their foul stench from this world. Show Them No Mercy, Nor Give Them Any Quarter.”
Solus raised his bolter into a firing position just as the pod landed. As the bolts sealing the pod doors opened, and he lead his squad into a raging firefight, Solus gave one last command to his men as he opened fire into the orks ahead of him, “Kill them all.”
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Posted: Wed Feb 3rd, 2010 11:16 pm |
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