‘Shas’O, we have multiple intruder alerts, repeat, the Io’Tar has been boarded.’
‘Contain and destroy them, Shas’el.’
The comms link terminated abruptly, replacing the squall of background static with the ferocious din of battle.
O’Vash strode down the shuttle’s ramp and ducked back into the chamber. Weapons fire strobed through the lightless corridors of AX-118, the air filled with small arms ricochets and the occasion crump of grenades against the drifting hulks bulkheads, all adding to the cacophony of war that was fast becoming a vision of hell.
His hands gripped the holographic controls, fingers wrapping around the triggers. He squeezed the left trigger, testing, the targeting reticule coming to life with a shrill pinging noise, changing from blue to red in colour. He switched systems with a flick of his wrists and did the same for the burst cannon and gun drones before cycling back to the main gun.
We are ready then. Let it begin.
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His crisis suit slammed into the blood soaked ground, the retro-thrusters of the jetpack firing at the last possible moment to lessen the jarring impact of the Low Altitude Deployment. Shas’Vre Pech Diael immediately surveyed the scene of carnage around him, the driving rain doing its best to conceal the ruined city from his sensors. The Ork horde had already swept through the outer defence lines of Von’yth, and the surviving colonial garrison was desperately manning the last line of fortifications.
Ka’mais gazed down on the world of Sha’draig. Beyond the shimmering distortion of the loading bay’s containment field she could see the emerald green oceans and brown land masses, streaked through with putrid threads of pink and purple, each strand pulsating with the forms of millions of writhing organisms. As she watched, massive shapes drifted across the vista heading for the planet’s surface. Swollen, glistening hulks of alien flesh faintly reflected the systems cold blue sun, as the bioships moved into low orbit, tendrils outstretched towards the surface. They had begun their feeding, and soon Sha’draig would be picked clean of life.
The battlesuit slammed into the tainted metal floor of the makeshift fortress, scattering gore slickened debris all around and sending a deafening boom throughout the ramshackle structure. From the dripping shadows, skulking biological horrors shrieked their answer to the sudden cacophony. With steam still rising from its red hot armour plated surface, the Riptide unfurled itself from its crouching position, leveling its weapon systems at the enemy.
++++++ Inquisitor Garalov, date 966.M41, submission of report from Praea Mundis, Ref: GAR.089/PM344.563.445.239/Ordo-As. Operation ‘Broadsword’ is in effect, Priority: Primarus Extremis. For the Office of the Master of the Administratum ONLY++++++
‘My first cause for alarm should have been the somewhat uncooperative, dare I say deliberately obstructive, nature of the Dark Angels hierarchy when I inspected their recruitment facility on Praea Mundis. The Chapter headquarters, otherwise known as the Rock, is currently deployed in an unknown theatre of war and as such this is the largest administrative facility available at the time of this investigations commencement.’