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Chapter 1: The Evacuation
The explosive attack of Kill team Igasu cleaved through the mass of xeno’s like the bow of a great battle ship parting the tides of the immaterium , crushing the crowded tunnel of mutated-xeno freaks, the armored warriors plowing past the carnage in loping strides. A heavy bolter rattles off, cutting out the legs from under a tyranid genestealer, the beast hissing even as such critical damage fails to halt its efforts to strike out at the armored form that whizzes past, a canister dropping from the marines hand next to the downed tyranid. It sprays out a cloud of fog, and Under the cover of the smoke, an apothecary's reductor screeches as it drives straight through the carapace cover head of another abomination, its foul xeno ichor spraying across his pitch black armor, highlighted on his bone white helmet. The black form turns, his device of medicine dripping in gore as he lunges down the corridor, passing by another comrade engaging more targets. This marine, his armor bearing the holy marks of mars upon it, wields a power axe, shearing a termagant’s skull in two, nerves still twitching before having a barrage of bolts to the jugular from techmarines bolt pistol. Fear would have spread among any other enemy, but this enemy was far more ruthless, and only threw more at the angels, something already accounted for. There were genestealers crawling out of the tunnels of the ancient sewer, ready to kill any intruders with a single minded focus. This foe had left his mark, as the kill team all bore injury and damage, with brother Kyros having only the slightest of limp on his bio-plasma ravaged leg. One of the marines slows for a moment, the one bearing the chapter insignia on the raptors, having noticed his devastator marine lagging behind, slowly stretching the group of four out. The Raptor tilts his head and unheard to the aliens, voices a sharp command. Turning quickly, his camo cloak fluttering as he redirects a lethal swipe of a claw from a tyranid, its talons screeching as they dig into his right pauldron, his chapter icon ravaged. His hand sharply juts forward, his combat knife precisely piercing the xenos eye, before he kicks out, launching the foul creature onto the blade of the techmarine’s axe, having noticed his leader's troubles. The Red Scorpion nods and shakes the impaled genestealer off his weapon, before he continues down the tunnel, crushing the occasional living xeno in the way with his Mechanicus axe. The Crimson Fist, His beaked head sharply turned towards the Raptor, violently shakes his head, and moves back towards the encroaching enemy, scything down more of the horde encroaching forward. The Raptor grabs the Fist’s pauldron, trying to pull him back, shaking his helm violently with displeasure. The Space shark looks between them, attempting to provide overwatch as another tyranid leaps at him, the Apothecary forced to quickly grapple with it, before slamming his helmet into its skull, several times until the chitin finally break, its life juices leaking as he tosses it aside, his own helmet having some new dents added to its array of damage.
“Victory will be ours” replies the Fist with vigor, though allowing for just a moment, contempt to taint his words.“Do not defy me now Ramus! Remember your oaths!” Igasu retorts, voice grating with authority as he slashes a genestealers throat open with his combat knife.“Can you not follow orders for a single mission?” Spokar murmurs haughtily, several paces away by this point, joined by the Space shark. “Brothers remember the enemy…” Kyros mutters as his bolter rattles, cutting down a termagant attempting to slip past his defense. The pair continue on, leaving Igasu and Ramus. “We can purge more….Sergeant. We have a duty!.” “We finished our duty!” Igasu cries back, firing one handed down the corridor of death as he points down the hallway, where Spokar has an inquisitorial servitor skull clamped to his belt. “But to run from batt-“ Ramus is interrupted as a genestealer leaps towards him from the shadows. Igasu fires, bolts smashing against the foul creature’s torso, and he pulls Ramus away. He begrudgingly allows him as he lets his own heavy bolter rattle alongside the Raptor.
Kyros stares at the Red Scorpion through the tinted red of his visor as he quickly heads towards the extraction, Spokar’s mecandrites creaking, claws snapping absent mindedly. Spokar had been distant, too quick to leave Ramus in the apothecary's opinion. Such failure of brotherhood should be looked down upon, yet, his behavior is all too similar to those of his chapter that had fallen to the Chill of the Void. It worried Kyros on the implications of such behavior without the excuse of geneflaw. He relaxed as he heard the detonation of the charges that had been set up earlier go off, intended to cut off the swarm predicted by Inquisitor Marj’an. Igasu must have been convincing, or Ramus had satisfied his honor. He heard their pounding footsteps echoing down the corridor, still distant enough. “Have you reached Delta-E3 yet?” the Raptor grunted over the vox. “Less than a click away.” Spokar responded almost smugly, stepping over a large broodlord they killed less than 3 hours ago, its body still smoking from their hasty barrage. The tunnel ahead led right into the cavern where their thunderhawk was grounded, and the exit out of this tight maze upward. Except for the two squad mates that were late, this mission had been perfect.”Hurry up savage, they’ll catch up…eventually. “Pretentious bastard.” The Carcharadone mutters as he reaches for his belt, reloading his bolter as he kicks up his pace,
Ramus stares at the back of Igasu’s helmet, a grimace hidden under his own helmet as he dwelled on his own doubts. Did he not care for every citizen at risk? He rechecked his heavy bolter, and its almost empty mag. They may have been able to destroy the hive yet still. They could stop the inevitable destruction of this city if he held his ground, moved forward. Yet here he was, tail between his legs, leaving millions to die, while cowardly killing such terrible foes from afar. Ramus looked around the Raptors cloaked form, looking ahead for the rest of his cowardly squad.. Igasu looked back at him, his helmet tilting . “You did the right thing brother. If anything, I take the blame for the dishonor… I don’t mind.” Ramus shook his head. “Walk faster brother, and shame ourselves at a quicker pace.” Igasu shrugged, his bulky pauldrons exaggerating his movement. "They're attacking the thunderhawk. It can’t wait long” said Spokar over the vox, voice curt over the sound of tyranid shrieks and the clattering of bolters.
They were coming out of the walls. He and Kyros had just entered the chamber, when the xenos launched their attack upon their escape craft. “Brothers, I thought you cleared this area! Several lifeforms detected!" squawked the pilot of the thunderhawk, the chamber far too small to aim the storm bolters on the beak of the craft. Spokar opened fire on the closest xeno, blowing its head to a pulp, as he watched Kyros grow stiff, before he charged right into the horde, ripping limbs from torsos, himself covered in gore as his brutal maneuvers kept most damage to a minimum. Spokar grunts as a termagant latches on to his shoulder pad, forcing the marine to tear it off with a clawed mecandrite as he continues covering Kyros with suppressing fire. Another gripped onto his leg, sending him off balance from the force. Spokar pulls his axe out and slams it into the problem, launching it like a bloody cannonball into the wall. Yet more came from the newly sprouted holes, and the path to escape was still long and bloody yet. What filth, thinking they could stop him, a pure creation of the emperor, untainted. How deserving this city was if it spawned such abominations of the emperor's design, turning humans into foul xenos. He followed Kyros now into the bloodbath, stowing his bolter and wielding his axe to full capability, plowing another genestealer through the thorax.
“Ramus to the thunderhawk NOW!” Igasu yelled as they ran into the chamber, almost frozen in shock at the sheer amount of nid’s that were swarming, barely being held at bay. The Fist already beginning the task of slaying the horde, his heavy bolter rattling in short bursts as he marches forward.. Igasu turned right into a termagant, screeching right at his helm. He shoved his bolter into its mouth, and pulled the trigger, bolts flooding the creature's head, before popping and releasing an ocean of blood. The Raptor stumbled back, watching as the devastator’s strafing fire cut down the freaks before them, parting a path through the sea of teeth and claws. The Scorpion whirled around, crushing one last xeno under his foot before charging into the thunderhawk, its engines starting to hover its bulky frame off the ground, blasting dirt and debris in a mock smokescreen. Igasu moves towards Kyros, seeing him heading farther into the horde. “Brother hear me! Time to evacuate!” He calls at the Shark. Kyros crushes the skull of the genestealer as he fires his bolter one handed, gunning down two more circling him. “BROTHER KYROS MOVE NOW” Igasu roars, and the lone brother swivels his head towards him, before nodding slowly, retreating back. Igasu walks backwards, firing at any approaching tyranids as his last brother climbs up onto the ship. He raises his hand, feeling a hand clamp onto it, dragging him out of the horde, the claws of the xenos just managing to rake at his shins. The thunderhawk begins rising even faster, the scream of the engine pulling them out of that emperor forsaken hole, up the maintenance shaft, into an emperor forsaken city.
Spokar watched as the Raptor slammed his fist into the faceplate of Ramus’s helm. “Prideful fool…” He spat as Ramus stumbled back, shaking his head before pulling his helmet off, Igazu’s eyes furious, mouth pulled into a grimace, suddenly unable to voice his clear ...displeasure. The Fist dropped his heavy bolter and slammed forward into Igasu. They collapsed onto the floor, roaring in anger. Kyros shoots forward, attempting to pull them apart as h132is attempts are mostly shrugged off. Spokar just snorted. His brothers had no intelligence hidden within those helmets. Too pigheaded to realize the importance of the mission. Duty and honor meant nothing compared to the information within the service skull, and what the inquisition planned on doing with it. Ramus slammed his helmet into Igasu’s face, blood splattering it. “ENOUGH” intoned The Space Shark, pulling Ramus to the side, the quarreling brothers still snarling from different sides of the Thunderhawk. “This world is condemned to death because of COWARDS like him!” Ramus growls pointing at The Raptor, who only responds by wiping at his already clotted nose, his Larraman’s organ stopping the blood flow. “They were already condemmed…nothing we did would stop that. Not even destroying the hive would convince the Inquisition, yet you would throw our lives away for nothing.” Ramus lurches forward, stopped by Kyros’s large bulk stepping in front. “Both of you are acting like neophytes. Have you already forgotten that this mission was a retrieval, rather than some half-hearted attempt to save some tainted whelps?” Spokar interrupts, a tone of mockery within his voice as he points as ramus. “We completed the mission for emperor’s sake, just keep your peace and spare me the pointless squabbling..” Igasu pondered this statement, nodding after a moment with satisfaction, whereas Ramus radiated unbridled fury, his emotionless Mark 6 helm covering whatever his expression accompanying his aura. The Space Shark grabs his shoulder pad, guiding him to a throne. His head leans forward, clearly communicating privately through vox. The Fist shakes his head slowly, visibly tense.
“Would your pride let you doom your fellow brothers?” Kyros muttered, Com link scratchy and muffled from the almost ancient suit he wore. Ramus felt his stomach twist and curl, considering more carefully Kyros’s words. “I didn't...intend to endanger the squad nor the mission, I swear.” he whispered half-heartedly, still lingering on the hive of people below, and the countless xenos among them, and their soon to be collective destruction.
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