| Weapons Fire strobed through the dark corridors
of the hulk. The cacophony of shrapnel and ricochets ringing against the
rust splotched bulkheads was like the foundry of a mad god. The initiates
covering the doors out of the generator room were engaged in a fierce firefight
with the Orks outside, soon the alien scum would amass enough strength
to rush the handful of Black Templars opposing them. High Marshal Helbrecht
turned to the Techmarine kneeling beside the heavy thermic charge they
had brought aboard.
"How much longer Brother Hexil?" He shouted over the roar of weapons.
Techmarine Hexil did not look up from the fine adjustments he was making
as he replied "The weapon's spirit was offended by the rough treatment
it suffered on arrival High Marshal. If its containmant loop is not realigned
by the proper supplications it will fail to consume itself and grow to
the correct size for full devastation."
"Try to hurry Brother, we don't have much...".
The High Marshal was distracted by a sudden increase in the firing at
one of the doors. Howls and yells announced an Ork attack was imminent.
He crossed to it in three quick strides, just in time to meet the aliens'
rush. A huge Ork leader crashed through the doorway and eviscertated an
Initate with a thrust beneath his breastplate. Helbrecht parried its next
blow and countered with a swing perfictly timed to catch his foe off balance
from his missed attack. The glitering energy field of his ancient power
sword slashed through the Orks' neck with barely a hint off resistance
and the great Ork fell clutching spasmodically at he stump of its neck.
Hebrecht leapt forward into the lesser Orks behind, hacking and slashing
with little finesse but horrible effectiveness. Limbs and heads flew appart.
In seconds the doorway was filled with twitching corpes. Brother Mikael
came up with his flamer and the surviving Orks were driven back into the
corridor by a wall of flames.
"The charge is prepared" called Brother Hexil.
Helbrecht instantly switched comm chanels with a nerve impulse, "High
Marshal to Light of Purity, immediate recovery - code Blue".
The Templars moved to the center of the chamber and were teleported
to the waiting strike vessel in a blinding flash of light. Seconds later,
the thermic charge blasted a new crator in the flank of the Ork space hulk. |