Sgt. O’Malley sat quietly looking over reports. He would be leading elements of 1st Company to destroy the research facility on . It had been two months since the first landings on that forsaken planet. Rumors had spread that the disease that infected his fellow Marines was a precursor to a Tyranid invasion, or that the factuality had been corrupted some how. None of that mattered to the Sergeant, what did matter was to accomplish the mission and to bring his brothers back.
The attack was planned by the new Chapter Master Kian Mara, who until recently had been Captain of 3rd Company. But with the loss of fully half of the Chapter, he was promoted. The promotion meant a large reorganization of the Chapter and O’Malley found himself Captain of 1st Company. Unlike the previous 1st Company organization, the new 1st was more in line with a normal Battle Company, but with a few more veterans and fast attack capability.
There was not the faintest hint of failure, he had never failed in his duties. But images of infected Brothers came at him, mostly as he slept. Scouts have been on the ground for weeks observing the area, probing defenses and while it did look quiet, they reported movement after dark all over the compound. The scouts reported shambling forms scurrying around, while they appear human, they do not move like ordinary humans.
Boarding a drop pod, O’Malley looked around at his Brothers. All were in good spirits, and truth be told, he was too. It had been too long since they had been in combat, and that is truly the one place any Astartes belongs. Strapping himself in he spoke, “First kill is mine.” This brought laughter from his Brothers and also a few responses.
A few moments later the call came and he felt the bone jarring launch of the drop pod.
Drop pods are not for the faint hearted, or indeed for anyone except an Astarte. The sheer brutality of being shot out of the ship was horrendous, making the powered drop to the surface feel calm. An ordinary human would be killed by the forces exerted during a mission in a drop pod. But as brutal as the launch is, landing is orders of magnitude worse. Moving through the atmosphere at hundreds of meters per second is bad enough, but when the drop pod closes to within a thousand meters of the ground, rockets fire to slow the descent to a level as to not cause injury. That is to say, not a whole lot. The drop pods are meant to inspire fear, awe and as they scream through the atmosphere, they are trailed by contrails and a sonic boom which can be heard for miles. And as they slam into the ground and the doors explode outwards to loose the Astarte, it is death incarnate. While the navigation systems of the drop pods are excellent, there are times when the pods impact on a building or structure. This is not usually an issue, as the mass and speed of the pod crush what ever it hits, but it does make for a bumpier than usual landing.
Sgt. O’Malley’s drop pod hit the ground, but instead of stopping, it fell again. It had broken through into the facility below ground. In doing so, when the door automatically blew open only three of the five doors opened, the other two slammed into corridor walls. Signaling the squad the split up five going out one side, five out the other. The corridor was dark, with debris falling around them and dust filled the air with the echo of their impact echoing down the corridors. He could hear the impacts of the other drop pods above him, and he hoped none of the others fell through as they had.
The squad reports all clear, no movement and no signs of hostiles.
On the command net O’Malley reports their situation. The reply is for them to move south toward the center of the facility.
Moving down the corridor he could hear faint echoes of movement. He couldn’t tell if it was from above or in the corridors below, he continued to move forward. The corridor they moved down was a bit odd. There were no rooms leading off of it, just a straight corridor. In the plans he studied of the facility there was no mention of corridors like this.
His orders were simple, kill everything in the facility, destroy the equipment, destroy it all. and once that was accomplished the area would be bombarded from orbit. The one exception was records. If a central data storage area could be located, the information was to be recovered.
First contact was a round bouncing off of his breast plate followed a split second later by a crack as the sound of the round caught up. In the split second, every Marine reacted. They were traveling two abreast staggered down the corridor. The first two Marines knelt down and began firing, the second pair took a half step to the side, knelt and fired, the next pair stood and fired while the last two pair turned and checked behind.
After a moment, O’Malley raised his hand and the firing stopped. He couldn’t see anything ahead, they continued on. He opened the comm link and Sgt. Encelas reported he was waiting for him just ahead, they had the enemy pinned down awaiting his arrival. He replied he would be there in a moment.
After a hundred meters he could see the corridor ended at an intersection, a “T”. As they approached gun fire began again, the rounds bounced harmlessly off him. He leveled his bolter and began to fire. The muzzle flash from those firing at him lit the intersection, as did the rounds impacting the walls. They continued to fire as they broke into a run. It was clear who ever was shooting at them was not looking, just poking the weapons around the corners. At twenty yards he pulled the pin on a grenade and threw it, the concussion was tremendous, and as they reached the intersection they were met with quite a scene. Bodies strewn down both corridors writhing and screaming. They were human but their clothes were torn and stained. He didn’t have time to check any further because a fresh wave of rounds pinged off the walls around him. Lowering their bolters they shot the humans where they lay and then continued down the corridor leading south, with the last two Marines covering the rear as they moved.
Ahead he could see the corridor opened into a space of some kind, light poured in and he could tell it was not artificial light, but light from the sun. They quickly covered the distance and in the room they were met with a hail of fire. These did not harmlessly bounce off his armor, he felt a round rip into his left shoulder plate jerking his body to one side. The Marines reacted instantly, taking cover behind what ever debris or equipment they could, but still laying down fire. Off to his left he could see one drop pod had also broken through, and another at the far end of the room. Those Marines were deployed around the drop pods and firing toward the west side of the room. He could see the room was shaped like a wedge. The two drop pods had broken through at the narrow end of the wedge, and the floor of the room dropped away in levels into a greater and greater sized space. At the bottom of the room, he could see what he first took to be humans firing at them, but as he looked closer, they were twisted and deformed. While they moved with a shambling gait, it was fast and purposeful.
O’Malley signaled the other two squads to move out, as he formed up his squad. The two squads moved down the sides of the room and O’Malley’s squad went up the center. They took more fire, but continued to press forward quickly. Each Marine moving forward to cover and giving covering fire to those behind. Soon they reached the far wall of the room. According the plans, there are several short corridors leading from this room into an even larger room, part of the research labs. In the south east corner of that room was the data center, that was their objective.
O’Malley signaled Encelas and Hrab to deploy grenades into the hallways and then advance.
The explosions ripped the corridors apart, the doors on the far end blew open and and after a moment there was silence. Only the sound of mopping up the few defenders who remained.
The squads moved into the short corridors. The silence told him something was waiting in the research area. He again ordered grenades to proceed their entry and soon the air was filled with dust and debris as they entered the room. As they did so the room before them opened up, the layout plans said it was three hundred meters long total. Where they entered, was about a third of the way down the long side of the room. The room was also 20 meters wide with a ten meter ceiling. Plenty of room to fight, but with plenty of cover also.
The screams that followed were unlike anything he had ever heard before. They didn’t seem to be a single scream but a chorus of many spanning the octaves from low to high. All discordant, making a shrill wave of noise almost as waves of different frequencies cancel some waves or build to make a larger wave.
Then he saw them. Great beasts charging across from the far side of the room to his left. All the Marines saw them and instantly began firing. The first of the creatures fell after being hit by dozens of rounds, but they were instantly replaced, bounding over the remains more creatures charged. O’Malley fired, but a feeling something was wrong crept into his mind.
Closer and closer the creatures came, using the piles of their dead as cover, they kept coming. Seconds grew to minutes, as they kept coming, mindlessly charging to their deaths. How many of these creatures were there? They had killed hundreds already, and they just kept coming.
Activating the comm he reported his situation. It appears that these creatures have infested the entire facility, he would have to hold his ground.
The three squads formed a solid wall, but they were slowly giving ground. He ordered charges to be used to block the corridors they had entered through. He didn’t want these things getting away. The explosion from the charges dropped the corridors and filled them with rubble, but it also seemed to disorient the creatures for a split second. He put that thought away, it might be useful later.
As the firing continued, he realized they would in all likelihood run out of ammo before targets. He reported this in, and the reply was to hold their ground, reinforcements were on their way.He could hear the other squads around the base were running into similar creatures but they were holding their own
The attack had several squads of terminator armored Marines in reserve or to take advantage of a break through. These would be deployed only if needed, and only under the most dire of circumstances would any Marine call for the reserves.
But the problem for O’Malley was this hoard of creatures stood between him and his objective. While his position was not in any immediate danger, he must proceed to the data center. He ordered the squads forward, to push the creatures back so they could get to the data storage area.
A few moments later he heard the first Marine call Bingo. Bingo meaning out of ammo, followed a moment later by another, and another.
He ordered every Marine to throw grenades, space them out a second or two apart and then proceed to the data storage area, now only twenty five yards ahead.
The explosions rocked the room like waves breaking on a shore. He could hear Marines unsheathing chain swords while others continued to fire as they forced their way to the objective. The creatures reeled with the explosions. As the first grenades went off, they stopped advancing, those behind actually charging into those ahead. As the explosions continued they started to advance but slowly, they were a tangle of misshapen limbs and crowed together. Breaking into a run they made it to the data room, just as the creatures crashed over them. The sound of the creatures screams wavered, bolter rounds tore through skulls, chain swords dismembered them. But half of the squad had made it into the room, the other half formed a solid wall of bolter rounds and slashing swords in a perimeter around the door.
As O’Malley hooked the data drive into a port on the central CPU he heard a welcomed sound in the room behind him. The deafening crack and blinding flash telling him the reinforcements had arrived.
In the research area, the Terminators materialized in the midst of the creatures. Those creatures closest to the materialization were either thrown like a piece of paper in a hurricane or dropped where they stood, a power fist tearing a great hole through them.
All three squads were now bingo on ammo and fighting hand to hand. Over the comm he heard two Marines were down, but the line was holding.
O’Malley only needed another few seconds to complete the download, and then they could leave. He was anxious, not because he feared he or any of his fellow Brothers would die, but that he was messing around with this damn machine when he should be in the fight.
A light on his storage device changed from red to green, and the words TRANSFER COMPLETE. scrolled across the digital screen. He tore the cable out of the CPU and stowed the storage device. And without missing a beat he turned and charged into the fight.
Being this close to an enemy reveals much about them. He had fought Orks, Eldar and even those damned metallic Necrons, but these things were not like anything he had ever fought before. They were mindless, they charged like Orks, but they lacked the ferocity. Sure the Ork charged recklessly, but there was a palpable rage to it. They seemed to enjoy it, to enjoy seeing their kind fall. But these things just charged, there was no emotion, no drive, no spirit behind it. Questions sprang into his mind, troubling questions. How many of these things are there? They had seen things that looked mostly human earlier in the corridor, now these deformed monstrosities, was there another type of abomination waiting out there some where?
These thoughts rang in the back of his mind, his focus was to clear a path out of this room so they could link up with the veterans in the room and then fight their way to the surface.
I have been going back and doing touch ups on Black Sky.
The assault marines needed lots of work. The one and only time I have used them they lasted for one turn and were wiped out. But there is something I hope to buy at some point that will make them much more useful.
Stormravens are on the way! I WANT at least three. The whole reason I bought Space Marines in the first place was to make an Air Mobile force. So I will be buying the Stormravens to make Air Mobile! Yeah
Apocalypse game- Rescheduled (again) I think the game is being over thought just a bit. I am not placing responsibility for all of the delays on anyone but me, after all it was my idea, planning and all. It has just gotten a little out of control. It isn’t that the game has gotten too large, I am looking forward to a tens of thousand Apoc game. It is just I think it is being over thought. But I think it would be better to just strip it down and make it simpler, for the players and for the planning.
Black Sky Chapter- I am finally getting the background of the chapter worked out. The original plan was to have it related in someway to Tyranids. But I put that idea aside as being too much. So it has moved to Plan B. And if you know me, my Plan B’s are either really good or extraordinarily bad, there doesn’t seem to be a middle ground. But the Readers Digest version is this.
-The home world of the Chapter was destroyed
-A series of disasters wiped out over half of the Companies as well as most of the space fleet.
-With no Chapter Master and the ranking Marine being the 3rd Company Captain he has taken steps to ensure the survival of Black Sky. Necessary include setting up bases to resupply and gain recruits. Other less mundane steps are to reorganize the composition of Companies. But the biggest change is an alliance which could lead to the Chapter being declared renegade.
I have been working on setting up an apoc battle. It is quite a bit of work because I want to make new terrain for the game.
The battle will be Chaos demon/Chaos Space Marine against IG/Space Marine. The game will be played on two boards. The main board will be an 8X8. The objective on that board will be for the Imperium to break through a gate. Once done, they can pass through the gate to the other board, 4X8. Where there is a temple which needs to be destroyed.
Obviously I will be playing on the Imperium side, and I will be making a special model to deal with one expected super heavy from Chaos. There will be a Warhound Titan. So that will be my goal to take out the titan.
There has been a little possible hitch to the date. The Hobbytown model contest. I am not sure of an exact date, and haven’t been able to find a date. It is either the first or second Saturday in October. I am hoping it is the first.
Had a little game today at HT against Erik Angel playing his new Orks.
I had my Captain, two 10 man Tactical squads and a razorback, he had a crap load of Gretchin, four Commandos, a Deff Dread, Big Mek with a Shokk attack gun and three Deffkoptas.
That damn Shokk gun took out two Marines from 2nd Squad on the very first shot. The Shokk gun is a little unpredictable even before the scatter dice are thrown and he wound up taking out more Gretchins than Marines!
It was a fun relaxed game, and my Marines wound up wiping out every Gretchin. Eric did forget to run them for the first two turns. Had they run they would have been in assault before the 3rd turn and much less depleted.
I did lose half of 2nd Squad and one Marine from 1st Squad and Captain Mara had two wounds.
Good game Erik, look forward to another round soon!
There is one big addition soon to come, it will be big and will bring 3rd Company to a whole new level.
But I also am planning to round out 3rd Company with three more Tactical squads. And if I get my $$ situation straightened out, maybe another Assault squad. This will also mean I have to add two more rhinos too.
So, I do need five more Tactical marines to round out a ten man squad.
The life of a Space Marine is to fight. Whether that enemy is human, Xenos or even his own Brother, matters not. To fight is the only life they know. And to die in that service is the only rest he will ever know.
Riding in a Thunderhawk during a combat insertion has only one comparison. It is a little like standing in front of a fifty foot tall gear as it turns, with each one of its gigantic teeth slamming into to your head as it passes, while at the same time having the rest of your body pummeled with rockcrete sledgehammers. Only one other event is worse, and it is insertion by drop pod, but that is too obscene for description.
Once the decent leveled off it would only be moments before the red light above the hatch would turn green, and that would be their time to move. The chatter on the command net was calm as usual. The landing zone was marked and clear. His scouts had been planet side for almost a day, checking enemy defenses, observing and reporting enemy strengths and possible weaknesses in defenses.
The light turned green just as he felt the Thunderhawk touchdown. Instantly all were on their feet and disembarking. The landing zone was being buffeted by other Thunderhawks landing nearby, and no sooner had the last marine set foot on Vogsel IV the rear hatch opens and the Thunderhawk begins to climb. Out the back containers begin to slide out. This was a practice that is frowned upon by the leadership. But Captain Mara preferred this method because it minimized the time the Thunderhawks were on the ground, and that is when they are most vulnerable.
Squads of laborers and techs began to unpack the containers to set up the HQ. From the time they set foot on a planet, even under fire, an armored and armed HQ can be set up in less than a half hour. Huge multipurpose machines first dig down into the surface, even the hardest rock proves no hinderance. Next the machine begins to construct the walls of the HQ. Most times the material that is excavated is used to build the walls. The machine grinds the material into graduals, then chemicals are added, it is then extruded to form the floor, walls and ceiling of the HQ. The noise produced by these machines is quite remarkable. While it is not extremely loud, it is high pitched which is good. The high pitched sounds don’t travel as far, so some degree of secrecy can be maintained.
While this was happening, the Scouts set out to secure the perimeter, set up defensible positions, lay out mine fields and detector nets. Also during this time, portable anti aircraft batteries are set up, power generating systems and command and control systems are brought online.
By the time the last Marine squad reports the perimeter is clear and secure, the finishing touches on the HQ is being performed.
“Squad sergeants, report to the HQ”
Captain Mara sat reviewing reports of enemy movements and troop disposition when the Sgts arrived.
All marched in step before where the Captain sat and saluted. The captain returned the salute crisply, setting the reports down and motioning for them to sit.
“Here is the situation.” Captain Mara stood and walked over and picked up a map and laid it out on the table. “In the valleys to the west of here there is a huge massing of Orks. The reports I have been reading says this bunch arrived on this rock about two months ago and made quick work of the paltry defensive force on the surface. But this rock has a secret, which is why the Orks are here. Deep underground is an Imperial research facility, biological weapons mostly, but there is one weapon the Orks must have found out about. It is a weapon designed to target Orks. The pointy heads have been working on a virus that targets Orks specifically, breaking down the bonds between the fungi and animal matter in their bodies. That is why they are here, to destroy the weapon before is finished. How they found out about the weapon, is a problem, and another is how they located the facitilty is another, but those ore problems for others to work out. Our job is to go kill some Orks. “
Captain Mara showed the latest disposition of the Orks and continued.
“We are going to launch two separate attacks against the Orks. The first is going to be a full frontal assault, led by you Sgt Cano. Your Marines will be suited up with Terminator armor along with 5th Squad, supported by Brothers Avior and Marius. Your job will be to hit them as hard as possible, and get them to away from the facility. Once they are drawn away, the rest of our force, except the 10th will be laying in wait to hit the flanks of the Orks and encircle and wipe them out. Meanwhile, the 10th will get in and evacuate the facility staff and destroy the facility. We have two objectives here. The first and most important is the facility staff. Their skills and knowledge is irreplaceable, another facility can be built, the staff cannot. The second is to kill as many of the green skins as possible, all if at all possible.”
Mara stood back and looked at the Marines, “Any questions?”
After a few moments more of observing the maps, all stood and saluted, Sgt Cano spoke for all, “Lets go kill some Ork!”
Mara returned the salutes, “Dismissed.”
A Month Later
Intelligence reports of the Prymar System turned out to be sadly incomplete. The reports only dealt with the Ork incursions, with a few foot notes about Tau influence on the fringes. Nothing out of the ordinary, it was a straight up rescue operation
The 3rd Company had been in the Prymar System for the better part of three months, fighting the Ork incursion. While the 3rd Company is not alone in fighting the Orks, the 3rd Company has been at the forefront of every battle. The Orks have not shown themselves to be as interested in fighting the Imperial forces. They had another more interesting foe to battle.
The truth of what was happening became clear.
Captain Mara looked over the no mans land perimeter surrounding Camp Penzias. The past month was one of the most unpleasant of his career. In that time he had seen Ork tactics change. Normally Orks would attack his position en masse, now they simply run, or drive past, without even a sideways glance. They seemed to be more focused on other targets. This mildly annoyed Mara. He had fought Orks many times, and he knew they would always attack the most difficult and dangerous foe. So having the Orks simply ignore him and his Marines was a not an unsubstantial insult! But at the same time, what was out there worth fighting more?
At first he had sent out patrols to gather information, the first of which returned reporting a huge gathering of Orks preparing for battle. The patrols were always intercepted and bloodied upon their return. This should have been a warning but there was no reason to suspect their reports.
It was not long before those from the patrols fell ill with a strange ailment. This was very troubling for all, but this was only the beginning.
Those who fell ill, all suffered identical symptoms. Strange rashes appeared on their arms and legs, small red and blue blotches. This followed closely by a fever and diarrhea and vomiting. But strangest of all was with in less than two days the symptoms would pass, leaving only small patches of red and blue marks on the affected. The Marines would appear to be fine, all tests showed them to be fine, even the Company Librarian investigated and found nothing. More and more of the Marines would fall ill, but with each wave of the illness, it became more and more serious. After two weeks fully a third of Captain Mara’s command had fallen ill or were currently ill.
A disturbing trend to the illness was that it seemed to have no trend. Not everyone on a patrol would fall ill, and it seemed to spread at random to other squads. This situation was getting worse and nothing could be done to stop this mysterious illness. Captain Mara made a fateful decision. No more patrols would be sent out. All squads would be isolated from each other, and those who had been ill would be isolated further. Captain Mara had a bad feeling about this illness, though he could not be specific as to why. But given the luck of the Black Sky, he wasn’t going to take any chances.
It was a month after the first infections the first hints as to the cause became clear. One of the Marines of 4th Tactical began acting irrationally. He stopped speaking, he would not make any sounds as he scraped his finger nails across the bare floor of the bunker. It was with in hours the strange red and blue markings began to blend together and grow, turning into purple markings which grew quickly. . The Marine then became listless when left alone. But upon seeing another Marine or human, would launch into the most terrifying rage. The first of which resulted in the dismemberment of a half dozen Marines before the stricken Marine was subdued by being riddled with bolter fire.
The body of the stricken Marine was taken by the medical staff for an autopsy. It was then the true horror of the situation was made clear. Even though the body of the Marine was pierced by dozens of rounds, on the autopsy table it still managed to strangle one of the Med staff before being dismembered with what ever medical tools were on hand. But more horrifying was the discovery that the gene seed of the infected Marine had been corrupted by alien DNA. This was thought to be impossible. All of the implants and genetic engineering performed was thought to protect the gene seed from biological corruption, but that appears to be in error.
With in hours of the first violence, dozens of previously infected Marines went berserk, killing anyone except others who had been infected. They launched a well orchestrated attack on the camp from with in. The camp would have fallen was it not for the heroic actions of 1st Tactical backed up by Dreadnought Brother Avior. They held the ground surrounding the HQ and most of the supply and weapon bunkers, preventing the full scale slaughter of the rest of 3rd Company. Then without so much as a word, they fled.
Fully a quarter of 3rd Company was lost in the matter of an hour. Almost five squads of Marines had fled into the wastes. Losses to the remaining Marines was light, only twenty Marines and a handful of support personnel.
Over the next few hours every single person in the camp was evaluated to see if they carried the infection. The medical staff performed tirelessly and only five staff and one Marine were found to be infected. They were isolated in reinforced shipping containers under heavy guard. It was then that Captain Mara decided to abandon the camp and to bombard the planet from orbit, to hell with the research facility and to hell with his orders.
The medical reports Captain Mara in the last Thunderhawk lifted off chilled him. A previously unknown strain of Xenos infection was found in the dead Marine. While more study was needed, one aspect was certain. The infection was Tryranid. Somehow the Tryranid had adapted to infect the gene seed of Space Marines. Captain Mara sat quietly staring at the report in his hands. Questions filled his mind, none of which he had answers for, but a rage grew inside him. He would find answers to this infection, and he suspected the research facility may be the key.
All is not as it appears. (It's the day to day stuff you don't hear about.)
Captain Kian Mara sat at a table in the briefing room on board the Black Sky battle barge Errant Pride. A room that has become his office, more or less. Every available space on the ship has been packed because of the addition of nearly four hundred Marines and support crews. He gave up his room and office and moved to this set of rooms near the flight deck. It made sense really, he was the same distance from the bridge, but most of the work of the ship is done on the flight deck.
He has been wading through reports from the Chapter based on the Destroyer Arc Light. The Chapters home world Cagri was lost soon after the creation of the Chapter. Since then, they have been space borne. The reports are not good, and an unease has settled onto him. Since the losses in the Prymar sector, the Chapter has been in disarray. There has not been a clear vision or purpose for the orders being sent, at least none that Captain Mara has seen. And to make matters worse, since the loss of the many of the bravest of the Chapter, including the Chapter Master, no one has been appointed to replace them.
Reviewing status reports, ration reports, battle readiness reports, he felt a dull throb behind his eyes growing stronger with every page he turned. He is a battle tested veteran of hundreds of campaigns, and here he sits, reviewing an endless mountain of paper!
Leaning back he stares at the blank walls. It had been nearly four months since the last action. Four months of tedium, and he was not the only one feeling uneasy. His Marines had taken to playing Wokket in any large open area on the battle barge. Wokket is the name they had given the game, though truth be told it is no more than a means for the Marines to work off the boredom. The game consists of two teams and a feild. The number of players varies according to who is available, ranging from as few as six per side in a wide corridor, all the way up to six or seven dozen per side in unused parts of the hanger deck. Some object is used and goals are set up at either end of the feild. Each team then tries to get the ball into the goal. That is the extent of the rules really, other than no weapons are allowed. He heard complaints from some of the more traditional higher ranking Marines that the games should be stopped, but Captain Mara disagreed. It is better to give his Marines something to take their minds off the boredom. And aside from a few broken bones, there has yet to be any serious injures. Although he has tried to dissuade the corridor games after the battle barge itself suffered some damage. And truth be told, every day that passes, the more he is tempted to step up and play.
A knock at the door brings him out of his thoughts.
“Come in” He says picking up the reports he had been reading. A Marine named O’Malley enters with a folder, “Sir, Orders from home world.” Captain Mara motions for him to approach and the Marine hands him the red colored folder. The Marine stands at attention in front of the small document covered table while Mara opens and reviews the contents. “Thank you Marine, that will be all.” Giving the Marine a crisp salute. The Marine returns the salute and about faces and just as he reaches the door he stops. “Is there something you wanted Marine?” Mara asks. With a delay O’Malley turns and asks, “We are going back to Prymar?” Mara felt a smile begin to form. This had been a question on his mind for a while, one that the folder in his hand finally answered. He let the smile grow as he replied. “Yes we are, we leave in two days O’Malley” The troubled look on O’Malley’s face instantly was replaced with pride and determination as he gave his Captain another sharp salute. Mara returned the salute, adding “And good hunting to us all.”
“So the Commanders have finally gotten their act together” was the only thought in his mind. He could hear Sgt. O’Malley announcing the news to the Wokket players in the hanger. A cheer erupted and wild yells that brought an even wider smile to his face. He could always count on his Marines to make the best of a bad situation. But he can always count on them to be the best in battle, no matter the odds.
Almost five years ago there was a disastrous Warp Storm that claimed nearly half of the companies of Black Sky. 1st, 2nd, 5th and 10th companies disappeared in a freak Warp storm in the Prymar system that also claimed the majority of the Chapters space borne fleet. While it is always possible that his lost Brothers could return. The Warp has been known to return those it takes from time to time. The chances of this happening are not good, and it is a hope that has begun to fade. Captain Mara had been the strongest voice to return to Prymar to look for the lost Companies, and after so many years he has his opportunity.
The message states that his fleet will be joined by several squads from the 8th and 9th Companies as well as the surviving Marines from the beleaguered 4th Company.
With these orders the Night Death Company would be on the move once again. They would uncover the mystery of their missing brothers, and put an end to the whispers of a curse, of being forsaken.
Mara leaned back and picked up the communicator from the wall. “Lieutenant, prepare to be off in two days. Full weapons and crews for all vessels, pack every available space for a long mission. 8th and 9th Companies, they will be accompanying us.”
“Very good sir, I will see to it personally.” came the voice from C&C.
Captain Mara replaced the communicator and leaned back in his seat. His only thoughts were of preparations of the coming mission. The Prymar system would be a challenge to any one. Full of raiders, Ork, Eldar and countless other races all drawn to that unstable and freakishly dangerous system.
That day Captain Mara was over seeing the loading of vehicles and equipment on to Thunderhawks. While this was usually overseen by lesser officers, he wanted time away from the endless reports and paperwork his job has been taken over by. Since he had no idea who or what he would be facing, the payload of each Thunderhawk would be more or less self sufficient, just in case.
In his office he sat down. He hated this office. He hated the menial, tedious work it has come to represent. Reports dealing with every single aspect of the Companies day to day actions. He is a soldier, he shouldn’t have to wade through this daily mountain of paperwork. This, and this alone, is the reason he wanted a war to fight. When there is a good protracted war, all of this paperwork is mystically taken care of. Who takes care of it then? He knew the answer to that question, and it is the answer that annoys him almost to the point of insanity. No one takes care of it. The responsibility ends with the people filing these damned reports.
Secretly he believes that this is a motivation for Commanders to be at war constantly. It is a system to keep the Marines in battles, be they big or small, to save the Imperium or just to show the strength of the Space Marines.
Leaning back he picks up the communicator.
“Lieutenant, new orders, prep for assault in 20 hours” The voice on the other end replies, “Will do Sir, 20 hours it is.”
Replacing the communicator Captain Mara smiled. He had no clue at the moment who they were going to fight, but the files teetering on the edge of the table to his left were filled with reports of Xenos activity in the Prymar System. He would simply pick one. Be it Ork, Eldar, Tau or Bug, it didn’t matter. One of these reports was his deliverance from the mind dumbing tedium of this damned paperwork!
They will have a special love for a certain race that has become the scourge of Hobbytown as of late. I am building a list to take the fight to them and while I don’t honestly expect to win I will take as many of the fungi ridden bastards with me as possible!
Oh, did I give it away?
The plan as it stands at the moment, is to make a full Company, 10 squads, with full support like Dread’s, Land Raiders, Predators, Whirlwinds, stuff like that.
But as it stands now, I have a solid 2000 points. How many points it will be when finished who knows. But I would love to mix it up with the greenskins!
And on a final note, the tyranid codex, thanks a bunch there GW! While I seems like it won’t be as bad as expected, and there are some cool new nasties on the way, I will be paying more attention to Leviathan at some point.