Post by Ranger Dude on Dec 26, 2005 8:36:37 GMT -5
Fafnir to the Rescue
Sergeant Raylin watched the approaching enemy tanks carefully. He did not wish to give away the position of his squad. He knew he would have to hold those tanks until the reinforcements arrived. He and his squad had left the DZ before it had been fully secured, and it was his job to give them the time to secure it. Counting the tanks, and watching the troops that were running along beside them, Raylin knew he was going to need help. The only problem was that there was a declared radio silence, so he couldn’t call for any. He just hoped he could think of something quick, and survive until the backup he knew was coming could arrive.
He had picked a good spot. His men had high ground from which to shoot down upon the enemy, and the terrain in front of the hill was too rough for a tank to pass through. They were on the highest point around. Unfortunately, it wasn’t that high. Nothing was around here. He muttered something about accursed flatlands before turning to his squad and giving the signal to get ready. He then turned back to watching the enemy as his squad prepared their rifles. They had left behind the heavy bolter for this job. Too much noise. He and his men had been instructed to “be discreet.” Yeah right. Not against this many. He just had to hope that they could keep their position secret for as long as possible.
The enemy was finally in range, albeit long, but reachable. With a prayer to the Emperor, he gave the signal, and his men opened fire. The quiet “pfft, pfft, pfft” would never be heard so far away. Watching through his range finder, he saw troops fall everywhere. No identifiable pattern. Sewing confusion. His men picked their targets well. He even saw tank commanders falling from their perches atop their vehicles.
Never the less, it wasn’t long before the enemy figured out what was going on. Troops started rushing towards the scouts’ position, many of them falling, but not enough. They were firing wildly as they came. The tanks were firing as well, while try to move to better firing positions. Raylin’s men just kept firing, calm and collected…except one. Kyle seemed to be a little hyper. His shots were still good, and he was firing faster than the rest, but Raylin could see the rage in his eyes. He knew the thirst was coming.
Raylin turned back just in time to see a guardsman jump over the last obstacle between them and charge. Raylin shot him at point blank range, the enemy’s head exploding in a read mist. But right behind him were many more. The rifles were useless now, and his men knew it. They threw them aside; drawing their combat knives and attacking the enemy all around them now. They were everywhere. Raylin knew that eventually, he and his men would be taken down by sheer weight of numbers, but he fought on hoping to buy enough time for his brothers back at the DZ. The reinforcements should be arriving by now, and that meant help should be on its way.
Killing the man in front of him with a shot to the chest, Raylin looked around quickly to assess the situation. Most of his squad was down. He and Kyle were the only ones still standing, and Kyle was truly frothing with the thirst. Two other squad members were still firing as best they could from the ground, but that wouldn’t last long. This was not going well.
All of a sudden, he heard a scream form the enemy. “What the hell is that,” was the first coherent yell he heard from a backpedaling guardsman. He shot the man in the chest before turning to see a huge cloud of smoke with flames coming out of it. Something was moving in there, and he thought he saw big teeth and eyes as well. That made him real nervous until he saw the fleur de lis. Help had arrived.
As he thought this, the immolator drove out of the smoke, a gout of flame erupting from the turret to engulf a dozen or so of the enemy. The thing was frightening to behold. Green scales all over, a big gaping maw with blood dripping from steel teeth. For a moment, Raylin was not sure help actually had arrived, and then a female voice came over the comm.
“Mind if we play too?”
He recognized that voice. The Cannonessa of the Black Sister’s of the Lotus had been introduced to him before the drop was even fully planned. The DZ was secure, and the reinforcement had touched down.
As these thoughts ran through his head, he spotted Shaitan Flying overhead, leading the Shadow Company into the fray. All around were Brothers and Sisters, fighting off the enemy. This battle was won. The enemy didn’t stand a chance. Now if only the rest of the campaign against this renegade governor would be so easy.
Sergeant Raylin watched the approaching enemy tanks carefully. He did not wish to give away the position of his squad. He knew he would have to hold those tanks until the reinforcements arrived. He and his squad had left the DZ before it had been fully secured, and it was his job to give them the time to secure it. Counting the tanks, and watching the troops that were running along beside them, Raylin knew he was going to need help. The only problem was that there was a declared radio silence, so he couldn’t call for any. He just hoped he could think of something quick, and survive until the backup he knew was coming could arrive.
He had picked a good spot. His men had high ground from which to shoot down upon the enemy, and the terrain in front of the hill was too rough for a tank to pass through. They were on the highest point around. Unfortunately, it wasn’t that high. Nothing was around here. He muttered something about accursed flatlands before turning to his squad and giving the signal to get ready. He then turned back to watching the enemy as his squad prepared their rifles. They had left behind the heavy bolter for this job. Too much noise. He and his men had been instructed to “be discreet.” Yeah right. Not against this many. He just had to hope that they could keep their position secret for as long as possible.
The enemy was finally in range, albeit long, but reachable. With a prayer to the Emperor, he gave the signal, and his men opened fire. The quiet “pfft, pfft, pfft” would never be heard so far away. Watching through his range finder, he saw troops fall everywhere. No identifiable pattern. Sewing confusion. His men picked their targets well. He even saw tank commanders falling from their perches atop their vehicles.
Never the less, it wasn’t long before the enemy figured out what was going on. Troops started rushing towards the scouts’ position, many of them falling, but not enough. They were firing wildly as they came. The tanks were firing as well, while try to move to better firing positions. Raylin’s men just kept firing, calm and collected…except one. Kyle seemed to be a little hyper. His shots were still good, and he was firing faster than the rest, but Raylin could see the rage in his eyes. He knew the thirst was coming.
Raylin turned back just in time to see a guardsman jump over the last obstacle between them and charge. Raylin shot him at point blank range, the enemy’s head exploding in a read mist. But right behind him were many more. The rifles were useless now, and his men knew it. They threw them aside; drawing their combat knives and attacking the enemy all around them now. They were everywhere. Raylin knew that eventually, he and his men would be taken down by sheer weight of numbers, but he fought on hoping to buy enough time for his brothers back at the DZ. The reinforcements should be arriving by now, and that meant help should be on its way.
Killing the man in front of him with a shot to the chest, Raylin looked around quickly to assess the situation. Most of his squad was down. He and Kyle were the only ones still standing, and Kyle was truly frothing with the thirst. Two other squad members were still firing as best they could from the ground, but that wouldn’t last long. This was not going well.
All of a sudden, he heard a scream form the enemy. “What the hell is that,” was the first coherent yell he heard from a backpedaling guardsman. He shot the man in the chest before turning to see a huge cloud of smoke with flames coming out of it. Something was moving in there, and he thought he saw big teeth and eyes as well. That made him real nervous until he saw the fleur de lis. Help had arrived.
As he thought this, the immolator drove out of the smoke, a gout of flame erupting from the turret to engulf a dozen or so of the enemy. The thing was frightening to behold. Green scales all over, a big gaping maw with blood dripping from steel teeth. For a moment, Raylin was not sure help actually had arrived, and then a female voice came over the comm.
“Mind if we play too?”
He recognized that voice. The Cannonessa of the Black Sister’s of the Lotus had been introduced to him before the drop was even fully planned. The DZ was secure, and the reinforcement had touched down.
As these thoughts ran through his head, he spotted Shaitan Flying overhead, leading the Shadow Company into the fray. All around were Brothers and Sisters, fighting off the enemy. This battle was won. The enemy didn’t stand a chance. Now if only the rest of the campaign against this renegade governor would be so easy.