Swamps of M’boto part II
Master Balthasar saw the blue-skinned xenos as soon as he crested the knoll, passing close to the copse of trees, with two squads to his left, and another working its way through to his right, his squad screened the Devastators of Sergeant Simuels 9th squad who would set up on the top of the knoll after Balthasar’s command group had cleared it. Balthasar boomed out the Dark Angels battle cry “REPENT, FOR TOMORROW YOU DIE” He swung his relic blade into his left hand, hoisting the massive Combi weapon one-handed he fired a bolter into the squad of xenos blocking the road beneath, as a large, fast-moving hovercraft blasted down the shoulder towards the Chaplain’s attack.
“Bring down that ship!” Balthasar cried, even as Simuel’s Missile Launchers and Plasma Cannons barked several shots, smashing the sturdy craft to the ground, where it began to burn even as the survivors of the squad within tried to crawl free, into the bolter fire of the rest of the devastator squad. The tactical squads to Balthasar’s left also raked the wreckage, keeping the survivors from rallying under their cruel scourging fire. Balthasar’s attention was jerked to his right as a shell struck his shoulder pad. Across the road at some distance las-fire flickered from a position that was held by humans.
“Matthias, the hunt is on, your quarry is across the road on the far hill, call for support when you have closed in” Balthasar tongued the stud switching to his command frequency. “Brother Librarian, Sergeant Matthias is closing on the enemy. I believe the signal you seek is near him”
“Very well Master Balthasar, we stand ready to drop on his signal. For the Lion” came the reply of Brother Librarian Herod. The Iron Armor of the 3rd squad crashed out of the trees at last, at point blank range to the defenders currently firing at Balthasar’s group. Other positions across the road had engaged the squad’s to Balthasar’s left and the Devastators were engaged with vehicles trying to force the road before the Chaplain could break through. The clumsy, heavy armor of the 5th squad shrugged off the surprised, desultory fire of the defenders of the road, and the staccato bursts of their bolters sent the survivors of the attack fleeing. Balthasar ran forward, leaping the barricade “Fifth, secure the barricade and aid 1st and 3rd. Matthias are you in position?”
“We are, bring in the reinforcements”
Even before Balthasar could speak the booming chime of a teleporter announced the arrival of the Deathwing. 11 suits of Terminator armor, in the midst of the traitorous humans pinned under the heavy weapons of Matthias fast-moving speeders. Lasgun and Bolter fire smacked into the terminators, not even slowing them as they opened a lethal close range fire, silencing nearly all resistance.
“The xenos are breaking!” Called Eleazer, at the left of the line.
“Judah, harry them and destroy them”
“As the Emperor wills!” called Eleazer, even as the jet packs launched them into a headlong pursuit. Balthasar raced up the hill as the Speeders orbited at a safe distance. The Devastators had chased off the xenos vehicles, one of which was burning, and smoke indicated other damage to the ones that limped away. The bone-white terminators were in a ring around a small, sunken bunker. One of them, armor picked out in blue, called out as Balthasar approached.
“He’s in there. I can feel him.” His powerful fist clenched on the staff he carried. Balthasar looked around him. “Purify the battlefield” he directed his squad “Herod and I will attend to this”
Herod hefted his staff and Balthasar blasted the door with the Combi-Weapon’s plasma gun, then stepped back as the bulky terminator-armored Librarian rushed the door, allowing him to heft his relic blade and race in on the Librarian’s heels. A robed figure in simple armor faced them.
“You have forsaken us, and that word.”
“You have forsaken the Imperial Truth, and all the Emperor stands foAAHHHHH” he cried, as a halo of pink and purple danced around the Chaplain’s hood. As the figure started to buckle; Balthasar leapt forward securing the prisoner. The librarian was speaking with the ship on another channel. Balthasar hefted the prisoner to his feet the Librarian reached out a hand, grabbing the prisoner roughly. “Begin the withdrawal, we have what we came for, our campaign is over”
“It is indeed. Chaplain Maccabeus, send our transports to grid 10371138. Have the apothecaries see to the wounded, and the fallen. Inform the guard we are required elsewhere, the battle barge will be withdrawing us soon.”