Just show your uniforms
This area had seen heavy fighting during the Ork invasion. Not a single building within sight had been left intact. Most of them had half the walls missing. Molten support beams showed where plasma or melta weapons had impacted. Rubble and debris littered the streets.
Some buildings were partially boarded up. Signs of the lasts inhabitants to make a refuge.
Now, most of those people had left. After ‘lord’ Kenzog had taken this sector a couple years ago, it turned mostly into one large hideout for thieves, murderers and worse.
But Kenzog had died two months ago and his gang was broken up into many different factions when his champions couldn’t agree on who would be in charge now.
The Lord Commander of the Valancian Guard had seen this as an opportunity to seize back this sector and bring it back under the Government’s control.
Lieutenant Ramirez just wished he had given him more men. “There are hardly any gangers left in sector Verena. When they see the uniforms of the Valencian Guard, those left behind will quickly run.” He knelt behind a window as large caliber shells impacted around him.
The unmistakable roar of stub cannons screaming ‘House Goliath’ as much as their hulking frames or hairstyle.
“Acosta, come in. How is the left flank holding, over.” He methodically slid a couple shells into his shotgun. His motions practised by years of experience, both on the field as in training. Static softly rushed in his earpiece before the voice of one of the sergeants under his command broke it. “We’ve met heavy resistance trying to go around them. Recruit Ibanna is downed. We are slowly backing up to your position, over.”
Ramirez grinned. His superiors would berate him for letting a sergeant make such orders without asking him. But he and Acosta had served together for over a decade. When Acosta said he had to fall back, he hád to fall back.
Raising himself enough to get a view over the low wall he was crouched behind, he pumped out a few shells. He made the big man duck back around a corner but wasn’t able to hit him.
“Looks like I’ll have to get closer” He thought to himself as he ducked back from the return fire. Slinging his shotgun over his shoulder, he hand signalled the private next to him, Olmo. As one the pair of them broke cover and advanced down the little square. Taking cover behind some barricades Olmo opened fire down the street. All around them las-fire snapped and stub cannons roared. Olmo kept the big man hiding behind the corner pinned as well as possible. Drawing his heirloom sword Ramirez advanced. But the huge man was not to be kept down, he peeked the corner and managed to take a shot at Ramirez. It impacted with a loud thud against his armour.
Ramirez was driven to a knee, but kept his footing. That was gonna leave a nasty bruise.
Raising his plasma pistol he fired a bolt of superheated plasma, but again the building saved this lucky fool from harm.Getting up he charged forward. His first stroke took the gun from the man’s hands. Ramirez was a tall man, but this Goliath still towered half a head over him.
He dodged the man’s clumsy return blow that would certainly have knocked him out had it connected. Bringing his sword around he stabbed the man through the chest, right next to the thick furnace plates he was wearing to protect his belly.
With a grunt the man fell on his face. Ramirez hardly had time to watch his opponent fall though, as another brute came charing him. Clobbering him with something that can only be described as a giant meat-cleaver and using his stub gun much like a mallet.
He parried the mans powerful blows. His long hours spent in the training hall mastering the sword paying off, as often they had. Ducking under a blow, he brought his pistol up and shot the brute point-blank in the chest. Not even furnace armour can withstand the raw power of a plasma discharge. This guy was out cold and would probably never be quite the same Ramirez thought as he looked at the man now on his back, smoke rising from his chest. Of his armour there was little left.
Behind him he heard the unmistakable ‘Thuuump’ of Vasquez’ grenade launcher followed by several explosions.
“Left flank secured.” Vasquez wasn’t known for being talkative, but the man sure knew how to use a grenade launcher.
“Copy that” Ramirez replied.
As he pressed forward, Goliaths could be seen retreating further into the sector.
“They’ll run when they see the uniforms…” He muttered under his breath.
Het was nog vroeg in de ochtend toen sergeant Busto begon aan zijn wacht samen met de mannen waarmee hij tot voor kort op gelijke voet stond maar nu werd verwacht leiding aan te geven.
Sergeant Busto schreef het toe aan de nieuwe rang die hij vandaag voor het eerst in de praktijk toepassing gaf. Hij hoopte dan ook dat het gekke onderbuik gevoel de komende dagen zou verdwijnen. Het duurde echter niet lang voordat sergeant Busto hier op terug moest komen. Vanuit zijn ooghoek zag hij in de schaduwen lompe vormen bewegen.
Voordat sergeant Busto het wist stond hij oog in oog met een grote lompe bruut die een bijl behendig in sergeant Busto zijn nek wist te plaatsen. De laatste gedachten van sergeant Busto was “deze bruut kan toch niet het laatste zijn dan dat ik zie… ”
Thick skull voelde zich vandaag uitzonderlijk alert, het slopen van de munitie opslag van het Valencian 51st Regiment zou vandaag een leuke oefening worden voor Roach Posse.
Het duurde niet lang voordat de opslag in zicht was en het teken voor de aanval werd gegeven. Nou ja gegeven…. Het Valencian 51st Regiment had ze sneller ontdekt als gehoopt dus was er niks anders te doen als er vol in gaan.
Thick skull zag een kleine man met veel te veel lagen pantser om zich heen, “dat moet toch niet prettig zijn om in te lopen”, dacht Thick skull terwijl hij de charge maakte. In de charge zijn axe de lucht in bracht om deze met een goed gemikte klap te laten landen in de nek van zijn doelwit.
Snel hierna hoorde Thick skull het geruststellende geluid van granaatwerpers en stubb cannons om zich heen. Toch werd hij verrast door de loop van een lasgun. Het schot dat volgde kon dan ook niet missen en deed hem gaan liggen tegen wil en dank.
Kort hierna kwamen de versterkingen voor het Valencian 51st Regiment aan. De situatie werd kort ingeschat en de munitie opslag werd als verloren beschouwd. Het Valencian 51st Regiment koos er voor tactisch terug te trekken.