Beneath the Surface of War (Fluff)
The bulk of the Planetary Defense Force retreated to the Southern Farm Grid and established a false sense of security to what was left of the populace. By the third week of the rebel's assault on the Eastern Farm Grid, they have blockaded the main arteries toward Tower One. Without supplies coming in from the countryside and with only one operational allied Farm Grid, Tower One - Laya Secundus's seat of power - will eventually fall to the rebels.
Unexpectedly, what was once ignored as small cells of insurgents grew to implausible numbers. Even bolstered by the traitorous regiment of the Fespal Third, a province-wide devastation of this scale was not possible. Assaults have been reported to come from almost all the border grids of Oakwood as the PDF's numbers dwindle to a couple of squads strength.
Still hoping for the light of the Emperor, the remaining forces of the local militia fortified their positions for a final stand to defend Tower One... and perhaps, the whole Makat Subsector.
*****
"Yes, Interrogator-Chaplain," Azariel said, nodding his assent to the cloaked warrior. "Our Battle-Brothers have been fully briefed of the objective."
The hooded visage of a skull turned to face the battlefield, the sound of war echoing in the distance. "Very well, Brother Azariel. Once the objective is captured, we are to leave immediately for Caliban. Their war is not ours to undertake." He waved his crozius arcanum to dismiss the Space Marine.
The Reclusiarch knew full well that the planet needed immediate military reinforcements. Nevertheless, a Deathwing brethren knew that, above all, to hunt the Fallen was the only way for utter absolution. Such was the fate of the Unforgiven.
*****
"Grid 45-Alpha, secured," Trooper Reinthold reported, adjusting the comm array. "Sentinel Squad on area patrol and ready for next sortie."
Amidst fits of static bursts, a seething voice replied from the other end of the comm lines. "Hold yar posssition, ssoldier, an wait for ma men'sss advance." Then, there was a bizarre gibberish followed by a long wheezing sound. "Give em cover fire an sssee that they fulfill thee will ov thee true godsss! Chaosss!!!"
The transmition abruptly ended but as if instict, itself, has commanded him, Trooper Reinthold opened another channel to the patrol vox cast.
"Fespal Third, clear a path for the cult brethren!"
Unexpectedly, what was once ignored as small cells of insurgents grew to implausible numbers. Even bolstered by the traitorous regiment of the Fespal Third, a province-wide devastation of this scale was not possible. Assaults have been reported to come from almost all the border grids of Oakwood as the PDF's numbers dwindle to a couple of squads strength.
Still hoping for the light of the Emperor, the remaining forces of the local militia fortified their positions for a final stand to defend Tower One... and perhaps, the whole Makat Subsector.
*****
"Yes, Interrogator-Chaplain," Azariel said, nodding his assent to the cloaked warrior. "Our Battle-Brothers have been fully briefed of the objective."
The hooded visage of a skull turned to face the battlefield, the sound of war echoing in the distance. "Very well, Brother Azariel. Once the objective is captured, we are to leave immediately for Caliban. Their war is not ours to undertake." He waved his crozius arcanum to dismiss the Space Marine.
The Reclusiarch knew full well that the planet needed immediate military reinforcements. Nevertheless, a Deathwing brethren knew that, above all, to hunt the Fallen was the only way for utter absolution. Such was the fate of the Unforgiven.
*****
"Grid 45-Alpha, secured," Trooper Reinthold reported, adjusting the comm array. "Sentinel Squad on area patrol and ready for next sortie."
Amidst fits of static bursts, a seething voice replied from the other end of the comm lines. "Hold yar posssition, ssoldier, an wait for ma men'sss advance." Then, there was a bizarre gibberish followed by a long wheezing sound. "Give em cover fire an sssee that they fulfill thee will ov thee true godsss! Chaosss!!!"
The transmition abruptly ended but as if instict, itself, has commanded him, Trooper Reinthold opened another channel to the patrol vox cast.
"Fespal Third, clear a path for the cult brethren!"
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