Uppdrag Red Skull

"Införskaffa mig en tredimensionell planlösning av Guvernörens palats och om informationen finns, ange vad rummen användes till. Frågor på det? Utgå." Med de orden skickade Opthalmitus iväg en av sina tjänare. Han stod stilla någon sekund och kontemplerade den uppdragsbeskrivning han fått av Vaktkapten Marius bara några minuter tidigare. Ett förtäckt uppdrag i hjärtat av fiendens hord. Han skulle helst sett att de hade dagar på sig att planera en sådan attack, men nu hade de timmar och de resurser Kejsaren ger är de man har att utnyttja.

Således skred han till verket och marscherade i rask takt åt det håll han sett Broder Joshua, gruppens enda tactical marine, försvinna mot efter mötet avslutats, huruvida uppdraget skulle lyckas eller ej berodde på vad han och hans kill-team bröder gjorde nu tills de kom åter.

När han väl han ikapp den massiva mörka ängeln gick han rakt på sak. "Broder, låt oss tillsammans gå igenom de olika taktiska möjligheterna vårt uppdrag har att erbjuda samt vilken utrustning vi bör medtaga."

Joshua ögnade Optalmitus uppifrån och ner och gav honom ett svagt leende.

-Broder Otalmitus, jag är glad att ha er med på detta uppdrag. Vi kommer att behöva all eldkraft vi kan få om vi skall ha någon chans att lyckas.
Vi kommer behöva mer information om planlösningen om vi skall... jasså, du har redan bett om detta? Gott. Jag visste att du var en broder att lita på.
Jag tror att det kan vara en bra idé att kvittera ut en Missilelauncher till er, om terrängen tillåter det, men tyvärr så kommer vi nog inte ha den turen... att kunna slå ut målen från avstånd skulle säkerligen underlätta uppdraget. Nåja, vi måste vänta på mer information om målet och hur mycket resurser vi har till vårt förfogande innan vi kan ta några beslut i frågan. Ansök hos Kapten om extra requisision, jag behöver uppsöka broder Karnak och... samtala med honom...

Opthalmitus nickar betänksamt medan han lyssnar till Joshua. "Med all hast broder. Må jag föreslå att vi alla samlas i Biblioteket för Xenologi för att vidare diskutera vår attackplan. Ni tar med Border Carnak emedan jag söker leta rätt på vår Broder apotekare. Jag skall då även veta hur stor vår uthämtningsquota för uppdraget äro." Med dessa ord gör Opthalmitus hans Chapters sedvanliga honnör och beger sig iväg för att först söka upp Vaktkaptenen Marius och efter det Broder Nesadrite.

Eng:

Brother Opthalmitus enters the Observation Dome of the Hallowed Sword, this gigantic dome made of diamond panes and armoured glass adorns the strike cruisers spine, allowing an unrestricted view of the surrounding void. Engraved along its walls are Star-charts and paragraphs from the Adeptus Astartes most sacred texts. This used to be an Ultramarines vessel after all. The burning world below is clearly visible through the stained dark glass. Explosions erupting on the planets surface at irregular intervals. Through the silence of space it looks almost beautiful. Standing with his hands crossed behind his back is Watch Captain Marius Avincus, his cold eyes watching the carnage below. His perfecty polished  black power armour dimly reflecting the lights in the room. And without turning around he addressed Brother Opthalmitus, in a flat emotionless voice;

-“What can I assist you with Brother Opthalmitus..... Yes your armaments for the upcoming mission. I have told the chapter serfs in the Munitorium to assist you, take this. He hands over a scroll with a skull seal on it. It has your weapon requisition clearance for each battle brother attached to Kill-Team Red Skull”

requisition:

-“One more thing Brother Opthalmitus .The War on the planets surface has become desperate. The Tyranid bio-ships have closed the last conventional escape routes. Our reports tell us that after the fighting erupted in the main City Hive, and the Tyranid vanguard organisms had infiltrated the via-ducts and sewers. The Castobel Regiment retaliated by flooding several down-river tunnels. To slow the Xeno advance, this action was a fatal tactical mistake, because as we know the Tyranids are highly adaptive, and used the flooded tunnels for faster travel into the city. Combat rapidly escalated until the Steel legion grenadiers, who by chance were on rotation duty on Tantalus, was forced to deploy the planets orbital defence weapons of mass destruction to try and bring the fighting to a stop. The entire southern part of the city and the river that runs through it was poisoned and both the Steel legion and Castobel regiments were nearly wiped out in the process.
Both commanders blamed one another for the disaster, and it did not keep the Tyranids at bay for long. Lunar Governess Charlotta Grimes, refused to leave her subjects behind and last known communications with the Imperial Navy suggests that she has barricaded herself inside the Governance Palace. The remnants of the steel legion are heading north towards the polar -regions, who remains alive and in command is unknown…

The situation is lost and Tantalus will fall, all we can do is complete our mission. The God Emperor will have mercy on its defenders, we cannot save them at this point. We have a far older and sacrosanct duty, mandated by high and ancient authority, to maintain a watch over the Jericho reach and protect against the darkness that gathers within it and the doom that shall one day come to pass. We perform our duties in many ways, but chiefly by fighting the enemies of mankind and in carrying out our unrelenting vigil without cease or respite. We are not, in fact, part of the Crusade, nor are we bound to obey its masters or their agents before our own oath-sworn duty. Remember this well brother and do not falter in your duties to the watch.. So if you find Lunar governess Charlotta Grimes, she is to know nothing about the Deathwatch involvement in the region. She is part of the noble-born elite of Castobel, and the less they know about us the better. The fate of the main world Castobel still remains in the balance, even after the fall of this Moon. But we do not need to sow hope were their might be none. After the initial attack by the Tyranids our reports say that many of the planet’s ruling elite became lost to despair and flung themselves from the highest spire in the main Hive Cressos. This means that if we can return Charlotte Grimes to Catobel, she might prove a valuable ally of the Watch. Because their command structure must surly have gaps that she can fill. While two of Castobel’s six major hive complexes have fallen, one turned itself into an atomic funeral pyre while dying, wich robbed the enemy of its flesh. The others are holding out, however precariously, for the moment. And we are aware of their plight, and have our own plans for a possible intervention. But it has to be cleared with Watch Fortress Jericho first. Our main target today is to retrieve that data-core at all costs. After that is done lets prey to the god Emperor that Watch Commander Mordigael and the Chamber of Vigilance gives us permission to intervene on Castobel, before that world suffers the same fate as Tantalus”.  

Watch captain Avincus pauses for a short moment before continuing.

-“ May the God Emperor protect you Brother Opthalmitus…”

With that he turns back towards the dome and silently stands watching as another world gets destroyed by the hated Tyranids right before his eyes. His jaws clenched and his soul burning with a hatred that will never be extinguished…  

*jag kör också på engelska denna gång tror jag...*


After the mission briefing, Brother Nesadrite started his usual routine of exercise and gear polishing. Even though all gear aboard the Hallowed Sword is meticulously taken care of by servants of the mechanicum, an Adeptus Astartes shall always double check his gear himself. The hand flamer he had requisitioned turned out to have a small chunk of charred crystallized prometheum in its left nozzle. This would have caused the flame cone to sputter and would make it inaccurate. Not a fatal flaw for a weapon designed for close quarters, but a flaw none the less. He would have to find the guilty servant and correct him later, but for now, a few scrapes with the combat knife would fix the problem.

The Chainsword was well oiled and spun with a smooth purr. It was one of the older more silent models and that was good. No use making more noise than needed. Both weapons would Help out greatly when fighting hordes of xenos creatures up close. The Chainsword would be handy against the larger breeds of xenos too, though it would be preferable to have Brother Opthalmitus Shoot it from afar. The power armour of an Adeptus Astartes would fend off any number of attacks from the lesser xenos, but the larger ones had tremendous strength and it would be a waste to risk the health of a warrior of the empire in close quarters if a salvo from a heavy bolter would do the trick faster and more efficiently.

Some grenades would round out the selection of weapons nicely. He would have to requisition some of those too...

As all Adeptus Astartes, brother Nesadrite is an example of near godlike physical perfection, but all Astartes have a duty to the God Emperor to train daily and keep fit. Extra hours in the practice cages to refine his swordplay would be extra important now before such an important mission.

As final preparation Brother Nesadrite loaded up his narthecium with fresh sample vials for sample gathering on Tantalus. Even trace amounts of tyranid flesh could be used to craft venoms effective against them, and could help find other weaknesses of the swarm. He had no illusions that the Space Marines would be victorious just by virtue of being honorable and right. Any little edge that could be used against the enemy would be vital for the future. Now he was ready for action, and with hours to spare. He was about to go back to the practice cages for another bout of sparring when Brother Opthalmitus turned up in the Apothecarium...

-Greetings Brother. Are you here to discuss the mission? We should all get together for a final squad briefing before we leave. I take it Brother Joshua will take the lead on this one? Where is he by the way?

OOC: Engelska it is then

"By your command Captain. We will not let this planets sacrifice be in vain, what damage we cause the hated Xenos today will echo and ripple into the future when we finally rid the universe of their existence." With those solemn words Opthalmitus left the watch captain to his thoughts.

wasting not a moment he then sought out Nesadrite in the Apothecarys chambers. "Hail Brother, you are indeed correct. I have asked that Brother Joshua and Brother Carnak join us in the library of Xenosstudy so that we may jointly discus our tactical options. But pray indulge me in my inquiries as we make our way there my Brother." Opthalmitus said as he was greeted by Nesadrite. "Naturally I agree with you that Brother Joshua should command the team seeing as he is an excellent tactician. Now Brother please walk with me."

Striding side by side towards the library with Nesadrite, Opthalmitus said "I have spoken to the watch captain and he would like to have the governor of the planet rescued, yet remaining unaware of our interference, might you know of a drug which would allow us to place her in a comatose state. That way perchance we can succeed in that endeavor. And do excuse me if your find my thoughts on the matter less than adequate I fear it is not my area of expertise."

4 Hours prior to drop


The sound of metal smashing against metal echoed throughout the sparring area on one of the lower decks of the Hallowed Sword. Alessio took a piece of cloth and dabbed his sweaty forehead. In front of him laid the remains of a broken sparring servitor, this was the seventh one he’d destroyed so far.
Servitors were easy to produce but one of these days an adept or even the watch captain himself might come find him and tell him to be more mindful when using the sparring area.
He liked it down here, only the humming sound of the Swords plasma core could be heard.
There were rarely any other people down here, that was the way he liked it.
Indeed he was grateful to have his brothers but his behaviour made them at the best uneasy.
It was the flaw that he carried with his geneseed, the craving to spill the enemy’s blood as well as the madness that lurked in the dark corners of his mind. If war wouldn’t claim his life then so would the black rage, he would end as a murderous maniac and be put in the chapters death company unless they deemed him to dangerous and end his life. He didn’t even fight it anymore, the more he fought it the faster it would claim him. The periods between missions he did what he could to keep himself focused, sparring, marksman training and maintenance. It was only thanks to the dreamless state provided by the catalepsean node that he got any sleep at all.
The vox crackled and a mechanical voice announced that all combat personnel were to gear up and report to the launch bay.
He left the sparring ring for a couple of serfs to clean up the mess.
His armour was jet black with the left arm and shoulder guard silver. Despite all the maintenance it still wore the scars from previous battles, he’d been close to death more times than he’d confess.
A couple of armoury servitors came to his aid and within thirty minutes he was fully encased in power armour. He revved the newly oiled chain axe only to hear the satisfying roaring sound it made, he couldn’t wait for its teeth to bite into the flesh and bone of his enemies. He tapped the deactivation rune and left the sparring hall.

-Ordo Xenos Data Vault
-Chamber Militant: The Death Watch
-Astartes Personnel
-Brother Alessio "Fleshrender" Carnak
-Mission History

-Extract from vox recorder aboard Flesh Tearer drop pod
Target: Classified
801.M41

+The thundering sound of the shaking drop pod as it burns through orbit+
-"We have reached CLASSIFIED stratosphere. By the emperor, the sky is filled with xenos flyer forms. Brace yourselves for evasive manoeuvres brothers!"
+The shaking increases and the drop pods outer hull is hit by lesser flyer forms+
-"Carnak, your pulse rate is increasing. Calm yourself down brother!"
-"Activating retro-thrusters."
+The retro-thrusters kick in with a mighty roar and the drop pod is slowly decreasing in speed+
-"Touchdown in ten seconds, may the emperor watch over all of us!"
+Biometric readings shows that Brother Alessio Carnaks pulse rate is reaching critical levels+
-"Brother, sheath your weapon immediately!"
-"Five"
+The whining sound of an activated chain axe fills the drop pod+
-"Touchdown!"
+Assault ramps blast open, the drop pods built-in weapons provides covering fire+
+The recorder is momentarily overwhelmed by the sound of a jump pack being fired up before fading away+
+All astartes personnel disembarks the drop pod under controlled bursts of bolter fire+