Red-skull - Post mission

Jocke lör sep 21, 2013 10:46 pm

Brother Nesadrite was furious and ashamed. He had been put in charge of the kill team by the watch captain and he had failed, or at least in his eyes he had failed. The drop had gone well, much better than according to plan in fact. The plan was to land the pod at the highest point of the palace, which would have risked harming the governess, since that had turned out to be her office. Brother Carnack had been off in his steering of the drop pod by just a fraction of a degree, and thankfully that had been enough to miss the governesses office. So far so good, but then the problems had started almost right away. They had fought down the Xenos creatures infesting the main hall with little difficulties, only a few lighter wounds that had been healed quickly, but brother Joshua has refused to follow a direct order to keep watch over the north entrance. Instead he had run off towards that blasted control room, and had repeatedly failed to get it open. Not until after he had used a grenade to blow it open had it worked.

Then there were the last bastion of Imperial Guard fighting against the Rippers outside the palace. The killteam had tried to intervene, and used up many rare munitions to save the guards, but still only two had survived, and to add insult to injury, one of those two had finished off the remaining rippers. It had not even been the Astartes that finished the fight.

They had lost that brave soldier just minutes later to an ambush from a flying Tyranid. That beast had been slain, and samples from it's anatomy had been taken for analysis, but still, there was nothing to do for the dead guardsman. Such a waste of life...

The seismic charges had been mounted to the reactor and the control room successfully, and they had found the governess still alive with a sizable garrioson of imperial guard, but the woman had refused to cooperate, and Brother Nesadrite had been forced to sedate her and take her with them by force. At least the guardsmen had accepted the authority of the Adeptus Astartes and followed along quietly.

Then there was the debacle with the data that was supposed to be retrieved. Brother Joshua again, had botched the gathering of data, and nothing relevant had been brought back to the hallowed sword. He knew he should have done the data mining himself, but there had been no time.

Finally there was the catastrophe with the extraction. They had called in the thunderhawk to pick them up from the roof of the palace, but that had drawn the attention of all the xenos creatures out in the city. They still had to put the seismic charges on the landing platform in the city. Brother Carnack had jumped down from the ship with the final charge while the rest of the kill team were supposed to hold off the xenos creatures with the firepower of the thunderhawk, but that had not been sufficient. Brother Carnack had been overwhelmed, and brother Nesadrite had been forced to jump down from the thunderhawk without a jump pack to assist, but he had botched his landing, and what was supposed to be a heroic charge in the Emperors name had ended in a painful fall. Brother Carnack had handed over the seismic charge to Brother Nesadrite, and charged the large tyranid warriors attacking the platform, but despite all his battle fury he had fallen, and only intervention of the God Emperor had saved his life. His arm on the other hand, could not be saved. During the arming of the seismic charge Brother Nesadrite had been shot two times at point blank range by the tyranids strange biological cannon. He could still feel the pain. Only by the firepower of the thunderhawk, and the tyranids finally been dispatched from the platform, and held at bay long enough for the seismic charges to be planted and the kill team be extracted. Only with the narrowest of margins had they escaped the fire of the huge bio-creatures that turned up to hunt down the thunderhawk.

Now Brother Nesadrite was in the Thunders Words sickbay, something had gone horribly wrong, and the Hallowed Sword had been borded in his absence. Things are looking really grim and also that point blank shot had pierced his armour and even through his pain inhibitors he was in agony, though he felt like he deserved it. He had been in charge, and he had failed. The Data had not been retrieved, and there had been no time to take bio samples from the dead xenos at the landing platform. He deserved the pain. This could not be allowed to happen again. He would study the codex astartes tactics doctrines again and again to be able to make better tactical decisions. At least he could do that while he waited for his wounds to heal. He would also need to practice more with his swordplay. Those huge tyranid warriors had been too close a fight. Next time, he would be better prepared.

Krisdoffer sön sep 22, 2013 12:03 am

När Thunderhawk skeppet lämnade den imploderande spiran drog Opthalmitus en lättnadens suck. De hade undkommit men sättet de undkommit på lämnade en hel del att önska. Likt alla Raptors som sett över sitt första decenium av tjänst sved det i själen på honom att göra en så uppenbart synlig manöver som att flyga runt i ett skepp mitt bland fienden. Att manövern slutade utan att någon broder miste livet var enbart Kejsaren självs förtjänst...

Utöver allt som gick fel var Opthalmitus fortfarande väldigt nöjd. Huvuduppdraget hade lyckats och det var det enda som räknades. Att nått annat uppdrag misslyckats kunde han knappt bry sig mindre om. Naturligtvis var det en skam att Broder Joshua, som hade uppenbara problem med ledarskap, inte lyckats finna den informationen de sökte. Han hade i alla fall själv haft lyckan att komma över information som han hoppades att Vaktkaptenen skulle ha användning för.

Under färden mot White-skulls extraxtion betänkte han på att det Kanske var vist av Vaktkaptenen att ge rollen som ledare till Broder Nesadrite istället för till Broder Joshua med tanke på den fatala ovilja att medverka till uppdragens framgång som den mörka ängeln uppvisat under dagen.

Sen mediterade han över hur extremt oanvändbar han själv varit under dagen... Vad hade han åstadkommit egentligen? Han hade... han hade... inte gjort någonting nämnvärt alls. Hans heavy bolter hade knappt rört fienden och inför hans inre öga kunde han se hur en hord med rippers skrattade åt hans försök att träffa dem. Vid kejsarens namn han var en Raptor! Han hade blivit tilldelad Skarpskyttens utmärkelse! Hur i Kejsarens namn kunde han ha varit så dålig idag?

Efter att ha dissekerat uppdraget i beståndsdelar och betänkt alla olika möjliga taktiska manövrer han kunde komma på kom han fram till att han inte var så nöjd i alla fall.

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