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    K̘̮͓̠̆͗i̯̦͕̜ͨ͛̓̀ͤ̃̎l͎͇̏͊l̛
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    ̗̘̺̓ͮͣM͂ͬ͝A͕̯ͩͦ͠K̝̻̣̬̳̯͇͊ͧ̈̿̾̔͠E̵̟̪̮̒ ̩̾ͣͭ͋̊͑T͔̟̱̿̅H̴Ḛ̻̗̯̪̓̂̍̏͗M̫͍̤̍̎ͣ̉̚ ̪͔͈͐̎S̵̋ͣ̎ͨͧͭ̈ͅU̵̗̜͍ͣ̾̍̇F̮̮̦͈̰̹F̸̙̜̘̬̩̰ͧ̏E̒͊̏̋ͨͮ͗R ̛̝̪͙̱ͥ̀ͨ͛ ͝Ạ̟̲̦ͤ͌͊ͩ̑S̰͍̣̥̹̩̥͊̓ͮͬ̈́̚ ͖͑̋̔̉ͩI̡̹̫ͅͅ ̮̒̒̓̐ͮͫH̘͕̖̫͐ͭA̱̎̑̽ͬͮV̲̙̅̾͞Ȇ͔͖̱̺͔̦ͮ͑͆ͫ̚
    +No! stand down!+
    "I thought for sure they had us!" Her moderati crowed as she re-calibrated the forward shields.
    V̖̮̭̟̲ͬ̽ͮͪ̿E̴̱̣̮̣̼͓ͭ̆̚N̄͏͉͚͍̬G̿̑͏̺̗̪̻͚͖E͕͕̐ͅÂ͔ͤN͆ ̮̗̮̟̘̈́͐̀C̳̳͈͆ͫĖ̳̏͂ ̸̬͍͓̥̱̤͙́ͧ͂ͭ̽W̶̙̟̰͇̉̅͗Ȋ̔͋ͬ͑̎͏͎̠Ĺ̑͂L͕ ̛͚̺̼̣͕̝̹̍ͥB̶̘͉̅ͫ̒̅̎̚E̩̘̙̙͍̪͙̓̓͛̈́̐͛̇͝ ̗̞M̯̰̬̤ͬ̎̿̊ͤI͒͆̊ͦ̍N̟̬̖͖͋̏͆̐ͪ̈́E͓͉͙̥̍ͨ̍̈́̈́ͤ̑͢
    +Enough!+
    "Princeps?" the sensori turned in her seat, and almost recoiled at Hange's rictus locked face.
    S̲̈́̉͠ͅEͭ̒̈́̊̚͟Ř̟̎͆ͤ̍ͅV̸̖̽͗ͦ̄ͮ͋E̬͔̿͐͘ ̜̥̳̮̀̍̃͂̚M̳̻̭̖̤͚̗̎͋̑̉̔̾E̩̗͔̗̤̰͍ͫ̄̃.̪̩̠̝ͮ̂ͣͯ̿ͮ ̟̹͇̭̩͚͊ͬ̈́K̞̮͙͔̞̓I̢͉̞̮L̠ͩͩ̒L̙̜ͤ̉͆͜ ̨͇̪̤̠̙͈̯̄̆̿͑͗T̞͈͈̙ͪ͗̇͆ͧ̿Ȟ͈͍͍͓̞ͯͯ̽̅͜Ẹ̵̭̳̦͗͐ͬ͑̌͌ͬM ͈͍̝͔̳͕̻̉̉͊̍ͨͮ ̬͇ͣ̋F̬͎̹̄́Ǒ͕̥͒ͪ͊̋͠R̫̖̟͎̻̮̞ͯ̆̌ ̲͖̲̜̟̺́̓͘M̎ͯ̇̆͜E͔̺̣͍͙͖̾
    +I am in charge! You serve me!+ Hange relaxed her muscles, releasing her hands from the arms of her throne as she reasserted control over the MIU. The howling anger receded, replaced with the dull aches and pains of her injured titan. She knew Sicut Sanguis Rosa would now shunt those feelings to her exclusively, its malicious spirit sulking deep in the link.

    "Sensori. . .do we have a lock on the retreating titans?"

    "Negative Princeps. That last salvo did some serious damage to the upper carapace sensor spine. With voids down, we could get better than visual and the limb spines."

    "We should pursue." Her moderati offered as she tightened up the coherence of the forward shields. "Support the Skitarii and the Vostroyans. With a solid push we can break the centre of the entire front."

    She shook her head. "We are in no damn position to pursue such a break through. We have nothing behind us to support such a thrust. However, bring us forwards at quarter speed, and get me appraisals from our forces on the ground. We have irons in the fire, and I want updates from them all."

    There was an affirmative chorus from her crew, and Zoerrin sunk back into her throne. She felt the shakes as her hormone levels balanced travel through her arms, and the sweat bead on her back. It had been a bitter fight in more ways than one.

    Sicut Sanguis Rosa stomped towards the damaged crawlers, gun limbs steady.

    +++++

    Hector Rho ran forwards, bellowing in binharic. Shells landed around him, star bright, and he was showered in grit and bodyparts. A chunk of shrapnel like a thrown spear carved through his left side, tearing a bloody wound that chem injectors and auto-medicae units struggled to contain. He thumped to the floor, and his bodyguard unit slammed shields around him as he staggered back to his feet. He knew many of his fellow skitarii were not so blessed, and would be paying in blood and oil for this victory. This did not anger him, but he felt deep resentment against the enemy commander, who was spending his men callously to chase an impossible victory and propagate his vile heresy.

    +The artillery has stopped+

    Rho paused at the comment from one of his bodyguards. His left hand clamped over his wound, he reached out to the tacticae net.

    +Not quite. It seems someone has killed their artillery command They are still calling in shots from the crawlers. But Skitarii here are disconnected from the batteries+

    He reached out to a few squads of dragoons, and ordered them to move forwards and identify the position of the local batteries. Even if they did not push further forwards than this, harassing and potentially killing the rear area batteries would be a major strategic victory to add to the kill-pennants collected today. The surviving Sydonian dragoons and Ballistarii swept forwards as he began the process of marshalling his tattered and disorganised forces, reforming his battleline into a defense-in-depth formation. He passed local command of several squads to House Calyx, to use in their efforts to dig out a few stubborn stragglers hidden in the quarries behind him.

    As he did so, another pair of long legged hunters swept over his position. His men sent prayers after the lean warhounds as they powered past, hunting for one of the titans that got away.

    +++++

    +Lenz, do you have it?+

    Lenz ignored the younger princeps for the moment, focusing on spoor and feed. The damn warhound had slipped away and dropped engine emissions to just tick-over. She knew from her own experience that a good warhound princeps would wait like that for days for the threat to pass, and they were in no-mans land now. In the distance, on the highway and already well past effective weapon range, the other surviving warhound and reaver retreated. Neither seemed eager to push back into the fight.

    +Seismograph reading on that Reaver?+

    Her sensori's response was crisp. Hange may have a valid claim to the best drilled crew, but Lenz wouldn't trade away her sensori, Kaldon, for even a princepture on a warlord. She'd be taking her with her when she climbed the ranks.

    +Showing 738 tonnes approx on the Reaver, maybe a little heavier. He's gotta be empty+

    +I agree.+ Lenz smiled. That explained the sudden retreat. No Reaver Princeps would actually run completely empty before withdrawing if they could, just because of snap ambushes. But the push through the first defensive line had clearly drained its bins, and a lack of a clean, quick kill on Hange and Rosa meant that its retreat had less to do with fear and more to do with simple logistics.

    +That warhound is battle-ready though. We should be cautious.+

    Lenz looked over the data as she brought her own engine to a creaking halt, letting the reactor breath in the acid rain as Historia pulled up nearby, her machine similarly creaking.

    +Don't bet on it. Look at that carapace scarring. He's damaged and hot. Might be a cracked reactor shield. Fixable and non-lethal, but if he stuck it out. . .+

    She let that hang as she punched a command into her throne. The carapace shuddered as the auto-reliquary fired, and a pair of servo skulls launched into the air and then began to drift away from the hull. Furvus Maria followed suit, and the two engines started to build a better picture of the battlefield.

    +Ore refining+ Lenz grimaced +Plenty of spoil and metal to hide amongst+

    +Lenz, I'll take point.+

    +Brave. Alright, its all yours+

    The two crept forwards. Historia was a good princeps, and had improved immeasurably during this exile. She had turned from a raw, talented pilot to a skilled predator. She easily navigated the spoil slopes, nosing into cavernous abandoned smelter plants, checking each building that could hide a warhound with diligence.

    +MADAM PRINCEPS, WE REQUEST PERMISSION TO TRAVERSE ON COURSE APPENDED+

    Lenz focused her attention on a ragged looking band of Dragoons moving up on her far right. She squirted a simple confirmation, and a warning about the lurking engine. Rho's skitarii had been torn to bits in the vicious quarry fight and baiting two warhounds out of position. She knew many victories were won by their blood, and she recognised it every time. This battle had been no different.

    +I think I've got something+

    It was barely a whisper on the MIU. Lenz refocused on Historia's machine. It was continuing its sweep, but it blurted a tight code packet over direct las-line. She parsed it, a sniff of a coded transmission, the sub-sonic rumble of a breathing plasma reactor, and directed it to her left weapon limb. The servitor brain chuckled and warmed up the plasma blast gun as she swept round to the left.

    +I don't see anything,+ she canted loud and clear. +We should turn back.+

    +Turn back then.+ Historia's machine paused mid sweep. +More glory for me+

    +It got away.+ She canted again. +I'm going to turn back.+

    She swung her machine round as Historia peeled away in a different direction. Lenz counted the seconds. She almost casually, part of her swinging stride, swung out the plasma blast gun and fired.

    The hail of bolts tore through the cargo depot. The enemy warhound, trailing tatters of fields, scrambled from its hiding place at top speed, its carapace breaching through the cheap flakboard roof like a breaching whale as it crashed through the outer wall and brought the north side of the warehouse down in a tidal wave of acid rotten brick.

    Right into Historia's line of fire.

    Historia was waiting, weapons braced and charged. Her vulcan bolter slashed through the remaining shields and chewed into the titans snout and carapace. For a second it looked like it would crash right into Moreus Sinae, until the paired turbolasers fired. The twin bolts of neon light punched right through the thorax armour, and then the reactor behind. A spray of fire as the plasma reactor vented out the back announced the end of the hunt, the seizing legs of the enemy warhound slamming it sideways into a crumbling storage barn, which collapsed on top of it.

    +Foedeath+

    Historias exultant cant was answered by a deep, mournful engine horn. Coming back over the horizon was the defeated, nearly ammo-dry reaver, and its snarling warhound escort. Both engines MIU's snarled as enemy target locks pinged from their hulls.

    +I've had my fill today Rosen.+ Lenz turned her machine, truly this time, towards friendly lines and pushed the engine hard. Furvus Maria responded smartly, turning away and gaining speed. Moerus Sinae soon pulled alongside. One Reaver and Warhound, even a reaver carrying almost no ammunition, and a warhound with pre-existing damage, was too much of a push. They had revenged themselves for the many dead skitarii. That was enough for today.

    +Enemy battlegroup!+ Lenz broadcast +Under the codes of the Collegia, we relinquish the battlefield for the recovery of your titan crew and the salvage of this engine. We invite you to recover them under a flag of truce, and reconsider your foolish betrayal of Holy Mars. Until we meet again.+

    Some desultory energy fire chased them out of the smelting zone, but Lenz suspected it was mainly to show willing. The two hunters, arrowed back to the main battlezone, another kill under their belt.
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    “I find your aversion to fair fights to be unwarranted on this occasion, princeps.” magos Ankari observed, almost archly, as the vox link between Sicut Sanguis Rosa and Ragnarov forge resumed. “You have bought us invaluable time. I am currently reorganising the forge’s defenders, and reinforcements from the northern sector are disembarking as we speak.”

    +I'll take the compliment, Magos. We could do with anything fast to exploit this potential break in the lines. I have scouts moving ahead now to assess the situation behind the Patriot front line.+

    “It is in our creed to never willingly delete Knowledge. Let us see how blasphemous these hereteks really are. Princeps, if your skitarii are still combat effective, I request that you join forces with the Vostroyan infantry and recover whatever pure spirits they are still holding hostage on those crawlers. We may gain valuable insight into the enemy’s dispositions and strategy.”

    +Agreed. I'll ensure we will recover what we can.+

    The link faded and Hange sighed. She would have preferred to have the Vostroyans retreat and then burn down the crawlers at a distance. But the idea was sound. Clearly intelligence was lacking in the loyalist camp, and no one fought blind if they could avoid it.

    Sicut Sanguis Rosa stalked into the quarry district, and opened fire with a blistering salvo of fire against the crawlers left flanks. Weapon blisters popped and burned, the hull ran like wax, and the crawlers tracks fused with the road surface. She paid special attention to the top decks, using the gatling cannon to blast observation domes that had been directing artillery from the Patriots rear. Once the left flanks of the crawlers had been broken, she held her fire. Standing sentinel like a graven idol, backlit by a wall of fire, she issued new marching orders to her skitarii.

    +++++

    Rho was being filled with biofoam when the order pulse came, and he redirected it to several units on his left. Skitarii vanguard units reconstituted from disparate units, reinforced by the forces last remaining double handful of Kataphron breachers. Rho himself soon joined them, joining the force that would punch into the second crawler as the second wave. He would be needed to establish a forward command post to coordinate the fighting inside the crawlers. He analysed the maps he had been issued, and sent annotated copies to his subordinates, marking key objective zones. If the last hour had been brutal, this next action promised to be near suicidal. Rho knew he would be spending upwards of 75% of his attacking forces in reclaiming any extant data-cores.

    He felt his first twinge of worry over that, and was surprised. He turned the unwanted emotion over in his head, curious. Realising it came from a fear that the skitarii force would be too depleted to further function in this warzone, he dismissed it. Skitarii existed to die in glorious service, closer to the Omnissiah than almost any other being in existence. Only the saints that served the titans and the holy prophets of the Magos could claim a closer communion with the will of the Deus.

    The order came down as the Vostroyans surged forwards on the right. A fraction of a second later, his skitarii stamped forwards, under the shadow of Sicut Sanguis Rosa, and began to breach.

    +++++

    “I have melta teams ready to breach.” the bearded commander outlined curtly as he hunkered down next to the Amazoneum. “Flame troopers and grenadiers behind. Does your princeps want to take the lead on this one, or shall my men go in first? After felling one of those titans, I can assure you that their blood is up.”

    "The skitarii will launch an attack from the crawlers right flank, our left." She indicated several hatches on the outer hull. "My warriors will join you, and we will breach from this flank. It will double our chances of achieving our objectives and hopefully reduce our shared casualties"

    "There is a place for you in the first wave." The officer offered. "If you want it."

    Harmathoe caught the implied challenge and smiled.

    "We do. And Colonel, spare some men to investigate your kills cockpit. Prisoners should be remanded directly to the Legio."

    "As you wish. What do you intend to do with such traitors?"

    "That, Colonel, is an internal matter for the Mechanicus." Harmathoe didn't have the heart to tell him that the mechanicus politics meant this was considered an internal civil war between rivals, and that titan crews were too valuable to simply execute unless they showed provable corruption. If they could be reformed and returned to their parent legio, they would be. The man chuckled anyway, rubbing his beard.

    "Probably broken up for spare parts then."

    "Something like that."

    +++++

    The inner airlock door to the crawler thundered inwards, and a hail of stubber fire and radium carbine rounds fell like horizontal rain to drive them back.

    "Flamers and grenades!" Harmathoe yelled. She barely needed too, the Vostroyans were well drilled. The portal was washed with flame and dull thumps echoed through the hull. Harmothoe, Netasose and Vounoe followed their commander into the breach as shots hissed around them. Both were firing lasblasts from their spears as they charged. Harmathoe spotted the main threat, a pair of ceiling turrets, each firing a cognis stubber at a murderous rate, while at the far end of the maintenance bay, a half squad of skitarii flung shot from behind a barricade. While several of their colleagues lay burned and broken by the grenades and flamers, these ones had good cover. Netasose, the newest member of the Amazoneum, went down even as she hacked her spear into the left turret, bleeding from half a dozen wounds. Harmathoe hurdled the barricade, her refractor field bleeding light as she hacked left and right. Vounoe soon joined her, the other turret silent. From behind, the vostroyans poured into the bay.

    "Emperors blood you women are quick." The leader of the breach for the first crawler stopped next to Harmathoe. Vostroyans streamed past him, quickly meeting more resistance deeper into the crawler. This was Lieutenant Grafov Danilovich, according to a stencil on his chest plate. "I have medics working on your injured friend." Harmathoe nodded, and gestured with her spear.

    "We should push this way, towards the generatorium. Shut that down, and we disable these turrets."

    "Agreed." Danilovich paused. "How should we shut it down?"

    "Gently"

    +++++

    Rho stepped into the second crawlers rear service bay and a scene of carnage.

    Blood was cooked to the floor, mixed with patches of still burning oil. The Kataphrons had done their job, and the cost to the enemy had been grisly. Two of them had been disabled in the breach, and enginseers had already begun stripping them of salvageable parts. Only two things were more expendable than a Skitarii in pursuit of victory: a Servitor, and ammunition. Vanguards clattered into the bay and started to push upwards, towards the bridge and gun decks. They would meet heavy resistance in the stairwells. Meanwhile, like on the first crawler, Cuilope, Harmathoes second in command of the Amazoneum, was leading the Vostroyans under a Lieutenant Luka Petrovich. Their objective was the sacred reactor.

    With a small bodyguard unit to cover him, Rho began to issue orders for the taking of the next deck.

    +++++

    Chao hovered in the manifold, a green ghost backlit by the hazy suggestion of bridge crew and servitors.

    +A snap ambush? What did they hope to achieve?+

    +Unknown at this time, Princeps. Perhaps it was merely enough to prevent us supporting you.+

    Hange nodded. +We could have used a precision bombardment, if only to slow down the crawlers. Can you despatch repair units? We've seen heavy combat.+

    Chao nodded. +I'll see what I can do. However, you should know that Stilat Cosmodrome has been attacked, or may be under attack currently. I'm getting confused reports. If we've lost Stilat, aerospace assets, especially our bulk landers, will be at significant risk from air attack from the Patriots forward airfields.+

    +Stilat is over 80km from the frontline!+ Hange pulled up a tacticae schematic. +The frontline is more porous than we guessed.+

    +Its a civil war+ Chao lamented. +Those are never fought cleanly. Brother against brother. It could be the work of a small infiltration team.+

    +Do what you can, Shipmistress, and keep me informed+

    The link faded, and Hange shook her head. She didn't voice her concerns out loud, because that seemed like a taunt to the universe.

    How much worse can this civil war get?
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    A krak missile fireworked down from above and struck the tank just behind the turret. The tank lurched to a halt as smoke from the damaged engine began to fill the crew compartment.

    Alexandre, 2nd Platoon, 2nd Company:

    Mighty Brazier's driver was a quick thinker, he cut engine power as soon as he felt the impact. In an effort to try and minimize the damage. There was nothing worse than a tank dead-in-the-water. They'd have to wait for their support elements and the tech priests if their engine seized. Captain Antheia would have their head for "sleeping" on the job.

    "We're hit, call out!" Sergeant Alexandre ordered.
    "We're up." Called Leonard, Mighty Brazier's gunner. He spoke for Aaron, their loader who was too busy grabbing an autocannon magazine from Mighty's hull storage.
    "We haven't kicked the barn yet." Returned Mael, their driver. Hect's attention was elsewhere as he looked over his hull lascannon for damage.

    Mael had already moved into action. He readjusted his chair and opened the fire-wall separating them and the engine compartment. Black smoke bellowed into their compartment and he had to raise a hand to cover his face. He coughed.

    "It's not so bad, seems like a fuel or oil fire. The hit hasn't penetrated, but it's made one of the lines leak into the engine somewhere. I should be able to fix this." Mael stated, before adding. "Someone is going to need to go outside and open up the engine louvers."

    "Hect, Aaron get foot mobile and onto the back of Mighty. Leonard will provide overwatch with the lasgun and I'll get onto the stubber. The infantry said we were clear, but best not to take chances." Ordered Alexandre.

    "Yes, Sergeant." They returned, before going about their duties.

    * * * * *

    “Captain.” the TC of Manifesto voxed to My Fair Lady as the Cadian armour rolled forward. “Infantry report the buildings are clear, and we have eyes on the railhead.”

    Captain Antheia, HQ Section, 2nd Company:

    "Captain Antheia, Wilhelm. We've taken casualties, Midnight is down. I repeat, Midnight is down. We've lost Lieutenant Marcellus, Michael and Uwe. We've also counted a Vanquisher and a Hydra at the railhead, the place is a fortress." Wilhelm reported over the vox.

    "Rodger, Wilhelm. You're acting Lieutenant, stay put and wait for my orders." Returned Antheia.

    Fuck. She thought to herself. She'd known them for years, fought with them for years. This was the first time she'd lost someone since Telfus, it wasn't easy then, it wasn't easy now. Her fists balled and she punched her right hand into the turret wall.

    "Are you okay, Captain?" Asked Consus.
    "Marcellus is gone, he's with the Emperor now." Antheia replied, her voice was steadying. Training and discipline was starting to kick in, the duties of command were more important than her personal feelings.

    She glanced through her vision blocks. 1st platoons tanks had moved ahead of her and remained idle as they awaited further orders. Friendly infantry ran past them into new positions before they moved up.

    "Captain, Ennius. Mighty is immobile, no KIA. We can confirm on the Hydra." Came the next vox reply.
    "Thanks Ennius, we're full of great news today." Replied Antheia.

    Antheia reached for her vox and flipped the dial to all local channels.

    "All tanks, we're going to time our attack. Form up and we're going to hit them together. Load smoke rounds, prepare for advance. Attached infantry, get behind us or get your heavy weapons into overwatch positions. This is it, the objective is in sight." Relayed Antheia.
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    “Ave Omnissiah!” he roared in Martian Tech.

    Danilovich did not need to understand the tech-priest’s words to know what he was about to do.

    “Stop him!” he yelled.


    Harmothoe raised her las gauntlet to fire, and then realised that he was sitting on the phlogiston line, and she hesitated. A spear, thrown by Vounoe snatched the heretek from his perch and pinned him to the reactor vessel. The pistol and axe tumbled out of nerveless hands and clattered on the mesh deck.

    Harmothoe blinked as she processed how close they had just come to apocalyptic demise. She stepped forwards and crossed the suddenly grave quiet reactor room, yanking the spear clear and letting the enginseer drop to the floor. She handed the sacred weapon silently back to Vounoe.

    +what could have possessed him to commit such sacrilege?+ Vounoe stared at the crumpled form as the Vostroyans filtered into the room, and began to round up the few remaining adepts in the room.

    +I don't know+ She answered honestly. +Desperation, perhaps.+

    Vounoe nodded and turned to take over custody of the few prisoners. For a moment longer, Harmothoe stared at the crumpled corpse.

    Shaking her head, she turned and joined Vounoe. The reactor would be safely stepped down. She would see to it.

    +++++

    +My faith is unbreakable.+ she hissed venomously. +The avatars retreat, but the Omnissiah’s gaze is eternal. You will not have my temple!+

    +You're temple is naught but a blasphemous fane to false logic and the heresy of progress.+ Rho snarled back. +and I will give you the mercy of dragging your carcass from your immersion tank before you see me destroy it!+

    He killed the link with a frustrated snarl and thumped a metallic fist into a bulkhead. He could not advance any further. With the lift shafts killboxes and the stair wells death traps, he simply did not have the resources to push forwards. He would need to appeal to a higher power.

    +++++

    Hange looked over the tactical appraisal from Hector. The Skitarii was kneeling before her in the manifold, rendered in green haze. She nodded her approval as the warhounds loped up to join her.

    +You have my blessing, Rho. Withdraw your forces and the Vostrayans immediately. Let me do the rest+

    It was ironic that the battles for crawler one seemed to be almost over. With the reactor being safely stepped down, they could push onto the bridge much more safely. She could feel Rho's sizzling frustration over the manifold, almost palpable like heat shimmer from road surface. Any other skitarii commander would have ground his forces down until he could clamber over their corpses to victory. Hector had instead learned the exact value of a sacrifice, and how much to pay for victory.

    +++++

    The Skitarii and Vostroyans flowed out of crawler, the skitarii between the legs of their warhound and reaver angels. At a haptic blurt from Rho and a vox confirmation from the vostroyans that they were clear, the titans stepped forwards as one, and began to push.

    The crawler was a massive super capital, based on the old Leviathan command platform or the even older Capitol Imperialis. It was a massive weight, many hundreds of tons. But as the warhounds and reaver leaned against it, pushing with their hugely powerful articulated legs, it began to grind across the shattered roadway. If it had one weakness, at all, it was that its centre of balance was actually quite high in its chassis. Narrow and tall, it was like a towerblock on track units. Those track units now gave way, some of them tearing clear, others distorting and warping as they stayed attached to the hull.

    With a sound like the end of the world, the crawler slipped off the arterial on one side. The abused, broken tracks slammed down in the muck that lead to the banks of the river and disappeared into the mud. The reavers and warhounds shifted, giving the tottering crawler one last good shove before stepping away. The whole thing slid from the road way, and with an awful sound, fell sideways onto the earth, where it slid into the river. Polluted water flooded into every breach on the top two decks, and the crawler groaned as it settled to a final stop.

    +Hector, you may recommence your assault when you are ready+
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    That went well, looks like we only lost a couple, we'll add their names to the monument back home.
    Minch had ordered the rest of first platoon to conduct a follow up sweep of the building, then he had second and third sweep the others nearby. Once the company regrouped to push onward Minch decided that they might require some extra punch to get through the tight streets that typified an hivesprawl.

    With the whole thing ground to a halt when a tank was blown out, likely from a Vanquisher round and Minch had a few precious moments to work out how he could get the most out of this. He flipped to Haven's combat frequency.
    "Second break up, KT protocol is authorized. Third send the Taroux back with Pops, Stitch and Cram. We're bringing the heat to our final objective, Everyone else get to some high ground, we're going to flank the trench line and raise some hell. KT's permission granted to for Pick operations. Target gunners, spotters, and see if you can't blind the targeting cameras, secondary target asupex and coms systems. Final order, survival is priority, there's little enough of us left as it is, and Illi doesn't like seeing long casualty lists."

    Minch then switched over to First platoon's frequency.
    "Alright boys round one was the warm up, let's give these Cadians some cover, and Jens, keep an eye on that Red Cap, make sure he doesn't try to shoot any of ours. Move up in Formation Foxtrot Seven, Two many fire teams, Chimeras provide overwatch and load smokes, Jens if you can get your squad up to that Vanq and see if you can't given them a Haven greeting. Melta use is permitted, GC use advised, try to get on top of them and blow out their turret."

    Satisfied Minch loaded his own weapon and set up with his own fire team. This push was going to be bloody at best.




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    Gwendolyn gave out orders as she climbed onto the bck of the tank she was to ride on. The Heavy Bolter Multilaser, and Missile launcher HWTs were to take up positions in the windows of the hab block and give covering fire to all dvancing forces. The missiles told to place target priority to emplacements and vehicles. Meanwhile, the Mortar teams were to get to the roof and rain hell upon the defenders, in a continuous a volley of fire, beginning with krak, then alternating between incendiary and frag.

    While this as to happen, all the attached ministorum priests were to whip up the militia and rusaers into a righteous frenzy once more, and while a portion stayed with the tanks to support them, the rest were to charge the defenders, firing as they went, before closing into melee. The HWTs were of course told to not fire where melee was engaged.

    While all this happened, Gwendolyn held Merlynne close, the familiar feel of her familiar comforting as it enabled her to tap into and channel her powers far better and easier. As she did so, a barrier of invisible force surrounded the tank squadron she was with, visible only slightly as a dome of shimmering air that moved with her. Any fire that impacted on it would fizzle into nothingness from the outside, but anyone in the dome could fire out. When she was told that the Tank killer was in view, she would immediately shit her focus to that tank, and with the might of her mind, curse it and cause every mechanical bit to lock up or short out temporarily, leaving it temporarily disabled, hopefully long enough to kill it.

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