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    “Come on!” Danilovich urged as he snapped a new cell into his las-carbine, and offered a hand to the Amazoneum warrior climbing up behind him. The hand convulsed as another arc bolt tagged him in the side, and he slumped in smoking ruin on top of the manhole.

    "Danilovich!" Harmothoe grabbed the officer and hauled him back into the hatch, yelling for a medic. A white clad vostroyan, spattered in red, hustled over and two of the young Lieutenants men pulled him clear. Harmothoe watched the man work for a moment, but knew already that Danilovich was dead. She ground out a vile curse under her breath before turning to the Vostroyans clustered behind her, looking at their leader as the medic tried to restart his heart.

    "Listen to me!" she roared, and the men turned to look at her. "We finish these traitor bastards for the lieutenant! We make them pay for every bloody step we have won today! Are you with me?"

    There was a throaty roar and a weapons and fists punched into the air. With battlecry she had learnt in the creches of the Amazoneum, she plunged out of the hatch with an augmented leap, Vounoe a step behind her. Both women leveled their las blasters as they charged, sawing a hail of fire down as they plunged headlong into the hail of fire. Lasbolts spat past them in response to hails of carbine fire as both women made the first barricade, mostly thanks to their fine armour and Harmothoe's refractor field. In close combat, the two women carved down the last few defenders.

    "Bomb it out!" She yelled, and frag grenades tumbled into the command deck. Armaglass shattered and rattled, smoke boiled from the deck, and with a feral cry the Vostroyans and Amazoneum breached. Bayonets flashed and punched into servitors and the last few Skitarii, as Vounoe and Harmothoe's spears carved down a pair of lumbering cybernetica constructs held back for close protection. The carnage came to and end as the smoking bodies of the crawlers crew were tossed from their lasbolt holed chairs.

    "Crawler secure!" Harmothoe canted, wrenching her spear from the destroyed torso of the crawlers commander. Surrender had never been an option.

    ++++++

    “You should take your men back.” Cuilope told Petrovich. The skitarii rad-counters were already clicking dangerously from the number of irradiated bullets embedded in the walls and the bobbing corpses.

    Petrovich nodded, and gestured for his men to fall back. Cuilope turned to Hector Rho as behind him Skitarii began to draw heavy trench knives, and safe their carbines.

    "I was hoping to not die wet and miserable today, Hector."

    Hector would have smiled, if he still had lips. Instead he nodded.

    "I'll do my best to keep you safe, then." With a haptic gesture, his Skitarii moved forwards and into the murk. Cuilope, and two other Amazoneum, moved in with them, their sonic spears silent for now.

    Visibility dropped immediately, but the Skitarii churned forwards, using their maglocks to cling to the deck and make good progress. A pair of flooded Cybernetica hulls barred one accessway, and acetylene torches were brought forwards to cut them apart.

    Truly, the unalloyed metal is as weak as the unimproved flesh.

    As the robots collapsed, and the path forwards opened again, the ambush came.

    The fighting was immediately confused and chaotic. Blood and oil polluted the already filthy water. Skitarii grappled hand to hand with knives at each others throat. Hector slashed left and right, punching his blade into sternum armour and joints with brute force. Suddenly, Cuilope was next to him, spearing enemies like fish on a harpoon. Her lasblaster pulsed darting beams of red into the murk, and bodyparts bobbed past Rho's helmet as he pushed forwards. Sensor scatter told him they had made the main command centre. He hooked left and Cuilope hooked right, individual skitarii making their own entrances. It was a fight without form or logic, a brutal melee in the worst conditions. Hector felt a tingle across his sensorium, and glanced up.

    Staring down at him was the shrivelled, emaciated body of his opponent. He drew his augmetic fist back and punched it into the glass, once, twice, three times until it cracked and the pure amniotic mix inside mixed with the toxic river. The tribune inside began to thrash and burn, until Hector wrapped his metal fingers around her neck and squeezed until the Tribunes head came away, disintegrating in the toxic water.

    +Crawler secure.+ He canted. +We must move quickly if we wish to salvage anything from this+
    I have seen the future. The future is dead.
    We killed it


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    "WHAT THE DROKK ARE YOU ALL DOING?!" Barked an old, yet commanding voice. The Militia who heard it, turned, and Janie saw what looked to be another militiaman barking orders, though he didn't give off the same vibe s one of the combat novices. While she had seen the eagerness in all of the militia, everything from the way they spoke, the way they ran, and the way they carried their weapons showed how green they were. Not so with this figure.

    "I guess the battle's over then, since you all have enough time to stare at a lass who just nearly died. Oh wait, is that enemy lasfire? It looks like there are still enemies left alive." A militiaman was about to say something when the commanding fired barked; "Get moving or so help me I will flog the skin off your bones with a bunch of baling twine, you Drokking rookies!" He emphasis this with a quick burst of lasfire from his Lasgun, which compared to the other militiamen, is a completely different pattern. They waste no time and rush forward.

    The man makes his way over to Janie, holding out a hand to help her up. "Here, girl, on your feet. Today is not the day you meet The God-Emperor. She also noticed that his robe was not closed like all the others, it was worn more like a cloak, and underneath...he had a dress uniform on. Khaki-colored pants and a deep blue shirt, with many ribbons...and even gold-colored fiber epaulets. On his lapel was printed the Imperial Guard standard Sergeant's Chevrons. "The name's Jurgen."

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    Jens and first platoon:
    "Haven fall in, escort pattern Mike Lima get let's get this oddball back to the Red!"
    Jens shouted over the Vox, he then flipped a switch on his weapon and let out a fusillade of shots alongside some others to let his men surround the mutant. Satisfied when the Kaki and Ocher clad guardsmen and formed up Jens turned his attention to the militiaman who was left over.
    "Get moving soldier, we'll handle this, you got your runts to keep in line anyway."
    Turning to Janie.
    "You're lucky we're the ones who saw that and not some Cadian born zealot bastards, we'll get you back to your Red Cap, after that we need to have a talk. For now let's push these rebels out and clear some space."

    3rd Platoon Kill Team:

    Gauthier acted, no thought, only instinct he pulled the pin on a flash grenade and tossed it at the prisoners then rushed the grapple. He pulled his knife and fell upon his teammate's assailant and plunged his blade in the cracks of the Patriot's flak armor, then again, then trice, regaining his awareness Gauthier then swiveled around and leveled his weapon at the two prisoners.
    "If you don't want to end up like him drop your weapons and fall in. I can point you to safe lines. Haven won't harm you, but cross us and you will die."




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    +Princeps, a moment? I have something critical for our future planning.+

    Hange frowned at the intrusion. Harmothoe had pinged her with a high priority pulse. She was tempted to ignore it, but the Amazoneum commander would not intrude on a clearly code-marked high level strategy meeting unless it was urgent.

    +Glorious? What has come up?+

    Harmothoe slid her a dense data packet over the noosphere. It was. . . a vid capture, taken from high grade ocular augmetics.

    The arm, an integrated gamma cleanser of sublime design, was carved clean off in a shower of sparks and thrown clear. As the other arm on the target deployed a short, powered punch blade, it too was hacked away, and the blade then speared into the target’s torso, slamming him into a wall.

    "If you expect me-"

    And then his neck was cut, and the head of Delzharian fell into a plastic bag.


    +Where in the Cog did you get that from?!+ she exclaimed. +And can you verify it?+

    There was a pause +My princeps, the Inquisitorial agent released this to me because I questioned her about the bag on her hip. Which contains, as best as I can tell, the mortal remains of Magos Delzharian+

    Hange pulled up an external view, a gunbox picter that she focused on Harmothoe at her feet. She was standing with four other Amazoneum, spears levelled at the slim, black clad form of a young woman holding aloft the plastic bag in question. Disconcertingly, the woman was staring directly up at the Reaver, up at her.

    +Red sands of Mars.+ she breathed over the link. +Can you patch her in?+

    +++++

    She gave them all time to process the data. Ankari took the longest, almost certainly evaluating it every which way for signs of tampering.

    This was fine. Three Legio bulk landers had made planetfall from the Shepherd. One was currently taking on damaged and dead Skitarii. Her infantry forces had been ravaged, with casualties close to 2000 dead or combat ineffective. Her heavy assets, the bulk grade combat servitors and the mule-based stalk tanks, had taken a severe beating. 3000 medium weight infantry remained, and Hector Rho was now marshalling them for the expected push.

    Because she was going to push. And push hard. Push the frakkers to breaking point.

    The other lander had brought parts, spares and repair crews. Tech priests were stripping and replacing the popped void shield generator, filling the carapace cracks with quick-sealing ceramite foam, and removing the carapace launcher for a paired turbo laser mount, as the launcher was hopelessly fouled. Her Knights were making similar quick repairs, while her Warhounds, eager for the hunt and undamaged so far, prowled on her perimeter.

    The final lander was engaging in salvage. It had landed in the quarry zone and the massive, crab like automata it carried had moved to start recovering the downed Titan claimed by Levvi. The other one claimed by her warhounds had been sighted being recovered by forces loyal to Delzharian. The final one, pulled down by the Vostroyans. . . It wasn't going anywhere, and its fate was most likely politically contentious. After all, there was. . .

    “Damn his hubris.” Princeps Phenro cursed as he observed the grisly image that Hange was disseminating. “We’ve been hunting him for six months and now he lets himself get killed by an Imperial?”

    +You do not consider this to be good news?+ reductor Milosz’ code ticker-taped across Hange’s vision.

    The Scythia princeps laughed without malice. “Magos, if you had told me in advance I would have betrayed this woman to Delzharian purely so I could have the satisfaction of killing him myself. But yes, I consider this to be good news.”

    Phenro was a lone princeps from a crippled legion - an errant. Hange wondered if recovering the enemy warhound wreck, and rebuilding his dead legio on Perinetus from battlefield scraps and salvage, might be something he was considering.

    “It is suspiciously good fortune.” Ankari pitched in with her own analysis. “Even after the fall of the Ankylon defence line, the balance of power was too fine for victory to be certain. And Delzharian always made a habit of being where the god-machines weren’t.”

    +Even if Delzharian hasn't been killed, he is likely no longer in direct command of the front.+ Hange pulsed. +That gives us a significant tactical and strategic edge. We complete our makeshift repairs, and we advance. We punch down the centre of the Ankylon line, and cut their support elements to pieces. With four titans, and six knights, we can cut apart even an armoured brigade if we fight intelligently. And with orbital overwatch from the Shepherd of Light for at least part of our attack, we will have the ability to call in orbital strikes.+

    “Four titans.” Ankari commented. “I see you are assuming the deployment of the Aeterna Victrix.”

    +I was hoping that Princeps Phenro would join us for some bullying.+ Hange admitted. +It is, after all, his plan.+

    “It is indeed.” Phenro agreed. “I will second myself to your command, princeps Zoerrin. It may wound Aeterna’s pride, but a Nemesis is a poor combatant without Warhound support, and mine were all put out of action in the fighting around Alpha One. Moreover your legion is still a cohesive unit, and will perform better as such under a commander they know.”

    +Do not rely too heavily on your tender’s orbital support.+ Milosz canted. +The hereteks have ground silos to the south and possible sea-based weapons they can utilise.+

    “I would also,” Ankari put in sternly. “Request that orbital artillery be used sparingly in the locality of the Ankylon line. We will need some measure of intact fortifications to reoccupy.”

    +I will use restraint, Magos+ Hange replied testily. +I will use the Shepherd to cover a retreat if we should find ourselves over-extended, nothing more.+

    She sighed in her cockpit, and rubbed the bridge of her nose. Pressing into the back of her mind was Rosa, a feral desire to kill rising at the prospect of fighting soft armour. It was shortening her temper and souring her mood.

    +You do me great honour, Phenro. I will assign our House Calyx allies to your close protection. Six Knights should be more than enough to drive off an opportunistic snap attack.+

    There was runes of assent and confirmation. Rosa rocked gently as repair gantries disengaged and the techpriests canted their final blessings. She waited until they had moved clear.

    "Test light shields"

    The voids snapped up, crisp and clean and strong. Henge rolled her shoulders and the servos of the gun-limbs growled in a throaty chorus.

    "We hit first, we hit hard, and we keep on hitting. Battlegroup, move out"

    +++++

    "You heard the lady, give me escort spacing."

    Levvi thumped the stirrups of his suit forwards, his Cerastus breaking into an easy loping run as he fell into formation. The Nemesis Warbringer towered over him to his rear, casting a long cold shadow.

    The Legio Sirena, as far as he knew, did not have any machines as specialised as a warbringer in their ranks. It was slower than the Reaver of Zoerrin, and heavier on his sensors. Its vast carapace mounted gun alone was the size of one of his households warsuits. He watched its doom-step carefully, and slowed himself a fraction to keep proper pace and spacing. The rest of his banner fell in on his ident, matching speed and forming an arrow shape around the titan, with the twins acting as a rearguard in the Warbringers rear blind spot.

    +Its a funny looking thing, isn't it?+

    This was from May, direct las line, loping alongside him, on his right. Sinister Intents armoured face had tilted to look at his machine.

    "That it is. Top heavy and ungainly, especially compared to a Reaver"

    He watched as the allied engine stomped down the highway, its face like a castle head swinging left and right. This would be interesting.
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