So, I had the urge to write a story for some reason. It was fairly random and Happened when I was playing Dawn of War II : The Last Stand mode. I was fighting an Ork was when my Head had burst with Ideas and the urge to forge them into a story. fourty-five minutes later, I have the first part of a short story. This was writen using Wordpad, so Spelling and grammer errors are present. C&C is Welcomed
EDIT: Renamed Title
Dusk was settling over the bloodied hills of Tartarus's southern region. Hundreds of Ork corpses littlered the dirt landscape. Scattered amoung them the remants of Battle Brothers lay, a mass of green bodies circumfrincing them. Every Marine that had fallen, had taken a score of Orks with them. Nearby, an Imperial bunker stood, splashes of brown and red covered the first story of it's gray walls. Bullet holes, sword slashes, and blast marks covered its side. A large brown door with a Golden Aquilla was barred shut. Inside, six marines garbed in crimson red power armor stood, holding their weapons high.
One had his helmet removed, revealing his face. It wore a battle-worn expression. He looked, by human standards, to be in his late twenties or early thirties, but his true age was much older than that. He had dirty blonde hair, and cresent blue eyes with a hint of green. The others where wearing full armor, most of them in Mark VII Aqila armor, though one had a Beaked shaped helmet from an older set. Between those six, a large, dull green box lay. It's top was open and contense visible. The box itself was relatively empty, aside from a handful of Magazines that fit into the slots of the Marines weapons, the almighty, Godwyn pattern bolt gun. There was also a large, Machine gun ammo box, used for the nearby Astartes MK IV Heavy Bolter that lay proped up inside a broken window.
The Marine with his helmet removed reached into the box and began to distribute it's contence amoung his brethren, who in turn removed their empty clips and loaded the fresh ones into their bolters, and storing the rest in their belt pouches. Finaly the helmetless marine spoke.
"Brothers, it has been an honor to serve with you. May we be reunited at the Emperor's table,"
He said, just as the distant cries of the Ork Warhost could be heard in the distance.
++Fourty-Eight Terran Hours Earlier++
Azeek sat in the Thunderhawk gunship, his head hung low, muttering a prayer to the Emperor. Sergeant Akilestus stood, gripping his chainsword, boltgun in holster. With his free arm, he held the gunship's upper railing. The Thunderhawk shook as a gust of wind caused it to go turbulant for a moment, then all was normal again. Ten battle brothers sat in the Gunship. Many carried bolters, though one brother held a Heavy Bolter at his side.
Sergeant Akilestus eye'd his men before speaking, "Brothers, Our mission is to take Bunker 406 from a small band of Orks, this bunker is Vital to the Blood Ravens continual bush through this Reigon of Tartarus. Captain Gabrial Angelos has sent us to fufil this task."
All nine marines watched him intently, soaking in his orders like spounges. the Sergeant took a breath before continueing, "When we land, we will Rondevous with Squad Hectus and Squad Ferous, Both of which are already staging the initial attack. The Orks are putting up strong resistance, but their flanks are weak. We are to come in from their left side and Crush their lines, allowing the other squads to advance, from there, we will push to Bunker 406."
The other marines nodded, for no words of conformation where needed. They where Space Marines, the Emperor's finest. Simple commands needed no reinforcement, for they all knew they must Succed at their task, or die in the process.
The entire squad remained silent. They had not grown close, as the Marines where relatively new brothers, only recently achieving full honours nad elevating from their position as Initiates to full fledged battle brothers, only Sergeant Akilestus was a veteren of many years. This was their first mission, a simple enough one it seemed, the perfect mission to test their combat prowess and bond them as a unit.
One of the pilots looked back, speaking to the Sergeant, "Prep your squad, we are coming in hot and a quick drop will be necessary, eta, thirty seconds."
Akilestus nodded before turning to his squad, "Lets move out."
Below, a line of marines took cover behind rocks and trees at the bottom of a hill. The Orks where entrenched at the top of the hill, firing a mass of bullets down at the Marines, who, in turn, fired back up at the Orks, few casualties where taken, both sides where locked in a stalemate. The Thunderhawk carrying the Squad swooped in from the skies and opened fire, spraying the ground with bolter rounds. a handful or Orks towards the edge of the trenches where torn to pieces by the Thunderhawk's fire. As the Thunderhawk aproached the ground, it lowers speed drasticaly. When it got to the edge of the trenches, the Marines inside jumped out from it's side doors.
As soon as the Marines landed, they sprinted into the trenches, opening fire apon the unsuspecting Orks. The squads at the bottom of the hill broke cover and Charged up. In a mater of minutes, all the Orks in the trenches where eather dead or fleeing. the Marines stood victorious. Sergeant Akilestus met with the two other Sergeants, while the rest of the Marines began to shift the fortifications the other way, prepairing for the inevitable ork retaliation from their base at Bunker 406.
The meeting between the Sergeants was quick. The most Senior Sergeant, who was from Squad Hectus spoke, "We have the Orks on their tails, lets push right through them and onward to the Bunker."
The other Sergeants nodded, returning to their respective squads and issued a few orders.
"Don't bother with the trenches brothers, we are making a sweeping advance right through to the Bunker."
said Akilestus to his squad.
Immedtiatly the squad exited the trenches, the other two squads only seconds behind. from their, the group began it's advance to the Bunker, which was only rougly two miles from their current position. In less than ten minutes, they had arrived. the structure of the Bunker was fortified, Ork guns poking out from it's windows. around it, a small Ork outpost had sprung up, including two watchtowers, a handful of huts, and an assortment of other scrapheaps. Grots scurried along the ground, and a handfl of Boyz ran, getting into position. A line of Boyz, lead by an Ork Nob, rushed up to the entrance to defy the Marines entrance.
The Squads broke their trot into a full run. their Bolters opened fire apon the watchtowers as a few, more eager brothers rushed ahead. The sergeant's revved their chainsword, and in the case of the Sergeant from Squad Hectus, turned his powerfist on, its Electromagnetiic field sparked to life as the Chainswords of the other Sergeants revved up. behind them, a handful of marines rushed, letting out a few bolter rounds before drawing their Combat Knives. Behind them, the rest of the Marines slowed, and the Heavy bolter and Missile launchers stopped, setting up and unloading their ordinance apon the wachtowers. Within the first minute of fighting, both watchtowers had gone up in flames, and many of the Boyz who had charged out to meet the Marines lay dead. The Sergeant with the powerfist was locked in combat with the Nob that lead them.
The Nob swung his axe and let out a round from his Shoota. The Axe bounced off the Sergeant's Cremate armor and the Shoota round missed completely. The sergeant swung his powerfist at the Nob, landing a hit apon his chest armor. the Field from the Powerfist crushed the chestplate and caved in the Ork's chest cavity. The Ork doubled over and the Sergeant stepped on his chest, raising his bolt pistol, placing a single round into his skull.
The fighting contined, at first, it seemed the Orks wher efew in number, and indeed, the Marines had made a sweeping advance through the camp. The Ork's buildings lay in ruins and the Bunker nearly cleaned of the Xeno filth. The marines walked around, finishing off any dieing orks that groaned in pain. The Sergeants where outside, passing orders to their squads. Six of the marines had entered the now cleared bunker, and where going through, looking for ammo, making sure the command post worked, and other things that needed to be checked.