‘It’s nice to know that the Marines have arrived.’
‘It’s good to know that we have some men covering our back for once.’
‘Well you’ll have to keep up with us first.’
‘Well, I’ll let you prove it then. Cyclones, mount up.’
The remaining eight marines jogged past Solaris and climbed into the Chimera, Nathaniel then saluted Virtus turned on his heel and jumped into the gunner’s seat on the Chimera; he looked at what his armament was.
He had his Combi-Bolter, which he had reloaded.
He had a heavy stubber on a pintle mount.
And he had his Chainsword.
Stubber wins hands down.
Nathaniel turned and saw that the other vehicles were already starting up.
‘Floor it driver!’ yelled Nathaniel.
‘Yes sir,’ was the reply as the Chimera shot off the mark.
The convoy twisted through the mangled city, Nathaniel thought that just three weeks ago this was a sprawling mass of Imperial citizens, but now, two fifths of the population was dead and another fifth had join the cultist revolt, the Crimson Helms had been the first into the fray, the third company being the most involved.
But at this time, the Crimson Helms only had three companies, a Scout Company, a Battle Company and the Bike Company, Nathaniel had served in all three of them, but as time wore on, the Scout Company got less so it was dispersed into the other two and a second Battle Company was set up. At this very moment, Nathaniel was meant to be giving a lecture on the relics of the Chapter.
Then a sudden jerk brought his thoughts back to the present, he looked around and saw the one thing he dreaded more than anything.
He saw Pink horrors every where, and at their head was a larger one that was blue and was wearing robes.
Nathaniel instantly activated his vox, ‘Captain.’
‘We got Daemons,’ yelled Nathaniel as he donned his blood red helm and opened fire on them.
The main turret of the Chimera then turned and las started to spew out the barrel of the gun.
‘May the Emperor have mercy on our souls,’ he said as he flicked a button on the Heavy Stubber which released its ammo restriction, for the normal human body could only stand such forces for so long. He took down three horrors but then they started to run, obviously they were scouts, sent out to find them.
Then, as suddenly as they were there, the Chimera sped behind another building.
They were safe, for the moment.
Two Weeks Earlier.
Nathaniel walked the ground of Armageddon Minor, he had been taken off active duty to give a squad of scouts training in close combat and lectures on relics of the Chapter.
He had set up this little exercise, he was to walk towards the training building and the 9 scouts would have until he entered the building to capture him.
Solaris was armed with his trademark long-bladed combat blade and normal robes, while the scouts all wore carapace armour and had combat blades and bolt pistols loaded with rubber rounds.
He turned, admiring the structure of the spaceport when they attacked.
One of them, Tepous dived out and fired three rounds at Solaris. Two of them hit, one hit his shoulder and the other hit his stomach, nearly winding him but he was no normal man, where these rounds were able to blow a mans arm off, these would barely touch a marine. Solaris turned and Tepous charged at him, pistol holstered and blade coming out. Solaris punished him for not having his blade already drawn by moving in and punching him in the nose, not violently but gracefully, Tepous fell; he wouldn’t be up for a while. Then two came out, these were the students Solaris favoured, they were both skilled in combat but weren’t yet ready to fight, if Solaris was to be assigned to being a sergeant of a scout squad these two marines would be his first pick. Carlos and Ferro came at him, both wielding their blades in two hands, they were using them like he had told them. Hold it in one hand and wield another weapon if alone, if with another marine take it in two hands for increased damage.
Carlos came in and swung, hoping to decapitate him, but instead his blade met the cold metal of Solaris’s long-bladed combat knife that had been in Solaris’s family for the last five generations. Solaris spun and hit Carlos ‘s face backhanded, Ferro then came on, going to get his legs, as he bent slightly to go for the ankle Solaris jumped forward and hit him over the head with the pummel of his blade, knocking him to the ground. He then looked around himself.
‘Were in the Emperors name are the other six,’ he thought.
Then they came, all six of them dived out of bushes and out of trees, all aiming their bolt pistols at Solaris’s head. Solaris put his hands up and dropped his blade; it clattered noisily on the path. They all stepped forward; one came forward to grab him; that was a mistake, Solaris kicked and the blade launched itself into the scouts chest, he then ran forward and punched the scout in the face and ripped the blade out of him, he spun the blade, he then held it backhand, Solaris’s signature style of holding weapons. The other five jumped towards him. Solaris spun and ducked as three bolt pistols fired at him.
‘A distraction, they’re trying to get two scouts to sneak up on me,’ Solaris thought out loud as he ducked and a scout flew over his body and rolled.
The scout jumped up and charged at Solaris.
‘Learn to use more than just one weapon at a time,’ criticized Solaris as he grabbed the scout’s wrist and twisted, he then threw the scout off his feet and into another.
Nathaniel looked down, his medallion; the imperial aquilia with the words “The Emperor Protects.” Was flying around, straining the weak chain on which it was set, Solaris grabbed it and held it in his palm, stopping it from moving, he then tucked it into his robes and continued fighting. He ducked blows, he threw them, but in truth, Solaris was just wearing them down, this was nothing for his genetically engineered body, but this would be strenuous activity for the scouts. Finally he saw a gaping weakness in one scouts defences, he struck out with his foot and hit the scout square in the face, throwing him off his feet and into a tree.
‘Three left,’ he yelled as he spun and ripped two of the scouts pistols out of their hands, he then pulled the trigger and didn’t let go, he threw two scouts off their feet and the last one put up his hands, Solaris then walked up to him and punched him square in the chest, winding him and breaking several ribs.
‘Another lesson another day, you must learn to use more than one weapon, sure by all means, engage the foe in combat, but always remember to use your pistol to pick out any weaknesses.’
Solaris looked up and saw his liege, his lord, the Captain of the 3rd company, Gravis, nobody in the Chapter save the Master knew his first name and even then he shrouded himself in mystery. His Relic Blade was in its sheath and his Storm Shield was on his belt. His large frame meant he was even taller than Nathaniel, and Nathaniel was very tall by Space Marine standards.
‘My lord,’ Solaris saluted the Captain and kneeled down.
‘Get up Nathaniel,’ ordered the Captain in his deep, smooth voice, it sounded nothing like it should have.
‘What are you’re orders sir?’
‘We are shipping out to the Argonia system, pack you’re stuff, we’re leaving tomorrow.’
‘But I’m not on active duty.’
‘You’re not coming with you’re assigned squad, you get to take you’re Cyclones, personally, that sounds like a name for a squad of assault marines.’
‘I find that Cyclones fit well, we can fight on any and all terrain with no disadvantages.’
‘Right, well pack up, we’re leaving tomorrow, just take you’re basic weapons, this isn’t going to be a good mission, daemons.’
That was bad; any weapon you used to kill daemons with was immediately confiscated and destroyed at the conclusion of the mission.
Two weeks later
Solaris strode into the bastion, it was sparkling clean, and obviously the troops hadn’t seen the war yet. There were Cadians walking around in full battle dress and looked like they had just run off the production line. An officer walked up to them.
‘I’m General Luke Tompkins, nice to have you serving under me.’
‘What, I’m sorry Tommy but I got no intention of serving under you,’ exclaimed James.
‘You will have to, or I will court marshal you,’ countered the General.
‘Try me,’ replied James going for his “Eagle”. The General was shocked as the shotgun rang out but a pinging sound immediately followed it, James looked up and saw the face of Nathaniel Solaris, weather beaten but with long blonde hair and a smile on his face.
‘Nice try Captain,’ Solaris said as he laughed.
‘Thank you Marine, know, if you would report to serge…’
‘I never said I would serve under you, I just don’t want more men to die.’
‘We brought back you’re weapons anyway,’ said James.
‘Fine, you can have control of your squads, but I still get overall command.’
‘Good,’ James remarked as he dragged Solaris off to the side, ‘Solaris, change to channel four, that’s my squads signature, I’m gonna let you and your men work in a composite formation with mine.’
‘Thank you, we could do with the support.’
‘Men, battle stations, the enemy approaches,’ stated Tompkins, turning to his command squad. Two of his men were armed with Meltaguns, one had a standard and one had a field surgeon kit over one shoulder. They then jogged off after their leader.
‘Well James, let’s get ready,’ said Nathaniel, patting James over the shoulder.
‘Ok, Black Knights, move in,’ ordered James as he turned and nine men jogged in, all were wearing gloves and had black fatigues, three of them wielded sniper rifles and the rest cradled high grade lasguns in their arms.
‘Send the men up to the middle level, wait for me there,’ commanded James to one of the snipers.
‘Yes sir,’ the Veterans than jogged up the wide stairway.
‘James, me and my men will join you of the third level. It’s unfortunate that we lost a Marine.’
‘It is indeed Solaris,’ replied James as he and Nathaniel climbed up the stairs together, Nathaniel was getting to like James; he was smart, witty and dependable.
They clambered up the stairs and found themselves on the third level; they then looked out and saw the enemy, not traitor guardsmen…
‘What in the Emperors name!’ James screamed above the howling wind while he looked over the endless swarm of Tyranid bioforms.
‘The cultist’s must have been running from the Tyranids and they called in some Daemonic reinforcements and they too ran from the Tyranids,’ was Nathaniels calculated response.
‘Well, that gives me more possible kills then,’ yelled out one of the snipers.
‘Of course it does Thomas,’ was the reply from James.
‘They’re coming, battle stations,’ the voice of Luke sounded in everyone’s ears.
‘Let’s kill some Tyranids,’ James yelled over the Vox.
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