The Elevoc Conflict.

Mortarion saw the officer signal for him to keep the men in a tight formation. “Alright you stiffs,” he croaked,” pattern Alpha-Indigo, and keep it tight.” Moving forward, making sure the officer was in the center of the formation, Mortarion took the point, looking on every inch of ground for booby traps, hidden enemy, and any other suprises that might jump him.

It was then that someone bumped in behind him, turning around like a trained veteran, he had his gun in Hanns face. Mortarion was pissed off, being as jumpy as he was already. “Do that again, small fry, and I’m gonna ring you up like a grox on a bad day, GOT IT!!”

Mortarion gave him one last look, then resumed walking down, awaiting the combat he knew was coming.

The officer stop short, and Mortarion simultaneously halted the rest of them. Suddenly renegades jumped from the shadows, running at them brandishing wicked swords and shooting las-pistols.

“In the Emperors name,” Mortarion cried out and slowly advanced, shooting a renegade in the head. He walked forward, as if in a trance, and fired into the charging mass of renegades. The Emporer is with me, he thought, I have no need for fear. As they closed, he felt the click of his auto-pistol, so he threw done the gun and dove behind a crate on the left. Gunfire was heavy now so heroics and close combat were impossible. Peaking out of cover, Mortarion threw his knife into the face of an renegade trying to sneak up on him.

“Squad, move by pairs from cover to cover, give them hell and advanced.” Mortarion pulled his combat sword out and waited for the fire to lift.

(OOC: Come on guys, lets keep this going)