Post by thisguy1109 on Jun 19, 2013 18:37:50 GMT
Ragnoran checked his powerfist for the last time as he and his squad of brother terminators shuffled into the teleport deck. Ahead of them stood Lysander; he stood quietly. He had no need for inspiring words with this group. They knew the task ahead of them; halt the tyranid invasion and buy the rest of the chapter time to prepare. It was only a splinter fleet of tyranids, a particularly nasty one, and that was enough to devourer dozens of worlds effortlessly. The hulking terminators waited in silence.
Above the teleport bay was a large viewing screen. Just above the planet surface a servo skull was hovering high above the battlefield providing valuable footage and relaying to the cruiser in orbit and ultimately to the viewing screen. Command would soon issue the order on when and where the terminators were to strike to ensure a swift victory.
Meanwhile on the ground scout James Tharmew was hoping to earn his stripes and eventually become a full fledged space marine. He and his scout squad had deployed in some ruins along the bank of a river. Their advanced camouflage would allow them the luxury of being relatively well protected. Plus they were fortified with a full space marine tactical squad, and the river was a natural defensive position.
What started as a hum in the distance grew louder as a wave of nightmarish tyranids approached the opposite bank… The tyranids advanced. Maybe it was his nerves, maybe it is what the veterans call the shadow in the warp, but the tyranids were half way across the river before the order to open fire was given.
Ragnoran watched the battle unfold in silence from the teleport deck in the cruiser high above in orbit. The viewing screen flashed with static and went black. The tech marine in the teleport deck scrambled to switch to audio feed from the battle.
Sound came blasting through the loud speakers. Bolter fire and the most horrible animal screeches Ragnoran had ever heard.
James Tharmew was shouting into his radio and only bits and pieces were making it through the interference to the teleport deck; “…cus, focus, Jam… uh ok , lots of the big flying ones… lots of the little ones… …everywhere… actical squad is gone… oh god, its inside my head!”
“Put us down there now.” … that was the first time Lysander would say that this day.
The tech marine hurried about on the controls , but something exploded on the console… “just a second, just a second” he muttered.
“PUT US DOWN THERE NOW!” …that was the second time.
The teleport snapped with psychic energy and the scene in front of Ragnoran changed. Screeching little monsters, that the Imperium classes as ‘guants’, where upon them in an instant. They posed little threat as Ragnoran took in the battlefield… or what was left of it. Black smoke rose across the river, from what could only be a wrecked land raider. Shredded pieces of his fallen breatheren were everywhere. Ragnoran had fought many foes, but few were so tasteless in their absolute brutality. The sky drew black as shadows cast by enormous wings encircled the brave terminators.
Just before Lysander fell to the hive tyrants, before the zoanthrope destroyed the mind of Ragnoran, before tervigon birthed new guants to engulf the terminators, Ragnoran noticed a single scout alone in the ruins still fighting. Before he succumbed he thought, “We are still in this.”
This is the corresponding battle report.
thetyranidhive.proboards.com/thread/43566/2-detachments-2k-battle-report?page=1#
Above the teleport bay was a large viewing screen. Just above the planet surface a servo skull was hovering high above the battlefield providing valuable footage and relaying to the cruiser in orbit and ultimately to the viewing screen. Command would soon issue the order on when and where the terminators were to strike to ensure a swift victory.
Meanwhile on the ground scout James Tharmew was hoping to earn his stripes and eventually become a full fledged space marine. He and his scout squad had deployed in some ruins along the bank of a river. Their advanced camouflage would allow them the luxury of being relatively well protected. Plus they were fortified with a full space marine tactical squad, and the river was a natural defensive position.
What started as a hum in the distance grew louder as a wave of nightmarish tyranids approached the opposite bank… The tyranids advanced. Maybe it was his nerves, maybe it is what the veterans call the shadow in the warp, but the tyranids were half way across the river before the order to open fire was given.
Ragnoran watched the battle unfold in silence from the teleport deck in the cruiser high above in orbit. The viewing screen flashed with static and went black. The tech marine in the teleport deck scrambled to switch to audio feed from the battle.
Sound came blasting through the loud speakers. Bolter fire and the most horrible animal screeches Ragnoran had ever heard.
James Tharmew was shouting into his radio and only bits and pieces were making it through the interference to the teleport deck; “…cus, focus, Jam… uh ok , lots of the big flying ones… lots of the little ones… …everywhere… actical squad is gone… oh god, its inside my head!”
“Put us down there now.” … that was the first time Lysander would say that this day.
The tech marine hurried about on the controls , but something exploded on the console… “just a second, just a second” he muttered.
“PUT US DOWN THERE NOW!” …that was the second time.
The teleport snapped with psychic energy and the scene in front of Ragnoran changed. Screeching little monsters, that the Imperium classes as ‘guants’, where upon them in an instant. They posed little threat as Ragnoran took in the battlefield… or what was left of it. Black smoke rose across the river, from what could only be a wrecked land raider. Shredded pieces of his fallen breatheren were everywhere. Ragnoran had fought many foes, but few were so tasteless in their absolute brutality. The sky drew black as shadows cast by enormous wings encircled the brave terminators.
Just before Lysander fell to the hive tyrants, before the zoanthrope destroyed the mind of Ragnoran, before tervigon birthed new guants to engulf the terminators, Ragnoran noticed a single scout alone in the ruins still fighting. Before he succumbed he thought, “We are still in this.”
This is the corresponding battle report.
thetyranidhive.proboards.com/thread/43566/2-detachments-2k-battle-report?page=1#
