Wordbearer Storm Assault, Eastern Redoubt

Military: Battle

The Forces of Zarrok the Grimweaver breach the eastern Redoubt at installaton Delta. Despite gallant resistance from units of the 9th legion, the traitors break through and overrun a portion of the defences.

In the final moments of night ancient Haelios looked out across the lines; to his left the sicaran venator stood flanked by a rhino carrying tactical squad zenoth. At a sign of movement in the distance he voxed the crews to make ready and adjusted his position. Shots rang out from a traitor sicaran and he returned fire with the heavy carronades. time lapsed to a pause as the sensors in his sarcophagus detected movement behind him, still smoking from the first burst he spun full tilt to open up on the new targets barely giving a thought to what was left. Years ago Helios had been a heavy weapons sergeant in the unification wars, the familiar state of mind had long since become instinct. A burst of light filled his vision and his audio senses screamed as 6 forms in red and gold descended onto the field.   Arathael and sergeant talos watched the sky turn black over the remains of the orbital defences. Some foul sorcery was clearly afoot, it always followed the sons of lorgar, coiling over their forms.   His brothers had done what they could to blunt the probing thrust but a squad of the enemy had managed to slip through the lines. The wardens gaze turned to the remnants of his command, this was a setback but it would not prove his end. Arathael thought of Champion Rios forlorn attempt to cut the head from the daemonic advance, a sound tactic in most cases but on this occasion fruitless. The blood of his sire burned hotter fuelled with increasing determination to right this wrong. He thought of the lives saved by falling back when the ancient foe proved too great. He would return to fight the foe again with fresh insight and caution, there was no ground both physical or metaphorical on which the 9th feared to tread