Rotarian Gambit, The Dark Angel Defense
After stopping the Death Guard summoning ritual the Dark Angels were in a precarious position, moving the relic was not an easy task and they had a shrinking window of time to move it off planet. All they needed was a fraction more, and Azrael had a plan to buy them some.
The Death Guard counter attack was coming, it was a matter of when.
The Sons of Caliban had set up a makeshift position in a crumbling industrial sector on the outskirts of the Rotarian capital. It provided enough cover to prevent the Praetorians from simply teleporting in and was crowded enough to stop the relic from lighting up the orbitable scans.
There were 3 locations that could have held the relic, and the Sons of Mortarian had limited resources. They needed to hit them hard and recover the relic before the Dark Angels could escape.
As their old namesake suggested, the Death Guard bells could be heard tolling just as the sun had started its decent. It wasn't often those outside of the Inquisition could make that connection, but the Dark Angels were some of the Imperium's oldest and finest.
The haze of the sun cutting through the thick atmosphere obscured the horizon as the bells and the droning of plague flies grew louder. It wasn't long before the squad stationed in the heights of the ruined building had reported the hulking monstrosities fast approaching. Despite the newer filtration systems of the Primarus helmets, the stench still caused several of the marines to gag.
The first squad had only just sent word that the enemy was approaching when a huge crash took their eyes off the approaching daemon engines. A bloat drone had crashed through the lower floor of their position, the sound echoed off the surrounding buildings in a sick cacophony of wet gore and muted gurgled screaming. Several brother lost to the hovering monstrosity, the Knights moved in to protect the tarped crates.
Not some 200 meters away the scream of plasma signaled a fiery end for Daemon Prince leading the warband. The finest plasma weapons the imperium has to offer sending the dark prince back in to the garden of the plague father.
A rhino with flailing tentacles had made a beeline up toward the center building, spewing noxious smoke out of what looked like every gap in its sickly armor. Whilst it did make firing at the armor harder it had obscured Brother Redemptor Ananiel from the forces behind the transport. The Redemptor Dreadnaught announced his presence with full volley's from each arm and a swarm of assault grenades. Whilst the Death Guard were known for their resilience, there was little that could stop the onslaught from wiping several plague marines from existence.
Three lenses glinted in the setting sun as the tracks of the Blight haulers moved every forward. Several missile volley's launched into the entrenched positions of the Dark Angels and whilst several brother did fall, the speed and efficiency of the Apothecary kept the remainder of the squad in good enough health to fire back.
As the turmoil unfolded a pack of poxwalkers lumbered up behind the death guard forces, from roaming the city or the personal stock of the Praetorians, they hungered for flesh unbridled with Nurgles gifts. The silent eerie smiles of the recently dead did not go unnoticed by the 1st Chapters Hellblasters, the blue glow from their heavy plasma illumated the ruined tower they had holed up in. A wall of scorching death ripped though nearly half the poxwalkers. Though they advanced completely unperturbed by the ash piles fresh beside them.
As the smoke cleared from the rhino
The Death Guard counter attack was coming, it was a matter of when.
The Sons of Caliban had set up a makeshift position in a crumbling industrial sector on the outskirts of the Rotarian capital. It provided enough cover to prevent the Praetorians from simply teleporting in and was crowded enough to stop the relic from lighting up the orbitable scans.
There were 3 locations that could have held the relic, and the Sons of Mortarian had limited resources. They needed to hit them hard and recover the relic before the Dark Angels could escape.
As their old namesake suggested, the Death Guard bells could be heard tolling just as the sun had started its decent. It wasn't often those outside of the Inquisition could make that connection, but the Dark Angels were some of the Imperium's oldest and finest.
The haze of the sun cutting through the thick atmosphere obscured the horizon as the bells and the droning of plague flies grew louder. It wasn't long before the squad stationed in the heights of the ruined building had reported the hulking monstrosities fast approaching. Despite the newer filtration systems of the Primarus helmets, the stench still caused several of the marines to gag.
The first squad had only just sent word that the enemy was approaching when a huge crash took their eyes off the approaching daemon engines. A bloat drone had crashed through the lower floor of their position, the sound echoed off the surrounding buildings in a sick cacophony of wet gore and muted gurgled screaming. Several brother lost to the hovering monstrosity, the Knights moved in to protect the tarped crates.
Not some 200 meters away the scream of plasma signaled a fiery end for Daemon Prince leading the warband. The finest plasma weapons the imperium has to offer sending the dark prince back in to the garden of the plague father.
A rhino with flailing tentacles had made a beeline up toward the center building, spewing noxious smoke out of what looked like every gap in its sickly armor. Whilst it did make firing at the armor harder it had obscured Brother Redemptor Ananiel from the forces behind the transport. The Redemptor Dreadnaught announced his presence with full volley's from each arm and a swarm of assault grenades. Whilst the Death Guard were known for their resilience, there was little that could stop the onslaught from wiping several plague marines from existence.
Three lenses glinted in the setting sun as the tracks of the Blight haulers moved every forward. Several missile volley's launched into the entrenched positions of the Dark Angels and whilst several brother did fall, the speed and efficiency of the Apothecary kept the remainder of the squad in good enough health to fire back.
As the turmoil unfolded a pack of poxwalkers lumbered up behind the death guard forces, from roaming the city or the personal stock of the Praetorians, they hungered for flesh unbridled with Nurgles gifts. The silent eerie smiles of the recently dead did not go unnoticed by the 1st Chapters Hellblasters, the blue glow from their heavy plasma illumated the ruined tower they had holed up in. A wall of scorching death ripped though nearly half the poxwalkers. Though they advanced completely unperturbed by the ash piles fresh beside them.
As the smoke cleared from the rhino
Conflict Type
Battle
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