Snippet #802999

Kasrkin-Sergeant Erik Hanson stared at the devastaion spreading out below the Valkyrie as it swept over the Krieg battlelines. The battle had spread from the outer fringes of the hive, back into the close packed warren of streets leading up to the colossal hive tower. Flashes of crimson las fire marked the close range firefights between the Cultists and the Guardsmen. Occassionally an RPG or a burst of stubber fire would rip close to the Valkyrie causing it to jerk wildly in the air. The thrusters screamed as the pilot gunned the engines for their approach run. He checked his carapace armour and adjusted the holster for his bolt pistol on his hip.
The Valkyrie contained his ten man assult team plus Commisar Karandine and two crewmen. He swiveled his head and looked down the narrow eisle at his team. They had been together since the first founding of the 501st on Cadia over 20 years ago. They had all survived assults on Tau bunkers on Dal'yth, Blood Pact armour charges on Morlond and they were going to survive a cityfight on a backwater world in the middle of nowhe.....
The chatter of bolter fire cut through Hanson's thoughts as the door gunner unloaded the weapon into the Cultists as the Valkyrie swept low over the battle. The pilot cut in over the squads microbead link. "T-minus one minute to drop ladies." Hanson drew his bolt pistol and power sword, pulling the full-face matt green visor down over his face. the visor clicked into place and a myriad of symbols and numbers flashed up onto the back of his retina. He checked the straps and webbing on the urban grey armour and ordered his squad to their feet as the iridescent green glow of the drop light flickered on the roof hull. The chatter of the door gunners bolter and the woosh of rockets filled his hearing as he aproached the rear ramp. he quickly attached the thin drop cable to his webbing and jumped.
The world flashed past him as he slid down the drop cable, his squad behind him. The soles of his boots snapped against the conncrete street as he landed, snapping his bolt pistol up and quickly decapitating a cultist with a rapid burst. He disconnected from the drop cable and dived behind a pockmarked concrete road barrier as a support weapon in a nearby building unleashed a torrent of hard slugs in his general direction. He looked to his left, the display on the back of his retina blurring with the motion, his squad was beside him now, snapping rapid bursts of hellgun fire at the building. The support weapon continued to belch fire like some primeaval dragon, the hard rounds making a pinging noise as they ricoched off the road surface.
Quickly snapping his head above cover, Hanson spotted the support weapon in the upstairs window. "Golinski" he bellowed in his best parade ground voice. "Get the Gak-head on the stubber!" Golinski was a stocky, built like a grox. He swiftly unslung the compact rocket launcher from his shoulder and braced it against the barrier, when a lasbolt whipped from the building catching him in the throat. He toppled backwards, a smoking hole where his larynx used to be. Hanson cursed under his breath, not stopping to mourn the death of his comrade. He crawled down the length of the road barrier, his prone form chased by hard rounds and lasbolts. He wrenched the bulbous tube from Golinski's deathgrip and pointed it at the window, bracing it on his shoulder as bolts of crimson energy scorched the air around him. Hanson squeezed the trigger, sending the rocket hurtling into the apartment block in a plume of dirty grey smoke. The buildings facade exploded with a loud crump in a shower of broken shards of rock. Hanson turned away from the devastaion and directed his squad in the direction of the arch enemy troopers hurteling down the street towards the Kasrkins. Before the ionising cracks of lasfire filled the boulevard Hanson heard Karandie roar; "Kasrkins, show these heretics the God-Emperor's light!"