Bets please! Who will win the possible Engagement of turn 11?
This is just pure awesomeness, can it be we merely reached only half of the battle? There is another part of this neverending glory?! ...I'm still looking at the pictures... and just... wow...
//Roleplay of Turn 9 and Turn 10.//
~The storm grows, unceaseable... it's enormous majesty, may break this world apart... but not our willing to fight!~ *Commissar Holt was looking up high on the skies. Face and hand bandaged, small dose painkiller injected and he is ready to move again. His tinnitus gone, the sounds of battle was heard clearly again. But it was his eyes that caught interest!
In the smoke gulfed air, a lone bomber, chased by nine ork stukkas! Impressive and brave manouvres was demonstrated, as the pilot tried everything to avoid the inevitable.
The fall of the heroic pilot, was escorted by the respectful salute of around half the men in the palace, including the political officer, who got suddenly interrupted by a vox operator guardsman.
-Sir! We have received a vox message from Lord Commissar Yarrick!
-Does the Lord still in contact?
-No sir! Lost connection, but I recorded the message.
-Play it then loudly!
-Yes sir! *The vox operator turns the speaker on, turns the volume bone max, and plays the urgent message. The old man's hoarsely voice filled the large palace chamber where the VII. mechanized company, some seceded troops and refugees resided.*
-"by now you Commissar Holt are at the command of the defense of the Governor Palace. We don't know what will happen on the space bay, don't look at this. Defend the palace at any cost, to the last man."
*Silence sitted inside the chamber, while outside the Hive hurtled all over, with clashes of thousands, men, ork and steel. The political officer calmly walked into the middle of his men. His bandaged hand rested on the ricasso of his chainsword.*
-Sergeant Moloch!
-Yef fir? *A bald, scant teethed, but strenghtful man stood up.*
-Take the yellow squad around the palace corridors, and organize scout positions. Report immideatly if anything nears the palace!
-YEF FIR! *some spit squirted* YOU CAN COUNT ON ME! *the yellow squad left the chamber, boots knocked on the shiny tiles, las ammunitions, frag grenades rattled, while some leaked swears restlessly tries avoiding Commissar Holts ears.
-Lieutenant Feitcher!
-Yes officer Holt? *A young fair-haired, rigid, scarless uniform stepped closer.*
-I need a report of the company general state, and surveying among these refugees, and the seceded troops. We are going to need every available hand.
-Yes officer Holt. I understand and ready to execute. *The answer was somewhat overconfident. Just as the eyes of men, around Holt. They feared and respected him, tried to show courage, but deep inside dreadness dominated their hearts. The hell, which Infernus become, was too much for them.*
-I know what you feel. I remember it from my cadet years. *Some of the men may have noticed a tiny comprehension in the political officers voice.*
~Can it be?~ *That was their thought, and they continued to listen.*
-Our very lives are at stake, and there is a significant possibility that we are going to lose every one of it!
~It can't be!~
-It is these times when he have nowhere to turn, but to the Emperor! For safety, you think?
No!
For honor, that we shall serve the Imperium in it's darkest hours! That is our duty, that is our fate!
Why would our Immortal Lord require us to withstand hell itself?!
I personally experienced the answer at Volistad!
Just like Infernus! Volistad was in flames, ignited by orks savagery! I saw it all there! Regiments of tanks, artillery gunned them down, engines of war vaporized them, the fylers of the proud Navy shadowed the sky with their fury... Yet! *His word waved through the wobbly civilians and soldiers.*
None... of these could hold off the ork invaders... NONE, but only ONE! *Holt held a short pause, and continued with a more heightened protrusion.*
The very ranks of infantry! Tens of thousands men, and women! You!
It all turned the tides at Volistad as the ork attacks got paced down, for every metres they advanced and in the final battle, they got repelled by the tenacity of guardsmen!
This is the morale of Volistad.
*Commissar Holt pulls out his laspistol, showing an engravement on it: "Morale of Volistad"*
And I Am determined to carry out it's will on Infernus!
