- Imperial Forces: Astartes of the Crimson Fists
- Chaos Forces: Renegade Krieg
- Points value: 800 points on each side
- Combat objectives Imperium and Chaos: Slay the Warlord. Annihilate the enemy.
[Author: Crimson Fist storyline - Anders A, Krieg storyline - Mattias]
Crimson Fists, Forward battle camp:
|Crimson Fists advancing|
|Chapter Master Pedro and his Sternguard|
”Rise my warriors! I salute your progress but we have much more to attend to.” Pedro held his helmet under his arm and his cleanly shaved head shone when it was touched by the sun. He was the incarnation of strenght and sternness, his face finely lined with age and his eyes spoke wisdom. ”Mount up, we are heading deeper into the city. Zebaot shall find escaping us a difficult venture. I´m taking personal command from this point onwards."
They headed through several sectors of hab blocks and great manufactorums as they moved ever closer to the center of the city. An hour or so into the patrol and still nothing. All was quiet around them and Lucenzo looked at his battle brothers. ”They could sure use a cleaning of their armor.” He considered when a rocket hit their rhino. ”INCOMING!” ”EVASIVE MANOUVERS!” the vox crackled with furious chatter. ”Contact left and right, set up overwatch positions!” Pedro´s voice boomed. ”Lucenzo, take your squad down the left. Second squad down the right. Hernando, assist second. I shall carry the center.” He continued.
|Renegade Krieg fortification|
Rebel Command Center:
As the centaur sped towards the main boulevard and the frontal command center Vera had felt, rather than heard, the impacts of orbital bombardment all over the sector.
Her job wasn’t to win this battle, but to show the Imperial enemy that the rebellion still was in control. That the Teacher could command the same fatalistic loyalty as the empire did.
|Rebel Command Center|
This wasn’t about winning. This was about goading the Imperials. And to sacrifice herself for the glory of the Teacher.
A Rhino transport sped towards the barricades, skidding as it halted to release a squad of armoured astartes.
As the front was crumbling Vera finally identified a price worth taking. A great dreadnought advanced, keeping the left side of the grand boulevard under control with focused bursts of bolter fire. Vera licked her lips in nervous anticipation. The voxoperater relayed her order. “Take it down. The dreadnought is the prize”
|The Woman on the Roof|
A white-hot projectile finally broke the dreadnought’s decimeter-thick armor and it came to a sudden halt, its limbs twitching in mechanical spasms. This was a death the Crimson Fists would mourn.
The bright doorway was blocked for a second before the whole wall imploded. She squinted as she realized the astartes officer bore a proud banner over his armored shoulders. Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Chaptermaster Pedro Kantor”. On weak knees she barely managed a clumsy salute with her blade before the whole room was destroyed in a hail of bolter fire.
The fighting was over and Lucenzo looked around. Bodies lay heaped all across the intersection. Some astartes but so many more guardsmen. In the midst of it all his chapter master stood, eyeing a parchment. Behind him lay the ruins of Hernando, the ancient dreadnought. Lucenzo cursed but if only the sarcophagus was intact he could be restored. Then Pedro´s voice was on the vox. ”Our enemy eludes us but he can´t run forever. This map shows the entrance to an underground system of culverts. Our destination is now sector Amalthea. Or rather, what lies below I expect it is there we shall find this teacher...”
He spoke. ”Going underground? Well we are already in hell.” Lucenzo thought and then called out to his squad: ”Mount up, we are going on a rat hunt.”
Everything had gone black. She had tumbled into the abyss with nothing to stop her. But a warm sweet smell had reached her from the darkness beyond. With a scream she opened her eyes. Around her it was quiet but the evidence of battle was apparent. From the carnage that had once been her squad she slowly rose. Her wounds did not hurt and she could feel a new kind of strenght in her veins. Her armor was ripped open in many places and a greenish fluid slowly trickled from the bullet holes. His voice inside her head!
"Return to me!" It commanded. She had but to obey.
Additional images courtesy of the ECBE (Esteemed Conclave for Battle Evaluation), Astra Militarum: