Corleonis

Subject: Corleonis Mon Feb 21, 2011 6:24 pm

This planet is located in the Eastern Fringe, where Imperial forces find themselves spread thin. In fact, Corleonis is easily classified as a feral world, so cut off is it from the Imperium. Most of the planet's surface is wet swampland, with jungles populated by deadly poisonous fauna and flora, and various human tribes.

The single capital city houses a population of spacefaring colonists, the main source of Imperial power on the planet. The barbarous, hardened, indigenous population is ripe for recruitment by Imperial forces. However, Corleonis is also vulnerable to attack...

Subject: Re: Corleonis Tue Feb 22, 2011 11:03 am

Six months earlier on the destroyed, war scarred Lorran IV, a fallen planet of the Imperium.

The mighty warboss Krazhkull impatiently barked at his mekboy, staring up into the atmosphere with some binoculars. "You'ze see somethin' or wot?"

The mekboy nodded,"Ye, boss! I gots a big'un up in them space orbitz!"

The warboss grunted,"Buh' is it big enuff? I don' want no weedy 'umie ship that's gonna fall apart when we start movin' propah!"

The mekboy lowered his binoculars for a second, pointing at a small dark silhouette in the sky. The warboss looked up also. "Dat'll do. Launch tha' teleporta rokkits and tha' forcefield rokkits!" The mekboy dropped the binoculars, hopping over to a lever with a small maniacal giggle. Below the ridge the two were standing on was a field of crudely made rockets, teleporter beacons or air bubble forcefields strapped on them or built inside. The mekboy yelled over the ridge,"Less' get rokkity!" He pulled the lever, and the ground quaked from the thunderous ignition of all the rocket's engines.

The rockets lifted off, some of them falling over and exploding. They picked up speed and were soon burning out of the atmosphere. All along the way, the poorly constructed rockets sputtered and cracked, some exploding in mid air or spinning off back into the ground. The mekboy ran over to where the boss stood, picking up his binoculars and looking up at the space hulk. Brownish red dots careened into it, some of them piercing it's hull and landing inside. A moment later, a huge forcefield filled with oxygen surrounded the spacehulk. The teleportas on the ground lit up, orange energy sparks arcing across the machine and sputtering fumes.

Krazhkull let out a thunderous bellow,"Get in them teleportas you gitz!" A horde of orks yelled in response, pouring into the teleporters. The Warboss shoved his way into the teleporta, instantly appearing inside the space hulk. As he walked through the rusted corridors, the sound of crude construction work echoed around him. He walked into the destroyed bridge, looking out into space with an uninterested grunt. His wyryd boy advisor floated up to him, cackling to himself. "Boss, I'ze got a good feeling about..." The ork shaman closed his eyes, pressing his stubby fingers to his temple, he slowly pointed his staff in the direction of a nearby system. "Dat di-rection." The boss snarled,"I'ze da boss, you'ze think you'ze give da' orders now?" The wyryd boy cackled again,"I knew you'd say that! No, boss, I ain't makin' decisions, I just gots a good feeling 'bout that di-rection." The warboss frowned, snapping his power klaw. "Awright, get them mekboys to get us where you'ze think is good!" The wyryd boy smiled, twirling away and spinning off, floating down the corridors, laughing. "I knew you'd say dat!"

Present time..

Imperial scanners pick up a large piece of space debris moving to the planet at fast speeds. It seems to be on a straight collision course for Corleonis. Suddenly, it's trajectory diverts and moves to orbit the planet. Imperial officials look to this with much confusion, as smaller pieces of debris are launched off of it, entering the atmosphere and landing elsewhere in the planet, deep in the swamplands..

The ork rockets depart from the space hulk, crashing into the trees and soft mud of the swamps. Orkz pour out of their rockets(if they survived) and begin shooting into the air wildly, smacking each other over the head excitedly and cheering for finding a planet. They begin to spread out into the jungle in their respective groups, while mekboys stay in the swamps, a deff dread cutting away at the trees while the mekboys set up the camp and 'uge teleporta. The orks in the swamplands indulge their brute violent sense on the vicious wildlife, and, with less satisfaction of a good fight, the human tribes.

Subject: Re: Corleonis Wed Feb 23, 2011 4:39 am

Shas'O Sa'Cea Kais Tau'Va crept forward and scanned the horizon. His small squad remained cautious and alert while they paused in the thickly wooded jungle.

The Shas'Ui approached his squad "As you know, we are far from camouflaged here." He pauses and looks around his weary squad. "We have a job to do, for T'au, the Fire Caste, and the greater good!"

He gestures towards the faint outlines of a city on the horizon. "The imperium of man has left this planet ripe for the taking, we're going to-"

"Orks!" calls a Kroot shaper, suddenly standing.

The squad leaps into action finding themselves suddenly faced with an unstoppable horde of green flesh bounding down on their position.

Subject: Re: Corleonis Wed Feb 23, 2011 12:51 pm

The orks pour through the foliage,"WAAAAAAAAGH!"

A nob shoots his kustom shoota in the air, shoving the boyz forward as he yells.
"We'ze got dem bug eyez wiff' prit-ee shootas! Let's kill'um, and loot their shootas!"

"Augh, dat 'urts!"

"Hit 'em, shoot 'em! Loot 'em!"

Orks charge forward, some falling face forward into the mud as the supreme firepower of the Tau cut them down, but more push forward from the sides.

Subject: Re: Corleonis Wed Feb 23, 2011 3:18 pm

"For the greater good we must fall back! Fall back!" calls the Shas'Ui.

Several firewarriors lower their rifles and attempt to retreat but are quickly overwelmed by the rampaging forces.

The commander levels his barrels at the green wave fast surrounding him, covering his comms officer as he sends a final message back to Sa'Cea.

"For T'au we give our lives." he calls, rallying his troops to him.

"For the Fire Caste!"

The firewarriors fight valiantly, but are overwelmed as the swarming orks break through the few kroot holding them back.

- Elsewhere on Sa'Cea, Fire Caste Headquarters -

The technician looked up from the console and gestured for the nearby lesser etheral to come over.

"What is it son of Ukos?"

"It's from Corleonis, the squad was overwhelmed by orks."

The etherals face turns a lighter shade of blue as he gravely utters "Then it seems the prophecy is becoming true."

Subject: Re: Corleonis Wed Feb 23, 2011 5:55 pm

**The orks from all over the swamp bear down on the Tau squad, having heard the gunfight. Large caliber and inaccurate machineguns cut swaths through the swamp's foliage, cutting down some charging orks recklessly. Sluggas armed with a choppa and slugga pistol run forward, beating down on the kroot as they hold them back from advancing. A nob breaks through the kroot, smacking one down and blasting on it with his kustom shoota. He runs forward, leading the charge to finish the Tau fire warriors, raising his shoota in the air as he yells. "Raaarrghh! Good fight, Good fight! Ahahah!"

He stops abruptly, firing his shoota at the squad as the sluggas move forward, getting cut down by more Tau fire. The Tau hold their own against the horde, but more come in from all sides, once the sluggas get into close quarters with the Tau fire caste, they are quickly dispatched.

An ork holds up a Tau rifle,"Look wot I got!" As a mob of his colleagues begin to squabble and fight over it. The nob fires into the air. "Get movin' you gets, the boss wants ya' to keep movin' to them 'umies, not fight over the prit-ee shootas!" The sluggas obey the nob, moving forward into the swamp, still alot of ground to cover until they reach the city.

The nob stands over the many ork bodies shot up by the tau. "Them bug eyez ain't so tough." Before charging forward into the brush.

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*** Lord-General Hage looks down at the vox reciever, listening to the message.

"Any imperial guard forces in the sector, please respond! This is the planetary defence forces of Corelonis. We've got greenskins! Repeat; we've got greenskins, and they're coming down on us fast! There was some sort of firefight out in the swamps.. W-we don't know what it was, but we're sure the Orks are involved...

We need immediate assistance or we're all doomed! Please respond!"

He looks over to the navigator, and gives him a single nod before he turns on his heel and marches of.

Subject: Re: Corleonis Thu Feb 24, 2011 11:36 am

The warboss stands around a group of mekboys piecing together his armor, his pointy stik trophee rack mounted with a space marine helmet, a skull with an imperial guard helmet, and various other anonymous skulls, all human however. The mekboys finish welding on his armor, complete with a huge looted machinegun on his shoulder manned by a gretchin. He picks up his mighty chain axe and steps into the teleporta, instantly appearing in the swamplands, already affected heavily by the ork spores.

"Raagghh. Get da boiz togetha', they'ze gonna attack tha' city too soon, we has ta' get our vehikuls ready. So get ta' work!" He back hands a mekboy with his power klaw, who gets up and hops back up to a war trukk, building it faster.

The warboss stomps off slowly into the swamp, grumbling lowly.

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*** A semi-large imperial fleet consisting of several cruisers drops out of warp travel, and slowly moves into orbit of the planet. Luckily, it is nowhere near the ork spacehulk, and does not know of its presence yet.

From one of the cruisers a squadron of 3 Valkyrie transports shoot off towards the planet.

The three valkyries set down inbetween the Ork horde and the capital city, some distance away from both.
The three squads of 12 grenadiers each begin slowly and cautiously moving towards the area of the swamp where the Tau got trampled by the Orkz, without as much as a word.

Meanwhile, shuttles begin ferrying men and equipment from the fleet down to the capital city at a terribly slow rate of roughly 50 men and a single tank every hour.

Subject: Re: Corleonis Fri Feb 25, 2011 11:57 am

The orks continue their advance through the swamps to the city, the warboss now leading them. Wartrukks and looted tanks get stuck in the muck and mud, mekboys angrily arguing and bickering at each other as they have some of tha boyz shove them out of the mud. Deff dreads have little problem in the mud, clearing away the trees happily with their saw blades and flame throwers.

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***The 3 squads of Grenadiers suddenly become aware of the ruckus the Orkz are causing by plowing through the forest and yelling at eachother. All of them stop in unison like a well-oiled machine of war. A single word from one of the Watchmasters send the squads quickly scattering to the sides, hiding in thick brushes and foliage as best they can.

Their uniforms' black colours of the 5h Siege Regiment don't really help them in their endeavour, but that doesn't seem to stop them from trying.

As the Orkz approach they lay still as corpses, barely breathing in their respirators, some of them holding grenades at the ready.

The forces being ferried into town have already begun digging in, the 100 men currently on the planet already beginning to dig trenches and set up emplacements as best they can.

The men currently planet-side lack heavy fire support though, not counting the two Leman Russ tanks.

The forces consist mainly of veterans from 5th Siege Regiment, who participated in the Siege of Vraks. The majority of them are carrying the standard-issue Death Korps lasgun, and a few squads of grenadier veterans equipped with the so-called "Hellguns". There also a handful of Guardsmen wielding plasma guns, spread out along the trench lines as best as possible.

The two Leman Russ tanks quickly set up in defensive positions, one of them getting into position on the edge of the city, overwatching the swamp in the direction the Orkz are coming from. The other Leman Russ hangs back closer to the centre, ready to deploy to anywhere it is needed around the city.

Subject: Re: Corleonis Fri Feb 25, 2011 6:40 pm

A Tau custodian class drifts into the planet's orbit, launching three castellation escorts to engage the imperial fleet as it dispatches several orca dropships towards the surface.

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*** The imperial cruisers and battle cruiser immediately open up fire, launching everything they have at the Tau. Barrages from the weapon batteries launch forward at their puny xeno escort ships at great speed. A dozen Thunderbolts scramble after a few minutes from one of the cruisers, launching for whatever is left of the Tau escorts.

Subject: Re: Corleonis Fri Feb 25, 2011 7:30 pm

Several tau engineers groan loudly, stamping their hooves on the metal decking as their hastily modified AI controlled escorts are destroyed.

"The air caste will not be happy, what is the status of the dropships?" asks an officer.

"All 3 are on decent now sir, they report no signs of detection."

-Meanwhile-

"This is Sigma 3, deploying stealthsuits now."

The third dropship slows its decent, the other two quickly passing it. It deploys its hatch and cold air gushes in. Several firewarriors struggle to keep hold of their equipment as 3 XV8 stealthsuits shuffle out of the hatch, freefalling to the planets surface.

They fire their retros seconds before landing, a soft thud is heard before they activate their stealth generators and creep into a nearby ruined structure.

"This is Sigma 2. We have landed, deploying forces and establishing a defensive perimeter."

The 24 landed warriors bustle around setting up emergency emplacements and pop-up walls. Forgoing 9 of their crisis suits had allowed them to bring extra defences.

Sigma 3 lands shortly, issuing a signal to the Tau fleet who warp out of orbit.

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***The Imperial fleet pursues the Tau for a moment, their Thunderbolts just lining up for an attack-run on it as it warps out.

The Thunderbolts quickly swing around and return to their hangars, the fleet continuing to slowly orbit the planet, the shuttles still going at full force.

Down on the surface, the grenadier squads are still waiting in ambush, and the defenders of the city now reaching a number of 150 soldiers with 3 Leman Russ battle tanks, the new arrival being a specialized Leman Russ Vanquisher. One of the only three currently in service with the 8th Siege Army.

The newly arrived Vanquisher takes up a place a few dozen meters behind the Leman Russ positioned towards the incoming Ork horde. The 50 new men quickly get to work helping the trench-digging and emplacement-setting. The new arrivals also brought with them a single heavy-weapons squad, which puts 2 heavy bolters and a mortar on the battlefield.

The bolters are positioned on opposite sides of the trench-lines looking out towards the swamp and Ork horde, and the mortar is positioned far back by the Vanquisher, in a hole dug by the mortar crew.

Subject: Re: Corleonis Fri Feb 25, 2011 8:29 pm

The orks advance all around the swamp, moving to towards the city. A Kommando nob shoves his way through the orks moving forward back to the Warboss. "Boss, me and me boyz saw some Guard 'umies settin' up in front of tha' city!" The Warboss lets out a laugh,"Imperial Guard. Them'ze boyz is almost as weak as Eldar! Get to tha' front and tell the boyz ta' stop when we get close." The nob runs ahead, shoving orks out of the way. The grenadier squads are never noticed.

An hour later, the orks stop upon the command of the nob, in anger they all stop, yelling at each other. The warboss advances, smacking a yelling ork out of the way with his axe. He yells,"Let's get killy lads! Ere' we go!" The boyz turn and run forward enthusiastically, the wartrukks, deff dreads, and looted tank charging forward suicidally. The ground quakes and the air is filled with a massive yell.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH." A moment later the foliage rustles and orks charge forward, war trukks stopping at the foliage and firing their heavy guns, dropping off orks and pulling back.

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*** For a few moments, everything is silent on the Death Korps trenchline, a few new arrivals quickly moving into cover in the trenches. Roughly twenty of them are mowed down in the initial rain of fire, and the Vanquisher's tracks are taken off by one of the looted tank's shells.

Only after the greenskins have advanced several meters the first shot is fired by the Death Korps. With a single loud crack the Vanquisher cannon fires its highly-penetrating armour-piercing shot directly at one of the looted tanks.

After the first shot of the Vanquisher cracks off, a single yell can be heard from the line as a figure stands up, his hat denoting his Commisar-position, the Death Korps banner flying high in the wind behind him.

"SHOW THE EMPEROR SACRIFICE, DEATH KORPS!"

The entire line opens up at once, heavy bolters and and lasguns going off in unison. Plasma guns begin laying down fury like no Hell has ever had, and the Hellguns of the grenadiers begin snapping of high-powered lasgun shots. The mortar begins dropping shots on the approaching greenskins from afar, and the second Leman Russ tank at the front line begins firing all its weapons at once.

*** From behind the greenskin wave, the grenadiers quickly move up, grenades in hand. One of the Watchmasters lets out a single yell, "GO!", and the grenadiers throw their anti-tank krak grenades directly at any vehicle they can reach.
As the grenades begin to go off, the three dozen soldiers rush forward with their hellguns firing wildly at the greenskins. As they get closer, they quickly drop their rifles and withdraw their shovels and bayonetts, trying to cut down as many greenskins as they can in melee before they are faced with their fate.

*** Meanwhile, the one reserve Leman Russ tank recieves a short vox message.
"Tank group 1 here. Greenskin attack on front. Tank group 2 requested at front trenches. Over."
"Roger that. Tank group 2 inbound. Over."
The Leman Russ' crew immediately revs up their engines and set off for the front trenches.

Subject: Re: Corleonis Fri Feb 25, 2011 11:58 pm

**The orks are mowed down, but more pour through, their choppas raised and dirty machineguns aimed as they charge. The shell from the Vanquisher crushes a looted tank's hull inward, an explosions rocketing out of the top hatch. Orks with heavy machineguns plant their feet in the ground, firing their large caliber, inaccurate weapons on the trenches. "DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA!" Orks charging from afar get blown apart by mortars, the orks behind them merely charging over the bits of ork like nothing had happened.

A few Orkz turn and run.

"We'ze gettin' chopped up propah! RUN!"

"They'ze got too much DAKKA! We'ze ain't killy enough!"

As the orkz run back to the foliage, the Kommando Nob blasts them in the chest with his kustom shoota, yelling in his deep voice,"I'ze da biggest 'ere, and I sez you don't run! The rest of ya'z, GET IN DERE!" He shoves the next wave to their likely death by heavy gunfire.

**The wartrukks that were retreating from the front line are hit, engines exploding and trukks losing control. Few survive, moving on. A Deff Dread charges the grenadiers, a vicious vocoded cackle coming from it as it snaps it's power klaws, before a few grenades are thrown at it's hull, the mekboy inside blow apart as the deff dread collapses heavily. This catches the Warboss's attention, still lumbering slowly at the back of the charge, he turns, growling lowly. Orks break off from the charge and run forward past the Boss, choppas raised, as shootas take cover behind some trees, their inaccurate guns shooting down a few of their own. The choppas are mowed down by the initial fire of the Grenadiers, more pouring through and getting locked in melee combat with them.

The warboss advances, any ork in his way meets his axe. The gretchin with the mounted machinegun on his shoulder goes crazy on the grenadiers, as he charges forward into the fight. Sweeping his power klaw he clears a group of his orks out of the way, and begins to tear apart at the small 'umies with bayonets and entrenchment tools, his tough skin barely even affected by it.

**Back at the main teleporta camp, a few large, crude ork kannons are being set up. The head mekboy yells,"Aim dat way! No, up more! More! Dat's tha' sky ya' shtupid git!"

**While at the forward ork camp deeper in the swamp, some smaller orks assist a large group of Skyboyz in putting their suicidal rocket packs on, the heavily scarred nob brute grinning, he grabs his choppa and runs ahead into the foliage. "I bet'ze dem 'umies ain't gonna see us comin'!

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*** The grenadiers fight bravely, not showing a single hint of fear as the Warboss begins tearing them apart. After some fierce fighting they're all nothing but mutilated corpses scattered around the jungle slightly.
One of the Watchmasters lays propped against a tree, a gaping wound in his gut. He struggles for a while and manages to take out one of his frag grenades. He yanks the pin out, and uses his last ounce of strength to hurl it at any greenskin close enough. After he has thrown the explosive, he falls over forward from the throw and stops struggling, letting go off life.

*** The main trenches are being hit hard, with heavy casualties. The Vanquisher Leman Russ manages to fire off one more shot before a stray shell from a looted tank manages to hit its fuel supply, causing a massive explosion that takes out several of the Kriegers.

*** After a few minutes of fierce fighting, only about 75 men and the two Leman Russ tanks remain.
Once again, the Commisar stands up, raising his sword to the sky.

"MEN OF KRIEG! FORWARD!"

The soldiers quickly get up from their entrenched positions, all of them running straight for the greenskin horde, bayonetts at the ready. The Commisar himself is at the front of the charge, using both sword and bolter pistol to take out the greenskins as best he can.
The Kriegers are mowed down left and right by the heavy fire, and a few die to friendly fire from a few stray Leman Russ shells.

The tanks follow the suicide-charge, the crew firing everything they have at the green xenos. The turrets and guns work frantically as the veteran crew pushes the machine to its limits, trying to utterly annihilate the Orkz. But they leave themselves extremely open to fire as they do so.

*** A single man lays dying back in the trenches, his left leg blown off. He slowly crawls over to the vox caster, and sends out a message.

"5th Company. Sustaining heavy losses. Vanquisher destroyed. City has been lost. Repeat; City has been lost. We die... for the Emperor.."

With his final word, the Krieger slowly sinks down into the muddy trench with a sigh as his final breath.

The shuttles moving men and equipment come to a halt, and they all return to their respective cruisers, the fleet simply remaining in orbit.

Subject: Re: Corleonis Sat Feb 26, 2011 12:26 pm

**The grenade detonates under some celebrating orkz, their body parts showering the rest of the orks, as they fire on the already dead Watchmaster.

**The Nob laughs,"De'ze 'umies are stupid, they should stick to wot they know! Shootin' and runnin'. Come on boyz, USE YER CHOPPAS! Oi, kommandoz, get doz tanks!" The nob lets out a short burst from his kustom shoota before dropping it, grabbing two choppas attached to his pack and charging forward into the group with a toothy grin. Some orks are killed in the initial charge, most of the kills by the Lord Commissar and the tanks however. The kommandoz go in cloak, trying to sneak their way around the tanks and plant tankbusta mines on them.

Subject: Re: Corleonis Sat Feb 26, 2011 12:35 pm

A stealth suit abruptly decloaks, crushing a kommando under it's heavy feet.

"The Fire Caste has arrived."

It begins to fire on the Kommandoz the remaining two firing while cloaked.

As they cripple the flanking attempt they retreat back under the cover of stealth, but not before one suit is partially damaged by stray fire from the imperial forces.

Subject: Re: Corleonis Sat Feb 26, 2011 1:14 pm

Near the planet of Corleonis, space begins to distort, light bending as if seen through an irregular lens. Finally, space itself seems to open, revealing the pinkish color of the Warp. A few Imperial ships emerge, clearly identifiable as vessels of the Adeptus Astartes.

On an encoded Imperial channel, this message sounds: "This is the Sanctus Blade, Battle Barge of the Imperial Swords Chapter. We are here to assist in retaking Corleonis."

The Battle Barge holds back, its few long-range batteries firing at any visible enemy ships with shattering force. A relatively tiny group of escorts, led by one Strike Cruiser, and consisting of 3 Hunter Destroyers and 5 Gladius Frigates begins heading towards the planet, hoping to go unnoticed against the backdrop of the Battle Barge. A second Strike Cruiser and a single Nova Frigate holds back with the Sanctus Blade.

As the Strike Cruiser nears the planet, a second transmission is sent to any Imperial forces on the surface. "Our cannons are prepared to deliver Orbital Bombardment to the enemy. We request only coordinates."

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*** The suicidal charge by the Death Korps is trampled, their men laying scattered everywhere on the battlefield, all of them dead or dying. The only remaining is the two Leman Russes, one of which suddenly grinds to a halt, the entire machine seemingly dying.

Soon after it stops, it's struck by a looted tank's shell and the crew is killed inside, leaving only one survivor. This one survive can be seen crawling out of the turret, his left arm missing. After getting out he stands up and staggers, making him fall off the turret. He hits the ground below like a ragdoll, not getting up again.

*** The crew of the final Leman Russ continues to work their tank to the point where it is close to collapsing under its own weight, in a desperate attempt to vanquish the Ork horde on their own.

"This is --zzzhh--group--tzztt-rleonis. Fire--zzzhh- sect--zzzttth-62-32--zztt. Re--zztth-eat; R462-3292."

Subject: Re: Corleonis Sat Feb 26, 2011 1:39 pm

Almost immediately, a huge swath of jungle is illuminated by an almost divine-looking golden light. Droplets of water, blood, and the remains of various combatants floats up, as would any xenos caught in this large area, helpless to escape in the nullified gravity.

The glow intensifies, until finally, the entire jungle shakes with the force of the Strike Cruiser's guns, blasting apart anything caught in their path to pieces. Trees and bodies splinter apart, flinging shrapnel and body parts in every direction. The jungle is blasted into blackened craters, with sizzling guts strewn all over the broken trees.

Before the smoke and debris even has a chance to settle, drop pods are heard thundering down behind the front lines. Two squads of Scout Marines emerge, armed with Sniper Rifles. They begin ascending the trees, moving as stealthily as they can. Closer to the site of the Korps's heroic stand, more drop-pods still make landings. Four squads total emerge from the pods: two Tactical Squads, each armed with Plasma Rifles, and two Assault Squads, two members of each equipped with Flamers. The Tactical Squads take advantage of the fortifications constructed by the Korps, and the Assault Marines skirt into the jungle, to the side of the battle.

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***Two survivors of the Korps slowly come walking up towards the trenches from behind. The two manning the mortar wasn't in earshot during the charge, and only realised what had happened now.

They both of them walk up to and man the heavy bolter on the right flank, overwatching the jungle. They do this without a single word to the space marines, only responding if spoken to. Any questions are simply answered with "yes" or "no", or with other extremely short, to-the-point answers.