My 40k Tale V2 - Ch05b"Rasgreiz" on the shore of Treece LandingGracel held her hands to her chest as the backlash of psychic energy pulsed fiercley. Her retinue had been hit harder than she had thought they would, all of them sprawled on the ground and on the cargo ramp of the ship. She had only just fought off the worst of the energies and even that had caused her crippling pain.Silesian, Cadian, Mordian and other local clusters of Guard had sent detachments of their best regiments ahead to Treece Landing to secure a beachhead and landing point on the island city. It sat opposite Treece Square from the Emperor's Hill and would make an ideal push point to retake the island as the city only stretched ten kilometers east or west of the square. The command had decided to send in shock troops to secure the landing zone before their armoured divisions came across on the great naval float carriers and aerial haulers.Kevi and Yril would have been spared the worst of t
My 40k Tale V2 - Ch05Treece Square, HectorumFire raged as what was left of the flammable substances in and around the rockrete and stone buildings caught the flames licking at their edges from the streets outside the walls. Trak Six was now a charred skeleton still alight from the missile that had struck it, figures, bodies free of their flesh and those that were still melting off and being consumed lay strewn about the street. Matis was the luckiest of those left alive, if you could call seeing your death stalking towards you with slow purposeful strides and a smile of delight upon it's face, lucky."Matis to any allied units," he coughed, blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, "Cadian two-three-two, Gazr's Corp is under fire." he reached out with his remaining arm dragging himself out of the street as the black figures tread after him, their boots falling heavy on the street, "This is Sargent Matis of the Cadian two-three-two to any allied units, requesting artillery support in
My 40k Tale V2 - Ch04Rade City, Korin"I'm glad you accepted my offer, Ghenlin." Gracel said as she walked up the small ramp of the landing pad towards the Thunderhawk, and the man in the worn leather navy jacket who stood beside it."Don't thank me just yet, this bird is in a horrible way." he said without turning, rubbing the faintest of beards with his hand, "You'd think your folk could keep their equipment in proper order." he turned finally, his old brown eyes finding hers, "Servitor's are like guardsmen to your kind aren't they?""Hey." Kevi took a step forward up the ramp, Yril put a hand out to stop him, "Watch it old man.""Easy Kev, even I thought it was funny." Yril shook his head.Ghenlin looked much older than he was, his years of service to the Imperial Navy had taken a toll on his body. While he was only fifty years standard, he looked far older. Gracel could read his surface thoughts without much trouble, his mind was still racing around the idea of working for her.
My 40k Tale v2 - Ch03Treece Square, HectorumTeyman willed himself into the gravel and dust coated patch of earth beneath him as the heat from the lasfire above him beckoned to burn him. They'd made next to no progress in gaining the main square in front of the Treece House, which was by now without doubt controlled by the forces of the ruinous powers. Les and sarge were gone, the last shell blew everything about. The buildings they had been using as cover were now relics, cracked and broken two to five foot walls now all that remained of the two story buildings along the main, and only, street that lead to the square.He inched forward as surely as he could, his cover being reduced with every shot. He'd tried to check his personal vox the sarge had made his whole squad wear after their run on Tasurn when their command post had been overrun and left the whole battalion in disarray. He got nothing but the wash of static that cut in and out.