Resilient Prologue Session 1

<TheResilientGM> "We, gentlemen, have been honored with the task of giving the enemy the Imperial Greeting". Sgt Amis is a figure who embodies the years of experience under his belt. He is the sort of rugged individual upon which this entire campaign may depend. When your previous NCO was killed in a training exercise, it was the Emperor's will that his replacement would be a veteran like Amis. His guidance will mean the difference between an untimely death, and victory on the field.
<TheResilientGM> The transport is lit by a dull red glow, signaling your descent into the atmosphere of Laros, the rebelling heretic planet below. Your assignment is to assess the enemy's forces, and to report to the gathered intelligence for the waves to follow.
<Morden_Bronn> So how screwed are we?
<Quintus> "What are you talking about? We get to shoot things! In the face! Until it's dead!"
<@Piotr_Vastian> "Depends on where they land us." Pitor remarks, darkly.
<Morden_Bronn> "Sounds like a grand old time"
<Amon_Flieger> "I know im going to die."
<Morden_Bronn> "If you die, I'm stealing your equipment."
<Amon_Flieger> "Fair enough."
<TheResilientGM> "You are not allowed to die. You dying means I have to haul around your girl" he taps on the vox strapped to Flieger's back. "And I do NOT intend on carrying that around, son."
<@Piotr_Vastian> "Or worse," he crosses his arms, "the sarge'll make me do it."
<Amon_Flieger> "My dead body can still serve the Emperor."
<Quintus> "As cover!"
<Morden_Bronn> "How long until we land?"
<TheResilientGM> "COMMENCING ATMOSPHERIC FLIGHT IN 20 SECONDS" an alert echoes around you. The pilot maneuvering sharply, causing you to violently shake.
<Morden_Bronn> "Well, there's my answer"
<TheResilientGM> "Alright, saddle in and keep the chit-chat to a minimum, ladies." orders the Sgt.
<Amon_Flieger> "I knew I was gunna die!"
<Morden_Bronn> "Yes, sir."
* @Piotr_Vastian buckles into one of the many seats along the inside. "Yes, sir."
<TheResilientGM> The pilot announces, "Expecting heavy Anti-Air defenses to open up. Hold onto something."
* Quintus tightens his restraints.
<Amon_Flieger> Closes eyes
<Morden_Bronn> *grabs Flamer*
<TheResilientGM> "Would've been offended otherwise," cracks Amis.
<@Piotr_Vastian> "So much for the element of surprise."
<TheResilientGM> The Arvus lander is now clearly within the atmoshphere, the engine howling and shrieking now. A small window on either side confirms it.
<TheResilientGM> Within seconds, explosions light up the sky, other similar transports around yours adopt evasive formations, separating themselves.
<Amon_Flieger> "I wasn't born for this."
Morden_Bronn	"Gentleman, this is going to be fun"
	TheResilientGM	One such craft is hit on its port side. It's flight path dramatically altered... about to cross yours.
	Piotr_Vastian	"Oh shit!"
	Morden_Bronn	"Brace for impact!"
	Amon_Flieger	"What's that bright thing?"
	TheResilientGM	The pilot is able to maneuver out of the way, but his wingman is not so lucky. Both craft slam into one another, a massive explosion forming in front of you.
	Amon_Flieger	"Fire works?"
	TheResilientGM	Suddenly, the familiar sound of the engines changes.
	Piotr_Vastian	"Those poor bastards. Couldn't even die on the ground like real soldiers."
	Morden_Bronn	"Fucking Amon!"
	TheResilientGM	"This one's not going to be routine, gentlemen" says Amis.
	Piotr_Vastian	"I'll be glad enough if we can get the hell off this metal death-trap."
	TheResilientGM	"The engine has caught debris. Going in for a rough landing. Landing zone missed" The monotone is unnerving.
	Amon_Flieger	*starts humming*
	TheResilientGM	With a jolt, the craft sharply rolls right and quickly loses altitude.
	Morden_Bronn	*to Piotr* "If I die before Amon, please shoot him for me."
	Amon_Flieger	"I wanna die peacefully."
	TheResilientGM	Despite his best efforts, the pilot is unable to help the fate of you and the craft. The engines stop, and a few seconds of eerie silence follow as you come nearer and nearer the ground.
	Piotr_Vastian	"I'm sure the enemy will take care of that."
	TheResilientGM	The lander slams to the ground with terrifying force. You all lose consciousness.
	TheResilientGM	Flieger wakes up, to find the pilot pinned behind debris... what seems to have once been part of the landing gear. He throws a rock at Flieger to wake him and get his attention.
	Amon_Flieger	"Heaven?"
	TheResilientGM	"Please..." the man is barely alive, his left eye is either gone or behind a layer of blood and gore.
	Piotr_Vastian	eyes shoot open. "Shit." He hears the pilot and walks over while looking him over.
	Piotr_Vastian	"Are you sure?"
	TheResilientGM	"Please..." he repeats, apparently unable to say more in his desperation. There is no way the man will survive, the blood around him alone shows as much. In all likelihood, his survival depends on the wreckage holding him together.
	Piotr_Vastian	nods, unholsters his las pistol, and checks it's charge. He shoots the man in the head, unceremoniously.
	Morden_Bronn	*Lifts his head, staggering* "Mommy I don't want to go Uncle Jimmy's"
	Piotr_Vastian	"Rest easy." He mumbles to himself, while reholstering his pistol. Piotr checks his squad members.
	Quintus	wakes up and shakes his head a few times before looking around.
	Morden_Bronn	*Vision still blurry* "Where the hell are we?"
	Quintus	"Not dead it seems"
	TheResilientGM	As far as you can see to your south, there are debris, some alight, much of the equipment is lost. You also notice the lack of yelling or barking of orders you've grown accustomed to under Amis' command.
	Piotr_Vastian	"No, but fuck am I sore."
	Morden_Bronn	*scavenge the wreckage for weapons and equipment*
	Quintus	smacks the belt release on his seat and makes sure his gear is still there.
	Morden_Bronn	*Sees the pilot* "Oh shit..."
	Piotr_Vastian	Piotr notices quite lately, that he only seems to have his knife and pistol on him.
	Morden_Bronn	*search pilot*
	Quintus	checks his weapons and equipment to make sure they're in working order.
	Amon_Flieger	"What's happening?"
	Piotr_Vastian	"The Sarge isn't here, my lasgun is gone, Emperor damn it."
	TheResilientGM	The pilot's body seems to be near a laspistol, just out of arm's reach. Blood patterns suggest he was looking to find the Emperor's mercy with it.
	Amon_Flieger	"So who's alive?"
	Morden_Bronn	"Sound off"
	Quintus	"Maybe there's an emergency kit somewhere? It might have a life saver kid."
	Amon_Flieger	"Here!"
	Piotr_Vastian	"Yeah I'm alive, where's your vox, Amon?
	Amon_Flieger	"Let me see." starts searching
	Amon_Flieger	"Here it is!"
	Piotr_Vastian	starts to search the inside of the ship for any other usable weapons.
	TheResilientGM	The Vox looks beat-up, but in apparently working condition. There is only damage to one of the receiver antennae.
	Morden_Bronn	"Why does the pilot have a bullet hole?" *looks at body* "Nevermind...."
	Piotr_Vastian	"He was beyond help. So I gave him his mercy."
	Amon_Flieger	"YOU CALL THIS MERCY?"
	Morden_Bronn	"better than slowly dying"
	Amon_Flieger	"Should I call HQ?"
	Piotr_Vastian	"Considering I'm sore all over, and he's dead. Yeah it was mercy, now haul yer ass outta the ship." He draws his sidearm at this and leaves the ship."
	TheResilientGM	In the distance, you hear the unnerving death-cries of a man. His voice familiar to you. You determine the source of the sound is to the south, by a larger bit of burning debris.
	Piotr_Vastian	"You hear that?"
	Piotr_Vastian	Adressing what's left of the squad.
	Amon_Flieger	"Should I call HQ?"
	Morden_Bronn	"Hear what?" *climbing out the ship*
	Quintus	nods and unslings his lasgun "We should check it out"
	Piotr_Vastian	"Someones shouting, we're going to check it out." Piotr forms up with the squad, readying to move.
	Amon_Flieger	Takes out Laspistol "Should we check it out?"
	Quintus	"Of course"
	Morden_Bronn	*Grabs flamer and follows*
	Amon_Flieger	Reconsiders and changes to lasgun
	Piotr_Vastian	"Morden, you take point." Waving him up with his pistol.
	Morden_Bronn	"Roger" *moves ahead*
	TheResilientGM	As you move along, you can see and hear the explosions in the sky above. Several transports of different sizes meet the same fate as yours. If it weren't so horrifying, the patterns may be said to be beautiful in the dawn sky.
	Amon_Flieger	"I suppose ill be in the back?"
	Quintus	slings his meltagun over his back and readies his lasgun.
	Morden_Bronn	"Not now, Amon. By the Emperor..."
	Amon_Flieger	"Once again, I wasn't born for this."
	Piotr_Vastian	"You'll have to deal with it."
	TheResilientGM	As you get closer to what now appears to have been an engine and a lower section of the lander, you see Sgt Amis' chainsword, badly damaged.
	Quintus	reaches down and snatches it up.
	Amon_Flieger	"Could the engine blow up?"
	Piotr_Vastian	"You'd have to ask a Tech-Priest. Now shut it, and watch out."
	TheResilientGM	The stench of burning human flesh assaults your senses as you approach.
	Morden_Bronn	*cough* "What the hell?"
	Quintus	"I think I smell the sarge"
	Amon_Flieger	"All the men."
	Piotr_Vastian	"I think I do, too." Grimacing at the smell.
	Morden_Bronn	"Amon, shut it"
	Amon_Flieger	shuts it.
	TheResilientGM	You find a trail of blood several yards away, and the burned carcass of your former sergeant at its end.
	Amon_Flieger	"He deserved better than this."
	Morden_Bronn	"Amen"
	Amon_Flieger	"Heretic?"
	TheResilientGM	At this moment, the Vox begins to pick up a transmission. Faintly, you hear: +Vonayan Recon.... reporting first wave... elements destroyed+
	Piotr_Vastian	checks the sarge for his tags, while also checking him for useful equipment.
	Morden_Bronn	*readies lasgun* "What's next?"
	Amon_Flieger	"Should i respond back?"
	Morden_Bronn	"Try it, I don't think we have any other options."
	TheResilientGM	Amis is holding his etched combat knife, markings denoting his many campaigns. Near him, a pair of krak grenades sit by a case.
	Piotr_Vastian	"Report in our situation."
	Amon_Flieger	+We survived, I repeat, we survived."
	TheResilientGM	+Who the hell is this?+ comes in the reply
	TheResilientGM	+This is a secure channel of 4th Company, 23rd Vonayan Recon. Identify.+
	Amon_Flieger	+The 79th Regiment, 2nd company. We were part of the 1st wave, Sgt. Amis is dead, requesting back up.+
	TheResilientGM	You hear what seems to be laughter.
	Piotr_Vastian	retrieves the knife and krak grenades, clipping the knife onto his belt, and the grenades onto his vest. He then moves to check the case.
	Amon_Flieger	"Laughing?"
	TheResilientGM	+You sukas got hit hard, yes?+ There's a heavy accent you don't recognize.
	Morden_Bronn	"What's going on, Amon?"
	Amon_Flieger	"I have no clue."
	TheResilientGM	+We're not about to run into that mess, but we have several recon elements throughout the island. Are you at a designated landing zone?+
	Piotr_Vastian	"Respond to them, ask for identification.
	Amon_Flieger	+Sir, who am i speaking with?+
	TheResilientGM	+This is--+ the operator is interrupted
	TheResilientGM	+Maxim+ a new voice responds +Captain. Either give us useful info, or get off this channel.+
	Amon_Flieger	"He told us "Captain. Either give us useful info, or get off this channel.""
	Morden_Bronn	"Any name or anything?"
	Amon_Flieger	"It's Maxim."
	Amon_Flieger	"So what do i tell him?"
	Piotr_Vastian	"Tell him to the south are some woodlands, and we're heading into them now."
	Amon_Flieger	+Sir, we are to the south of some woodlands and we can see the coast, but we're heading into the woodlands now.+
	TheResilientGM	+You're probably off Delta. Advance to woods. We'll have someone waiting for you. Until then: STAY OFF THIS CHANNEL+
	Morden_Bronn	"So...what's going on Amon?"
	Amon_Flieger	+Yes, sir.+ switches channel "He told us we're probably off Delta and to head into the woodlands, they'll be someone waiting for us."
	Morden_Bronn	"Someone waiting for us... Think this is a trap?"
	Piotr_Vastian	"We moving into the woods, either way. But first, lets see if this case has anything of use."
	Amon_Flieger	"Bronn would you like to talk to the man?"
	TheResilientGM	The case Piotr has in his posession contains a Stub Gun with two extra magazines of ammunition.
	Morden_Bronn	"Shut up, Amon."
	Piotr_Vastian	picks it up, with the ammo. "Better than nothing." He checks the weapon over making sure it's in working condition.
	Amon_Flieger	Looks at the lasgun he's carrying and grins
	Piotr_Vastian	holsters his las pistol and keeps the stub auto on hand.
	Morden_Bronn	"Shall we get moving?"
	Amon_Flieger	"Exuse me, Vastian do you want my laspistol?"
	Piotr_Vastian	"Pretty sure I don't have a third arm, but thanks."
	Quintus	"I don't think we should keep our friends waiting."
	Piotr_Vastian	"Knock that shit off, and let's move."
	Piotr_Vastian	Piotr starts to walk towards the woods.
	Morden_Bronn	"Finally" *follows*
	Amon_Flieger	Follows
	Quintus	follows along with the group
	Amon_Flieger	"Nice weather we're having."
	Morden_Bronn	"It is! Lots of fire and death everywhere."
	Amon_Flieger	"Just smell the air." *Deep breathe*
	Morden_Bronn	*rolls eyes* "Piotr, how do you feel about our 'contact'."
	Piotr_Vastian	"Feck if I know, hopefully a friendly."
	Artem	gets up and pulls his chameleoline cloak back, revealing himself
	Morden_Bronn	"Holy Shit Emperor FUCK!"
	Morden_Bronn	* falls on his ass*
	Artem	"Oh god damn it, they sent FNGs again."
	Piotr_Vastian	Piotr flinches in surprise.
	Morden_Bronn	*gets up* "Thanks a lot asshole"
	Artem	slings his rifle "You're the linemen, right? I'm Artem, and all that's left of my squad."
	Piotr_Vastian	"Linemen? You mean the Prithians. Hardly lineman at the moment."
	Artem	"Line infantry, is what I meant. Which one of you is in charge?"
	Morden_Bronn	*Looks at Amon* "..." *to the other squad members* "I think there's something wrong with Amon."
	Piotr_Vastian	"That would be me, at the present."
	Artem	eyes Amon suspiciously, then looks back to Piotr when he sees no psyker regalia
	Artem	"Name, rank?"
	Piotr_Vastian	"Piotr, Corporal. Artem, right? What happened to your squad?"
	Amon_Flieger	"Amon, Private."
	Artem	"Killed."
	Morden_Bronn	"Bronn, Private"
	Artem	"No sarge? Must have had a rough landing."
	Amon_Flieger	"Artem we have orders from Maxim."
	Piotr_Vastian	"Right, well your welcome to join us as we head towards the woods. I didn't catch your rank."
	Artem	"...Private."
	Artem	"What were the orders?"
	Piotr_Vastian	"We're moving south, into the woods, we're to meet someone sent by a Captain...Maxim?"
	Amon_Flieger	"yes, sir."
	Artem	"Ah, yes. The captain told me you'd be able to assist."
	Morden_Bronn	"You're our contact?"
	TheResilientGM	In the distance, you hear artillery open up.
	Artem	"Like I said, I'm all that's left."
	Morden_Bronn	*stares at Amon*
	Artem	points a thumb towards the sound blast
	Piotr_Vastian	"INTO THE WOODS, NOW!"
	Artem	"That's where we're headed, let's go."
	Amon_Flieger	*Follows*
	Artem	unslings his rifle and follows
	TheResilientGM	You hear the rounds hit, at a distance, in the direction you're headed.
	Morden_Bronn	*Readies lasgun and Follows*
	Artem	"Woah, woah, slow down, stay low. They've got spotters out here, they aren't aiming at us!"
	Artem	slides into cover behind a fallen tree
	Quintus	readies himself for what's next
	TheResilientGM	Another round of shells is unleashed. You hear the batteries go off once more.
	Amon_Flieger	Slides next to Artem
	Quintus	goes prone and scans the area for targets
	Piotr_Vastian	takes cover next to a tree near Artem's. "Well, you seem to be more informed then us, what now?"
	Morden_Bronn	runs and hides behind the tree
	Artem	"What are your vox frequencies?"
	Artem	"And spread out, damn it."
	TheResilientGM	The rounds hit once more, this time the blasts louder.
	Morden_Bronn	moves toward the trees near the right of squad
	Amon_Flieger	"Channel 7.48."
	Artem	tunes into it
	Artem	"Fan out."
	Artem	"Stay low, stay in cover. I'll see if I can spot anything."
	Piotr_Vastian	+You heard the man, spread the hell out, 5 meters.+
	Artem	pulls the cameleoline around himself and checks the artillery positions with his magnoculars.
	Amon_Flieger	*Goes prone and goes near a high patch of grass*
	Artem	"There's an enemy Vox station up ahead."
	Artem	"We've got..."
	Artem	checks the other PCs
	Piotr_Vastian	+How many?+
	Quintus	crawls forward and joins the rest of the squad.
	Amon_Flieger	*Readies lasgun*
	Artem	+One flamer, a vox operator, a rifleman, and a... you're down to a Laspistol?+
	Piotr_Vastian	+Don't worry about it.+
	Artem	+And a melta. That'll help.+
	Artem	+You're all green, right?+
	Amon_Flieger	"Yes"
	Piotr_Vastian	+Unless you count the crash, yes.+
	Morden_Bronn	"Yep"
	Artem	mumbles "Blyat" under his breath
	Amon_Flieger	+I just took a little nap from the crash+
	Artem	"All right... They're digging in with logs and earthworks to block friendlies. The flamer might be able to burn them down, if we can get close enough."
	Morden_Bronn	*readies Flamer*
	Amon_Flieger	+So do we lay down cover fire?+
	Artem	"I know for a fact that they have an APC, but it may be damaged. The melta should help. Regardless, it's a platform for lasfire, and therefore a priority target."
	Artem	"Not yet, lemme think..."
	Quintus	grabs his melta and grins.
	Morden_Bronn	+I heard something like footsteps+
	Artem	"Stay low, wait for them to get close, then cut them down."
	Morden_Bronn	*switches to lasgun*
	Artem	slinks lower into his cloak "Use the quietest weapons you've got."
	Artem	readies his mono knife in one hand and a throwing knife in the other
	Piotr_Vastian	crouches even lower, holding his auto pistol in both his hands.
	Artem	"Five, approaching."
	Amon_Flieger	*Rolls next to a tree trunk*
	Piotr_Vastian	moves behind a large boulder waiting for the go ahead.
	Quintus	hides behind some very flamable dead leaves.
	TheResilientGM	You hear the calls of what you can assume is the enemy NCO. They seem to be completely unaware of your presence by their casual approach.
	TheResilientGM	"... cutting them off and we'll let arty do the rest" the others laugh. "The only problem, sir, would be the Captain's obsession with that damned artifact."
	TheResilientGM	Suddenly, one of the men stops walking.
	TheResilientGM	He turns to his commander, and grabs his arm.
	TheResilientGM	The squad falls silent.
	TheResilientGM	Flieger takes careful aim, and fires upon the Sergeant and hits him in the gut. He falls over, disappearing behind shrubbery.
	Artem	gets up and flings his throwing knife at one of the guys behind the Sergeant.
	TheResilientGM	Artem skillfully throws his combat knife at the younger separatist, now shocked to see his sergeant down. It impales him in the left arm.
	TheResilientGM	He shrieks in pain, grabs his arm, and tries to find cover.
	Artem	draws another throwing knife and gets down.
	Artem	throws the second blade. It goes wide and sinks into the dirt next to the guy's foot
	Morden_Bronn	fires and misses "You fuck". Fires Again and misses "SON of a BITCH!"
	TheResilientGM	Several yards behind the enemy formation, a local ape specimen falls from the trees onto the unforgiving ground.
	Piotr_Vastian	"What the feck." He comments about the ape.
	Piotr_Vastian	braces his arm as he fires in rapid succession at the nearest enemy, each round missing it's mark. He get's back into cover, cursing his newest sidearm.
	Quintus	fires off a barrage of fire into one of the enemy soldiers and puts a las bolt through his head
	Amon_Flieger	shoots the guy that Bronn missed so badly and then looked at Bronn and grins at him.
	TheResilientGM	One of the young separatists runs to his comrade's corpse. Taking a knee next to him, he receives a hit to the face; his head disappearing in a gory crimson mist.
	TheResilientGM	The enemy sergeant attempts to throw a grenade at your position...
	TheResilientGM	his wound, however, gets the better of him. The pain is too much to handle, and it fumbles off to his side, near the knife-wound victim...
	TheResilientGM	the grenade goes off, with a deafening sound.
	TheResilientGM	As the dust settles, you see the figure of one of the separatists on the floor, trying to crawl away, off in the same direction, another runs for his life.
	Artem	runs after the running guy and throws a knife at him.
	TheResilientGM	The knife hits him on his left leg; he falls over, yelling in pain.
	Artem	"Take him alive if you can!"
	Piotr_Vastian	+You heard the Vonyan, leave one alive."
	Morden_Bronn	fires with lasgun and hits the runner in the liver. "Fuck YEA! Killed two monkeys!"
	TheResilientGM	The wounded man slumps over, yelling no longer.
	Artem	"Fuck. Well, there's still the wounded one."
	Artem	"Shit."
	Artem	"Take what you need from their bodies, I'm gonna get my knives."
	Piotr_Vastian	goes to secure the crawling enemy. Keeping his pistol trained on him.
	Artem	runs over to the guy and takes the throwing knife, then heads back to the blast sight to see if his other knives are still there
	Piotr_Vastian	"Surrender, or you'll get a bullet to the brain."
	Morden_Bronn	switches to flamer and follows the wounded guy
	TheResilientGM	"No, please!" he begs as he crawls, his hand covering a gruesome wound on his leg.
	Quintus	begins searching the corpses of the dead patrol.
	Piotr_Vastian	puts a booted foot on his back. "Stop moving."
	Morden_Bronn	points flamer at guy "Gentlemen, any questions?"
	Artem	squats in front of the guy and puts his hand on the knife's handle "Talk, and we'll make it quick. Is your APC functional?"
	Piotr_Vastian	"You three," indicating Bronn, Fliege, and Quintus, "keep watch."
	Quintus	nods and scans the surrounding area.
	TheResilientGM	The man spits back at Artem. "Rot in the ground"
	Morden_Bronn	*to the guy* "My friend asked a question. Talk or burn."
	Artem	pulls the knife out and smacks him in the temple with the handle
	Artem	"Flamer is a terrible way to go, kid." he turns his face to show the burn scars, "I would know."
	TheResilientGM	The man is beginning to breathe heavily...
	Piotr_Vastian	"You can die instantly, or slowly. Makes no difference to us."
	TheResilientGM	"Okay, okay... don't do it" the man begs, looking up at the group.
	Artem	"Then tell us if your APC works."
	TheResilientGM	"Look, I don't know. The Lieutenant--" he coughs... spitting up blood
	TheResilientGM	The coughing gets worse.
	Morden_Bronn	"Shall I put him out of his misery?"
	TheResilientGM	"he... he's been working on it. Let's no one near it. He's obsessed."
	Artem	"Yeah, he doesn't know shit."
	Amon_Flieger	"Give him so water, have some humanity."
	Morden_Bronn	"Any objections?"
	Amon_Flieger	"Yes."
	Piotr_Vastian	"Not with your flamer."
	Artem	draws his sidearm and puts it under the guy's chin
	TheResilientGM	"Please... I can help!"
	Artem	"You're not going to make it. Think of home."
	Morden_Bronn	"Oh fine" *puts out las pistol and him*
	TheResilientGM	"This IS home, you rat!"
	Artem	pulls the trigger
	Amon_Flieger	*cries a little*
	Piotr_Vastian	backhands Amon with his pistol-free hand. "Man up, Amon."
	Amon_Flieger	"Bastard, with your shooting skills you'll miss anyways."
	Piotr_Vastian	Bright-slaps Amon.
	Morden_Bronn	"Thank you."
	Artem	holsters his sidearm and gets up to turn to the squad
	Artem	"You guys did all right there."
	TheResilientGM	Artilley opens up once more in the distance. Flieger recognizes the sound is different: Mortars.
	Artem	"I think they're on to us! Take cover!"
	TheResilientGM	The rounds miss, but they're very close. You realize they hit the position of the Rendezvous with Artem.
	Piotr_Vastian	tackles the ground, crawling towards the neaest tree.
	Artem	"They're going to send more people here, we need to move."
	Piotr_Vastian	"Lead the way."
	Artem	pulls his cloak around him and leads the way through the woods
	Quintus	moves forward towards the artillery. "We should take out those guns asap!"
	Amon_Flieger	follows
	Morden_Bronn	follows Artem
	TheResilientGM	The Vox begins to pick up large amounts of static.
	Amon_Flieger	"The shits acting up."
	Artem	"Comm station is close. Turn off the vox, they might be able to hear us."
	TheResilientGM	The mortars open up once more.
	Amon_Flieger	"But we could call HQ."
	Piotr_Vastian	"Emperor Dammit, Amon, listen to the Vonyan."
	Piotr_Vastian	"Turn your fecking Vox off. And follow him."
	Artem	nods towards Piotr
	TheResilientGM	The rounds hit the same position, but instead of the large usual percussive rounds, smoke begins to fill the area.
	Morden_Bronn	"Turn it off, Moron"
	Amon_Flieger	Turns off the vox.
	Artem	"Shit, I think they're calling in the heavier shit this time."
	Morden_Bronn	"We need to move"
	Artem	"Stay low, we're almost there."
	Piotr_Vastian	"Screw your head on straight, Amon, the Sarge isn't here anymore, and I can't babysit you." He hisses.
	TheResilientGM	Off on the far distance, the unmistakable echo of the artillery batteries opening up confirms your fears.
	Artem	stays low and approaches the station "We'll seize this station first, then call for reinforcements."
	Morden_Bronn	*Stays low and gets behind a tree*
	Amon_Flieger	Runs to a trunk of a tree
	TheResilientGM	The whistling of the rounds in the air is louder than you thought. It's as though every other sound is overcome.
	TheResilientGM	The entire area which you've just vacated is suddenly saturated with heavy rounds. The blastwave is deafening. The vegetation around you bends as the shockwave passes through.
	Artem	"Take notes, kids. Keep moving if you don't want to get hit by artillery."
	Morden_Bronn	"I think I shat myself."
	Artem	"All right, they're not working on the fortifications, so they might be guarded. One team on each side."
	Artem	"The guy with the flamer... Bronn, was it? With me."
	Quintus	"Want me to make a hole? He says as he unslings his melta.
	Morden_Bronn	"Yes, sir."
	Artem	"Save the charges for the buildings."
	TheResilientGM	Suddenly, a lasround passes in between Artem and Quintus. It hits Flieger in the throat.
	Artem	"Shit!", he whips his autogun out and turns towards the source
	Morden_Bronn	"Hit the deck" *Dives toward cover."
	Artem	takes cover
	Quintus	dives to his belly.
	Piotr_Vastian	takes cover behind a split tree.
	TheResilientGM	The marksman unmistakibly fired from the tower inside the outpost.
	Morden_Bronn	"Fuck. Amon."
	Piotr_Vastian	"Hope you're happy, Morden, you got what you wished for."
	Artem	"No way we can hit him from here, move around the fortifications and rush the building, we can clear it with the flamer and melta!"
	Piotr_Vastian	"Someone put some fire on that tower, I'm going to drag him into cover."
	TheResilientGM 	Another round hits near Quintus, but misses. Then another. It, too, misses.
	TheResilientGM	Suddenly, from inside the outpost, you hear the roar of an engine.
	Artem	"Popping smoke!", he pulls out a smoke grenade and throws it at the ground.
	Morden_Bronn	*switches to Flamer*
	TheResilientGM	Smoke begins to cover the area. Three more desperate shots from the marskman hit around you until he appears to give up.
	Piotr_Vastian	drags Amon into cover, after the smoke deploys. He then takes the lasgun and it's ammunition from the now dead vox operator. He also takes the vox-set and slings it on, grunting under its weight.
	Artem	"Get that melta ready for the APC! I'm going to throw down another smoke nade so we can reach the tower. You got that vox?"
	Quintus	"We need to get to that burm! It's the only way to get out of that fire!"
	Piotr_Vastian	"Emperor damn you Amon." He finally takes the kid's tags, and follows Artem.
	TheResilientGM	The sound of the engine seems to suggest movement, but you are unable to see its location; smoke blocking your line of sight.
	Artem	gets another smoke nade and lobs it over the fortifications
	Piotr_Vastian	+Yes, though, feck me, it's heavy.+
	Quintus	hefts the melta gun to his shoulder.
	Morden_Bronn	readies flamer and allows Artem.
	TheResilientGM	The area in front of the tower is completely saturated with smoke. You hear yells and calls from inside the fortifications in front of you, and from within the compound proper.
	Artem	gets the autogun ready "Flamer, I'm going to get the entrance clear, then you come in and burn everything above us."
	Morden_Bronn	"Understand."
	Artem	"Let's clear out the earthworks."
	Piotr_Vastian	"Morden, take point, let em burn."
	Morden_Bronn	*Sprints toward to earthwork and flamer ready*
	Piotr_Vastian	follows at a sprint.
	Artem	follows, keeping the autogun ready
	TheResilientGM	As you approach, you can hear the enemy ever more clearly:
	TheResilientGM	"A whole damned Company! Dig in for the incoming advance!"
	Morden_Bronn	Reaches the earthwork and lets loose the cleansing fire. "Let it, BURN!, LET IT BURN!"
	TheResilientGM	The flamer delivers the Emperor's Justice upon the entrenched soldiers. Yells and screams of pain fill the air; even those within the makeshift structure seem to be panicking by the sheer sounds.
	TheResilientGM	Several soldiers try to crawl out, two of them unsuccefully, falling back into the pit of death.
	TheResilientGM	One of them, in confusion has managed to crawl out, and in your direction. He looks up at Bronn, before meeting his demise.
	Quintus	levels his meltagun and screams at the top of his lungs "SECOND AND THIRD SQUADS ADVANCE!"
	TheResilientGM	The hastily-built defense structure is heavily damaged. The receiving side having almost entirely vanished. The occupants inside have barely the time to react. One surviving soldier desperately runs out, directly into the trench. You hear the panic of the few remaining inside.
	Artem	 pulls out a frag and throws it into the building
	TheResilientGM	The grenade flies inside, and with a blast, silences the occupants. An already-weakened section of the structure collapses in on itself.
	Artem	"I'm going to throw some more smoke between us and the tower. Get ready."
	Artem	throws a smoke grenade
	Piotr_Vastian	readies his lasgun, while trying to get the vox-set to sit more comfortably on his back.
	TheResilientGM	The grenade falls on the open field between the trench and the tower. The gate itself is covered by its effect.
	Artem	"Get that melta ready to blast the gate down."
	TheResilientGM	Suddenly, the roar of the engine grows much louder. The gate suddenly collapses.
	TheResilientGM	The APC rolls out, and into the cloud of smoke.
	Morden_Bronn	"Oh fuck, you guys!"
	Artem	"Melta, go, go, go!"
	Morden_Bronn	*Switches to las gun*
	Quintus	fires another burst from his meltagun into the front of the apc.
	TheResilientGM	The transport takes damage enough to render it completely immobile. A large opening is made in the front section. But the lasturret on top appears to still be scanning for enemies, fully operational.
	Piotr_Vastian	after Quintus makes a sizeable hole in the front of the APC, Piotr lobs a krak grenade into it, via the said hole.
	TheResilientGM	The grenade goes off, and after a second of silence, a muffled whimper from within is heard. You notice no further activity from the vehicle.
	Artem	"Good job!"
	Morden_Bronn	"Holy Emperor... can we steal this piece of shit?"
	Piotr_Vastian	"Lets get inside the compound. Lead the way, Artem."
	TheResilientGM	You can hear a transmission from within: WE ARE OVERRUN. FACILITY LOST. HOLD UNTIL THE DUKE'S GUNS DELIVER US FROM THE ENEMY'S BRUTALITY
	Artem	"Shit, they're calling for backup. Move that melta to open up the gate."
	TheResilientGM	You are able to notice a squad fall back into what seems to be the main Comms Room of the facility. You can see them take up position.
	Morden_Bronn	*Switches to flamer*
	TheResilientGM	The familiar artillery batteries open up in the distance once more.
	Morden_Bronn	"I think they are getting closer and closer"
	Artem	pops smoke towards the entrance "Only got one more."
	Piotr_Vastian	"Quintus, get a hole in the wall. Morden, after he makes the hole, burn everything on the other side. We'll wait a few moments and then get in and clear."
	Quintus	 nods and hurries over with his melta at the ready.
	Morden_Bronn	Follows Quintus
	Artem	"Good thinking."
	TheResilientGM	The smoke fills the area between the entrance and the building.
	Quintus	fires a blast from his melta into the wall. "KNOCK KNOCK!"
	TheResilientGM	An entire corner of the building collapses. A vast section of the building now exposed.
	Morden_Bronn	hops into the building and sprays fire everywhere
	TheResilientGM	On the North side, across the yard, several squads move in.
	Artem	lays down covering fire with his autogun across the yard as his comrades get in
	TheResilientGM	The flamer is able to clear only one room. The layout of the building making the fire less than effective.
	TheResilientGM	"Grenade barrage! Clear out that building!" You can hear an enemy commander call out
	TheResilientGM	The familiar whistles of ordnance finding its target fill the air...
	TheResilientGM	The artilley rounds hit an entire section North West of the facility. Even a portion is hit by the barrage. Debris fills the sky above and around you. The target area is decimated.
	Piotr_Vastian	"Let's start clearing the rooms. Morden you're on point. I'll cover our asses."
	Morden_Bronn	*enter the hallway and breach east room facing the door with Flamer ready*
	Quintus	follows behind Bronn with his lasgun at the ready.
	Artem	follows Bronn
	TheResilientGM	Inside, you see a wounded soldier, heavy burns on most of his body, near him, a chainsword. This appears to have once been an officer's quarters.
	Morden_Bronn	"Watch the window, that sniper is still in the tower"
	Piotr_Vastian	finishes the wounded enemy with a head shot, via his stub auto.
	Morden_Bronn	*breaches the next room south of the current room with flamer*
	TheResilientGM	Inside the room, there are several consoles and other comms equipment. It appears to have been abandoned in haste, anticipating your attack.
	Morden_Bronn	"Clear"
	TheResilientGM	A wall-mounted chrono falls to the ground, as you hear the artillery batteries open up yet again.
	Artem	keeps watching the back, training his autogun on the field
	Morden_Bronn	"Hit the floor*
	Piotr_Vastian	slides under on of the console
	Quintus	drops to the floor and scrambles over to the stations to check for intel.
	Morden_Bronn	*drops to the floor crawls behind a console*
	Artem	hits the deck
	TheResilientGM	A large crate is found hidden behind a large desk: that of the overseeing officer of the faciliy, by its looks.
	Artem	 being the good little stalker that he is, immediately moves to loot it
	Quintus	scans through the papers trying to find something useful.
	TheResilientGM	Inside, a heavily-ornate box is found. The icon is that of a skull, resting in between two scarlet pillars. It appears to be very difficult to open with intricate fail-safe mechanisms markes by various runes on its side.
	Quintus	frowns at the box and shoves it in his rucksack for future investigation.
	Quintus	"I found a box!"
	Morden_Bronn	"Good for you!"
	Morden_Bronn	*gets up and readies flamer*
	Morden_Bronn	"Next room?"
	Artem	traces the pillars "Oh shit."
	TheResilientGM	The artillery rounds now seem to land all around you.
	Artem	"Pretty sure this is what they're trying to destroy."
	Morden_Bronn	"Bail?"
	Artem	"Everyone! New objective: bring this back to HQ. Retreat!"
	Piotr_Vastian	"And why is that," he quips as he stays under the console, for cover.
	TheResilientGM	Everything made of glass around you bursts, the mounted consoles fall to the ground.
	Artem	puts the box away.
	Artem	"Trust me, you don't want to know."
	Morden_Bronn	"Let move, people."
	TheResilientGM	The tower outside collapses,
	TheResilientGM	it falls through the roof on top of you.
	Quintus	shouts, "Not so high and mighty now are you Mr Sniper!"
	Morden_Bronn	"He's barely another black mark on the ground."
	TheResilientGM	You can see several of the remaining enemy forces all around you. They seem to be utterly unaware of your presence; they're broken and in full retreat, leaving behind equipment, and ammunition.
	Morden_Bronn	"Run or shoot?"
	Piotr_Vastian	"Is it enough, so we can get the hell out of this shit hole!?"
	TheResilientGM	A large bit of debris, flies in your direction.
	Quintus	"let's just get the fuck out!"
	Morden_Bronn	"Pop a smoke and run!"
	Artem	throws his last smoke grenade and makes a beeline for the trees
	TheResilientGM	A metal beam of some 4 meters flies but a few feet above your heads, striking the bulding behind you.
	Morden_Bronn	follows Artem
	Piotr_Vastian	sprints behind Artem, making his escape.
	TheResilientGM	The base behind you is utterly annihilated. The rounds haven't yet completely fallen, and you hear the batteries open up yet again.
	Morden_Bronn	"SWEET TIT MILK OF THE EMPEROR!"
	Quintus	"I don't think they liked us very much."
	Morden_Bronn	"No shit!"
	Piotr_Vastian	"I don't think they liked their own shit-stains either." Piotr is starting to really hate his decision of keeping the vox-set.
	TheResilientGM	Suddenly, you realize the rounds being used are incindiary. The aim is clear: leave no evidence behind. A raging inferno burns behind you, the heat unbearable, even at your distance.