Hey guys, I'm back again!
Sorry for the hiatus, real life got in the way of the heresy (not everyday I get to say that). I've been busy with work and I also had some problems with the damned mold release FW use.
On that note I would like to say a big thank you to both Flint and Sockwithaticket, the purity seal has worked wonders for me and I am planning on spraying all my FW stuff with it before I hit it with undercoat.
The Heavy Support squad is coming along nicely and will be completed by the end of this year if nothing gets in the way (still have a three week military exercise in december).
So for now I have written a new fluff piece on the squad and their involvment in the liberation of Strokian, so I hope you will enjoy it. This is the first time I try my hand at deeper character conversations than just one or two sentences, it was definitely harder than I thought.
+++Designation: Legiones Astartes VII - 52nd Regiment - 104th Battalion - 41st Company ''The lions of Terra''+++
+++Subject: Heavy Support squad under Brother-Sergeant Valdheim's command+++
+++Case: The liberation of Strokian 002.M31+++
On the bodies of our enemies shall we build our legend
The barrel of Brother-Sergeant Valdheim’s lascannon was still warm to the touch as he and his squad made their way into the gaping maw of the waiting Thunderhawk gunship. The sun was high on the sky as it had been for the last two weeks of this engagement. The summer period in the arctic circle of Strokian was 3 terran months of perpetual sunlight, but even though the sun was ever present the temperature was still freezing and Valdheim was glad his power armour kept his body at comfortable temperatures at all times. The last two weeks had been filled with bloodshed as the 41st company of the Imperial Fists along with a detachment of the Imperial army had driven the Eldar raiders from the northern reaches of Strokian’s large singular landmass. As the xenos had retreated south towards the planetary capital they had reaped a bloody toll among the Imperials; Astartes and mortal soldiers fell before the Eldar’s advanced weaponry. The fighting had been tough but ultimately the unrelenting pace of Astartes warfare had claimed the victory.
Valdheim’s squad had performed admirably in the recent battles with numerous heavy kills and two downed Phoenix strike aircrafts. Brother Curr had even scored a lascannon hit on a Jetbike rider, vaporizing his torso and bringing the bike tumbling to the ground. The Thunderhawk’s front ramp was slowly closing as Valdheim’s squad took up positions along the three other Heavy Support squads already in the passenger bay. ‘Brothers, check your weapons and stock up on energy cells while you can. Great work today, all of you’. Valdheim said, as he removed his helmet. ‘And you Brother Curr, maybe we should just get you a bolter since you prefer the soft targets. What’s the matter? Afraid their tanks might shoot back?’ The squad let out a laugh that echoed through the hull of the gunship and the mood was lifted at the victory. Brother Curr, following his sergeant, removed his helmet and looked at Valdheim with a smile that said it all. They sat in their harnesses, like wolfs on a chain waiting to be unleashed. A deep thrumming began to build as the engines spooled up to take-off power. The gunship lifted off the ground and tilted upwards followed by a bass-note roar as the engines pushed the big craft skywards, building speed.
An interior view screen showed the landscape zooming past outside as they made their way towards the capitol. Valdheim looked to the opposite side of the interior where Brother-Sergeant Taris sat, staring intently at a scratched yellow helmet in his hands which featured a large black-sooted hole where the right optical lens used to be. ‘Who gave their life for the Imperium my friend?’ Valdheim asked carefully, not wanting to intrude on his friends solace. Taris looked up from the helmet and said softly: ‘Brother Lothun will not see the victory over these xenos filth. I should have known it was an ambush, damn it Vald he was the youngest Brother I’ve ever had in my squad.’ Taris turned the helmet over in his hands studying the damage from an Eldar Lasblaster; a xenos equivalent to a laspistol or multi-laser. ‘We spotted a Wave Serpent that had touched down just behind an old manifactorum, we thought it was alone.’ Taris let out a sigh ‘I ordered the men in position behind a large wall and gave the order to attack. I let the new guy; Lothun take the first shot as he had been itching for a kill, he never got the chance to shoot.’ Valdheim now saw that tears ran down his old friends cheeks. ‘Their bloody assault troops had been lying in wait on top of the manifactorum and we had taken position just below them. I practically signed the boy's death warrant, they came swooping down and within seconds Lothun was lying in a pool of blood, his head a crimson ruin. Was it not for two of our own assault squads I’ve would have lost my entire squad; they had been monitoring that sector for xenos and was just minutes away. They engaged the Eldar in close combat as the rest of my men took out the Wave Serpent before it could bring its weapons to bear on our position, it had of course been empty the whole time. Just a damn decoy’
Valdheim found himself lacking for words as he had never seen Taris like this before. ‘I swear we will make the xenos scum pay for their cowardly tactics my brother. I know you Taris, you would never endanger your own squad let alone walk willingly into a trap, you can’t blame yourself for this.’ Taris looked at Valdheim with a sense of pride in his features; he said nothing but smiled and gave him a courteous nod. The Thunderhawk was slowing down and dropping in altitude, they where nearing their destination. A dull thump shook the gunship as it touched down, the front ramp began to open and bright sunlight lit the gloomy interior. Valdheim released his harness and looked to his men, ‘okay squad get your weapons ready and let’s get going shall we?’ he said with renewed lust for battle and revenge. He stepped out into the freezing air and saw a grand sight before him; hundreds upon hundreds of Thunderhawks and Stormbirds where touching down on the outskirts of the great hive city. Tall towers and antennas reached for the skies among the mountains of the region, it was time to root the Eldar from this planet.
Valdheim walked over to Taris who was getting the remainder of his squad ready for battle. ‘Let’s see if these Xenos are as good as some say, and most of all lets avenge the untimely death of our brothers. Are you with me old friend?’ Taris looked at him with a fire in his eyes, ‘do you still have to ask if I’m with you Vald, when was the last time I turned my back on you?’ Valdheim took his friends words to heart, reattached his helmet and checked the vox communicator. He clapped Taris on the black fist on his shoulder, gesturing with a nod towards the city. ‘Let’s move out squad, and keep contact with squad Taris, let’s help them get some payback.’ A battle cry from his squad was the only affirmation he needed, and together the two old friends and their squads made their way towards the assembly area.
That was all from me for now, hope you enjoy the fluff as much as I did making it.
Until next time!
Edited by Brother Callius, 22 November 2014 - 04:20 PM.