Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Dark Angels: Battle One

"They're late...", grumbled Master Tracto as he watched a battered Thunderhawk gunship land in the spacious docking bay of the Dark Angels Battle Barge. On deck another Thunderhawk was being prepped for departure. Even on the small screen the image of Captain Othniel could be seen, pacing back and forth in front of the open cargo doors. His weapons were sheathed about his ornate armor and at his side he held a data-slate.

The cargo doors opened on the battered Gunship as it touched down, Dark Angels troops trickling out, battle damage visible on their dark green armor. Chapter apothecaries helped those more wounded out on stretchers. A group of Scouts, boots still caked with dried mud, hurried out of the battered ship. A small team of servitors, hauling hand trucks stacked with crates of fresh ammo and supplies, tried to keep pace with them as the Scouts headed towards Captain Othniel and the awaiting gunship.

As the team reached the new ship they methodically opened the crates the servitors had brought and began to restock their equipment; fresh grenades were slipped onto their belts, new magazines of ammunition were taken, boxes of shotgun shells were emptied into belt pouches, and other items the marines would need dirtside were procured. The squad leader, Scout Sergeant Felix, was eating a piece of ripened fruit, a bright blue specimen that had obviously been indigenous to the planet they had just come from. He began to explain to Captain Othniel that they had to pursue the Orks deeper than originally planned into the jungles, taking much longer than expected to complete their mission. After this lengthy explanation he looked to the captain, blue fruit juices had removed the camouflage face paint around his mouth and chin. Felix waited patiently for a response, anything other than the persistent, unflinching stare of Othniel. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, the Captain spoke in an even, purposeful tone.

"You're late Sergeant Felix. Have your men strap in and prepare for drop, we hit Trucidos in five..." With that Captain Othniel handed the young sergeant the data-slate, turned, and went into the gunship. The fourth battle company of the Dark Angels chapter was about to once again go to war...

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2 comments:

The Gonk said...

The point here being that Mik wouldn't play his campaign last week because his scouts weren't painted yet!

mik said...

Hey, inspiration comes from everywhere! That probably was the fastest ever paint-to-play transition to boot...