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[Prosperan Son]

"GET DOWN DUMBASS!" The Closest trooper barks out at you, grabbing you the cuff of your uniform and dragging you down deeper into the trench as a hail of stubber fire pours rips apart the ground you were viewing over just seconds before.

The Force you are part of, The 415th Infantry Regiment of Krieg, formerly loyal to the God-Emperor of Mankind is spread acrossa vast network of trenches. But it is not alone. You are accompanied by a ramshackle of assortment of other traitors, cultist, mutants and beastmen. Your new brothers and companions now that you have turned away from the Emperor's Light. The enemy stands before you, a hundred meters away. The 396th Cadian Mechanized Infantry Regiment marches against you, determined to purge you from existence.

Alongside them march an Entire Commandery of Adeptus Soritas. Sisters of Battle, belonging to the Order of the Ebon Chalice, clad in power armor of black. Bearing boltguns and flames, they are an even deadlier foe.

The Cadian Chimeras continue to advance towards your position, laying down a field of suppressing fire with their hull mounted Heavy Bolters and Autocannons, as well as their pintle mounded Storm Bolters.

These Imperials have chased your force across four worlds within the Mirasun Systems. It is here upon Mirasus II that they have finally corned you. Many of your brethren have fled across the remaining star ships and have left the rest of you behind to hold the star port that saw their salvation. It is merely a last stand now.

[Armoured Priest]

Even now as he loads his lasgun more out of instinct then conscious thought, he still felt as lost as he was when the regiments first started their flight from the loyalist forces. But he wasn't alone anymore though. The whispers he hears guided him so far and they grew louder when he looked down at the necklace he wore through the grime covered lens of his gas mask. The symbols that hanged off the chain always comforted him in a strange way. "She was a nice lady." he said to himself, remembering the priestess that gave it to him. The voices pulled his attention to something further down on his person. To the cylinders on his belt under his trench coat. Listening to them, he pulls one off from his belt and pulls the ring on it with a large metal piece flying off. Kombuse stared at wondering what he just did. 'Thow it!' the voices yelled before Kombuse hurls it over his head and over the lip of the trench at the loyalists.

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1d100 rolled for a total of: 97 (97)

[Prosperan Son]

There is an explosive boom followed by several screams and grunts of pain. Several of the Cadians have been either killed or wounded by the grenade, with three of them lying in pieces. Such is the fate of such confined quarters.

As though answering in kind, another Chimera focus it's fire onto Kombuse's position, opening up with an auto-cannon that starts to rip the ground before the traitor apart.

"MOVE! MOVE!MOVE!" The trooper who had saved your life moments before urges you to move, lest you are torn to bits by auto-slugs. His motioning is cut short as a stray round takes off the upper half of his head.

[Armoured Priest]

Seeing how dangerous the place he was staying at was getting, Kombuse tries to move away and follow the rest of the fallen kriegers. He tried to keep his head down at the heed of one of the voice's advice.

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1d100 rolled for a total of: 79 (79)

[Prosperan Son]

Lasfire and tracer rounds crisscross over the trench lines above Kombuse, the Imperial Gunfire growing louder as their transports near closer and closer. The Traitor forces send forth volley after volley of fire , trying to take out as many of the Cadians as they can. Several lucky shots manage to take out Gunners mounting the pintle mounted storm bolters.

Right in front of Kombuse, a dead Krieger can be seen. The Upper half of his body is missing, torn apart by heavy bolter rounds. However, he is not important. What is important is the missile launcher that his dead body is cradling.

[Armoured Priest]

Kombuse's eyes grew wide as they lay upon the piece of wargear the body was slumped by. "That, I need that." Kombuse said to no one in particular. He looked around the battlefield before deciding to pick up the tube from the ground of the trench. He looked over the lip of the trench and looked to see which of the imperial armored transports where closest. Seeing a rhino in the similar colors as the sorotias, he points it at the apc and pulls the trigger.

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1d100 rolled for a total of: 86 (86)

[Prosperan Son]

The Missile flies straight and true, smashing into the side of the Rhino, jarring the occupants inside and throwing it off track and into the direction of another Rhino. Both slew to a halt, however the rest of the Rhinos advance.

There is only one rocket left to be fired, and the Imperials have almost reached the line. You can see many of your allies start to brandish their blades and unsheathe swords and axes. Bayonets are being fixed, while chains that are wrapped around certain mutants and beastmen allies are being loosened.

[Armoured Priest]

"Um um.." Kombuse mumbled to himself as he looked at the vehicles still rolling forth. He dropped the last rocket down the tube of the launcher before shouldering it once more and pointing it toward a chimera apc this time. He pulled the trigger and let loose the last explosive.

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1d100 rolled for a total of: 92 (92)