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[Prosperan Son]

Loloong, that was the New Target. They had already failed to take Gustav, but fault did not lie with the Men and Woman of Krieg. If the other Guardsmen regiments had been as steadfast and unwavering as them, they could have taken the Space Port. Causalities didn't matter, to stand at the side of the God- Emperor was what all Guardsmen should attain, At least that is what the Commissars told the 88th Death Korps of Krieg Regiment. The chance to regain some honor and reputation presented itself now. With so many of the enemy focused on holding Gustav, The Agri-World Loloong was now a feasible target.

After landing their forces, the Kriegsmen had gone over 72 hours without so much as making contact with either the Arch-Enemy or Civilians, in fact it seemed as if they hadn't made much progress at all. The land seemed to go on for miles without changing, the Psykers brought along to aid the regiment, said that the Warp's influence was not as strong, but of course, Psykers could be manipulated. It was on the Dawn of the 4th Day that battle had finally arrived.

A mortar shell had blown apart the tent closest to Emily and Shiela, who had been in a tent of their own, awakening from rest, only to find immediate conflict. Tracer rounds filled the air, pocketing holes in tents, vehicles, weapons, and Kriegsmen. Chaos had found them.

[Armoured Priest]

"Well isn't this is hell of a wake up call?" Emily said with a grin under her red skull face plated gas mask as she grabbed her hellgun and checked it's powercell and promethium tank. She hurridly put on her gear and trench coat as Sheila did the same.

"I knew the damn psykers were not worth scheißen." she swore as she put on her trenchcoat and white skull face plated gasmask, obviously a little mad at being woken up so early. She grabbed her medica bag and drew out her bolt pistol. "Let's see what we can do schwester." she said to Emily as she headed out, with emily following close behind carrying her bag labeled 'Feuerwerks'.

[Prosperan Son]

Another three Mortar shells landed amongst their camp, sending great juts of earth into the air, along with several more Kriegsman. The Trajectory of the Shells hinted that they came from behind a vast hill to the north, well, that and the chorus of whooping, chanting and screaming that most chaos followers displayed. The Tracer fire increased, causing Imperials to find as much cover as possible, all the while the Renegades sent forth their infantry.

The first wave was the lowest of the low. A mismatch of foul men and mutants from all over the lower classes. Most of them wielded old auto-guns, equipped with makeshift bayonets made from cooking knives, sharpened rocks. Several spotted the two females Kriegers and immediately opened fire upon them.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 15 (15)

[Armoured Priest]

Both of the Kriegers immediately dove into what ever cover they could find among the debris of their camp, and traded shots with the heretical scraps with bolt pistol and hellgun.

Hellgun: 1d100 rolled for a total of: 82 (82)
Bolt pistol: 1d100 rolled for a total of: 91 (91)

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A cultist fell to the ground, head blown clear off his shoulders , another toppled over him, steaming holes cratering his chest. The other renegades continued to madly dash towards the two, uncaring of whoever died. Three of them took cover of their own, firing well aimed shots towards the two.
1d100 rolled for a total of: 63 (63)

[Armoured Priest]

"Ficking predictable, no fire discipline at all." Shelia said under her as she lined up a shot on one of the shooting cultists from her cover.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 78 (78)]

"What do expect? They are not from krieg." Emily said to her. She looked down the targeter of her rifle and fired controlled bursts of powerful energy bolts at the other two cultists.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 87 (87)
1d100 rolled for a total of: 95 (95)

[Prosperan Son]

Two more of the filth fell to the floor, killed by the precise aiming of the Kriegsman. The screeching only further increased, as the shouting came closer, and then the the first of the cultist closed in. One of them climbed over the women's cover, wielding a crude rusted sword, his skin dirty and etched with markings that were painful to lay eyes upon. The cultist leaped forward, swiping it's sword at Emily's head.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 95 (95)

[Armoured Priest]

As she tries to duck the swing of the poorly maintained sword, she tries to pull out her serrated combat knife from its' boot sheath and stab it deep into the traitor's neck.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 85 (85)

Shelia reloads her bolt pistol with an audiable clack of the magazine being slammed home into the weapon. He aims at another of the closing cultists and opens fire.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 90 (90)

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A sharp cry of pain escapes springs from the Cultist's lips, his eyes bulging in agony as the blade slides into his throat. His death is not slow, but the blade has pierced his spine and he topples over Emily, dead weight dragging her down.

Another cultist spirals to the ground, head blown in half. There is a brief moment of Satisfaction for Sheila, but the sound of a revving chain blade swinging is heard from behind Sheila, the blade coming at her head.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 72 (72)

[Armoured Priest]

Sheila tries to duck and twist around on her heels, bringing her bolt pistol to bear and shot multiple times.

100 rolled for a total of: 83 (83)

Emily grunts in fustration as she shoves the body off her and now reloaded her hellgun for more.

[Prosperan Son]

100 rolled for a total of: 89 (89)

The Traitor Guard swings his sword arm to the right, knocking Sheila's hand and the subsequent shots off to the side. Gripping his blade tightly with both hands, he raises the sword swinging it downwards.

100 rolled for a total of: 25 (25)

Multiple shots struck the ground around Emily, Cultist firing blindly from behind cover. A large roar is heard from the Cultist ranks, a lumbering creature stepping through the traitors. It was roughly humanoid, standing on on bird like feet that ended in long black talons, it was spotted with patches of fur and feathers, it's mouth extended in a fang lined muzzle.There pieces of flak armor strapped to it's shoulders and abdomen, offering small protection. The beast rushed towards Emily on all fours, killing intent in it's eyes.

[Armoured Priest]

Sheila goes for a swift kick into the heretics crotch with her steel toed combat boot.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 99 (99)

"Oh." Was all Emily said before she went to fish out a frag grenade from her pouch. She pulled the pin and threw it into the things path, hoping to at least cripple a limb or so.

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

[Prosperan Son]

The Heretic doubled over in pain, chainsword falling from his hand. He fell to the floor, huddled in pain. The sword revved for a few scant seconds before dying.

The Grenade went off a foot away from the beast, fire, shrapnel and dirt blasting outwards in all directions. All was still for a moment, everything seeming to slow, save for the wild shots being traded back and forth. The stillness broke as the beast, fur dirty with blood and dirt rushed forward, it's left arm destroyed from the elbow down, it's legs shredded, yet still it moved towards Emily.

[Armoured Priest]

With the traitor now on the ground in pain, Shelia aimed her bolt pistol at his head and pulled the trigger once more.
1d100 rollled for a total of: 89 (89)

"Oh come on!" Emily complained as she took up her hellgun. Making sure it had a fully charged cell in the port, she opened fire on full auto onto the bird like creature bearing down on her.
1d100 rolled for a total of: 94 (94)

[Prosperan Son]

The cultist body spasmed once before going still. Her assailant finished, Shelia could now refocus on the remaining cultist, who were even now being swept away by las-fire from other Kriegsman.

The beast body was rocked back repeatedly, the monster slumped to a stop before Emily, four holes burned right through it's chest, smoke and the stench of burnt flesh and fur filling the air.

[Armoured Priest]

Emily pumped a few more las bursts into the thing before she regrouped with Shelia. "Hm, that was a big one." shelia remarked, seeing the dead abomination behind Emily. "Ja, and I think there is more where they come from." she said with a grin under her gasmask. Shelia nodded in agreement, knowing what she meant. They both turned and moved up to advance with their fellow Kriegers and fired at any cultist or traitor that still had the gull to stay and fight.

Bolt pistol
1d100 rolled for a total of: 86 (86)
Hellgun
1d100 rolled for a total of: 92 (92)

[Prosperan Son]

"HOLD THE LINE!" The acting Colonel yelled out to all of the Kriegsman, who even as they were firing upon the enemy, fanned out to Loose Wall Formation. The remaining cultist of the first wave were wiped out by a salvo of las-fire. There was a silence afterwards as the last of the wave died, even the chanting of the enemy coming to a stop.

[Armoured Priest]

"Is that it?" Emily wondered, keeping her Hellgun at the ready, scanning the fields before the Krieg line. "Looks like it schwester." Shelia said as she reloaded the bolt pistol. "But I doubt that is the last we will see of them today." she added. Emily nodded in agreement. They both waited to see what the acting Colonel next orders are.

[Prosperan Son]

The Colonel looked towards the hill for a moment, holstering his laspistol. He looked towards the men, sweeping his sword over them." Good Job men, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. We'll need to set up some barricades and secure this area for a landing zone." He said to them all, he looked towards Shiela and Emily." Kroenon!Ricthofen! Take some men and scout ahead, I want to know how they snuck up on us so easily and how we've been able to find any trace of them for days."

[Armoured Priest]

They saluted the colonel. "Jawohl." he acknowledge the colonel in unison. Sheila turned around to the troopers around them. "You and your squad will do." she said, pointing to a sargent and his ten man squad.