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"So when exactly does the difficulty start?" One Blood Claw voxed as his chainsword tore through Ork flesh, spraying gobbets of the xenos filth.
"Do not be over zealous, young one." Fafnir responded. "There are many more to slay before this victory will be ours." An ax blow bounced off his black armor. Swinging around quickly, the head of his crozious obliterated the attacking Ork, leaving the smell of burning flesh in its wake.
"Right, Brother Wolf Priest." The Blood Claw responded, sounding repentant. "Just trying to have a bit of fun."
"Fun?" Fafnir asked, sounding as though he would berate the pup. "The fun is in knowing you do the Emperor's work, and destroying his enemies before you." He roared. "Let us take the fight to them!" With that Fafnir charged out from his position, wolf cloak flowing behind him. Cresting the rim of the crater that they had holed up in to whether the Ork counter charge Fafnir could see the scene set out before him.
There was a Horde of the Greenskin menace, the air was thick with the black smoke of their crude machine as they covered the landscape. Amidst their myriad numbers Fafnir saw their objective, an orbital relay that the Orks had taken in a sudden and bold attack on the planet. His wolf brothers had come as soon as they had gotten the word, but the sheer Ork numbers had left nothing to save, only a world to be reclaimed. He glanced back at the five Blood Claws, and two Long Fangs that accompanied him, brave men. The main body of their force was attempting to draw the Orks the other direction while he led a small force to either clear the relay, or if it proved lost... destroy it.
"There," Fafnir pointed to a steep drop off from their vantage point. "We can scale down there and come around them."
"Grunveld and I will stay behind." Offered Hagar, one of the Long Fangs. "If we abandon this position the Orks might seek you out. We can hold their attention here."
"Sure it is not a cover for your aging bones?" Fafnir chided his friend, clapping him on the back. "You will do us proud." He motioned for the Blood Claws to follow him. As they reached the edge to begin the treacherous traverse to the ground Fafnir glanced back to see Grunveld hefting his Heavy Bolter, and Hagar checking over his Plasma Cannon.
"I shall be the first to the bottom." Jovan declared as he began to scale his way down.
"You have never been able to match me in climbing Jovan." Ulfgar responded.
"I will see both of you pitched to the bottom if you do not keep the vox chatter down." Fafnir growled. The remaining two hundred meters of descent down the rock face seemed to last forever as the woves moved slowly and stealthily downwards. When at last they had reached the ground Fafnir looked to check on the Ork's position. There was no new movement, no sign that their advance had been spotted. This put them along a small stream that was recessed from the surrounding landscape, perfect to approach the greenskins unseen.
"Wolf Brothers," Fafnir began. "We go into the heart of the enemy now. Though we go alone we are the fangs of the pack. We shall strike quickly, and we shall strike hard. The enemy shall not know we are coming, until we have ripped out their throat and laid our enemy low." There were nods all around as Fafnir spoke to them, knowing that they were going in against immeasurable odds, but that the relay had to fall.
"The warrior who acts our of honor cannot fail," The Wolf Priest continued. "His duty is honor itself. Even his death - if it is honorable - is a reward and can be no failure, for it has come through duty. Seek honor as you act and you will know the Emperor's protection." He intoned. He ended with a smile across his craggy face. "Now let the hunt begin." So saying the Space Wolves made their way along the stream bed, staying low. With their pelts and furs about their blue-grey armor it was as though a pack of wolves stalked the field.
When they had gotten close to the relay one Blood Claw poked his head just above the ridge line to survey, and quickly ducked again.
"Group of Orks, they do not seem to be alert. Thirty of them."
"Easy pickings." Fafnir said. "Jovan, watch right. Fregi, watch left. Ulgar, get that door open. Wylf and Bjorn, you are with me. Suffer not the xenos to live." So saying he leaped out of the recessed stream bed and landed in a sprint upon the ground. His powerful armored legs propelling him forward at great speed. Immediately he fired off a series of bolts from his bolt pistol, each round finding its mark in the soft unprotected flesh of Ork hide. Fountains of green viscera exploded from the surprised greenskins. The Blood Claws were right on his tail, their shots each precisely fired to pick out a target.
Ulfgar charged into the throng of Orks, smashing them aside as he ran through them barreling towards the door to the relay. Fafnir lost sight of him then, but trusted Ulgar would succeed. As Fafnir waded into the brutal xenos his crozius swung about him like the pendulum of fate, destroying anything that stood in its path.
"Door is open, Wolf Priest." Ulgar's voice called. Fafnir fired off a bolt round finishing off the last Ork that was charging towards Jovan.
"Inside, Blood Claws!" Fafnir shouted, covering their retreat to see if any attention had been drawn. The area was relatively empty, but he knew that would change all too quickly. Once inside he slammed the doors shut, and smashed the operating mechanism with his fist. The Orks would have to force their way in. The first floor to the relay was surprisingly empty, and Fafnir did not like the look of it.
"Jovan, sit rep." He called to the young Blood Claw.
"We have two ways up, Wolf Priest." Jovan responded dutifully. "Stairs and a turbo lift. Sensors pick up a great deal of movement on the upper levels."
"Two teams then. Ulgar, Jovan you are with me." Fafnir ordered. "Fregi, Wylf, Bjorn take the lift. You three take the lift to the top, we shall meet you there."
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