|COMMIT TO: Imperial Data File Inq/16787/DTH |
CROSS FILE: Inquisition into the Adeptus Astartes
INPUT DATE: 0126002.M42
|AUTHOR: Inquisitor Palatine |
TRANSMITTER: Astropath Secundus Ariel
RECEIVER: Astropath Prime Joshua
|SUBJECT: Cleansing of Cygurdsin - The Hybrid Revolt begins, After Action Forensic report||THOUGHT: Honour the Dead, You will join them soon enough|
Trooper Svart squatted low into the ice covered undergrowth and gazed disconnectedly into the tangled bracken ahead. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck until it met the fur lining of the upturned collar of his great coat. He had been born in the uplands of the north, far from this place but somehow, strangely the same. He had spent many a season as a boy and then a youth hunting in forests just like this. He loved the way the blue tinged light of the Day-Star turned the delicate snow crystals a deep turquoise, How the icicles in the trees tinkled musically in the slightest breeze. But today the forest was different. Today there was something wrong. Something was turning the cool blue shade under the canopy of leaves into a chilling darkness. A shockingly fast movement in the shadowy undergrowth ahead jerked him back from his reverie. It had been so fast he barely believed he had seen anything. He halted and droped to one knee. Some distance behind him he could hear the stealthy movements of the rest of his squad followed his lead. Ignoring them he swallowed and turned his head slowly this way and that, looking at the bush with is unconscious mind as he had learnt as a boy. Waiting to see if his brain could pick out a pattern that didn't belong, or a movement that was not a part of the forest. When the alien thing curled out from the branches barely 2 meters from his head he could hardly believe his eyes. It appeared as if growing out of the very bark of the tree. It paused completely motionless for a split second staring at him, its glass hard black eyes reflecting his own image back at him. Svart barely had time to scream as it struck.
The Terrain was made up of light woods leading to an open groxx paddock in the far northern edge. These trees provided a 5+ cover save in the undergrowth but did nothing to block line of sight or slow down movement.
DEPLOYMENT - 109th Millitia
The Patrol was stretched out in column of march when the Cultists backed by a fragment of Hive Behemoth called to the world by the siren of the cult hive mind. Red platoon hammer squad 1 was in point followed the rest of red platoon then Green platoon and finally 1st Company HQ accompanied by Commissar Matilda.
DEPLOYMENT - Tyranid xenos
We have determined from surviving battle ROM that a brood of hormagaunts deployed in line on the right flank in parallel with the line of advance. To their right a brood of warriors kept a tight control on their activities.
Warriors anchored the hormagaunts on the eastern ridge line, forming the center of the xenos formation.
The box was held shut by the Magus and his retinue of fanatical heretic bodyguards.
Sat in a field beyond the forest surrounded by disinterested groxx the monstrous Tyranid Biovore readied its self to rain spores over the battlefield.
TURN ONE - Tyranid Hive Fleet Germanicus
The 'nids sprang the ambush as 1st Leftenant Andiemann led his column into its killing zone. The Hormagaunts moved forward after dispatching the scouts, easily outpacing the larger warriors in their eagerness to close with the column.
The first sign of the oncomming avalanche of chittin and claws for most was the piercing shreik of a mycetic spore arcing across the azure firmament and landing with a squelch dead center of Red Platoon HQ. Four men were completely coated in the sticky green ichor which issued from the spore. Men knocked over by the concussion staggered to their feet and gazed curiously at the substance. Then the screaming began as they saw their own limbs and those of their comrades rapidly begin to melt into red-black puddles.
The Hormagaunts rounded the gap in the ridgeline, their chitinous plates rustling with a light susurration. As soon as the first of the 1/109th came into view they leapt forward with unnatural speed closing the remaining distance in a single bound landing in amongst the green PDF troopers.
Even veteran troops would have been hard pressed to stand up to such a sudden assault by so feared an enemy. Red platoon who had been leading the patrol stood no chance. Three good men died immediately without ever having a chance to raise their weapons in self defense. Tyranids clawed their way over the bodies of the fallen in an effort to close with new meat. For the men of Red Anvil 1 the shock of the attack and horror of the foe was too great to face and they broke and ran.
TURN ONE - 1/109th Cygurdsin Millitia
1st Leftenant Andiemann wasted no time ordering his defense. Even as he heard the screech of the incoming spore mine, he ordered the Mortar teams to deploy and return fire. with guidance from the radio operator of Red Hammer 1 they were soon shelling the advancing Warriors at the cusp of the valley, blowing chunks off of one of the beasts and wounding it severely.
Trooper Vallent overcame one of them, splitting its exoskeleton open in several places with his lasrifle on auto, then repeatedly plunging his bayonet into the cracks until the thing stopped twitching.
TURN TWO - Tyranid Hive Fleet Germanicus
In the next valley over the Magus and his bodyguard of insane human dupes leapt from cover in another short rush to close with the enemy. The covered their attack with wild blasts from their riot guns hitting nothing but making plenty of noise.
In all of this confusion the shrieking arrival of the second spore mine went almost unnoticed. This mine landed well short of the PDF line coming to rest in amongst the rocky outcrop at the head of the valley.
The hormagaunts, urged on by the approaching Warrior brood went into overdrive. Frenzied attacks first drove the men of Red Hammer 1 back then finally overwhelmed them in an avalanche of angry bugs. With a taste for human flesh the bugs rushed forward heedless of the guns now hastily being re aimed in their direction.
TURN TWO - 1/109th Cygurdsin Millitia
The PDF position was resting on a knife edge. The Mortar men had changed targets at the request of the grenadier of Green HQ, who - having scaled the ridge between the two valleys - had reported seeing something moving in the cool darkness of the next valley over, but their shots had failed to find any mark and had done nothing but churn up leaf mould.
Sergeant Pultroon of Red Anvil 1 dove into cover and rallied his squad around him. Taking only a few moments to re organize he set the remaining trooper of the heavy bolter team to reset his weapon while he and the remainder of the squad provided covering fire hoping to suppress the cultists now rushing towards his new position.
Green Platoon turned their guns on the advancing Hormagaunts punishing the slayers of Red Hammer 1 with lasrifles, many went down but still they came on. Heavy bolter fire from Green Anvil 1 swept across the onrushing xenos chopping up 'nids and branches alike, but still they came on.
The grenadier from Green HQ saw the mortar round fall lighting up the darkness with blasts of High explosive and his eyes widened in horror as a mountain of oily black chitin and claws reflected the light back at him. screaming frantically for the mortars to adjust he lobbed his own shot into the densely pack ranks of genestealers. Shrapnel whickered through the air shredding foliage but the pure strains were seemingly unaffected.
TURN THREE - Tyranid Hive Fleet Germanicus
The Genestealers continued their advance towards the ridge. More genestealers infiltrated quietly through the woods to the right of the original infestation, and to the left a small group of hybrids armed with a motley collection of arms moved up stealthily, in the direction of the mortar teams.
The Warriors picked their way almost delicately through the viscera and body parts that was all that remained of Red Hammer 1 Squad. The Warrior paused as though in thought. It cocked it head curiously at the humans scurrying about in the forest a head and sent a burst of poison flechette out from the venom cannon it carried in its lower limbs. The diamond hard rounds scoured the undergrowth around Red Anvil 1 punching through roots, leaves, ballistic cloth and flesh. When Sergeant Pultroon glanced around after the firing stopped two of his men were convulsing in poison induced agony while a third was frantically patting at his uniform to pull out a barb that had lodged in the ballistic cloth.
The Magus and his body guard leapt forward once more, once more firing a cloud of shot as they came. This time their charge carried them straight into Red Platoon HQ. 2nd Leftenant Dagenhad drew his powersword and lunged into the fray, determined to take the strangely clad leader down, he angled his counter rush to bring him face to face with the Magus.
He was halfway through a back handed swing that would have decapitated his opponent when his gaze met the magus's eyes. His mind struggled for only a brief moment before his mind snapped and all that was Jamis Dagenhad fell into the abyss that was the Magus's gaze. What replaced him belonged body and soul to the all-father. The platoon Grenadier was the first to notice. Seeing the leftenants sword arm fall slack at this side, he turned on his heel and ran, soon the whole of Red Platoon HQ was running back towards the guards lines. Quickly taking advantage of the situation the Magus spurred his bodyguard on, straight into Red Hammer1.
TURN THREE - 1/109th Cygurdsin Millitia
1st Leftenant Andiemann, raised his head above the tangle of roots behind which he was hiding to survey the scene. Red Platoon was gone. Hacked down or dissolved in only a few minutes of combat. He could see Red Platoon HQ , all that was left of 25 men and women, streaming back towards his lines. The only thing left for him to to was by space and time to out gun these abominations. He dropped back into cover, grabbed the handset from his vox operator and began issuing the necessary orders.
The rest of Green Platoon HQ moved up to the top of the ridge to fire down onto the advancing purestrains.
Grenades Lazbeams and plasma beams strobed out into the gathering darkness of the forest seeking out the advancing horrors, but none went down. The Mortars added their weight of fire and this time managed to drop 3 Genestealers with shrapnel. In the valley behind them Green Hammer 1 opened up with lasfire on the advancing Warrior 'nids. A cheer went up when the fearsome bug with the venom cannon shuddered, staggered and fell, punctured by many wounds.
Red Hammer 1 couldn't face the fight with the Magus's bodyguard and, after a brief indecisive bout of hand to hand, broke and ran.
TURN FOUR - Tyranid Hive Fleet Germanicus
The Magus and his bodyguard, still brimming with confidence with their run of luck continued their headlong rush toward the Guards positions, firing as they came. Behind them the two remaining Warriors advanced as well.
One of the guardsmen of Green Hammer 1 stepped out from behind the bole of the tree he was using as shelter and caught a cloud of shot with his face and collapsed screaming with what was left of his mouth. His screams blended for a few moments with the telltale screech of an arriving spore mine which landed directly in between the bodyguard and the PDF line. An eerie quiet draped itself across the valley floor as both sides wondered what the Poison Spore would do. Then the Magus, assured by the hive mind imperative to kill the unbeliever whatever the cost, Lunged into the guards followed by the lunatic dupes sworn to his protection. Another of the PDF leadership cadre fell to the will of the Magus as Green Hammer 1's sergeant lost a battle of wills.
On the ridge overlooking the PDF position the situation turned from bad to worse, the pure strains crested the ridge and within a few brief moments had reduced the four men of Green Platoon HQ into steaming piles of viscera and body parts. then just as quickly consolidated back behind the crest of the ridge. Behind them the Scythed Gene stealers were closing ground quickly.
TURN FOUR - 1/109th Cygurdsin Millitia
It was to be of no avail though 2nd Leftenant Dagenhad hacked down three of his former comrades. The body guard with the eviscerator added to the tally by splitting trooper Karris messily in half. In the confusion the Magus hypnotised the squad vox operator and with that last horror both Red Platoon HQ and Green Hammer 1 fled the fight.
TURN FIVE - Tyranid Hive Fleet Germanicus
On the far flank the cult hybrids advanced again pouring on fire from their motley collection of weapons. Up on the ridge the three remaining genestealers from the purestrain brood supported by the scythed Genestealers bounded back up the hill and buried 1st Leftenant Andiemann along with two of his command squad in a scrum of clawing chittinous bodies. Commissar Sainte immediately rallied the squad and plunged into the fray.
In the valley behind them another spore mine landed in the middle of the PDF position noisily dissolving 2 men. The remaining Warriors continued their march towards the fight.
TURN FIVE - 1/109th Cygurdsin Millitia
By now the battle was lost. The Mortar crews continued without guidance to pour fire onto the reverse slope of the ridge killing two Scythed Genestealers .
The remains of Green Hammer 1 squad charged the cultists in the vain hope of selling themselves dearly. But their heart wasn't in it and after a brief flurry of blows they broke and fled the field. But not before the Magus had wiped another mind for the hive.
Commissar Sainte stabbed at the genestealer trying to tear out her bowel with her power sword and ripped the blade upwards severing diamond hard bone and muscle with equal ease then turned to face the next foe. She was all alone on the hill as all of what was now her command squad had been cruelly torn to shreds.TURN SIX - Tyranid Hive Fleet Germanicus
The brood of hybrids advanced once more and formed a firing line. They raised their weapons and executed all but two of the Mortar crews. They were the lucky ones as the remaining two became the playthings of the two remaining Warriors who had final joined the fight. On the hill Commissar Sainte lived only slightly longer before the purestrains overcame her. The field belonged to the Cult.
There were no survivors.