Medusa V - Second Chance

The marines of the mighty Black Legion walked softly in the perimeter of the stone used for the ritualistic offerings. One squad stood by the class-c psyker seemingly guarding him with great vigilance. In fact, they stood swapping stories of their best Astartes-kill, the scared psyker would not dare to try and run anyways. The plan was to seemingly guard the psyker vigialantly, but let the Guardian Angels grab him as chaos sorcerors had impressed upon his mind the false locations of an underground complex. The bait for a trap the altruistic Guardian Angels doubtfully could resist. However, as the sentries walked in the pineforests, they all knew the warnings that the Astartes would probarly not have the intelligence for this operation. Azalmemnon, the Sorceror, said that he'd sensed the Guardian Angels had weak ties to the warp and Captain Anaxagoras confirmed that they were probarly following the edicts of harboring no psykers!


On the other side of the forest, the scouts of the Guardian Angels moved swiftly and closed in on the sentries. In a swift attack they felled two black legionares, but one of them killed wounded a brother-initiate with his chainsword and retreated. Warpdamned! Now their cover was blown!

The lone sentry kept taking pot-shots at them, and he felled the seargent with a precise shot with his bolt-pistol. The Scouts lay low, while the commotion fell down, rather quickly, brother-initiate Melvin thought. But as soon as they started moving a boltpistol fired with deadly accuracy and another scout lay sprawled on the forest-floor, his left leg compleatly missing!

The scouts withdrew from sighting distace and it seemed the aware sentry finally got to convince the others of the approaching scouts and slowly, but surely the security was tightened as the different sentries converged on the object.

The scouts felt they had no choice. Their honour demanded they try something and the sooner the better, they mused, as they did not want even more chaosmarines on the object! With a quick prayer to the Emperor, they charged.

Scouts are no match for full-flegded battle brother, though, especially not veterans of a thousand wars - so the charge was stopped and as more legionares closed in the scouts' fate was soon failed. As the black legionares took great revelry in slaughtering and desecrating the astartes-remains, and so, luckily for the plan, the psyker ran away...

The Guardian Angels combat patrol moved quickly into the area where the remains of the slaughtered scouts were. Luitenant Keeler shivered at the thought of what the young initiates had endured. Luckily all they had endured was merciless slaughter and dismemberment, not all chaos legion were as disciplined...

... soon he noticed that shocked prisoner and he got him on the track back to the other patrols, as it would seem his patrol would go up against some black legionares and probarly some khorne berzerkers. This would not be easy, he mused as he ordered his men to fire and the attack bikes spurted forward and their heavybolters thundered!

Blitzingly fast the berzerkers stormed out of the forest and intercepted the attack bikes, slaugthering them and moved in between the trees, taking refuge from the boltershells. Meanwhile the legionares stormed up the mountainside, mostly gaining cover from the devastators up on the ridge. When they arrived, they were no match in the close-combat that ensued.

Well up over the ridge, the black legionares had the advantage of higher ground and so luitenant Keeler had to advance with the scouts through a hail of boltershells. They were met on the ridge by the legionares, the Aspiring chaos-champion brandishing a powerblade and an intense fight was brought on, Luitenant Keeler valiantly defending the scouts. After all, he was to blame for engaging them, surely they would have struggled to reach the objective! All his skill could not stop two scouts from beeing hurt and hurled to their deaths, though.

The delta-squad bravely, but foolishly charged the berzerkers that had the advantage of striking from within the cover. After a few minutes they stormed out of the forest and headed for the mountainside.

While Luitenant Keeler bravely held off the black legionares, the berzerkers quickly stormed for the scouts and while the luitenant bravely hold on, the berzerkers tore the scouts to shreds while the champions powerfist evaporated the last two.

Just then, Luitenant Keeler threw himself out the mountainside. Beaten and battered his form was picked up by a landspeeder squadron.

Further in the woods the psyker was picked up by a scout patrol.