I had command of some eleven of my brothers. Daeka, our last apothecary, had expended the last of his unctions and chems in the last ambush and had nothing to give the wounded. Devoid of purpose, he had reverted to that of a line legionary, yet occasionally scavenged medical supplies from the fallen…  

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Sergeant Tarageth Sune found us on the thirteenth day, stalking the refuge tunnels and abandoned subsurface mag-rail network. Three of his Terran born brothers were in tow, mercifully unhurt yet in need of ammunition. We consolidated our meagre supplies and shared what little information we had. Sune suspected that he and his men were being tracked through the tunnels by Thallax Automata and Seeker Squads… We would take the fight to them…

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Sergeant Tarageth Sune

….the Thallax are scrap and the Seeker Squad dead. Molor timed the detonation perfectly, collapsing the tunnel behind our pursuers and taking them by surprise. I hurled my last phosphex orb into their midst, forcing them to break cover and into our waiting bolters. After five days of hiding we sorely needed combat… we needed vengeance. No quarter was given. It cost us Vasha, who took a kill shot to the head and Mulog was injured badly, yet for all that we emerged the stronger for it. Dragging the bodies away before phosphex consumed them, we scavenged plenty of ammunition and warplate. Amongst the treasure trove we found specialist equipment common among Seeker units. This would prove useful indeed…

… Melta charges, prometheum and phosphex haunted our every tread. Evidently when the Seekers didn’t return they suspected the worst. It was time to go – better to die fighting on our feet than be extinguished like vermin in the dark…

…The sounds of heavy fighting echoed above us, steeling our hearts. More loyal kin yet live. As much as we wanted to burst onto the surface, I gave into reason; the terrain was unknown to us, as was the direction of fire and the placement of forces. We would wait until the fighting had died down…

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Like the Dusk Raiders before us, we emerged at nightfall and into the world above. A mass of twisted metal and tortured ruins greeted us as we moved silently into the city of ghosts. Surveying our position, it seemed that we were some eight miles south of our original holdfast. The Omni-Scope stolen from the Seeker dead proved most useful in scrying the darkness and radfog that had fallen around us…the battle had moved on and so too had the combatants… A second sweep of the Omni-Scope revealed engine signature….

Taking to the tunnels once more, the access shaft led me closer to where we had detected the signatures. Emerging once more, this time in absolute gloom, save for the flash of distant explosions and titan flare lumes, we stole closer to the target. Three brothers accompanied me, Daeka, Sollum and Kulg. It was then that we deactivated our power armour. I had no wish to give myself away so easily to augur sweeps. The Mark III plate would slow me considerably, but I felt steadier knowing that the tell-tale of heat signature and the low hum of reactor cells would not betray me. We moved silently for what seemed like hours, freezing at the slightest sound….

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…I recognised the iconography immediately. The Damocles rested to the rear of a trio of Medusas that fired northward. Vox chatter babbled incessantly between the cacophonous bellows of the siege guns as a column rhinos and Proteus Land Raiders gunned their engines by us, their high beams stabbing into the gloom…

…The Damocles…Our enemy believed that it had this sector secure and was free to operate with impunity. They would pay for their arrogance…

…closer still…

…closer…

Daeka and Sollum would take the Medusa crews, detonating their payloads and sowing confusion… Maybe they would mistake us for their own. Or perhaps not. The crews were too focused on their work and of a tactical detail there was no sign. The sheer hubris of it all…they thought they had us beat….well…

I would make for the command vehicle… 

It bore the personal seal of a favoured of Mortarion himself…Marshal Durak Rask.

My armour activated, the fibre bundles straining with strength and motion. In that same moment a vox-hailer roared its challenge to me as a score of gun lamps pointed in my direction.

“HALT AND BE RECOGNISED”

With calm conviction, I held up a hand and announced myself to my foe.

“I am Section Leader Crysos Morturg”

The first Medusa exploded as I broke into a run.

END TRANSMISSION

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