A @agentmanatee and @Bright_Ops collabThe push towards the Cathedral had been quiet. Quiet enough to put those currently in the vanguard very much on edge.
The Orks had failed to launch the assault that they had been so certain was coming, suggesting that the green skinned beasts were taking the time to gather together for a massive counter offensive. There were several piles of human corpses along the route through with lootable gear clearly visible there were carefully avoided, as well as the odd trip wire trap that had thankfully only claimed the two people that had found the first one.
In the end, they reached the Cathedral more or less in one piece. As the officers went to talk with their peers to discuss tactics and plans to further fortify, Belgond asked around to find out where the medical area had been set up in order to go and check it out. After asking a couple of people, he finally got his answer; A couple of the front rooms of the Cathedral had been selected for the grim task of trying to nurse the injured and dying.
Thanking the woman who had told him, Belgond quickly made his way through the hustle and bustle in order to step into the former holy building of the Emperor... and witnessed pure, horrific carnage. Bedrolls had been placed on the floor to provide the injured a place to rest, but there had clearly not been enough as some people had to make do with simple blankets or just the stone floor itself. There was no minor injuries here; Only those who had been unable to continue to fight were taken off the line for medical aid...
Where was Ninke going to be placed in this horrible mess?
The medical area was a madhouse. Medics were running from Guardsman to Guardsman, ranking the severity of their injuries and deciding who required aid first, second last and who was already to far gone and deserved the Emperor's mercy. Ninke's own injury was certainly enough to pull her off the line, missing an arm and being unable to hold your lasgun was a serious injury, but as it had been wrapped and largely treated the medical staff had switched her bandages, cleaned the wound again and moved on... she sat alone in one of the corners her helmet off, she was curled around her missing arm and shaking, as the powerful painkiller had worn off from earlier and there was so little in the medicaid itself that it was only being used for the most seriously injured.
She wasn't crying. she was curled up in the corner shaking in pain and praying to the Emperor it would subside, but tears were a waste of her energy and water. All she truly wanted was for the pain to be gone, so that she could fight again... and see Belgond, she had heard that the vanguard had made it mostly unscathed but had yet to see him. It made sense she thought, the room was filled to the brim... though she dreaded in the back of her mind that he had been one of those who made it 'mostly' unscathed... that the last person she knew to any extent was dead, her necklace in his hand grasped against his chest, his cold dead eyes staring up into the sky... she shook all the more for that thought.
It took some time; There were a lot of guardsmen and women in the room that
could have been Ninke. When one of the medics asked him what he was there for, Belgond had been about to be found out when out of the corner of his eye he saw the dead body of what could have only been described as a ball of flesh with teeth. Claiming that he was there to do a sweep to make sure there weren't any more of the 'teeth balls' lurking about trying to eat patients, he had to admit he was amazed at how readily the medic had accepted his answer, clearly relieved that someone was keeping an eye out for the orkish little beasts.
Given some leeway now that he had a legitament excuse for being there (And confident that if anyone actually tried to check if he had been ordered to do so by an officer, the confusion of the battle and the two divided Tushienia forces reuniting would be on his side), Belgond was free to go where he pleased... and found Ninke curled up in a corner.
Quickly making his way over to her, he knelt down and
carefully placed a hand on her side to try and alert her to his presence. "Hey." He muttered softly, trying not to freak her out.
Ninke jumped slightly when Belgond touched her, she had been so focused on her prayers she had not expected anyone to disturb her, but was certainly happy that someone had. Belgond was alive,
"B-b-bb-belgond... thank theee... Emperorair... you're...", she leaned into him, still shaking from the pain in her arm but now fully awake. She remained in her curled up position, leaning against Belgond as she spoke in her shaky voice,
"Th-they repla-placed my bandage... a-aa-an-d couldn't g-g-gggive me more... mor-mor-morphiiine... hard to... talk... hurts... b-bbut you're... h-here now..", she tried to smile, a crooked and pain wracked smile but one nonetheless.
Belgond smiled weakly as he wrapped his arms around her carefully, giving her a proper hug for what it was worth. He doubted that it would do anything to help with the pain but she clearly needed the support right now. "Yeah, I wanted to see how you were doing and make sure you got here alright..." Taking a moment to look around to see if anyone might overhear, he lowered his voice a little as he softly added "If anyone askes, an officer ordered me to do a sweep of the Cathedral to make sure none of the toothy fleshbags that were here before we took the place survived to eat any of the wounded."
Letting the hug end far sooner then he would have liked, he brought his hand up to softly stroke her cheek as he looked into her eyes. "I'll be coming by to check up on you whenever I get the chance alright? If I don't at least make it look like I'm doing the job I was 'ordered' to do I'll end up getting shot for cowardess or something."
Ninke smiled as Belgond talked, happy that he was alive and well. She couldn't do much else though, not able to bring herself to laugh about is minor infraction of being at the medicaid and had no intention of informing anyone of why he was really there.
"I... Belgond... you... you have m-... my necklace... c-c-can I see... it...", she held out her one hand, wanting to feel her most prized possesion again. The shining saint... she needed to see it.
She looked up into Belgond's eyes and nodded slowly as he said he was going to leave,
"I... k-k-keep my ne-... you will need h-her... more... I... I... Belgond... d-d-d-don-... please... don't... leave me... like... like the o-ooo-othairs... please...", she leaned her face towards his, tears she didn't think she still had slowly rolling down her cheeks as she brought her lips closer to his.
Belgond was more then happy to remove the saint from around his neck and give it back to its rightful owner. It honestly looked like Ninke needed her saint now more than he ever did. Offering her a small smile as he carefully placed Ninke's saint back in her hand, Belgond's hand cupped her chin as he leant in to press his lips against hers in order to complete the kiss.
The kiss
had to be shorter then Belgond would have liked, but as he parted he softly whispered to her "Of course I'll come back. I would be a fool to skip out on a date with a beautiful woman like you afterall." He said with a wink, trying to lift her spirits despite the situation before he stood up. Placing his hands back on the lazgun that he had been allowing to hang freely on its strap, Belgond looked slightly pained having to leave Ninke's side but his duty called to him...
She didn't want to part from Belgond, she didn't want to be afraid of being alone again. As he pulled away from her, whispering his promise to not leave her, she gripped his sleeve tightly biting her lower lip to the point a small bead if blood dropped from it,
"Belgond... I... my vox... I need...", suddenly there was a commotion in the back of the room... someone was being hysterical. Ninke peered around Belgond and saw the problem, a Vox operator was shouting at the medics... and they looked like ghosts. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but people were moving now, able bodied Guardsmen were staring to leave.
Ninke again looked Belgond in the eyes and looked to the Vox operator across the room,
"B-belgond... go see wh-what all the... commotion is about... please?", Ninke felt disconnected without her vox and she needed to know what was going on.
Turning to look in the direaction that the Vox operator was shouting from, Belgond glanced at Ninke before nodding his head. "Be right back." was all he said before he started to make his way over to see what the matter was.
The Vox operator was clearly freaking out about something. Before Belgond even got close enough to ask what was wrong, the Vox operator pointed him out. "
YOU! Get your ass outside this instant! They are coming!"
Belgond blinked a little in surprise, his brain lagging behind slightly as he asked "
We're about to be attacked by orks?" in order to clear things up and get on the same page as everyone else.
The Vox operator laughed like a doomed man as he answered "
No dumbass, we're not just about to be attacked by orks. WE'RE ABOUT TO BE ATTACKED BY ALL THE ORKS! MOVE! We need everyone who can wield a lazgun outside this instant!"
Belgond wasn't sure if the Vox operator had been loud enough for everyone in the Cathedral to hear him, but it was clear that it wasn't from lack of trying. Turning towards the front door and going at a steady jogging pace, Belgond knew that he was leaving Ninke out of the loop but with so much attention focused on him and the dire situation, he simply wouldn't be able to swing by to tell her what was happening without getting in a great deal of crap for it.
Hopefully she would understand...
Ninke watched as Belgond was confronted by the vox officer, and after the shouting that followed Belgond... left. He moved at a hustle to the door, until he disappeared beyond the frame. She tried to call to him as he ran, perhaps he heard her perhaps not all she knew was that he didn't stop. What was happening? Ninke's mind ran with possibilities overpowering her pain and only one thing came to mind... orks. They must be attacking... but if it was just orks why was the Vox operator so hysterical? Just how many orks were coming? Ninke shuddered out of thoughts, looking down at the stump that made up just under half of her left arm, she just felt so... useless because of it. Why? For what reason was she here unable to do the Emperor's work or help Belgond? She shrank back into the corner, starting to shake again...
She gripped the Saint in her hand so hard that if she wasn't wearing a glove she whould be bleeding from the Saint's wings. She slipped the necklace back over her head, still shaking slightly, and pushed herself up the the wall until she was standing. It was much easier to stay on her feet without the drug and started towards the door. She wasn't going to sit in the medicaid and wait for the orks to be purged, she was a soldier of the Imperium and she was going to do her part. The medics were so busy trying to decide who could and could not be sent to fight that no one stopped or even noticed the one armed Guardswoman making her way out of the door. She started to hustle as she got out of the door, not sure where to go now. Other Guardsmen were running to their positions, from most regiments and she even saw a few Hirisit here and there.
As she ran it was just her luck that she turned a corner and slammed into someone... much larger than her. Large enough that she was thrown from her feet by the force of him impacting her. She looked up at who she had hit... and her blood ran cold. The steely face of Commisar Jarack stared down at her... possibly now the only survivor of the command structure of the Hirisit regiment, and he was glaring at her. "Vox Operator Ninke, what are you doing? Where is your current designated location?", his right hand was resting on the plasma pistol at his hip where it always was, and it made Ninke gulp slightly before responding,
"I-I-I vhas in er... th-the medicaid but... I-I heard the Orks were attacking aund I vhanted to... to serve the Emperoair...", cold sweat had begun to cover her neck. Commisar Jarack looked down at Ninke's half of a left arm and then back to the troopers face, his frown never changing, "One armed and obviously low on energy and possibly blood and you want to fight the orks? Your so unstable on your feet I was able to knock you down at a brisk walk... and you left your designated location?", Ninke saw something she never thought she would, a ghost of a smile passed through the commisars lips and he helped her to her feet, "Follow me Vox Officer Ninke, we have an ork to sto-", before he could finish the wall to their right exploded in a shower of fire and rock.
Ninke was hurled against the wall, falling to her knees as her ears rang from the blast, she glanced around trying to find the Commisar... he was on his back, and a great piece of shrapnel pierced his gut. Ninke crawled over to him, there was a pool of blood steadily growing around him as he coughed, looking at the vox operator, "Vox-*gurgle*-*cough*, offisher Ninke... ash of thish moment I, Commisar Jarack-*cough*... give you the authority... to lead any troopsh of the Hirishit 482nd... *gurgle* or any lower ranked troopersh*gurgle*, you speak with the authority of a Commisar*cough*, and-and*cough**cough*, as such, take my sidearm ash your*cough* symbol of authority-*gurgle*", he motioned to attempt to remove his belt and holster... the metal shard blocked his hand, and Ninke did it for him, pulling the ornate sidearm to her before he continued, "Go... sherve... the Empero-hrrgllkk...", the Commisar went limp, his hand falling to the ground.
For longer than she probably should have Ninke sat there... the plasma pistol and holster in her hands... she carefully looped the belt arounf her waist and tightened it, withdrawing the pistol and staring aat it. The pistol was currently inactive, its ordinarily glowing top currently cold and lightless, the dark black metal ending in the once clean silvered barrel, much of it now scorched from use The ornate symbol of the Commisariat was picked out in gold along its length on both sides, and the Imperial aquilla was emblazoned on the fine wooden handle. She looked to the clip, withdrawing the plasma cartridge to check it contents, seemingly full. The belt had several bandoleer loops, three of which contained further plasma cartridges. Ninke carefully replaced the cartridge into the gun... now wondering how she would be able to do that with any speed... then it cam to her. She took the three cartridges on the belt, and put them in in her mouth, the end of each one facing out so that she could simply bring the pistol to her mouth to replace the cartridge in the plasma pistol.
She heard the fire, the crack of a thousand lasguns... and then the ork charge,
"WWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!", the sound was deafening, and Ninke ran down the hall in the direction of the nearest fighting... she hoped she could find Belgond, but perhaps that was to much to hope for.
Muttering curses under his breath, whatever doubts and worries that Belgond had in his mind about his relationship with Ninke were banished from his mind as a new wave of more immediate anxieties presented themselves to him in the fact that the grays and browns of the area around the Cathedral was suddenly a lot more green then he remembered it being when he went inside... and getting greener by the second.
Even has he charged forwards in order to get into the cover provided by the defenses that had been built or dug into the ruined ground, lazfire rounds and orkish bullets were being exchanged between the two sides with equal limitation; What orks were getting hit by the lazgun fire seemed to be shrugging off the singler blasts that they were taking while the orks themselves were inaccurate enough that they didn't seem to be hitting anyone expect by pure chance.
As the lines closed that was quickly going to change through...
Proping himself up against the protective cover of a ruined angel statue that had fallen off the cathedral some time ago, Belgond glanced around at those around him to see who he was currently with. There were some Tushienia's and the odd Hirisit mixed in with the red coats and several uniforms he didn't recognize, but at this moment in time where they were from didn't matter; They were human, they were armed and they were currently under attack by giant green monsters.
It was at this point that the orkish artillery started to pound against the Imperial lines and all hell broke loose. Without the armored support (or at least nowhere near enough of it) to properly answer the bombardments, Belgond did what all members of the Tushienia Lizards had been trained to do; Bunker the hell down and try and kill some Emperor damned xenos.
Being a little further back then the frontline itself, Belgond was able to get a bit more of an idea of what was happening where... and saw the gunner of a nearby heavy bolter prove unlucky enough to get an orkish bullet through the head, silencing his gun.
Without thought for his own safety, he charged out of cover and into the open in order to try and replace that lost gunner and get that bolter up and firing once more. Orkish bullets flew by his head, a constant reminder that death was just a roll of the dice away. Just as he made it to the heavy bolter nest, things went wrong; Something powerful smashed into his right forearm, knocking his arm to the side with enough force that it caused him to spin around and fall to the ground, landing on the stone back first.
Then the pain consumed his mind.
After several seconds of screaming loudly, he managed to fight his way through the pain enough to look down at his right arm... and saw what appeared to be a crude, metal spike of a bullet impaled through his forearm! His arm felt like a large metal spike had been hammered through bone because it
had been!
Breathing heavily and trying really hard not to panic, Belgond bit his lip so hard that it bled in an attempt to distract himself from the pain. He was an imperial guardsman and there were Orks to kill DAMN IT!
Holding his ruins arm carefully as he forced himself to sit upright again, Belgond looked at the heavy bolter that was nearby and made a decision. Removing his belt clumsy with his left hand before tying it as tightly around his right arm as possible to stop the blood loss and hopefully numbing the pain in time, Belgond shuffled his way over to the bolter.
It still had at least two thirds of a belt of ammo left in it; Reloading wasn't going to be possible by himself and if it jammed then he was going to be completely screwed but he managed to brace the heavy gun on his right solder while taking the trigger with his left hand... Taking a moment to pray to the Emperor that this wasn't going to hurt as much as he knew it was, he pulled the trigger.
Between using his off hand, being down to one usable arm and the absolute hellish pain that was coursing through him due to what the recoil of the bolter was doing to his right arm, accurately aiming the bolter would have taken an blessing from the Emperor himself, but Belgond did manage to keep the muzzle of the gun at about Ork level; He wasn't going to be shooting humans in the back or wasting bullets against the sky.
The one sliver lining of the orkish charge that was coming at them was that as long as you kept the gun firing in their general direction then you were bound to hit something.
Ninke ran hard, wanting to get to the front line as quickly as possible. She passed other Guardsmen, some running with her, others wounded or dead or just running in other directions. What she thought was interesting was more than a few started actually following her... even a couple of Hirisit, one pulled up next to her, "Ma'am, where are we going?", honestly Ninke wasn't sure and even if she was it was hard to talk with three plasma cartridges in her mouth, so she gestured forward. That seemed to be enough for them, and it wasn't long until they made it to the front.
The particular area they arrived at was in bad shape, the barricade that had been erected had been hit hard by the artillery and there was a large gap in the ferrocrete and steel barrier, and the orks were charging the breach. Ninke and the group of Guardsmen who were following her quickly moved to support the men fighting to stop the charge. Ninke took cover next to the hole in the barricade and switched on the plasma pistol. The ornate gun hummed to life, the containment glowing blue with heat. She popped around to the whole and fired her first shots of plasma, the blue glowing projectiles collided with several orks in the charge, liquefying the areas of impact. They were still coming! Even as more and more lasfire poured into the oncoming horde they didn't slow. Some guardsmen started to break, a few running back into the cathedral... no.
Ninke turned as one of the Tusheina next to her dropped his gun and started to run, and put a shot of plasma in the back of his head. The lizard hit the ground, his head melted into slag. The Guardsmen around looked to the body and then to Ninke, as she stepped out into the breach, and opened fire.
Her finger hardly left the trrigger, super heated plasma flew from the barrel, the projectiles slamming into several green monstrosities and liquefying their insides... and then the beast appeared. From the middle of the horde a massive ork burst through, as tall as Ninke plus another of herself, carrying a massive whirring chain-axe. She poured all her fire into it, along with several other Guardsmen, his heavier armor absorbed the las-shots with no problem but Ninke's plasma pistol was melting through it. As she fired she felt the heat building, and it started to burn through her glove but she couldn't stop shooting... until the cartridge rand dry. She dropped it out of the pistol, and jammed the pistol against her mouth to reload, it burned and scorched her face but she didn't care. She tried to whip the pistol back around but she was to late... it was upon her.
The huge ork screamed something in its barbaric language and brought the axe down at Ninke, who barely managed to avoid being bisected... her left leg was less lucky. The axe tore at her skin and muscle, tearing out ligaments and flesh, she would have screamed if not for the cartridges in her mouth. Instead she brought the scorched barrel against the beasts skull and pulled the trigger. His brain and head were turned into slag and super-heated bubbling sludge as he fell. Ninke stumbled but caught herself, and turned the gun back on the approaching horde, and the pistol was no silent for a second longer, no matter how hot it got.
It didn't take long for the next cartridge to run dry, by now the pistol had melted the palm of her glove into her hand and the radiation started to burn up her right arm and fatigues. As she switched cartridges again, the burning on her face was incredible! The radiation burned around her mouth, how bad she did not know, for now all she could think about was surviving... she prayed to the Emperor that she was not going to die here.