Decilus Prime, Kelphox Sector
Mission: Support and Assist Local PDF Forces until Arrival of Adeptus Astartes
Value: At any Cost
Failure Perimeters: Exterminatus.
Secondary Objective: Locate Inquisitor Braun Varris, and escort to evac site.

Explosions raked the planet’s surface, gunships fell from the sky. All around was battle as the Valkyrie carrying it’s payload of Lieutenant Ellross, and the first squad of her platoon. The former Mordant Acid Dog stood holding a strap hanging from the ceiling as she looked over the first squad of her platoon, knowing that the other squads were following close behind. “Are you bastards ready for a hell of a fight? It’s been a long time since the Remnant fought the traitors, and the first time for The Scorned. We’re first platoon though! Of Second Company. There ain’t nothin we can’t do! Right Guardsmen! We’re going to burn these Traitors to dust, by the time the Astartes get here the war will be over.” She looked over as Third squad’s valkyrie began to fly next to them. “Now, we have our orders for now! There’s a bridge. The only bridge into the city. We’re gonna go see if we can defend it. If not we’re too blow it up, with us on the enemy’s side. Then we move from there and hike our way towards Inquisitor Varris’ location.”

Though just as Lieutenant Ellross finished her briefing to her troops third squad’s Valkyrie began firing it’s autocannons, but it all seemed in vain as suddenly a heldrake crashed into the VTOL and they began spiraling towards the ground, the heldrakes head smashing through the cockpit window, and spraying fire into the vehicle. It exploded before it hit the ground sending the Heldrake falling into a river as pieces of the rained down on the ground below. The Lieutenant turned towards the pilot seeming to argue with him for a moment. “Everyone! Hold onto your asses we’re going in low to stay under anti air! And away from those Emperor damned daemons.” She scooted towards the ramp. “We’re going to be doing a hop jump, so the Valkyrie is going to drop to about five feet above the ground and we’re going to disembark. No one better twist their ankles, cause I’ll leave you on the ground.” She turned to look at them as suddenly the Valkyrie began to shake more violently the lower they got, bolter rounds tore through the air in all directions around the VTOL and even a krak rocket went spiraling past one window. “I hope everyone got their fuckin done before we left, because this could be it for us. No I’m not sleepin with any of you, just because we might die. I got laid a couple nights ago. Thanks though.” A grin was on her face as her right hand gripped the grip of her plasma pistol while the other still held a strap.

The Scorned First Platoon, what a bunch to have fallen into. Corporal Jericho Cross, former Grenadier of the Death Korp's own Siege Regiments, was sitting eerily still as the Valkyrie hurtled down towards whatever misbegotten planet he was going to fight upon now. He was strapped into the transport vessel that the Guard favored, and he found himself missing the cramped, metal boxes that were the Chimeras rolling forward to deposit their Grenadiers into the heart of the enemies weakest point. That was his job, while the regular Krieg troopers ground away in the trenches, where he would indeed spend much of his time as well, it was the Grenadiers that took the special jobs. The Death Korp had no Storm Troopers, Grenadiers were the closest they got to that, and he was it. He missed the trenches, they didn't rock around nearly as much, but he went where the Emperor willed. And glory be unto him, he was willed to be here, with former gangers and penal legionnaires. The others of the platoon registered little to Cpl. Cross, they were marching into death with him, that was enough. They would die, or they would succeed. Let the Emperor judge them for their deeds otherwise, as he did in all things.

The brief was simple enough, charge into the jaws of the enemy, snatch a figure vital to the Imperium out of them, and get them to safety, or die trying. Death and suicide missions were no stranger to the Krieger, their bread and butter was suicide missions, hopeless sieges, and impossible odds. And, by the grace of the Emperor and sheer statistical certainty in numbers, they won. The Krieg Grenadier was silent, face unreadable under his gasmask and respirator, only the steady breathing and checking of his Mark XIV Lasgun ever indicated he was even awake, or alive. The Lieutenant was crass, as expected from a ganger, but the Krieger said nothing, she was in charge, and that was that. She could order the Krieger to leap into the maw of a greater daemon with nothing but an entrenching tool, and he would do his damn best to take it with him. Being informed they would be defending the bridge first reassured the Krieg Grenadier, after all, siege work was as much defending your line, as it was breaking theirs. Cpl. Cross felt right at home with the idea, and was merely waiting for the Valkyrie to reach the drop point. The men of Krieg had faced daemons and traitor Marines before, and today, another Krieger gladly did so again.

Oskar sits on the seat immediately next to the door, so that he would be among the first into the fight. During the flight, he checks over his Melta gun, full tank, full pressure, ready for combat. The LT rambles on about their mission, take the bridge or destroy it simple enough. Oskar inhales from a cigarette and blows the smoke at the floor another suicide mission with a very low chance of success and an even lower chance of survival, nature of the Penal Legion. Chaos Marines were new though, he hadn't fought them before but he wasn't worried. Set something on fire enough it usually dies. The ship starts to shake as bolter rounds strike the hull and other ships were destroyed. Oskar begins to grin under his helmet, 'This will be fun' he thinks.

The Lt moves up to the argue with the pilot while she does Oskar cheers trying to get his own and his men's adrenaline up. "YA'HOO!" he shouts as the ship violently rocks and several bolter rounds explode on the hull. Ellross returns and shouts something about a hop jump out the back, Oskar's grin grows wider the insanely dangerous stakes ramping against them. He holds a bar right next to the door so that he could swing out into the battle as soon as the doors open. His other hand hovers over the door switch waiting for the Lt's order.

Lieutenant Elross looked across the men, the Krieger always giving her an eerie feeling. She stared at the ramp and moved over to it, unholstering her plasma pistol as she did so. “Alright!” The Valkyrie flew low and hovering about ten feet off the ground, as the ramp opened LT Elross hopped off the ramp hitting the ground with a roll before coming into a stand position. PDF were all around having set up defensive formations, a enormous crowd of citizens, and former PDF charged towards the fortifications screaming at the top of their lungs, their clothes torn, symbols painted across their bodies. The PDF opened up fire upon them, lasguns burning through the air, tearing through them and sending row after row of cultists to the ground dead.

Turning the Lt looked up at the Valkyrie and shouted as loud as she could just as several autogun rounds knocked up dirt from the ground around her. “Come on you lot! We got work to do!” She looked around the area, it was a street on the edge of a city, buildings around it burning with holes torn through them from the. All over the place there was fighting, either in large groups, or small five man squads. Some cultists came rushing down a side alley after having clubbed some PDF to death, Lt Elross turned firing a plasma blast into the lead man, sending him to the ground with smoke rising from his chest. “I hope you lot don’t plan to let me have all the fun!”

Cpl. Cross was unperturbed by the final approach, rising onto his feet, hanging onto the straps to not get knocked over by the shaking of the Valkyrie as it came down to hover over the drop point, LT. Elross was out of the craft and Jericho sprinted out, landing with a roll, coming up to a knee at the sound of screaming cultists, former PDF who had lost their way. The Krieger Grenadier didn't open fire on the PDF cultists that had been scythed down by the loyalist PDF. That was good, some men still followed the true path. It reminded him too much of Krieg's past, brother turned on brother by the fell gods of Chaos. But he focused on the current situation, standing up as the Lieutenant called out about having all the fun to herself, muttering a response for her to hear. "Confirmed, engaging traitor PDF."

The first man got slammed into the ground, a burning plasma wound rather neatly cleaning up the leading man. Normally, the Krieger preferred accurate, effective shots over a spray of las fire but, considering the numerical situation coupled with the fact he had a Type XIV Lasgun, which other regiments would know as a Hellgun, he had the means to effectively suppress as well as do some serious damage, mostly from penetrative properties. So he took a forward position, kneeling behind some debris and switching the selector to fully automatic, taking aim through the optics before squeezing the trigger, sending a vicious burst of las rounds down range, punching through several traitors and sending them stumbling to the ground. He kept firing in short, automatic bursts, mostly to manage the damned heat the Type XIV produced, but it would make a hell of an effect, time enough for Sarge to get in place with his flamer and really clean up.

Oskar shouted in joy again with the rough ride of the Valkyrie and slapped the switch with the butt of his melta-gun when the Lt gave the order. The ramp fell and he hopped out of the Valkyrie and tumbled careful not to damage the flamer fuel tank on his back. He lands heavily and slides on the concrete, letting his Carapace Armor take the damage. Just after he lands Elross asks if she gets to have all the fun, the Krieger replies by unloading his Las-gun into the traitors at full auto. Several heretics fall to his fire while Oskar slings the Melta onto his back and switches it with the Flamer, hoses running to the fuel tank on his back.

"A'ight, Cross. Calm down" Says Oskar knowing full well that he was always perfectly calm. Cross replied by shifting position to give him a clear line of fire. Cross also switched his hell-gun to single fire to take a few pot shots past Oskar. The flamer erupted pouring fire down at the advancing heretics dozens of them fell while Oskar taunted them. "You want some!" he slides his flamer to cover more of the right side of the bridge while yelling "How about you! I got plenty for yah bastards!" after the initial wave of cultists where burning heaps he looks over his shoulder at Elross, "It's ok, L-T you dont get to have all the fun."