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[kaian-a-coel]

Now THAT make sense.

ALL HAIL GRENADES

everyone throw a grenade, you included, and fire at will, focusing on the damned servitors. then spread out to cover when they are about to fire.

[Dsarker]

Not us. We have only a krak. Get our squad leader to grenade launcher the bastards to death

[Shade-o]

Kraks or frags?

[Shade-o]

-=-Handoria Insurrection-=-
Every Commissar has to start somewhere
Part 15

While you think, Mergen checks his grenade stock. Frowning is never a good result when checking armaments.

He explains that while a Krak grenade might well blow a good chunk of servitor away, the amount of suppressive fire from the enemy would make getting an accurate shot off very difficult, to the extent that running out of munitions before targets would be certain.

Vaccarella nudges you and clears his throat.

"Given our situation, it might be viable to request direct fire support."

You stare at him blankly, then follow his gaze to the SDF craft patrolling above the plaza canopy.

"I'm fairly sure that would kill us too, Lieutenant."

"Not at all, Commissar Cadet." he explains while the servitors continue their countdown. They seem to have gotten stuck on 16 for some time now. "In the event of a breach in the canopy, a blast shield will close across it. Quickly enough to stop us from asphyxiating, I assure you."

"16...16...16...16...15...16..."

[kaian-a-coel]

Okay... The current situation is AWKWARD.
We're blocked in a room with the only exit being behind two dozens of rebel militia and three servitors with lascannons, countdowning to fire (stuck at 16, let's hope they'll STAY stuck).
The solutions are either an inaccurate volley of grenades (risky and low chances of success), or request support fire, but this will BLAST THE HELL OUT OF THE CEILING, wich lead to OUTER SPACE.

Given the fact that
1) the enemy control doors
2) servitors are broken

I'm not very confident with blasting the only thing that protect us from the void.

As the servitors seem stuck, i'd propose to sneak from cover to cover, with covering fire, in order to get to the militia and rout them before servitors are able to fire their lascans.

[Dsarker]

Have both squads advance by fire and movement, with vipers giving covering fire.

[Shade-o]

-=-Handoria Insurrection-=-
Every Commissar has to start somewhere
Part 16

You consider Vaccarella's plan for all of half a second before dismissing it. "Lieutenant, while I appreciate your help, I'd rather not risk blowing us into space or being vaporised by shipboard weaponry. Your squad will provide covering fire while we advance to close combat, then we can disable the servitors."

"16...16...REBOOTING...20...19...18...15...13"

"We're out of time! Squad, grenade volley and charge! Vaccarella, suppression then follow!"

A hail of frags flies out across the plaza, followed shortly by the entirety of Mergen's squad. Though a tempting target in the open, the combination of incoming grenades and furious fire from Squad Two prevents any of the militia from getting a good shot off. A few are unable to find safety, and you have the satisfaction of seeing them torn to shreds.

"Traitors earn naught but shame and defeat!"

You emphasise the finality by impaling a traitor through the chest.

[kaian-a-coel]

YAY! victory!
Quick! disable the servitors!

In the same time, shoot any traitor you see in the face chanting glorious hymns to the emperor.

[Sheb]

Priority is killing the servitor though.

[Shade-o]

-=-Handoria Insurrection-=-
Every Commissar has to start somewhere
Part 17

Thanks to your heroic charge, Mergen's squad is able to evacuate their cover before the servitors can fire. You're already hacking and slashing at various cowards when the countdown ends, and only when you decapitate the militia leader (a burly miner clad in thick ablative armour, wielding some sort of chainsaw) do you find the time to stop and assess the wider situation.

The servitors are targeting the various bits of cover around the Plaza, and eliminate them with mechanical efficiency. Statues, benches, garbage canisters and tasteful garden beds are all annihilated by the concentrated beams of light. You quietly thank the Emperor for the limited scope of these machine's abilities, their most threatening programming being the elimination of static debris.

While the remaining few militia scramble for safety through the open blast door, Vaccarella's squad reappears. All except one, who seems to have caught a laser blast and allowed it straight through their torso. Several other squad members from Mergen's have sustained light injuries from their close fighting, but otherwise your forces are intact.

Examining the servitors that are continuing their cleaning action on the now-unoccupied Plaza, you determine that nothing short of Krak grenades could significantly damage their thick, overprotected hides. From your safe position behind them, you watch as Mergen carefully lands a Krak on the upper-back of each one, removing a significant amount of cabling, circuitry and flesh. With the armour-piercing explosions the servitors freeze and cease firing, then repeat a string of numbers and letters interspersed with error-related messages. You can't help but wonder at the efforts the tech-priests must have gone through to create such resilient and dependable servants, despite the unfortunate susceptibility to being repurposed against the Emperor's loyal.

With the sizzling of burning metal and splatter of ichor in the background, you perform a hasty battlefield blessing for the fallen Quintius Barodus. The first death under your watch, and certainly not the last.


A vox from the orbiting ships comes through; due to overwhelming resistance at other insertion points your reinforcements have been redirected. For now there can be no extraction, and you'll have to make do with your existing forces.

[kaian-a-coel]

is that a surprise?
Go straight, yet carefully, for the head traitor, with a few guys scouting a few meters ahead, and healing the wounded.
Also loot the dead's weapon(s) for better use. He'll understand.

(Note: it is common in 40k for the weapons to be more valuable than the bearer. especially plasma weapons.)

[Dsarker]

We agree with advancing to our target. But we don't need to loot the dead.

[Shade-o]

-=-Handoria Insurrection-=-
Every Commissar has to start somewhere
Part 18

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Mergen's Marauders
Fireteam One
Morale	Confident
Name	Rank	Weapon	Speciality	Extra	Health
Quinton Mergen	Sergeant	Grenade Launcher		2 Det Pack	Uninjured
Tarra Vasi	Corporal	Lasgun	Vox Operator	1 Frag	Uninjured
Quinton Labonne	Trooper	Lasgun		1 Frag	Slightly Injured
Thaddeus Haare	Trooper	Lasgun		1 Frag	Slightly Injured
Moises Naef	Trooper	Lasgun		1 Frag	Slightly Injured
Fireteam Two
Morale	Confident
Name	Rank	Weapon	Speciality	Extra	Health
Octavius Halian	Commissar Cadet	Sabre + Laspistol		1 Krak	Injured
Elwood Sturn	Corporal	Flamer			Uninjured
Ming Modic	Trooper	Lasgun	Medicae		Uninjured
Thaddeus Shuskey	Trooper	Shotgun			Slightly Injured
Rod Saglimben	Trooper	Shotgun			Injured
Laurinda Burrel	Trooper	Shotgun			Uninjured

Vaccarella's Vipers
Morale	Confident
Name	Rank	Weapon	Speciality	Extra	Health
Marcel Vaccarella	Lieutenant	Lasgun			Uninjured
Eald Balini	Sergeant	Lasgun			Uninjured
Jackson Leski	Corporal	Lasgun	Vox Operator		Slightly Injured
Carolin Cannedy	Corporal	Autogun	Medicae		Slightly Injured
Kendrick Goletz	Corporal	Autogun			Uninjured
Quintius Barodus	Corporal	Stub Pistol			Dead
Tarrius Cossin	Trooper	Autogun			Slightly Injured
Carey Landero	Trooper	Autogun			Slightly Injured
Kit Widmark	Trooper	Stub Pistol			Uninjured
Marlin Hitzel	Trooper	Stub Pistol			Slightly Injured

Note that none of the Vipers have body armour.

After ascertaining that Barodus only had a stub pistol, you and your squads evacuate the Plaza. The blast doors now seem far more threatening than they did before. You move down the corridors and streets at a rapid pace, finding no resistance. The surviving militia must have fled in terror at your ferocious assault.

Finally you reach the target zone, a large hanger of some kind. A few dismantled vehicles and ubiquitous crates are scattered around the walls, but it's otherwise empty. In the dim red emergency light you can just make out a a huge closed blast door in the floor, lined with hazard stripes and large enough to swallow a squadron of tanks. You cautiously approach it, but stop when you hear a growing rumbling sound, soon joined by the shriek of metal and hiss of hydraulics.

[Dsarker]

Load up krak load in the sergeant's grenade launcher, seek cover.

[Sheb]

Everyone seek cover, put the PDF a bit behind to watch our backs.