It is only the second day.
"There are no records of an Imperial force in the system, who are they?"
"The Rune Priest is trying to contact them from the Razorbacks comms brother Forseti".
"Set up your Long Fangs up behind those walls and do not shoot unless shot at. This could just be a bad case of mis-communication, I do not want a blood bath with friendly forces if indeed that is what they are".
"Aye brother lets hope so. For Russ and the Allfather"
The thud thud of autocannon fire is an unmistakable sound even with your helmet on. they stopped firing on the tank after the first round of fire, the smoke release must have convinced them it was no longer a threat. Freyr will see it gets some attention from the Iron Priests when we get back to base.
Hel, the Rune Priest that the Stormcaller assigned to me in case comms did not work in these rocky hills clawed his way out of the damaged side door. Although he is my elder, as is Freyr, I was placed in charge of this patrol. A test maybe for my promotion to Wolf Guard. Regardless I must find a way to deal with this new threat.
"They either did not hear my message or this is how they choose to reply. Also I could not raise the fleet young one, something is interfering with my Wyrd. We are on our own for now".
Although I thirsted for some combat to shake the feeling of darkness and dread this planet cast over me, I did not want to needlessly slaughter humans over mistaken identity. I had to make a decision.
"We have no choice we must close the gap before they can get those heavy weapons reloaded. Hopefully when they see our armour they will stand down, or we will have no choice but to show them the whites of our fangs".
As my pack moved up using some ruins as cover, Freyr set up into a firing position using the Razorback as cover to reduce incoming fire. The 'enemy' started to fire on the Long Fangs and true to his word Freyr had waited till that point before opening fire. I could see the blasts as the frag missiles tore through the infantry arrayed before us. The uniforms they wore were plain white, not any regiment I had seen before and I could see no sign of heavy vehicles, praise Russ for that. Lightning crackled overhead as Hel tried to support us with his terrible powers. He had stayed back to protect our fire support and to keep trying to contact the fleet.
As we got to within a few yards of their lines we were ambushed by a squad of what I can only assume were slaves or criminals, and a bear that walked like a man. My pack had already taken loses from the heavy weapons fire and some plasma blasts but we still had enough bite to deal with this new threat. Taryl and Grufn turned their flamers on the scum leaving barely enough for the rest of us to rend with our chainswords. Barely 20 seconds since they broke cover the ambush was dead or dying and we made our move for the bulk of the 'enemy' force.
Freyrs unit has taken casualties but I could still see missile flying overhead so at least some of them were still alive. We closed the gap with the rebels that were firing on us. Even up close I could not see any marking I recognised on their uniforms. Not that it mattered anymore, the beast within me hungered for more blood. The beast lends us its strength as it constantly fights for release, war within and war without!
My pack became a blur around me as combat was joined. Bolt pistol shells exploded bodies even as chain and power sword strokes cut of their heads and limbs. The battle lust set my senses on fire and I could smell every drop of blood, hear every heartbeat as it faded. Only three of us now remained fighting fit. Some lay dead, some had slipped in to the red dream, others were tending their wounds and would live to fight another day.
"Forseti you are nearing the commander of this band of rebel scum. We pinned them behind the rubble 20 yards bearing 112 from your current position. Hel is down. I do not think he is dead but he did not move much when I kicked him"
"Thank you Freyr. We will finish this, tend to the fallen and try to wake up the Priest, many of my pack has need of his services".
Only me, Jaryk, my standard bearer and Taryl made combat in the ruins. The commander and his squad were crouched in the dark, it appears that they too were having trouble with the comms pack on the ground. 8 seconds later they all lay dead. Blood decorated the walls and ground a healthy shade of crimson. I still do not understand where they have come from but I do not think they expected a fight with Astartes and especially not the people of Fenris.
With the light of this world fading as the sun set on the horizon I led my pack of three on one final charge. Eighteen infantry stood at the crest of the hill, lasguns blazing as we charged, howling to Russ and the Allfather. Blood dripped from our armour and weapons but I think the sight of the blood dripping from our fangs broke the courage of these mortals. As my blade sliced through the nearest man his fellows turned tale and fled. We chased them with bolter fire instead of footfall, I did not want to lead what was left of my pack into another ambush. The day was won and now we must contact the fleet and inform them we have company.
There will be many more battles to come before this campaign is over. I do not know how but I can see shadows in the darkness. Evil stalks these worlds and soon the oldest of all battle will be met again.
I Pray to Russ we have the numbers for victory.