The Emperor sends us where we are needed most-and that is never a place that is dull or unexciting-
[ A roar as a Kroot straggler leaps forward towards the two women, but Nelia had a hand flamer at hand as it were, and gives it just enough of a puff in the face to disorient it before cutting the thing in half with the chainsword in her other hand. As easy as if she were on a drill ground instead of a battlefield. But the Kroot, dying though it might be, isn't dead and it tries to drag itself towards Mira and sink it's beak into some flesh.]
I must report that the Emperor's light has not shone upon my sisters in the artillery park as brightly as we might hope. The barrage of enemy fire has already shifted to them and they are taking heavy losses. They report only one in three Exorcists ready to fire, and have accordingly restricted requests for fire support to a higher level of command.
[She sounds...embarrassed about that. Then she shifts position as if distracted by her vox and then slumps slightly, in either relief or...]
Our forward sisters report advancing battle-suits and heavy armor. They estimate twenty dreadnought equivalents and at least two regiments of tanks. The main Xeno push has arrived. We are-We are ordered by the Cannoness to hold, but to be prepared to retire if the line is breached to avoid encirclement.
[Shame. Shame at the order-even the conditional order to retreat, to give up ground in the face of an unstoppable onslaught of heavy forces.]
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[ A roar as a Kroot straggler leaps forward towards the two women, but Nelia had a hand flamer at hand as it were, and gives it just enough of a puff in the face to disorient it before cutting the thing in half with the chainsword in her other hand. As easy as if she were on a drill ground instead of a battlefield. But the Kroot, dying though it might be, isn't dead and it tries to drag itself towards Mira and sink it's beak into some flesh.]
I must report that the Emperor's light has not shone upon my sisters in the artillery park as brightly as we might hope. The barrage of enemy fire has already shifted to them and they are taking heavy losses. They report only one in three Exorcists ready to fire, and have accordingly restricted requests for fire support to a higher level of command.
[She sounds...embarrassed about that. Then she shifts position as if distracted by her vox and then slumps slightly, in either relief or...]
Our forward sisters report advancing battle-suits and heavy armor. They estimate twenty dreadnought equivalents and at least two regiments of tanks. The main Xeno push has arrived. We are-We are ordered by the Cannoness to hold, but to be prepared to retire if the line is breached to avoid encirclement.
[Shame. Shame at the order-even the conditional order to retreat, to give up ground in the face of an unstoppable onslaught of heavy forces.]