<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kgWCf-sJ87I/TpL3hDS3uPI/AAAAAAAAAjA/WCvvLZfscwk/s1600/poster87558078.jpg)</div><br/><br/>The sound of the jump pack firing nearly drowned out the sound of the heavy bolter beginning the chorus of death, nearly.  Such sounds together made for the introduction to a symphony of carnage that would be long in the making.  Massive rounds tore down the hallway as figures of green muscle lurched into view.  Wicked blades and fanged mouths raised up in a defiant shout before the charge was taken.  Rounds of ammunition flung outward to tear chunks into the first few that made their way down the corridor.  No room to go the ork blood splattered across the walls to punctuate the pounding of the heavy bolter.  The smaller chatter of a bolter echoed after the deafening cry of the heavy.  Rounds slammed into the face and body of still more of the orks that pressed into the hall.  One leapt over the body of a fallen only to be cut through by the crackling energy of the Librarian’s blade.  The body slashed open and twisted.  A growl stole from the beast’s lips as it dared to still resist death.  Still more stirred down the corridor and from around the building a fearful cry of “WAAAGH” sounded.<br/><br/>Above the room was similar to the one below.  Another apartment meant to entertain and house guests of a bygone era.  Below, Kester could hear the sounds of battle while above there was only the creak of wood.  Dust shook loose from the torrent of gunfire below as he moved along.  The heavy armor shook the floor boards.  Lost amidst his steps were the movements of another.  From the darkness of an alcove leapt a creature of many people’s nightmares.  Thick and heavy, yellow tusks  opened to roar a charge at the space marine.  Kester easily took notice once the attack had begun, reflexes saving him from the furious charge.  The claymore lifted with a ring of steel on steel, though compared to the honed blade of the sacris claymore the ork’s weapon seemed more like a metal club.  A smaller item slammed into the shoulder of Kester as the ork continued without relent, throwing himself on the Space Marine with another shout.  Two blows fell across his armor, each sending shockwaves through him from the tremendous strength of the ork.  Yet his armor held firm and the ork was pushed back from him.<br/><br/>Brother Kantor could see from his map that the pod had fallen slightly off course.  The gun emplacements had been buried near the foundation of the buildings where the bombardment could not easily reach.  One such emplacement was mere floor below them.  Schematics came up for him to view that showed the location of a stairway at the rear of this apartment that would take them downward to the ground floor and the section of the building where the first guns would be resting.