<strong>TAGS:</strong>Everyone<br/><hr/><br/>From the darkness of space surrounding the four planets of Sub-Sector Marchionn Secunda, a single black thunderhawk emerged, soaring straight for the flickering lights of Vyriem, the Hive World and Capital of the Sub-Sector.<br/><strong>“Thunderhawk Ironblade transmitting. Vyriem Imperial Control, respond.”</strong>A black clad Space Marine sat in the piloting seat, sporting a single silver arm with the markings of the Inquisition, and a bright green shoulderpad with a black rim, bearing the symbol of the Aurora chapter.<br/><em>“This is Flight Lieutenant Morris. Thank the Emperor you have come, my lords. The orks have been pushing at our lines. I’m not sure how long the troops out there can la-…” </em>The incoming signal was cut short for a moment, as a voice echoed into the lower compartment of the Thunderhawk.<strong>“Captain Vogus. We have established a channel with Imperial Control on Vyriem. I shall patch through communications to the lower compartments.”</strong><br/><br/>In this lower compartment, another black and silver marine looked up at the mention of his name. Half of his face replaced with cybernetics, purity seals adorning various parts of his outfit, an iron halo perching from his backpack and a Crux Terminatus built into his adorned right boot. His right shoulder was pitchblack like his armor, and had the image of a white hand on it; the symbol of the Iron Hands chapter.<br/><strong>“Very well, brother Marniel. Maintain our approach, but do not aim for a specific landing site yet.”</strong><br/><strong>“Yes, captain.”</strong><br/><br/>A click and some static followed through the speakers leading into the cargo area.<strong>“Imperial Control. This is Watch-Captain Vogus of the Ordo Xenos’ Chamber Militant. We require a communications channel with the officer in command of the defense of Vyriem so we ascertain a proper landing site.”</strong><br/><em>“M-my lord…. I’m sorry. We have lost communications with General Faren since he joined the 26th Marchionn Regiment en route to the space port.”</em><br/><strong>“What is the status of the space port?”</strong><br/><em>“32nd Marchionn Regiment was being overrun by a rok which had crashed nearby. Many of our planetary defenses had been disabled before the ork attack, so we have not been able to destroy all of the incoming ork aircraft.”</em><br/><br/>Vogus took a moment to think.<strong>“Confirming the status of the commanding officer, as well as securing the space port should be a priority. Flight Lieutenant. What do you deem the closest suitable landing site for a Thunderhawk?”</strong><br/><em>“Near the Space Port… Erm…”</em><br/><br/>Silence followed, but Vogus simply gazed ahead of himself.<br/>Finally, the voice came back.<em>“The space port itself is mostly obliterated by the rok’s impact. But Marrowel Forum is just to the north of it. It’s a large open square. Last reports noted only a small number of orks roaming the area.”</em><br/><strong>“That will suffice. Return to your duties, Flight Lieutenant.”</strong><br/><em>“Y-yes, my lord! And thank you!”</em><br/><br/>And with that, the vox channel was cut off.<strong>“Brother Marniel. Did you read that?”</strong><br/><strong>“Affirmative, Captain. En route to Marrowel Forum now. Arrival in approximately ten minutes.”</strong><br/><br/>Vogus gave a single not to that, before turning around to look over the other marines in the Thunderhawk.<br/><br/><strong>“We will attempt to land at Marrowel Forum and clear the area of any present greenskins. If we are able to secure the area enough, we will secure a new landing site for additional reinforcements there. Our top priority however is to maintain course south and head for Vyriem’s space port. We shall clear any Ork that stand between us and securing that area, aswell as checking the status of the General leading this defense. If he has fallen, we will find the next in line of command and get the intelligence we need to move out further."</strong><br/><br/>He turned to the Ultramarine, Salamanders and Black Shield Sternguards.<strong> “Brother Tullius. Brother Agrast. Brother Ruhr. You three shall take point upon landing. Clear any orks in sight.”</strong><br/>He then turned to the Blood Angel and Brazen Minotaurs Vanguard.<strong>“Brother Castaigne. Brother Menelaos. Once our Sternguard brothers have cleared the initial area, I want you two to take to the sky and clear our any entrenched orks we may find. Prioritise their heavy weapons if they are present.”</strong><br/>He then turned to the single Devastator Marine present, a Dark Angel.<strong> “Brother Urgaine. Once the fighting begins, nearby orks are sure to be drawn to us. While our brothers focus upon the currently present orks, you and I shall mow down any Orcs that are drawn in. Do not pay heed to stragglers climbing out of ditches or down from buildings. Mow down tides of orks coming down the streets onto the Forum.”</strong><br/>He then turned to the final two members present, a Sternguard from the Imperial Fists and an Apothecary from the Novamarines.<strong>“Brother Korik. Brother Odrius. Provide covering fire. Make sure no ork manages to get the jump on us.”</strong><br/><br/>The entire ship shook more violently.<strong>“Entering planetary atmosphere. Time to arrival: Three minutes.”</strong><br/><strong>“If you have any questions or concerns, ask them now. If not, then may the Emperor have mercy upon these fiends, for we shall not.”</strong>And with that said, placed his own black helmet on his head, bionic eye attached to its side, as well as laurels decorating the helmet itself.<br/>