Warzone: Borhelia - a mini-campaign on the planet Boreliah in the Esenie system!
-We’re too few. This will not end well!
Brother Lokeson ignored the report from the Long Fangs that were positioned a bit further to the right. He checked his Bolt Pistol and tested his Chainsword. It whirred into action without a problem. He tried to assess the situation. These Tyranids were different, somehow. Not the usual rush head-on. No, these Tyranids took fire-positions...
A giant winged Tyrant grinned and lowered his long firearm towards the Wolf Guard Terminators, who had taken a position around small formation of rocks and brush. Before anyone had realized what happened almost every one of the elite Wolves had fallen with oozing, gaping, holes in their armour. The whole right flank looked upon the carnage with disbelief. Then the Long Fangs took aim at the abomination but only hit with a Heavy bolter. It was just a scratch and the winged Tyrant repaid by annihilating the Long Fangs as well. Things were already desperate and the battle had just begun…
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The Wolf Guard, led by Brother Olofsen, took position in a ruined building. They had heard about the mess on the right flank but had no intention of letting any alien filth through here.
-Load up, Brothers of the Wolf. Kraken bolts for the xeno filth!
Brother Olofsen grinned and licked his sharpened teeth. This was what he had been waiting for. Action! The bloodlust flowed in his body and now it was the time to let the lust run free. His squad aimed and let lose a volley of acidic bolts. Fight the enemy with its own means, Sirgurdson thought. In front of his squad a horde of gaunts and Carnifexes stormed forward. The fire hit home and stopped their advance, as the aliens tried to steer off the incoming fire. A Dreadnought added to the fire and managed to wound a Carnifex, which fell back. The right flank held… for now!
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The winged Tyrant was accompanied by an even larger Tyrant. Its weapons were bigger and longer and dripped of acid. As the winged Tyrant jumped up and flew in to hand-to-hand combat with a squad of Grey Hunters, the other Tyrant fired a devastating volley against another squad. The Grey Hunter squad was hit and their power armour were no match for the living ammunition which burned up the Space Wolves bodies. It was terrible to see. The winged Tyrant easily wiped out the other Grey Hunter squad and set its sights on a nearby Land Raider. Lokesen knew that this fight could not be won, nor could it halt the Tyranid onslaught much longer. The decision was hard to make, but to save their lives to fight another day, he ordered an all-out retreat.
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-The way to Helvunica is open now, my brother...
Lokeson glanced back from a rear slit in his Rhino. Several Space Wolves lay dead and the Tyranids had started their grisly business of consumating the defeated Marines. Lokeson had tears in his eyes as he thought of his fallen brothers and swore that revenge would fall hard on the xenos.
-Yes, brother Karl. This planet is on the verge of its doom… but it ends at Helvunica! It has to!
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Written by Tony Melander (2010)