WH40K Spec-Ops: Mission 1

[RalliX]

"A have a missile here and a place to put it," He said idly to the storm trooper. "Shall I make us a entryway, sir? Last chance to use a rocket, anyways..."

"Ah, but Sergeant, that would be a poor use of ordnance. Guardsman Tiel has breaching charges specifically for this situation, but I'll let you have your krak at it if it's too tough." Logan replied, not liking the idea of lacking AT. He did sympathize with Heth though. "Those rockets were damned heavy." He thought, remembering the last time he had to lug them around.

The Major turned to the door and issued an order over radio. "Stack up right on the entrance. Get those explosives ready, Specialist."

 

[QuailLover]

Ben gave his famous grin, as he took a brick of explosive, from his pack. He quickly inspected the door and the locking mechanism before pulling off a bunch of the explosive and molding it to the door. He connected the det-cord to the explosive and the detonator.

"Ready!"

 

[RalliX]

The vibration and ear-rattling tearing of the steel gate accompanied the popping bang of the breaching charge.
"Enter and clear!"
The team moved into what was a dim and iron-clad length of hall, that could fit two men abreast. There was a left, a right, and another left.
An apparent lack of contact was surprising as the team boot-crushed into the echoing stairwell. It went down one half-set to the first floor, and then another full set down to the second floor. Logan began descending, taking a peek over the rail to his left. Empty.

The doors to the hallways were shut. The concrete of the stair's structure clacked under their feet.
The team stacked up on the first floor door, on either side. The Major took a long breath. He knew why Hethol hated close quarters.
A constant game of reaction and tedious suppression. One must be most of all, methodical. Never leave a single corner unchecked. Never pop out of cover until grenades are out. Never, ever advance under fire.

From what he could tell of the bunker's blueprints that he had read before, the halls would provide excellent positions to ready enemies.
The halls formed a box-shape from an above view. As soon as one enters into a floor, he has a hall going to both his left and right, which end with right and left turns respectively, only to more halls.
Numerous rooms would be on either side no matter which hall you chose to clear first, and the Orks would no-doubt already have some big-shootas lined up to suppress the narrow killing zones of the hallways. Logan only hoped his team had enough grenades for the task.

"Frag and clear!" He shouted.

With his underbarrel launcher up, the door was slid open, and as soon as it was wide enough to make a groan, dead silence broke into deafening machine gun fire coming from the end of the right-side hall.

"DAKKA! DAKKA DAKKA!"

Promptly, Logan popped an HE shell down the hall, which bounced from the left wall into the MG's position.

 

[A_Mustang]

Hethols was near the back of the team, rocket launcher disarmed and slung tightly on his back. It was useless in this constrained environment, unless he wanted to cause havoc and mass cas to both side. Never mind killing himself. Is pistol was drawn, for what good that would do. Despite being much handier in close quarters, the pistol's relative lack of strength and strong ork physical characteristics meant it was far from ideal. He ease at which he could move and aim made him pity the major's heavy rifle, under-slung grenade launcher making it disproportionately clumsy in close quarters. Still, the major made it work. 

Then again, the chance of successfully surviving CQB without casualties was minimal.

DAKKA! DAKKA DAKKA!

The bark of a gun down the hallway was heard, followed by the major's grenade exploding and the gun fell silent. Below, Hethols caught ork Slugga breaking cover from the second floor, rushing to get within axe range. With a bark of "Contact Below!", he opened up with his pistol, soon joined by another stormtrooper's hellgun. The Ork didn't make it far. 

 

[QuailLover]

Specialist Ben Tiel was in his element. Close Quarters Combat is something he exceedingly loves to do and he excels at it. In the past, he has claimed that building clearing is a combination of precision, and art. (And a healthy dose of prayer on some occasions.) It is why he decided to go with a carbine, because of it's high maneuverability in close quarters.

The machine gun cleared, the ork coming up the stairs was down, no ork in his angle, "Clear," Ben simply stated followed by the others. They approached the stairs and started descending. Each soldier faced inward, and covered the entirety of the stairwell. It is a slow business using stairs. You are more vulnerable from more angles than usual. A few orks tried to flank the group from above, but they were dispatched quickly.

 

[RalliX]

The Major decided not to clear the first floor. With the Orks constantly attempting to attack their rear, he realized there was no reason to waste ammunition and lives in a maze that did not contain an objective. The Orks would come to them.

All sectors were being scanned by the squad as the boots tapped down the steps. Ben was on point with his carbine, but halfway down the stairs, the open door to the second floor became a gate to hell. A big shoota barked down the hallway, and out through the door into the stairs.
The rounds couldn't hit high, but they bounced at the feet of the stormtroopers.

A ricochet pounded into Logan's leg armour, and he ordered the team to pull back a few steps. "Damnit, back up!"
The scraping and screaming of slugs bouncing off the wall just to their front made it hard to focus. "We need that MG silenced! Get grenades down there!"

They were to the left of the door, about twenty feet above the bottom level's floor.
An Ork started blind-firing from the top floor doorway too.

 

[2ndGrds_Ghost]

Corun hit the deck as soon as the bloody orks started firing. He murmured a curse and risked a glance up to examine the situation a bit better. He sighed and unhooked one of his grenades, and got to his feet, pressing his back against the wall. The man suddenly darted through the door and threw the grenade at the Orks to the left, there was a satisfactory explosion and the man turned to swivel his hellgun to the Ork blind firi-

The Ork managed to land a hit on Corun, and the young man flopped onto his back, screaming in pain and firing blindly back at the Ork with his hellgun! The shots luckily hit the Ork, who roared and raised his ramshackle weapon to finish the Kasrkin off.

On the plus side, he had just saved the team some ammo!

 

[A_Mustang]

"Corpsman UP!" Barked Hethols, exposing himself and snapping his pistol to bear. A long stream of hellgun lasers embedded himself into the ork's chest and made sure he stayed down. Moving forward, he grabbed down with his spare hand, hooking Corun on a shoulder-strap and began dragging him back up the stairs and away from the enemy below. The corpsman took over momentarily, while Hethols covered with his pistols. "You're gonna be alright, brother. Not the first time your bit steel."

The corpsman glanced at the wounded Kashin, slapped two bandages on, (one for each entry and exit wound,) and said. "Recite the Litany of Faith."

 

[2ndGrds_Ghost]

Corun began to recite the litany, eyes wide at the wound, his teeth were gritted. "Shiiiiit!" He murmured at the end, "Emperor protect..."

He rested on the stairs for a bit as the Corpsman patched him up.

 

[RalliX]

They were suppressed, halted in their tracks to the mission critical objective by a single well-placed MG. The major was mad. The pain from the ricochet didn't help.
"These Greenskins will know my ****ing wrath! I want every kind of grenade we have deep in that hall right now!" Logan screamed over the echoing rounds. The Major grabbed a frag, and pulled the pin, then chucked it into the abyss which spewed forth lead.

Numerous other grenades were thrown in after, smoke, another frag, a banger.

He then charged down the stairs, firing all the while, trying to reach cover as the MG took guess-shots through the gloom.

 

[QuailLover]

"****... FOLLOW HIM! AND WATCH YOUR EMPEROR DAMNED CORNERS!"

Knowing that a man who charged willy nilly into unknown in this type of environment will mean a death sentence, and that is even with the smoke cover. Ben followed their...fearless leader into the smoke.

 

[RalliX]

After hearing a few rounds whizz by, the major found a little bit of steel wall between himself and the MG.
The men rushed up behind him grabbing cover on both sides of the entry, avoiding the left side of the steps, as slugs rattled up and down them.
Logan screamed to be heard. "SUPPRESSING FIRE! GET HIS HEAD DOWN!"

The entire team started blind-firing down the hall, progressively forcing the gunner to decrease the accuracy and frequency of his fire.
Eventually, the popping of lasguns reduced the shoota boy to hiding under the sandbag cover while wholding the trigger, to avoid being filled with holes, blindfiring through the now faint smoke.

Out of frags, Grimm was about to order another grenade thrown in. Then he heard it. The gun stopped firing.
He was either dead or feeding another belt.
"He's reloading! Frag and move in!"

 

[A_Mustang]

Hethols moved upstairs, covering the doorway. Behind him, the corpsman nodded calmly at Corun, before barking up to Hethols. "Get him CASVACED! I'll cover the stairway!"

Trading off, Hethols swore under his breath before slinging Corun on his shoulder in a fireman carry. "Comeon, brother, lets get you out of here." Lifting his pistol before him as he moved upstairs, he made his way outside a keyed a vox-caster. After a quick sweep of the area to make sure it was cleared, he put Corun down gently in the shade of the wall. The corpsman moved over to provide medical care. "Valyrie 1, this is Charlie seven. Standy by for nine-liner. break."

"Grid 1943, break. 9934. Charlie seven, feq 104.534. One urgent. Break. Standby for ZMIST."

"CD3040562A+ Enemy small arms fire, Abdominal gunshot wound. Break."

"Bleed. abdominal bandages applied. 994.01.05, 1545 h. Continuing with nine-liner, break."

"No special equipment, One litter, enemy in area, break."

"Marking with smoke, Kasrkin, no NBC or taint."

 

[QuailLover]

Ben took one of his precious frag grenades, and threw it into the room on Grimm's orders. He went in after the explosion, and the whole squad cleared the room. The rush, after Grimm though made Ben loose track of where they were.

"Hey Major? Where the frack are we going? I got mixed up back there."

 

[RalliX]

"Hey Major? Where the frack are we going? I got mixed up back there."
The specialist said to him.
"This is the hall that leads to our objective. That control system is just ahead in a big room on our right. We need to get in there and destroy it!"
The Major took a peep down the length of the steel enclosure. No xeno in sight.
"Moving."

Logan took a step out of cover and began walking forward in a crouch, allowing anyone behind him to fire over his head.
On his left, a small room began to open up, and he readied his rifle as he began to pie it off, sidestepping gingerly.
A gretchin lay in the doorway, its blood pooling under it.

The eyes of another flared up to him, with all the malice that a two-foot tall greenskin could muster. It rushed him and he shot it once. Just once. It fell, dropping its crude knife.

He kept moving, to the door entrance to the objective was just a few meters ahead.