Six immense Deathwing Terminators stepped into the Teleportation chamber of the Naaman's Honor. Deep Striking on to a battlefield was not for the weak of heart, or stomach and it was not always reliable. Bish recalled the first time he'd had to enter battle this way and he prayed this would not be his last. As the Terminators waited for the green flash that would begin their rapid descent to the surface, a red armored Tech-Marine rushed into the chamber.
"The main engine of the Teleporter has malfunctioned," he said. "We are rerouting to the back up system but it's going to take twenty minutes!" "We don't have twenty minutes," Bish growled through his skull shaped helmet. "I want this working in ten!!"
The Techmarine nodded and left the room. Bish triggered the command view inside his helmet. Immediately a 3D view of the battle going on below appeared as if it was right in front of him. He activated his secure com-link and began speaking to the Sergeant of Scout Squad Karoz.
"Sergeant Duma, what I am about to ask will be the most difficult job you have ever undertaken."
"We do what is needed of us sir" Sergeant Duma replied.
"I need you to stall that squad of Terminators coming over the bridge for as long as you possibly can. If you can hold them long enough, we may be able to keep the rest of those traitors from crossing the bridge until I and my team can arrive." Bish paused; the next words would not be easy. "We both know the odds of coming back from this alive Sergeant Duma, but I guarantee you will be remembered in the Tower of Angels."
"It's been a pleasure to serve under you." Sergeant Duma said, and the com-link crackled closed.
Bish watched as Duma and his men began to advance on the five Terminators in front of them. Perhaps their two to one advantage would keep them alive just long enough. As he waited for the first Scout to fall, Bish slammed his fist on the onboard com-link button and demanded an update on the transporter. |