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Sithia campaign: Far on the outer reaches of space, the Imperium is battling with the forces of a traitor rebel force on the desert world of Sithia. The traitors have several asteroid bases that used to be great mining installations. Now, they are tainted, and reequipped with weapons and armor. It is up to the Brazen Fists to breach and capture one of the stations so that the bulk of the Imperial forces can get through.
Sergeant Tarthus of the Brazen Fists 3rd company concentrated hard. His men were behind him. Equipped with jump-packs, they had been dropped off here in deep space to board a traitor-held asteroid mining station. The void was cold. He could feel it through his armor, but his concentration was that of steel. Their entrance was dead ahead: A window.
The blackness and the stars reflected off of their grayish-black armor beautifully. They were practically invisible if it wasn't for their yellow trim. Tarthus was first to reach the cold, black rock. Far below on the planet's surface, the PDF of Sithia were making their last stand against the mutants and rebels in the cities that littered the deserts. Tarthus turned his beaked-helmeted head to Brother-Cornelius, who was the team's demolition expert. Cornelius nodded, planting a bunch of krak granades on the rim of the window. Tarthus peeked in. He could see the rebels, dressed in ragtag gear, wearing gasmasks and equipped with las and autoguns. Gasmasks? They must have released some sort of poison toxins into the facility. No matter...
They jumped away. Then the window exploded. Many rebels died as soon as it exploded, other were flying out into space, the vacuum pulling them out into the realm of death. The Brazen Fists jettisoned forth. Tarthus's grip on his powersword increased as they landed, blasting away what little traitors were left in the corridor, and sending the corpses out into the void. They stepped through a bulkhead, closing it. The five marines were ready for more action, not a single wound. They continued through into the station, staying vigilant...
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Tarthus stepped through a bulkhead into a narrow corridor. It was so tight and claustrophobic in here that a Space Marine had to duck his head a bit in order to fit. The five marines had let their jump-packs fall to the floor, making their way into the corridor as well. They moved much slower, squirming through this space, until they came to a turn, and then another door. It was a standard locked door, and was easily taken down with several bolter shells. Inside it was quite roomy, filled with exotic plants from many different alien worlds, and several meditation shrines, and a gentle peaceful stream passing through the center. The marines stepped into the room.
"Something is amiss, brothers..." Tarthus remarked. He pushed pass a thick vine with his arm, to see a squad of traitors. They opened fire with autoguns. The bullets ricocheted off of his armor, leaving small dents in the gray ceremite. One marine behind him had got shot in the eye-lense. He let out a grunt, falling back a bit, but opened fire once more.
"You see! They are bleeding! They are only men! FIRE!" The bullets continued to spray. Alas, they were no match for bolter shells, which had blown away them, and half the plantlife in the chamber, to pulpy bits.
"On me, brothers..." Tharthus said. They wandered through another door. The reactor was just ahead. If they could plant a explosive on that, the entire station would go down planet-side, and the way would be open for the thunderhawks and Imperial navy. The station rocked. "Orbital bombardment, Brother-sergeant?" Battle-Brother Taln asked. "It sounds it, brothers. Get together, we head out now!" They were stopped by three mighty large Ogryns. These Ogryns guarded the reactor core, all three holding large ripper guns, painted on their casings in blood were eight-pointed stars. They also wore black masks to conceal their now-even-uglier faces.
"To arms, brothers! Attack!"
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