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The Orks milled about without reason or care, they had conquered this world, taken it from the humies. They had no reason to fear any attack, the humies were dead, they had given them a good stomping. They had come to this world, as the Orks do, and they fought the humies everywhere they found them. It was a good Orky fight.
The sky was a clear one, the planet was mostly desert save for the Northern and Southern poles, no clouds made for a truly beautiful day. But Orks don't care about how the day looks, all they care for is speed, weapons, and fighting. There were a few Orks racing their Wartraks here and there, a few taking part in head butting contests, and even a few were working on their weapons.
The the sky came alive with movement, it looked like a meteor shower, it was a beautiful sight. But the Orks did not care, they could not fight falling stars.
Thousands of feet up, the Black Templar's Drop Pods came screaming into the atmosphere. Aiming directly for the Ork settlement, reicprocity, the Orks had no idea.
Intiate Garon offered up a prayer to the Emperor as he felt the pod lurch, We're they hit? Did the Orks see the pods?. Garon calmed his mind, Everything is fine, turbulence of entry into the planets atmosphere, a little voice in the back of his mind said that he would much rather be on the ground. He did not disagree.
Garon saw Castellan Deios check the instruments for the pod. "Impact in one minute, Praise the All-Father."
"Praise the All-Father." the reply resounded from the other members of the squad.
Garon closed his eyes and brought up the tactical layout of the Ork settlement. There were sixteen buildings total, three were confirmed to be a form of barracks, and another three were confirmed to be housing weapons and vehicles, the remaining buildings were made out to be non-mission critical.
He mentally highlighted the building that was his squads target after the elmination of surrounding Orks. Intelligence had disearned that this building contained a score of the Orks heavier vehicles, mostly looted Imperial Guard tanks.
He fought down the urge to snarl at the thought of the Greenskins using Imperial weaponry.
"Impact in twenty seconds, arm yourselves, He protects."
"He protects."
Garon unhooked his bolt-pistol and his chain sword, readying himself for the fight to come. He cleared away the maps and chanted the Litany of the Warrior.
"Impact emminent."
Gugrok liked this gun, yep, it was the best he'd ever made. It was custom of course, mostly humie parts, they were the best to customize. Big Mek Garg would be really happy with this gun.
Gugrock looked up, there was something in the sky, a blessing from Gork for his warriors! He was happy that they stomped the humies, this must be his thanks! Gugrock lifted the run up in salute to the falling blessings, "For you, Gork!"
Then the drop hit the earth, crushing the enthusiastic ork.
The Templar's had arrived.
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Imperial Justice, Death is the righteous' servant...
