3rd Squad F Company

Descent to Koroka
Hot Landing

136.M42

Warjournal of Sergeant Barad Colobert

After months of training, and a lengthy journey through the warp- we have finally arrived at the Agriworld Koroka. Aboard the [REDACTED], we met personally with Colonel Gaeyles. Just to be in the mans presence seemed to rouse the squad. I could feel it all coming together- finally being on the brink of deployment after so much training the squad was eager. F company had a certain reputation and today was the day we forge it anew.

We were tasked with setting down in a quiet region of the agriworld and tasked with the mission of securing what seemed to be abandoned ruins. F Company isn’t in the business of saying no.

I could feel the quiet hum of the Valkyrie’s engines as we descended. How I missed being in such a vehicle. The feeling of the machine, the harmony of sound from the engine and the cockpit. I could only describe it as feeling of certain tranquility. That was- until the flak started. I looked around to my squad- I knew they would be looking to me in this time.

I could see Guardsman Pritchett holding his straps tight- but for such a new recruit he seemed to hold onto his wits. Perhaps he drew strength from the inspiration of the Colonel, or maybe he drew it from strength he did not even know he possessed. Guardsment Vorgen sits beside him. The man started as an outcast- but over time he’s slowly begun to integrate. Whether or not he get along with the group is overshadowed with his skill with his Bullpup Lasgun. He’s normally quite tepid- but today I’m beginning to see something new in his eyes. It will be interesting to see how he makes out in the mission.

Sitting next to me was Mechanicus Adept Vorray Seram. I could hardly gauge a reaction from his face, being more machine than man. Yet as he prayed to the Omnissiah I could see a glimpse of humanity remain, taking solace in a prayer to a higher power.

Commissar Tavore walked down the hull using handholds hanging from the ceiling, swaying down the aisles. He issued regular reminders that this is a time for silent recitation of their devotions to the God-Emperor as we prepare to enforce his will. He took a seat closer to the pilots. The man had a great presence about him- if not inspiring almost fearful. I’m not exactly sure why we’ve been “graced” with his presence- but I can’t deny the amount of loyalty this man instills within the hivers of Silanus. Such a foreign presence in the squad helps the men of the planet band together- regardless his intention.

[Note- I can’t find the names of the other characters or their comrades so please message me so I can add them to this report]

Taking a final look around the room to my fellow comrades- I met the gaze my own Vox-Tech Piotr. He gestured as if he was holding a vox in his hand and began mouthing orders. He gave a wink before going back to his prayers. On the brink of laughing I mustered all my willpower and closed my eyes. The damn Departmento Munitorum decided that Vox would be a luxury we could live without. What use is a Vox-Tech without a Vox? At least I could take solace in the fact that we’d have an extra pair of boots on the ground.

I could feel the Valkyrie begin to bank and shutter- the sounds of the pilot and his distinctive accent was drowned by the flak pounding against the hull. I began my prayers. Time slowed, sound faded. It felt as if the Emperor himself was before me hearing my words.

Mighty Emporer, spread Your divine light to protect me from the darkness.

We are Your warriors and we are servants to Thee.
We stand free from blindness of heart,
Free from hypocrisy, vainglory and deceits,
But captive to hatred, malice, and anger
To the filth, the alien, the heretic

By Thy agony and bloody sweat; by Thy Golden Throne and Thy Death,
By Thy destruction and re-emergence as the god of Men,
Keep and strengthen us, we who fight for Thee.

I opened my eyes. Red light illuminated the interior of the shuttle now.

Koroka 1st After Action Report 3S F Company

Objective: Secure Ruins

Engagement:
The squad disembarked from the Valkyrie. The LZ was hot- completely different than our intel. We were met with a small squad of five “Ork Boyz”- two with crude machine guns, and two with their beastly axes and their crude pistols.

3rd Squad was ready- they were quickly dispatched under the combined firepower of our collective weapons. [NAME] proved exceedingly exceptional with his sniper rifle. After repeated salvos of lasgun, bolt pistol, shotgun, and sniper rifle fire the boys were matched in melee. Although the Xenos managed to get a shot to connect- and Commissar Tavore was heavily wounded by one of the large axes of an Ork. We were then able to turn the tide of combat against the hulking brutes with a combination of coordinated firepower and strength. Two fled from the combat as we finished off the three xenos.

Summary:
Threat: Xenos
Number: 5, 3 eliminated, 2 fled
Casualties: None
Wounds:
Commisar Tavore (Ork Axe to the left arm, Ork Round to the Leg)

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The Green Tide

Personal Log: Guardsman Ilyana Raidonovich

This is the sort of thing I was born for. Not building guns for others to use, not protecting holy relics, or stealing food from civilians, but bringing death to the enemies of Him on Earth. The God-Emperor chose me to become a weapon in his name, and I find that I am truly adept at the task to which He has appointed me.

Tonight I saw my first proper battle alongside the Silanus 665th 3rd Squad F Company, and it was glorious. Not since the events surrounding the destruction of my previous regiment have I met a true force of greenskins on the field of battle. Sending them to meet their blasphemous gods gave me no small amount of pleasure as they ran, almost willingly, into my line of fire. And near the end, seeing the Sisters of the Order Her Divine Mercy in their immolator tanks, clad in their power armour, coming to our aid when we needed it most was a truly humbling experience. And cleansing the field of battle alongside them has been the proudest moment of my life.

Pure ecstasy.

My only regret is that I was unable to protect my comrades in the field. Only two members of 3rd Squad were still on their feet by the end of the battle, Myself, and our sniper. Two others are in the triage set up by the Sisters. Our Sergent and a new medic that had just been assigned to 3rd Squad(It seems the Emperor has a sense of irony) were both caught in the blast of an ork rokkit. I do not know if they will make it through the night, but the sisters will surely do their utmost for our comrades.

We have lost one of our own tonight. To my shame, I had not even learned his name before he martyred himself protecting our injured comrades. I must make it a point to learn everyone’s names in my new company. When I’d first joined, I thought they would all die cowards deaths like my old regiment, and that it was better not to know them. I am glad to find that I’ve been proven wrong.

One of the sisters checked me over, and upon seeing that I had received no injuries in the battle, ordered me to my bunk to get some rest. But I cannot sleep. Not after tonight. The adrenaline is still coursing through me. Before I finally am able to sleep, I will need a cigar, a bottle of our fine amasec, and a few good men.

- End Log -

Current Kill Count: 87 Orks, 1 Ork Fighta-Bomma, 1 Ork Warbuggy

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Perfidy in the Ranks

Personal Log: Guardsman Ilyana Raidonovich

It looks as though we were right about Colonel Geyles. It was his incompetence that left us stranded planetside with no support from the Imperial Navy. Truthfully, it was not entirely his fault. He was lead astray by a chaos cultist disguised as a member of the Ecclisiarchy. I am slightly ashamed that I wasn’t able to bring this to anyone’s attention earlier. I had not recognized the priest in the Colonel’s entourage, but with the battle against the orks ahead, I had not thought anything of it at the time.

In the aftermath of the battle I was able to make my way to the makeshift chapel set up by the Sisters of Her Divine Mercy. There, I confided my suspicions in the Confessor, who immediately excused himself and rushed out of the chapel.

Myself, and my comrades from F Company rushed to the center of the camp when we heard the commotion. The Colonel seemed sure that he had found the traitor in our midst, and to his credit, I do believe that he believed it was true. It was ultimately someone from another company who executed the supposed heretic, I pray the Emperor is merciful when the unknowing murderer meets his end. Once the crowd had dispersed, we saw two sisters and a bishop storm into the Colonel’s tent. It wasn’t until we heard the gunshots that we burst in ourselves.

The Colonel lay dead on the ground, the priest who was not a priest standing over him, glowing with eldritch energies. I am not in the habit of carrying my weapons when I go to confess my sins, so my heavy bolter, Jygor, and my backup lasgun were back in our tent. I did the only thing I could do. I lept at the cultist and layed upon him a mighty blow with my fist! So great was my strength that the heretic exploded in a blast of vile energies that blew their way through the camp leaving nothing but a charred priest’s robe where the creature once stood.

The incident earned us great notoriety among the regiments, having proved ourselves on the field of combat and in stemming the influence of chaos. So great was our glory that an other Silanus regiment, the 235th asked us to accompany them to a chaos-controlled world where we would have the privilege of combating the ruinous powers directly.

Perhaps if the Colonel had been more vigilant, he could have recognized heresy in his ranks, and an innocent man would not have faced the executioner’s block. But there is no time for such thoughts. The ork’s were but wild beasts, we are on our way to face the spawn of the warp itself, and we must be prepared.
- End Log -

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Barbaroth the Slayer

Personal Log: Guardsman Ilyana Raidonovich

I know very little about the ruinous powers of chaos, and It would be best for it to stay that way. All I need to know, is where they are, and how many bolt rounds before it is dead.

Imagine my satisfaction when we were shipped off to Redacted and ordered to raze a chaos encampment and slay something known as a “berserker of Khorne.” As I said, I don’t want to understand any more about the abominations of the warp than is required to kill them, but I do know that a creature even larger than myself, clad in power armor and wielding two enormous chain axes is not something I want to get close to. Given my encounter with the ork Nob back in the church, I should have seen the problem coming a klom away.

I do not know what it is about giant, heavily armored abominations with horrifying weapons that makes my fellow guardsmen decide that engaging them in melee is wise. Especially considering how they are willingly putting themselves between my bolter and its target. This actually became a problem when this Ogryn that had been following us since we landed stepped in the way and took several of my rounds in the back.

And far be it from me to question the actions of a priest of the ministorum, but the one currently attached to our company did the same thing, and lost an arm for his trouble (though our medic was able to reattach it after the battle).

I was eventually able to end the berserker’s reign of terror with my man-portable lascannon, and was only lightly wounded when a cultist came at me with his tiny baby sword. He did not live long enough to try again.

- End Log -

Current kill count: 87 Orks, 1 Ork Fighta-Bomma, 1 Ork Warbuggy, 2 Chaos Cultists, 1 Berserker of Khorne

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