Vodlun looks at the massive Hive, buildings stacked up onto each other. Then his attention turns to Endymion’s ever shifting forest and sighs contently. Past the ash from burning buildings is a enemy regiment or battalion firing everything they have. According with some reports, the name is the Blood Covenant, traitors who threw their lot in with heretics.
Two combatants hop over the wall next to Michaela, he sideways kicks one to the side and punches the other in their kidneys, before grabbing a brick then uses it to block an attack. They manage to hold his arms but he drops a hidden switch knife out of his sleeve and stabs the person behind him in their carotid artery. That guy’s teammate flies into a rage lunging forward then Vodlun smashes the face with the same brick, wiping his blade off.
“Quite the workout, eh,” Michaela says, breaking his last opponent’s neck. Jarkinn radios him, saying that an oversized tank mounted with a Nocturne bolt is coming towards them. Vodlun runs to gun shops, searching for belts of high-powered Krieg grenades.
Coan Koll sneaks into the enemy’s base center, hiding behind walls and impersonal like a high-ranking officer. There is a meeting where traitorous generals are sitting in brass chairs around metal round table. Undercover renegades look at Coan, smiling while letting him do his thing.
“Alright, Delandon, tell us what is the next plan of this magnificent conspiracy.”
“Endymion’s first regiment is hated by Ares Draconic 154th, all thanks to loyalist Samvally. Now… we need something that will put the first in disarray then the plan will be complete,” Delandon says, looking at his puppet generals before ending towards Koll. “Who are you and what is going on?”
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“I’m your killer. Long live Purgatoris!” Coan said. Tossing a radiation grenade in the middle of the table and jumps out a window. He whistles, walking back to private commissar Vodlun, Delandon survives because his void generator was active but severely depleted from the disintegrating blast making the thing go into overtime.
“Where in the hell did he find that! Aren’t those extremely rare and expensive?” Delandon said, stumbling out of the room and apothecaries run to him but dismissed them by punching one in their face. He’s pissed off more than ever since his competent pawns are all dead.
“The war effort has gone to shit. Damn you, Michaela, why are you always playing hero? What reason motivates you to delay your world’s inevitable loss?”
Vodlun takes off his commissarial jacket and hands it to Charlie. “I’m about to go to work so take care of my coat. Don’t fail me Xervox!”
He runs face first into bullet view and dodges from the propelling kinetic bullets. They look on in shock as their leader rushing carelessly into danger. Majority hold on their hoods to not let long hair fall in between the eyes. All of them stood proud watching Vodlun laugh, hiding behind a destroyed wall, the belt of grenades hang on him like a bandolier.
“I may have been too excited for this.” he runs to the bar, getting bottles of Rajinsec. Pops one open to douse the grenades and finally jumps on the enemy’s tank, opening up reveals a female Blood Covenant soldier equipped with a pistol, Vodlun kicks her in the face and drops the grenades. Jumps off, walking over and throws a bottle towards his teammates, Elim catches it. “Drink up!”
Everyone cheers at their leader winning the day yet again.