Storm of iron, p.34
Storm of Iron, page 34
A light flashed on the pict-tablet before him and he swept his bronze hand across the runes beside it. An interference filled image swam into focus on the tablet, the hooded face of Magos Sarfian, staring up at him from the surface of the planet below.
‘Well?’ demanded Matrada.
‘You were correct, high magos. The laboratorium is empty and the gene-seed gone.’
‘All of it?’
‘All of it,’ confirmed Sarfian.
‘Have you found any survivors?’
‘No, my lord, only corpses. From the wreckage and sheer level of destruction we have discovered, it is evident that the battle was fierce indeed.’
‘Have you removed all evidence of our blessed order?’
Sarfian nodded. ‘The cavern has been purified with fire and melta charges set.’
‘Very well, return to the ship and we will cleanse the entire site from orbit.’
‘Yes, my lord,’ said Sarfian.
Matrada shut off the link and opened a channel to his ordnance officer. Yes, this was a disaster, but he would ensure that no one would ever find out about it.
‘Lock in co-ordinates and prepare to fire on my order.’
Guardsman Hawke stumbled down the rocky slopes of the mountains, dehydrated, malnourished and suffering from second-degree burns. He’d watched as the enemy had seized the citadel, butchering the last remnants of his regiment, helpless as the battle raged in the darkness. With the citadel’s fall, the enemy had pulled back from the valley and left Hydra Cordatus with the same speed and efficiency with which they had arrived.
Never in his whole life had Hawke felt quite so alone. With the departure of the enemy forces, the silence was unnerving. The constant rumble of artillery and explosions was gone, as was the distant screaming of men in battle. Only now, with it absent did Hawke realise how omnipresent it had been.
Not a soul moved on the plain below and he decided that enough was enough. He scavenged a few unspoiled ration packs from the torpedo facility’s crew quarters as well as some hydration tablets and, thankfully, some detox pills.
With the battle over, he began the long trek to the valley floor, a skinny shambling wreck, covered in dust and blood. Quite what he intended to do when he got there, he didn’t know, but knew that it sure beat staying in the mountains.
It was on his third day’s travel, as he rested in the shadow of a tall boulder, that he saw the ship. It roared low along the valley before vanishing to land beyond the smashed walls of the citadel.
Though he knew he was too far away to be heard, he shouted himself hoarse, scrambling downhill at a furious rate. The fact that he was almost a day’s journey from the citadel didn’t occur to him, and soon he was breathless and exhausted, his head pounding in pain.
When he recovered, he set off once more, filled with fresh determination. He travelled for another five hours across the treacherous terrain of the mountains, when he heard the whine of the ship’s engines once more.
Hawke watched the ponderous craft rise up from the distant citadel and angle itself towards the crimson sky.
‘Oh, no,’ he moaned. ‘No, no, no… come back! Come back you bastards! Come back!’
But the crew of the ship ignored his pleading and the craft shot upwards on a burning tail plume. Hawke dropped to his knees as the craft vanished from sight, weeping and cursing its crew.
He was scanning the sky, desperately hoping the ship would return, when the first orbital lance strike lit up the sky with unbearable brightness and streaked through the atmosphere to impact on the citadel.
He sat bolt upright as a massive explosion mushroomed from the citadel, scrambling backwards as a cascade of light fell from the sky, enveloping the citadel in blinding explosions.
Hawke watched, horrified as the barrage continued for another three hours. By the time it was complete, there was nothing left to indicate that the citadel had existed at all.
He slumped onto his side, closing his eyes as the weight of the last few weeks crashed down upon him and he realised he was trapped on Hydra Cordatus. He squeezed shut his eyes and rolled onto his back as exhaustion finally claimed him.
Rough hands shook him awake and he grunted in pain as he felt himself being dragged to his feet. He tried to open his eyes, but they were gummed with dust. All he could make out were blurred, yellow forms and shouted questions. Shapes either side of him held him upright as an insistent voice nagged at him.
‘What…?’ he slurred.
‘What is your name?’ repeated the voice.
‘Hawke,’ he managed, ‘Guardsman Hawke, serial number 25031971, who the hell are you?’
‘Sergeant Vermaas of the Imperial Fists strike cruiser Justitia Fides,’ said a voice in front of him.
He felt hands lifting his dog-tags from beneath his uniform jacket.
Hawke blinked his eyes and turned his head, seeing two giants in yellow power armour either side of him, a third standing before him without his helmet. Even in his exhausted state, Hawke recognised Space Marines and wept in relief when he saw the boxy shape of a Thunderhawk gunship sitting on the plain behind them.
‘Where is Captain Eshara?’ demanded Vermaas.
‘Who?’
‘Brother-Captain Alaric Eshara, commander of the Imperial Fists Third Company.’
‘Never heard of him,’ said Hawke.
Vermaas nodded to the Imperial Fists either side of him and Hawke was marched roughly towards the gunship as the Space Marines boarded ahead of him.
‘Where are you taking me?’ he asked.
‘We’re taking you home, soldier,’ said Sergeant Vermaas.
Hawke smiled and stepped aboard the Thunderhawk.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Hailing from Scotland, Graham McNeill worked for over six years as a Games Developer in Games Workshop’s Design Studio before taking the plunge to become a full-time writer. In addition to sixteen previous novels, Graham’s written a host of SF and Fantasy stories and comics, as well as a number of side projects that keep him busy and (mostly) out of trouble. Graham lives and works in Nottingham and you can keep up to date with where he’ll be and what he’s working on by visiting his website.
To all the Guardsman Hawkes out there and the idea of getting a second chance. Don’t waste it.
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