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>Nicolaus, the engines are busted, we can't keep this bird in the air!
>DAMNIT PIET WE ARE NOT MESSING THIS UP NOW
>Emperor's teeth, man, the rocket pods are spent, the bolter is almost clicking empty and there are like ten million orks between us and the fort. THERE IS NO WAY TO MAKE IT!
>COUNT THE FINGER ON MY LEFT HAND TO SEE HOW MANY FUCKS I GIVE RIGHT NOW, PIET.
>But Nick you lost your left hand to that fuel line explosion
>EXACTLY, NOW PULL UP AND SHUP UP
>I can't do it man, I'm bailing out. Emperor preserve me I'll do it.
>DAMNIT PIET LOOK OUT FOR THAT-
The fortress Vox Prima had been under siege by the greenskins for over eight weeks. Supplies were low, and ammunition was running out. No drops had made it past the ork guns.
On the third day of the nineth week, Supply Convoy Secundus Delta arrived. Only the lead Valkyrie made it to base. The pilot, Nicolaus Vanrist, died on impact. He had flown his craft over fifty miles of Ork infester terrain. The Valkyrie was missing all communications and navigation equipment, as well as the cockpit canopy. Copilot Archivan Piet was never recovered. The supplies were intact, and contained enough ammo and fuel to mount a small but critical counter attack against the Ork hordes to reclaim a communications array.
At the start of the elevent week, the Salamanders made planetfall. Within ten days, the Orks were no more.
Saint Nicolaus is now followed on many neighboring worlds, and it is commonly believed he watches over those in dire need, as well as those risking their lives to help others. |
