Training

While the orbital strikes pounded the renegade chaos marine positions Inquisitor Hawk stood in the front rank of the conscript platoon. Around him the conscripts shuffled and nervously scratched and eased the unfamiliar weight of their equipment. In the dawn light there were many grey faces and no smiles but most had a strength of confidence that the presence of an Inquisitor provided.



"A fine day for some proper training for these conscripts", thought Hawk easing his annointed blade in its scabbard.



In the quiet that followed the last strike Hawk raised his voice, "Warriors of the Emperor." He shouted. "For that is what you will be once tempered by todays battle."

"There is nothing and no one on this battle field to fear, " Hawk paused, "Except me." There were a few bleats of nervous laughter."

"Let the enemy hear you coming so that they know fear." "Forward"



Hawk raised his voice in a battle scream which was also ripped echoing around the rubble from the thoats of the conscripts. They surged forwards. "Keep in line." Shouted Hawk, "Keep in line."

Bolter and plasma gun fire burst from the Chaos positions pouring into the conscripts. The platoon shuddered as men fell out of line.

"Steady." Shouted Hawk. The platoon surged forward again. Hawk sighted their target a squad of Chaos space marines movin up an alley to launch a strike on the Lemann Russ on the left. Hawk glancing to the left saw the Ogryns storming the ruins containing the autocannon positions. The time is now he thought.

"Charge", he yelled and ran forward to launch himself into the enemy squad he had chosen. The conscripts sceamed and followed their inquisitor firing bursts from their lasrifles as they rushed the Chaos space marines.