What follows is a written version of the events of our previous Dark Heresy Campaign. I hope you enjoy it.
PART 1 – FLIGHT OF THE VALKYRIE
Gaz Venris sat quietly, staring out the side of the Valkyrie AAC as it skimmed over the war-torn landscape. In the distance he could see the flash of artillery shells landing. He watched as they lit up the horizon, augmenting the evening sunlight with their own peculiar blend of colors, and could hear the echoing thunder that followed. If he didn't know what it was like to be on the receiving end of that display, it might have seemed beautiful.
Turbulence knocked the Elysian Sergeant from his reverie. Flicking the lho-stick out of the aircraft, he leaned against the door-mounted heavy bolter and surveyed the cabin. He could see Arbiter Regis, sitting with his eyes closed and obviously pretending he had his feet firmly on the ground; he never had been one for flight. Seated next to him was Lug, an underhive dweller from a neighboring hive planet, who was currently examining a stub automatic that he had just slipped from Regis’ holster. Those two made a strange pair considering their history, but the shared animosity of the past was apparently long behind them; ever since their induction into the Inquisition, they had supported each other and become brothers in service to the Emperor. Across the cabin Gaz could see the distinctive red robes worn by Acolyte Titus of the Adeptus Mechanicus. He had never been one for talk, and even now he was completely oblivious to the fact that he was being shaken about as he pored over the second heavy bolter on the other door, looking for signs of poor maintenance by the Valkyrie crew. He could picture the horrified look that would surely arise should he find any component not properly secured or any moving part not properly lubricated. It made Gaz chuckle, but he knew it would be a mistake to assume he only knew how to maintain weapons. He had personally seen the Tech-Priest walk through a fusillade of enemy fire, his venerated las rifle blazing as he pushed the enemy back. Gaz was a long way from the relative comfort of his unit, but at least he was among people he could trust.
Gaz closed his eyes in hope that he would be able to sleep the rest of the trip. Their flight plan called for a quick trip through territory that was patrolled by the Imperial Navy. The Blood Pact was raiding the planet, and the local PDF was barely holding them back with Imperial Navy support. What they were doing this far from the Sabbat Worlds was a mystery. Though the Blood Pact raiding force formed a significant threat, engaging them was not the reason this Ordo Hereticus cell was here.
Inquisitor Atellus was a man of small stature that had served the Ordo Hereticus for over five decades. His effeminate mannerisms were the subject of some speculation and ridicule, and some considered him a radical, but he had never wavered in his service to the Imperium. He was a brilliant tactician, and Gaz felt secure in the knowledge that Atellus used his acolyte cells in the way a veteran warrior uses his weapons – each to their strength and with deadly precision. Gaz knew that if an acolyte cell failed in their mission, the failure belonged to them alone, and Atellus did not have a record of tolerating failure. His mind returned to the scene of their last mission, and he swallowed hard, trying not to think too hard about the implications of what had happened.
Atellus had requested the cell retrieve an artifact of interest to him, an artifact that might also be of interest to the Blood Pact, which may explain their presence this far from their standard engagement zones. This assignment was quite different from their normal, seemingly something that should fall under the responsibility of the Ordo Malleus, but nobody in the cell objected; they were all eager to repair their reputation and restore trust after the outcome of their last mission. Atellus assured the cell that there should be little risk of direct conflict on this assignment, as the artifact was reported to be located within the now abandoned mansion of a noble family. When Gaz pressed him for details about the artifact, Atellus gave a smirk and said “You will know it when you see it.” Gaz found this less than reassuring, though if he was not being given details it was likely for a good reason.
Gaz was beginning to doze off, the rhythmic movement of the Valkyrie lulling him to sleep as it had so many times before this, when he heard a low buzzing noise come from the cockpit. He immediately jolted awake, recognizing that sound as an auspex contact that did not register as friendly with the Valkyrie’s cogitator. Gaz had a special hatred for that sound – a drop trooper who is shot down in transit is of little use. He quickly reached forward and secured himself to the heavy bolter while simultaneously reading it for action. His actions drew a strange glance from Lug. Gaz was about to say something when a message from the co-pilot came across the vox.
“Fast mover inbound that does not look friendly. Likely a Hellblade, judging from how fast it’s going. I don’t know how it slipped through patrols.” The announcement stirred the cabin to life. Titus stopped inspecting the heavy bolter and strapped himself in. Lug buckled himself in, and then leaned over to explain to Regis what was happening, as he had clearly missed some of the announcement while waking up. As it was explained to him, all the color seemed to drain from his face, and he frantically buckled himself in. Despite the dire situation, Gaz could not help but laugh, which earned him an angry look from Regis. “Don’t worry!” Gaz shouted, “Nothing I can’t handle! I’ll get you back to the ground, one way or another!”
The vox came to life again, and the co-pilot had obvious worry in her voice. “The ground here is too thick with snow to emergency land and there is no way we can outrun this thing. We will give you as many shots as we can. It’s coming up from our starboard side. Emperor protect us all.”
Gaz could feel the Valkyrie pick up speed as the pilot pushed the craft harder, which would make the initial shots at the Valkyrie harder to land considering the high AoA the chaos fighter was coming in on. He scanned the distance, looking for a dark spot, a blur, or a glint of sunlight, anything at all, hoping to get a few shots in before this chaos scum had a chance to send him to the Emperor early. He squinted, looking out at the horizon, and saw it – the flash of cannon fire from a rapidly moving craft, coming straight at him at incredible speed. He squeezed the trigger on the heavy bolter, muttering prayers to the Emperor through gritted teeth over the roar of heavy bolter fire. Little risk of direct conflict my ass…
To Be Continued…