Who are the Crimson Fists? – Part 8

Title: “Warhammer 40,000: The Orc Siege – A Crimson Fist’s Tale”

In the tempest of battle, the towering figure of the Chapter Master prepared to launch yet another attack. Yet, the Orc leader, Snag Rod, dared not to hesitate. With an air of defiance, he charged towards the hovering gunship at the platform’s edge. Caner chased after him, but the roaring autocannon forced him back, the threat of being shredded by its deadly rounds all too real.

Snag Rod, however, was relentless. Blood gushed from his wounds, painting red streaks across the battleground. As he reached the edge, the gunship moved closer, its hatch open and welcoming. With a final burst of energy, Snag Rod dove in, the sudden weight causing the machine to jerk in the air. Caner could only watch with a roar of frustration as the gunship sped away, tongues of blue flame trailing behind it.

Yet, the Orcs’ escape was not to be an easy one. A sudden rain of shells clinked against the gunship’s armor. It cracked, but didn’t shatter. Without missing a beat, the Orcs turned the machine around and accelerated to maximum speed. Despite Snag Rod’s escape, this was far from over. Even as Caner watched them disappear, he couldn’t shake the image of Snag Rod laughing, a haunting reminder of their unending conflict.

For 18 grueling months, the Crimson Fists held their ground. They repelled the relentless green skins’ assaults, resorting to chainswords, combat knives, and their own fists when ammunition ran low. It was only in the year 99 of the 41st Millennium that relief arrived. An enormous fleet of the Imperium, the newcomers, managed to drive the xenos forces from the planet and liberate the world of Brin. However, the victory was not without its consequences. Several green skin bands managed to hide within the Jade Mountains, launching devastating raids on remote human settlements.

Amongst the ruins and the chaos, Pedro Caner took the problem upon himself. Alongside the few surviving Tech Marines of the Crimson Fists, he focused on salvaging and preparing any surviving equipment and gear. Their campaign was a difficult one, for the xenos defended every rock and cave, and Caner lacked both men and equipment. All this while, the threat of the Orcs unifying somewhere in the mountains hung heavy in the air.

In time, Traitor’s Gorge became the site of a grand ambush. A scant squad of two dozen Aartis were pitted against an Orc horde of a hundred green skins. At the vanguard, Caner fought like a legend. He carved a path out of the gorge onto higher ground, even as the Orcs continued their ceaseless assault. Despite losing three battle brothers during the breakout, the Space Marines held their ground, turning the gorge into a river of Orc blood.

The battle was far from over. Caner knew that there would be no evacuation or reinforcements – all Thunderhawk gunships were either lost in battle or undergoing repairs. However, the tide of the battle began to change. Agile figures, armed with long-barreled rifles, darted from cover to cover, raining precise bursts of laser fire onto the advancing Orcs. Their supernatural grace and speed intrigued Caner, but he had no time for questions. Running straight into the heart of the shattered Orc horde, he led the Crimson Fists in a furious counterattack. Their ferocious cries filled the air, the ground seemed to tremble with their fury, and the Orcs were left in disarray.

Caner watched as one of their saviors separated from their comrades and descended the steep, rocky slope with unnerving grace. The Seer, Sfia, traced a blazing rune in the air and approached him. “The surviving beasts have hidden below in the shadows ensnared in our web. Hunt them in the darkness, and your victory will be complete,” she proclaimed. Her words left an indelible mark on Caner and his soldiers. Their battle was far from over; it was merely entering a new phase, one filled with shadows and the echoes of the fallen.

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