Operation Vengeful Deliverance

The Usamlijan Fusilier Cohort stretched along the coastal highway. It had been a few weeks since their forced march south to participate in the Central Theater operations around Mendorus Grove. The men had fought well, casualties had been around twenty percent, well within acceptable margins according to Tactica Command; no major loss of equipment assets either. As far as High Command was concerned the Usamlijan Fusiliers were in the best shape to carry out a highly important mission at the request of the Mechanicus Overseer of Prima Jama, Magos Logis Syntax.

Officers of the Cohort gathered around the open rear of one of the few Chimera armored transports operated by the Fusiliers. The clutch of men were sheltered by the armored forms of several Taurox and the imposing bulk of 'Matrem Collidis' one of the few Leman Russ Tanks permanently attached to the cohort. Men of every rank traded stories and lho sticks while sipping recaff and stronger things from dented mugs and flasks. Master Fusilier Chebzch stooped as he exited the rear hold of the Chimera. "Listen up! Captain 'as new orders for yas!" Captain Brechiaz clasped a dossier in one hand and a mug of recaff in the other, "Thank you Master Fusilier. This one comes straight from the top gentlemen. We've got orders to break off a detachment of the Cohort and conduct a raid on the nearby village of Saltzkohst. I don't have much intel on the condition of the xenos forces there, but make no mistake the greens are in control in that region. We've been selected to rescue a very important Magos who has managed to hold out inside of Saltzkohst since it was overwhelmed by Orks landing on the coast. He's been able to stay in contact with the Mechanicus of Prima Jama, but apparently he can no longer hold out within the village." The gathered officers mumbled and shuffled at the revelation of the nature of the coming mission.

Master Fusilier Chebzch banged his adimantite bionic arm against a fuel drum, "Oi! Quiet down! Briefing ain't ova!" The captain nodded and placed the dossier he'd been holding on the top of a stack of ammo crates that acted as a briefing table. "The Cohort will be splitting into three groups. The largest of these will continue the march north. I'm sure you've all noticed the lack of section leaders present today, they all have their marching orders and I will leave it to the discretion of the officers present as to how much of this trickles down to the men." Another low grumble circulated among the gathered officers and sergeants. "As for the other two groups, the first Fusilier Section under my personal command will form task-force Vengeance. Our main task will be to engage the Orks on the northeastern edge of Saltzkohst, we believe this is the where the majority of xenos are clustered and will foster the most reaction to our attack. I intend to draw the Orks into the muddy flat ground and punish them with concentrated heavy weapons fire." Sergeant Grazn punched the Fusilier next to him in the arm and let out a whoop of excitement. "Aye Grazn, your boys will get to put those autocannons to use, but our attack is just a distraction so we can achieve our primary objective. The Reconnaissance Company under Lieutenant Drabzch, will form task-force Deliverance, and will act as a rapid spearhead assigned to push into Saltzkohst from the south. They will rendezvous with the Magos and extract him using the Taurox transports seconded for this mission."

The Captain surveyed the briefing noting the looks on the Fusiliers faces, he recognized the mix of zeal and trepidation that preceded a planned engagement. "All of you have fought well, not one of you here should fear anything that the coming battle holds for us, even if death awaits us in this undertaking we will be in good company among the brave heroes of Jornath."