Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-30715799-20191122211608

Hen acknowledges the order from Cyradon and had moved from his spot. This was fortunate as a rocket would slam into it when the bombardment happened.

Henriksen moved to a clump of somewhat haggard looking Guardsmen who were setting up an autocannon. He helped them move it into cover between two large trees, then they rolled rocks and logs infront of it to provide further cover. Quickly, Hen went along the line of soldiers and partisans, making sure the Guardsmen were as evenly dispersed as possible; hoping this would prevent a break in the line for as long as possible.

"We are Gods Will, on this day he will dispense Justice to the Xenos through our arms", Hen said to the men and women around them as he jogged back to the autocannon." In the Emperor's holy name, we will prevail. There is no other outcome."

"If you see armor first, wait till it's close, look for anything on the haul that looks important. If it's infantry, aim for trees nearest the clusters, the wood will send splinter out like shrapnel. Tearing apart their cover will be your priority, though.", as Hen finished speaking, his eye went back to the spot he had been hiding at as a rocket turned it into a big hole.

A feeling like a bolt of ice struck him in the chest. If that had happened only 5 or so minutes ago, he'd have been dead. To him this was the Emperor's doing. Rather or not this was true, Hen believed he had been granted a reprieve from death by the Emperor. An energy filled him, pure religious fervor bent on the eradication of the Alien. If not for his discipline and decades of experience, he might have just fixed bayonet and charged out into the artillery fire and rocket hails to get at them quicker. Not this day. Henriksen waited quietly with the men around him, sitting at ease despite the surrounding hell escape of explosions, on the left wheel of the cannon.

"Orks do this much better than the Tau, little pro tip for you. They can't hit the side of a barn save in a hail of *his voice is cut off by a nearby explosion*, but they'll scare the grox shit out of a man with all that racket. This ain't nothin to write home about, here.", said the Stormtrooper to the Guardsmen huddled around the autocannon, his voice clipped and sharp with bearly contained emotion.