[h2][color=gray][i]Unyielding in Resolve[/i][/color][/h2]

Well, it seemed as if things were finally kicking off. As the garrison became aware of the presence of Legionaire's in their bunker they geared up. The scattered return fire from un-prepared abd terrified human soldiers was steadily replaced by a withering hail of growing fire from the intervening corridors. Troopes began to poor in, up on gantries and through the main halls guns blazing and formations ready. Officers attempted to bark orders as lasfire, autogun rounds and before Prodigal Son had silenced it a dangerous grenade launcher. The shrapnel had scythed thrrough the air in dealy arcs and if not for his armour and enhanced senses Kraeger would have been cut to ribbons.

He drifted in and out of the myriad cover in the cargo bay firing disciplined and conservative rounds into the growing number of humans. Their armour may have been fine against autoguns and maybe even las rounds but was no match for the thunderous cacophany of a bolter. Officers and special weapons teams fell gargling or their heads turned to sucking wounds or mist by the well aimed shots of the calm Iron Warrior. Honestly it was not until the heavy bolter auto turrets activated that Kraeger became worried. With these new threats he was forced to take more strong and static cover as the heavy bolters leveled their hail of death on the Astartes. Kraeger finally however had the respite to reload, a hidden blessing given by the heavy bolters. Placing his empty clip back in the webbing of his armour he jammed a fresh clip home just as Prodigal Son came up alongside him. One Warrior with armour of black shared cover with the steely gray armoured warrior and his veteran stripes. 

Before Kraeger could make some morbid comment on their current situation Prodigal son... actually spoke. The Iron warrior at this point had long since assumed his 'Vow of Silence' was both self imposed and that his vocal chords were somehow damaged. Regardless, now was not the time for such musings as Prodigal son asked if he could do anything about the ammunition of the turrets. He cautiously peaked around the thick metal barrier he and Prodigal were squatted behind, risking a look at the ammunition feeders of the heavy weapons. They appeared to have a standard feeder system common in many fortresses. Rather than having individual ammunition clips or feeds all had a similar belt leading up into the ceiling they preotruded from.

If Kraeger had to guess they all shared an ammo pool to allow them to fire virtually indefinitely. The Iron warrior smirked beneath his helm as he spoke.

[i][color=gray]"Indeed I do Prodigal, They seem to have- well, just watch."[/color][/i]

He clicked open the insulated holster of his plasma pistol. The rare variant was substantially larger than regular plasma pistols, made to increase damage at the cost of ammo and safety. For this situation it was perfect. He carefully aimed the heavy pistol at one of the belts, firing off a single max charged shot. The thick green bolt sizzled and whined through the air until smashing home into the middle of the belt feeder. Normally, bolter ammunition was well shielded from heat to avoid the explosive warheads going off prematurely. But, the extraordinary heat of the plasma over came such shielding, as the belt-feeders ignited in a cacophony of fire and sound that seemed to drown out much else. Once it was ended the turrets quickly fell silent.