It was a strange sensation for the space marine Hakael Caim, sitting in the undermaned hunk of ceramite hurtinling itself planetside. No, not his mode of transport, he had been lucky enough to live enough centuries to learn to love the harsh rattling of the drop pod, no it was the small squad size that originally threw him. They had been making for a rendevous with other chapter brothers, but at the last minute their helmsman had intercepted desperate astropathic comunications from a planet well within their projected course, and the sparse marines inside changed their course bearings without batting an eye
Hakael tightened his grip on his bolter's handle as the craft continued to rock violently well past the point of turbalance, not out of fear, but of anticipation, these impacts were from gunfire signalling a vicious landing ahead. As the final moments of the pod's flight occured, Hakael couldn't help but ponder on the scale of the inquisitor's investigations that had led to such a heavy retaliation, seemingly from a foe that rarely pushes contact this hard.
As if to ward off his distracting thoughts, the pod lurched violently, once, distinctly, it was the reverse thrusters kicking in to stop the drop pod from smahing into oblivion. Perhaps the timing was from the pod's very machine spirit, a pat on the back to straighten thoughts, Hakael was grateful for it and firmly planted his feet to the ground as his restraints sprung loose, pushing himself to his feet in the same moment as the drop pod'd door clanged to the ground. He had done this countless times before, as had his 3 other battle brothers, their timing was down to the milisecond. Hakael's super human senses allowed him to make out the entrenched foe as he burst from the pod, they were spindly, even in their battle armour, perhaps it was made of weaker matarial to aid in movement, their rifles were long and their actions precise, almost as precise as the marines, almost.
Achknowledging the bellows of his sergent Hakael barreled towards the nearest hastily made entrenchment, his bolter roared a few concise bolts to pin the defenders to their own cover before leaping into the position crushing one of the xenos into the ground with his own weight. His accompanying chainblade roared into life and shreded 2 more, as he thought there was little resistence. He took advantage of the intimidation from his agressive breach to gun down the remainder of the xenos squad that had survived the deathwind barrage. Of course he didn't expect the remaining aliens to go down so easily, but he was ever eager to doll out righteous fury on willing recipitents, and on the plus side he earned solid ground, "Position secured" He growled into his comm unit before training his sights on the next gunner.
