Skringly, step forward...

[Gingusdan]

Brutis 'Bones' Tybalt picked his way through the dead planet, his respirator filtering the toxins of it's atmosphere.

He looked at the carnage around him, mournfully. Something had wrecked havoc here and left the dead to rot in the sun. A crashed Valkyrie here, a wrecked Tank there and piles of bodies bearing Guard issue.

He thought he saw something in the haze. Throwing himself down on the ground, he aimed and roared, his helmet amplifying his voice.

"Hold! Identify! Now!"

[Skringly]

The figure in the distance threw itself behind the burnt out remains of a Chimera upon hearing the voice.

Oskar Slayte slammed hard into the heavy frame of a Chimera. Well what had once been a Chimera, it’s once proud gunmetal grey flanks now blackened and riddled with large impact holes. Oskar punched his fist into the side of the armoured vehicle; the attack had come suddenly, without any warning. Their column of armour had be advancing on what was believed to be the current base of operations of the Rebels that the 306th were brought in to deal with. With in seconds high calibre shells had ripped their way into the thinner armour of the imperial tanks, tearing them and their occupants asunder. Oskar had been the first to bail from his Transport opening the heavy hatch in the tank’s rear. He had just begun to dive through in a well-practiced role when the fuel tanks took a direct hit and exploded. His unconscious body was hurled across the barren wastelands that the Imperial force had been travelling through.

He came too in a daze; he had no idea how long he had been out. He had gathered his Drum fed Autogun and had spent the last ten minutes walking from wreck to wreck, but every time all he found were corpses, he had just been approaching a 3rd Chimera when a voice had roared across out across the gloomy land.

"Hold! Identify! Now!"

Oskar felt his blood boiling, Rebel filth he thought as he lifted his Autogun to his chest. With a cry of anger he flung himself round the Chimera and let loose a withering salvo of fire.

[Gingusdan]

Bones tried to make himself a smaller target as the rounds sped towards him. The rounds impacted around him. Either his attacker was incompetent with his weapon, his wasn't aiming or something was preventing him from aiming properly. Regardless, he was still a threat.

Rolling into the charred remains of a Vendetta Assault Ship, he readied his weapon. He felt the plates on his Recoil Gloves slip together, providing a stable firing position. Kneeling, he slipped his rifle through one of the blackened holes in it's once proud hull. He let loose a salvo of shots.

[Skringly]

Oskar heard three sharp cracks in quick secession, and he began to move back behind the safety of the Chimera. As he twisted a Lasbolt streaked over his shoulder, a second hammered into his shoulder, boiling the paint as scaring the metal with a dark spot. The third bolt hit him in his upper arm, burning his darkened fatigues and scorching his flesh, the wound cauterised instantly with the intense heat.

Oskar slumped to ground with a cry of pain. He began to drag himself through the dark ash that covered the hard earth, another shot rang out and Oskar heard the crack as it passed mere inches from his head, the air itself hissing with the heat of the energy weapon. He managed to pull himself into cover and wearily checked his wound, luckily it had hit his arm avoiding any damage to vital organs, and the cauterisation would insure he wouldn’t bleed to death.

He took a deep breath trying to gather his senses. He suddenly looked around for his Autogun and swore when his eyes fell upon it. It was lying five feet from the edge of Chimera where he dropped when he had been struck in the arm. Slowly he shuffled up towards the edge of the tank. He risked a glance around the corner trying to see where the earlier shots had come from but little could be seen trough the ash filled wind the swept across the plain. The only thing that stood out was the remains of what looked like some Imperial Gunship.

Sitting there his arm still spasming with pain Oskar swore to himself; he hadn’t a clue what to do.