Deathwatch Reborn:- Opening Shots

[Simeon Blackstar]

Martell rejoined the group as soon as he was able.  In the chaos of the battle he'd been drawn down a side street as a Crisis suit retreated away from his advance while spraying flame and pulse rounds back at him.  He had barrelled after it, soon rediscovering why he didn't like heavy weapons.  The multimelta was unwieldy in the cramped terrain, and it was difficult to bring to bear, especially as traitor and xenos alike tried to slow him.  In the event, he had simply run them down, trampling them into a red and blue mess on the ground.  Finally, the suit had made the mistake of trying to cross a courtyard, whereupon the massive gun had obliterated it's chest, vaporising the Tau inside.  It was only once there was no enemy in sight that he noticed the pain in his left arm.  A pulse round had pierced his armour at the left elbow seal, easily punching through the flexible covering.  The ceramic-reinforced bone had held, but by the feel of it there was substantial tissue damage.  The blood running down his silver bracer had clotted though.  He flexed the arm experimentally.  Maybe half strength in that arm until the Apothecaries could tend to it, and now he'd noticed the wound it hurt to stress the muscle.

Making his way back to the gates where the rest of his group were gathered, he checked the remaining fuel levels - perhaps three or four shots remained.  Without the large backpack reserve, the gun had quickly burned through it's internal supply.  As the others came into sight, it soon became clear that they were breaking off with the intention of heading through the gates.

The armoured humans were concentrated on the grenade-throwing Marines in front of them, believing themselves to have put the Emperor's finest to flight.  More than one had little chance to reconsider, as Martell barrelled into the back of them, his armoured boots smashing into backs and pulverising torsos into the ground.  Las-fire flashed into his armour as they tried to counter the monster charging through them, and frag shrapnel rattled off the massive pauldrons as his brothers kept throwing, confident in the armour's ability tot protect him.  He felt the sting of a las-bolt penetrating the right knee joint of his armour, but it had expended enough energy that it did little more than leave a burn, and by then he was through.

Continuing to run, he voxed ahead to Demos.
"Forgive me for becoming side-tracked, sir.  I still have some heavy firepower left before I switch to bolter and chainaxe.  Where do you need me?"

[Hedgewise]

Kraven kept pace with the squad as it moved in formation on the gate his bolter snapping off single rounds that claimed a life each time, his heavy bolter and ammo pack last been seen by him pinning a guardsman's legs and breaking them under its weight.

As he continued to snipe and targets he could spot he noticed a pair of figures shadowing the group to their far left, well out of range of their bolters. He got a good view of the pair for a moment and found them not to be Fire Warriors but a single Tau female wielding a tubular object of some sort and a Tau male carrying a box with multiple lenses that was trying to keep the female between itself and the squad. It took him a second to realize what the pair were as he noticed the female xeno was almost constantly talking as she ran to keep up with the Deathwatch.

"Damned rememberer's are a menace among all races," he commented over the vox before loosing off a round and claiming another foolhardy human trooper. He indicated the pair to the others when they turned to him, properly in confusion, the action of the marines looking over causing the pair to go paler, stop and hide.

[Inquisitor Ranovack]

Peleus lashed put with his feet as he trew himself to the side. He felt a searing heat as the pulse rifle fhot him in the lower left abomin. His boot connected with the xenos' legs bending them the wrong way and as Peleus span round he fired 3 shots. the first hitting the ceiling the other 2 scoring solid hits on the  taus chest armour
Peleus quickly dispached thee final enemy in th building with his claw and the ran to the far side of the bunker when he heard a buzzing from behind him.
he turned and stabbed a blue insectoid creature in ghe gut the killed it with a swift pistol whip to the throat.
"Brothers I have come across a Xenos of vespid classifiction. Be advised wheres there's one there will be more.  so look  to the skys for enemies as well brothers."
With that he ran out of the biunker to rejoin the assault. Firing as he ran.

[Swarbie]

Artos was covering Kraven when he noticed something odd. Something that awoke an instinct born of the hardest fight for his survival he had ever had.

He aimed his bolter carefully. If he didn't get this right, the consequences would be dire.

He was aiming straight at the back of Kraven's head.

[Necris]

Demos reached the edge of the open space before the gate first he stopped just shy of stepping into full sight dipping behind what little cover there was on offer. Scanning the open space before the gates he froze if he'd been a normal human he would have baulked but as an marine his battle mind saw his target, a Baneblade sat waiting the vehicle it's self too large to move through the buildings but as an obstacle for them getting to the gate it was impressive, moving round the baneblade were massing human, tau and other xenos forces. He stepped back into full cover before his presence became known.

"Rant, are you in position?"

A quick reply followed confirming that Rant was targeting the Baneblade. Kurtis, Artos and Kraven fell in step behind him and he half turned to them.

"Kurtis move to Rant's flank prepare to give covering fire, Artos remain here, Kraven get ready."

He moved taking aim with his bolter.

"Xenos Bane, confirm target lock."

"Co-ordinates locked, preparing lance strike."

"Fire."

Someone spotted him shouting out an Alarm he considered shooting the human but it could throw off the strike instead Kraven stepped round and fired dropping the man, but too late more turned towards them and started to fire in their direction their round doing little against their armour Demos watched as the Baneblades main gun slowly traversed towards them. He counted the seconds as the gun moved bringing them into it's sights tau had started to fire upon them too their shots more accurate, Crisis Suits and Broadsides were moving as the clouds above them parted and crimson rain fell upon the staging ground the first strike missed the Baneblade the flare from the impact blacking out his auto reactive lenses another fell followed by another and another the noise filtered from his audio feeds to nothing save the vicious vibrations hammering through his armour into his very core. There was a long pause before his vision cleared and he stood panning the weapon round he saw the chaos they had rained down the Baneblade was gone a crater all that remained of it, dead littered the space before him but still there were many more alive, most in stages of death their skin burned and armour melted.

"It won't be long before the armour and those in suits are fully recovered."

He broke from cover rushing the space, in the open and through the smoke he could see the walls had taken hits from the lance strikes but they still stood as did the gates and gate house, he let the bolter swing about him pulling his bolt pistol free he charged on smashing aside a recovering Crisis suit as it tried to stand up right, within a matter of minutes he was inside the gatehouse his pistol levelled as he made his way deeper Kraven on his heels

[Simeon Blackstar]

MArtell charged the gates with the others, firing the last few blasts in the multimelta at ambushing Crisis suits before dropping it and drawing his chainaxe.  A movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention.  Turning, he saw the strange sight of Artos levelling his bolter squarely at the back of Kraven's head.  Martell's eyes widened as he remembered the other Marine's confession.  There wasn't time to think, only act.

"No, Artos!" he shouted as he leapt forward, the back of the axe head sweeping up to knock the bolter off-target and send the bolt whooshing into the air before interposing himself between the two.  The chapter symbol of the Paladins Benevolent, a black shield bearing the red Maltese cross, seemed very fitting at this moment.  He had just enough time to hear the beginning of the confused, irritated, but totally sane protest from his brother-marine when the hammer fell and blotted out all other sound and vision, shaking the ground under them so hard building foundations cracked.

When the autosenses cleared, he looked up at Artos again.
"My apologies, brother.  I misjudged the situation.  It appears that it is time to take the gatehouse - tell me as we work."

Drawing his plasma pistol for the close quarters combat they'd find within the massive building, he revved the chainaxe experimentally.  It whined loudly, hungering for victims.  The tone deepened to a happy growl as it bit into the first recovering suit, and he was back in his element...

[Kallidor]

He had been unsure of himself when he had first met his fellow Deathwatch, but his brief time apart from them here in the thick of the action had allowed him to come back to himself. It was irrelevant who he fought alongside just so long as he fought. A warrior's purpose was to make war, anything else was a betrayal of that purpose and For Laran is was a betrayal of all his forebears, those Brothers from whom he was made and who themselves had been forged in battle and it was a betrayal of the Divine Vitae that flowed through his veins, an endowment granted by the Emperor Himself so that His Chosen could bring fire down on the galaxy forever.

Laran shouldered Kah'Brosh and revved up his chain-hammer. In the confines of the narrow corridors it was not the best weapon, he needed to get out, to be unleashed. He sprinted up a flight of metal stairs, the thin sheets protesting as his armoured bulk stormed up them and then he was into another corridor, heading for the roof. As he reached the exit he kneed a cowering Tau sending the puny thing spiralling away like a rag doll. He laughed mirthfully at the site of its scrawny limbs as it went cartwheeling over the battlements.

He thumped across the roof as the lance strike hit. The beams of energy seemed to shiver slowly through the air for a fraction of a moment before exploding into magnificent life. It was a sound half between dry sand, and wet fingers being dragged over a balloon, the squeaking static filled his ears with the pure sound of destruction and dazzled him with the glare of carnage.

He jumped, using an exposed pipe to catapault up and over the lip of a wall that led onto a narrow ledge high above where their drop pods were still creaking as they cooled from re-entry. The sounds reminded him vividly of the hulls of ork trucks abandoned in the harsh heat of Armageddon's deserts. He remembered the men and Blood Axes he had lead, and remembered another mad sprint this time directly into a sea of orks. He remembered thinking that he would not survive that day and how he had fought to the sound of the Dorodnad Tenth Orchestra playing To Naarak. He thought he would not survive but he was still here.

He used his sound sytem now to belt out that glorious music, looping back into his helmet so that the booming drums and brass almost deafened him. He could see his Brothers down below laying into the enemy and some turned to look at what was making all the noise. The sight of the Deathwatch destroying the weakling Tau and the human scum that served them filled him with a furious joy. He remembered the orks on Armageddon again, they were very much like him and his brethren, they both longed for battle as an ordinary man longed for the simple pleasures of family life. He was beyond the need for such mundane, trivial things, battle and the company of good warriors was all he desired. As he reached the end of the ledge, the string section of the Orchestra almost seemed to count off his steps right into the air.

The chain-hammer roared and men yelped as his giant form flew down toward them. His eyes burned, the music bellowed, "Waaagh!" and then he was on them, feet first into some hapless individual who burst under the force and weight of him and then the chain-hammer was swinging, cleaving off heads, staving in chests and spraying gore everywhere. It was an orgy of destruction and as a Crisis suit lurched towards him Laran leant back, putting all his vast strength into swinging blow he didn't even see, his eyes shut tight with the effort. He opened them to see the machine thrown away, torn open like a tin can, the pilot pulped. The suit hemorrhaged sparks and its burst cannon sprayed the air as the pilot's finger jerked in his deathroes. Laran did not pause to savour his victory or to watch the machine die but waded deeprt into the enemy, hewing left and right, shoulder to shoulder with his fellow Deathwatch.

[Swarbie]

Artos worried for a moment after Martell knocked him down and the orbital strike started, but when he saw Kraven, moving forward and unharmed, he immediately began searching for his original target.

There, around three metres behind Kraven. The tell-tale shimmer and small puffs of dust.

"Watch, brother," he told Martell, then aimed and fired.

The bolt, which appeared to be aimed at Kraven once more, stopped well before hitting him. Instead, electricity began crackling around a hole in the air for a few seconds, before a stealth-suit fell to the ground, a hole blasted in its spine by the mass-reactive bolt.

"Enemies that consider themselves invisible will usually attack from behind, outside their target's arc of fire. Look for something resembling a heat shimmer and the dust kicked up by their movement."

"Very good, brother," replied Martell, as he downed a PDF trooper with a shot from a plasma pistol. "How do you know this?"

"My Chapter once fought the tyranids. My scout squad hunted licto-". His voice broke off as he hurled himself towards Martell's left side.

When the dust cleared, Artos picked himself up off the ground, revealing another stealth-suit lying in the dust, crushed by his weight.

"We can discuss this later. For now, concentrate on the mission." Martell nodded his assent.
"One last thing. Keep watching me, just in case. I'm still in control, but that could change." Martell nodded once more, and they strode towards the gate side by side, cutting down enemies as they went.       

[Simeon Blackstar]

Jumping back into the fray, Martell's lips curled back into a snarling smile as he saw Laran's charge and began to lay about himself as well.  The chainaxe lent itself well to long, flowing strikes that passed through more than one body before being redirected into the next strike.  Though massively bulky, Martell's armoured form moved with what could almost be called grace - at least, it could be called brutally efficient - as he leapt. span and twisted through the crowd, leaving a trail of broken bodies behind him and splashing his armour with red and blue blood.  All that changed as he reached the gatehouse next to Artos, Demos and Kraven.  The flowing movements were replaced with repeated chopping actions inside the confined space, though sheer mass let the Deathwatch plough through regardless.  Soon they would be through to the other side, and their objectives would be close at hand.

In a moment when there were no enemies in immediate sight, he idly wondered when the revered Dreadnought would be joining them.  They would be through the gatehouse just...
He slammed a foot forward into the next Tau to round a corner in front of him, bearing it to the ground and crushing it even as he stepped forward onto it to smash the head of the next with his chainaxe.  Two more fell in quick succession to his weapons voracious teeth.
About...
A Kroot and its strange dog-like creature were in the next corridor.  The hound leapt for his right arm but couldn't exert enough pressure to get through the armour and he smashed its head against the wall.  He felt a round from the Kroot's gun ricochet off the forehead of his helmet moments before he clubbed it to the ground with his pistol butt and crushed it's beaked face with a heel.  No sense wasting plasma on it.  Light streamed through a door behind it; he charged through into the sun.

Now.

[Koval]

Rant ducked under a Kroot's war-staff and shoulder-tackled the beast as it tried to bring its weapon back around. It squawked and fell down, and Rant stamped on its ribcage.

Inside, Rant felt like screaming.

Severely encumbered, Rant was at a terrible disadvantage. He could not react swiftly to the violent flow of close-quarters combat unless he threw down his weapon, and to discard his lascannon would mean that when the gates were closed, he would be less able to destroy their motors.

He was ill-suited to the close confines of the melee fighting befrore the gates, and his lascannon no longer had a place on this new battlefield.

This had to end, and it had to end now.

"Brothers!" Rant bellowed into his comm, pausing to make sure it was secure. "Gates!"

His brothers responded with a series of clicks in his ear, and Rant counted them off as every Deathwatch, even Commander Demos, acknowledged him. Soon, Demos and Kraven would be closing the gates, and Rant endeavoured to be in position for when they finally slammed shut.

Rounding the next corner at a run, Rant took one look at the enemy before him before putting his shoulder down and bull-rushing the cluster of Kroot as they raised their rifles. Bullets pinged against his armour, achieving little more than chipping the black paintwork as Rant collided with the Kroot. Several fell and Rant trampled them without a care, crushing their frail forms underfoot.

Something scraped behind him and he halted, turning just as a larger Kroot fell onto him and pushed him to the ground. Rant landed heavily on his back and he heard something crunch behind him. For an instant he thought that perhaps a mechanism in his lascannon's power supply had become damaged, but the numbers in his helmet's display stayed level.

The Kroot was a bigger concern. Older and larger than its kin, the Shaper was clad in battle armour like its Tau masters, and draped in robes that stank of alien pheromones. Rows of beads were threaded through the quills on its head, and the creature carried a Tau pulse carbine instead of its traditional rifle. In its other hand the Shaper held a jagged knife of stone and metal, and the Kroot clucked as it ran its keen avian eyes up and down Rant's armour, judging where to strike.

Rant never gave it the chance, and tried to throw the Kroot off of him. It dropped its knife and gripped his shoulderguard and his lascannon with its taloned hands and feet, and stubbornly refused to budge even as Rant rose halfway and smacked the creature against the wall with his shoulder. The Shaper barked in sudden pain before chittering in its odd language, and presently the hoots and clicks of at least three other Kroot responded from behind Rant.

The Iron Hand got back up and tried to crush the Shaper against the wall, but the slippery beast escaped and perched itself on top of his lascannon, cackling at him as his armour compensated for the sudden extra weight. Dimly, Rant noticed that it was holding its pulse carbine one-handed against his head.

The most obvious solution would be to drop his lascannon to dislodge the Shaper, but Rant sighed inwardly as he remembered its importance. He could ill afford to remove one hand and grab the Shaper, even without the extra mass, and the simplicity of headbutting the gun would pose the risk of a point-blank headshot, or a detonation within the gun, blowing Rant's head off.

Rant swung his lascannon vigorously about himself, as if trying to take aim at each fly in a swarm. The Shaper held on, but its aim was off and its pulse shot impacted on Rant's shoulderguard instead of his helmet. Before it could correct its aim, Rant had backed into a wall and swung the lascannon up to point at the ceiling, and the Shaper fell from the gun as its head collided violently with the wall, leaving a bloody smear as it hit the floor.

Before he could finish it off, the Shaper's reinforcements had arrived, firing as they ran up the corridor and putting Rant on the defensive almost immediately. Lowering his lascannon for a moment, Rant dispensed a pair of frag grenades. A precise throw from his bionic arm sent the grenades hurtling down the corridor and into the pack of Kroot as they ran, oblivious to the danger until it was too late to react.

Something sharp pierced the back of Rant's knee and he cursed as he turned to face the Shaper, blood running from a gash in its head even as it brandished its bloody knife. It leapt at Rant, its knife held high in both hands, but Rant was quicker and grasped the Kroot's throat in his bionic hand. It wriggled and kicked out as Rant held it out at arm's length, pinning it back against the wall.

"Die!" Rant snarled, noting with mild amusement that he'd left his vox on. The Shaper squawked in distress as Rant began to choke the life out of it, still trying to fend off the Iron Hand as its windpipe began to collapse.

With a thought, Rant activated his electoo inductor, which flared into life and overloaded the Shaper's nervous system with electrical energy. It died with a screech as its brain boiled, and lightning arced between the quills on its head as it shuddered before falling still.

Its corpse, smelling faintly of roast water fowl, flopped to the ground as Rant released his hold on its neck, picked up his lascannon, and moved on.

[Kallidor]

Laran could hear the agitation in Rant's voice and moved quickly to get through the gate. He had not known Rant for very long at all but he knew him well enough to act immediately upon his urgent tone. As much as the human soldiers needed to be chastised for reneging on their sacred oaths to the Emperor and for turning their back on the Imperium and as much as the Tau needed to be put sqaurely in their place wasting what precious little time they had on this rabble was a sin. Speed and efficacy were two things Laran valued and Rant was right to urge them on.

Turning back to the gate Laran silenced the rousing music and issued a few barks of impatient anger toward his enemies, rocking them on their feet, or hooves. Kah'Brash scintillated before his fingers even brushed over the weapon, scittering the dirt about his feet. He aimed at the nearest enemy and unleashed a moaning dirge. Kah'Brosh snorted and grunted, pulsing waves of sound staggering the foe. The other Deathwatch could dispatch them as they saw fit but Laran was content to simply disorientate the soldiers until the Marines were all on the other side of the gate.

[Swarbie]

There was a veritable sea of bodies, living and dead, fighting and running in front of him. Artos picked up a short sword from the body of a PDF officer. It was a good blade, around the length of his knife, with a single sharpened edge. He holstered his bolter, then pulled the hand guard off the sword's grip, allowing him to use it.

Drawing his knife in his right hand, he ran forward into the nearest group of enemies, a mix of tau and humans, led by a couple of kroot. He jumped over the heads of the first three tau, landing in the middle of the group. His blades flashed to the front, impaling a PDF trooper and one of the kroot, then ripped across to either side, each blade lodging itself deep in an enemy's neck. He felt his battle-rage come over him once more.

The second kroot, bigger than the first, threw its head back and let out an avian shriek, calling to its kin. He answered it with a cry of rage, his borrowed sword finding its heart.

As he wreaked more and more devastation, those surrounding him began to realise it was unlikely that they could stop him. More and more enemies began fleeing from him. Despite the fact that he was covered in scores of minor injuries, Artos fought without slowing. Suddenly, without realising, he began to laugh.

The tau who were bold enough to think about entering the fight against Artos started to back away as, laughing and roaring like a madman, Artos slew all the enemies around him, then paused, looking for another fight.

He saw a group of kroot advancing on Kraven, who was moving towards the gate. He yelled at them to get their attention, then charged into the fray once more.

[Necris]

Demos ejected the clip of his bolt pistol as he entered the gate control room, everyone inside was dead brought down by quick and rapid fire from himself an young Kurtis, looking over the room he went to the view port looking out over the carnage, he saw Sirus storm across the open ground up behind his brothers he stood towering over them a hail of death screaming from his assault cannon, turning to Kurtis he spoke.

"Close the gates, lets take their heart."

Kurtis was already at the terminal, somewhere along the way he and Kraven had swapped places it mattered little, his vox went live and he spoke.

"All elements, the gate is closing make sure you are on the right side. Give cover to Rant so he can make the shot."

Kurtis stood his work done the motors for the giant gates started to whine and close his boot crushed the terminal controls and the pair of the left, it took scant minutes for the pair to exit the blockhouse and join their brothers, those who stood before them were putting up a good defence forcing the marines to take cover behind felled crisis suits and burning armour, Demos strode to the fore dropping in beside Corvin and Hunrik.

"Phase one is complete, we are locked within their heart now there is only the task of tearing it from them."

The gates slammed closed behind them the loud echo drowning the exchange of gunfire for a second, as the sound dwindled a single las strike punched into the engine house and an explosion gutted the reinforced structure sending brickwork into the Tau and Human force. Rant dropped the Las Cannon the weapon finally spent and took up his bolter Demos offered him a nod and as one the Deathwatch stood facing the enemy. They faltered the realisation that they were locked inside. The Green Crisis Suit landed as Demos stepped forward his voice carrying over the din.

"Forward!"

Sirus reacted first his assault cannon screaming sent a wave of fire across the front line of the enemy dropping them in their dozens, Demos raced forward a vicious roar escaping his lips the power field of his fist left a trail in the air as he smashed it through man and xenos alike Corvin at his side twi swords flashing dealing death where they met flesh or metal, within moments of their charge the force had splintered and broke fleeing into the network of bunkers and storehouses, the Green Crisis Suit opened fire with it's plasma weapon scoring a hit on Demos as it leapt from combat followed by three lighter green suits of a similar configuration. He growled as he checked his armour and spoke to Corvin.

"The headquarters are yours, that green bastard is mine, push on, Artos, Rant, Kurtis with me the rest of you follow Captain Corvin."

He strode off in the direction the green suit had dropped.

[Kallidor]

With the gates now closed Laran fired a pulse of shimmering noise at the mighty hinges liquefying the thick metal just enough to fuse it solid on the outer surface. It was unlikely that the enemy would waste time trying to open them conventionally but if they did try it they would be completely unable now and would be forced to blast their way through.

Following Demos' orders he followed Corvin, the Ultramarine leading the way, his swords flickering. He chased after the Captain, scant feet behind him using Kah'Brosh like a saw to slash and cut the enemy. From a side corridor something blasted into his right shoulder with enough force to slam him hard up against the wall. He didn't see his attacker but a spear of sound blasted the corridor and no more fire was forthcoming.

There was a smouldering hole just below the pauldron that oozed a thick trickle of dark blood and his whole arm and hand were stiff. He shouldered Kah'Brosh, unable now to fully utilise the weapon and unholstered his bolt pistol. He flexed his arm experimentally and he could move it well enough if he had to and nothing felt sverely damaged but he did not know how long he would be impaired. Kah'Brosh was an instrument as much as a weapon and it would be pitiful if he tried to use in his current state. The pistol would have to suffice.

Checking the empty corridor once more he continued on after Corvin as they headed for the Command Centre.

[Inquisitor Ranovack]

Peleus ran from building to building killing traitors and xenos as he ran.
He spun round a courner and crashed straight into a startled looking group of gaurdsmen and other traitors carrying what looked like old databanks. He quickly cut down the traitor gaurdsmen then knocked out the civilians and stowed the data banks in the building next to them. H then memorised the location and started off again.

As he ran past the main pathway from the gate to the HQ he saw the green suited Tau and emptied his magasine at him to no noticable effect, then charged headlong through the next unfortunate group of worrios he came across.
When he next looked up he saw that the building that he'd stopped next to was the gaurd room. He put his ear to the door and heard  the sounds of a barricade being built and an officer shouting orders. He listened intently to the officer and heard, 'put them gainst the wall, execution detail shun, execution detail present arms, Execu...' At this point Peleus took 4 steps back then barreled though the door. His momentum carried him towards a barracade and to stop himself crashing into it hi lept up and on top of it. He tried to shoot the officer but with a flash of horror and shame realised that he'd not reloaded. As the first traitor shot him he dove forward cutting the 10 security troops who were there, after a short but bloody fight he looked around and saw 5 men stand up. As he reloaded Peleus asked who the men were. The leader of the prisoners answered. 'We...we're Alpha section 1 platoon Alpha company of the Klozian 5th. We were assaigned to protect the Lord Inquisitor, until half our regiment betrayed us and the other half were cut down.'

'Do you still wish to serve the Emporer?' asked Peleus and he was answered by a round of shouted, 'Yes sir,''s.

one moment, 'Captain Ive found 5 survivors from the objectives honour gaurd, they are ready and willing to assist in any way they can, what do you will? over.'