Platoon A, 2nd Rifle Company, 19th Coalition Marine Battalion
3041st Cycle
Oh, how the cultists ran and routed! Or fought on with vain, useless courage for their long-dead cult-master. Like a pack of wild dogs the marines pursued, harrying the Imperials relentlessly as far as they dared as they dove deeper and deeper into the port. Here and there a few jerked back as a scattered shotgun pellet or two winded them, or a bolt-round passed clean through their armor and sent them to the next world, but by and large the Battlegroup's marines and infantry took few casulties as they sent their opponents in disorganized flight. Each bolt-round and pellet hurled at down was met with a clean burst of coil-rifle fire, with the Arbites in particular being singled out for engagement.
As around him his men cut the Imperials down, Spiegel paused. A rapid-fire radio conversation followed, and soon a small element of men was detached from Stephan's unit, to recover the dead and wounded and take prisoners. Once that was done they would offload them onto a transport for evacuation, and then rejoin their brethren.