Part 5

   "Wake up. Come on, wake up. Evastis. Evastis."  The voice was far away, and muffled, as if through cheap cloth. Somebody shook him.

   Evastis woke with a start. Instantly, millennia of combat reflexes kicked in. Whoever was shoving him was obviously an enemy, so he had to fight him. Evastis sprang. Destov flew backwards. Evastis charged him and skidded to a halt. "Oh, Destov. Sorry. Had no idea it was you." He extended a black-gauntleted hand. "So, why did you need me awake?" He hauled Destov out of the muddy trench with ease. 

   " Farrough called a meeting. He says we're going inside, to the planetary core production center."

   "He find the entrance?"

   "Yeah. Just one trench line away."

   Evastis rubbed his hands together in glee. "Let's have fun," he said.

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   Evastis checked his bolt pistol and chainaxe, making sure they were still fully operable. While automatically doing so, he mulled over what Farrough had said. "Hurl a grenade in first. Scare 'em. Make 'em run. Then gut 'em." Chainaxe works. Let's see, bolt pistol does too. Ready to kill a few loyalist dogs. 

   Evastis started practicing. Skills were vital, so he worked on them. It was as simple as that.

   Farrough yelled, "Move it! Now!" With that signal, they all ran towards the second trench line.

   Evastis saw the trench move closer to him, and he popped a grenade into it. The screams told him he had done some damage. He smirked, then jumped into the trench.

   His grenade had caused hell. Four Guardsmen had already died, and the survivors were too scared to fight. I'll fight that way.

   His first target fell with a stump for a head. The next had his neck wrung.

   By this time, the fear was wearing off. A few scattered shots landed on Evastis' armour, but he killed whoever shot at him without any harm done to himself. His armour was steeped in gore, yet he had no wound. Evastis laughed as his chainaxe dealt death, blow by hideous blow.

   Finally, there were no more enemies to kill.

   Farrough yelled for everybody to head west down the trench. Evastis used his visor compass to orient himself, and ran forward.

   He stopped where everybody else was. Farrough said, "Beasts, good work. Now, into the doorway. Move it, ladies!" Evastis shuffled through the crevasse in the wall of the trench, and entered the forgeworld.