Three Kinds of Plasma Weapons Clash

The clash of weapons

Three standard days after the void battle at Horaje, in orbit above the Agri World Narindi.

Through trails of plasma tangled with atmosphere, black Drop Pods and Assault Boats poured from the launch bays of the Shadow of Order Second Legion fleet.

The Drop Pods tore through the polluted atmosphere and struck the ground around the blue-and-red Varia Superior Skitarii like falling rain.

When the hatch opened, Olivier led his Honor Guard onto the C-15 battlefield.

Olivier drew a deep breath. Narindi's air reeked of chemicals and gunsmoke even after passing through his helmet's filtration grille, yet he found it strangely refreshing.

Ever since the Pariahs of the Vissa tribe had joined his company, a bitter, metallic taste had lingered almost constantly in the Second Company Captain's nose and mouth.

Better still, the stabbing pain at his temples was gone, and so was his supernatural unease.

As Olivier strode forward, dense red runes flashed across his helmet's Divination Box.

He marked the enemy at once, opened the company's vox channel, and gave the order.

"Attack!"

Olivier activated Spirit Sight, locked onto an enemy whose spirit glowed reddish gray, and raised his Gardinal-pattern Plasma Flintlock.

The experimental weapon in his hands, developed from research into Hrud flintlocks, looked crude—almost like a smoothbore gun.

The Tech Sergeants under the Lord of the Forge understood little of the unfathomable principles by which the Old Ones had enabled that ancient race to shift plasma shots between realspace and the Warp.

Apart from enlarging it and adjusting it for their own use, their only change had been to make it compatible with Imperial plasma canisters.

After seeing a gun that could fire a column of flame hotter than a star, Wilshire had authorized Gardinal's factories to produce it experimentally.

Olivier squeezed