Skrall
17-06-2006, 03:29 AM
Colonel Goodwin pushed the Iho stick between his lips and lit it as he surveyed the holith. He coughed slightly as he looked at the red zone. The red zone had been same blue as the rest of the trench networks until a few hours ago, now it was in the midst of the incursion. He smiled at the sympathy he almost felt for chaos, he knew the fanatics did not fear death and pain, but they were meeting a foe of superior skill he knew not what fear was. The Korps of Krieg had long since stopped caring how they died and more for who they died. Goodwin knew that to die a warrior of the emperor was all his men sought, for only through fighting could his men earn there redemption.
The Krieg knew that his men must fight long and hard for that redemption and that every man who fell paid back the cost. They did not fight for their lives, but their souls, and the souls of every other krieg born person in the galaxy. The veteran dismissed the thoughts of how rebellion happened. All that mattered was that it had. He pulled himself back from the table and store at the red zone. It was now all but a waiting game.
++ 2 hours earlier, trench 477, station 45, Krieg platoon 5 ++
Sergeant Kellias stood perfectly still. He did not even sway as the foul breeze tore through the trench. He turned to face the men under his command, all stood equally still and unmoving. Any trace of humanity removed by the masks of Krieg and the long chem-proof greatcoats. He looked at the other guardsmen before him. The Jopall 87th had been spread amongst the lines, each of them armed with a chemical mask in case of chaos gas attack, but no where near the sophistication or protection of the Krieg equipment.
?Sweet emperor,? one of them muttered trying to keep himself warm ?don?t you Kriegs feel that? Hell, are you even human??
Kellias remained still.
?Bloody Kriegs, I don?t know who?s less human. You or them,? he said shaking his head.
?Them,? said Kellias in a stern voice. ?We are warriors of the Emperor. We fight for the true god. They fight for false gods, they are beyond redemption.?
The Jopallian began to chuckle, Kellias noted his reddening face. Slowly it dawned that he was chocking. The man\'s skin seemed to writhe and burn. Kellias realises the warrior was dead, his face contorted in pain with blood seeping from the face. Kellias and his men broke there disciplined stance, each man rushing to the front of the trench checking the dead Jopallians before preparing for assault. Kellias heard cry from across the trenches, he could feel the earth pounding beneath the charge. Kellias stepped forwards, his lasgun in hand. He began to fire a single shot?s into the charging fanatics. Kellias continued to fire as he pulled his combat knife. This night would see who faith was strongest.
As you can tell i am writing lots of short one stories about diffrent regiments of the guard as practise. crit welcome
Hawke
The Krieg knew that his men must fight long and hard for that redemption and that every man who fell paid back the cost. They did not fight for their lives, but their souls, and the souls of every other krieg born person in the galaxy. The veteran dismissed the thoughts of how rebellion happened. All that mattered was that it had. He pulled himself back from the table and store at the red zone. It was now all but a waiting game.
++ 2 hours earlier, trench 477, station 45, Krieg platoon 5 ++
Sergeant Kellias stood perfectly still. He did not even sway as the foul breeze tore through the trench. He turned to face the men under his command, all stood equally still and unmoving. Any trace of humanity removed by the masks of Krieg and the long chem-proof greatcoats. He looked at the other guardsmen before him. The Jopall 87th had been spread amongst the lines, each of them armed with a chemical mask in case of chaos gas attack, but no where near the sophistication or protection of the Krieg equipment.
?Sweet emperor,? one of them muttered trying to keep himself warm ?don?t you Kriegs feel that? Hell, are you even human??
Kellias remained still.
?Bloody Kriegs, I don?t know who?s less human. You or them,? he said shaking his head.
?Them,? said Kellias in a stern voice. ?We are warriors of the Emperor. We fight for the true god. They fight for false gods, they are beyond redemption.?
The Jopallian began to chuckle, Kellias noted his reddening face. Slowly it dawned that he was chocking. The man\'s skin seemed to writhe and burn. Kellias realises the warrior was dead, his face contorted in pain with blood seeping from the face. Kellias and his men broke there disciplined stance, each man rushing to the front of the trench checking the dead Jopallians before preparing for assault. Kellias heard cry from across the trenches, he could feel the earth pounding beneath the charge. Kellias stepped forwards, his lasgun in hand. He began to fire a single shot?s into the charging fanatics. Kellias continued to fire as he pulled his combat knife. This night would see who faith was strongest.
As you can tell i am writing lots of short one stories about diffrent regiments of the guard as practise. crit welcome
Hawke