Post by Gor/Strauss on Jan 26, 2009 5:56:38 GMT
"By the Gods don't fear the enemy! Fear me! The last man over the top will taste my blade! I want you to rip their spines from their bodies and break them upon your knee!" Roared Major Mhranje at the platoon of men huddling in the vast crater.
It was an apocalyptic scene. In every direction rockets and artillery streaked, pounding the field of battle into an unrecognizable quagmire. Tanks, burning and rolling were everywhere. Body parts formed a layer of earth so deep the ground could no longer be felt in many places. Flares flew overhead iluminating the platoon again.
"Up you dogs! UP! In the name of the Emperor and Holy Terra I will see you all flayed alive if you do not obey! Now is our moment of victory! We will show these dogs the price of invasion!"
A fear inspiring figure. His left side a bloody mess where the man infront took the brunt of a mortar shell and sprayed him with his lifeblood. His right side tattered and broken from the nights fighting. He still wiedled his Power sword "Nic'lath" (Prey Slayer) glowed blood red with the energies around it. In his off hand he carried a flamer, a frame had been built for it over the last few days so he could wield it one handed. Laspistol mags ran out three days ago and all boltgun rounds had been seconded by the now six man tactical squad of White Scars space marines.
"Trooper Urahn, to your feet man"
"SIR!" Replied the trooper, positively leaping to his feet.
"Over the top Trooper! Show these COWARDS how to charge the enemy!"
"SIR!"
Trooper Urahn sprinted off and over the top of the lip, vanishing in a cloud of smoke. A second later there was an almighty explosion from the other side of the lip and debris came hurtling into the crater ontop of the men. A large object crashed in front of the Major.
It was Trooper Urahns torso, minus half his skull, left lower arm and legs. He was utterly unphased. Not the slightest hint of motion or even notice.
"Trooper Urahn just paid the price for insufficient levels of aggression! You will do better or you will die! Trooper Cheln, up!"
The ragged trooper looked, terrified, up at the Major. He hesitated to long and his shocked look didn't change as his head hit the ground. The Major had decapitated him in one deft movement.
"The next man who hesitates will be burned to death along with his squad! Now up! Over the top and at the enemy! Never fear troopers! I will be with you leading you as I always have!"
He lept up to just below the lip, all hell breaking loose behind him. Over the top he went screaming and shouting. The sound of his flamer barely audible over the screaming of dying enemies.
The troopers looked amongst themselves for a second before a sergeant got to his feet. "C'mon lads, he'll never forgive us if he dies alone."
It was an apocalyptic scene. In every direction rockets and artillery streaked, pounding the field of battle into an unrecognizable quagmire. Tanks, burning and rolling were everywhere. Body parts formed a layer of earth so deep the ground could no longer be felt in many places. Flares flew overhead iluminating the platoon again.
"Up you dogs! UP! In the name of the Emperor and Holy Terra I will see you all flayed alive if you do not obey! Now is our moment of victory! We will show these dogs the price of invasion!"
A fear inspiring figure. His left side a bloody mess where the man infront took the brunt of a mortar shell and sprayed him with his lifeblood. His right side tattered and broken from the nights fighting. He still wiedled his Power sword "Nic'lath" (Prey Slayer) glowed blood red with the energies around it. In his off hand he carried a flamer, a frame had been built for it over the last few days so he could wield it one handed. Laspistol mags ran out three days ago and all boltgun rounds had been seconded by the now six man tactical squad of White Scars space marines.
"Trooper Urahn, to your feet man"
"SIR!" Replied the trooper, positively leaping to his feet.
"Over the top Trooper! Show these COWARDS how to charge the enemy!"
"SIR!"
Trooper Urahn sprinted off and over the top of the lip, vanishing in a cloud of smoke. A second later there was an almighty explosion from the other side of the lip and debris came hurtling into the crater ontop of the men. A large object crashed in front of the Major.
It was Trooper Urahns torso, minus half his skull, left lower arm and legs. He was utterly unphased. Not the slightest hint of motion or even notice.
"Trooper Urahn just paid the price for insufficient levels of aggression! You will do better or you will die! Trooper Cheln, up!"
The ragged trooper looked, terrified, up at the Major. He hesitated to long and his shocked look didn't change as his head hit the ground. The Major had decapitated him in one deft movement.
"The next man who hesitates will be burned to death along with his squad! Now up! Over the top and at the enemy! Never fear troopers! I will be with you leading you as I always have!"
He lept up to just below the lip, all hell breaking loose behind him. Over the top he went screaming and shouting. The sound of his flamer barely audible over the screaming of dying enemies.
The troopers looked amongst themselves for a second before a sergeant got to his feet. "C'mon lads, he'll never forgive us if he dies alone."
