Post by Gor/Strauss on Jun 16, 2009 5:56:03 GMT
What else do you do at 6am 0o. Write durr. Naturally this is WiP, but I have a cunningly good feeling about this one. Naturally, as much feedback as can be given is good. The more the better!
"Transport bays 8 through 9, you have clearance to launch, Emperor guide you, over" Crackled the message over the vox in Captain Ansgars helment.
He hated orbital drops and low altitude grav-chute jumps in these 'new' (bollocks) modified Mauraders. The latest rumour as to how they came about was that some cacking nutters on a crusade a while ago retrofitted a few to drop on a city -or something- and assassinate the enemy leader before the main assault. (bollocks again) Having heard of the success, a pencil pusher invariably decided that this was a good idea and it had spread to all the Stormtrooper units in his sector already. This single though disgruntled him the most. Pencil pushers are never concerned with how the contents of your stomache is to stay there. Grav-chute drops always make sure it doesn't. Leave the highspeed drops from orbit to the Angels he always thought. The bastards never got sick because the bastards probably didn't have stomaches he reasoned. Guess that helps when you're an Angel he supposed.
So there was the high and mighty Captain Lois Ansgar of the illustrious 6th Batallion Scarovars Own Progeny, 45 Stormtrooper, HQ. He'd grown up till he was 9 in one of the many slums of Scarovars sprawling -but still sub hive sized- cities. It had been rough as a young one alone after his father died in the 10th Mechanized Rifles on Astrabal fighting the V''rithian Scurrlings and his mother simply vanished. With no siblings or other family the only recourse was being taken in by the Ecclesiarchal Schola Progenium. Once at the Progenisis Principalia Scarovar (the best of its kind in the subsector) he'd never really fitted in. He'd been bullied at first by the other orphans for actually knowing his parents. This was briefly seen as a weakness by his peers, but after two months and after sending Christof Aramzad went to the medics with few teeth left (improvised knuckle dusters) a partially crushed pelvis (his plated training boots) and an arm that was literally hanging off and had to be cybernetically replaced (don't ask) he was given no more trouble and was advanced by a year in the hand to hand training classes that would come later. It is something of a fluke that he was never arrested or tried for essentially mutilating a peer. The incident was described by the priest in charge as "A perfect example of strength through faith in the Emperor in the face all adversity." A young Lois Ansgar commented that it wasn't faith but his boots that saved him from an unpleasantness. While almost killing another student didn't get him kicked out, that comment almost did.
Shortly after graduating as a fully fledged Progena he was inducted into a Stormtrooper unit of the world of his upbringing and began his work in ernest. While a grumbling and sullen soldier, he never faltered, never questioned orders (not to be confused with not complaining, he did lots of this) and eventually made Sergeant where he continued his duty to the letter and lead his men through anything the universe (and Emperor) cared to throw at him. Two years later and he found himself in charge of an entire Stormtrooper operation by accident. His entire Commando units headquarters drowned in a horrendous cockup by the Emperors illustrious navy pilots as their transport ejected them all out over the East Adallian Sea on Precintus Gamma and 5000 miles from dry land. And so it fell to Seargent Ansgar to lead the mission to its moderate success over a day and a half. He managed to re-order his men and eleminated 4/5ths of his mission targets against insurgency forces harassing an adamantium, mechanicum lead mining operation. For his bravery and lack of complaining he was awarded with an immediate Officers Commission to the rank of Captain of his unit.
While it could be said that he was a man who liked to complain about things and could be sullen and sour he was also a man who was fanatically devoted to his men. Some even muttered more so than the Emperor himself. Of course no one ever questioned the Captain on faith as he was just as likely to complain about how the priests smelt funny and full of irritating stories as to send the whole of 45 ST to the same priests for spiritual maintenance for asking annoying questions.
more to come when I figure out what's what and it's not 7am
"Transport bays 8 through 9, you have clearance to launch, Emperor guide you, over" Crackled the message over the vox in Captain Ansgars helment.
He hated orbital drops and low altitude grav-chute jumps in these 'new' (bollocks) modified Mauraders. The latest rumour as to how they came about was that some cacking nutters on a crusade a while ago retrofitted a few to drop on a city -or something- and assassinate the enemy leader before the main assault. (bollocks again) Having heard of the success, a pencil pusher invariably decided that this was a good idea and it had spread to all the Stormtrooper units in his sector already. This single though disgruntled him the most. Pencil pushers are never concerned with how the contents of your stomache is to stay there. Grav-chute drops always make sure it doesn't. Leave the highspeed drops from orbit to the Angels he always thought. The bastards never got sick because the bastards probably didn't have stomaches he reasoned. Guess that helps when you're an Angel he supposed.
So there was the high and mighty Captain Lois Ansgar of the illustrious 6th Batallion Scarovars Own Progeny, 45 Stormtrooper, HQ. He'd grown up till he was 9 in one of the many slums of Scarovars sprawling -but still sub hive sized- cities. It had been rough as a young one alone after his father died in the 10th Mechanized Rifles on Astrabal fighting the V''rithian Scurrlings and his mother simply vanished. With no siblings or other family the only recourse was being taken in by the Ecclesiarchal Schola Progenium. Once at the Progenisis Principalia Scarovar (the best of its kind in the subsector) he'd never really fitted in. He'd been bullied at first by the other orphans for actually knowing his parents. This was briefly seen as a weakness by his peers, but after two months and after sending Christof Aramzad went to the medics with few teeth left (improvised knuckle dusters) a partially crushed pelvis (his plated training boots) and an arm that was literally hanging off and had to be cybernetically replaced (don't ask) he was given no more trouble and was advanced by a year in the hand to hand training classes that would come later. It is something of a fluke that he was never arrested or tried for essentially mutilating a peer. The incident was described by the priest in charge as "A perfect example of strength through faith in the Emperor in the face all adversity." A young Lois Ansgar commented that it wasn't faith but his boots that saved him from an unpleasantness. While almost killing another student didn't get him kicked out, that comment almost did.
Shortly after graduating as a fully fledged Progena he was inducted into a Stormtrooper unit of the world of his upbringing and began his work in ernest. While a grumbling and sullen soldier, he never faltered, never questioned orders (not to be confused with not complaining, he did lots of this) and eventually made Sergeant where he continued his duty to the letter and lead his men through anything the universe (and Emperor) cared to throw at him. Two years later and he found himself in charge of an entire Stormtrooper operation by accident. His entire Commando units headquarters drowned in a horrendous cockup by the Emperors illustrious navy pilots as their transport ejected them all out over the East Adallian Sea on Precintus Gamma and 5000 miles from dry land. And so it fell to Seargent Ansgar to lead the mission to its moderate success over a day and a half. He managed to re-order his men and eleminated 4/5ths of his mission targets against insurgency forces harassing an adamantium, mechanicum lead mining operation. For his bravery and lack of complaining he was awarded with an immediate Officers Commission to the rank of Captain of his unit.
While it could be said that he was a man who liked to complain about things and could be sullen and sour he was also a man who was fanatically devoted to his men. Some even muttered more so than the Emperor himself. Of course no one ever questioned the Captain on faith as he was just as likely to complain about how the priests smelt funny and full of irritating stories as to send the whole of 45 ST to the same priests for spiritual maintenance for asking annoying questions.
more to come when I figure out what's what and it's not 7am