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Alright so after I made my 2000 point IG list I started splitting it up for smaller games as well (kind of backwards I know) and thought this might be kind of cool fluff to write about for a pure Kasrkin force. It's pretty long so bear with me.
Leaders: Those who lead a QRF (Quick Reaction Force) platoon into battle are generally younger than most IG commanders, due to the extreme nature of their particular brand of fighting, though are nonetheless experienced and hardened through the type of combat they must endure. Like their brothers in the Catachan guard, the men of the QRF generally choose their leaders based on respect and battlefield gallantry, though unlike the Catachans, Cadian higher ups will recognize this and officially promote leaders accordingly. QRF sergeants are allowed a greater degree of flexibility with their tactics since formal leadership is not always around when the QRF goes to battle.
Colors: Standard Cadian Kasrkin scheme, with Chaos Black helmets. Sergeants wear a black panel with their ranking insignias.
Tactics: As Kasrkin, they are the elite of the Cadian military, and therefore have access to more powerful weapons and exotic equipment, such as hellguns and grav chutes. The QRF company of the Cadian 454th excels at plugging gaps in the line with their superior mobility, and also can act in a Harassment and Interdiction role by infiltrating the line and ambushing enemy troops. They generally try to avoid a stand up war of attrition by going after high value targets in an effort to cut the head off the enemy, causing disorganization and cutting morale. To reflect this, like any stormtroopers, the QRF may infiltrate or Deep Strike. In a gap plugging role, they often use Chimeras to quickly rush to the front, where they hold the line until tanks and other heavy troops can relieve them. For their own artillery they rely on mortars, since those are the only artillery pieces that can be packed and moved easily, thus adding to their role of being excellent anti-infantry troopers.
Special Rules: Reinforcements are on the way, boys!: The men of the QRF are used to fighting without any support, and have been trained to hold out in the face of overwhelming odds. If there are no friendly units within 12" of a QRF squad, and the squad is forced to check morale for shooting casualties, they may opt to be pinned instead of falling back.
Commissar Belis cursed loudly as he heard the now familiar sound of a Zzap gun shot punching through the side of the leman russ he was using for cover. The tank made a grinding, shuddering cough as smoke began pouring out of the open hatch, where a crewman pulled himself out and collapsed to the ground, his hands burned badly where the heat had diffused into the crew compartment, blood streaming out of his nose and ears from the incredible concussive force of the bolt penetrating the hull. It didn't appear that anyone else inside had survived the shot. The guardsman moaned piteously, calling out to his mother and the Emperor.
"If a man dies that another should live, that man's spirit shall eat at the Emperor's table." Commissar Belis said, before delivering the Emperor's Peace upon him. He looked around him and saw the brave men of the 99th Plavontis faltering, withering and dying under the fierce barrage of ork firepower. He saw tanks with their turrets blown completely off and burning, and of course, the shredded bodies of the men under his command, their once proud grey and blue uniforms unrecognizable on the men whose blood covered everything. At this rate, there would be nothing left of them when the inevitable charge came.
He pushed the thought from his head. He would not despair.
"Fight! Fight brave men of Plavonti! Show these foul greenskins that the alien fails because it cannot embrace the Emperor! Ruthlessness is the kindness of the wise, and we shall be kind!" He climbed atop the wrecked leman russ and fired his bolt pistol at the greenskins, shouting curses at them as he saw his shots finding their mark. He saw in his peripheral vision the men were responding in kind, straightening up and firing their lasguns into the ork horde which seemed content for now to blast away at them, and Belis smiled. He knew his boys had it in them.
"Ave Impera..." A grot bomb smashed down on Commissar Belis and sent murderous shards of shrapnel into the nearby troopers. That was it. The thin thread that held the men of the 99th Plavontis had broken. Almost as one they broke and ran from the front, calling out for the Emperor's forgiveness.
"That was it," said Sgt. Uriah. He signaled for the driver of his Chimera to get going at full speed, and the cabin lurched as the tracks found purchase in the clay-like terrain. He turned and faced the men of his squad, gripping an overhead railing as the transport bounced along.
"The 99th just folded. I trust you all know what we are to do?" He glanced around, the nine men all nodding behind their black helmets and rebreathers. "Good. There will be plenty of targets at the front. I expect you all to show the Emperor that where others fail, the Kasrkin succeed." He turned and looked through the driver's viewfinder, seeing the front where smoke and smashed tanks loomed, and also seeing the fleeing remnants of the Plavontis.
"One minute to target!" called the driver.
"Equipment check!" called out Sgt. Uriah as he checked the feeds for his hellpistol and his power sword. Both were secure. He slapped his helmet on and looked to make sure everyone else was checking each other and themselves.
"Clear the ramp! 15 seconds!"
"Stand up! Disembarkation pattern Echo!" The men stood as one, hellguns at the ready as the chimera slowed. Already shots were bouncing off the hull, and the barking of it's heavy bolter started, along with the distinct sound of the multilaser.
The transport stopped and the first man in the squad pushed the door open, charging out and kneeling down beside the chimera, taking aim and firing his hellgun at maximum charge as the others filed out around him, each firing disciplined shots into the mass of orks.
"To the line!" shouted the sergeant, and his troopers echoed the order back to him as they advanced in a dead run toward the hastily built trenches previously occupied by the 99th Plavontis and the 76th before them. He snapped off shots at will as they ran, bolts and slugs snapping around them. It seemed to take forever to traverse those thirty yards, but they all made it and dove for cover, peeking up to fire when the opportunity arose. After a few moments of intense fire, they heard the call that all orks, with all their variations shared.
"WAAAAAAAAGH!" The ferocious cry thundered out even above the din of the firefight as the tide of greenskins lurched forward, firing their crude weapons and waving their choppas as they hurled toward the squad and it's chimera. Quickly he voxed to his command further back for mortar support, and after a short moment the mortars came raining down. Some exploded in the air to dump hot metal on the orks' heads, while some exploded as they contacted the ground, throwing bodies around as they did so.
"Grenades!" again the squad echoed the order, every third man arming a krak grenade. "Loose!" As one they tossed them at the oncoming orks. "Again!" another round of grenades were at hand as the first volley exploded, throwing a hurricane of deadly shrapnel, the krak grenades blowing orks in half as the next round landed with the same deadly effect. "Concentrate fire on the Nobs! Plasma for effect!" One trooper lined up with his plasma gun, firing the bright balls of energy at the advancing wave, aiming for the biggest with their crude armor. Two of his troopers fell to ork fire, their carapace armor punched cleanly through.
Thirty yards. Twenty. Their fire was withering and intense, but the orks came on still, driven by the blood lust of the WAAAGH. "Flamer up!" Another trooper came up with his flamer, ready to hit the line as soon as he was ordered. "All frags!" The troopers all readied another volley of frag grenades. "Loose!" and once again threw them at the line. The thumping explosions shredding more orks as they closed. Another Kasrkin fell. Sgt. Uriah slapped the trooper with his flamer on the back and he let loose a gout of fire and washed it back and forth, orks collapsing and screaming as he did so.
Ten yards. "Prepare for close contact! Hold out men! Reinforcements are on the way! For Cadia!"
"For Cadia!" The war cry was echoed as the mass of orks hit the line, each trooper fighting for his life, ducking, weaving and striking. Sgt. Uriah carved orks with his power sword, the smell of vaporizing ork blood assaulting his nostrils. He parried a big choppa with his pistol, the shock of the ork's strength sending an unpleasant shiver down his arm. He gritted his teeth and rammed his sword into it's throat, twisting it and withdrawing to slice at another. It wouldn't be long before they were overrun. He could see 3 Killa Kans and a Dreadnought coming as well, the Dreadnought firing a missile at their chimera and blasting a hole in the side. The chimera stopped firing. He saw another of his troopers fall, his torso nearly bisected by a swipe from a choppa. He couldn't remember how many he had left. It didn't matter. Now it was about taking as many orks as possible with them as they died.
He heard a clanking, coughing noise and turned to see a killa kan bearing down on him. He had nothing that could pierce the armor, and he dove away as its buzz saw whirled over his head. He rolled as a Nob tried to stomp on him, and scurried forward as the killa kan pursued him. Again the buzzsaw came for him and reflexively he swung his sword at it, severing the cables of its arm as it dropped to the ground, spinning as the saw lost momentum. A hot shower of sparks burned his face and his hand where his sword had simply burned out, the force of the impact turning his power sword into just a sword. He scrambled backwards as the Kan came on, and he covered his face as its other arm reared up to smash him into the earth.
But the blow never came. With a terrific bang, the kan was thrown sideways, half of it molten metal red. He dared a glance around and saw the orks in retreat as two Leman Russ tanks and a Demolisher rumbled forward. The Demolisher's plasma cannons fired at the dreadnought and remaining killa kans, superheated balls of energy turning the metal into slag. It rolled to a stop and fired its main cannon, throwing a dozen ork bodies into the air.
His remaining troopers regained their firing line and began firing into the retreating orks. His plasma gunner, so enraged at the loss of his comrades, fired shot after shot until the heat burned through his special gloves, and when that happened he simply threw the overloaded gun at the oks, drawing his autopistol and shooting it until it overloaded, exploding and covering a few greenskins with plasma.
"Recover!" What was left of his squad rallied around him, still pointing their guns at the orks who were still running back to their lines. A momentary lull in the firing on both sides. He looked around at them. Himself and three other troopers. 4 of 9. His ear piece crackled.
"Squad 009 this is Command. Return to base immediately for rearm and refit. One Way Ticket insertion in 6 hours."
Sergeant Uriah nodded grimly and acknowledged. There were always gaps to fill and holes to be plugged. As long as he survived, he'd be there.
Last edited by SimulatedSnowman; September 23rd, 2007 at 20:53.
I think you need to spend more time on your floor.
2500 Black Templars
I have to admit. ITs a very good simple way to show your own personal army of specialst above average troops. The pluggers huh? It's tactically plausible, and truth be told i really like this IDea. Plus, i've gotta admit, you have an amazing way of writing, skills that I normally drool at. Some guys get all the talent.
Total reppage for giving me something good to read.
PM me about Aurora Prime Vassal fights! Willing and ready!
Interesting, your wording with the commissar is excellent to read, you really did well with how you portrayed him. On the whole your army sounds excellent and is a unique brand of Imperial Guardsmen. 10/10. Hope to read more soon
Thanks you guys! I'll probably write another one soon for the QRF in a more aggressive role, what with the deepstriking and melta-ing stuff.
I think you need to spend more time on your floor.
2500 Black Templars