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13th of September, 123M.41
Here on the planet Semtall, the conscription has begun. The Tyranid forces are not stopping, and for the moment, every single obstacle we have erected in their way has failed. Now, even though our planet is several light-years away, we too are being conscripted. Just the other day, I recieved my letter, telling me to be at the Town Hall on the 14th of September, M.41, to recieve my uniform, weapon and to know which Division I will be in. My wife, Samantha, cried when she heard the news. She had friends on one of the planets that had already fallen to Hive Fleet Black Plague... I myself am scared... I know not into what I will be sent. I am just a simple blacksmith, I am not warrior. And yet they expect me to throw my life away...
14th of September, 123M.41
I recieved my Lasgun today. A fine weapon, but surprisingly heavy. I know not how I will survive even the training, and I am already anxious about possible fighting. I am in the 5th Cadian regiment, in Ltn. Clarke's platoon. I have already seen him. A great brute of a man, and he looks as though he has seen a few battles. Tonight is my last night here, and then I will be shiped off on my 2 week journey to the battles on Falas. We have been told we will be trained while en route. Surely though, 2 weeks is not enough for us to stand a chance? It always seems like we are just meat, being forced into the grinder, in the hope that the Tyranids might slow down... I am now going to spend the rest of the night with my wife, and my two children. I fear I shall never see them again...
15th Of September, 123M.41
I awoke this morning at the crack of dawn. I kissed my wife, surely for the last time, then left to take the barge that would bring us onto the Imperialis Mundanus. That will be my home for the next to weeks. I had already put my uniform on. As I climbed up the ramp onto the barge, I took one last look at Semtall. It had been my home for my entire life... Unlike my wife, I had never left the small planet, and I knew everyone in our city nearly. Around me, I saw countless friends, all in a sombre mood, seeming strangely thoughtful...
17th Of September, 123M.41
I have finally got used to my small metallic quaters on the Imperials Mundanus. I am in this small 20m by 20m room, with 9 other men, of which Ltn. Clarke. I have heard that, by putting an infantry squad in the same room, it builds bonds that will aid us on the field. Training began as soon as we set foot on this ship. Learning to use the equipement, marching in formation, ducking and cover, all these things, plus many more, we must learn fast. We have been told that the Tyranids are still advancing on the planet surface, despite the fact that the Imperium is sending more and more men into the frey. I miss my wife, and children, and pray to the Emperor that I may see them again...
27th Of September, 123M.41
The eve before our descent. My palms are sweaty as I write this, and my hand is trembling. Our training is complete, and yet I still feel as though I know nothing. I have many friends now on this ship, not the least my Infantry Platoon. Just the other day, there was an equipement accident, and 5 men were torn apart by shrapnel as a mass of ammunitions exploded. It was the first time I had ever seen someone die, and I did not like it one bit... Every minute not spent writing this, I spend in silent prayer to the Emperor, hoping the best for my children, and wishing that I can see Samantha once again... The alarms are ringing, and I must sleep now. Tomorrow, I will most likely be on the front line of a war that I dont want to be in. Older men declare war on each other, but it is the youth that must fight and die...
28th Of September, 123M.41
My first ever battle. I arrived on the field with my platoon as reinforcements. Alot of men were already dug into trenches. We were told to stand side by side, and shoot anything that came near. The orders were given out by a Commisar, a barabarically skared man, who looked like a complete psychopath. I slew my first ever Tyranid, but it was pointless slaughter. Today, Gerard, one of my commrades, was slain, by my side, by a "Gaunt" with claws the size of my arm. It dug itself into him, and he went limp. I held him in my arms as he died, saying to myself that this war was pointless. Nevertheless, we men must fight...
3rd of October, 123M.41
After having to slog it out for 3 days in the trenches, we were whittled down to 6 men. We were ordered, with 7 other platoons, to retake a hill lost to the Tyranids but a few days earlier. We began the grueling task, and we started climbing the hill. Our progress was made slower because of the dead corpses. The smell was horride, death and decay surrounded us as we climbed. By the time we had reached to top, it was already mid-day. We dug in, and finished the repairs on the trenches, and were told to hold. All was calm, peaceful nearly, the silence broken only once and awhile by a Basilisk openning fire. Calm, that is, until 3pm. Then we assaulted by a huge number of creatures, the names of which I know not. We were firing like madmen, and our enemies were paying a high price. But with every few of them, one of our men fell. By 6pm, we were forced to retreat. Ltn. Clarke gave the order, and the 10 last survivors, 4 of which were from my platoon, hobbled down the hill. The Commisar, surprisingly, understood our plight, and praised us for holding the hill for so long.
To be continued
Very cool... A very interesting way of writing...
There are a few fluff mistakes though... I doubt very much that the present day months would be used in Semtall in the 41st millenium... Also, the commander of the Platoon would be a lieutenant, not a sergeant... Finally, if he was a recruit of the Cadian army he would'nt finish his training in a matter of days... If he was recruited due to a sudden Tyranid invasion he would be recruited into the PDF of Semtall maybe as a support Regiment... not into a Cadian division as they are top-trained from birth...
But other than that, it's a great story... looking forward to reading more...
apart from the cadian bit i thought that was excelent.
Children in the dark cause accidents, accidents in the dark cause childen.
Good read, keep working at it.
i knew you could'nt stop writing
its good even better then the old stories of which you should bring back
and there ya go
besides branredmow hasn't been on in months i doubt he will ever come back
When cities burn and armies turn
and flee in disarray,
Cowards will cry 'tis best to fly
and fight another day,
But warriors know it in their marrow when they
die and fall,
It is better to have fought and lost than not have
fought at all.
the keeper of the stuff!
the knower of werty!
the master of the obvious!
Still reading my crap, hein fenix? hehe... Thanks for the feedback. A few comments:
I made the training session only 2 weeks for a few reasons:
Would make the story boring if i went into the training
The Tyranids are advancing at an ever growing rate. The Imperium has to do SOMETHING, so it rushes all new recrutes through the training, to get as many men on the front as possible. Still, I made a bit of a mistake
I used the normal dates and stuff to simplify to story. If i started to create my own months and stuff, surely it would astound and confuse some of the *simpler* people on LO that might read this.
Error for the Ltn. Clarke has been edited.
The story continues:
4th of October, 123M.41
My unit was reinforced today. 6 new men joined us on the field, and, if the war is kind, we might get to know each other. However, all day, every day, I hide in my trench, ducking for cover, firing, then repeating the process. I am surprised I survived this long. Our General keeps telling his subordinates that the war is going well, that squads of Storm Troopers have successfully infiltrated behind the Tyranid main force, and are causing havoc. This news means nothing to me. I am not a Storm Trooper. I, like all other Guards, am forced to slug it out here, in the trenches. The stench is horrid, and the men that are killed are just left on the field, bloated and blood soaked. Disease is rampant, and many men succomb to the diseases, as they no longer recieve the necessary diet. I am famished. I have not eaten for two days. We were told this was because a small force of Genestealers managed to distrupt our logistic system. I doubt I will eat for another few days. I try in vain to forget the hunger, the misery, and my constant fear of imminent death...
6th of October, 123M.41
We were removed from the front today, to prepare for a counter-assault. This means I have a few days to sleep. I spend all my days talking to my friends, and thinking about my family. I am a simple man, and know nothing of the great plans that change the galaxy. I care only about my family, and I would sacrifice an arm and a leg to see them. If I have an encounter with a Hormgaunt, it is most likely that my wish will be granted...
8th of October,123M.41
Ltn. Clarke has just briefed us of our mission. Even before he started talking, I saw fear in his eyes. Indeed, our General has ordered to take the Tyranids by storm. This is not the first attempt at a counter assault. Many have tried before us, none have succeeded. It seems that this will be one of my last entries. I write this as whistles blow, ordering us to take our positions on the ladders that will allow us to leave our trenches. We are men, walking into death's jaws, with eyes wide open. Even though I have only been fighting for a small amount of time, it seems like years. Years of misery, sorrow and fear. I fear no more. I see my destiny as clear as crystal. Tomorrow, I will die. So will all those I call friends.
9th of October,123M.41
I write this with my last breath. I am lying on the floor, my dead commrades all around me. Ltn.Clarke sacrificed himself to save me, throwing himself on a Gaunt. His sacrifice was in vain. The counter-assault was in vain. I am now lying, bleeding profusely from the huge gash in my chest. My thought goes out to my wife, and my children. I write this in the hope that someday, someone will know what we sacrificed to defend the galaxy. Tragic, really.... I had hoped to see my familly one more time...
I KNOW! ...o pardon my grammer...
Genesteelers lay eggs in head right? Well make it so that a whole bunch of Premature genesteelers hatch that had been layded in head of your commrades.
Make is so that someway they called in the Death Korps for back up... use your knoladge of 40k and make it work. Dark Korps always have kick arse fluff.
O and good writing... few mistakes, 1 or 2 i saw.
Genesteeler babys and Death Korps, some cool fluff with that!
Man, I think you have not understood the point of this topic. I dont need IDEAS for fluff, just comments on what I write during school lessons instead of learning German (I live in Switzerland, make us learn German as second language, DOH!
In that case! ITS WORTHLESS! MAYBE YOUD BE GOOD IF YOU PAYED ATTENTION TO SCHOOL YOU PATHETIC STUDENT! lol ha ha ha No its all good.. to grammer mistakes and ive only notice like 2 war 40k backround mistake... l
its 9.5/10 writing I THINK!