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Captain Annabelle Spear surveyed the swarths of destruction outside the bunker, the broken landscape of a grand city, reduced to rubbled ruins. In the distance, the chanting of the heretical chaos scum continued, their prescence a red scar on the land.
She strode past the embedded heavy bolter and autocannons, past the lascannons and snipers. She walked past missle launcher platforms and stripped down hulks of trackless chimeras, hauled up and used as emplacements on the main spine, their pintled weapons long gone, replaced with a turreted autocannon scavanged off a variety of vehicles and outfitted by techpriests.
Tired weary men lay in cots or on the floor, sitting on ammo crates or dozing in the brief sunlight that occasionally burst through the shrouded, smoky skies above. A stormtrooper sargeant held a devotion with the three surviving members of his squad as well as a dozen more standard guardsmen, faith in the Emperor being the only thing still keeping them fighting.
Somewhere, deeper within the massive superstructure of the main spine, a choir still sang, their voices hoarse, their coordination off, but with a certain fervor and enthusiasm that brought a brief leap of hope to Spear's heart.
A whining sound filled the air, the tell-tale sound of an incoming shell. Half the people in the vicinity looked up, the rest not bothering. Those who were asleep continued to do so, unbothered even when the shell smashed into a nearby room and detonated. A medic or two jogged lathargically into the room, where there were once four living guardsmen, only dark smears remained. Unable to do anything more, he simply kicked the bloody remains out over the newly made opening, grumbling about the dust as broken bodies fell silently to the ground far below.
How long they had been here, most could not really remember. Captain Spears did, as did the sole surviving astropath, and the techpriests, but no one else cared, no one else could bother.
Sixteen regiments of the Imperial Guard once defended this city, along with tens of thousands of local PDF. Now, Captain Spears could barely account for more than three thousand able bodied fighters, including the walking wounded, the half-blind, and a hundred other wounds. So long as they could hold a laspistol they were counted as a fighter, such was the quiet desperation of the place.
Has it really been three years on this forsaken world? Isolated from the rest of the Imperium, consigned to the constant attack of the heretical forces? How many millions on the planet had already died? Why in the Holy Emperor's name were they still alive, when the traitors had at least a full legion out there in the city and its surroundings.
So many questions, so little answers. Questions, like the massive storm last night the flashes of light that lit of the sky with color. Questions, like the sudden movement of thousands of enemy soldiers into the city from the countryside, actually fortifying their positions, in preparation for what?
Captain Spears, commander of the last of the world of Cornex Prime, stared at the falling meteorites in stupifaction, idly wondering if it was a common occurance on Cornex. A brief thought about one of them hitting the main spine occured, and grumbled at the thought of the void shield probably collapsing under the strain, the cobbled-together generators unable to handle the stress caused by one of those....
Suddenly, the Main Spine was alive, scrambling guardsmen, pdf, stormtroopers and citizens crowding the open areas and battlements dangerously. A Thunderhawk gunship roared out of the cloud, and another, and another, lascannons firing away. A large dropship slowly appeared, emplaced weapons launching devestating volley after volley of explosive rounds. Grav-chuted Imperial Guardsmen and Space Marines leapt out of troop holds and descended into fire now lancing up from the heretical strongholds.
Tears flowed freely down Annabelle's cheeks, her relief palpable. Finally, after all those months.
The Emperor Protects.
It works very well, shows you how much of an overly bureaucratic (in the popular sense of the term) organisation the Departmento Munitorum is, something that rarely comes through with 40k fan-fiction.
The only things that I feel I can really fault is one grammatical error:"medic or two" and then a "he". The tenses clash. Is there just one, or more than one?A medic or two jogged lathargically into the room, where there were once four living guardsmen, only dark smears remained. Unable to do anything more, he simply kicked the bloody remains out over the newly made opening, grumbling about the dust as broken bodies fell silently to the ground far below.
On background, why exactly is Annabelle in such a high position. Use every adult able to hold a gun, sure, but why promote a woman to be a CO?
D'oh...yeah, one medic."medic or two" and then a "he". The tenses clash. Is there just one, or more than one?By the very simple virtue of survival, she's simply the only surviving senior officer alive.On background, why exactly is Annabelle in such a high position. Use every adult able to hold a gun, sure, but why promote a woman to be a CO?
wow, that is some of the best fluff i've read for a while. good job man
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Thats something, it felt like I was there too. The story felt so real. It was very intense indeed. Great Job (Y) (Y)
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Would she have even got to a senior officer's position though? That's my point.Originally posted by Culnarion@Mar 10 2005, 123
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Why not? I mean they have female Inquisitors and female Commisares. If the Imperium's religious body has no problem promoting women to higher ranks,I doubt the Imperial Guard, who is far more liberal in thier recruiting policies (*cough*Ogryns*cough*) would have one.
True. But then the Ecclesiarchy has a reason for using women warriors (to get round the decree passed after the Age of Apostasy that they were to have no "men under arms"), whereas the guard don't have anything so compelling.
Meh, maybe I should think a bit more openly. But GW has never mentioned anything about women regiments before; you'd think that with things like GI Jane around they would have if it was a big thing.
I agree GW should have a few more female IG models. I heard of a guy who converted an entirely female IG army once.It was a small army but still,that's a lot of work.S'far as I know the IG treats women the same as men. They all absorb fire just as effectively. XD