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Like the topic says, it's not completely thought out, rather some ideas I've been tossing around my head for an IG unit.
“You’re taking away my guns?!” The festooned regimental commander questioned as he
shifted nervously under the watchful eye of the High General Staff.
“Yes, Colonel Van Kaarlsson, to renew the offensive in Sector Delta-Four, we need warm flesh to press the attack. Your men have spent the past three years sitting in the rear with your heavy guns, contributing nothing while our infantry and armored regiments grind themselves out of existence” Lord-General Aldephos paced around in front of the seated artillery commander.
“Your men would better serve the Emperor with a lasrifle in the trenches, than getting fat in the rear” the slick Colonel-de-Campe Graf hissed as he slithered from behind the Lord-General.
“But my guns! I paid for those guns out of my own purse!” sputtered the artillery officer, beads of sweat rolling off his brow.
“Colonel Van Kaarlsson, I hope that you needn’t be reminded that a good soldier obeys without question.” said the stoic Commissar Alles. Van Kaarlsson noticed the Commissar making a slight motion, exposing the hilt of his bolt pistol.
“Alright,” Colonel Van Kaarlsson stiffened up, wiping his brow with a handkerchief, “where do you want my men?”
The 653rd Heavy Artillery was founded 0476486.M41, primarily from the continent of Jacen’s Hope on Dorian Secundus. The planet of Dorian Secundus was due for its centennial tithe of troops for the Imperial Guard. A local nobleman and business magnate, Lord Gaspart Van Kaarlsson, offered to raise a regiment of heavy artillery. Backed by the industrial might of the family business, the regiment was recruited from its factory workers. [to be continued, due to laziness on author's part]
Nice, I like this allot especialy the part where the fat rich fool gets more than he bargand for. I want to see where your going with this.
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Well, it looks like you're off to an excellent start. If you ever feel like expanding more on this background, your regiment leader has a lot of great potential for character development as he fights on the front lines, experiences the horrors of war, and learns how to command the respect of his men as well as his peers. Also, there is a surprising amount of politicking that goes on within the Imperial Guard; how would your commander face up to that, given his background amongst the nobility of his homeworld? What kind of regiment are they going to become in the end? Mechanised Assault? A standard infantry company backed up by the iron might of tanks? Considering the industrial background of your regiment, there are several routes you could take on the road to the front lines.
Here is some more fluff that I wrote up today. It takes place approximately 6 weeks after the fluff I wrote earlier.
Lance Bombardier Norv Syernsson felt out of his own body as he stared at the featureless wall of mud in front of him. It was only six weeks prior that he had been sitting in the comfortable bunkers towards in the army support sector, awaiting orders to bombard the enemy with their large bore cannon. Now command had deemed that they were needed to provide manpower for the latest assault against insurrectionists in sector on the planet of Layvin’s World. Why? He thought to himself, what good were they in a firefight? He himself had not handled a lasrifle since basic combat training aboard the bulk troop transports that brought them to this world.
“Get that voxcaster working again” Syernsson snapped out of his haze as Ensign Yurgen put his hand on his shoulder to ease past him to overlook the voxcaster operator trying to get it operational once more.
“I’m trying sir, the relay-spirit is being quite uncooperative today” Bombardier Loek half muttered to himself as he worked with the instrument panel.
“Just make sure you get it working soon, the colonel is making his address to the regiment soon”said the stern, dour ensign, blowing out his lips and looking expectantly at his voxcaster operator, while mindlessly fingering a tin whistle. Lance Bombardier Syernsson looked to his right at his former shift supervisor at the factory, and wondered how things really hadn’t changed the man. Syernsson then looked to his left, surveying the rest of the line in the trench. The line stood out amongst the uniform brown and greys of the trenchline with their dark blue tunics, and bold red pants, splattered lightly towards the bottom with mud, along with their white gaiters. The regiments helmets and flak jackets too were designed more for the parade ground than the front line, being of the same blue color as their tunics.
“Sir, I think I’ve gotten the relay-spirit under submission” declared the vox-operator as the static broke into the voice of their regimental commander Lord-Colonel Gaspart Van Kaarlsson.
“…Men of Doria Secundus, Blessings of the beloved Emperor be upon you today! For it is of his eternal Will that we have been selected to spearhead the assault that will serve to liberate this forsaken world and bring it back under the light of the Emperor! The Emperor demands only one thing of His servants, and that is obedience! It is also our duty as soldiers to obey without question, and with that we will charge into the face of the heretic, and bring him to the damning fate that they consigned themselves to! So attack men of Doria, for the Emperor is with you! Attack!”
The line of men rippled as the chant “Doria! Doria!”echoed the line of trenches as the officers and non-commissioned officers of the regiment lined up beside ladders to allow the troops to scale to the walls to launch the assault. Private Morga Syernnson, Norv’s younger brother, and star of the factory shift’s rugga team, smiled as his produced a rugga ball, climbed the ladder to the front, and sent the ball flying with a high arcing kick. With that, the men of the 653rd Heavy Artillery charged out of the trenches and into the guns of the heretic, into an uncertain fate.
If you guys really wanna know where I'm going with this, look up the history of the 1st Maine Heavy Artillery during Grant's offensives of 1864-1865 during the American Civil War. See kids? my posts are informative as well as a waste of time
Fantastic idea.. very well written. I especially enjoyed the first one, the atmosphere is great.
Lots of commisars I'd imagine..
Hmmm I was thinking more along the lines of early to mid western front of WWI. But that's just me and my usual thoughts when trenches come to mind. I know there was a few cases of trench warfare during the Civil War. However leave it to WWI to make it known.
Anyways, I do like the way this is going. And I for one wouldn't mind seeing it go further.
I'll be damned before the soldiers of the Emperor are just left to rot!
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lol, beleive it or not, I was thinkin bout that arty regiment grant used at cold harbor when i was readin this. So ur sayin that they get slaughterd, huh? Thought so.
Well the 1st Maine Heavy Artillery was definitely my inspiration for this unit. Not sure exactly where I'm going to take it though.