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Oberleutnant Merk von shrover doged to the side, bearly dodgeing the missile launched by one of the chaos charging towards his cover, one of the last buildings still standing (if you could call it that) in the front lines. "Take that *****er out Otto!" Nodding to signel he heard, Otto, the squad plasma gun specialist, fired twice. One was a dead on hit, causing a massive explosion by hitting the spare missles that the chaos marine held. The second, blew up in his face, melting the top half of his body. Covered in burned peices of his former plasma gunner Merk muttered a profanity, inaudable through the gun fire and artillry. All that left in his platoon, which by now was consolodated in to two squads, was twelve guardsmen with lasguns, and a heavy bolter. "*****!" Merk said as a bolter shell exploded near his head. Looking around he found his vox-operator, Karl. "Karl!" Merk yelled."Karl!" he yelled again when there was no answer. Sprinting past the opening he tripped and landed hard next to karl. "Karl, get me a link the that heavy weapons squad on the ridge over there" said Merk, pointing to a ridge that had formed fro collapsed buildings.
There was still no answer. "KARL!" yelled Merk, quite *****ed-off at this pount as he turned Karl so he was facing him. Karls face was blown off by a bolter shell. "*****! ***** *****!" One of his troopers ( he forgot his name) crawled over "What's up sir?" he asked. "I'll tell you what the ***** is up! There are eleven of us, without a vox or any assault weapons, faceing off with four squads of traitor marines! that's what's up *****!" Merk burst out, unable to contain his frustration any longer. "OK," Merk said after a second "here's what we'll do. I want you, and six of the others to come with me, get all the grnades you can find. Then send a runner over to that ledge" he said pointing to the unatural ledge with the heavy weapons squad "and tell them to poor everything they have into these marine *****s" just then his wprd were puntuated by a bolter shell slamming into the wall next to him "that are moving on us. Got that?" "yes sir replied the soldier Merk could not remember the name of. When he returned with the six men, but, unfortunatly ther turned out to only be four grenades. "Well," said Merk in feighned happiness "this is plesent". "All right" he continiued after a few seconds "who has the best arm?". "I think I do, sir" said a corperal named Reiner. "OK" said Merk "give him all the grenades, we neeed them to count."
After all the grenades were passed Merk continued, "Here's what we're doing. With this new plesentness, it is a little modified from earlyer, but it should still work. I want Reiner and... Gunther to go left every one else come with me to the right. OK, you two are Reiner team, do not move untill we are out of cover, you will be no use dead. When we are out of cover and fireing, I want you to take cover behind that 'barricade'" said merk pointeing towards a pile of toppled over plascrete, wood and barbed wire. "Now," said Merk "once you get there I want you toss all your grenades at the squad closest to us, then brake cover and charge, if you say one thing about being butchered by them I will shoot you right now" he said noticing the horrified looks on their faces, and raised his pistole to Gunther's head "OK?" "Ok, n-no problem sir" he said, obviously more afreid of his own Oberleutnant then the traitors. "The rest of you are with me, we are the doversion at first, then we are the main show, once all the grenades go off we-" just the a horrendiously large explosion shook the earth. Artillery Thought Merk as he contiued, "-charge those *****ers".
Reiner was in postiion. "*****," he said "he wants us to charge traitor marines? I think the LT's lost it". "Shh," said Gunther "If he doesn't kill us for running away, the commissar will". "I didn't say any thing about running away..." said Reiner looking back at Gunther with an evil grin. Just then the heard the other tram charging out "Showtime". Said Gunther.
"I'm out!" yelled the soldier who Merk could not remember the name of. "What type?" yelled another soldier. "AA!" yelled the first trooper, taking his clip out. Merk was short on AAAs for his laspistle himself. Just the an explosion, followed shortly by another, and then by two more. "Come on! This is our chance!" said Merk dashing towards the bewhildered traitor marines and fireing the last of the AAAs in his clip. Unfortunatly the marines recovered in time to meet the charging guardsmen with a hail of bolter fire. Amazingly all of them mised Merk, although three, now un recognisable guardsmen were not so fortunate. Screaming a battle cry bearly any one knew, it being the battle cry of the compony-sized regiment he was a part of. Dodgeing low, merk clicked his chansword on in time to hit them marine.
Unfortunatly the marine was too fast, and easaly bloked it and followed up with a hit the put a very large dent in Merk's helmet. Knocked dow to the ground hard, Merk's head was swimming, he bearly noticed Gunther hitting the traitor marine on the head with the butt of his gun. And then, the was a white-gold flash, and He was up, he felt better than he had since he landed on this planet. The traitor marine he was fighting before, having killed gunther, charged at him and swung his bolte gun down at Merk with a terrifying force. But Merk, amazingly was faster. And stronger, he not only parried, he began to push the bolter back. Then, the bolter snaped and Merk landed the blow on the traitor marine's head, cutting it in half down the middlle. Just then another marine charged towards him. Then it happned. All he had to do was think and it happned, in four seconds all the traitors were, severed heads , disemboweled bodies and limbs were all that was left. And in the middle, a blood soked figure was standing, breathing heavily holding a gore-clogged chainsword
Might want to cut down on the cursing, just so you don't end up with sentances like this: *****! ******! *****!
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