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One moment Private McKennie was rolling in the sand with a beautiful woman on the beaches of Maritinus,the next he was being pulled to his feet,his arm nearly wrenched out of his socket "Wake up you worthless pile of grox sh!t we've got incomming.." the rest of the seargent's words were drowned out by a loud whistling sound,followed by a roar that ripped painfully through his head an left him with nothing but a ringin in his ears. As his eyes opened and focused through the haze of sleep,he saw dirt,stone and blood showering down in front of him,and the rest of the world soon came into focus.
His heart sank,instead of the warm sand and soft waves he was just enjoying there was the crummbling wall of the old cathedral and a shallow lake of mud and human blood that swirled around his ankles. Instead of the wind and the soft laughter of his first girlfreind,there was the crack of las fire and the screams of his fellow gaurdsmen as they were ripped apart by enemy fire and joined the others floating face down in the shallow puddle that used to be a cathedral floor.
"Reinforce the line,we need more ammo to the front!" Sarge's voice pulled his attention away from his personal lamentation and reminded him of the situation at hand.They had been holed up in this church for going on 3 days now,and the traitors showed no sign of letting up.As another shell screamed by overhead,and the building shook from it's impact,McKennie adjusted the helmet on his head and ran to join the others at the front door.
Sloshing through the red-dyed water he managed to reach the battered wall next to the wide front opening,slamming his back against it as more fire ripped little pieces of the stone into the air. the seargent was alreay there,his back pressed tight against the wall just inhces from the other side of the doorway,barking out commands to the soldiers that ran franticly around the building.
"Get some guns up to that window..damnit Williams get that thing reloaded now!" the sergeant glanced over to were McKennie stood,the private had his rifle clutched close to his chest and his eyes were closed,he was praying quietly under his breath.
"Wake up boy you've slept long enough,time to open your eyes and fight!" The private jumped a little,but nodded without taking the time to think.He obeyed the seargant's command on instinct,and before he knew what he was doing,he had swung his body out into the opening of the doorway,leveling the barrel of his gun and firing a few blind shots into the darkness before swinging around and slamming his back into the wall again,the return fire from the shadows outside zipping by with a high pitched whistle
"Damnit,don't those bastards know they're fighting for the wrong side?" Sarge's voice was much softer now,though it still sounded like he had garglrd with razor blades his whole life,his tone was less harsh now,more regretful,and it made the private think.It was true wasn't it?They were fighting for the right side weren't they?Of course they were, they were following orders from the planet's governer himself..such a man..a man who maintains contact with the emporer himself..surely he knows what's right.So what if a few cities were burned,they were probably full of heretics and mutants.Why, they were following the divine will of the emporer himself,of course they were right! Those men outside were traitors and heretics and they deserve to die!
OK..so before i vomit up the rest.. I know grammaticaly i tend to abuse the comma a bit..but I'm trying not too..but story wise what does it need?
And I'd like to not the whole thing about the governer being in contact with the Emporer is what the soldiers believe,it's not meant to be true..