Okay, here goes. I won't update for about a week 'cause I'll be on holiday, but yeah, here is my first chapter.
Chapter 1 - Boss
“It is always better to Find your Enemy, before your enemy finds you,” - Commander Tulathan, Vastadt 4th Independent Tank Regiment
GUARDSMAN RAPHAEL STUDIED his lasgun. He had been issued with a special type, a scoped one with increased range. He nicknamed it ‘Emperor’s Wrath’. He whispered a silent prayer to the God-Emperor, and held his weapon up so he could see through the scope.
His target, an Ork Mek, was busy working on repairing a looted Chimera that had been stolen from his regiment, the 115th Cadian Shock troopers, in the battle which had just occurred. Both sides had withdrawn, but Raphael‘s Officer had ordered him to keep the attack on. The Mek was an ugly creature, even for an Ork. But that did not matter. Nothing mattered, as long as Raphael hit his target.
He pulled the trigger.
The Mek’s head was dislodged from its body with one clean shot, hitting a small Gretchin concealed from Raphael’s view. He could barley hear the scream of the dying Grot at this distance, concealed in an abandoned Imperial Bunker.
Before the Xenos could work out where the shot came from, Raphael turned and left his viewpoint, sprinting through rusty machinery as if he didn’t even know it was there. He scrambled down a ladder and pushed open a door bearing a weathered Imperial Eagle.
An hour later, he had reached the field command, and his officer. Colonel Andrex had been in command of the 115th since Devac, an incident where loyalist and traitor clashed over a volcanic planet with only one goal - victory.
“Did you find your target?” was the stern words of the Colonel.
“Yes boss,” replied Raphael.
“You never learn, do you Raphael? It’s either Yes, sir,” corrected the Colonel. “Or yes Colonel. Never boss. That‘s one lesson which you never learn.”
“Yes Colonel,” replied Raphael, and looked at his fellow Guardsmen. They were an unwelcoming bunch. One man, Demetrius, had a bandage around his head and was smoking a cigarette, and Raphael could smell the smoke from the other side of the room.
He looked over at the desk, where The Colonel had begun pushing markers of the regiments under his command around a map with a stick. “If we manage to push the Xenos back to Hive Polstanius, we’ll be able to meet up with the Astartes attacking from the other side.”
“Colonel, Astartes?” Raphael asked. This was news to him. He hadn’t been informed of the Emperor’s Finest operating on this planet.
“Yes, Raphael,” nodded The Colonel. “I received a transmission yesterday. The Space Marines have made steady progress, but the resistance on that side is even greater than it is over here. Their commander informs me that the Xenos are much more… organized than usual. He has suspected another faction‘s involvement and has ordered us to keep our eyes out for any unusual activities. Did you see anything odd while you were out there, Raphael?”
“No boss,” replied Raphael.
The Colonel looked Raphael in the eye, and raised his stick to eye level. “If you ever call me anything other than Sir or Colonel again, I’ll personally whack you over the head with this stick!”
“Sorry Sir,” Raphael murmured.