Sneak Peek - Prandium's Fireballers
The rain just wouldn't stop.
Droplets gathered on the edge of the guardsmen's helmet waiting for enough liquid before dropping to the muddy ground which has long ago sucked in the boots. A held in breath escaped the man's lips with slow intent as his eyes never moved from the horizon. Worries and past horrors plagued the stout soldiers mind as he recalled the previous casualties in his platoon. It has been a month of fierce fighting and atrocious melee combat.
"Sir! We have movement directly ahead!" A smaller man shouted from farther down the trench. If he was correct, it sounded like Sgt. Fritz from 1st squad.
The Lt. straightened his back as he walked to the edge of the trench wall. He could see it as well and unfortunately quite clearly. The Tyranids were bad enough a few years ago but now they had the vile Heretics. Chaos Space Marines... They were undermanned and with only one company from the Angels meant that every guardsmen would have to give it their all if they wanted their children to see adulthood.
The dark figures pressed forward with chainswords and bolters checking their arcs. The Lt. smiled grizzly as the long scar running down his disfigured face moved with his lips. The Heretic filth still didn't know about the trenchs ecspecially through the fog. It would mean he would only have seconds to formulate a plan before, Emperor forbid, a total qark fest would open up.
"Gather together men! Muster your courage!" He knew the Chaos scum would hear his words but he cared not. They should fear him for like any space marine, he already knew no fear. "As I speak the Heretic filth marches towards us. For things that used to know no fear they shall be taught that the Emperor guides your will!" The grin grew into a full on toothy smile as he roared the chainsword to life. The regimental bearer joined his side by digging in the banner into the ground with pride.
"Are you ready Terris?" The Lt. asked even though he already knew the answer. His eyes were looking over the tranch at the now alert Chaos worshping sinners. They still could not tell exactly where the enemy was but that they were there thanks to the heavy fog.
Terris only opened up with great laughter that made the nearby guardsmen look at him with surprise. It was always odd to see someone laugh in such a grim situation but when you have seen as much combat as the Lt. and Terris have, you'd understand.
"Markus, I was ready ever since that Tyranid Warrior tried to rip my qarking head off!" He boasted showing off his scar on his scalp where hair refused to grow back. Markus only allowed Terris to call him by this name because he must have saved him more then could count which was pretty high for an ex-farmer.
"Spider traps! Go!" Markus ordered down the line only to see a few close guardsmen nearby start to cover the trench with a thin board. It was a tactic passed down by the Marines when fighting the Tyranids. Now they waited to see if the tactical squad of Chaos Marines would take the same ploy.
"Sir" A very quiet whisper reached his ear. Markus nodded towards the guardsmen who just whispered in his ear. "The 25th Arty boys will be in position in ten minutes" and with that the platoon vox-man moved back to his position. The Lt. was glad to have the support but to call in artillery on these enemy contacts was way too close.
Seconds went by as the trench system was dead silent. That was until the enemy fell through the flimsy boards.
"KILL THEM ALL!" The Lt. screamed at the top of his lungs as he, himself leapt at the enemy. The confused chaotic marine recovered quickly due to his augmentations but not quick enough for his foe did not hesitate. With the Emperor's divine will, the chainsword arced down onto the exposed skull. The teeth ripped and tared anything it could get a hold of which was mostly bone fragments and dark blood. Markus, far from done, lifted his bolt pistol to put two clean shots into the chest.
Sgt. Fitz on the other hand was having a bit more trouble.
The marine crashed from the boards and landed directly onto a fellow guardsmen. Only a yelp escaped the crushed man's lips before his doom but that yelp grabbed all the close by guardsmen, Fitz being one of them. The marine quickly got to his feet and turned his bolter towards the nearest guardsmen who charged with their bayonets. The first man fell quite easy under the torrent of fire which removed limbs easily. Fitz was facing the marines deformed backpack and decided to save his soldiers under his command. The Sgt. charged forward with his chainsword and jumped onto the marine like a monkey onto a tree. He climbed the backpack and then placed his hands over the helmet lenses.
"Can't see anything now can you, 'ya Heretic scum!" The Sgt. cried out as his men charged over thier fallen comrades. The plan was simple enough but knowing the marine wouldn't just let him sit up there he waved his arms and easily wacked the weaker man to the muddy floor.
A heavy boot found it's place on top of the man's chest as he struggled to get some air. The fall from the tall marine left him breathless and the boot didn't help. "Foolish Imperialist!" The curdling voice echoed from the dark, deformed helmet. Fritz could see his reflection in the lens and admited his days were up as the bolter muzzle was placed against his head.
Part 1 of 2. Sneak Peek for Imperial Guard story I'm writing. As always I love to hear any Complaints/Flame/Comments and general nonsense!
Last edited by Silbern; 01-09-11 at 03:34 PM.