"THIS IS LTC. MADEL LEPWIZ IN SECTOR 5 TRENCHES", Lepwiz screamed into a stealer box's horn, while the operator was trying to adjust the volume so that high command wouldn't want to shoot any of them, "WE NEED REINFORCEMENTS NOW! I DON'T CARE IF THEY ARE TROOPERS, HONOR GUARD, L.O.E.D.ERS, OR EVEN JUST PLEBEIANS WITH POINTY STICKS WE NEED THEM NOW OR ELSE WE'LL LOSE THE TRENCH!"
"Ltc. Lepwiz", a voice said, with a notable air of "I hate my job right now","this is Op. Prvt. Dylan at high command. I will put your request in immediately."
Lepwiz was about to put the box's horn down when Dylan added,"However."
"What is it?", the opperator, Frenered if he remembered right, asked, beating Lepwiz to the chase.
"Well...", Dylan said,"We've been getting requests for reinforcements from all 29 sectors. Seems the Trols finally found the sense to co-ordinate large scale attacks. From what I've heard, We've barely beet off all of their other ones. So on your reinforcements may be civs with sticks and even then you'll have to wait at least 3 hours before you find out. that is supposing that the roads in your sector are in good condition."
"LISTEN", Lepwiz screamed, "WE'VE GOT A GAP AT LEAST A HUNDRED MAYBE EVEN TWO HUNDRED YARDS ACROSS WHICH, IF WE'RE ABLE TO PLUG IT UP AT ALL, WE'LL BE UNDER STRENGTH EVERYWHERE ELSE!"
After a pause Dylan said,"Well then, make peace with you gods and hope the rest of the lines don't fall. Over and out."
Lepwiz slammed the box's horn on the nearby table while trying to go over the stats. 50,000, maybe 51,000 if they were lucky, men against who knows how many Trols. Perfect.
Luckly, the Trols left plenty of time between the conversation and their attack for the gap to be partially retrenched. when the Trols finally did launch their attacks it quickly became apparent why it had taken so long: the Trols had hired mercenaries and had to convince them the pay was worth it. Ohgores, the larger, fatter, thicker Tols sub-species, smashed through their palisade with Trols following in their wake. From each of the watch towers snipers, most likely Heb Gablens given the range and accuracy, began to extract a noticeable toll among Empirical troops. He-jeka's settled into the foxholes they had made earlier and began to bombard the troopers with volleys of, highly inaccurate, fia' werks with a lucky few managing to slam into a pounder battery or two.
The Empiracl forces managed to reply in force. Once again machine bolters and machine cannons took out scores of Trolls while normal bolter fire did in nearly as many of them. What pounders were left began barraging Trols while boomstick throwers laid down more accurate fire. When the range closed the fire spewers managed to fry dozens upon dozens of Trols before their fuel was exhausted. Even Lepwiz joined in with his antiqued bolt rifle, which had superior rifling, and fell almost 200 Trolls.
However, even if they had done the same 50 times over, the weight of the Troll forces was too much. When the Ohgores finally slammed into the trenches there was only so much an over glorified spear could do against 500 pounds of fat and muscle. Troopers died in droves with the casualty rate being around 1 ohgore for every 20 troopers. And when the rest of the trolls got stuck in the number of dead exploded. Lepwiz was about to rush in to help when he heard a giant scream. He looked up just in time to see a jumpa coming at him.
Lepwiz rolled out of the way as the Trol slammed into the ground. Lepwiz pulled out his sword before the jumpa stood back up and charged at him. The Trol attacked first, swinging his hatet down at Lapwiz, and giving him no choice but to block. Fortunately, unlike all the rest of his equipment, his sword was home. Staring at the thing that had once been his weapon, the Trol was distracted long enough for Lepwiz to run it through the iron armor it had donned.
Instead of dying, the Trol looked down at the man with the sword in his chest. If it had noticed anything it was that his opponent looked too old to be doing this, had a black bolt rifle dangling at his side, and had a glass like saber sticking out of it. However long it may have had those thought Lepwiz didn't give it the chance to comment and ripped his sword downward. Turning around he saw another Troll was heading towards him with a buzz sword. He never did get to see it's face though, as it exploded as a trio of bolt shells hit home.
Then, before the Trol even fell to it's knees Marshal Sestein run up to it, smoking bolt pistol in hand, and decapitated it.
"Good to see you", Lepwiz managed, while hipshooting an ohgore in the back.
"Oh I'm doing great", Sestein said, before gutting a couple of Haflans.
"I didn't ask", Lepwiz stated, while parrying a Trol attack
"I know!", Sestein yelled, while shooting a Trol in the head and reversing his power sword through it on the way down. "And before you ask", he added," if you attempt to even order a retreat your day will get much worse."
Lepwiz was about to say something when suddenly a horn sounded. In an instant all of the fighting stopped as the Trols turned to look at their palisades and as the Troopers caught their breath. The trebuchet fired again but, instead of aiming for the Empire's lines, it went in the complete opposite direction.
"DA FERT!", one of the Trols yelled, "BAK TO DA FERT!"
And in one accord all of the Trols, Ohgores, and Haflans ran back to their lines and joined the distant sounds of battle. Had the Empirical troops not been so surprised by what had just happened they may have shot some of them.
After a long silence Lepwiz finally asked, "what was that?"
"Who knows", a trooper, who turned out to be Frenered, "maybe it's tea time?"
Last edited by jaggedjaw; 09-16-11 at 09:17 PM.