hm, i think ill write one story about AT and one about Driver and you can choose? How about that.
Here is AT and driver will come soon.
Brother-Scout Septimus regained his consciousness near a crater where an explosion had knocked him out. He jumped to his feet, picking up his shotgun. Almost immediately after getting up a bullet whizzed past his head. He swore to himself, he had already forgotten one of Brother-Sergeant Gerrick’s biggest lessons. Always make a small target. Standing up will cost your life. He remembered. Crouching into a combat stance, he activated his vox, saying, “Brother-Sergeant Gerrick, Brother Septimus reporting sir!” “You lived. Good.” Was his eventual answer, “Rendezvous 4 miles from your position. “
“Yessir!” Septimus sprinted, his newly enhanced skeleton launching him forward in long strides. He had recently been given this implant, and yet he had gotten shot twice this same battle without more than an agonizing wince. Still he knew a shot to the head would be fatal, especially without a helmet. He quickly covered most of the distance still sprinting but he soon tired and was reduced to a combat jog. Bullets flew past him on all directions, but Septimus ignored them. It was one of his greatest traits, his ability to stay calm despite thousands of creatures trying to kill him. He heard something and looked above him. He jumped back just in time as blood crazed orks with crude rockets strapped to their backs. They shot their pistols at him and raised their choppas. Septimus quickly set a slug or two in each their heads and wiping the blood from his face, he continued. He quickly regained his energy and started running once again. He checked his ammo, his had no more than four shots, he would have to scavenge what he could. There was a dead battle-brother a few yards off. Septimus ran up and picked up his weapon. A melta gun. He took a second to test out the buttons and triggers. He picked up the battle brother’s ammo and got on his way again. In the distance he saw the scouts, the smoke as a missile launcher was fired, then a scout would load another missile in. Septimus hurried to, he received a rough greeting from the sergeant. “I see you join us once again to purge the enemies of the Emperor brother-scout,” then he tapped the scout with the missile launcher on the shoulder, directing him at his targets, this time an ork dreadnought. A krak round was loaded in and fired, the dreadnought stumbled backwards, crushing a dozen gretchins.
Brother-Sergeant Gerrick put a finger onto his earpiece, listening to whatever orders he was receiving. “Squad we are needed at the front,” he gestured to Septimus, “I see you have acquired a melta gun. Do you know how to use it? Very well, you are to disable their dreadnought, aim at the legs, dreadnoughts can’t stand on half melted legs.” And with that they moved off. Septimus, being the least experienced in the squad, gulped. As they got closer, the dreadnought got bigger. Up close it looked huge. The scouts around him raised their chainswords, willing to protect Septimus so he could take out the giant war-machine. The orks pounced on them as soon as they neared. The scouts fought bravely but they had no chance against these bloodthirsty beasts. One by one the scouts died until only Septimus and Brother-Sergeant Gerrick remained.
“Ha! You have done well Brother-Scout, but let a veteran show how it’s really done!” Brother-Sergeant Gerrick said and he jumped into the fray, he fought bravely, taking out ork after ork until one gave an underhanded blow to Gerrick and lopped off his head. Septimus was enraged, he threw his body into the mass of orks, spraying pyrum-petrol into the orks. They screamed as they were reduced to bubbling slag. Suddenly he was knocked off his feet by a tremendous force, he managed to hang on to his weapon though and had already started to fire again at the orks closing in on him. Then he swallowed his tongue, there standing above him, was the orkish dreadnought. Aim for the legs. He thought, immediately firing the deadly contents of his melta gun. The dreadnought fell as his foot disappeared into the hot pool of molten chemicals. He rolled over just in time as the dreadnought landed not two inches away from his shoulder. There was an explosion and Septimus was smashed into the side of the dreadnought, making his eyes roll inside his head for the second time that day. His only thought was, No.
