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Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.

When this particular saga is finished, i assume with the end of this prophecy, i will copy it on a word document and archive it on our threads too

and credit you fully ofc.

Many thanks.

Always nice to read about our exploits. Who knows, maybe one day I'll be as famous as Commander Dante himself.

Only if Tazz doesn't kill you first

Got our priorities right

Next battle, the stakes will be higher. any unit that is entirely killed will die on a 6, or be injured on a 5

:0

This is shaping up quite nicely, thought I might jump in and through up a little personal log, sometimes its nice to see things from the bottom of the pyramid. I'll keep this going unless I end up official KIA, but we don't that now do we? :p will have more to add once Pvt.Jenkins has actually seen some action :p

EYES ONLY - 000-Marshall Larkin
An extract from the personal logs of 059-Pvt.J.P.Jenkins.
These notes are entered into this log in accordance with Imperial Administratum personal soldier activity log 7 0 8 5.




I’ve been asked by the sergeant to keep a log of everything I think and do, something to do with ‘improving the way we think’. Complete crap if you ask me, but an orders and order – all the way from the top, or so they tell me.

I still can't sleep, the sound of the engines is driving me crazy. I wasn’t expecting five stars, but a couple of ear plugs wouldn’t go a miss. It's been such a haze, one day you are minding your own business and the next you are on your way to protect the galaxy in the name of the emperor. It truly is hard to comprehend.

I haven’t had much time to get to know my squad yet, they seem quite distant, but war does that to you I guess. I had the pleasure of meeting another private being drafted in to the same squad as me, Private Jenkins! What are the chances? in my squad no less! I guess the galaxy isn’t that big after all, let’s just hope this doesn’t cause any problems for us in the way of orders, at least we don’t look the same! That would be a real nightmare.

I’ve heard the stories of the company’s prior engagement, they took on the green tide and came out smiling, a couple of the tank commanders wouldn’t shut up about it on the way over, didn’t catch their names butt apparently they ‘coulda done it with their eyes closed and a hand tied behind their back’! i’ll have to find out the whole story later however, I’ve heard we are due for our next engagement in less than two weeks time. I don’t know where we are going yet, but I’m frontline, and that means if I ain’t worth my salt, I ain’t coming home.

I’m ready for death, but not ready to die. Not until I beat the life out of as many enemies as I can get my hands on


For the Emperor

That's awesome, plastic.

Plastic wrote:This is shaping up quite nicely, thought I might jump in and through up a little personal log, sometimes its nice to see things from the bottom of the pyramid. I'll keep this going unless I end up official KIA, but we don't that now do we? :p will have more to add once Pvt.Jenkins has actually seen some action :p

EYES ONLY - 000-Marshall Larkin
An extract from the personal logs of 059-Pvt.J.P.Jenkins.
These notes are entered into this log in accordance with Imperial Administratum personal soldier activity log 7 0 8 5.




I’ve been asked by the sergeant to keep a log of everything I think and do, something to do with ‘improving the way we think’. Complete crap if you ask me, but an orders and order – all the way from the top, or so they tell me.

I still can't sleep, the sound of the engines is driving me crazy. I wasn’t expecting five stars, but a couple of ear plugs wouldn’t go a miss. It's been such a haze, one day you are minding your own business and the next you are on your way to protect the galaxy in the name of the emperor. It truly is hard to comprehend.

I haven’t had much time to get to know my squad yet, they seem quite distant, but war does that to you I guess. I had the pleasure of meeting another private being drafted in to the same squad as me, Private Jenkins! What are the chances? in my squad no less! I guess the galaxy isn’t that big after all, let’s just hope this doesn’t cause any problems for us in the way of orders, at least we don’t look the same! That would be a real nightmare.

I’ve heard the stories of the company’s prior engagement, they took on the green tide and came out smiling, a couple of the tank commanders wouldn’t shut up about it on the way over, didn’t catch their names butt apparently they ‘coulda done it with their eyes closed and a hand tied behind their back’! i’ll have to find out the whole story later however, I’ve heard we are due for our next engagement in less than two weeks time. I don’t know where we are going yet, but I’m frontline, and that means if I ain’t worth my salt, I ain’t coming home.

I’m ready for death, but not ready to die. Not until I beat the life out of as many enemies as I can get my hands on


For the Emperor

This is good, but make sure you double checked it with purple0 it is his thread and his story

Someone said my name?
The diary things is nice, but we'll need to make sure it fits with what the story says...
Whack me a PM Plastic

Commissar Wasabi scurried down the maintenance duct as he followed trooper Icarban in front of him. A faint light permeated the duct and allowed a faint shadow to linger on everything, like an unwelcome and unwholesome stain. His vox bead chirped as Captain Rahem issued an order to halt at a junction they had just arrived in and summoned his sergeants to the front. As a Commissar Wasabi has Commissariat override codes allowing him to listen in on every transmission he cared to keep track of, right now he was patched into the company command network. Wasabi slipped past Icarban and made his way to the captain and his command squad where they were discussing their options.

"We shouldn't split up" Sergeant Marshal protested "The Orks can overwhelm us easily if we do that"

"We don't have a choice sergeant" Rahem said sternly "There are three passages we have to block and we don't have the time to block them off"

"We can take them if we make good use of the element of surprise" Sergeant Murray said confidently, he held a large pump action shotgun slung from a shoulder strap, a vicious looking knife slung at his waist completed the image of a Catachan sergeant.

"Agreed" Sergeant Hatchet said "We still have the flamers, we can toast those green fraggers before they even know we are here"

"Commissar" Rahem said, noticing his appearance "What is your opinion?"

"It doesn't matter Captain, we have to block these passages, to do otherwise is a gross dereliction of our duty to the Emperor"

Rahem nodded and made the sign of the Aquila, the sergeants followed suit.

"Okay, we split up but we stay in contact at all times, if you're about to be overrun fall back and try to hold them off further down the passage" Rahem said, confidently "We can break these greenies with minimal casualties but only if we stay cool" the sergeants nodded in agreement "Commissar, go with Murray's squad, you are to hold the passage leading to the Enginarium, they haven't hit there yet but if any get through it could be the end of all of us, myself and Sergeant Hatchet will take the passage leading to the lifts up to the Bridge, and Marshal's squad will stop them from heading down to the storage bay"

They all nodded and returned to their squads. Wasabi followed Murray back to his squad who had formed a small clump of bodies in the tightly packed junction. They raised their heads as Murray approached and their gaze visibly shifted as they took in the Commissar.

"Okay" Whispered Murray "We are holding the passage to the Enginarium, it is vital nothing gets past, if something does the Orks could blow us all to the Warp"

"Why will they be coming down this passage again Sarge?" A trooper named Mazzafero said, his voice was raspy from a large and vividly red scar that ran across his throat.

"Alpha platoon are going to lure the Orks into a kill-zone, once we manage that they are going to be pinned down, then we come up behind them and start shooting to finish off any survivors, we are also going to be holding the passages to stop anything that tries to run"

"Exactly" Murray said "So shut up and stop asking stupid questions, the Guard doesn't ask why it just does"

"I do things too" Icarban said with a wink, Murray reach over and smacked him in the side of the head

"Shut up Icarban, there is a time and a place for that"

Icarban opened his mouth to make another joke but a glare from Wasabi stopped him "Yes sergeant"

"Right then, Lonecoon, Guererro you're on point, we're heading down the pasage to the left" the assigned troopers hefted their weapons, an autorifle and a flamer respectively and moved to the mouth of the passage. "Razputain, Leok you're the rearguard, we don't want any greenies getting the drop on us in here" They nodded and flicked the safties off on their weapons "Everyone else fall in and move out"


"Hurry up, Schrute!" Tazz yelled "They're coming!" he looked down the corridor to the wall of green approaching them. The passage was huge, large enough to fit three leman russ tanks side by side with ease, it stretched 10 metres above their heads. The passage was built to be a pathway for armoured vehicles from the bays to the hangars. The hangers had been breached and as the gunners snuck past the Orks inside they were seen and pursued until they had reached the gigantic blast doors. They had found a smaller human sized door set to the side of the main doors.

Schrute was attempting to convince the machine spirit to let them in but they were running out of time.

"Almost their Taz, almost there"

"Come on!" Tazz said again, he looked round again and saw Sam and Giles charge their power mauls to full power before throwing them as far as they could at the leading Orks. Sam's maul hit the head of an Ork boy exploding it's head through the mauls powerful discharge, Giles' maul punched into the arm of the biggest Ork there and it bounced away leaving the Ork with a scorch mark. The Ork roared and re-doubled its speed.

"Got it!" Schrute said, his voice filled with relief

Sam and Giles sprinted through the door, quickly followed by Schrute and Tazz who stopped to hit the close rune on the doors mechanism, before destroying it with his maul and running through himself.

The tank bay was covered in blood and echoing with the raucous cries of Orks as they tried to jump onto the tanks of the Catachan 222nd. The tanks were not the only vehicles on the bay however, 4 sentinels danced about the bay using their heavy flamers to devastating effect everytime the orks gathered. The 'Marshall's Wrath' had popped its comand hatch and Sergeant Sigmund has using the pintle mount to cover the sentinels. An ork burna boy tried to toast him but Schrute raised his autopistol and put a slug through his head.
Sigmund turned in surprise and spotted the gunners, he waved them over frantically his voice lost over the din, the gunners started to run to the tanks, they just had to get past the orks and the gouts of fire from the sentinels first.


Wasabi crawled forwards following Sergeant Murray. The tunnel they had taken was tiny and the squad could barely crawl through it. The tunnels was lit by the ever-present light of the glow strips set into the metallic walls. They crawled in silence for what seemed like eternity but when Wasabi checked his timepiece it was only a few minutes. Then Murray stopped crawling and Wasabi heard Guerrero over the vox

"We're here"

Now all they had to do was wait.


Tazz sprinted past an ork holding a vicious choppa the ork began to chase him but Sigmund blasted him with the heavy stubber blasting the ork into chunks. Schrute killed another ork with his pistol and dodged a blow from a second ork before shooting it in the head and sprinting on. Giles and Sam didn't even bother fighting, having thrown their mauls at the horde they ran past the orks dodging and ducking the blows directed at them. Tazz made it to the Wrath and from its armoured hull he leaped onto the Catachan Bell sliding past Sergeant Arkanian and into the gunner's seat, it felt like an old friend. Schrute climbed onto the Wrath and into its armoured hull, he began priming the weapons but didn't fire, at this range the shells would kill more than just orks.
Sam and Giles made it to their tanks under cover of the pintle mounts.

Tazz pulled his headset on and was greeted by a stream of shouts and calls from the various sentinel pilots as the co-ordinated the fiery dance outside. Tazz shook his head, the sentinel pilots were crazier than most members of the regiment, apart from the snipers, they were simply psychopathic. Uhtred gunned the engine and the tank began moving crushing an unfortunate ork who was paying too much attention to a sentinel to notice the tank.

"Wooha!" Arkanian yelled over the vox "The Catachan Devils are back together and kicking greenie arse"

"I hear that Ark" Sigmund said

"After we finish these up what do we do?" Haze interjected

"There's a massive horde of them on the other side of those blast doors" Tazz said

"So, we open the blast doors and rip those bastards a new one?" Seric said

"I'm good with that" said Giles

"Looks like we have a plan boys, i'll get the sentinels to open up the doors and stand back, this is a job for tanks" Arkanian said descisively

The last ork fell to the metal claw of a sentinel with the name 'Frankie' stenciled on the side. As he did another sentinel walked across the bay to the blast doors and the knees bent, lowring the cockpit and allowing the pilot to jump out. The pilot leapt out activated the door mechanism and lept back into his sentinel starting it up and joining his fellows behind the line of tanks. The door umbled open and a sea of orks were greated with the flash of heavy bolters and the booming of their main guns...


[I'll finish the rest later on, i'm a touch too drunk to do anymore, which says more about this new cider than it does about me... i think]

amazing.

I like the ending.

darksage wrote:I like the ending.

Because it ends or because it is all cinematic-ish?

I imagin because of the cinematic ness of it, i can imagine them using some sort of low density explosives or low power frag rounds that work in space

Well, I liked the whole thing. I liked how you said you were to drunk to finish it lol.

Stoned Astartes=beast.

Sethoroth Massivemune wrote:Stoned Astartes=beast.

If by Stoned Astartes you mean coolyo294 then yes, you are correct.

coolyo294 wrote:

Sethoroth Massivemune wrote:Stoned Astartes=beast.

If by Stoned Astartes you mean coolyo294 then yes, you are correct.

Clearly he means Purplefood

clearly he means hlaine.larkin -Loads bolt pistol-

any questions?

No, sir!

Personally I liked the drunk bit.

Great story so far, like others have said, it sounds very cinematic. Keep it up!

Needs moar updates.

Shush you.
It'll be done when it's done.

Anyone attempting to rush the adjutant will be court marshalled (see what i did there?) for insubordination.

hlaine.larkin wrote:Anyone attempting to rush the adjutant will be court marshalled (see what i did there?) for insubordination.

No Marshall..what did you do? ...: D

even a tanker can't be that stupid