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So, here we now have our Departmento Minostorum approved banner for the 222nd Catachan Regiment.

There's about forty dozen different versions on my gallery page because it was being annoying and stupid. Servitors will be shot for this.

Pink?

It's purple! ...I guess I can do a pink one for the Wrath...

nice banner though for a moment I thought he had a toothbrush in his mouth


add a motto, like: "ever collecting hats."

Banner ahoy! But I'm not sure about the pinkish purple though... Or is that just me?

It's purple! Our colours are green and purple.

This is pink (and for the Wrath)

uhh... it seems I was spelling Bax's name wrong, oops

Make the 'purple' darker...

Can I just mention again that the flag was approved..? If the Marshall wants me to change it, I will.

Fair enough.
The Wraths flag might make them a bigger target...

Goddard wrote:I'm the other Jenkins. : P

Technically I'm the other Jenkins as I joined second, but as we all know, all Jenkins' are equal

I am finishing up the 10th chapter.

I have hopefully made it long enough not to be torn apart by a mob of angry dakkaites.

I didn't get started till three this after noon (It is 7:41 PM here)
because I have been (and still am) reading 'semper victoria' on fanfic.net (one of the few decent stories there)


Warning: this chapter's end will look incredibly bleak but never fear! there is still hope yet

(that and it is a game in Britain that decides our heroes' (plural) fate!)

It is an approved banner,as that is the purple on your guys uniforms 1/ i like that purple, 2/ i have copious amounts of it somehow

As the troopers advanced down the hallway with a bent-legged shuffle that seemed vaguely insect like, Nate let his gaze sweep down hallways and corridor junctions as they passed them.

When they reached a tank service yard the size of a city block that was littered with junk, Bax raised a hand for them to stop.

“I can hear some sort of arguing going on in there.” Said Bax.

Russki flicked of his rifle's safety. “That means orks.” he said

"We-eel..." this was from Jenkins.

Bax turned to Nate “Nate?”

Looking up from the stubber Nate started

“Yeah?”

“Get up onto the third tier and give us some overwatch, the rest of you, come with me.”




Ok folks I am going to try to see how changing POVs works




Russki clambered over the wreckage noisily, wondering how many tanks there were out of commission.
The possible answers did not help his mood.
As he began to climb over a trackless chimera, Nate’s stubber began to bark. ‘What the hell?’ He thought and visually followed the machinegun’s line of sight from its 3rd story balcony to where it was pointed, several hundred yards away.

Lifting the scoped autogun to his shoulder he scanned the wreckage from atop the derelict tank.
A cry rent the air "WAAAAAAAGGGHH!!!!!!!"


Between sixteen and 20 orks leaped up and sprayed fire into the derelicts with astounding inaccuracy. Nate’s heavy stubber opened up again and three of them tumbled back behind their makeshift barricade in pieces. The loud clapping of bax’s pistol combined with the dull thuds of Jenkins’ bolter soon joined the fray.


Taking a deep breath, Russki sighted an ork ‘runtherda’ that was howling at the diminutive Gretchin. Urging them to set up a pair of heavy bolters and a zzap cannon. Letting out said breath, Russki pulled the trigger. The first burst grazed the ork’s right ear and it’s head snapped up, searching for what had fired at it.

Seeing Russki, it let out a feral bellow, and raising its ‘slugga’ in one hand it began firing.
The bullets connected with the half full gas tank below the soldier’s feet.
Normally, inert projectiles would do nothing, but the ork had crammed several bolt rounds into the magazine too.
Russki’s world went up in a pillar of noise and flame.




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As Russki slammed into a sentinel walker that was missing its dashboard, his rifle flew out of his grip.
Wildly grabbing the shotgun, the trooper stood up and charged forward while his hearing gradually returned. Arriving at the runtherd’s position he racked the mechanism, and leveled it at the xeno, and pulling the trigger.
The weapon churned the green chest into a bloody hole with scraps of organs lining it and a few ribs sticking out at odd angles.

The ork, a surprised look on its face keeled over backwards.
Russki was about to congratulate himself when several bullets slammed into his arm and chestplate respectively, sending him flying a good five meters.

As russki lay against a partially completed Leman Russ tank, he gasped for air desperately trying to fill his winded lungs
He lay still as the zzap cannon fired, and Nate’s position was blown to pieces, as Jenkins was flung like a ragdoll from a granade at his feet, and as bax lopped off the head of a charging ork, only to be slammed in the face by the butt of a choppa, And crash to the ground.
The last thing he heard was a low mechanical rumble, the sound of crunching metal, an explosion of onrushing air and an intense heat.
Then all faded to blackness.

The flag looks pretty cool,but it sure reminds me of the jamaican flag.

this was my most intense chapter yet

waddya think?

Did Russki die?! D:

no he's just unconitous

for now...

I found this Gretchen and i have a driver... Someone get the video camera.

But... Then Russki cannot take Gretchin prisoner and keep them as pets? :(
Nor can he beat up one ork with another ork's dead body? :(
Nor can he dance upon the dead orks? :(
Nor can he feed Squigs to our Commissar? :(

loner wrote:But... Then he cannot take Gretchin prisoner and keep them as pets? :(
Nor can he beat up one ork with another ork's dead body? :(
Nor can he dance upon the dead orks? :(
Nor can he feed Squigs to our Commissar? :(

I sliced to the left and hit a tree don't worry its unconscious but alive.

can who?

btw I plan on adding varrick and the other jenkins' soon

CadianCommander wrote:Tankers can write now?

Luna Pintus: Snipers can shoot now? Of course we Tankers can write!

Hey all I have decided to name the chapters now


the next will be:

11: hell's angles

btw I use music to inspire my writing

the inspiration for chapter 10 was:

Laureena Mckennitt's 'the Bonny Swans'

shingouki wrote:The flag looks pretty cool,but it sure reminds me of the jamaican flag.

It does remind me of the Jamacian flag too.

with the amount of 'special lho sticks' that are going around, we may aswell be!

There's pretty much no example of a Catachan flag that I could find after looking for a straight week or so, what I could tell from the Catachan flag bearer was the Cadian flag with a skull and laurels instead. So I used the Cadian design as a base, put in a skull with bowie knife and laurels instead of the Cadian Gate, and changed it to the 222nd's colours of Green and Purple.

Our colours are green and purple?
Go figure...