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After an extended leave of absence from writing large blocks of fluff, I have returned.
This latest post contains the backround for the multiple armies that will (one day) comprise my force, the 7th Ghost Division.
The name is a tribute to one of the greatest commanders of all time, Erwin Rommel, and a number of the named characters for my tanks
will have German names to pay tribute to my German ancestry.

This post will center on my infantry force, the 667th Chairo Armored Scout.

Sergeant Logan Clyde gripped the sides of the drop harness tightly as he felt his body go weightless.
Over the intercom, he heard the pilots voice.

"We're disengaged! Prepare for drop! Enter ready positions!"

His hands had gone numb, and his knuckles stood out as white as new fallen snow from Home.
He forced himself to calm down, as he heard the squel of metal on metal, the dropship sliding down the exit ramp.

His breathing quickened, and he forced it to slow. He looked around at the portion of the regiment that had been dropped alongside him.
Men and women, no, boys and girls really, they were going into their first drop. The rest of the regiment would follow shortly after they made planetfall and
secured a staging point.

He thought back to the briefing to calm his mind as the dropship suddenly was buffeted as it left the larger transport.

"For the most part, the planet has been retaken, as can be seen from these orbital images of the main enemy disposition. They have however, retreated to secure
isand fortresses in the polar regions. Our objective, is to land in the southern most continent and secure a foothold for the rest of the army group to launch an
assault on these island chains here."
Griggs said as he outlined on the holomap positions.

"The first group to make planetfall will be Mike Company, with main field command resting with Captain von Hoffman.
Individual objectives are being handed out by my aides, as well as data slates with local geography. Learn them well."
Griggs finished, and left the conferance room.

All the members of the OfficerKorps waited for their assignments before leaving. Few gave any notice to the lower ranked members, such as the
sergeants. Von Hoffman made his way over to the group of footslogger leaders.

"I wish you all well Gentlemen and Women. I hope to see you on the field."
He snapped off a salute to them, and then the sign of the Aquila.

Such a display of comradeship was unheard of for a senior officer to the Junior leaders.

He walked off before anyone could respond.

Logan snapped back to the present. He heard his troops screaming and crying.

The lander hit the ground with a thunderous boom.

Make or break time. Logan though as he unhooked himself.

I will write some more later.

intrigued is all i can say atm

Logan took up his pistol and chainsword from their dockings.

"LET'S MOVE IT PEOPLE! I HAVE A VERY IMPORTANT DINNER TONIGHT AND DON'T WNAT TO MAKE THE MISSUS WAIT!!" He screamed.

The troops heard the bellow of the sergeant, and suddenly became energised. They unstrapped, helping others who'd become tangled in their webbing.

"Get these footsloggers out Sergeant! Taking heavy fire!" the pilot screamed over the intercom.

Logan walked towards the exit ramp, and smacked the emergency release lever. The ramp fell back as the bolts fired outward.

Without checking to see if his troops were following, Logan charged the LZ.

Immediately fire traced after him, and him alone. Logan dove behind a jumble of boulders, and saw his troops cowering in the hold.

"If you don't get out here right now, I will make you get out." He voxed.

They stayed put. He unhooked a grenade form his belt, and pulled the pin. He tossed it, the arc high, and it landed right behind the mob of troops.
They rushed out in unison, the flying shrapnel taking a few troops, who quickly got back up.

They ran towards the only available cover as the lander lifted off. Another lage shadow took it's place as another dropped down, disgorging another squad.
With no incoming fire towards them, they were more then happy to exit.

Logan scanned the battlefield. 150 meters ahead lay a complex of partially hidden bunkers.
He issued the order to assualt.

"Take that damned complex or I'll shove my sword so far up your collective backsides you're children will have serrated teeth!". He waved them forward, making sure they followed this time.
When they did, he quickly overtook them, firing his pistol once he was in range.

The bang of his bolt pistol was different from the snap crack of his troopers lasguns.

From trenches in front of the bunkers, enemy squads emerged, rushing into close combat.

Snarling like an animal, Logan broguht the chainsword in a horizontal swipe across the throat of an enemy trooper. His head fell down, and Logan fired two bolts into another two emerging from the trench.
He jumped down, his heavy boots bringing a blue armored trooper to the ground. He drooped his knee, and heard the mans nose break underneath the impact.

"Die." He said. He placed the muzzle of the pistol on the amns left eye and squeezed the trigger. He rolled, and a shovel missed his shoulder.
Logan swung his chainsword, the teeth tearing through the enemies ankles.

The enemy dropped, screaming, blood shooting from his stumps. Logan stomped on his throat and fired down the left side of the trench. Advancing troops were cut down from this new threat within their trenches.
He heard a thump, and smiled as he realized his squad had finally caught up.

Someone was firing down the trench on full auto, and bodies dropped, torn open y fire from multiple sources.

Logan dropped after the brutal fighting stopped, reloading his bolt pistol.

"How many loses?" He questioned his vox officer, Weber.

"Three sir. Orders?" he replied.

"We take that damn bunker before anybody else can. Affix bayonets boys!" He shouted.

Before anybody could comply, Logan was off and running. He screamed as he did so, firing into the slit that was cut into the ferrocrete building for the heavy stubber.

He slamemd bodily into the door, and brought his foot down on the doors handle, breaking it off. He tossed a grenade in, waiting for his squad.

That was FTW

Logan entered the building, the dust floating lazily in the rair.
He fired at figures that were trying to pick themselves up from the blast.
He reloaded his magazine, cocking the bolt pistol once he had executed the rebels who had occupied the bunker.


There were two doors leading to other rooms.
He signalled his squad to take care of the celarance.

He crouched down, and Weber joined him.

"Signal command. Objective Alpha Kilo Five has been taken. Advised, enemy presence is light, awaiting further objectives." He commanded.
He heard the sound of full auto las-fire from the other rooms. After a moment, his squad voxed back to him.

"Room cleared."

"Sir, Marshal Rommel on the line, requesting to speak with you." Weber alerted to him.
He took the speech horn, cleared his throat, and spoke.

"Sergeant Logan Clyde sir. orders?"
"Plant some traps in the bunker complex, then fall back to the forest west of your position. Intelligence believes the enemy is going to execute a counter attack.
Keep your men alert." The Marshal spoke. he disconnected the link before Logan had a chance to reply.

Logan triggered his micro bead, and passed the order off to his squad.

Logan knelt before the heavy stubber. He squeezed the trigger, aiming it harmlessly downward.
After he had expanded some ammounition, he opened the ammo box. He took out a portion of the belt, and stashed a grenade in the bottom of it. He put the belt back over to hide, but not before
tieing a string to the trigger. A nice surprise for the returning filth.

He and his squad retreated five minutes later.

Only five losses had been totaled in their first drop zone. He didn't know if that was good or bad.

The snow crunched underneath their feet as they ran towards the pine forest. When the entered the treeline, he laughed.

Weber looked at him quizically.

"Smells like home." He said. He leaned his hand against the tree. It came back sappy.
"Even feels like it too." He smiled.

They settled into cover. Logan pulled his blanket over him, tosing some snow over his shoulders to further camoflage him.

Weber, who was lying next to him, passed the speech horn to him.

"Sergeant, keep your men in position. When the enemy launches their counterattack, I want you to lead a counter attack of our own.
Allow them to occupy the bunker and trench complex. Two of the units that have landed and taken shelter in the ruins of the village to the west will launch an attack.
Your mission is to circle around the back-"

"And cut off any lines of retreat, but also to storm the complex from the rear as well?" He finished.

"Yes Sergeant. And don't interrupt me again."

Logan handed the speech horn back.

The first drop zone was proving to be alot more challenging then he wanted to let on. He'd done pretty well so far, but inside, he was scared for his life.

Definite skill, good sir.