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lovelife and enough hobbytime to write, model and play...

Ah yes, but the recent turn of events also have a say in that. I bought a guitar, and I'm learning to play it. It's fun. I might get a band started when I'm better at it.

Now, let me concentrate at thinking how I would continue the story. I haven't realy thought of that yet.

*keeps quiet*

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Suddenly there was a loud explosion, followed by an incoming vox message from Jethro's swift-boat.

"Death Race for Swamp Raider, The orks got Swifty. They managed to hit it with an RPG. The boat's sinking, though not all the men are dead. I can see three, no wait, four survivors. I Don't see Quinten though. We'll just assume he's gone."

"Bastards!" Dukkas swore. "What are they doing now, where have they been hit?"

" They're just ten meters off the docks, and they're heading for it." Jethro replied.We finished our attack run, and we're coming in for a landing, over."

The vox went dead.

"Great, more KIA's." Mohane cursed.

Dukkas chose not to reply, and opted to head for the big hut two blocks away. The gun fire ceased somewhat, the orks are definatly recovering from this sudden blast. Dukkas was sure most of the Orks didn't know yet there were guardsmen inside their settlement. The small squad ducked behind cover as they saw and heard a medium sized ork mod heading down the street towards the docks. Dukkas, Mohane, Lasong and Pulver hid behind rusty barrels, out of sight of the approaching orks. By now, Jethro should have landed his squad on the docks, and they should be minutes behind Dukkas' squad. There were 12 orks in total just a couple of meters ahead of them. It all went well, Dukkas wanted to wait and regroup with Tehro and go after these orks, but suddenly Pulver, in a fit of rage, got to his feet, cursed colorfully, and fired his grenade launcher. In one blast, three orks disappeared in a mist of blood. The tight streets worked in favor of blast weapons, so Dukkas though they would manage after all. The other three members got up and took up fire on the unsuspecting orks. Two more orks went down with the combined strength of of the three other men. Pulver dropped as he was hit in the shoulder. He went down screaming, the solid round had shattered his left shoulder. Pulver clasped his shoulder with his right hand and continued screaming.

"Oh Vrek it!" Dukkas swore and dropped next to Pulver. There was nothing he could do for Pulver at the moment, the approaching orks were far more important to deal with first. He swung his lasgun around his back, and picked up Pulver's Grenade Launcher and scavenged his ammo bag. Dukkas quickly reloaded the Ousian Pattern Grenade Launcher and fired another shot, resulting in a mist of blood as another two orks were riddled by the shrapnel. Mohane's shotgun blasted, Lasong's lasgun cracked and Dukkas folded the Grenade launcher open as he put another round in. The orks were almost on top of them, so Dukkas abandoned the use f the laucher and got out his machette. Pulver's screaming grew louder, and Dukkas accepted the fact he was likely to die today as suddenly the remaining orks were engulfed by flame. Jethro's squad had appeared faster then Dukkas had thought possible. The orks writhed as flame peeled their skin off. Jethro's Flamethrower operator squirted another burst of flame towards the orks and las-beams stuck out. The last orks finally died down. Just like Pulver's screams. Dukkas bent down over the ruined man, and closed his eyes with his fingers. Pulver wasn't just another dead squad member to Dukkas, it was his friend. He deserved respect. Getting up, he grabbed the grenade launcher again, and swung the ammo bag with the remaining grenades over his shoulder.

"Dukkas, You're still alive." Jethro said. "I thought you lot were goners."

"Obviously we ain't. " Dukkas spat.

"I left three men behind with the boats, Quinten's men should be at the docks now. We must guard our boats well, Dukkas."

"Can we just go after the big melon-fether now? "

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Spleee explosions!!!
*cough* Anyway, glad to see the next part of your story.

good part, tho i have to say pulvers tragic death was somehow deserved...this was not needed to happen in that way....his fault really...

Thanks for the feedback.

Yeah it was his own fault. But I think this way it's more dramatic. I could have also gotten rid of him because of a stray round hit Pulver in the neck while he was in cover. But this way, it's cooler.

totally second that^^ and it is a very good lesson for the rest of the dukkas squad!

I got to some thinking, and I decided to not post any further parts. This short story will be the first chapter for my novel.

I'll work on the first four parts I've already done, you know, work on continueity, fluently, and that sort of stuff.

Sorry to withhold you the last two parts.