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Moving thread to Chain Fiction.

No one wants to add a new part? :(

lol I am waiting for someone to rescue my butt

Wardragoon wrote:lol I am waiting for someone to rescue my butt

And I'm hoping someone will, so we can add new parts...

I can't do it, I'm kind of in my own predicament right now, I need someone else to solve your proplem before I'm going to move with my side of the story.

Lyzin Locrian wrote:I can't do it, I'm kind of in my own predicament right now, I need someone else to solve your proplem before I'm going to move with my side of the story.

Ya, haha trying to regroup with ya XD

Dane came racing down the road, the full ignitiant in his tanks splashing loudly in the tanks as he came across the destroyed tanks and hid behind one. Looking down the road he could see men standing by. The destroyed Leman Russ was recent, so he crept along the outer side of the tanks, hoping to get a good roast of an unsuspecting enemy, none other than chaos it's self. Taking a fast peek from around the tank the men were standing a ways infront of, Dane notices they were wearing the same uniform and cautiously walked forward. He saw a ranking officer standing just in a group of cheering men, ordering some to move out, ork corpses around a certain area. Dane cleared his throat and came to attention only refined by a Mordian him self. "Sir! Private Estey reporting for duty, Sir!" Staying at attention Dane examined everything his new officer was about to do.

(Wait is this my part? Because no one has blown the tank up yet, unless we want to say the Emperor did it, which I am fine with since it would advance the story)

New part:
Detlev Vordon saw that a Leman Russ was keeping several of his soldiers pinned down, near the old warehouse. Quickly he ordered a group of Rough Riders to go after that tank.
The commander of the Rough Riders gave just a nod and then went towards the looted Leman Russ.

The little group galloped towards the Leman Russ, when one of the gunners opened fire on them. One soldier was shot off his mount, while another one just fell down. Yet the brave soldiers kept going forward. One soldier and his ride were riddled with bullets, but the sergeant and another trooper kept pushing forward. Quickly they circled around the Leman Russ, placing magnetic bombs on the rear. Then they rode away as fast as they could…
The hostile tank exploded and several men who had been pinned down, proceeded towards their objective. Some of the green scum, dropped their weapons and ran away…

This attack was going very good! The Batavirans just needed to push a little bit more and then the Orks would flee. “Come on! We almost got them!” Detlev roared.

Sergeant Taveth heard the blast as the Leman Russ that had pinned down the remnants of his squad exploded. Hearing Detlev Vordon shout "Come on! We almost got them!" Sergeant Taveth shouted back"Help Demitrix!!, my boys will push on" As Detlev rode on he saw a man run behind the tank for cover. "Come on out"telled Taveth as he approached the shell of the tank"It's all clear, Private Lebowski, pick through the bodies and pick up the Vox unit". When the man came out he saw it was the Hero of Coravax II, "Private we could use someone like you in the squad for right now"

As he got to the side of the shattered tank he saw a Power Klaw amongst the wreckage. Grabbing it he realized that if they ran across another tank they would need this. If his commissar had seen him grab this he may well have shot him for using Xeno Tech. With Power klaw in hand he called his men and Dane over."alright men, we can break the Orkish advance, now lets kill the greenskins!!!!!!!"

And now it is time for another incredably long part from yours truely.

Demitrix raised Purge above his head and brought it crashing down onto the face of the ork, the ork's head turned into a goey paste as Purge ripped through it. Demitrix was kicked from behind and fell to the ground, an ork was poised to kill him with its choppa when it flew out of its hands, struck by a well-aimed shot from one of Demitrix's men. Demitrix grinned, thanking the man who had just saved his life, and promising to buy him a drink when they returned to camp. As he rose to his feet he brought up his plasma pistol and vaporised the ork in front of him, another came rushing towards him, its choppa raised above its head. Demitrix swiftly side stepped the charging beast and swept purge backwards, severing both of the orks legs and sending it toppling to the ground. He moved forward, letting his men claim the kill on the fallen ork. He killed two more orks with his pistol, and then something odd happened. The orks began to back away, smiling as if they knew something that he didn't. He would not let them escape, he stepped forward to pursue them, then he saw it, a huge ork, clutching a massive two headed axe was making its way through the mob, its gaze was fixed directly unto Demitrix. Demitrix knew what it was, it was the ork warboss, come to join in on the fight. It stood in front of its followers, daring him to advance. Demitrix's men stood behind him, none of them would dare to meet the warboss in single combat; they knew it was suicide. Demitrix looked past the ork warboss, through the hole the orks had made in the wall, he could see the barrier, see the orks there firing towards his fellow Batavirans, and he knew what had to be done. He holstered his pistol, and revved up Purge, takeing in a long, deep breath, and then he ran, straight towards the warboss, letting out a cry of "For the Emperor!!!" as the gap between him and the warboss shortened. The warboss smiled and charged back at Demitrix, screaming "Waaaggh!!!" as it ran. They meet in the middle betwen Demirix's men and the warboss' orks, their weapons clashed and sparks flew through the air as Purge grinded against the warboss' axe. They stared at one another, both attempting to force the other back, but both were to stubborn to give in. Demitrix lent forward and spat in the warboss' face, "XENOS SCUM!!!" he screamed, and he rammed his forehead into the warboss' face. The warboss stumbled backwards, opening himself to attack, but Demitrix did not strike, he too was dazed, the warboss' skull had been much harder then he had thought. The warboss recovered first and it rushed towards him, smashing into him and sending him flying back several meters. Demitrix rose to his feet, he was exhausted, his face bloodied and his rips broken and they had only been fighting a few seconds. Demitirx ran towards the warboss again, not caring about his injuries, only that he should get to that barrier and do his duty. They met again, bringing their weapons back to clash together again and again. Demitrix could not keep this up much longer, he would have to finish this fight soon, or else he would be killed for certain.

(To much?)

(seriously...cant we do anything other than fighting?)

Dane raised forward with the othe men, he had no intrest in who he was fighting with, however his heart was pounding in his chest of pure pleasure, one he relished. Racing forward more when the others were ordered to stop, Dane let out a defining, almost antique yell that touched each mans chest in some way or another. Lighting up his Flamer he toasted the small group of Orks that charged him, twisting with an agility that wouldn't be expected from a man with a Flamer, but he was not just a man with a Flamer in his mind, a year, 2 months, 4 days, 3 hours, 6 minutes, and 20 seconds was the exact time he's had the weapon, and it showed. Using a tied bayonet now melted onto the Flamer he cut open the orks belly. It laughed loudly and raised it's Choppa. Dane pulled the trigger and ducked as flames came out the beasts eyes. Laughing loudly he looked looked down at the dead orks and wedged one out of ones mouth. Turning around he saw more stop to charge back at the men, still smiling he chucked the tooth at them. "Come alien, come get the God Emporor's furry!" Dane walked back into line, and noticed a Nob was turning around, making a gesture He knew was offensive to the orks, he laughed loudly. The Nob took a pot shot and it Hit Dane right in the cheek, the large slug knocked Dane off his feet. Getting up he looked around at the faces glancing at him, and laughed loudly. Jumping back up he took his place again, ready and burning.

ineptus astartes wrote:(seriously...cant we do anything other than fighting?)

We're in the middle of a battle right now, so why wouldn't we fight?

Lyzin Locrian wrote:

ineptus astartes wrote:(seriously...cant we do anything other than fighting?)

We're in the middle of a battle right now, so why wouldn't we fight?

Added everyting to the first page again. Keep up the good work!

After thinking about what indeptus astartes moaned, and kicking him in the balls for being a pansy and sending him back to the easten front. scorch decided that yes, they could, so sat on a dead ork an proceeded to drink

so I shot scorch for forgetting that stormtroopers wear jockstraps.

stonned_astartes wrote:After thinking about what indeptus astartes moaned, and kicking him in the balls for being a pansy and sending him back to the easten front. scorch decided that yes, they could, so sat on a dead ork an proceeded to drink

There is no reason to kick him in the balls and certainly not without my permission.
Please behave...

ineptus astartes wrote:so I shot scorch for forgetting that stormtroopers wear jockstraps.

There is no reason to shoot a fellow stormtrooper. If you want, you can keep the jockstraps.

Detlev Vordon saw that one of his Leman Russes moved towards the warehouse. The tank commander was standing out of his vehicle so he could better see what was happening.

The mighty tank crashed through the wall of the warehouse and the entire roof collapsed. The company commander could now clearly see what was happening... Demtirix Nulstovsky was engaging a large Ork in close combat. The large Ork wielded a two headed chainaxe, but Demitrix kept dodging it.
When the tank approached, the Ork swatted Demitrix aside with an arm and charged the Leman Russ. The Ork screamed curses on top of his lungs.
The heavy bolter in front of the Leman Russ opened fire, but it didn't even seem to slow the Ork down.
Bolts exploded all around the Ork, but no one could hit him. Then the Ork jumped at the tank, slamming on the hull with his large chainaxe. The Leman Russ driver, scared as he was drove the tank straight into the only wall that was still standing. The Ork Warboss didn't notice this and tried to tear open the tank. With one blow he severed the Battlecannon from the tank.

The Leman Russ went straight through the wall, sending debris and dust in every direction. The Ork lost his footing for a moment and tried to hang onto the tank, but the Leman Russ didn't stop and the Ork was grinded down under the treads of the tank. The large chain axe was thrown on top of the tank and decapitated the tank commander, his lifeless body fell back into the tank.

This attack seemed to have broken the spirit of the Orks and all of them started to retreat. Stumbling over their friends, abandoning their guns and positions, every Ork ran away.

Detlev encouraged his men to keep firing on the retreating Orks, that would give them something to think about!

The battle was over…

The company commander ordered that every dead Bataviran would be buried, the wounded taken back to base and the dead Orks set on fire.

After all of this has happened, Detlev Vordon decided that they should go back to the camp.
The entire company marched for two hours, encountering several more regiments that would engage the retreating orks. Valkyries soared over their heads to harass the Xenos.

Finally, Detlev thought when he saw the camp in the distance. They had reached the base. They would have several days rest, before they would go into combat again.


The camp was little more than a reinforced compound. There was a wall around the camp, some large watch towers and little forest the middle.

On the eastern side of the camp there were the training grounds, there the men could train, train and train some more.
Near the northern side of the camp, the men could practice firing exercises. A lot of dummies lay in large heaps around the firing ranges. There were dummies in the form of heretics, Chaos marines and various Xenos races.
In the western part of the camp there were the barracks, here the soldiers could sleep, eat, play cards or do whatever they want. For some odd reason, there was a large crater where the latrine should have been. Detlev knew that one of the Stormtroopers was involved with it…
On the southern side of the camp was the gate, some offices where the Inquisition and the Commissars would spend their time, the stables, where he horses, Striegs and other animals were held and the garage, where all the vehicles were kept.
In the middle was a little forest, that was also used for exercises and practices.
If there was any free time, then the Batavirans could play a little game of Bataviran Skirmish in there.

Detlev smiled when he marched through the gate.
“It’s good to be home…”

As to you, we are currently in our camp, do as you like, while I think of a new combat in which we can engage.

That night at the base was one of the best of the soldier's lives. As it should be, as for many it could be their last. Beer flowed in streams out through the gates, and the company's women were most...appreciative. Raucous songs were sung of Detlev's bravery, and Samuel wandered down the hallways singing slurred tunes, mostly concerning ale, and was so drunk he was barely aware he was holding hands with Faticus (If that's okay with you, noobbomb). By the following morning, everyone was thoroughly hung over. The Commissar was not happy.

larry was on his tenth beer. 'an advantage of having bionic insides...' he thought to himself

ineptus astartes wrote:larry was on his tenth beer. 'an advantage of having bionic insides...' he thought to himself

loner wrote:
Here are the rules:

It must be between 75-500 words.
You cannot kill someone else his/her character.
You cannot post two times in a row.

You might want to make that a bit longer

crud forgot about that...

Demitrix awoke on a medicae bed. He was sore all over, one of his eyes was heavily swolen, he glanced down and saw that his ribs were tightly wrapped, and one of his arms was in a cast. He had a terrible head ache, and the raucous sounds of men singing and drinking outside the medicae tent were not helping. "Oh good your awake" a medicae official approached him and sat on a stool next to his bed. Demitrix sat up, rubbing his temples in a attempt to numb the terrible pain in his head, "Hang on one second, I believe I have something that could ease your pain a little bit", the medic stood and walked to a cupboard in the far corner of the tent and began rummaging through it. He returned with a handful of pills and a glass of liquid, Demitrix swallowed them without question, and then washed them down with the liquid. It was Amasec, good, Demitrix thought, he was afraid that it would be water. "Feel better" said the medic, Demitrix nodded his head. His vision was going blurry, and he felt dizzy and disoriented, but he could feel the pain diminishing, and that was good enough for him. "Thank you" he muttered to the medic, "No problem", the medic picked up a clipboard and began scribbling notes down onto it. Demitrix closed his eyes, and tried to remember how he had gotten here. He remembered a battle, with . . . orks, he and his men went on a flanking route, they made it to a abandonded warehouse, then they were ambushed by a warbuggie, and then he leapt onto it to defend his men and then . . . he couldn't remember, the rest was a blank to him. "How did I end up here?" he asked the medic, "You fought an ork Warboss during the ambush on your way to the camp," he answered without looking up from his notes, "You were doing well I'm told, but then the Warboss smashed you away, and ran off to get run over by a Leman Russ". He remembered now, he fought the Warboss single handed, the Warboss' orks and his men stood back and watched the duel. By the Emperor, the Warboss beat him, he failed, if that Russ hadn't come in and killed the Warboss, he and his men would be dead for sure. Demitirx fell back into his bed, his hands held over his eyes, and he began to thrash about wildly, screaming incomprehensibly. The medic tried to restrain him but he would not be, he rose from his bed, knocking the medic over as he did so. "Where is my sword!!!" Demitrix screamed, the medic pointed to a table next to the bed, Purge was propped up against it. Demitrix drew Purge from its sheath, and moved to leave but the medic was blocking his path, "Sir would please return to your huah!" Demitrix kicked him in the gut before he could finish, the medic lurched violently forward then fell to the floor, clutching his stomach in pain. Demitrix limped out of the tent, there were no guards at the entrance to the tent, nor were there any at the gate nearby, it seemed that everybody was busy celebrating their victory, except the commissars, who were trying to stop the celebration. Demitrix left the camp and began wandering into the wilderness, he would track down those orks and kill them all, it was the only way he could avenge his failure, and NOONE was going to stop him.

Back at camp, Dane looked at the hole where the toilet was at one point, and stared untill a trooper said something to him. "That was some luck eating that slug instead of your head." Dane turned to look at the man, he was a tough looking trooper, weatherd aswell. Dane nodded, still looking the trooper over, guessing it was a Seargant. "You were pretty loud on the feild, what's got your tounge?" Dane shrugged. "I do not enjoy talking to people, I respond to orders." His voice must have caught the man off gaurd, his height was contrast with the deepness Dane guessed. The trooper nodded and stood beside him, both men looking into the hole. "That was the gakker at one point, some stormtrooper got the bright idea." The man spat after the word stormtrooper. Dane nodded and booted a rock into the hole. Dane and the trooper walked together around the base as the trooper showed Dane around. Suddenly the door to the medica structure exploaded open and a man angry and bandaged with a sword stalked off. Dane and soldier ran to the door. "Get that damn officer back here!" The two men went at the direction of the wounded trooper, lasgun and Flamer in hand.

Don't let this one die guys. Camp life is important.

Indeed.
Dane and the trooper ran after Demitrix.
"Excuse me! Sir! It is not adviseable to be out wandering this far-" He was interrupted by Demitrix turning around.
On his face was the look of a man resigned to fate. His eyes were wide and bloodshot, and was caked in grit.
"Leave me. I have failed the regiment. Let me go and die with what little honour I have left." His voice was a shuddery whisper.
"No Sir, you are as honourable a man as I have ever met. Don't do this. We don't think any less of you."
"No. I'm a Bataviran. If I don't have my honour, I have nothing. Now LEAVE!" He yelled the final word, breaking free and running forward. Dane and the other soldier chased him for 10 minutes before he ground to a halt. As they tried to grab him, he swung round and swiped at them with Purge. Dane narrowly missed losing his fingers.
"Leave me NOW. I have a duty. To cleanse this place, and to be punished for my sins against the Emporer." Dane realised he had no choice; this man believed he had to die. Such a valorous soldier couldn't be wasted.
Dane and the trooper leapt on Demitrix and tackled him to the ground, Demitrix's sword waving frantically.
"Get...OFF!"
"No Sir. Please, come back. You have valour and dedication. You are a fine soldier, Sir. Don't die in shame."
Demitrix stopped struggling and got up.
"I suppose you're right. Let's return to-" He was cut short by a yelling n the distance.
"Oy! Boyz! Wotz all dis shoutin' goin' on? Whoz mukkin' about 'ere?"

"Sir, now would be a bad time to reveal I am actually a Commisar." Dane stooped low and motioned the other two to do the same. "I see two strong men ready to do the dutie to the Imperium and the divine God Emperor himself, and he just so happened to give us the tools to do so, here is my wager, we spread out, Demitrix, you are a fine soldier and I do not want your talents of command wasted out here in a forrest by some green skin shut heads." Dane was truly amazed by the man, a fire untouched by the rank and file, he was truely a good leader for this group, the other soldier was a Stoney faced Bataviran, and he would do his duties. "I wager we can make our way back quietly, and these bafoons would blame it on each other, however, we can also hide, then ambush them, have our selves a nice barbaque and also have a bad ass story about a Commisar, a trooper, and a wounded officer ambushing a group of orks with a Flamer, a las gun, and a sword." Dane moved his Flamer. "You are the officer, sir, instruct us in out time of leader ship." Dane hoped that last bit took him out of his more crazed state and put him back into the experienced man he knew Demitrix was.

Striding from the Commanders tent Lieutenant Taveth was still shocked from the changes...he lost his squad, however the commander had checked his service record when he was with the PDF and saw that Taveth had some experience with Leman Russ'. The reason there for the promotion was that during the battle most of the tank commanders were slain by the greenskins. Seeing Dane, and Demitrix talking to each other Taveth decided to go over and at least tell his former CO that he would have to find someone to promote to Sergeant, well that and thank Dane for saving most of his squad from greenskins with his flamer. Realizing that Demitrix would still think he was an NCO, Taveth pinned the lieutenant bar's to his shoulder.

Hey,

I probably won't post in the next three weeks, so I hope you guys can make a lot of nice stories without me.

Have fun,
Loner

Here that lads? Daddy won't be here to keep us posting, can we keep this from being forgoton and make Loner happy when he comes back?