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So I was thinking the other day about my Chapter, which is a DIY from the SM 5thed.

I have always had an idea in my head as to how the command structure worked, and the fact that my tactics include sacrificing literally dozens of Marines to secure an objective..

There must be heaps of you out there with a rich army background- just waiting to be shared!

And so...............

The Taking of Underworld Two Head-Primus, a tale of acceptable losses.......

Smoke wafted across the acrid battlefield, taking with it the pungent odour of scorched Xenos....

Brother Captain Johanness glanced over to his trusty aide and friend, Seargent Boxhead and said " It really is a shame your mother disliked you so, Boxxy."
"Shut the frag up, you jumped up Apothecary" Box returned, having nothing but disdain in his voice, as he scanned the zone in front..
"What was that old bean" asked Johan as he sidled up to Box... "Nothing Sir, just saying 'Nothing in the vicinity', Sir!" snapped Boxxy.
"Jolly good, carry on at it then, what? Pip pip and all that". Captain Johanness glanced toward the rear, where his heavily embellished Command Razorback awaited him..." I
might just pop out the back and check on the fuel dispersement- you stay here and keep an eye out, eh Boxhead?". Without another word, Johann walked from the line, towards the rear..

Boxxy had been serving in the Illuminareus Chapter for over 11 years, and was considered a 'Hardened Veteran'. That made him laugh, 'Hardened Veteran' indeed. The only reason he had
stayed alive so long was because he served in Johanness's Command Squad- the safest posting in the Chapter, according to statistics.. The Chapters war cry "No Death- No Glory" was an
axiom as fitting as you could imagine. Boxxy had seen Marines, fully kitted and Loaded-for-Bear- sent into a meat grinder for no other reason other than as a distraction for the main goal...
whatever that may have been Emperor knows. Box heard the rumble of the Company Razorbacks revving up behind him, getting ready for action. "Frag this" he thought. Turning, Boxxy was about to leave
when he saw a hint of movement over the dead mans zone directly ahead of the Company.

Wasting no time, he radioed back to the command tank.."SIR-POSSIBLE XENOS ACTIVITY, 50 METRONS IN FRONT OF MY CURRENT POSITION"
A crackling, terse reply was not too long away..."Jolly good Old-Boy- no need to yell and all that-caused quite a flap back here, Brother Flatulence nearly passed out-
and I almost spilled my tea!..Very well, fall back and we'll pick you up on the way"

Boxxy started running, hearing the loud, chittering noises grow- somewhere in the mists behind him. He didn't know exactly what form of Xenos it was (There ware SO damn many different factions on this planet!)

......all he knew for sure is that it wanted him dead. Or as food. Or maybe both. But at least one. Nasty.

He saw the headlights growing brighter in the mist. 7 Razorbacks for this mission, and over half a Company of Marines-Overkill-or acceptable losses??
Any loss involving Boxxy was not acceptable according to him, that was certain! Peering through the mist- the horror of the situation was suddenly paralysing- Captain Johanness was ordering the entire wall of Tanks
to advance at cruising speed! With nowhere to run, and nowhere to turn- the 'popping' sound of Boxxy going under the tracks of the Command Razorback was barely heard over Johanness's complaining..

"Steady on there Driver- I almost spilt my tea agian!. How the hell am I supposed to be involved in 'The Cleansing' of this planet with no cursed tea! Damn you Sirrah- I'll have you flogged for this !"

"Oh, and by the way chaps- were we going to pick up that unfortunately named Seargent Boxhead? I'm sure we were...oh well, maybe he is on another of the- Oh look! The objective!!

"Um- where was I ---?? Oh yes, the objective.."

Illuminareus- where only the living collect a pension.............

I play a Nid army that is a splinter fleet of hive fleet leviathan called splinter fleet Goliath.