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Alright, here the first part of the story.

Everyone can add a new part if they like and they may decide what happens in that part.
They can go to combat, go to camp or do whatever you want. However, try to keep it in logical sense with the rest of the story.
If we are in the middle of an attack, we are not going to retreat untill the orders state otherwise.
Due a little confusion, I start or end the battles.
The entire company is fighting on a large battlefield, so it can happen that some persons performs a great heroic action on one part of the field without the people at the other part of the field not even knowing what they did.

I'll add new parts to the front page.

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.

And remember, treat the characters of others as you would like them to threat yours.
If you mock others, then they will probably mock you aswell.

Made by Loner:
The entire 3th company of the 197th Bataviran walked down the muddy road. Some discussed the recent events of the war, others sang dirty songs, but the majority just walked down the road. To the sides of the road lay several wrecked tanks and craters. There had been recently a lot of fighting for this area. Detlev Vordon looked at the men that marched around him, he was glad to see that all of them were there.
For a moment he looked at the sky and wondered what was going to happen next, but he didn’t know and didn’t care much either.
He closed his eyes for a moment and thanked the Emperor for this day.

Made by thenoobbomb:
Samuel Linius got out some bottles out of his bag... And more bottles, and more, and more, and even more.. The other stormtroopers did the same. As they all hapilly got drunk and were singing dirty songs, one of them, I dont say names ( Keith Kolojeiheh) fell into the mud. What a wonderful day, Samuel thought. Until he got that darn headache..

Made by DarthLakey:
A creature scuttled out in front of the column. Before it could so much as snarl menacingly, A sniper rifle took it the head, and an instant later the rest of the platoon fired. It was a waste of ammunition, but everyone wanted the kill, and taking turns didn't sit well with the Batavirans. Cheslav quickly took out his bayonet, and scratched another line on it. There were still only four, and he desperately needed the other twenty-two needed to mark him as a veteran. He quickly nibbled on some cheese as he walked, then took a swig of vodka he had looted from a fallen soldier last battle. As he raised the bottle to his lips it shattered in his hands, as shouts and the sound of gunfire filled the suare they had just entered. "Ambush!" someone called, and Cheslav thanked him for stating the obvious. Cheslav made a mental note that screaming "ambush' attracts attention, as where the man once was, there was only a pile of gore. Cheslav ducked behind a wrecked Leman Russ, whether it was destroyed in the first few seconds of the ambush or earlier he could not tell. He sighted the enemy who shot his vodka, briefly whisperd 'b*stard" under his breath, and he pulled the trigger. His enemies head exploded, and he pulled back the bolt on his rifle...

Made by thenoobbomb:
Samuel heard some Batavirans scream 'ambush!' suddenly, he saw a big, red creature moving.. What was it called, he thought. If I know its name, I know whats coming... Suddenly, he remembered. He threw away his (half) empty bottle. It were squigs. 'Orks!' He screamed. The Batavirans paniced. Orks? Were they inder attack by Orks? That could be an immediate death..

Made by stonned_astartes:
'Damm' whispered Cheslav, as his gun jammed. Time slowed as the creature, in mid leap, claws descending to slice his head from his shoulders. 'ahh crap' he thought 'not even a veteran'.
At the last minute a blob of supper heated particles smashed the creature into the armored flank of the russ, before promptly dissolving into molten slag. 'Hahahaaaa smells like bbq'd rations' chuckled scorch as he hefted his meltagun around to fire of another sizzling shot. 'cheers scorch' grinned Cheslav. 'No problem comrade' said scorch matching the grin 'lets finish them lads' he roared, as they both terned and headed in to the melee, a battle cry on there lips.

Made by DarthLakey:
Cheslav ran forward, and a massive ork crashed through the side of the building next to him. Making a silent prayer to the Emperor, Cheslav brought the scope quickly to his eyes and fired in an instant. The ork tripped and Cheslav swiftly decapitated it with his rifle's axe. Ducking behind a fallen girder, Cheslav quickly ended the lives of two more orks. He then proceeded to scratch four more kill markings onto his rifle. eight, he thought.
He was about to take another shot when he saw schorch's meltagun detonate from a blinfired shell. The ork who had fire the shell charrged, but again met his end at Cheslav's axe. Pulling schorch to his feet, he said "even."
"even" replied schorch. Cheslav again resumed his position as schorch ran to find another weapon. nine.

Made by Lyzin Locrian:
Demitrix was covered in a shower of gore. He had just been talking to one of the troopers, they were discussing the topic of latrine duty when shots began to ring out and bombs began to fall. "Ambush!" the trooper screamed as he exploded, at least he had gotten out of latrine duty Demitrix thought, he'd have to get Cheslav to do it instead. Demitrix removed his hat and wiped the blood from his face, he noticed a small piece of frag was lodged in the side of it. A little deeper he thought and it would've gone straight through his skull, "Damn. . . this is my favourite hat". An ork broke from cover and charged madly towards him, "Die humie!!" it screamed at him. Demitirx waited silently for the ork to approach, then headbutted him square in the face. The orks skull shattered into several tiny little pieces, and it collapsed to the ground, twitching and drooling profusely. "Xenos scum!!!" "How did you do that sir?" asked the trooper adjacent to him, Demitrix knocked on his forehead, the sound of a hammer hitting iron resonated throughout the nearby hills, "Had it installed last night, been eager to try it out". He pulled his plasma pistol out and vapourized the face of the ork at his feet, he reved up purge and steeped ontop of a nearby tank wreck. Surveying the scene before him, he could see a fortified barrier the orks were useing as cover to shoot from, many other orks were out in front of the barrier running head long into his men, several were shot from behind by the over enthusiastic ork gunners behind them. Demitrix laughed, he found the stupidity of the orks to be very amusing. He saw Cheslav takeing cover behind a barrel lapeled CAUTION HIGHLY EXPLOSIVE, "Cheslav!!! Your on latrine duty!!" he yelled towards him, then he jumped down from the tank to organize his men. "Third platoon to me!!!", he knew a charge directly at the barrier would be suicide, so he planned on taking his men on a flanking route to the south to take it out. Once his men had formed Demitrix took his place at the front, "This way!!" he screamed, then lead his men south as quickly as there feet could carry them.

Made by thenoobbomb:
Samuel looked around him. Everywhere were ead Orks. Finally. The Orks were retreating. The battle was over. Now, lets march further.. If the colonel wants.. What a horrible smell it was, actually. Yuck. He nearly threw up because of the smell. Orks never smell nice, he said to himself..

Made by Loner:
Detlev Vordon was happy to see that the Orks retreated, but it didn’t make any sense. Orks wouldn’t retreat in the middle of a fight and certainly not when they still had a chance of winning? Demitrix Nulstovsky still was on the southern flank, but that didn’t turned out to be necessary.
The men seemed quite happy with such an easy victory, they cheered, insulted the orks and some soldiers were even in such a frenzy, that they almost charged after the retreating Orks… “What are they trying to do?” the captain wondered… Carefully he ordered some of his soldiers to go forward.
Haine Larkin, his protector, offered him a pair of field glasses. He grabbed a pair of field glasses and looked at the Orks. Some were running away, others were trampled beneath their fellow Orks.
One ork even ran in little circles with his hands in the air… For a brief moment Detlev laughed at the scene, then he saw a large Ork beating up some other Orks and sending them back at the Batavirans.
More and more Orks turned around to charge towards the Batavirans again…
For a moment Detlev cursed, but he already began organizing the defense. “You two, with that autocannon, get on that hill! Sergeant Walker, get your squad together and go after lieutenant Suberiv! You, with that meltagun, don’t stand there, get in cover!”
He grabbed the pair of field glasses again and looked at the Orks that stormed towards them, Nobs, some Orks in warbuggies and even Gretchin ran with them. At least, there still was some time before they would arrive.
Detlev splitted his company up in little groups, the stormtroopers were on their own, the autocannon squads hang back and the platoons were digging in for the fighting. Detlev hoped that Demitrix still was outflanking with his platoon…

Made by Lyzin Locrian:
Demitrix and his men were in position, but something wasn't right. He and his two squads had taken cover in a ruined warehouse adjacent to the orks barrier, looking out from a shattered window on the second floor, Demitrix could see that the orks were no longer there. Demitrix looked towards the road, perhaps they had advanced upon the rest of the company. He saw no orks there, he could only see the rest of his company cheering and celebrating as if they had won a great victory. Was the battle already over? Demitirx thought. Am I to late to make a difference? Demitrix sagged his head in realisation that he had missed the battle, he had failed his fellow Batavirans, and he had failed the Emperor. Before he could bring himself to tell his men of what happened, he could see the orks leaping over the barrier to engage the company again, as well as other orks remaning the abondoned positions on the barrier. This was perfect, he thought, with his flamers on point, he could wipe out the entire mob of orks! He would have to move quickly, "Frips gather up the flamers and. . ." he was interrupted by an ork warbuggie smashing through the wall to his right, opening on his men beneath him. His men took cover behind barrels, crates, and anything else that would protect them from the sudden onslaught of shells flying through the air. "Damn it!" he screamed, his chance at glory was squandered, he would have to fight his way to the barrier. The warbuggie had stopped directly beneath him and was attempting to gun down his platoon. Demitrix reved up purge and then lept down on to the buggie. He landed right behind the buggie's gunner, he thrusted purge through the ork's back, it screamed and died before it even knew what had happened. The buggie's driver turned to greet Demitrix with a choppa, but Demitrix vaporized him with his plasma pistol before he could swing it. Demitrix could see more orks pouring through the hole that the buggie had made, and he lept to meet them. He screamed the Litany of Hate as he decapitated one ork, and then slammed into another, knocking them both to the ground.

Made by Wardragoon:
Sergeant Taveth was just behind the main line when he heard the sound of a warbuggy several blocks to the south of him and his squad. Upon hearing the telltale noises of a crash and the bark of Lasguns Taveth turned his men around and started double timing it to Lieutenant Nulsovsky's last known position.
When Taveth was about 500 yards (even after 20 years it was difficult for him to think in meters and not in yards) from the LT.s position Taveth heard the sound of a xenos tainted Leman Russ moving onto his position. Taveth ordered his men into cover just as the Ork Leman Russ that had managed to punch through or sneak behind the lines came around the corner catching sight of him and two privates, with a yell of "Get the feth behind cover NOW!!!" Taveth lept into cover. The boom of a battle cannon and the wet thuds told Taveth it was too late for the other 2 privates that were in the road. One was Private Andropov, the vox operator, the other a new recruit from Batavira. With no meltaguns or rocket launchers Sgt Taveth knew he was doomed if help did not come, and it would take someone hearing the Russ shot and assuming it wasnt imperial......

Made by Ineptus Astartes:
laetes O'kar sprinted from house to house.

clearing a fence he fumbled for a holo-map and pulled up a sitrep, after analyzing the situation he headed toward what registered as a leman russ tank to his north...

Made by Loner:
Detlev Vordon overlooked the situation, the battle was going decently. The infantry squads had managed to keep off the Orks mobs, while the Autocannons managed to keep off the large Orks on bikes. He laughed as one autocannon slug slammed into an Ork Nob, sending his bike crashing into the bike to the left and the Nob himself fell in front of another bike, which flipped over.
The battle was going good so far, he just wondered where the Stormtroopers and Demitrix platoon where, he couldn't see them on the battlefield.

Made by Erreul:
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.

Made by Loner:
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.

Made by Wardragoon:
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!!!!!!!"

Made by Lyzin Locrian:
emitrix 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.

Made by Erreul:
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.

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…”

Samuel Linius got out some bottles out of his bag... And more bottles, and more, and more, and even more.. The other stormtroopers did the same. As they all hapilly got drunk and were singing dirty songs, one of them, I dont say names ( Keith Kolojeiheh) fell into the mud. What a wonderful day, Samuel thought. Until he got that darn headache..

A creature scuttled out in front of the column. Before it could so much as snarl menacingly, A sniper rifle took it the head, and an instant later the rest of the platoon fired. It was a waste of ammunition, but everyone wanted the kill, and taking turns didn't sit well with the Batavirans. Cheslav quickly took out his bayonet, and scratched another line on it. There were still only four, and he desperately needed the other twenty-two needed to mark him as a veteran. He quickly nibbled on some cheese as he walked, then took a swig of vodka he had looted from a fallen soldier last battle. As he raised the bottle to his lips it shattered in his hands, as shouts and the sound of gunfire filled the suare they had just entered. "Ambush!" someone called, and Cheslav thanked him for stating the obvious. Cheslav made a mental note that screaming "ambush' attracts attention, as where the man once was, there was only a pile of gore. Cheslav ducked behind a wrecked Leman Russ, whether it was destroyed in the first few seconds of the ambush or earlier he could not tell. He sighted the enemy who shot his vodka, briefly whisperd 'b*stard" under his breath, and he pulled the trigger. His enemies head exploded, and he pulled back the bolt on his rifle...

Samuel heard some Batavirans scream 'ambush!' suddenly, he saw a big, red creature moving.. What was it called, he thought. If I know its name, I know whats coming... Suddenly, he remembered. He threw away his (half) empty bottle. It were squigs. 'Orks!' He screamed. The Batavirans paniced. Orks? Were they inder attack by Orks? That could be an immediate death..

'Damm' whispered Cheslav, as his gun jammed. Time slowed as the creature, in mid leap, claws descending to slice his head from his shoulders. 'ahh crap' he thought 'not even a veteran'.
At the last minute a blob of supper heated particles smashed the creature into the armored flank of the russ, before promptly dissolving into molten slag. 'Hahahaaaa smells like bbq'd rations' chuckled scorch as he hefted his meltagun around to fire of another sizzling shot. 'cheers scorch' grinned Cheslav. 'No problem comrade' said scorch matching the grin 'lets finish them lads' he roared, as they both terned and headed in to the melee, a battle cry on there lips.

Cheslav ran forward, and a massive ork crashed through the side of the building next to him. Making a silent prayer to the Emperor, Cheslav brought the scope quickly to his eyes and fired in an instant. The ork tripped and Cheslav swiftly decapitated it with his rifle's axe. Ducking behind a fallen girder, Cheslav quickly ended the lives of two more orks. He then proceeded to scratch four more kill markings onto his rifle. eight, he thought.
He was about to take another shot when he saw schorch's meltagun detonate from a blinfired shell. The ork who had fire the shell charrged, but again met his end at Cheslav's axe. Pulling schorch to his feet, he said "even."
"even" replied schorch. Cheslav again resumed his position as schorch ran to find another weapon. nine.

Demitrix was covered in a shower of gore. He had just been talking to one of the troopers, they were discussing the topic of latrine duty when shots began to ring out and bombs began to fall. "Ambush!" the trooper screamed as he exploded, at least he had gotten out of latrine duty Demitrix thought, he'd have to get Cheslav to do it instead. Demitrix removed his hat and wiped the blood from his face, he noticed a small piece of frag was lodged in the side of it. A little deeper he thought and it would've gone straight through his skull, "Damn. . . this is my favourite hat". An ork broke from cover and charged madly towards him, "Die humie!!" it screamed at him. Demitirx waited silently for the ork to approach, then headbutted him square in the face. The orks skull shattered into several tiny little pieces, and it collapsed to the ground, twitching and drooling profusely. "Xenos scum!!!" "How did you do that sir?" asked the trooper adjacent to him, Demitrix knocked on his forehead, the sound of a hammer hitting iron resonated throughout the nearby hills, "Had it installed last night, been eager to try it out". He pulled his plasma pistol out and vapourized the face of the ork at his feet, he reved up purge and steeped ontop of a nearby tank wreck. Surveying the scene before him, he could see a fortified barrier the orks were useing as cover to shoot from, many other orks were out in front of the barrier running head long into his men, several were shot from behind by the over enthusiastic ork gunners behind them. Demitrix laughed, he found the stupidity of the orks to be very amusing. He saw Cheslav takeing cover behind a barrel lapeled CAUTION HIGHLY EXPLOSIVE, "Cheslav!!! Your on latrine duty!!" he yelled towards him, then he jumped down from the tank to organize his men. "Third platoon to me!!!", he knew a charge directly at the barrier would be suicide, so he planned on taking his men on a flanking route to the south to take it out. Once his men had formed Demitrix took his place at the front, "This way!!" he screamed, then lead his men south as quickly as there feet could carry them.

void.

Scorch swung into cover beside Cheslav and tapped the yellow barrel. 'opps' said cheslav grinning once again. 'hahahaaa, you thinking what i'm think kid?' asked scorch with a wicked smile and a fiery twinkle in his eye as he drew his knife. 'Oh yeah' said cheslav with a wink and heaved up the barrel as scorch dug his knife in leaving a large gash in the side of it, spewing brown liquid. cheslav ran towards the barricade decapitating orks along the way. Firring from the hip cheslav sent 3 rounds into an oncoming ork reducing his chest tatters, followed buy swinging his would-be yellow weapon into another jaw to hear a satisfying crack as it's head snapped back and it fell to the floor.
scorch chuckled harterley at the display of violence as he sprayed gouts of flame into the oncoming ork hord, roasting them with his recently commandeered flamer. He then plucked the smoldering cigar but and flicked it in to the gloppy trail. 'dosdivana, orks' he said as the liquid court. cheslav reached the barricade and chucked the barrel over spraying from the hip and then jumping immediately in to a fox hole, as a massive fireball consumed the orks behind the barrier and just wear he'd been seconds before. he felt the heat wash over his back grinning at the mayhem they'd caused as he came up firing.

stonned_astartes wrote:void.

Excuse me, but you have no right to completely disregard what I have written and simply make up what you would rather have happen instead. I am insulted by what you have done and demand your apologie, this is ridiculous and I will not have it. Sorry if I sound rude but I spent a very long time writing that and to see someone say, nope, that didn't happen, here is what my super badass character did instead, simply makes me furious. If I could physicaly do it, I would punch for being so inconsiderate for other peoples feelings. This is meant to be a joint effort, not one guy going, MY AWESOME SAUCE CHARACTER JUST KILLED ALL THE ORKS IN A FEW SECONDS BECAUSE I SAID SO AND WHAT EVERYONE ELSE BEFORE HAS SAID IS POINTLESS BECAUSE HE IS AWESOME YEAH!!! This story was started so that everyone would get a chance to be part of it, it wasn't built just to make you look badass, so don't do that again.

You were the one who broughht up the explosive barrel though...
but both things can be true. Maybe you formed up and charged, but then there were orks between me and scorch and you. There aren't any now, so we form up. Everyone happy.
Ps scorch, how many orcs did we get in that fireball? we'll split them 50-50. Also how many orcs did I decapitate, and how many did I get with hipfire. It's your call, since you wrote that bit.

@scorch sorry for spelling your name wrong, didn't realise what I was typing....

I brought up the barrel as a joke, not so you could blow up all the orks with it. Stonned specificaly said that my input was invalid, then made up a story about two guardsmen who killed all the orks and made everyone else look stupid, and no, both statements can't be valid because why would my character form up his platoon and make a flanking manover to assault a position that had already been destroyed by a huge fiery explosion, there is no point to it, you can't just disregard what other people write just to make yourself look badass, if we are going to continue like this, then we might as well change this forums name to 'lets make up stupid stories about how overpowered and cheesy we are!'.

it can work.... look at the below diagrams"

BEFORE EXPLOSION:


AFTER EXPLOSION:

oops....auto adjust screwed up, the big black block is dimitrix's platoon, and the lines are me and scorch's movement

I don't understand your drawing, I specificaly said you were taking cover behind the barrel, not that the barrel was between you and me, and where is the barrier in that picture? Did you somehow end up behind it when I specificaly said chargeing at it would be suicide, in fact chargeing at the barrier with a barrel full of highly explosive materials is even stupider, how the heck did you survive the charge towards the barrier anyway?

we threw the barell into the orks between you and me

That is not what it said in the post, it said that you threw it at the barrier, which you couldn't possibly have ended up behind otherwise I wouldn't bother performing a flanking action, if it was so easy to get behind why would I? The entire platoon could just sneak behind it easy.

no i double posted, so i put void in my one post :L
sorry mate. any way theres ots more orks by nature and this has cheered me up no end in the mornins:L x

and i'm afraid i agree with the commissar, we were hiding behind the barrel and you run out from the main force (witch is contested) and ran to the largest solid clump of enemies.
well i'd say if its a 50m sprint you'd kill some wear between 5-15 orks, fireball would have killed 20-30, then you retreating you would have killed another 15, me flamer-ing all the while will have killed a matching 30 or so(due to the wide spread of the flamer so yeah, 45 each. Oh an if i was bigging up anyone it was cheslavs determination and bravery! i did the easy bit:L

there.

I must say I’m quite disappointed about how fast it went wrong. I certainly didn’t expect this coming up so fast… This was intended as a fun project and I would like it to keep it that way. I don’t want to pretend to be a cop around here. I started this so everyone can participate in a story with his or her character, without making up all the other stuff that comes with writing a story.

Now I can understand that everyone wants his or her character being extremely awesome and perform all kinds of kick-ass actions, but I also understand that there must be some kind of logic behind it. After all, the Imperial Guard are just humans, not gods… I don’t think we should go over the top too much. Remember, we aren’t Matt Warden and let’s not try to be one.
And aren’t we all equal? Who says that the part that someone else has written is right or wrong?

Everyone can and is allowed to add a part.
I’ve been raised with the idea that everyone has equal rights and that everyone may express what they think.

And I think we are forgetting something, this is about a game of little toy soldiers!

And last, but not least, if things get out of the hand again, I’ll ask a mod to close this thread…

Now let’s continue with the story, please?
Shall we ignore the last few pieces and go back to Demitrix his part?

Detlev Vordon could already see Demitrix and his platoon moving away from the battlefield to perform an outflanking movement. Vordon was glad to see that the young officer showed a lot of initiative. Now it was his job to tie up the Orks as much as possible, so Demitrix could roll up the entire Orks barrier… “Kill them! Fire at those bastards! Fire! Kill all of them!” Vordon yelled when he fired his laspistol at an ork that ran towards him!
Next to him troopers opened fire with their lasguns, slaughtering an entire mob in one volley. “That’s more like it!” Vordon complimented them, the troopers seemed pleased with this mention and took a moment to take a breath.“Now keep firing at those Orks! Who told you to stop firing?!”

Samuel looked around him. Everywhere were ead Orks. Finally. The Orks were retreating. The battle was over. Now, lets march further.. If the colonel wants.. What a horrible smell it was, actually. Yuck. He nearly threw up because of the smell. Orks never smell nice, he said to himself..

thenoobbomb wrote:Samuel looked around him. Everywhere were ead Orks. Finally. The Orks were retreating. The battle was over. Now, lets march further.. If the colonel wants.. What a horrible smell it was, actually. Yuck. He nearly threw up because of the smell. Orks never smell nice, he said to himself..

Could you perhaps try to post a little bit more about what Samuel is doing and is going on?
(I upped the minimum words to 75...)

And now, the new part:
Detlev Vordon was happy to see that the Orks retreated, but it didn’t make any sense. Orks wouldn’t retreat in the middle of a fight and certainly not when they still had a chance of winning? Demitrix Nulstovsky still was on the southern flank, but that didn’t turned out to be necessary.
The men seemed quite happy with such an easy victory, they cheered, insulted the orks and some soldiers were even in such a frenzy, that they almost charged after the retreating Orks… “What are they trying to do?” the captain wondered… Carefully he ordered some of his soldiers to go forward.
Haine Larkin, his protector, offered him a pair of field glasses. He grabbed a pair of field glasses and looked at the Orks. Some were running away, others were trampled beneath their fellow Orks.
One ork even ran in little circles with his hands in the air… For a brief moment Detlev laughed at the scene, then he saw a large Ork beating up some other Orks and sending them back at the Batavirans.
More and more Orks turned around to charge towards the Batavirans again…
For a moment Detlev cursed, but he already began organizing the defense. “You two, with that autocannon, get on that hill! Sergeant Walker, get your squad together and go after lieutenant Suberiv! You, with that meltagun, don’t stand there, get in cover!”
He grabbed the pair of field glasses again and looked at the Orks that stormed towards them, Nobs, some Orks in warbuggies and even Gretchin ran with them. At least, there still was some time before they would arrive.
Detlev splitted his company up in little groups, the stormtroopers were on their own, the autocannon squads hang back and the platoons were digging in for the fighting. Detlev hoped that Demitrix still was outflanking with his platoon…

Thanks for sorting out the mess loner, it was getting pretty bad.

I apologise to everyone for over reacting, but it was quite annoying, I hope you all agree.

Anyway next part:

Demitrix and his men were in position, but something wasn't right. He and his two squads had taken cover in a ruined warehouse adjacent to the orks barrier, looking out from a shattered window on the second floor, Demitrix could see that the orks were no longer there. Demitrix looked towards the road, perhaps they had advanced upon the rest of the company. He saw no orks there, he could only see the rest of his company cheering and celebrating as if they had won a great victory. Was the battle already over? Demitirx thought. Am I to late to make a difference? Demitrix sagged his head in realisation that he had missed the battle, he had failed his fellow Batavirans, and he had failed the Emperor. Before he could bring himself to tell his men of what happened, he could see the orks leaping over the barrier to engage the company again, as well as other orks remaning the abondoned positions on the barrier. This was perfect, he thought, with his flamers on point, he could wipe out the entire mob of orks! He would have to move quickly, "Frips gather up the flamers and. . ." he was interrupted by an ork warbuggie smashing through the wall to his right, opening on his men beneath him. His men took cover behind barrels, crates, and anything else that would protect them from the sudden onslaught of shells flying through the air. "Damn it!" he screamed, his chance at glory was squandered, he would have to fight his way to the barrier. The warbuggie had stopped directly beneath him and was attempting to gun down his platoon. Demitrix reved up purge and then lept down on to the buggie. He landed right behind the buggie's gunner, he thrusted purge through the ork's back, it screamed and died before it even knew what had happened. The buggie's driver turned to greet Demitrix with a choppa, but Demitrix vaporized him with his plasma pistol before he could swing it. Demitrix could see more orks pouring through the hole that the buggie had made, and he lept to meet them. He screamed the Litany of Hate as he decapitated one ork, and then slammed into another, knocking them both to the ground.

Sergeant Taveth was just behind the main line when he heard the sound of a warbuggy several blocks to the south of him and his squad. Upon hearing the telltale noises of a crash and the bark of Lasguns Taveth turned his men around and started double timing it to Lieutenant Nulsovsky's last known position.
When Taveth was about 500 yards (even after 20 years it was difficult for him to think in meters and not in yards) from the LT.s position Taveth heard the sound of a xenos tainted Leman Russ moving onto his position. Taveth ordered his men into cover just as the Ork Leman Russ that had managed to punch through or sneak behind the lines came around the corner catching sight of him and two privates, with a yell of "Get the feth behind cover NOW!!!" Taveth lept into cover. The boom of a battle cannon and the wet thuds told Taveth it was too late for the other 2 privates that were in the road. One was Private Andropov, the vox operator, the other a new recruit from Batavira. With no meltaguns or rocket launchers Sgt Taveth knew he was doomed if help did not come, and it would take someone hearing the Russ shot and assuming it wasnt imperial......

laetes O'kar sprinted from house to house.

clearing a fence he fumbled for a holo-map and pulled up a sitrep, after analyzing the situation he headed toward what registered as a leman russ tank to his north...

ineptus astartes wrote:laetes O'kar sprinted from house to house.

clearing a fence he fumbled for a holo-map and pulled up a sitrep, after analyzing the situation he headed toward what registered as a leman russ tank to his north...

Can you perhaps make it a bit longer?
It's a bit short...
(We have a 75 words minimum...)

Something like this:

Detlev Vordon overlooked the situation, the battle was going decently. The infantry squads had managed to keep off the Orks mobs, while the Autocannons managed to keep off the large Orks on bikes. He laughed as one autocannon slug slammed into an Ork Nob, sending his bike crashing into the bike to the left and the Nob himself fell in front of another bike, which flipped over.
The battle was going good so far, he just wondered where the Stormtroopers and Demitrix platoon where, he couldn't see them on the battlefield.

loner wrote:

ineptus astartes wrote:laetes O'kar sprinted from house to house.

clearing a fence he fumbled for a holo-map and pulled up a sitrep, after analyzing the situation he headed toward what registered as a leman russ tank to his north...

Can you perhaps make it a bit longer?
It's a bit short...
(We have a 75 words minimum...)

Something like this:

Detlev Vordon overlooked the situation, the battle was going decently. The infantry squads had managed to keep off the Orks mobs, while the Autocannons managed to keep off the large Orks on bikes. He laughed as one autocannon slug slammed into an Ork Nob, sending his bike crashing into the bike to the left and the Nob himself fell in front of another bike, which flipped over.
The battle was going good so far, he just wondered where the Stormtroopers and Demitrix platoon where, he couldn't see them on the battlefield.

I think(well hope) he is coming to save my bacon which is currently seperated from the rest of the plattoon with an LRBT shooting at my squad.

Ask a MOD to move this to survival&chain games