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So this a new story im starting and hoping it get going prettu well, i have a good idea down on it and hope that i can keep the ideas coming. Ill probably be constantly editing it so it will change a little from time to time but it is forcusing on an Imperial Guard Regiment called the 327th Brimlock, the main characters being Major Uluar and Operative Remm, the regiments best sniper. This is just a short excerpt, comments and critism greatly welcomed! I'll try to add more each day if people are interested at all. Thanks for reading!

-- Major Uluar, Log Entry Alpha 16-8, section IV --

Day 168,
Its been almost half a standard year and we still are stranded on this barren rock with no reinforcements in sight. Our flagship is adrift in space, whether or not the crew is alive is unknown still because of the damned vox network being down from the atmosphereics going nuts. I'm unsure as to how much longer we can hold out here, there's only a mere couple thousand of us left of the hundred thousand strong that intially spearheaded our assault.. What happened.. The assault was all going according to plan in the first month, targets being systematically destroyed, the Tau were being pushed back city by city, always having to retreat and regroup.. Everything. Everything was going according to plan, then it all went to gak. Our promised reinforcements, soon to be found out were never going to come, the battle fleet in orbit, destroyed, the Tau suddenly cutting off and slaughtering company by company of gaurdsmen.. What happened...

-- End Log Entry, Data Corrupted --

"Major, they are coming around to our left flank, if we dont reinforce that side they will break through!" shouted a young line officer serving under Major Uluar of the 327th Brimlock.
"Repostion both those heavy stubbers and four more squads to that flank, we cant let them cut us off from the rest of the regiment. Keep up fire on those tanks!" Uluar risked a glance over the rock he was crouched behind, hundreds of black armored Tau slowly fought their way step by step closer to their postion. A hand on his shoulder forced him down as the top of the rock exploded, directly where his head was not two seconds ago. Remm stood over him with his Long-Las braced against his shoulder and eye rested up against the high powered scope on the upper rail. In the matter of a moment he got off three shots before crounching down beside the Major.
"What's that now, three times you've saved my life in this engagement alone?"
"Four, sir," Remm stood back up and got off another two shots before crouching back down again, "Just doing my duty."
Uluar grinned before taking another glance around the side of the rock. Two gaurdsmen were cut down by the blue pusle shots from the Tau's rifles, one having a live krak grenade in his hand ready to throw, "No." he whispered under his breath as he realized what was going to happen next.
The Krak grenade rolled out of the dead gaurdsmen hand to the side of the ammo crate for the heavy bolter the two men were operating. Remm looked over the majors shoulder to what he gasped at and noticed the small explosive rested up against the still half full crate of highly explosive heavy bolter rounds.
"Look ou-" he screamed, but was cut off. The grenade erupted, cooking off the entire crate of ammo along with it. In an violent explosion, the right flank to their formation instantly disengrated a blackened crater. Screams from the guardsmen that were maimed by the outskirts of the explosive filled the air, disoreintating the major as he tried to cope with what just happened, "Sir, orders?!" Remm shouted over the chaos unfolding around them.
Uluar still blankly stared at the crater to wear thirty of his men stood a few moments ago, "Sir!"
He blinked and snapped back into the reality around him, "Get four squads to the right flank, now! We cant lose that side!"
Remm spun around and began to shout to the squad sergeants around him, Uluar took one last look at the blackened crater, "Remm, with me. Let's go take this fight to them. Its time to break this stalemate before they can punch through that open flank."
"Warriors of the Immortal Emperor! Fix bayonets! It's time to show these Xeno scum who they picked a fight with." drawing his power sword from and thrumming the activation rune, he held it high over his head, "Soldiers of the 327th Brimlock, Charge!"
"No fear of death, we are the Brimlock!" came a chorus of warcries from around him.
Two hundred and forty-odd soldiers of the 327th Brimlock stood and charged the Tau gun lines, fearless to the walls of pulse rounds tearing through the air towards them. Remm ran along side the Major, both of his hand crafted las-pistols held out before him taking Xeno lives with every red flash that came out of the muzzles. Warcries split the air, louder even then the battle going on around them some would say after the fight was over, words of hatred being shouted at the enemy before them as if even that would take as many lives as their bayonets and las-rifles soon would.
Two hundred and forty-odd soldiers of the 327th Brimlock charged the Tau gun lines.
Thirty-two returned..

--Too be Continued.

-- Transmit Beacon, Grid 2-5-5-1, N 93-E 71 --
--*Distress Signal Bravo Omega *--

We can't hold much longer, we need reinforcements now, the Tau have broken through on... *Data Corruption* ... Hold that line! I repeat we are being overrun, we cannot hold them at bay much loner, we need immediate reinforcements... *Data Corruption*..

*Tranmission Lost*...
..Static..

*Tranmission Link Re-established*

This is Major Uluar of the 327th Brimlock, and this is our final trasmission, to anyone out there. When you get this we will no longer be here, the Tau have won this war, we are unable to hold out any longer. Our supplies have run dry, we are almost empty on all ammuntion, and our men are being run into the ground by exhaustion. No fear of death, we are the Brimlock..

...*Tramission End*...


Major Uluar tore his power sword from the torso of the now dead tau hanging limp off the edge of it before spinning on his heal and delivering another death blow to one of the stocky xeno warriors. Remm stood back to back with him, taking a life with every trigger pull of his las-pistols. The carnage unfolding around them was unspeakable, screams echoed across the valley as blood began to flow in rivers. Spinning around again with his sword coming down in a wide arc, Uluar tore another tau in two, "No fear of death!"
"We are the Brimlock!" was the reply from his men as they all rang out as one, their battlecry splitting the war raging around them.
"Get down!" shouted Remm, forcing Uluar down as a battesuit's pulse round ripped through the air above him. He broke into a sprint at the battlesuit drawing a wicked looking combat knife that took uncountable lives over the years. Sensing it was in danger the pilot of the suit turned to face Remm, unloading a torrent of pulse rounds tearing up the ground around him as he closed the distance between them. Pivoting, he quickly redirected his momentum and dove, grabbing onto the right arm of the suit, its pilot frantically trying to shake the sniper off. Remm smashed against the back armor of the suit as it thrashed through chaos around them, the air in his lungs being sucked out of him as the middle of his stomach connected with a corner of the bulky armor. Still gasping for air he drove the combat knife into the back of the suits neck joint and pulled himself up to it's shoulders. Before the pilot could respond he punched the barrel of his las pistol into the exposed inners of the suit and emptied his cell. The smoking battlesuit collapsed as Remm leapt off back into the massacre around him, stabbing his combat knife towards the sky, "We are the Brimlock!"


Just another small excerpt from the battle going on between the 327th Brimlock and Tau. Soon more to come when i actually have more time!

I liked it. My only advice would be to re-read on your work. There are a fair few spelling and grammatical mistakes, if my knowledge of English language is right.

I was actually just about to do that haha its about time to tie these two parts together and give the before, inbetween, and after. So here goes

Well, just had everything typed up and edited and everything, really liked how it was coming out andddd.. internet crashed..
Awesomeeee...