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well sounds i will be chewing my flakes to a nice piece of khardovian literature^^

I'm tempted to get back on here when the parents are asleep...
maybe...
dunno...

ohoh... i cant stress enough to not do that... for reference see two weeks ago and how you was able to post here...

Lt. Troucescaeu was pleased with himself, he and his staff were in the back of their Chimera APC when it, and all of the APC's stopped, his plan was coming together, the enemy, not placing sentries or much of anything at the valley here would pay when he and his forces arrived to hit them hard where they least expected it! He and his staff clambered out of the Chimera, he smiled as he saw squads forming up their platoons, Sentinel Assault variant walkers also ready along with some of the forward scout models stepping through to the valley and it's rocky terrain. He addressed the force. "Men! today we strike a blow at the enemies vitals! they left no one to watch the valley we are using to reach them, and I have staked our reputations that we will have them defeated and waiting for our armored column to arrive to help out by dinner time!"

The Kommiassars and Priests lead the men in a hearty "HUZZAH!" before getting them prepared for movement. "Move out, and maintain silence."

And with that, his company was on it's way, the junior officers leading their platoons, he spotted Kommissar Zvedvedov and the massive Father Orlov amongst 1st platoon. He knew the Father and himself were off to a rocky start over that Vasily fellow, but order and discipline need apply to all equally, he would understand that once things settled down. Now he would prove to command that he was worthy of a higher promotion, and possibly a larger command, he would be a hero once this was pulled off! All because he, Igor Troucescaeu, had the foresight to plan a pre-emptive strike on this forward supply facility of the enemy!

Meanwhile, musing about Vasily and his men, Kommissar Zvedvedov marched alongside the platoon, all good men in their own rights, loyal, steadfast soldiers who were always ready to do their jobs. "oh Nikolai, why can't you stay out of trouble?" she whispered to herself. If anything occurred, she was sure the men would shout it out. She did not know that Father Orlov was watching her. "Kommissar, I wonder if you are wrapped in prayer, or still worrying about our illustrious Sgt friend?" he said to her as he came alongside her.

"Father, I am like a book to you, aren't I?" She would have to rectify that at some time. She looked up at him, "I really should just make a decision, but if I make one, then we may lose Vasily and his unit, another, and the Lieutenant will be so hard to deal with." She said.

"BAH! you are Kommissariat! you can make any decision that you like and all have to suck it up and be quiet!" He said. "Besides, you and I know the Lieutenant is a popinjay who is puffing his own chest up to look good to command, and he is a man who has yet to understand the subtler ways of command, combat will re-shape him as it does all who are touched by it, you need to remember that strength of your own and enforce your will on the company." he finished.

She smiled, "True, you always remind me of who and what I am and help me regain my moral compass, you are a true mentor to me Father." she admitted.

"Anytime my child, just try and remember that more often, I am always here for the company, and that includes you." He said, "I just wish we had Vasily with us, that combat restriction must be making him itch."

She laughed at that thought, an itchy Vasily. She was about to speak when an explosion up ahead happened. One of the sentinel scouts was just scrap and smoke, but no sign of what destroyed it. "Take cover and set up the mortars!" she ordered instantly as it was second nature.

Through the smoke, there was movement, slow movement, shambling movement, "Enemy troops! fire!" ordered the platoon sarge. Mortars lobbed up and over the rocks and boulders, plumes of smoke and dirt flew high as they landed all over the enemy zone. "Cease fire, cease fire!" was ordered by the Lt. He wanted to see what they were attacking in the middle of nowhere, he used his magnocculars and saw the field littered with corpses, there were still moving figures, in uniforms, and the ones knocked over by the mortars that had not been obliterated, were standing back up!? "IMPOSSIBLE!" he blurted out. But there they were, the ones with legs, but maybe a missing arm were back up and shambling towards the Khadrovian lines, the ones missing legs, dragged themselves forwards.

Seeing things clearly, Father Orlov and the other priests made the sign of the Aquilla and began prayers, litanies of revulsion and hatred at such an affront to all that was normal and holy. Kommissar Zvedvedov spoke, "Now we know why the enemy didn't seem to have any defenses, these did not register on the augurs as they were looking for warm bodies, but these are walking corpses, by the Emperor! what have the enemy done?"

Troucescaeu was beside himself, this was not what he envisioned, this was unreal to him, he was locked in shock by the revelation. He watched as the shamblers waded in to the fire power of the sentinels and the platoons. He did not notice as the hills above were also showing signs of more shambling horrors emerging from behind boulders, bearing down on the company on a wide front.

He did not notice the activity on a hilltop, one where torches burned and incense had been discharged as a wild ritual, from a book on a lectern was being performed, one where the enemy was overseeing the attack and making their army march from.

Father Orlov readied his eviscerator, "They are getting too close, make ready for close combat!" But the Kommissar spoke next, "The ones shot in the head are staying down! aim for the head!" she barked as her bolt-pistol snapped off another round, another head exploding like an overripe melon. "Keep firing!"

The shambling enemy did not take cover, nor fall back, nor cry out, they just kept on moving towards the soldiers, their arms reaching out to them. Behind them, specialists of the enemy were setting up missile launchers to strike the sentinel walkers down.

Lt. Troucescau was unable to find words for this. His dream was falling apart before his very eyes! But it could be saved if his men triumphed, "Hold the lines!" he snapped. He was now truly, and thoroughly in the thick of it!

The other veteran units that came with them were doing a great job, living up to their reputation as the cream of the crop, they had one weapon that the shambling horde could not deal with very easily, flamers and heavy flamers, the side flanks of the company were aglow as these men attacked with the cleansing flame of promethium. The other veterans were firing their rifles to make sure the enemy troops died as well.

It was looking like dinner would be late.

this is going to get ugly...to say the least i expect than some hearty punch will be landed in that snotty of a face of Troucescaeu ...he earned it big time... against a battailion of zombies to fight...

and the enemy has gained seemingly acces to choas powers...that is new isn´t it?...well about time to see some rather not enough known inquisitor to make his first battling apearance...

one minor thought about Zvedvedov ...
i think she acts a bit too stereotypical female... commissars in my book should act if they had balls too...the blooming and bottled up relationship between her and vasily is something that might spice up the thoughts of her but she acts a bit week in the peaceful times...don´t want to correct anything it´s just making me wonder, that is all...

needless to say that i am eagerly waiting on the newest developments to progress...please make that fast!

vik

Oh Troucescaeu is in major shock!

My friend decided that he was going to stay Nurgle touched in his army due to German Zombies from the same company making Bolt Action, so he will be fielding zombie troopers in his army.

Well, the Khadrovian commissars are raised a bit differently as they have less contact with the main body of the Imperium. But wait, you will see a different side of her soon......

for me german zombies and this for a nurgle army seems a fitting package...on the one side ridiculing the still many folowers of this sorry bunch and on the other side showing their true spirit underneath it all by expressing how emotionless monsters they were...

i think she has to do so...one way or the other... if she comes out alive of that BBQ...

Well, I have to leave the story untold except fro the next installment.^^

I think you will be shown a new way to look at her and other women after all is printed, Afterall, they are a package of contradictions

too true...as i am married and all...women are a mystery or two^^

only on here for a minute, but nice work! zombie horde fighting...will the malleus get involved? Methinks so...

It will be a job for the agents of S.C.H.M.E.R.T.Z. to handle.

urgh... S.C.H.M.R.T.Z. ...are they the right people...i thought zombies had instantly "feels no pain"... and how can some painful organisation be the help here?...

only fooling around as it was to good to pass...^^

cool!
can't wait. You really are talented.

don´t get it...

it's probably a british thing...

think so^^

Lt. Troucescaeu was slowly realizing just what kind of trap they had stepped into, he had made the wrong assumption that the enemy did not have anything to defend this area as nothing had shown up on infrared or electromagnetic scans for troops or machines, but these troops were cold, dead, yet moving and attacking! Already, soldiers on the flanks were engaged in hand to hand, knives in hand or swinging the butt of their rifles or bayonets fixed to slash and stab the enemy troopers. The enemy clawed at them, or tried to bite the embattled Khadrovian soldiers.

1st platoon was in hand to hand, the sarge having cracked at the sight of these horrors turning to run, Kommissar Zvedvedov's hand whipped snakelike as she planted the barrel of the bolt pistol at his head and fired, his head exploding as soon as the bolt entered his brain.

With icey death look to her eyes, she yelled, "Now all of you will fight these blasphemies tot he Emperor and send them to hell alongside me RIIIIGHGT?!" and no one else made a move to run, she drew her power sword and activated the field, she fired bolts into head s already long dead, viscera spattering over the field, her sword moved as if possessed, and she decapitated shambler after shambler as the men fought with bayonets and rifle butts. Father Orlov observed the cold fury that had become the Kommissar's demeanor, and he made sure to loudly utter litanies of hate and banishment as he swung ferociously, his eviscerator carving the enemy into smaller bits, heads swung off shoulders, or they were bisected in half, allowing the troops to finish off the remnants. "Keep fighting you faithless Frakers! we have more to kill!" he bellowed. Father Orlov fought as an enraged Bear, the men and women under the command as a pack of wolves on the shambling horde before them, and the Kommissar, she fought as a whirling fury, her face passionless, yet determined, purposeful, her pistol and sword a ballet of death and destruction, if the shamblers grouped on a soldier, she would hack into the mass, laying waste to the writhing mass of bitten soldier and those biting them.

The veterans were also almost out of promethium canisters when they drew their close combat blades, almost short swords, Troucescaeu thinking bitterly of how he had mistakenly allowed Vasily and his hooligans to avoid this death. He finally drew pistol and sword, activating the powerfield himself and ordering his entourage "Prepare to sound a retreat." he said to the vox-caster. The man looked quizzically at him, "Don't you mean a regroup order sir?" the other vets assigned him in this command group all looked at him in a way he did not like. "Yes, yes, of course! regroup! we need to fall back and regroup that's it!" he was sweating, and pale, the men around him could see it on his face.

The ones performing the ritual fueling this battle were lead by a man in uniform, his face bearing a smile. "oh so sweet irony, once we finish here, their bodies will help replenish the ranks, and we will not even re-uniform them, no, let them wear their own uniforms, it will make it all the sweeter when they realize that they are facing what once was theirs!" he chuckled.

Above the ritual, on a ledge, both the enemy and the battle were observed. This was the one, the target, the ritual that the Inquisitorial agent, Mikhail had told and briefed them about.

In a whisper. "Our friends are in a pinch, Rostov, Ogre, Heller, Galier and Marko, take the left side, I'll take the others and hit 'em from the right. No mercy, we are to wipe the bastards all out, Mr. Romanov wants the head of the officer and that will make him happy." they all agreed, "Right boss!" they whispered back. They had been dropped into position a while ahead of the company via grav chutes and by a different Valkyrie so as not to tip off the Lieutenant. Theirs was a specially S.C.H.M.E.R.T.Z. sanctioned kill mission. At his command they separated, and moved to position, all had a target, and no one was to escape. Each had just enough of their personal bottles to take one swig for luck, and then awaited the command from the boss. He looked down below, and saw the raging battle.

Teana Zvedvedov had not had a clean upbringing, orphaned and fighting for herself before being made into one of the Konfederacy political officers, she had always excelled where fighting was concerned, she had always shad problems with relating to most other people, and she learned that she had this ability to block all else out as she fought others, to focus like a laser cutter on the targets around her, she had passed top of her class in martial prowess, and had been able to be coldly dispassionate when meting out punishments. Her academy nick name was the "Frost Queen" as no one could seem to get her to accept a date with them. Nothing seemed to melt her heart, and now, in combat that frosty demeanor was back on, full force, moving so fast that some swore later on she had more than one set of arms in action.

Father Orlov wa sthe opposite, he was enraged, these shambling corpses were an affront to him and his faith, a spit in the eye of the God Emperor! a base travesty! He would eliminate all that came in reach of his massive eviscerator, he caught brother Justinian and his squad reduced in size, surroiunded and about to be swamped by shambling horrors when Orlov cleared a path for them to join and fight in such a way as to clear a path, they were isolated, cut off, 1st platoon had not been able to hear the order to regroup, and had become a pocket of life amongst a sea of dead, animated flesh. The worst part was watching fallen comrades rise again, as they too were now shamblers, making the horde even worse than before.

The Major looked at the scene below, he was in charge of this fight now, the loyalists below had no chance! as long as the ritual kept being fed by the priests at the altar behind him nothing could stop the great work of the Gods!

Vasily gave the signal, guards had their throats slit as they had turned away to watch the ritual, or the carnage below. Grenades landed amongst the priests as the remaining guards were shot down by rifle and melta fire.

The Major turned, this was not how the Colonel told him it was to go, they was no way they could have known! unless.... He drew his weapons, he would counter attack!
He shot at one of the attackers, Galier fell, wounded by the shot. The Major swung and Hellier was down, his leg sliced and cauterized, he was about to do more, but his power sword clanged against another, this was a keening, screaming weapon, combining the ferocity of a chain sword but the teeth were power fielded! "YOU!" he now knew who had dared to interrupt the ritual, "Yes, me." was all Vasily said as he and the Major went into combat, sparks flying as their weapons met again and again!

Below, the shamblers all fell to the ground, their mobility no longer being sustained by the dark ceremony above. Orlov and his fellow remaining priests assembled the men as best they could, Kommissar Zvedvedov regaining her semblance of human warmth, the Lieutenant his composure, and his wits.

The battle above was going badly for the Major, Vasily had a power weapon, and the skill to use it against him! worse, there were also several of his cohort pressing in with blades of their own as well. Knowing he was finished, he denied them victory, he turned his own sword and impaled himself on it. "Do not think this is over Khadrovian scum, death is just a new beginning, and the Gods will have me back in their service, one way or another!" and with that last breathe, he fell off the mountain side.

Looking down, over the edge, Vasily let out, "What a drama queen that one!" the men laughed, "Call in the lift, our job is done, but we only have the bastards' cap!"
he ordered.

"Boss, Gallier don't look so good." said Petrovich, their medkit guy. "Chatter, snap it up! we need to get going now!" Vasily snapped. Soon, the Valkyrie came and transported them back to base, Hellier would need a new leg, and Gallier, Gallier was their one true casualty, he died on the table.

The attack was able to press on, but with less troops and sentinels than it started with.

ah... good to see the bunch all together...
so Zvedvedov showed another side of her... an altogether different side... whats so special abouz vasily that he can even melt the frost queen... ^^
i hope now is payback time with that Lt... someserious butkicking... so many lives los due to his stupidness...

and now vasily and his crew are a wild card at the sleeve of mikhail...cool development!

when the crew hit the scene i even had goosebumps^^

That is for later development to be revealed what it is about our friend Vasily and how he has some special touch at making her warm up to him.

Oh I have plans for making him suffer for his follies!

Well, I did not have a scene with them, just left things with Orlov and Mikhail heading to Vasily's part of the base-camp^^

I know, after intro-ing them earlier on and then making them "Out of action" as it were, well, who else can override a officer behind the scenes???

I hope you were not drinking or eating anything when you realized it was Vasily and his lads sneaking around that mountain^^

no^^ eating is done^^ as is on some sleeping in a few minutes... this one was a really actionpacked installment...the bloodtoll was big... so much vets lost and also so much other troopers...i guess even so the Lt. will try to wriggle himslef out of that too...slimy little twerp that he is...

Okay good, you guys love to hate the Lt. very good!
That should be a good letting of excitement out for now.

^^

Now we shall also see how much Shrike liked it as well when he get's up later.

well thats a good point to say good night for me too^^

see you in the morning... mine that is^^

hope you do some pintwork too^^

cheers, vik

Sleep well, but today is not a paint day

Viktor von Domm wrote:and now vasily and his crew are a wild card at the sleeve of mikhail...cool development!

that's a really nice image there...a wild card at mikhail's sleeve...nice!
nice story, and I love how the kommissar has an almost split personality...nice!

Now you see what happens when you get on her bad side!

i think the two "V"s will sooth her when the fights are paused...^^

Well, things are not quite over yet.

I love to hate teasers! They're so delightfully annoyingly exciteful!