Mod could I get this moved to the Dakka Fiction, I plan on writing this up but dont want to bog down the painting section. This is my attempt to write up my regiment fluff and history through told story. All guardsmen and equipment/tanks are actually owned by me.
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Major Fasolt sat in his chair, one of the few luxuries if you could call a steel chair that, in his
HQ. The outside rain ran down the dirt sides of the bunker, even being 8 feet below the surface the rain could reach him. His command staff stood around him or leaned against the wall, already drenched what did the wet walls do to them. His map laid out before him he scanned it, already knowing everything about the map. They had come to Styke, 156 Terran rotations earlier, the Battalion had been attached to the greater army group to put down the rebel uprising here on Styke. The opening of the war saw the Imperial Guard take all major land and cities on the Southern part of this giant island but the North still was held by their rich planetary governors and armies. This is where Fasolt and his company found himself on the left flank of the larger army, securing a picketed front line. Being a Mechinized Division, high command Emperor bless them had sent the Division forward to disrupt enemy supply lines and act as a screen against any large offense by the rebels. Unlike most planets, Styke weather and atmosphere made it impossible for planes or reconnaissance to happen, so Charlie company was assigned as the early warning system.
Fasolt looked up from his thoughts, "Ok Lt Holt, lets get this briefing started updated me on headcounts and any other concerns"
Holt " Yes sir, as it stands we have 184 guardsmen" down almost 35 guardsmen "not including any of the bodies Capt Hardy commands". Capt Hardy was the commander of the attached armored support given up by the Vernoni 8th armored Division. "As you know sir, our numbers are only sustained by the reinforcements given over by the local PDFs and ummm reorganized regiments" Holt was putting it lightly, he meant other regiments torn apart past effiectiveness and given over as reinforcments. The 121st was lucky enough to have political pull and never had to reorganize, they only recieved the reinforcements. In fact only 15 of the original 225 were left from Mayar.
"Thank you capt Holt, Sarg Vixz the S4 report please." Fasolt knew this was going to take awhile, Vixz was if anything, thorough. To make him give an abbreviated S4 report was to ask for an hour long complaint later in the day. So Holt let me drown on.
"Sir we have the following field supplies:"
"Thank you!" The major said loudly, to wake up those who had nodded off. No one slept well in this weather "Cpt Hardy you're up. Please make it brief" Fasolt admired the cpt, his mustach was the only which could rival his own and he always put his precious tanks on the line to support the thrusts Charlie company did. Though he out ranked Hardy, he knew not to act like his superior, all tank commanders were like that and Charlie company would need the armored support to push the rebels back into their cities.
"Surely Major, as it stands all 5 tanks are operational.The executioner, both demolishers and both Leman Russes. The techpriest and his two servitors have made sure of it"
"Good, good" replied the Major "Try and keep them moving in this muck, last thing we need is them bogged down in their saddles. I plan on making a thrust into their supply lines soon. Does anyone have anything else to add before I proceed?" He look out across the table. To his left the priest stood motionless with his shiny bald head beading sweat and water. He made the sign of the aquila and shook his head. Commissar Nanney hid beneath his large cap, arms crossed and bolter strapped to his hip. Thankfully only a handful had met their end by that bolter or that bolters brothers who patroled the camp. Nanney didnt bother moving. 2nd LT Vilba nodded his head no, he was the commander of the left over Catchatan 306th which had been absorbed by the Mayar. They made excellent scouts and sentries, even if they were a little rough around the edges. Fasolt made no effort to clean up those "edges", to do so would cause issues for everyone. No one represented the psykers or Ratlings, they had no use for needing to know battle plans.
"Ok fine. This wretched weather is supposed to let up in three days and we anticipate attacks along the Divisions front. I want all squads rested and supplied today and tomorrow. Inspections will go on the 2nd day. Lts your mens equipment needs to be on point or the Commissar here will have your head. Vilba take your men forward in picket positions, you know what to do." This would get the Catchatans out of the camp to do as they pleased and they enjoyed the forests infront of the positions. "Get your firing pits and firing lines in positions, ensure the mortars are ranged in and for the love of the emperor site in those range finders. If I have another artillery round drop within 50 yards of our position I am going to execute you myself." He knew it likely wasnt the range finders but the fex Basilisks in the rear who didnt know how to work their guns. "Lastly, if we have to get out of dodge, our fall back point is here. At the edge of the city. Code name Fire Lizard" He pointed to the map.
"Fire Lizard?" Vilba spoke up.
"I dont know Lt, its a code name, my creative juices were spilled during our campaign against the Orks back on Frizil" By creative juices he meant his blood, but that wasnt the point. "Any questions? No? Ok go ready the troops, also which ever squad can come up with a bottle of that good stuff that Bravo company keeps hidden, theyll get rearguard duty..." Stealing was the way of life on the front, privates to majors had to have their fun. "Dismissed"
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