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ineptus astartes wrote:Walking to gamma squad’s hab block, he took stock of the build; the room they were occupying was a full three stories high, and each squad block was two stories high with storage on the top, and sleeping quarters at the bottom. Stepping inside Nate took a bed on the right wall near the door. Setting down his bag he peered around the room, the other troops that were in here:

Behind his cot was another co,t occupied by a trooper about his age and hight, wearing, what appeared to be a furry, vallhalan-style hat and carrying a backpack that looked like it could fit a chem-dog tank. Shifting his line of sight to the next cot, he saw a bedraggled looking solider with sergeant's stripes standing over 6 feet tall and an impressively developed physique, even for a catachan. Looking over to the far wall he watched as a trooper with a kukri, an immense machete like weapon on which the blade curved inward on an abrupt 45 degree angle, carefully paint the name 'Stumbo' on his bedstead.

On that same wall a trooper with the name 'Garm' stitched across his chest, collapsed on a bed and started snoring. on the wall opposite the door the vox-man set down his 'caster and began rummaging in his foot locker.

nate turned to his own locker and opened it.

this is pretty awesome! I sometimes wonder what a catachan barracks looks like. "Hey inept come visit us snipers for some las training!'' -Maa

we had a rather succesful encounter with some tyranids last night, including our rather heroic lord commissar charging into a hive tyrant (with a few ogryns) and taking 2 wounds off of it and killing it.

and ofcourse, the emperors honour wiping out a carnifex and 4 warriors, including a prime. and the catachan bell wiping out a unit of warriors in a single shot. and platoon alpha squad 1 and 2 SWO's wiping out 14 genestealers. in a single shot.
also, we have rough riders back
and 2 hydras

....into a hive tryant, marshall or at a hive tryant?

iinto being into contact with its an anglicism.

Priority VOX for an Mike Rotch. Mike Rotch sir.
Some strange encryptions...

the contents were simple, a lasgun a stubgun ten las-packs and flak amour. The only thing different, was that his footlocker contained an armband, with the red cross of the ordos hospitalars and a large medi-kit. Nate went wide eyed and picking up the armband he slipped it onto his arm.

Closing the footlocker Nate laid back on his bed, and closed his eyes.

“Hello?” Nate opened one eye.

“Yes?” he said.

The be-capped trooper was sitting on his bed looking at him “Hey”

Nate sat up “hi, who are you?”

“Russki” the solider replied

“Nathaniel Damascus, but…err, call me Nate”

Russki looked at the armband. “You the platoon medic?”

Nate glanced at the armband and grinned, “yeah, medicae was one of my courses in scholum.”

“I see, you ever shot a lasgun?” asked Russki.

“Nah used an auto-rifle a few times though.”

Russki smirked, “Yeah, me too, ‘course on catachan, you loose your breathing privileges if you don’t know how to shoot a gun.”

Nate nodded “No kidding.”
Russki removed his pistol and began cleaning it.
“Where you from?”

“Hell-town, you know, the ruins of catachan secundis, you?”

“The starport”

“Oh? I’ve been there a couple times.”

There was a sharp crackle over the intercom followed by commissar wasabi’s barking voice
“Gamma platoon, report to the firing range, three decks below. You’re working with the sniper cadre today, move out!”

you know you arn't actually a medic yes? just checking.

yeah I know just 'fluff'-wise

okay, just remember the fluff is based off of the reality

Sure.
(it's just always irked me that the guard never had medics on a platoon level so i figured they just dot make stats for them. and this would only be in the cases of medium wounds [wounds that don't show up in game] of to stabilize them till they get to the company medic.

like a squad first aider.
good idea

i have decided to not kill you guys off. i know this is a strange decision but 1/ i have grown rather fond of you and 2./ it is a tonne of work, instead we shall assume you all have a limitless supply of siblings or something

hlaine.larkin wrote:like a squad first aider.
good idea

yeah just like that.

I like the story!

thanks!

hlaine.larkin wrote:we had a rather succesful encounter with some tyranids last night, including our rather heroic lord commissar charging into a hive tyrant (with a few ogryns) and taking 2 wounds off of it and killing it.

and ofcourse, the emperors honour wiping out a carnifex and 4 warriors, including a prime. and the catachan bell wiping out a unit of warriors in a single shot. and platoon alpha squad 1 and 2 SWO's wiping out 14 genestealers. in a single shot.
also, we have rough riders back
and 2 hydras

Commander Seric: Good job crew, and I think this proves the merits of staying away from the enemy and firing from a distance once again, Sigmund. ( also, how many kill points is a MC in the tank league?)

i don't know, i guess elite infantry

133 sniper kracken- I agree. I enjoy just sitting back and letting my enemies just walk right into my crosshairs.

<grumbles about glory-boy tankers>

130 Commissar Wasabi reporting in:

I am honoured that my old cap has become an icon of the 222nd. I only hope my new hat's legacy will be as great as the old one.

Well fought against the Tyranid threat... men. *Glances at JKB briefly* You faced down a hungering detachment of tyranid monstrosities with all the steely resolve and iron will usually only reserved for Astartes companies. It was stirring.

And Wolfshead, for firing your laspistol out of the viewport of the Wrath and blasting the insidious genestealer that outflanked me, I've decided to remove an entire page of disciplinary charges from your records. Now you're down to... *flips through a dataslate* Fourty-three pages of disciplinary charges.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got an investigation to carry out.

On an additional note, It's true that catachan regiments have an infamous distrust of outsiders. When I first arrived in our regiment's camp, I narrowly escaped three separate "accidents" on the brief walk to the Marshall's office.

If a graduate of the Schola Progenium barely survived his first night with a Catachan unit, I shudder to think what would happen to your average trooper from off-world.

hey i was wondering when i was going to be put on the list i applied to be a loader. if i can get any help that would be great. also love the work your doing with this keep up the good work

metalhead wrote:hey i was wondering when i was going to be put on the list i applied to be a loader. if i can get any help that would be great. also love the work your doing with this keep up the good work

i do apologise, i keep seeing your message and then getting distracted now! what was your troopers name and i will do it now

its ok just reminding you. You can use metalhead thanks for letting me have a place in your regament sir!

Dr_Wasabi wrote:On an additional note, It's true that catachan regiments have an infamous distrust of outsiders. When I first arrived in our regiment's camp, I narrowly escaped three separate "accidents" on the brief walk to the Marshall's office.

If a graduate of the Schola Progenium barely survived his first night with a Catachan unit, I shudder to think what would happen to your average trooper from off-world.

I remember you dodging what looked like a thousand poisonous spines off of some unsavory critter.

The boys got pretty creative with these attempts at fragging.

also commissar, it wasn't me who put that mini explosive charge in your medal for gallantry...

At least they stopped after the first month. Either you lot got bored, or I earned my place here somehow.

Either way, I'd still rather chance it with the 222nd than be attached to my old PDF unit.

You survived, i think thats enough. it's not we dislike commissars, we just think rthey should have the same experiences as every catachan. we only try to poison you to try and help you survive

Heh, my tutors never enlightened me that Catachan 'help' might be as hazardous as what the Catachans themselves might be 'helping' you from.

thats the idea, your normal trooper has 17 years standard to live on catachan before he signs up, is he gonna respect someone who hasn't been through the same?

With all due respect, Marshall, I wouldn't expect them to.

However, thankfully before I began my training with the Commissariat, I served for fifteen years as a Stormtrooper, and then followed that with five years of training as a Junior Commissar on live battlefields, so I've had plenty of experience with "hardship".

All of that failed to prepare me for the family of barking toads under my bunk, though. That was a real adrenaline rush.