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Governor Thelios looked down from a railing to observe the newly trained and conditioned Death-commandos.

"Their exquisite. Shion." he called out to the woman next to him. She rose, her red velvet jacket making her stand out in the dark. "I'm glad milord."

The soldiers were stern and clad in Cadian issue gear and "Red Tiger" camouflage patterns on their fatigues. They had a almost souless look in their eyes.

Shion spoke softly. "This is the 119th platoon. Master Telios, all and all about 6 billion soldiers counting crew personnel and specialists"

Telios let out a deep sore sigh. "Were fighting atleast 10 billion ork's." A wicked grin crossed Shion's face "100 of the Death-commandos could take on their same in the warrior's of the astartes."

Telios flared back at her. "That's absurd! they may have a enhanced aggression level. and the best training a mortal man can receive but their still only human. He turned his tan jacket bore the aquilla of the Imperium on it's back. "Well, soon enough your toy soldiers will be tested, For the Emperor!" Shion put a fist above her heart and proclaimed. "For the immortal god Emperor!"

Later. At Xavia's spaceport.

Marcel Wallus looked forward as his unit of "Ard Boyz" or the new moniker for Veteran Guardsmen lay in anticipation in the concrete jungle.

Heavy Bolter's were set, Bunkers and a makeshift barricade were made. Leman Russ tank's rumbled across the armored sentinels stalked the city. A unknown hunger grew and grew in their hearts.

They wanted to kill, they wanted to savor each second they felt the kick of their autoguns. The dieing faces of the Ork their suffering. Marcel's soul shook as he heard "WAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"

The battle had begun.

A green tide poured toward the Death-commandos. A grim faced platoon offcier held out his powerfist and bellowed. "Kill them all!" immediately the Guardsmen held their weapons out and fired into the ork horde, dozens droping dead and green body parts and gore splattered as the grenade launchers fired.

"Da humies got dakka but were orks! we's made for fighting... and winning." The ork line fired as they ran many guardsmen were torn apart by the "Big Shootas" a stray rocket hit a armored sentinel and it gave off a fantastic explosion. Large high explosive shell's blew the Ork charge into oblivion.

"Hahaha! fething green bastards!" the officer fired his bolt pistol into the air.

But, a sudden explosion of the leman russ holding the line blew apart. Marcel turned. Nobs...

The large xenos brutes smashed and shot the guardsmen. "ahahaah!" a Nob noticed Guardsmen frantically trying the spin the heavy bolter's around.
he charged trampling a soldier to death and fired a single shot into the gunner's chest. The man next to Marcel held his flamer aloft and set the nob ablaze the greenskin rolled around and then died, his putrid flesh burning making the battlefield smell.

The last three nobs standing were still quite dangerous. The commander lunged at them with his powerfist. The nob stupid as it was swung back the energy around tore out the nob's arm as it reached up and hollered, Another shot killing the commander instantly. Marcel looked covered in blood and bit's of his commander's head, He took up the Platoon standerd and with it's sharpened tip drove it into the nob's chest.

Blood poured out drenching Guardsmen Wallus's boot's. The Ork screamed and then lay silent his eyes wide open. Marcel opened his arms out and yelled. "Kill Maim Burn!!!!"

Fear soon overtook the greenskins. With that same stern soulless look in their eyes. The Guardsmen affixed thier bayonet's and firing while charging, slew the Nob's.

The silence was broken by the Vox. "Platoon 64 Platoon 64!?! come in this is Commissar Jaska.

Marcel looked, disgusted at the mutilated corpse of the vox officer took the bloody mouth piece and spoke. "Guardsmen Marcel of the veteran squad of Platoon 64 here."

The Commissar's voice was cold but soft. "I assume the Commanding officer is dead?" 'Yes. I never heard of no Commissar before."

"I understand you are unfamiliar with Commissar's but I am going to assume command it is for Xavias sake." Marcel spat "Alright. Are I gonna sit here on my hand's or?"

The Commissar paused then spoke. "The main battle group is coming stay where you are or you will be punished... severely"

Marcel and his men stood looking out to the blood paved road and wondered what was to come.

More will come as feedback roll's in and i come up with the next little chapter.

Well written and gave me a hunger for more. I particularly liked the somewhat darker IG guys.

Thanks Anshal their will be a second chapter just for you.

Asmodeus ventured the hall's of the Libarium of Xavia. He blew dust off of a ancient record left behind by the Pagan people of Xavia. Upon it a eight sided star he slowly opened it and with a innocent fascination began to read it. Being one out of the 4 people left who knew the language.

"Ingenting annet enn ren kraft i det råeste form" He spoke out loud from the book.

Asmodeus slammed the book shut as Shion came over to him. "By the Emperor! what's with you!!!". The Imperial preacher smiled softly. "May the Emperors light shine upon you today....." his smile more humble.

"Well thank you Asmodeus but Thelios wanted for you to come to a meeting." "Oh? a meeting?"

Shion nodded yes immediately.

They entered a room with a map of Xavia upon the war with a jawed emblem representing ork positions.

Next to Governor Thelios... was a Space Marine.

8 feet tall of adamantium in the heraldry of the Nova Marine's the superhuman's stern eyes kept on the two small human's who walked inside.

As they reached their seat's. The Space marine spoke first in a calm almost monotone voice. "The ork are trying to storm the space port so, Upon the governor's counsel your guardsmen are to hold the port while my space marine attack their camp's."

Thelios interrupted "And upon that the Ork's will run to their bases, then the counter offensive shall be made."

Shion looked dumbfounded turning to Asmodeus suddenly then back to Thelios. "that's all?"

Thelio's snapped sharply "Yes, leave us."

The pair left, and as soon as the door closed the Space marine exclaimed. "Those two smell of Heresy."

Thelio's looked at the Space Marine in disbelief. "Why??"

Whoas!!! Moar, Moar!!

Very good I must say

Oh my just noticed that you have included a few Norwegian words... Pure win man, cookie for you