Hey,
The plan was to write some short backgrounds for some of the characters in my army.
Which later became that I made up a planet, with regiment background.
All and all, I started writing short stories, which I send to fellow Dakkites.
So for the following story, I am going to update a new page every week (if possible).
I am not too happy with the introducion. And a compliment about having little orginality and imagination was really helpful...
I hope you like it and C&C is welcome!
The planet Solawer was attacked by the Tau forces. The Tau, corrupting as they are, managed to get a large part of the population by their side. The Imperial Govenor send out one last message, that they wouldn’t hand over the planet without a fight. However the loyalists were no match for the Tau forces. After 3 years of war, a small Imperial fleet had gathered around the planet and launched an attack. 30 years later the Imperial forces were still battling the Tau invaders. Slowly they were taking back the planet. Fresh reinforcements are still arriving to liberate the planet. Among them is the Bataviran 197th “Iron Wolves”.
The Bataviran regiments are known for their rapid attack style and the fact that all of them are children. Every guardsmen that the planet provide is around the age of 17. Often these children charge into the enemy, seizing vital positions and then remaining there until they are all wiped out or relieved.
The Bataviran charge units are all built around the same style. 205 guardsmen and 3
Le mann russes for each company. Of course the guardsmen ride in their Chimera’s. After an attack there are usually around 50 men left. These men are then put into the next company, so they can teach the fresh soldiers what the battlefield is like. So after the first company attacks, the survivors are added to the second company and so on.
This time, the honour was awarded to the seventh company. The entire company was gathered in the muddy fields. All 253 men, 26 chimera’s and crew as well as the three
LRBT’s. The tanks formed half a circle, in the middle was the company commander. Most of the men stood in front of them, some sat upon the ground and the tank crews sat upon their tanks. It was quite an interesting view, the half of the company wore flak armour, while the other half preferred their Skadian greatcoats.
‘’Listen up,’’ The company commander started, “For most of you this is the first time you are going to enter combat. Don’t worry about what is going to happen, just make the Emperor proud.” He stepped aside so everyone could see the map. He pointed at the map, “This entire place is a gigantic pile of mud and snow. Just like on Batavira, so there is not much difference! This is where we are and here is an Aracadian regiment. They cannot move forward or retreat because of the artillery guns, which are here. That is why we are gonna attack. We are going to help our Aracadian brothers, I shall only give one order. Destroy that artillery and stay in that position! Then you wait there until reinforcements arrive, which are probably the Aracadians. I don’t care how you do it, but I want those guns destroyed by this time tomorrow! We will enter combat within one hour. May the Emperor smile upon you!”
The soldiers had one hour before they would go into combat. It felt as if this was the longest hour of their lives. Most of them listened to the advice from officers or the veterans. “It’s best if you eat now, because if you get shot in the stomach and there is still fresh food in it, you could get all sorts of nasty diseases.” Another one said: “Take a gak five minutes before you enter combat, so you don’t piss yourself.” The best advice still was: “Shave yourself, so that if you die… They can still say he was a pretty guy.”
Some of the soldiers played a card game inside a Chimera. “What do you think it will be like?” Johann Hamm asked. “How many of us will be sitting here tomorrow?” Ace Mirrov chuckled, “I feel like the first time I kissed a girl… But don’t worry Johann, I will keep you safe. Because if I didn’t you could never pay me the money I have won now.” Ace laid out four aces. “I won,” he said smiling. He picked up the cards and started shuffling. “Another game then?”
-“Nah, this time I watch,” Alisha Burda, the vox casteress, said. She was the only dark skinned trooper in the company. It was because her parents were immigrants from another planet. She needed to check if the vox was in working order. “Burn to Sparky, Burn to Sparky, do you copy?” She waited a while and then started again. “Burn to Sparky, do you copy?” Again she waited for a reply, but there came none. “Dammit Karl, answer me,” she yelled.
-“Thanks for waking me up… Couldn’t you let me sleep?”
“Not yet, we are about to enter combat within ten minutes, so I need you to be awake.”
-“Dammit…”
Everyone was extremely nervous. The engines of the tanks were humming softly. Everyone was silent, thinking about the oncoming battle, about who would be here tomorrow… This was it, you couldn’t back out anymore. Everyone climbed into their vehicles. The doors went shut and the tanks went unto their destination.
The sounds of the battle could vague be heard. The artillery that was aimed at the loyalists their tanks, the Lemann russes that opened fire upon the heretics. The company commander said one thing: “All tanks forward, kill the heretics in the name of the Emperor!”
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You could barely hear anything inside the Chimera except for the sound of the engine and small arms firing bouncing of the hull of the tank. The space was cramped with guardsmen. Irana Bonterre remembered the only order that the Company Commander had given. “Destroy those guns!”
And now they were driving at the heretics their bunkers. The heretics that were in front of the bunkers were crushed beneath the threads or shot by the Batavirans that fired from the lasports. Bonterre her heart raced inside her body. This was her first mission as a sergeant. She kissed the aquila she had around her neck. “May the Emperor smile upon us,” she whispered.
Suddenly the Chimera came to a violent halt. Several men fell to the ground. Before they had time to get up there was a second impact. “Everyone out!” Irana yelled. She and eight others where out of the tank when it received a third impact and exploded. “Poor Nurr, he was still inside,” someone muttered. After he said these words the guardsmen died, his head exploded after being hit by a Heavy Bolter. Everyone dove towards the ground. One wasn’t fast enough and was hit in the side. Two more Heavy Bolter opened fire upon them. The bullets digged their way into the dirt around the soldiers. Another Bataviran soldier was hit by the Heavy Bolters. Blood rushed out through wound on her side. Irana cursed loud, why couldn’t her first battle as a sergeant be an easy one?!
Sammy Panzer saw how one of his Chimera’s got hit and how nine people could jump out before it received a new impact. “That is Bonterre’s ride!” Bryon Reinne yelled. Sammy sat down on the bench again, he couldn’t do anything, yet... He had two squads left to follow him, he hoped it would be enough. He looked around, all of his guardsmen were nervous, most of them had never seen combat before. He hadn’t either, but due a lack of experienced officers, he was promoted to a platoon commander. Jean, the plasma gunner, who sat opposite of Sammy was eating some food. He grinned when he saw that the platoon commander was looking at him. He had ignored the advice from one of the veterans. “I won’t get hit, so I don’t have to worry about infections, sir.” Nuzdov, who sat next to Jean, was talking with Bryon. Nuzdov had been into combat before with the sixth company against some Tau. The entire company was shrinked to the size of a platoon. “I found her laying on the ground,” he pointed at the gun, “her user lay in pieces around her. She was covered in blood, so I picked her up and removed the blood. And guess what, she was still able to fire!”
-“How do you know it won’t explode? Plasma is quite dangerous.”
“She behaves herself, I know she will and besides… I got more firepower then your puny flashlight.”
-“But atleast my gun won’t explo…” Bryon couldn’t finish his sentence because the tank was shaken violently. Some Batavirans fell from their benches. The body of the commander fell inside the tank, his head missing.
“Sir,” the driver yelled, “we need someone in the turret!” Sammy gave out a few orders and climbed in the turret. Blood from the previous commander was everywhere. There was even a hand upon the heavy Stubber. He saw how there were still 22 Chimera’s left for the assault and he saw how one of his tanks received a direct hit. The soldiers inside it were blown out of the tank while it turned into a ball of fire, they probably had kept the rear door open. Sammy focused his attention forward, they still has to cross around 600 yard before they could attack the guns. He removed the hand from the commander and started firing the Heavy Stubber.
