Colonel Ibrovich gazed out accross the battlefield, accross the littered equipment and depris, accross the bodies of the fallen, so many dead to many. He was standing in the dropships observation patform, it gave him a commanding view of the field, it was designed to allow commanders to assess the situation in the opening minutes when a regiment makes planet fall. Unfortunately General Kabanov insited he stay aboard the Troop ship in high orbit above Novaria, Pegasus. Kabanov had told him that losing key commanders early in the war would be incredably demorilizing, Key, Key commanders he though, he let out a long sigh. As he was gazing accross the war torn landscape infront of him, named drop site alpha 1, or hell as the the guardsmen had taken to calling it. He spotted someting bright and waving in the distance, at the foot at one of the giant pill boxes, "Emperor be damned, Those are the regimental colours!" He said aloud. A moment later he felt a gloved gauntlet rest on his shoulder. "Commissar" He said to the owner of the gloved hand, "Colonel, How are you?" replied Commissar Cain. "90% Cain, 1,962 Guardsmen, my guardsmen. Tell me Commissar how many of them died by your hand?" Asked Ibrovich, Commissar Cain and the colonel had served together for over 10 years and had grown accustomed to eachother, some ,may even say they were friends. Cain had known the Colonel long enough to know what he meant. "Non Colonel, not one guardsman turned back towards the Dropship, they all fought with valour to the very end." Cain replied again, "Thats good to hear Commissar" Ibrovich replied still gazing out accross the battlefield, his eyes fixated on the regimental Standard. "The rest of our new recruits will be joining us tomorrow Ibrovich, the 11th will be made whole yet again, and you will lead your men to victory, again" Cain said to the colonel. " 218 men, thats all I really have left Cain, 218 veterans, you cant win a war with conscripts commissar". Ibrovich replied. "Dammit Sebastion, pull yourself together. You are probably the best Immperial commander I have ever met and the only one ive allowed to become my firend. Remember on Ixius IX, Your single handedly led a resistance of Imperial citezens from behind enemy lines and paved the way for the imperial assault that won that damned war! Your a great leader and no matter who is under your command I know you can get the job done, and I know that you would raqther lay down your life then fail the 11th. Im hear to make sure that happens, and I say that as your friend and commrade, not a commissar." The commissar said the Ibrovich. "Thank you commissar, your dismissed" The Colonel replied, still facing Hell, "Aye colonel" Cain said with a crisp salute then started to walk down the stairs when from over his shoulder he could hear, "Emperor damn it somone get me a Chimera, Im going to retrive my gods forsaken colours!" he heard Sebsation Ibrovich order sternly, and a sly smile crossed Commissar Cains face.
He tried to open his eyes but couldnt make anything out, His vision was a blur, he tried to move but a sharp pain shot up from his hip and made him yelp. He laid back down and his head hit something soft.. a pillow, but he still couldnt tell exactly where he was. "whoa whoa easy there son" said a tall man looking down on him in blooddrenched white coveralls. "come back to me Trooper Calix, stay awake, here ill get you something for the pain" The medicae Officer said to Calix as he waved over a medic for a stimlant injector. "My name is Liutennant MArks, ive been addressing your wounds for the last 24 hours. Can you tell me where you are?" Marks said as he injected the stimulants into Calix's arm. "Hive Tarxes, Dronia Primus, ahhhh wait no" his senses were slowly coming back to him. " No ahh Novaria prime, Drop site... Bravo 3?" Calix finally replied "calm down son, take it easy you at least got half of that right, your in a field hospital in the 11ths battlefort. your regiment? before you ask like everyone else has, yes you won, The major stormed the last Pillbox personally, it took several hours but your regiment finally got it done." Marks told Calix. As he lay there after pondering on the Lieutennants words, he sat up and looked around the room and could see atleast another dozen guardsmen in beds being attended to by medicae staff, he hoped that was all the wounded there was. "So, lets try another test,
ID trooper?" Marks promptly asked, "Trooper Horatio Calix, 11th Dronian Regiment 2nd company, Service number 304117" Calix responded with Practise clarity. The drill sergeants on Dronia had well drilled all that into them and Calix could rescite on the spot off the top of his head. "Good work son, so about your injurys" The doctor asked while he flipped through his notepad. "Well doc?" asked Calix with unease. "You were knocked unconcious by a near miss with a mortar shell and it broke your leg, luckily for you a medic by the name of Ahriman stopped your bleeding, and dragged your sorry ass back to the dropship." said Marks, "now get some rest Calix, you should be on your feet within the wekk"
"Regimental Formation you dogs! now, Form up or ill shoot you all myself" Cain screamed over the rabble of the 11th, in the courtyard of there newly erected fort. "Now I have some wonderful news for you, the rest of our new conscripts as you can see behind me have decided to join us from the Pegasus" The commissar announced. He was met with a chuckle throughout the soarly depleted ranks of the 11th. "Emperor damn you, do not mistake my comment for banter, I am serious. These troops have just fineshed their training and are as good as any other Imperial guardsman in the emperors domain. They will fight tooth and nail just as you have done, and they will fight by you as we ransack Novaria Hive, because they are your brothers in arms now. The time for morning is over, now it is time to avenge our fallen brothers. Ooh ah Dronians!" The commissar said, Calix could remember seeing the faces of the guardsmen as he decended the drop ships ramp, their bodies falling off the sides. Bullets biting into the ground all around him, The mortar round smashing him off of his feet and then everything going pitch black. "Ooh ah" he responded with the remnants of the 11th. 'Good to hear Guardsmen, Now commanders and NCOs on me for your briefing, The rest of you, Dismissed!" Cain finished. "Damned greedhorns, cant belive it. just like that we are ment to embrace them as if they were in hell with us, bah! they know nothing!" Griffon exclaimed from their table in the mess hall. "Shut up Griffon you fat oaf, no one is asking you to do that, but face the facts, no way could just over 200 men take on the Novarian traitors, we need the reinforcements, No one is asking you to forget our commrades and replace them, but just accept these rookies, otherwise we are all dead." Zakaiev replied. The two men are from Calix's squad, and always had differing opinions, in the end there arguments always led to them switching sides and arguing eachothers oposing points, it was entertaining. calix was glad they had survived, he didnt know much people when he was conscripted, but Zakaiev was friendly enough, and Griffon eventually came around. "What about you Calix, Huh? like your first taste of action? One has to ask why some emperor frosaken Conscript survived over an honest guardsman, am I right?" Griffon shot at Calix. "Shut the frak up Griffona and keep stuffing your face!" Liutennant Arimov roard over the mess hall. The sergeant had been promoted to Platoon commander to compensate for the 11ths loses, which Calix though was fair, as he was agood man. "Corporal Calix, Sergeant Zakaiev, congratulations you have jsut been field promoted, on your damn feet and follow me!" Calix and Zakaiev shot straight up onto their feet but both men were questioning what had just happend and why. "Do i need to ask again Soldiers?" Arimov asked, raising his voice, "No sir" they both promptly replied and hurried off after him.
Trooper Richtor Patrolled atop the rampart of the Eastern wall of the 11ths Fort. He and his Platoon had morning watch all throughout the Fort, his squad got sentry duty. He checked his chronometer as he stoped for a minute, it was 0136hrs. The cold Novarian wind swept over him and he shudderd, he was frustrated that he had gotten first watch, but he knew that from now on everyone had to pull there weight. After the 11th, 42nd and 53rd regiments had secured a beach-head on Novaria Primus, they had set up forward defensive forts to secure there gains and allow the remainder of the imperial army to muster on the planet and move to their staging areas to begin the Campaign on Novaria. The Forts comprised of a Mess hall, Parade ground, Barracks, Armoury and a Small vehicle Depo, all the parts were sent straight down from the fleet and were put together on the spot, it took no less than a day. Richtor stopped to gaze out into the darkness towards the rebels presumed positions, as he was staring he noticed a small but distinct flash of light, followed by another and another and several more. Then the sound caught up to the light and he could hear the unmistakeable sound of earth shaker cannons, "Incoming!" was all he could yell out before a earthshaker round exploded on the exact spot that he was standing. Klaxons around the entire fort were sounding, and guardsmen were hurridly rushing to there assigned positions. The shelling had stopped and Colonel Ibrovich knew exactly what was coming next. an infantry assault followed by a armoured spear head, Standard Guard attacking doctrine. He ordered a company onto every rampart and then another into each of the pill box like walls. The he positioned his heavy weapons on the parapets and requested armour support from the nearby 42nd, and finally he prayed to the god emperor. Calix and his squad took up there firing positions, led by there newly promoted Zakaiev, He checked his ammo, set his mk 36 to single fire, and then finally aimed down the sights. "Now remember troopers, The dogs will be coming at us from under the cover of darkness, so make your shots counts, no wasted amunition, Sergeants set your range finders to 300m, then you have permsiion for weapons free, Ooh ah" Lt Arimov vox to his platoon. Calix was aiming straight out into the darkness, and he honestly couldnt see any more than what looked like 100m, but human sillouets were pretty disticnt to a trained Imperial Guardsman. His heart was racing and his palms sweating, this would be his first major battle that he was to stand and fight, but he controlled his breathing adjusted his aim and waited for the order. "Fire, fire, fire!" Zakaiev ordered, as did the rest of the sergeants of 2nd and 5th company along the eastern wall, and the night was light up in what seemed like a wonderful colour show from a distance, but was infact a deadly opening volley of precisely aimed las bolts. Calix gripped his trigger and pulled again and again and again, each time a las round struck true and he could see the dark figures that he hit drop. But it seemed for ever 1 that he or his squadmates killed 10 more took there place. "200m Troopers, weapons free!" and on that order from Zakaiev, Calix switched his Las gun from single fire to full auto, but continued to fire in controlled bursts at the charging traitors. He could see them alot better now as they came into range of the forts flood lights, he was dropping a few at a time instead of just 1. The ex novarian guardmsen didnt wear the standard issue cadian gear that the Dronians wore, they wore long trench coats with flak armour over that and an archaic bucket helmat. They were being slaughtered by there 100s but they kept coming. Calix's mag ran dry and he ducked behind the rampart to slam a fresh one in. As he was doing he saw the heavy bolter fire teams in one parapet barking furious death into the traitors one minute, then the next it exploded into a furious orange ball of flames and the guardsmen up there were no where to be seen, then he glanced to his right to see the las cannon teams open fire upon Major vorns orders. He popped his head and his rifle back up to fire, just in time to see two leman russ battle tanks explode from within, as the heavy las round detonated their ammunition. he took aim again and continued firing at the traitors, The infantry was all but destroyed but now they had to contend with this enemy armour, and with no heavy armour of their own besides the heavy weapon teams, they were almost defencless. Calix prayed the guardsmans prayer to the emperor as he fired another burst at a group of traitors. Then as if on cue a squadren of Leman russ battle tanks burst into his field of few and promptly fired upon the enemy armour, and exploded another tank, then to his left another squadren came into view and popped even more of the bastard rebels tanks. Between the combined fire of the 11ths infantry and the 42nds tanks the rebels were driven back, for now.
Look out for pt2 chapter 2
coming soon
Part 1 here
http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/481802.page
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