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To hell with the haters, Im going to continue because im a fan of my own creation haha.

Trooper Kovo ran as fast as his legs could carry him, but he was slipping and sliding in the thick Novarian mud. Bullets and las bolts crashed into the earth all around him but still he pressed on, it was his duty even as his commrades around him were being slaughtered. His regiment the 27th Petrovic, had been ordered to commence the spear head as the Imperial forces on Novaria attempted to gain more territory, they had launched an assault on the captital spce port, but unfortunately had met stiffer resistance than expected. The Traitorus Novarians had entrenched themselves around the perimeter of the giant complex and were well armed, atleast armed anough to tackle a single regiment. But the stoic guardsmen from Petrova would rather fall in battle then turn and run, no matter the odds. Kovo's trench coat was slicked with mud as he ran on, feeling like the only Petrovic left alive, he glanced to his left to see a few guardsmen running with him, and his he was filled with pride as he knew he would die with his commrades. He was close to the massed gun line now, only about 100m out, the sky over his head was bleak as was the mud that he sprinted accross. Then before he reaslised it he felt a burning hot pain in his stomach and felt something warm spray accross his face as he was knocked off of his feet into the dark brown mud. He had taken a heavy stubber round to the sternam and he was finding it near impossible to breath. As he lay dieing he could see the rest of his commrades fall, he was proud to die in the company of such brave men, and as he drifted off into dreamless sleep he could hear the regiments priest rumbling the Emperors Prayer in his Ear bead, then Kovo Finally closed his and drifeted off into a peacefull, endless sleep.

General Kabanov composed himslef as he prepared to enter the war room from his mobile command fortress, 'The bucket". His adjudent Liuetennant Levanius pulled the large marble doors open and he marched into the room, stood at his place then addressed the room. "Gentlemen its a genuine pleasure to have you gathered here today, we have pressing matters to discuss" Kabanov said to all the regimental commanders under 1st army's command, his command. 20 Majors, commanders and colonels ended their private discussions, stood ram rod upright and saluted the General. "Now, you have all heard about the complete destructions of 2nd armys 27th Petrovic regiment, its a bloody disastor. No one new that the damn traitors were dug in so well, and the truth is our naval support is just damn poor as we cant get satalite targeting on the damned planet and the emperor knows why, oh you may take a seat gentlemen". He informed his officers as they slid back into their chairs. "Lord millitant commander Dubris has informed me and 2nd army commander General Marsh, that we are to leave behind 5 regiments to secure our foothold on Novaria Prime while the rest of the army advances on the enemy forces. We will start with the Space Port, 2nd will then launch a pincer attack on Novaria Prime, if we take out these two installations then the war could be over sooner than expected. Now we must conserve our men as our closest reinforcments are 6 months away. I know its daunting men, but it must be done, for the Imperium and for the Emperor." Kabanov announced as he looked at the faces of all of his commanders, one face stood out at him in particular, Colonel Ibrovich's there was a stern and hardy expression on his face as always, but he could tell the man had seen a lifetime of warfare, almost literally, and couldnt take much more. "Dissmissed all of you" he barked, and as the Commanders filed out of the room, he caught Ibrovichs stare, but quickly looked away, man should be a damned commissar he thought to himself.

Calix's head rattled as he rode in the back of heavy Chimera transport. The Novarian landscape seemed to be the same wherever you went, muddy desolate and harsh, he wondered what there streets in the cities were like. The Dronian 11th was on the move, as was the rest of the Novarian Imperial 1st army, they were going to set up a massive FOB (forward operating base) but they needed secure land to do so, so the 11th, 93rd, 67th and 112th were being sent in to secure land and vox back to HQ the all clear. They advanced as one massed column, hundreds of chimeras and Atlas Heavy troop carriers all advancing at full pace to their destination, not to mention the several attached Leman russ companies to provide security for the vulnerable transports. They were headed for a patch of relatively dry land about 4 kilometers away from the Prime space port. "Enjoying the ride Corporal?" Sergeant Zakaiev asked Calix, He turned his head and replied "Hell no sarge, im trying to hold last nights chow in." "haha, soft. This is what the guards about right here buddy, riding in the back of some rust bucket to your probably death" Zakaiev chuckled. Calix was about to reply when he heard the rumbling of battle cannons of the droaning of the chimeras engine. Then the driver vox to the crew compartment, "Holy Terra! Contact!" Calix stood up to peer out of the vision slit and could see Imperial battle tanks manoevering and firing at Novarian Russ's in the distance. He saw a muzzel flash in the distance and could see a fiery streak racing for what seemed like his vision slit, then there was a large explosion right next to the chimera and the Transport rocked, as it did he was sent sprawling accross the crew compartment, he hit his head on something solid and he was knocked out.

"Calix!, Calix! Get your ass up!" He could hear a voice as a hand yanked his and he was drowsly raised to his feet. "On your feet corporal, boy you have a way of getting bowled over", as he stood up straight he could see Zakaievs face in front of his, he also noticed he was outside of his chimera, he could hear the crakling of las-rifles not to far away and the occaisional boom of a battle cannon. "what happend sarge?" Calix asked, "well lad, our chimera took a near miss and your were knocked out cold, a few hundred meters later and we run into a n entire damned regiment, nothing we couldnt handle right, except of thos damn tanks harrasing our flanks. Bastards already took out half a companies worth of russes and just wont stop coming so we were forced outa our transports and now were stuck in the middle of a deadly fire fight." Zakaiev replied, "now that your up we can move to the front. Ibrovich ordered that the lead Atlas's form a blockade and the troops are to use the platoon sized behemoths to take cover and return fire, lets go soldier" the sergeant ordered. "aye sarge" Calix replied, and his squad raced off for the blockade......

Finishing soon, need to go to bed, my honest excuse hahaha