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Reporting soldier: Jarran Talt, 32nd Veteran Squad
I start this report with great dread, hoping that my fellow guardsmen heed this story, even more so any officer. It was a dreary deployment onto the world of Makeva, the many cities had fallen to rebellious guardsmen who had followed orders to the letter. Reports inevitably came in stating that the commander of their forces was a traitor, using the Imperium's hammer against itself; quite pitiful in my opinion but, according to my commissar, Herbult, "Let not pity stay your hand or it will put a hole through your head."
From what I heard before deployment I guess I should have feared my own command rather than the enemies. Some fresh bullet out from the progena has "come to unite our forces and bring the 8th and 10th Kastorian in order to destroy the enemies of the Golden Throne!" *pfft*. His name was Termen Korloss, earned mediocre medals of achievement and always lost more than he'd gained from a battle, losing every virtua-war simulation in the process. But I digress...
Makeva. Korloss decided that the best approach to defeating the traitors was to sit back upon the Western ruinous plains of the city. That bastard encouraged all of us to stand at attention and watch him shout, “For the Emperor! Fire!” over and over for hours. He would always watch the shell cry through the sky into the distance before seeing it hit a structure. Unfortunately for us all Korloss didn’t like the idea of Leman Russ tanks blocking his view, so he left them far behind our position; not thinking of the what-if situation that was now upon us: the enemy charged us with Chimera’s.
This made Korloss grin wider than an Ork with a Power Klaw, spouting gak like, “Perfect! Let loose the true power of our artillery!” Stupid arse didn’t realize that the gunnery crews had worn themselves ragged from just trying to keep up with his “morale-raising expectations”. Only one round was fired before the enemy was at our fronts. I remember Korloss screaming, “Where is my artillery!?” huffing and puffing like a hyperventilating idiot. I remember Korloss ordering me to follow him into a nearby rustic structure in the center of the battle, running past the several dozen Chimera’s that roasted some good men.
The narrow corridors were horrifying as the screams of my friends echoed inside the hallways. Thankful to the God-Emperor that I was picking up the rear, Korloss ordered the two in front of him to secure the hallway around the corner. As though from nowhere a Chimera breathed flame everywhere, turning the two unfortunate bastards into scorched carcasses. Korloss, covered from head to toe in gooey –warm human skin, screamed like a terrified grox, crying, “Retreat! Get out of my way!” all the while tears of shameful dereliction flew past me. Picking up the rear immediately behind Korloss, he stopped at the exit, confronted by another Chimera and a burning Basilisk in the background. As the flame sputed out I used Korloss as a shield, pressing through the Heavy Flamer long enough to slide down the ramp and underneath the Chimera. Once there, I placed krak grenade next to one of the tracks; exploding once I crawled frantically out of the radius.
What I saw that day would make any saint cry. Good soldiers burning and running away, all because of one foolish commander. So take heed good officers of the Imperium, be good to your men or you shall be found at the frontal end of death…
This has been a report by Jarran Talt, Veteran Squad, 32nd Kastorian
<Essentially I came into the match overestimating my own Basilisk and my opponent rolled over my army with his veteran guardsmen shooting within two Chimera's roasting all my guys in sight with both the external and interior Flame-equipped weapons. I subitted the match after the 2nd round...>
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