"STOP WAKING ME UP FRAKKER" The Hive-Ganger yelled at his sniper colleague as he tried to pull his chem-metal jacket back over himself, the sniper however had other ideas whilst he tore the jacket off the Hive-Ganger and threw it aside. "Get off your ass, we have a warboss that needs killing" The sniper responded with a calm that betrayed their situation, it being that the world of Golgotha, the planet were currently on, was facing an orkish WAAAGH!. The most nightmarish part about this was that these orks could appear in a blinding flash of light anywhere they wanted, putting the PDF at a severe disadvantage. These two psychos were on the trail of an orkish warboss called Gutt'Smasha, The second in command of the Goff forces, Who had run afoul of the pair after he had single-handily slaughtered their squad, and neither of them had let that memory slide. They were currently held up in the top-most floor of a hab-block whilst they rested and recuperated after they butchered an orkish convoy of ammo, the sniper smiled fondly at the memory of the Hive-Ganger's Las-Cannon slicing through the lead orkish trukk's cabin and detonating the explosives on its flatbed, utterly annihilating the three halftrack's behind it as burning orks leaped out of the burning wreckage.
Sadly, they had to leave the fearsome weapon behind as a flight of Deff-Kopters closed in for a strafing run causing the pair to run for better cover as they took out the better part of the outcrop they had set-up on. Still, with the PDF on the back foot, they had done their best to disrupt ork operation's as much as they could whilst they tried to track down Gutt'Smasha. The Hive-Ganger, Krieg was armed to the teeth, his chem-metal jacket concealing a holster for his autopistol, on his left side was a saber-like power sword and on his right a master-crafted plasma-pistol called Skyhunter as well as a bandolier of grenades, tools and ammo strapped across the flak-armour on his chest. With his white hair and red eyes, he was hated and lothed in every regiment he had served in until his deployment at Golgotha. On the other hand the sniper, Krom was wearing an aging suit of carapace armour, a scoped autogun rested against the wall, a las-pistol on his belt and a chainsword at his hip. With blond hair and blue eyes, he was the poster boy of Golgotha, not to mention their was more then one picture of him floating around. Whilst both Krieg and Krom were, and still are, some of the best snipers that ever joined the imperial guard, Krieg had a tendency to get up-close-and-personal with the unlucky person that decided to try and take his ration card and Krom knew for a fact that his skills with those pistols and sword were not to be trifled with.
"Give me back my jacket" Krieg asked with his voice ending in a low growl, giving out a sigh of defeat, Krom tossed the jacket back to the hive-ganger. "Since when don't we kill ork's?" Krieg questioned as he got to his feet, putting his chem-metal jacket on before he slumped against the wall, clearly wanting to go back to sleep. "Don't you dare pass out again because I am not dragging your ass up another twenty flights of stairs" Krom replied having gotten up and was currently glaring out the window at the war-torn world below, Krieg merely smiled as he reached into his pocket and produced a bottle of Viper-Wine, a potent brew only made by Rattling's. "You want some or not idiot?" Krieg laughed out before he skulled half the bottle as he added "Oh wait your a fraking lightweight!" as he cackled madly at Krom. Krom who was hellbent on getting the hive-ganger to shut-up, grabbed the bottle from Krieg's hand, and in one movement, drank the rest of it. "Did I ever tell you that your a fucking nutjob?" Krieg asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he glared at Krom, who shrugged and replied "Got anymore?".
"Krom, Krom, Krom, does the Emperor sit in the golden throne?" Krieg answered as he pulled a trio of bottles from his jacket, tossing another to Krom in the process.