The first thing you notice is the smell. Doesn't matter where you're fighting, who're your fighting alongside of, and who or what you're fighting with, death smells the same. Circle of life my ass, there's nothing natural about that aroma, the sickly mix of fear and human waste. Of course, at the time I was too busy regurgitating everything I had eaten over my short seventeen year old life at the time to fully appreciate fully just how incredible the stench of death really is, though I'd like to think I'd gotten the gist of it
///Vox Log:///
// Transmission to Ostonion High Command from 4th platoon Shield Centurion Yukov Kahtzanik: ///Received at 23:45///
/*Protocol 32: Incoming Vox*/
Yukov; we're moving through the underhive as planned. No sign of the xenos yet sir, so far it seems as if the blue bastards have up and left, can't say I blame'em. This place is a shit-hole sir, if you'll pardon my language, all that's here is rubble, ruins, and shanties. We're approaching the origin of the distress call, and the refinery is in sight. Ill report back in at 24:00. Yukov out.
///Vox ended: 23:46///
The second thing you notice is the eyes. I've lost a lot of comrades in my time and it still bothers me the way their eyes seem to stare. Looks someone just told them their dads dead and then punched 'em in the stomach. Happened to me once, but that's a whole 'nother story. Then there's the pupils… Looks like someone just drained the color right out of them then smothered them in fog. That was the second thing I noticed, then it was back to the puking.
// Transmission to Ostonion High Command from 4th platoon Shield Centurion Yukov Kahtzanik: ///Received at 23:59///
This
is Shield Centurion Yucov Kahtzanik! We are under attack, I repeat we
are under attack! The xenos have NOT evacuated the underhive as was
previously thought, they are IN THE UNDERHIVE!
/// Colonel Madaev
Grindevalt Connected///
Yukov can you hold?
Madaev? N-No sir, I don't believe we can, half our chimeras are down and at least a third of the men inside them are KI - Holy Throne! Get the Kheck dow-..!
///Vox ended: 24:00///
The Third thing I noticed was the blood. Tau, Ork, Tyranid,or Eldar, blood is blood. Sure there's some color differences between species, but in the end it does the same job. You take enough of it out of a something and no way in hell is it going to function properly. Sometimes that's the only way to truly kill something that's too stupid to realize it should be dead. After I was done puking I sat up, not relishing the aftertaste of the days rations being forced back up my throat. It was at that point which I began to regain some sense of logical thought, which obviously didn't last long when I realized I was covered in it, the crimson flak vest I was lucky enough to be wearing looking a little bit more… well red then usual, the steel gray fatigues underneath even more so. I'm sure you can imagine what happened next.
//Transmission to Battle group Righteous Hammer from Ostonion High Command//
///Received at 24:45///
/*Protocol 32: Incoming Vox*/
Casualties Report
Ostonion 38th Rifles; Platoon Four- one Hundred Guardsman- KIA
4th Voytarian Penal legion; Third Expiditionary Force- 80 guardsman- KIA