Bombs crashed into the earth. Forninn rushed through the thick swamps with his men close behind. Huge vines and unnatural growths hung from the branches obstructing Forninn's view. He did his best to jump over the large roots coming out of the ground and push through the brush. The tropical world of Charmissa IV was packed with dense jungles, deadly animals, and Orks. The population of Orks on the planet have begun to group together under the banner of a new War Boss. The waaagh spread from the southern continent towards the northern one. The local PDF couldn't contain them so they sent out the distress call and the 747th Cadian regiment responded to the call. Forninn, a veteran Commissar who has served as the regimental Lord Commissar for the 747th for almost fifty years.

Forninn's squad came to an opening in the trees and came to a halt. There were more than four scores of Orks moving towards the western battlefront. One of the Orks, most likely a Nob, turned at the sound of the Guardsmen slushing through the knee deep water. He then grunted at the smaller Orks and pointed at them. The Orks turned their attention to them, thrilled to have something to fight and all in unison roared out WAAAAAAAAGH! The horde then rushed at the Guardsmen.

Forninn pointed at the Orks with his powerfist and yelled out: "Kill them in the name of the Emperor! FIRE!"

The Guardsmen then unleashed a wave of las bolts into the onrushing horde. One Guardsman welded a flamer and unleashed a blast of the burning promethium into the Orks. Many of the Orks died but came too close for comfort.

"Fix bayonets!" Forninn cried to his men. They all placed the bayonets on their lasguns and stood ready.

"We'll do the Emperor proud men!" He shouted, "Let us show these greenskins the might of the Emperor!" With that, Forninn charged into the Ork ranks. His men followed suit, all inspired by his noble action. The Guardsmen all cried out in unison, "For the Imperium, for the Emperor. CHARGE!"

The Guardsmen ran forwards, firing their guns from the hip, not caring what they hit. They thrust their guns forwards into the nearest greenskin. Forninn slammed his powerfist into the face of one, crushing its skull. His fist sinking inwards. The Orks were stronger than the Imperials and had a distinct advantage over them. Large axes felled more Guardsmen than Guardsmen felling the Orks. Forninn wrestled with the Ork Nob. It swung a large chainaxe blindly, hitting other Orks in the process. Uncaring, it pushed Forninn backwards. Forninn saw his chance as the Nob raised its axe, he quickly slammed his powerfist, at full power, into the Nobs knee. It roared in pain and slumped forwards. Forninn then threw another punch at the Nobs face, but the Ork saw the strike coming. It reached forwards and grabbed Forninn's left arm and crushed it in its grasp. Forninn cried out in pain and tried to remove himself from the beast. The Nob then swung with its axe which dug into Forninn's chest armor and the outer layer of his flesh. It then threw him backwards into the water. The Guardsmen then began to retreat back into the treeline. Two of them grabbed Forninn from where he lay and dragged him along. Forninn then blacked out.

Forninn sat up in his bed sweating. Only a dream. He thought. He then rose from his bed and rubbed water in his face. Forninn's room was empty. With the exception of a few trophies and honors he acquired over the years. Forninn sat back on his bed and looked at the floor. After several minutes he got back up and got dressed. He then left the dark of his room and made his way towards the mess hall aboard the Iron Will. The area was massive, as it was built for the occupation of thousands of humans.

"Good morning sir!" Called a bright voice full of confidence from behind him. Forninn turned towards his aide who was carrying some food for him. The boy was most likely in his eighteenth year. He has never seen action as his skin was smooth and clear of any scar or deformities. He had blue eye that stood out from his brown hair, which was slicked back and was cut short. He had a roman nose and a stature that gave off nothing but the sense of royalty. His voice was sharp and calm. It had an intelligent sounding feel to it. Many women considered him handsome and well built for his age. Forninn enjoyed his presence too.

"Good morning lad. You seem rather pleasant this morn- day, I guess. Hard to tell when you in warp translation no?"

"Indeed sir." The aide responded. "I'll tell you my reasoning once we reach your office, sir."

"Very well then." Forninn then marched off towards his onboard office and sat in his seat. His aide then placed the tray of food down in front of him. It was fried grox meat slices, seasoned with many exotic spices, with two over easy eggs and some rice filled dumplings. There was also a cup of recaf next to him.

"Think you lad. It seems that you had my favorite meal prepared for me today." Forninn commented.

"Well sir, it is your birthday today."

Forninn made a puzzled look. "Really?" He asked.

"But of course sir! You are seventy-six today, and you're still in perfect health."

Forninn completely forgot about his birthday. "Throne I'm old." He remarked. His aide laughed and ran his hand through his hair. "And none the wiser."

Forninn laughed as well. "To the warp with you! You're probably right on that though."

The two both began to laugh again. The two then began to chat with each other about idle gossip and talk amongst the men. They both occasionally put in a joke or two into the conversation. Forninn was glad to have an aide like him. He felt like he knew him for ages. Before long Forninn had to go to work and file papers for the generals to look at.

"Franz, may I ask you a question?" Forninn asked before his aide could leave.

"Of course sir, is something wrong? You never address me by my name unless it is important."

"Well, you see I have been having dreams about my last campaign again."

"And you would like me to share dinner with you, am I right?" His aide put in.

"Yes, very much so."

His aide smiled and nodded to him. "Shall I bring that bottle of Chthonian wine that I spoke of?"

"If you want." Forninn said. "Oh, and thank you for putting up with my problems again."

"There is no need to thank me sir, I'm just doing my job." With that, Franz left his office to carry out his duties. What a good lad he is. Forninn thought. I hope he never gets to see the field.

Franz marched through the sea of bodies and made his way to a less dense section where he could stop and sit for a moment. He scanned the masses of Guardsmen. He heard a loud annoying voice coming from nearby.

"Lucas! Get a load of this!" A single female shouted out over the voices. A man with half cast eyes turned and grimaced. The female began to pest him. Franz began to chuckle to himself.

"Poor bastard." He said. He then sighed and thought of home. I wonder how father is doing these days. He never did want me to come into the Guard, but look at me now. I'm serving one of the best Commissars of our generation, at least I think so. He then got up and went on with his business. He traveled through the mazes of the Iron Will's hallways. After a long distance, approximately two miles of travel, he arrived at the enginarium. Franz looked around and walked over to a techpriest not doing anything in particular, and questioned him.

"Where is Magos-Errant Flavion? I was told he would be here at 07:00."

The techpriest turned towards him. His face was nothing but a mass of tubes and cables with one bionic eye in the center of his face. "Magos Flavion is late."

"I can tell." Franz groaned and tapped his foot. "Where is he?"

The techpriest said "We don't know, we have sent messages to him but he has yet to respond."

Franz rolled his eyes and sat down on a crate nearby. The massive forms of the Engine motors were about four meters tall and were eight in diameter. Hundreds of cogitators were lined along the motors with servitors managing them. Several Imperial workers were moving around, checking everything, making sure that everything was in order. Some were arguing with the techpriests and Enginseers.

A servo skull hovered in front of Franz's face and scanned him. He swatted at it trying to shoo it away but it simply flew back to avoid him and when it was satisfied it flew off. He sat there grumbling to himself. I hate the Mechanicus. They're disgusting subhumans. Nothing more, nothing less. Franz's mind began to drift back towards his life on the planet of Versailles VI.

It was a small world, an agricultural world. It produced thousands of spices and plants for the Imperium everyday. He remembered his sweet lover, Farla. She was a kind girl, very sweet and caring. She had large round eyes of a greenish hue. Her lips were soft and gentle. She had long silky black hair that reached down to her rear. Her face was a thing of beauty. Her innocent features made Franz feel like jelly. She had a small bosom as her frame was rather small. She was born a farmers daughter, so his father did not approve of her as a suitable choice of a bride, but Franz loved her deeply and she did too. He would sneak out of his father's palace and take her from her home and they would run into the meadows and lay together.

One day, his father sent out a search party and found them together. He was furious. He sent his men to arrest the girl and take his son back. In Franz's desperation he killed one of the men who tried to grab his lover. He then took her and ran. They ran and ran until his father's men finally trapped them. It took them five months to find them. When Franz was taken before his father he was enraged. He promised that she would die slowly and he would never leave the house again.

Franz visited Farla as much as he could. He would sneak her food and drink. They would talk to one another and kiss through the bars. Franz's father grew tired of this game and caved in. Franz was soon married to Farla. They made love, and soon, he was a father.

Franz came back from his memories when a servitor bumped into him. He sighed and grabbed a necklace his lover gave him. It was a small locket that millions of people tend to receive from their lover. inside was a picture of Farla. Every time he looked at that picture he felt everything was right in his life, he had the one thing he wanted most. He clenched the locket and prayed for their child to grow old and find a lover of their own. He put the locket back in his shirt and sighed again. Oh how I miss you my sweet, sweet Farla. Please wait for me.

Forninn began writing his report over an hour ago. He didn't like the way it sounded. He deleted the file and began working at the dataslate again.

Lord General Harris,

Seeing how our last campaign was completed on Charmissa IV on removing the Ork Waaagh. We requisitioned a total of fourteen thousand men to replenish our ranks. Our troops have been rearmed and we are now deploying to the xeno species Eldar Craftworld of Altansar. They have invaded Imperial space, location Sol System date 985.634 M41. The Eldar Craftworld fled the Sol System and arrived near the outer fringes of the Eye of Terror. The High Lords of Terra deemed this a threat and have sent four of the Cadian Regiments to perform a search, inform and destroy operation. One of the nearby Forge Worlds as sent a Legio Titanicus to assist the destruction of the Craftworld of Altansar. The current morale of the 747th, 68th, 493rd and 196th Cadian regiments is considerably level. The 68th is facing a regiment wide downslope of morale. The Lord Commissar and his lackeys are doing their best to raise the morale issues. The 747th is rather high in terms of morale. I have ordered my fellows to keep the soldiers happy and stress free. The other two regiments of the 493rd and the 196th have yet to sent their reports. The Naval ship captain of the Iron Will is rather upset at this deployment. He has continuously questioned and attempted to doubt our objective and its worth. I have placed him on an execution order and will request that the action may be carried out soon. Fabricator Dorriah is joining our quest in an attempt to guide her Legio and help the collection of data.

This concludes my report on the current status of our objective and forces.

Lord Commissar Forninn

Forninn sighed and decided to keep this version of the report. He then put down the dataslate and grabbed a bottle of asmec. He then poured some into his recaf and drank deeply. The bitter taste of the asmec along with the burnt taste of the recaf made him shudder.

"I'm get too old for this type of job." Forninn groaned to no one. He then took another swig of his nasty drink. Once empty, he stood and grabbed the slate off of his table and marched off towards the Lord General's office.