Warhammer and all other things belong to games workshop. I however own only the particular soldiers i have made. SO yes... Anyway! I wrote this while sitting in class and trying not to die of boredom. So enjoy and i'll probably have it updated every Tuesday and Thursday. :) So anyway.... HERES THE SHOW! P.S. Criticism and ideas are ALWAYS welcome! So please do speak up :) Its short but the next ones will be longer, promise!

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Permafrost steamed through the atmosphere as the jumper smacked into Runes surface. The moon orbiting Kauruva 3 was white with acrid snow and dust that lead up to a cylindrical object jutting from a deep mound of snow. The top of this cylinder rumbled then began to roll off. A man fully clad in armour hauled himself out. His armour was shock troop head to toe and his masks re-breather left plumes of smoke into the air. He reached back into the cylinder and grasped his hell-gun then attached it to his ammo pack bringing back the slide hammer.

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The man's carapace armour was snowy white with streaks of black and grey on his exposed fatigues. He scanned the area through his masks visor before started to walk. His hand rose to his head and pressed on a button in his helmet. "This is Sergeant Gleason. Who's not dead?" The bleeps of his sensor were inaudible through the storm of snow but he could see the vitals. Then reports started coming back

"Griegs reporting"

"Fobo reporting"

"Lex reporting"

"Fenix reporting"

He smiled. For the first time all the recruits he brought here survived the drop. "Rendezvous at hill 24 we'll hook up there. Just remember boys be careful this place is full of stuff that would love to eat little guardsmen like yourselves up". He said with a slight chuckle as he made his way to hill 24.

A slender form slinked through the snow extremely fluidly. It seemed graceful on this ugly world and not many would believe her to be guard. She had checked with the Gleeson and only got static in return for her words. She was attempting to make her way to this . . . hill 24. Where ever it might be. She stopped and panted for a few moments catching her breath. She got ready to run again but she stood her head to see the black barrel of a las-gun. "Get that out of my face Fobo!" She shouted knowing who the flabby faced teenager immediately.

The bulky teenager lowered his rifle with a grin. "Evening Lex" he said shouldering the weapon. Lex glared at him and he just smiled more. She could almost feel his eyes rolling up and down her body but she was used to it. She had stripped her armour in favor of just fatigues. She moved a lot faster that way and the flak vests didn't offer much protection anyway. "lets get to that hill!" Fobo said with an energy that betrayed his weight and Lex followed after him.