Death Korps of Cintra

by Simpli

Ciri, orphan, adopted by the Witcher Geralt and Yenefer the sorceress. Hunted by every kingdom, blessed/cursed with a gift of the Aen Seidhe. And currently part of the bandit gang "The Rats" Trooper 561-103-083, former opera singer and now part of the Death Korps of Krieg, because of reasons in her past. How will this two meet? In a world of mutants, psykers and heretics?

1. Chapter 1

First Chapter

Silence

Trooper 561-103-083 ran through the black mud, pulling on her boots, getting thrown headlong into a shell-hole as a heretic Lemann Russ appeared on top of the enemy trenches, heavy bolter fire tearing into the ranks of her fellow troopers as the advance against the heretics with fixed bayonets.

Relentless the 561th Death Korps of Krieg heavy siege regiment marched forward over the blasted, mud soaked battlefield, while the heretics demonic artillery send barrage after barrage into the lines of the stoically advancing guardsman.

561-103-083 stood up, feeling as if her coat was now weighting twice as much as before, a thick layer of hardening mud, covering her rebreather as her left hand scratched away the thin layer on her gasmasks lenses.

Firmly grabbing her Lucius Pattern No.98 Lasgun she jumped out of the shell-hole finding herself back in the line of her comrades as they slowly closed the space to the heretics who fired wildly with makeshift autoguns, which crude bullets sometimes harmlessly bounced off or even backfired, killing the heretic who tried to use this primitive weapon.

But even then, the sheer mass of enemy fire made it possible for 561-103-083 to see one or two greatcoats falling to the ground with every meter they got closer to the enemy.

Bringing her lasgun up she took a swift shoot at a heretic heavy stubber team,

getting rewarded with the silence of it, while one of the heretic's had slumped over the heavy stubber, coating it red after the lasgun's beam had severed his arm.

And finally 561-103-083 was standing on top of the trench, next to her a grenadier hold down his flamer, the weapon's burning red flame engulfing the bodies of the former PDF Troopers as the 561th Siege Regiment leaped into the enemy trenches.

For 561-103-083 it became a dirty and confusing melee, rushing forward with her bayonet up, driving it into the guts of a traitor sergeant, turning it around inside of him, so his flesh would stop sucking on the blade. Getting caught in this situation by a lunatic heretic, with the bayonet immobile and him drooling like a mad dog, 561-103-083 let loose of her gun, running towards him, her helmet of plasteel lowered and carried by the force of her small sprint into him, making him fall backwards, his tattered PDF uniform getting coated by more mud, covering the emperor forsaken eight pointed symbol of chaos he had scratched into his chest plate. Reaching to her belt 561-103-083 pulled out the short Spaten normally used for digging the trenches the Death Korps where famous for, it's edges were now sharpened and reflected they red light of the emperor-forgotten planet as 561-103-083 swung it, cracking the heretic's skull with a sick noise as his body twitched a last time. "THE BLOOD GOD DOESN'T CARE WHO'S…", where his last words as the steel shovel silenced him, blood flowing like everywhere around them…maybe except from the flamer.

Walking back 561-103-083 picked up her lasgun, pulling it out of the heretic sergeant's guts, letting the wound finally gasp for the heavy air of the forge world.

Slowly the Troopers gathered again, the grenadiers starting to clear up the remaining pockets of resistance with fire and bayonet in HIS name.

No further orders came, no artillery of any side started again to tear up every inch of earth which lay in the no man's land, no Valkyries strafed heretics or guardsman. It was silent.