Conscription chapter 3-by akd3020

Hi sorry for the long wait but its going to be like this for the next 6-8 weeks as I have my end of year exams coming up xd

Disclaimer I do not own the Warhammer universe and all rights go to GW respectively

After bursting out of the door we immediately started to sprint and I blurted out " it took an hour of sprinting and jogging to get here (heavy panting) now on a full stomach we have 45 minutes honestly what the actual fuck"

"you really are a big moany bitch aye?" Givante replied only to halt, bend over and start throwing up. The stench had me retching to only throw up also

Wiping the solid vomit from my mouth I patted him on the back and edged him on "let's get moving".

With that we relentlessly roamed the marshes and climbed the hill to only descend and push one last time to reach the camp site. When we reached it, we were greeted with a group of pentantes "congratulations you have made it un just under 43 minutes now go over there to the others"

When we went over we were yet again forced to our knees and we had our collars clipped together once more while we took we took the time to wind down.

Only for a handful of minutes to pass before several gunshots were heard. The stragglers were being collected in body bags it seemed tonight. The image of the men unable to make it back, being mercilessly gunned down solidified in my mind that the pentantes took zero shit. This action alone inspired me so be faster, stronger and smarter in order to evade the lashes or guns of the pentantes. Givante on the other hand was stone cold, his head hanging and drool pooling out of his mouth along with a light snore.

This made me smile. The light in the darkness the "Emperor" more likely to be this lazy oaf.

" Alright alright congratulations to you all. Brother Markimus lead the other brothers and the initiates to their dorms"

With that the herded us to our "dorms" more like one big rat-infested cell. They unchained the collars one by one and allowed us in. "well isnt this just a beautiful sight. Very clean if I say so myself. Totally doesn't look like lump of dog shit no not at fucking …... aggh"

With that a pentantes smashed him on the back of his legs with the butt of his rifle making me jump and want to come to his aid but I knew better than to strike a imperial official... again...ok under these circumstances.

"hold em down brothers" ordered brother Markimus

Two pentantes dashed forward with a spring in their step that comes with over zealousness and clamped his arms to the side like a cross.

Markimus stepped forward and grabbed the back of Givantes shoulders and ripped the jumpsuit down and ignited his electro lash. When I saw what he intended my stomach rumbled and the last thing I saw before looking away was Givante grit his teeth and clamp his eyes shut, before the 20 cracks of the whip broke and tore and sent shocks through his flesh.

"that is the punishment for speaking out of turn do you understand? Well do you? Answer me you fucking imbeciles!" Roared Markimus

"SIR YES SIR" was retorted in unison.

With that they dropped Givante to the floor all the while giving him a complimentary kick in the ribs before turning heel and leaving this damned cesspool.

I got to my knees along with 3 others who aided me in carting Givante off to one of the walls where we lay him down on his stomach before facing each other with looks that more or less said we'd have each other's backs in this.

With that we each got some shut eye.

We were awoken with the roar of 3 consecutive gunshots before we were silently directed for a solemn march down to what looked like a gun range with loads of tables lined up with targets on the other side.

We were greeted by commissar Reinhard and an imperial guard regiment " thank you pentantes you are dismissed" the pentantes nodded their heads in acknowledgement and turned.

" Today you will learn how to maintain a rifle and run an obstacle course" stated Reinhard. Shcsss "the pentantes have left the perimeter sir" barked a shoulder mounted radio "roger that 2-4, return to your post" responded the Commissar. " now that those damned pentantes are gone I wanted to talk to you all before we get started. To be frank this could be considered heresy but what the warp. To survive this you will have to obey your "superiors" and the pentantes to the absoulute, now you will never return home but your new home Is the guard, I myself fought beside a penal legion. I thought yea a whole bunch of scum great better watch my back. But what I learnt was that it does not matter a mans origin or anything he has done. When one joins the guard either by force or willingly everything they were is stripped away and he becomes the most elite killing machine to ever be dreamt of. You may not ever like each other but to survive you will have to trust each other above all else. Look to your right... now to your left... you see the men and women beside you? You will piss, shit, eat, and die with them. From this moment on you are brothers in arms each and every one of you. Remember that while your commanders may not care for you that does not mean you should not care for each other. If necessary you should die for the emperor but let me tell you he would by far prefer you live and serve"