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Dawn of Hospitality
Move night: Part Two
Everyone piled through the doorway up the incline and into the theater. A few minutes ahead of schedule and they found themselves lucky enough to sill have a good choice of places to sit. Finding seating near the middle of the rows, the gang settled in with assorted snacks ranging from Commissar Cola to Burna Buggah's in hand.
"Whats that?" Briana chirped, leaning over her sister(who was less then amused) to look into the bowl of white/yellow puffs.
"Uh...popcorn?" Michael tried, scowling as the Dark Eldar dove her hand in and grabbed a large handful.
"Thanks for sharing," she smiled innocently, leaning back in her seat once more.
"Sarcastic statement: Charming." K!113r deadpanned even moreso then usual.
"Why are all the good movies always staring you idiots. Chaos has plenty of actors." Xelus grumbled, receiving a glare from Jones as he sipped a soda through his helmet.
"Most are Slaaneshi," Tai chuckled nervously. "Things they make can't be viewed by children. Or adults, for that matter."
"Hehe, da pinky boyz always fun to mess with." Romminal snorted, nudging the Tau's side and subsequently causing minor internal bleeding. Soon enough conversations died down when the lights dimmed and the never ending string of advertisements on the massive screen finally came to an end.
The plot was surprisingly thick for a war flick, shedding a personal light on a platoon of storm troopers. Around eighty men and women, ranging from many different walks of life, all banded together in the service of the Emperor. For the better part of two months they had been deployed to a hive world torn apart by a rebellion, assisting in reclaiming the capital which held the worst of the fighting. The main focus was on a recently promoted sergeant, who had recently become promoted to squadleader.
"What can make out of the local chatter?" Staff Sergeant Eversmann asked over the roar of the engines.
"Planet Defence Force is holding their ground, but these guys have gotten their hands on some serious hardware! Best guess is they can hold onto the capital until nightfall if something doesn't happen soon!" Corporal and Vox-Operator Kurth replied.
"Then lets change that!" Private Blackburn grinned, getting approval from most of the others.
The Valkyries kept low to the ground as they approached the capital, zooming past debris, crumbling buildings, and rubble as they entered the outskirts. Weaving and bobbing through the many buildings that continued to rise in height as they went, their objective was soon in sight. Even with most of the rebel forces keeping the PDF at bay, the palace standing in the middle of a massive plaza the squadron descended on was guarded with more then a few rebels. Two of the gunships broke off and stayed high, their passengers being marksmen in overwatch as the rest hovered around the corners of the main building. Small arms fire had started pelting the aircraft since they had arrived, but heavy bolter fire shredded defenders apart as the storm troopers roped down and onto the streets below.
"Go go go!" Eversmann barked as the squad began to make their way down. As one of the greener soldiers began to get ready to rappel down, a gunner looked over and gave a cheeky grin as he saw the mans hesitance at the height.
"Hey Grimesy!" he called. "Remember! No fear!"
"Oh, YEAH, right!" he called back sarcastically before jumping onto the rope and sliding down.
They were halfway through deploying when something caught the sergeants eye from a nearby building.
"RPG!" he yelled as a missile came screaming towards the aircraft.
"Hold on!" one of the pilots yelled as he swung the Valkyrie upward. While the shot had missed, the shock troopers could only watch as one of them went tumbling out the side of the gunship.
"Blackburn!"
Several people in the audience gasped as the young man fell and disappeared into the cloud of dust the Valkyries engines were kicking up, some leaning forward to try and see where he had landed. Before the question could be answered, the scene cut from the now war-torn street to the hallways of the palace where another squad of shock troopers were restraining a number of men and women who looked less then pleased. The bodies that surrounded them meant they had not gone quietly, but they were all that of the enemy, the element of surprise and a charge on the door giving the troopers the advantage. As they began to move out of the room, buildings were suddenly zooming by as it showed a convoy of Tauro's, Chimera's and Leman Russ' bounding down what could have once been possibly called a street.
"We're running a little late!" Lieutenant Commander McKnight yelled into his vox as the chimera he rode in bounced and shook from terain and enemy fire.
"Its getting crowded down here, we need you here now!" someone yelled back into his ear. A Tauro near the front of the convoy exploded in a ball of flames as an enemy grenade launcher hit its mark, forcing a sentinel to jump over it and keep running. The driver of the chimera, a corporal by the name of Galentine, was less calm then his commander as he frantically swerved the APC through city block after city block.
"You sure this is the best route sir?" he asked as a pair of rebel attack bikes appeared from behind a corner long enough to be blown away by a Leman Russ.
"Just keep driving, don't stop!" McKnight replied as a PDF soldier having been firing from the top hatch of the chimera tumbled back inside, minus the bulk of his forehead.
Time passed showing firefights with the storm troopers and counterattacking rebels, Blackburn being tended to by a medic, and the PDF convoy taking a beating. Back with the squad Staff Sergeant Eversmann had roped down with, only a pair of them had been left to defend their section of the plaza while the others had rushed Blackburn to a medic. One was armed with a slimmed down version of the bolter, while the other had the standard-issue hellgun.
"How you holding up?" Specialist Twombly called from his side of the hastily made barricade, getting no response. Looking over his shoulder, he saw his squadmate fine but ignoring him. Taking the brief halt in combat to close the distance, he smacked the privates shoulder.
"Hey!" he tried again, finally getting him to look at him. "You ok?"
"Fine," Private Nelson sighed, shaking his head. "Just don't fire that thing so close to my head, I can barley hear as it is."
Down the street with another squad of storm troopers the PDF convoy came barreling through with rebels hot on their tails in captured Tauro's and attack bikes.
Showing the prisoners and the wounded storm troopers(which had grown since Blackburns fall) being loaded onto transports, McKnight was having a brief argument with Eversmann. With the amount of enemy in the area growing higher, the convoy had lost several of its transports and most of the Staff Sergeants men would not be able to fit, in which he had replied to find room anyway. The argument, however, was cut short as the scene switched to that of a pair of Valkyrie pilots.
"Throne theres a lot of guys down there..." Warrant Officer Wolcott murmured as his Valkrie flew overhead, watching the carnage from a bird-eye view. The side gunners had been firing almost nonestop in an effort to get pressure off of the men on the ground, but the enemy kept coming. Eventually they passed over a pair of buildings, catching sight of the convoy stopped next to the side of the palace.
"RPG!" one of the gunners yelled. However by the time he had finished the Valkyrie had already been forced upward as an explosion sent the aircraft into a spiral.
"Ah Warp, this is Super Six-One, we're hit! I repeat, Super Six-One is hit! Frank, you wanna pull those P.S.L's off-line or what?"
Everyone was watching with both shock and awe as the Valkyire went spiraling downwards towards the ground as the pilots tried to keep it leveled. Some grew increasingly nervous as one of the side gunners came loose from his seat, barley able to grab onto the door as he tried to pull himself back in as the aircraft neared the ground.
"Super Six-One going down!"
"Super Six-Ones's been hit!"
"Where is it?"
"Shes going down!"
McKnight and Eversmann stopped as they and everyone else looked overhead to catch a brief glimpse of a Valkyrie before it disappeared from view, soon followed by a loud crash. After what felt like an eternity another pilot confirmed what everyone already knew.
"We've...we've got a Valkyrie down. I say again, we've got a Valkyrie down in the city."
"Do you have eyes on?" Eversmann asked over the vox.
"Hold one," a pause. "Crash sites about half a klick east of your current position, landed in some type of construction site."
"Any signs of anyone alive?" Eversmann asked, a cold weight growing in his stomach as the silence dragged on once more.
"I see someone moving, but I can't tell who. Orders?"
With most of them unable to leave via the convoy, and with the close relation the pilots and the troopers they carried into the fray had, most of the audience wasn't surprised when they set out to retrieve their friends. The platoon would go on foot, moving freely through the back alleys and halls while the convoy tried to find a way around the roadblocks that were set up across the city. While the two groups set off, one matter went forgotten. Actually, there were two.
"Hey Twombly! I...I think they forgot us!" Nelson called as he watched as the convoy disappear from view as it turned a corner. A moment later the specialist was next to him, watching their supposed exfill leaving them in the dust.
"Hey!" Twombly called vainly, looking at his squadmate in confusion. "They didn't forget us...did they?"
"Didn't you see? Their going to the crash site. Maybe...maybe we're supposed to meet with them there?" Nelson tried, getting a shrug.
"We can't stay here, come on."
With that the two left their cover and were on the move, enemy potshots licking their heels as they went. As they ran along a wall, a group of rebels appeared from a hole in it ahead.
"Get down!" Twombly yelled, shoving his comrade into a nearby crater. Following right behind, he opened fire with his bolter, much to the privates dismay as it was right next to his head. After they were dead, the privates head popped up with a growl.
"What did I just sa-" Nelson began, but was cut off as another group appeared from the hole. Turning to fire on them, the private let out a yell as he fell back into the crater and covered his ears.
"I think thats all of them." Twombly grinned to himself. "You ok?"
"WHAT?"
Even Riiana let out a laugh at that, both at the soldiers blight and the resemblance to something similar having happened in days past. Michael must have thought the same, as he glanced at her with a grin. However after that things took a much more serious turn as the platoon was forced to split up after an ambush on the way to the crash, as well as the convoy finding roadblock after roadblock. Finally, one group begins to reach the crash.
Making their way through one of the half-built structures, over a dozen storm troopers, Eversmann included, now have their objective in sight. Rebels are all over the rooftops circling the crashed bird, who, upon spotting them, waste no time in directing some of their fire onto the new arrivals. Although there are many, many, many more of them, the storm troopers have better equipment and training as they begin to pick off rebels until they are forced to pull back long enough for a Medicae Valkyrie to land, allowing medical personel and servitors to enter the downed bird and assess the situation.
"How are they?" Eversmann asked over the vox as he and his men set up a perimeter around the crash. With their lack of numbers, the soldiers were forced to take up cover around the crash itself, only able to secure one building as a command post.
"Both pilots are dead," a Medicae answered. "Gunners are alive, but their in bad shape."
"Well get them out of there!"
"You don't understand. We'll kill these guys just trying to move them. We'll have to stabilize them, in here, until their able to be moved. Its the only way their getting out of here alive."
Not long after yet another Valkyrie was shot down, though with the storm troopers pinned down and the convoy lost, no one can reach the new crash site. Through enough convincing, a team of snipers are fast dropped in before the rebels can move to surround it as well. However, the remaining Valkyries are ordered back out of the combat zone, not willing to risk anymore birds.
Master Sergeant Gordon and Sergeant First Class Shugart sprinted from their Valkyire, which was gone as soon as their boots touched the ground. Advancing along the side of the crashed bird, Gordon tapped the side with his long-las.
"Friendlies!" he called out before advancing towards the busted open cockpit window to find the pilot sighing with relief.
"Thank the Emperor," Warrant Officer Durant frowned, "My co-pilots dead, and I can't feel my legs."
"Can you fight?" Shugart asked, getting an answer as the pilot raised a hand to reveal a laspistol and nodded toward a nearby dead rebel. Seeing it as good enough, the pilot was lifted out of the cockpit and place inside a nearby building. Three of its sides was brick wall filled with square holes with the fourth being blown open by some type of explosion.
"Listen," Gordon began, unslinging a hot-shot lasrifle from his shoulder and pressing it into the pilots hands. "We're gonna get you out of here, but we need your help. Anyone comes past here you kill them, can you do that for me?"
"Yea, I got it. Where will you be?" Durant asked as gunfire broke out nearby.
"Me? I'll be outside."
Giving the warrant officer a cheeky grin, Gordon made his way back to the Valkyrie to find Shugart picking off an advancing mob of rebels. Within moments they were on the rooftops and in the alleyways, all gunning for the two snipers. Dozens of the enemy fell, both from the sniper and the pilot who kept flanking rebels off their backs. Taking up position inside the troop bay, Shugart's sniper rifle had quickly run out of ammunition, forcing him to switch to his bolt pistol. More and more rebels fell under his attack as his ammunition again began to grow thin. With primitive autoguns, the rebels had not been much of a problem when they scored a hit, but one finally got lucky. The snipers helmet, now sporting a bullet hole in the visor, rolled across the bay floor as the body crumpled in a heap.
"Randy! I'm running low!" Gordon called from his position behind the Valkyries nose. Getting no response, he took a step back to look inside and paused when he saw the body of his comrade. Filling in his friends old position, he emptied the last of his long-las rifle before throwing it to the side. As the mob of rebels closed, he had his trusty hellpistol in hand. One charging and yelling a warcry was quickly silence with a shot to the chest. Two more charged, both going down in a flury of hellfire. As his weapon began to overheat, a fourth charged, gun firing as he closed. Rounds slammed and penetrated his carapace armor, sending him backwards and onto the floor. As he went to reach for his hellpistol, the rebel entered the troop bay and continued to fire long after his hand stopped reaching for the weapon.
Watching the two men be overun, Durant watched with tear filled eyes as he pulled a photo from his pocket. The image was faded and crumpled, but the women and the child she held was still visible. Swollowing hard, he looked up as one of them noticed him and called the others. Firing one-handed, several fell to the pilots volley before the others rushed him. A gunbutt slammed into his face, sending both the weapon and photo flying from his hands. As he lay on the floor being beaten, hit, and kicked by the enemy, he reached not for the weapon, but the photo. Even as his vision began to blur, he never stopped trying. When everything finally began to go black, three shots rang out, but he felt nothing.
The theater was completely silent, no one sure how to react. Some, like Briana and Tai, fought back 'allergies' with quivering lips and an occasional sniffle. The silence did not last long, however, as switching to the situation of the convoy, things are getting worse. Where as before it was firefights in narrow corridors and in open construction yards, now it was high-speed run and gun through decaying streets.
A rocket hits McKnights chimera, but instead of killing them the armor holds but showers himself and Galentine in shrapnel. The corporal begins to scream as his eyes, mouth, and nose are cut with searing metal and another shard imbeds itself in the lieutenants neck.
"Keep your foot on the wheel!" McKnight snarls as he grabs the steering mechanism as Galentine claps both hands over his face in pain. Letting out a string of swears that would make a Catchan blush, McKnight continues to lead his convoy as another yell of pain sounds from behind him quickly followed by the sound of a body slumping onto metal.
"Somebody get back on that bolter! Somebody get back on that bolter now!"
"McKnight! Status?" Eversmann asked over the vox.
"We can't find a route leading to you, we're still searching but its not looking good!"
"I thought you were close to Six-Fours crashsite!"
"One of your pilots held back long enough to confirm your snipers got overrun five minutes ago!"
A brief pause.
"When can you get to us?"
Casting a glance back into the troop compartment, where the entire squad of PDF soldiers either lay dead or dying, McKnight answered.
"We have to pull back! We have our objective, but we're coming back for you! Count on it!"
"Roger that! We'll hold out as long as we can!"
The convoy is forced to leave the platoon stranded and scattered. As the sun begins to set on the planet, the bulk of the platoon had made its way to the crash site, but over two dozen are still unaccounted for. Time passes with Medicae trying to reassure the pilots as they work to try and save them as Eversmann and the others defend them. Time passes with the fighting beginning to die down. As the storm troopers begin to try and help their own growing wounded, a pair of familiar faces find themselves almost at the crash site.
"You've got friendlies coming in from the west. I say again, do not fire on the west, we're coming to you."
"Copy, we see you."
"Hey. Hey, look at me!" Twombly whispered harshly, smacking Nelson's helmet. By now they had picked up another fellow stray; Sergeant Yurik. The trio was almost there, with one long, lightly covered, street being the only thing that separated them from their friends.
"Listen to me," Twombly started, pointing down the street. "Yurik's going to go down the street. Halfway down, hes gonna turn around and cover you. Your gonna go half way, turn around, and then your gonna cover me. Got it?"
"Uh, yea, yea." Nelson nodded, still as deaf as before but beginning to learn to read lips.
The sergeant went first as planned, stopping halfway, crouching, and watching the rooftops as Nelson made his way down. However instead of stopping, he followed Yurik. Smacking his own helmet in annoyance, Twombly sprinted down the road. In his haste, he trips over rubble and quietly swears as he balances out and keeps going. Hearing the noise below, a rebel peeks over the side of a building he is on and sees the specialist. Shouting an alarm, he opens fire as everyone else begins as well. A round flys into the mans pack, striking a flare and sending his back into a shower of sparks. Running past a pair of storm troopers who were covering him, he flings the backpack onto the ground as one of the others are hit falling back to cover. Hitting the ground with a yelp, his squadmate grabbs him by the collar and drags him into cover.
The firefight lasts for several more minutes, though little damage is done to either side. Eventually it dies down once more, both sides tired and weary.
"You're doing good, you all are." Eversmann nodded as he made his way around to check on his men. Making his way into one of the more stable rooms of the structure, he found Sergeant First Class "Doc" Schmid, one of the platoons Medicae, tending to a man with Twombly and Yurik; Private Smith. The man had been hit covering Nelson and the others as they ran for cover. With blood dripping from the sides of the table into a growing pool on the floor, the situation didn't look good.
"Gotta take over for me, both hands." Doc ordered Twombly before walking over to the Staff Sergeant, talking in a low tone.
"Its the Femoral Artery, but I can't see it, which means it retracted up into the pelvis...which means that I have to find it, and clamp it," he informed shakily. "Its the only way to stop the bleeding, I-I got not more IVs so...I'm gonna need you to assist. Ok?"
"Yea, whatever you need."
Making their way back over Jamie looked up at them, breathing heavily.
"Now Jamie, I'm gotta do something. Its gonna hurt. Ok?" Doc asked. "I'm gonna cause you more pain, but I have to do it to help you. Alright, you understand?"
"M...m-morphine," he tried weakly.
"I can't, it'll lower your heart rate too far. I'm sorry. Here, Twombly why don't you take his hands there," Doc ordered, digging into a nearby bag and pulling out a metal clamp and handing it to Eversmann, who in turn clenched it in his teeth to free up his hands. "I need you to hold the wound open, keep pressure on the top of the leg. Yurik your gonna take the feet and the flashlight. On my count..."
"One."
"Two."
Jamie let out a whimper.
"Three!"
The private started screaming the moment they began touching his leg, increasing ten fold as Doc pried it open further.
"Wait wait wait! Ok, I feel it...I feel the pulse."
By now Jamie was unconscious.
"I-I got it!"
"Got it?"
"Yea! I got it...I got it...clamp..."
"Alright, I got it clamped."
"You got it clamped?"
"Yea, hold it. Here, grab it. Its tearing!"
"No I got it!"
"Its going back in!"
"Pull it!"
"Its tearing!"
"Pull it!"
"Ok, get out! Hold the wound."
"Ok, ok. I'm holding."
"Move your hand..."
Eversmann found himself about to vomit. Both from being hand-deep in another mans limb, but also from what happened next.
Doc slowly shook his head, giving the silent verdict. Looking back down, he tried one last time as Yurik, Twombly, and Eversmann only watched as he feebly tried to continue. By the time he finally stopped, he was visibly shaking as the privates eyes slowly opened.
"Fix it?" he whispered meekly. The men all looked at one another, each having trouble finding the words.
"Yea...yea, we got it." Eversmann smiled, gently patting the privates shoulder. Jamie weakly returned the smile.
"S-sir?"
"Yea, Jamie?"
"I'm...I'm a little...tired, sir. P-Permission...to rest a bit?"
"Go ahead, you earned a rest. We'll be here when you wake up, don't worry."
Jamie never did wake up.
Briana, Romminal, and Tai were actively sobbing into one another by now, with several others in the audience no longer sporting dry eyes as well. Jones' eye optics were fogged up, occasionally letting out the smallest sniffle. Even K!113r and Xelus seemed move by the scene. Michael and most other guardsmen and women turned away, the experience a reality for some, if not most of them. Unseen by the others, Riiana gave his hand a gentle squeeze, able to see the faint pang of sadness in the guardsmens eyes when he looked at her and gave a reassuring smile. A growing since of despair and loss of hope slowly began to grow both amongst the men as well as the adeuince as the night dragged on.
Eversmann sat in silence, staring at the ground beneath him as he slumped against the wall, hand clutching strings of dogtags. Eleven dead, almost everyone else sporting some type of wound or injury, the platoon was falling apart. Despite it, they had continued to hold, but ammunition and heavy weapons were beginning to run low.
"Anything?" Eversmann tried, looking up.
"Nothing," Kurth shook his head. "Either we're being jammed or..."
"...we're the last Imperials in the city," someone finished nearby.
"We're not making it out of this," Twombly more stated then asked. "Are we, sir?"
Eversmann looked up from one of the many holes that had been blasted in the roof of the complex, able to see the night sky. He had traveled all across the galaxy, seen hundreds of planets, and it only seemed now that he realized just how beautiful a night sky was, having not stopped to notice until now. Looking back at his men, he said the only thing he could.
"Its a beutiful night to die."
"Good as an-" Grimes started, but was cut off as an explosion rocked the building. In an instant the storm troopers were scrambling to their positions.
"Northeast corner, enemy armor!" Yurik called out as a Griffon Mortar Tank readied another round. The rebel infantry began once more, those on the ground charging while those on the rooftops covered them. Another mortar round landed on the storm troopers position, sending shrapnel flying in all directions. Either the building would collapse on them or they would be overrun. With his men looking at him, Eversmann gave the order.
"Charge!"
The advancing rebel's hadn't been expecting over forty disgruntled soldiers of the Emperor to come running out to meet then, their momentum quickly beginning to falter. Stopping atop a destroyed Tauro, Nelson had a mad grin as he fired into the masses, tearing the enemy into bloody bits before someone tackled him to the ground. By then most of the platoon was engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat, either out of ammo or too close to fire.
"For Emperor, and Imperium!" Yurik yelled, slamming two of the enemies heads together before pouncing onto another group. Eversmann was down to his combat knife and hellpistol, fighting a rebel who had his arms around his neck. Throwing the man off his back, the Staff Sergeant had enough time to shoot the downed man before a mortar round fell a few feet away. Both rebel and storm trooper nearby were sent flying, Evermann bouncing twice across the ground before slamming into a piece of concrete. A sharp pain filled his stomach, and his right arm was most likely broken, but he continued to try to stand anyway, to help defend his men. Managing to get to his knees, he looked up as voices filled his vox.
"Super Six-Two, coming in hot."
"Super Six-Five, on your six."
"Super Six-Three, IFF online, lets light'm up!"
A trio of stars seemed to move around the sky, growing brighter and brighter until the screaming of thrusters could be heard. Every ones attention was forced upwards as the stars unleashed a flurry of rockets and heavy bolter fire. In seconds most of the rooftops were ablaze as the flight of Valkyries zoomed past before anyone could act. Using the initiative, Evermann one-armed a nearby autogun as the remaining storm troopers restarted their push. As the remaining rebels looked like they were on the verge of retreat, a massive hole was blasted out of a nearby building. As the smoke was beginning to clear a Lemun Russ, riddled with damage of all kinds, swerved its turret over the mass of men. However its allegiances were soon given as the Griffon exploded in a ball of flames from its main gun. Not far behind, Chimera's and Tauro's flooded behind it. PDF soldiers quickly bustled out of the APC's, engaging the rebels that were now in full retreat.
The fighting was still going strong, but the Imperial Forces were gaining major ground and allowed them a moment to breath. Regrouping with one of his squads behind a Chimera, a friendly face(or atleast half of one) quickly made its way over.
"I heard you boys needed a lift!" McKnight grinned from behind his bandages, extending his hand.
"Your a little late, but its appreciated!" Evermann took the hand with his remaining good one before activating his vox. "My orders were for you all to stay out of the city."
Another trio of Valkyries made another pass overhead again, all guns firing.
"Permission to get court-martialed after we get you guys out of there?"
"Granted, we're going to reinforce the PDF's assault any minute now, so get ready for another pass."
"Hey," McKnight interjected. "We got word from a regiment of Mordian's coming in, so you guys can pull out."
Eversmann looked back at his platoon. Twombly and Nelson were laughing at themselves for somehow surviving, smacking one another. Grimes and most of the others were checking weapons and asking for killcounts. The rest, like Doc and Yurik, were silent as they looked around at the dead. Even now they still had at least a dozen people unaccounted for.
"We're not done yet," Eversmann shook his head. "We've still got a war to win, and people still missing somewhere out there in the city."
"Don't you guys at least want some rest before going back in?"
"We're storm troopers, Lieutenant, rest isn't in our vocabulary. Echo platoon, on me!"
As Eversmann and the others begin to move back towards the fighting as their dead and wounded are evacuated, the sun begins to rise once more.
Just another day in a galaxy at war.
The credits rolled and the lights came on once more, allowing everyone to leave. As they did, the gang settled into simple chit-chat.
"It broke my heart when Jamie died." Briana sniffled.
"Yea..." Tai slowly nodded. "I have to pee."
"Did ya see da part were da git 'splodid da other git?" Romminal asked cheerfully.
"I admit that was...pretty inspiring." Xelus begrudgingly admitted.
"Those were valiant soldiers indeed," Jones nodded. "But I'm unsure why they did not choose those like myself to do such a plan..."
"Amused Statement: Perhaps because seeing normal meatbags, doing the same thing you do, if not more, without wearing five inches of cement on every inch of their body, is a bit more awe inspiring?" K!113r tried, getting nothing but a glare.
As they continued, one of the more talkative members of the group held back, hands in his pockets and head slightly lowered.
"Did you not like it?" Riiana asked, slowing to meet the guardsmen's pace. "I didn't think it was that bad."
"Hmm?" Michael asked, looking up. "Oh, yea, I liked it. I'm just...not a fan of war movies."
A/N: *Ahem* So...yea, I guess some of you could tell I tried putting a BIT more effort then usual into this chapter. You guys deserved it though! Now before some of you think about pointing about plot holes, I KNOW, but since I'm broke and have horrible time keeping track of when things air on zee magical talky box, I had to go on memory alone. So uh...I think I got about 10 % of the movie right, probably less...don't hurt me...
The main reason I went into detail with this chapter was to test how I did with action scenes, practise for later. Well ladies and gentlemen, what is the verdict?
Joshabi- So instead of a war movie...you picked ANOTHER war movie? Seems legit.
RokkitBoyz- A pre-chapter chater cha-yea, lets go with that you said. Mr Culexus is one of the reasons I made my way into Warhammer. Everydays...better when your...
BOONE! :D
Me- Ragged Edges would make an awesome series(too bad its discontinued ;-;). Gav and Bob was touching, to say the least.
Gadaan- IS THIS NOT WHY YOU ARE HERE? ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?
Schadenfreude555- I honestly though LCB would win out with no resistance. Good God-Emperor was I wrong...
Shadowbane509- Hehe, I used Tai's choice as a tie breaker between BVD and SPR. Partly because I didn't think anymore then 25 people would vote, and I had already made this giant chapter and would have made an angry marine proud if it had gone to waste...
WolfPaladin- I loved that game for only one reason: Guardsmen. Holding. The line.
S058- You are correct, sir!
CigarChomper- Its not a real movie? *BLAM* HERESY!
Theluckyshot- FER BOB, AND POTATO PEEL! ;-;7
Wolfiuz1- They do seem to be popping up more and more as of late...
Zero D. Infinite- I try to surprise when I can.
Mastadon-King- Weeeee are the champions, my friends...
Random Zaku Pilot- Pffft, they be jelly.
AK-4142- You humble me, many thanks friend!
Lost Guy- LOST! *Tackles*