Chapter 10(In) draft 2
(Author's note, finally returning to this story after more than a year of being too busy to continue. Coming back to this story and reading the reviews I'm absolutely astonished by the sheer amount of, what's the word… butthurt, this story generated.
To the guest reviewer who anonymously wrote: "Ah, yes, more cancer from the creature that brought us that one story where the little kid keeps cumming when nuns cane his dick lol. Reading your garbage is always entertaining, in a "so incredibly awful and absurd it ends up being hilarious" kind of way. Don't take that as an encouragement, though".
There is a lot to unpack here, but maybe it's better just to burn the entire suitcase?, I'm not sure exactly what particular part of this story has your panties in a twist this hard, especially since you apparently only got as far as chapter one before being triggered this hard?, I also deeply appreciate your review of "The Imperial Orphan" that you also managed to slip in, and I am glad that you got as far as the whole of chapter one of that story too before summing up the entire story.
Had you bothered to read more than chapter one of the Imperial Orphan you might have noticed that it's a psychological horror story, about a profoundly psychologically damaged child raised in deeply abusive circumstances by hyper conservative religious nutjobs in the Imperium. This horribly messed up kid then becomes a profoundly psychologically damaged Night Lord chaos space marine (and psychotic killer). The kid burns his own sister alive, kills god knows how many people, and is just a complete misanthropic psycho, (as a result of his horrific treatment as a child).
Basically it's a story of a kid who was turned into a monster by years of systematic abuse. Had you read more than the first chapter then you might have discovered this. I'm guessing that you are just not good at reading?
I'm ok to be "so bad it's good", I write mostly just for the joy of it, if someone else is entertained along the way that's great. I don't mind if I'm not the best author by any stretch of the imagination, it's not like I'm a professional writer or anything. The fact that my legacy story stats on most of my multiple chapter stories are somewhere between 10k-150k views means that at least thousands of people are reading the stuff I write, if they are reading it because it's "so bad it's good" then that's still fine, I'm happy to entertain even just one person honestly.
As for this story about what is basically a bizarre version of space antifa hippies merely existing in deep space in the 40k universe, I'm not sure what part of chapter one qualifies as "cancer" in your enlightened opinion?, Like how *dare* some space hippies put an anarchist flag on an unclaimed deep space comet!, How *dare* they talk and act like a bunch of antifa people!, How *dare* they do drugs and free sex and other hippie shit!, How *dare* they refuse to suck daddy dom emperor's dick, and instead call him and his imperium a bunch of rude names!, It's just so… cancerous.
For fucks sake people, stop being such fucking pussies. It's a god damn parody story and far from the most offensive thing I've written. Having the Catholic space Nazis (Imperium of Man) face off against atheist space antifa is such an obvious and entertaining foil, that I'm honestly surprised that I'm apparently the first person to think of it. The two factions are polar fucking opposites. If this story triggers the shit out of you this hard it says a lot more about you than the story.)
***…
Marcello Sarto couldn't help feeling a deep sense of shame for his home star system as his girls watched recordings of the captured Imperial Guard being interrogated, even for low hivers these guys were fucking morons!
His girls were currently asphyxiating with choking tears of laughter, unable to even breathe as the interrogated men spouted idiotic conspiracy theories so stupid that Marcello cringed to hear such nonsense.
"You used your anarchist witchcraft to make me grow up to have lopsided testicles!, Don't even try to deny it!, I want my testicles to be both the same size if you please!", one particular genius of a guardsman was currently saying in the recording of the interrogation.
The girls were laying on the ground, gasping for breath as though they were dying, tears of laughter in their eyes, too breathless to even make a sound in their silent laughter.
Marcello buried his face in his hands, feeling just so ashamed of Eta Boo right now.
The girls paused the footage on their phone drones, silently mouthing that they were about to die from their breathless laughter, and they continued to asphyxiate as they rolled around on the ground crying tears of laughter.
The girls honestly did look like they were dying from lack of breath from laughing too hard, Marcello had never seen them laugh this much at anything before.
It was probably a good thing that they had paused the footage, they clearly needed to catch their breath before watching any more.
Marcello groaned in embarrassment, fucking low hivers!
It was things like this that painfully reminded Marcello that the Imperial Guard didn't have a minimum IQ requirement for recruits volunteering to join. The Imperial Guard didn't care if you were illiterate, it didn't care if you were the stupidest man who had ever lived, it didn't care if you had a grossly inferior brain. If you were capable of firing a weapon in the vague direction of the enemy and understanding very very simple commands, then you were smart enough for the Imperial Guard.
Men who were genuinely mentally retarded could even enlist, just so long as the retardation wasn't SO bad that you couldn't even be used as a human shield by your slightly smarter fellow guardsmen while performing cannon fodder duties. Any moron could enlist, and a lot of morons did, morons like these particular intellectual giants.
Marcello sighed, aching inside with shame for his star system, low hivers really were some of the stupidest mother fuckers alive!
The sort of men who would abandon their lines without leave to personally enter enemy territory armed only with sticks they had found, and then be genuinely surprised to discover that the enemy all had guns, that was low hiver level stupids. The low hive levels just above the under hive in the hive cities of Eta Boo were a polluted warren of heavy metal poisoning, courtesy of the smelters and metal processing industries that abounded in the low hive levels, and this heavy metal contamination adversely affected brain development. These people couldn't help it, they were just genuinely stupid.
When you take a heavy metal poisoned low IQ brain, and then fill it with a lifetime of ridiculous propaganda, the resulting stupidity could be, well, this...
"I think I just wet myself!", Ursula gasped with breathless laughter.
Marcello shook his hidden face in his hands, so embarrassed for the Eta Boo system.
"Can we please stop watching, this is embarrassing," Marcello asked his girls.
"No way! It just keeps getting better!", Riley laughed back, turning up the volume.
"I'm TELLING you that my balls are different sizes!", the audio said loudly.
The girls all howled with fresh laughter, unable to even breathe.
Marcello shuddered violently with embarrassment.
"I can't listen to this, I am going for a walk," Marcello told his girls, getting up to leave.
"Don't go, it's funnier with you here!"
Marcello waved away this comment and went for a walk.
The group was currently in the middle of a forest of mixed fruit trees, not super deep inside but deep enough to give a bit of privacy, and had been sitting on the soft leaf litter eating fruit together when the phone drone received the interrogation footage from the captured Imperial Guard.
Marcello and his girls had been together for over a month now, and had stabilised into a permanent official polygamous relationship of boyfriend and girlfriends. The girls were mostly faithful to Marcello, with only a few little incidents when they had fucked other men, and Marcello in turn was completely faithful to his five girlfriends. The girls were getting steadily better at not sleeping with other people, but it was apparently still a learning curve for these free love women.
With the knowledge that his girls were still not 100 percent guaranteed to be completely faithful in his absence, Marcello jealously did not stray too far from them as he walked, simply circling around their position just out of hearing distance of the embarrassing audio.
Marcello was dressed in clothing for a change, as were his girls. The group had taken to carrying a large carry bag with them everywhere they went now, the bag containing clothing and other things that they acquired in their random wanderings throughout the cylinder. Marcello currently wore a vibrantly colourful Hawaiian style shirt, denim shorts and a pair of hiking boots with socks.
His girls were dressed in a variety of female summer clothing, all of it lightweight and colourful, and wore a variety of footwear, mostly of the flat soled sandal variety but with Carmen wearing cute bright pink and white sneakers and socks.
The girls were still laughing uncontrollably as Marcello walked around them, and he sighed as he picked fruit off the trees to eat.
Marcello peeled open a beautifully orange mandarin fruit with his fingers, pulling the edible fleshy sections apart and eating them one by one, spitting out the seeds onto the leaf litter covered ground.
Marcello gently tossed freshly picked mandarin oranges over to his five laughing girlfriends, but they were not composed enough to eat them at the moment.
The sounds of rustling leaf litter alerted Marcello to the footsteps of someone walking towards them, and Marcello looked with jealous suspicion in the dim shadowy light under the trees, peering hard to see.
An extremely handsome young man with long golden hair rustled into view, the young man wearing only green and brown patterned military camouflage trousers and combat boots, so that his washboard abs and highly sculpted hairless chest were on full display. The man had a green and brown camouflage patterned military sub machine gun hanging from a strap across his broad strong shoulders, and in one hand he carried a collapsible military shovel, with a bundle of what looked like empty plastic sandbags held under the arm that carried the shovel.
It did not take a genius to recognise that this extremely handsome young man was some sort of soldier, obviously involved in digging some sort of sandbag fortifications. The man was obviously heading somewhere to do something important with his shovel and empty sandbags, but this meant nothing to these extremely laid back anarchists, the man might still drop his duties to pursue a woman at the slightest opportunity.
The clean shaven handsome pretty face of the young man was drawn to the loud laughter of Marcello's girlfriends!, The young man was indeed neglecting his military duties now to approach the five beautiful young women with keen sexual interest in his handsome face!
Marcello quickly returned to his girls, jealously putting his arms around as many of them as possible, making especial care to hold onto his favourite girlfriend Carmen. Hopefully the guy would take a hint and back off.
The guy noticed what Marcello was doing, but he approached anyway, eyeing Riley who Marcello didn't quite have enough arm length to also hold!
"Hello comrades", the extremely handsome young man said warmly, walking over with a charming smile.
The girls were too busy giggling to even reply properly, just waving slightly in greeting as they continued watching their phone drones.
"Something sure sounds funny", the man said, walking right up to the group and sitting down confidently right next to Riley!
Riley nodded in a fit of giggles and showed the man the interrogation footage on her phone drone.
The young man watched for a moment and then began to laugh, making Marcello feel even more provoked and uncomfortable.
Marcello reached over with a hand and pulled on Riley's elbow, pulling her so hard that she fell over sideways onto his sitting legs, making Riley giggle and laugh even more.
Marcello fussed over her, bending down and deliberately giving her a kiss on the lips to show the other man that she was already taken. Riley returned the kiss, but was giggling too much to hold it for long.
The other guy was laughing too much from the phone drone to even pay attention to Marcello's efforts to mark his territory, and was now sitting very close beside Emma, looking at her phone drone!
Marcello had a girl between himself and Emma, and he tried to nonchalantly reach an arm around to get at Emma without looking too desperately jealous in the process, (as that would be humiliating).
Marcello repositioned himself behind Emma, on the pretext of looking at her phone over her shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around her body from behind, in a display of ownership.
The man just wasn't taking a hint, laughing with Emma about the phone drone footage and not backing off at all!
Marcello was deeply provoked, but desperate to avoid humiliating himself by making a scene. If Marcello openly said something to the man about this without just cause, Marcello would come away looking jealous and insecure and weak, he would get to keep his girlfriends completely to himself but he would lose face in the process.
Sarto family mafia men could not endure to lose face and look weak in front of groups of beautiful young women, let alone in front of any men who were allies of the Sarto Family Mafia. Looking too insecure in this situation would be utterly humiliating in Marcello's culture.
The handsome man was a local man, and therefore a citizen of Bash'the'fash'istan and a sworn ally. Marcello absolutely could not get away with killing this man, (and the guy had a gun to defend himself anyway), Marcello would be fired from his position immediately upon return to Eta Boo, even if the locals didn't kill him for committing the murder of a local soldier during a fucking war.
Marcello could perhaps try to fight the handsome muscular young man with his bare fists and get away with it, (assuming the man didn't simply shoot Marcello), but Marcello risked losing that fight very badly given the impressive physique of the young man, which would be even more humiliating.
Unable to fight (victoriously) and unable to look like an insecure jealous weakling by saying something at this stage, Marcello just kept subtly marking his territory with physical touch to his girlfriends.
"Is this guy retarded?", the handsome young man laughed uproariously at the phone interrogation footage.
"Total conspiretard", Emma choked with laughter.
"How is it even possible to be this stupid?", the handsome man laughed with Emma.
"Fascism is a mental illness… No offence Marcello", Emma laughed, turning her head briefly to glance at Marcello.
"Wait what?, Are you a chud?!", the handsome young man exclaimed.
"I'm nothing of the sort!", Marcello protested his innocence with barely concealed anger.
"Whoa dude, your voice. Are you one of the drug smuggler guys?", the handsome young man reacted in surprise.
"Yes, I am a crew member of the Magnificent Sir Archibald", Marcello said stiffly.
"Wow, I almost forgot you guys were still here. I guess you are stuck here now", the handsome young man replied with a charming smile and a chuckle.
"Yes, we can't leave until the war is over. We might be here for a very long time", Marcello agreed slightly less stiffly.
"Well you boys know you are all welcome to stay here with us for the rest of your lives if it comes to that, our home is your home and all that", the young man said charmingly.
"You and your people are very kind", Marcello replied respectfully.
"Given how fucking stupid these fashy chuds are it might not be long before the war ends", the young man said as an afterthought.
"The Black Templar don't give up easily, they won't admit defeat and won't stop fighting", Marcello warned darkly.
"'War is the ultimate reality check', so they say. The chuds don't have to 'admit' shit, they are still going to lose whether they believe it or not", the young man replied vindictively.
The girls all loudly agreed with this sentiment, cursing and belittling the Black Templar, infected with the infamous "hawkishness" of war that made all people especially vindictive and patriotic during a war.
Marcello did not join in with this jingoism, very few imperial citizens *dared* to openly speak ill of the Black Templar space marines. It was blatant *blasphemy* to belittle or curse such a holy and sacrosanct space marine chapter!
The young man wasted no time in enthusiastically agreeing with Marcello's girlfriends in insulting the Black Templar invaders, building a bond with them that could let him sleep with them if Marcello wasn't vigilant.
Marcello was deeply irritated and jealous from the mere presence of this man, and just wanted him to go away and return to his military duties, but the girls were responding very warmly towards the man.
Emma was firmly held in Marcello's arms beside the man, but Riley and Jasmine had moved to sit on the young man's other side, and their body language was extremely warm and sexually receptive!
Riley in particular was holding her face very close to the young man's face, smiling warmly and giving all of those subtle nonverbal human mating signals that no boyfriend wants to see directed at another man.
The young man was very enthusiastically chatting Riley up, obviously planning to fuck her.
Riley playfully felt the handsome young man's bulging arm muscles with an inviting expression, and the man moved his face closer to hers, about to kiss her!
Marcello loudly cleared his throat.
Riley paused at the last moment and pulled her face back away, looking at Marcello in concern but not guilt.
The handsome young man looked at Riley in confusion, and briefly followed her gaze to Marcello's angry jealous face.
"What's with the look friend?", the young man asked in confusion.
"That's my girlfriend", Marcello said very quietly and dangerously.
"Oh?", the young man replied simply.
"So leave her alone and find another woman in the forest", Marcello elaborated.
The young man looked to Riley to confirm this, and she nodded gently in a way that was actually apologetic!
The shirtless young soldier reluctantly held up his hands in peace and started chatting up Jasmine instead!
"She is also my girlfriend", Marcello very quietly informed the man, feeling humiliated now.
"Christ man, which of these girls are not your girlfriend?", the young soldier asked incredulously.
"They are all my girlfriends", Marcello shyly admitted with surprising humiliation.
"You want five girls to be fine with sharing a boyfriend but you get jealous if they want you to share?!, That's a bit greedy and hypocritical", the handsome young man criticised Marcello.
Marcello had no defence against this logic, he was taking five of this man's own countrywomen for himself and refusing to share them, depriving this soldier of access to five of his own delightful casual sex women. Marcello stammered to even reply.
"I don't mind if they all consent and choose to be fully monogamous to one dude, but these girls would have fucked me just now if you didn't stop them, they are not monogamous at all, you are just controlling them!", The young man berated Marcello, standing up angrily.
"He totally is, but we still choose to stay with him. We are not being forced to stay with him, we just like being his girlfriends", Carmen defended Marcello.
"That's fair enough, but if a girl leads me on I will fuck her if she lets me. The *girl* can tell me *herself* if she's not interested, the boyfriend with four other girlfriends doesn't get to say shit!", the young man replied righteously.
Marcello was so humiliated that he would have shot the man already if they had been in the hives of Eta Boo!
Marcello stood up angrily, facing the much larger and stronger man, Marcello's face was a mask of bitter fury.
"You going to fight me or something?", the handsome young man said incredulously.
Marcello paused at this, his wounded pride warring against his desire not to commit suicide by fighting a muscular soldier.
Marcello was an Assistant Purser in a catering department, not a highly fit soldier, his body was not weak but still within the imperial physical average. Fighting against a soldier who seemed to live half his life at the gym lifting weights was not a fight that Marcello would win…
"I am not your enemy. Your enemy are invading your ships and murdering your people. Save your fighting spirit for the Black Templar", Marcello said in a desperate attempt to defuse this situation and save face in the process.
The muscular young man paused in disgust at this reminder.
"The Black Templar are murdering women and babies as we speak. Fighting your own allies is not going to help them", Marcello continued.
"You think that the fucked up war crimes give you a free pass from being a greedy little shit?, You get to keep ONE girl for yourself as a monogamous partner, and YOU sure as shit WILL be monogamous to her as well. This one woman can then be yours alone. But if you keep FIVE girls then no fucking way, I will fuck any of them right in front of you little man", the huge muscular young man lectured Marcello like he was a child, pushing a strong index finger into Marcello's chest just to humiliate him even more.
Marcello couldn't reply to this, he was too humiliated. He wanted to find a gun and kill this man on the spot.
The handsome young man then turned to face Marcello's shocked girlfriends.
The man sat right in the middle of the girls in a display of power and dominance, almost like the way an Ork might take possession of the followers of a defeated Warboss, and Marcello was burning in his soul from the negative emotions he felt.
"I'm staying with my boyfriend", Carmen announced and stood up, leaving the handsome man and walking over to hug Marcello!
Marcello almost gasped with emotion and hugged her tightly, feeling her warm body in his arms like the most precious thing in the universe.
"I choose my boyfriend", Ursula announced, also standing and joining Marcello.
Marcello hugged her in beside Carmen with all his might.
"I choose my boyfriend", Jasmine said next, standing up and going over to join the group hug.
Riley and Emma remained, looking between Marcello and the handsome young man indecisively.
"Can we choose both at the same time?", Riley mused out loud.
"You certainly can", the handsome man said, gently putting a hand on Riley's shoulder.
Riley trembled with desire from the touch, having very poor impulse control.
"Maybe later, I need to at least talk to my boyfriend first before being non monogamous", Emma said indecisively, getting up and going over to the group cuddle.
Marcello jealously put an arm around Emma, and gazed miserably at Riley.
"I, I'm still your girlfriend, I just, I just. It's just", Riley stammered.
The handsome man put a muscular arm around Riley, and she touched his muscular chest with a hand, looking at Marcello guiltily.
Marcello looked at Riley miserably, his heart breaking.
"I, no, this is hurting my boyfriend. You are really hot, but I love my boyfriend, I don't want to hurt him", Riley said.
Marcello was stunned, this was the first time one of his girlfriends had said that she loved him.
Riley got up and ran to Marcello, stammering apologies and hugging into the group cuddle tightly. Riley started to cry emotionally and babbled incomplete sentences about choosing Marcello first.
The handsome shirtless soldier stood and looked at the group hug with an expression of irritation.
"If they say no then I won't rape them. As long as *they* choose only you you get to keep them. But it's *their* decision, not yours", the muscular soldier allowed grudgingly.
"I have things to do anyway, trenches and sandbags and foxholes and stuff to dig. I guess I had better stop procrastinating and get to work", the soldier said with a sigh and collected his gear, pausing to steal a few interesting items from the group's bag laying nearby before getting up and leaving.
Marcello watched the man go with terrible relief.
(Author's note, sorry I couldn't help myself from busting the balls of (the more hypocritical type of) polygamy fetishists. Ever since dealing with "To Love-Ru" fans bitching in my private message inbox every time I fanfic wrote a member of Rito's massive massive harem getting a second boyfriend on the side, I have grown to despise the hypocrisy of men who think it's fine for a man to have a dozen girlfriends at the same time but unforgivable for any of those women to have even one other boyfriend.)
(If a man can have multiple women at once, it's only fair that those women should be entitled to do the same. I get that there can be personal private sexual fantasies about polygamy that stay firmly within imagination and consensual role play games, that shit is fine. But men who genuinely feel *entitled* to real life fuck an entire harem of women, women who are each completely faithful to the *highly* unfaithful man, these men are the most greedy hypocritical people alive.)
(I totally get Marcello wanting to have fun with five girls at the same time just because he can, he's a single sailor on shore leave, the free love anarchist girls are just giving it away, of course he is going to happily accept that arrangement. But the moment he gets jealous and starts making an exclusive harem for himself he has crossed the line into something fundamentally selfish and people will start calling it out. I understand the evolutionary reasons why human men might be programmed to get insanely jealous over massive exclusive harems to maximise their own personal reproductive success, to maximise how many offspring will be born who carry the genes of the individual man, but it's still unbelievably selfish behaviour.)
Marcello always hated encountering the men of Bash'the'fash'istan ever since getting his five girlfriends. They were always trying to fuck his five girlfriends or being weird about him having five girlfriends. But even by normal standards of Bash'the'fash'istan men this guy just now had been extreme.
Marcello just held his girlfriends tightly, his nerves and pride extremely frayed right now.
"We should go somewhere else before he comes back", Carmen suggested from the middle of the group cuddle after a while.
Marcello nodded silently and let go of the girls, still feeling a bit fragile.
"Where should we go?", Ursula asked.
"Somewhere secluded and private for us to talk, we need to talk about this stuff", Carmen outlined.
"A ruin in the middle of a forest?", Marcello suggested, wanting to just hide in some dark pit until he felt better after his bitter humiliation.
"That doesn't sound very nice, it would be full of wet dead leaves and bees nests and stuff, not to mention a multitude of earthworms. People have probably shitted in there too", Carmen complained.
"Let's just go back to a sail boat", Riley suggested.
"The nearest lake wasn't very nice at all when we tried to sail it the other day, and the nice lakes would take ages to reach", Carmen replied.
"Let's just walk and figure out where we are going later", Marcello said quietly, in a rather black mood.
The little group broadly agreed with this idea and they walked through the deep leaf litter of the forest, looking for somewhere with some real privacy to talk about their relationship problems.
The group had barely been walking a few minutes before the girls were back to laughing about the interrogation footage on their phone drones…
Marcello sighed.
***…
Out in space the huge swarm of millions of rock ships were floating in a defensive formation slightly away from the already conquered rock ships, but not too far away.
A space of about a hundred kilometres separated the rock ships controlled by the two factions, to try to make it harder for transport shuttles to invade new rock ships without being shot full of holes with lasers.
The rock ships controlled by the Imperium were currently arranged very closely in a dish or bowl formation, to provide a sheltered "bay" area for new supply ships and transport ships to warp in and out beyond the reach of the lasers of the main swarm of rock ships.
A terrified inexpensive Vagabond Class Merchant Trader vessel full of supplies was currently exiting the warp with extreme care and precision inside this protective "bay" area, guided with such precision by choirs of Imperial Navy psykers stationed in some of the conquered rock ships, giving the astropaths of the supply ships a tiny beacon to guide them.
The artificial intelligences of Bash'the'fash'istan showed immediate interest in this new ship, lasers blasting at all the gaps between the conquered rock ships, and Bash'the'fash'istan rock ships broke off from the defensive swarm to get a clear shot from behind!
The Vagabond supply ship panicked almost immediately and teleported random cargo inside the rock ships at random, before then starting their warp drive with more than 99 percent of their cargo still onboard.
The Vagabond escaped to warp with minutes to spare, as the huge rock ships were not fast to manoeuvre with their huge mass and fragile human populations in rotating cylinders, and the breakaway rock ships inspected the "bay" area to find nothing.
The breakaway rock ships paused, about a hundred kilometres away from the conquered rock ships but just beyond the dish shaped formation on many sides to give clear lines of sight for their lasers.
The breakaway rock ships were nervous however, the Imperial troop transport ships could come out of the warp and board them without warning at any moment. The rock ships all had civilians on board, Bash'the'fash'istan had no dedicated entirely military rock ships.
The breakaway rock ships deployed some floating weapon system drones and surveillance drones in space with lines of sight, and the rock ships then retreated back towards the protection of the main defensive ball formation.
Commandeered laser batteries on the conquered rock ships poked out from inside armoured "barnacles" studding their surfaces, and started shooting these drones as soon as the breakaway rock ships retreated. The weapon system drones returned fire with nuclear smart missiles as every single drone was lasered into molten fragments.
The laser batteries ducked back inside their barnacle shaped heavily armoured protective coverings, armoured doors slamming shut over the mouths of the barnacles as the nuclear smart missiles approached with blistering speed.
The missiles hit the barnacles with perfect accuracy for maximum damage, exploding with multi megaton nuclear blasts in contact with the armoured barnacles.
The barnacles took the full force of the blasts, and ablative armour layers vaporised in the explosions, leaving glowing red armour layers beneath. The barnacles were designed to withstand nuclear weapons with only heavy damage to the ablative armour surface layers.
The heat had barely faded before the Vagabond supply ship fearfully returned from the warp, randomly teleporting more supplies into random rock ships in a panic as the Bash'the'fash'istan rock ships once again broke off from the swarm to engage, repeating the entire cycle…
***…
"Jesus Christ!, Where the fuck did that shipping container come from!", one of the anarchist soldiers shouted.
A huge painted metal shipping container full of supplies had just teleported into thin air right in mid air above the trees and ploughed into the trees like a meteor.
Prisoner of war Private John Laurito looked closely in interest at the ripped open mangled wreckage of the shipping container half buried deep into the dirt and ruined trees, walking right up to it and noticing in interest that it was full of cardboard boxes of Imperial Guard explosive demolition charges.
The shipping container was ripped open to expose thousands of demo charges in cardboard boxes, and the container had managed to land right on top of the anarchists' campfire so that burning wood and glowing orange coals were everywhere.
Some of the cardboard boxes of demo charges were starting to smoke from sitting on top of some glowing orange coals…
"Are you on crack!?, Get the fuck away from that thing before it blows!", an anarchist yelled at him.
Private Laurito thought that the bed wetting anarchist was being very rude, but reluctantly moved away, joining the anarchists in a crude deep trench that was half full of ground water.
BOOM!
Debris and shrapnel and clumps of dirt and vegetation blasted everywhere overhead, followed by a continuous hissing sound.
"Fuck!, That thing breached the cylinder to the lower pressure cavity it sits in, we are losing atmosphere", one of the anarchists yelled.
"You can just fix it with your anarchist witchcraft", Private Laurito dismissed, climbing up out of the trench to view the damage as the anarchists replied incredulously.
A huge crater greeted his eyes, the dirt blown clean away to expose the flat metal underneath. This metal had a huge crack in it that was hissing loudly.
Even as he watched, ground water started seeping out of the dirt at the bottom edges of the crater and flowing to the crack. The hissing stopped and was replaced by a slightly gurgling whirlpool of water going down the widest part of the crack.
"Shit!, Another container!, Take cover!", an anarchist shouted.
Private Laurito looked up dimly to see a shipping container shooting through the air overhead to strike the trees nearby in this massive forest.
Even as he looked, more shipping containers teleported randomly into the sky in mid air, shooting off in random sideways directions in this spinning environment until they hit something.
More explosions sounded as ammo and other stuff in a few of the shipping containers exploded from some of the impacts.
"The fash boys are fucking maniacs!", an anarchist soldier shouted from inside a trench.
Private Laurito just ignored the explosions and mayhem as shipping containers flew everywhere, the anarchists in their trenches were overreacting.
Mechanical snakes slithered everywhere in the trees and leaf litter and undergrowth as Private Laurito wandered curiously into the forest to find more shipping containers, the snakes looked at him but didn't spit any "nano thermite" needles at him.
Some anarchist doctors had completely removed all of the nano thermite needles from Private Laurito's body when he surrendered, and the snakes had stopped spitting needles at him ever since he became a prisoner of war.
Killer drones flew overhead in swarms as Private Laurito walked, but these were no longer hostile to him either.
The war was still raging on this rock ship, the heroes of the Imperium controlled all the zero gravity bits of the ship but the bed wetting anarchist crybabies controlled the inside of all the cylinder bits with gravity.
The anarchists were going to lose and die probably, but they just kept fighting instead of surrendering, relying on their drones to stop the heroes of humanity.
More shipping containers flew sideways through the air with terrifying speed, ploughing into trees all around, and mechanical drone snakes exploded in blue-white thermite flashes as shipping containers hit them at high speed.
"John Laurito!, Are you out of your mind!?, Get in a trench before you die!", an anarchist yelled as the snake thermite flashes set ruptured shipping containers on fire.
Private Laurito reluctantly climbed down into the nearest anarchist trench, annoyed as his shoes sank into waist deep water in the deep trench.
BOOM!
"Are you ok you stupid fucker?", an anarchist combat medic asked him in concern.
"I'm fine", Private Laurito replied as more explosions sounded all around.
The trench he was in was crudely dug through a thick soil of root choked wet compost, not so much dug as sawed out of the millions of roots that filled the entire soil. The trench sides were just above head height, and had some raised narrow wooden platforms hidden under the water at the sides for people to stand on to shoot over the sides of the trench.
The groundwater flooded trench was just wide enough for two men to squeeze past each other, and was filled with huge numbers of anarchist soldiers holding guns and drone controlling equipment. None of them looked happy to see Private Laurito.
The flying shipping containers suddenly stopped, and the explosions gradually ceased…
Anarchists scrambled out of the trench to look for wounded and survey damage, and Private Laurito was cuffed across the back of the head by the hand of an anarchist and told to not be stupid.
Private Laurito didn't enjoy being in waist deep ground water so he climbed out of the trench with the help of a wooden ladder.
The damage was even worse now, with ruined trees and mangled shipping containers everywhere. Most of the containers had not exploded, but there was a lot of evidence of huge explosions from containers that had.
The nearby crater with the crack through the metal was now full of shallow dirty brown ground water with a bit of small turbulence in the middle above the crack, the water too deep and the crack too clogged with random crap for a whirlpool now.
Small flying drones were buzzing all around every container in sight, checking if they were safe, and wheeled drones with mechanical arms were rolling over to open and unload the containers that were deemed safe.
The anarchist soldiers grabbed Private Laurito and forced him to march without telling him where he was going, about a squad of anarchist soldiers marching with him into the endless forest of random mixed fruit trees and nut trees.
The group walked through the forest, the anarchists much better equipped with high quality camouflage clothing and high quality polymer body armour and helmets that actually worked. None of the gear was the same or uniform in appearance, every soldier equipped by himself with whatever he wanted, and even the guns were mostly different.
The anarchists seemed to prefer auto-guns over lasguns, Private Laurito had barely seen any anarchists carry any lasguns at all since being captured, and the squad with him carried only bullet based weapons. They carried an anarchic mix of assault rifles, sub machine guns and sniper rifles which didn't even all use the same type of ammunition. The sergeants would have a fit if the anarchists actually had any!
Private Laurito didn't have any weapons at all, not even a stick as he was a prisoner of war, and he still wore his dirty and disgusting Imperial Guard uniform and combat boots, which wasn't even properly camouflage patterned for this terrain. Around his neck was his Imperial Guard identification dog tag, which would be very useful to avoid being shot when the Imperium eventually won.
The group marched through a ruined forest landscape full of women and children cowering in shallow wet holes dug everywhere, with terrible shrapnel damage to the snake drone infested trees and other vegetation. Some of the anarchist women were seriously sexy, their beautiful young faces gazing out of wet dirty holes in terror for their lives.
The group passed many trenches and improvised buried wood and dirt bunkers that the anarchist military was using, as well as endless numbers of improvised buried ammo dumps that were little more than wooden ceilinged bunkers covered with thick dirt, with ramps cut into the dirt to reach the doors.
Private Laurito was led past countless crude military defences of dirt and wood and sandbags, the forest completely riddled with trenches and foxholes and bunkers and lines of sandbags to provide cover. Soldiers with shovels and bags were busily digging the wet mostly-compost dirt into bags to make new sandbag defences, as others dug all sorts of different holes and trenches with the help of civilians with shovels or even motorised digging machines.
Soldiers and civilians were busily cutting and working tree branches and fallen trees to provide wood for making crude bunkers and other fortifications, with motorised saws buzzing loudly as the wood was cut and worked.
The group entered into an especially overgrown area where the trees were too thick for even trenches in more than a few places. The land here was more elevated than usual from especially deep leaf litter dropped over what looked like many long years, and difficult to even walk through with deep leaf piles and with vines and undergrowth choking everything.
Tiny foxholes full of civilian women and children were absolutely everywhere that could fit them in this extremely dense place, with wooden planks crossing over the foxholes in many places where they blocked the way. Private Laurito looked down at mud covered beautiful young women in mostly extremely skimpy mud covered clothes as he walked over their foxholes on the wooden plank bridges, and he greeted the beautiful women with a whistle, earning himself a smack across the head from one of the soldiers.
"The POW holding area is just a bit further, you can join the other idiot chuds", one of the anarchist soldiers informed Private Laurito.
Private Laurito got excited at this and lost his footing on a plank over a foxhole!
His feet slipped out from under him on the wet wooden plank as he tried to regain his balance, and he fell down awkwardly in the foxhole to land on top of a group of rather plump young women wearing only bikinis!
The foxhole was so tight that Private Laurito didn't fit properly with all the chubby women already in the tiny hole, and he couldn't move much without accidentally kicking women in the faces with his combat boots, his body wedged half upside down between the young women in an extremely awkward angle!
The soldiers angrily tried to pull him out, his face was pressed tightly into one young woman's rather large breast, the woman herself pinned in place against the dirt wall of the foxhole at her back!
Private Laurito's arms were wedged in awkward places, one arm trapped under him with his hand pressed hard between a woman's legs, the other arm wedged between a woman's back fat and the dirt wall of the foxhole!
He could barely see a thing and could barely even breathe with the large fat tit covered in a muddy bikini top enveloping his entire face, the young woman in question was rather fat with swollen fat E cup sized titties at the very least!
The women loudly complained and tried to move in the confined space, only making Private Laurito even more stuck, as soldiers pulled on his legs.
"Fuck!, More shipping containers!, Take cover!", one of the soldiers suddenly shouted, and the men scrambled away to enter other foxholes, leaving Private Laurito stuck like this!
The fat women in the foxhole all loudly screamed as crashes and explosions sounded somewhere outside, and those who could move their arms clung to Private Laurito's legs and body for comfort.
Private Laurito reflexively tightened his grip on the woman's crotch as the explosions got closer, making the woman gasp and hiss.
He moved his face around desperately for air as the tit threatened to suffocate him, turning his face in all directions making the woman the tit belong to shift about in the extremely confined space.
Private Laurito's mouth found air between the woman's tits as more explosions sounded, and he accidentally kicked one of the women in the face again with his muddy boots.
Private Laurito was completely enveloped in female fat in the confined space as death and shrapnel sprayed overhead from exploding ammo containers.
He gripped the chubby crotch harder than ever as he felt a bit of shrapnel cut through the side of his foot where it slightly protruded above the foxhole, and he pulled down his foot desperately, kicking a woman in the face again!
All was darkness with his eyes smothered by a big fat tit, he could smell only mud and dirty unwashed tits, he could taste dirt and mud in his mouth, he could feel only fat girls and dirt and the pain in his foot.
The girls were grunting and crying and screaming and making other dismayed noises, they were too terrified to even complain about being accidentally molested by Private Laurito.
The apocalyptic sounds of shipping containers suddenly started to fade, the supply ship responsible had obviously fled back to warp again.
Even a man like Private John Laurito could grasp that this method of teleporting supplies to the war zone was probably doing more harm than good. If the anarchists with prepared trenches and foxholes were having such a rotten time from this meteor storm of teleporting shipping containers, then the Imperial Guard forces must be completely shell shocked behind whatever cover they could find.
The women all wept with relief, and the hands of soldiers grabbed his legs and pulled hard, dragging him out of the tight hole full of female fat.
Private Laurito grinned and waved to the shocked looking bikini clad chubby women in the far too small foxhole for such fat women, amazed that he had even fitted at all in the still tightly crowded hole.
The women had kicked faces, scratches, bruises and shifted bikini tops so that some nipples were exposed. They looked terrified and violated in equal measure, rendered completely speechless by what had happened.
Private Laurito winked at the women in the hole, and turned his attention to his foot. It had a shrapnel cut right through the side of his boot and it was bleeding.
The soldiers manhandled Private Laurito to his feet, and he immediately began to limp to protect his wounded foot. The soldiers very very carefully got him over the plank bridge above the foxhole full of fat women, getting him to the dirt piled other side without falling in again.
The trees were all ripped up from heavy shrapnel, and chunks of metal were impaled into tree trunks from the exploding shipping containers full of explosives falling nearby.
Every foxhole they passed had absolutely terrified women hiding inside, with some mothers clutching children or babies desperately in some of the foxholes that had children.
They came at last to a guarded buried building entrance of some sort, a metal building that seemed to be completely under the leaf litter and dirt and trees, so buried that only part of the sloping metal roof was above the ground at all. The building had a sloping trench dug down deep into the dirt just to reach the door, with a guarded trench system dug to each side of this access trench.
Private Laurito was marched limping down the sloping ramp trench into the doorway, entering a surprisingly large room full of electric lights and men in Imperial Guard uniforms.
Private Laurito's foot was immediately tended to by an anarchist doctor of some sort in a large second room that seemed to function as a field hospital, the hospital area also contained a lot of wounded women and children and anarchist men, with many doctors treating the wounded.
"Don't leave the building and don't fuck anything up in the hospital. This is your home for the rest of the war unless we need to evacuate you", one of the anarchist soldiers informed him.
Private Laurito nodded and limped off to explore the building.
The building was well lit but filthy, it had lines of dirt all the way up the inside of the metal walls and thick clear plastic windows. It was obvious that it had been deserted and full of dirt and mud and dead leaves before the war started and had been dug out very recently to serve as a military building.
Private Laurito discovered several rooms and even a staircase to a second lower floor that was full of ground water and still in the process of being dug out. Another staircase went up to a roof attic just below the leaf litter and trees above.
The building was crowded with prisoners of war, and had a lot of food and medical supplies stored inside the building. Some prisoners were laying on the floor asleep, the building having no beds outside the hospital area, and others were shitting in buckets that disgusted anarchist soldiers occasionally emptied down some pit outside.
Some sort of water purification system was set up to pump ground water from the flooded bottom floor and clean it somehow. It was all surprisingly nice by the standards of these filthy anarchist scum.
The anarchists' own women and kids were cowering in muddy holes in the dirt to shelter from explosions, but the prisoners of war were kept safe and comfortable in a deeply buried building with medical treatment. Private Laurito was genuinely astonished.
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