Pov John Parker

Ok, we have two weeks before we go to Athenia, time to get some shit done. My Company was severely lacking in equipment as we have only Lasgun and basic flak armour. The Major of my battalion just said to me "You will have to get your supplies on your own. I, however, will take great interest in your reports." he was a Major thanks to his constant victories, the little bastard takes most of the credit of all the battles. So I had to bribe the tech-priests with toasters to replace our flashlights with upgraded Autoguns and also replace our las-packs with incendiary ap rounds. I had my Cadian Rolf and his platoon to piss into bottles for Molotov cocktails. (A/N they never made any flammable grenades before in this universe, it's quite stupid actually.) My Kriegsmen Natalia and her platoon made me some Anti-tank rifles and grenades out of leftover scrap. And last but not least, Me and my brother Hayden, who is now part of my Company, developed deployable buckler void shields from the wrist for extra protection and when formed into a shield castle can even survive rounds from a Leman Russ tank.

Most of my men were also issued sidearms and tools for CQC and urban combat respectively. I also had to incorporate new tactics other than the usual human waves like flanking manoeuvres, using smoke screens, ambushes and most importantly, tactical retreat.

In terms of close air support to which my brother and I found out that was not a thing being used in most imperial guard regiments was the already designed Valkyrie transport: the Vulture gunship, now we need a Forge world to make these and I know just the one.


A vox-phone ring's on a desk in the Athenia Governess office. "Hello, this is Forge master Carla Tania how I may help you? Oh, I see. Wait, how many did you say you want? Ok, that would be 50,000 thrones. Thank you, Mr Parker, for ordering from Athenia Forge makers inc. Have a nice day."


Well, that settles that. Now to see what everyone is doing on this ship.

Day 1 - In the cafeteria...

It was lunchtime, so there was a lot of people that were getting some grub. The food was the same as per usual, Ration bars and good'ole beer. Usually, Roland would be out drinking most of his platoon, but he's now dead since the 1st chapter. (A/N he has 4th wall breaking powers) So his platoon is now under the command of Kelvin, nice lad.

Rolf and Natalia were arm wrestling in a conner with their platoons cheering repeatedly. Looks likes Rolf is wining...Holy shit! Rolf is wining for the first time! He wins, and his entire platoon cheers. Fucken bastard finally won, hell yeah. As a reward, Natalia French-kisses him!? Heh, that lucky son of a bitch.


Day 5 - In the Commissar offices...

Most of the Commissars were still grumbling because I ordered them to STOP killing the men saying it would be a waste of bullets and human resources plus it does not help with morale, like at all. This was further put forward with every commissar across the galaxy by the decree of the Manperor of mankind. Only Violeta was happy about this, need to ask why someday.


Day 7 - In Hayden's room...

My brother was still experimenting on gadgets as always like grappling hooks, digital helmet display hud, better lightweight armour and most importantly BETTER FUCKING RATIONS!


Day 14 - We have arrived at the planet on time as we are now above the planet's atmosphere.

Most of the planet was no longer the jungle planet I remember but now a Forge world. Most of its productions are mostly Tools and weapons of mass destruction. However, there are exceptions. Underground is a mining world because of the high amount of rare earth metals. Thanks to their nutritional tails, they don't need to rely on agri-worlds for their foods supplies.

As we landed in a hanger part of Fang district, we pass by several cybernetic Medusas. They had Bionic eyes, steel venom fangs, cyber arms and uh, steel breasts for 'extra protection' and they still can produce milk for the young. I'm sorry but how the fu-.

We reached the Forge world garrisons by midday. It looked like a mountain with bunkers sprouting out and had tons of orbital cannons inside at the ready. It's inside was similar to that of naval ships but have a rusted look to them. A medusa guide came and showed us our rooms and where we are staying.

Our rooms had a basic bed, a computer, a small kitchen for small meals and a weapons wall. I use the equipment to play a very classy game: Cortex Command.


Pov Kelvin Butcher

I explored the area near my garrison, and something caught my eye, a metal cage-like building with no windows at all. I asked my guide what its purpose was. She told me of how her race is used as shock troops for the tin-heads. She says that to make up for the losses after every battle they installed breeding centres across the planet to quickly produce the forces the tin-heads need. The difference between a fertilised egg and an unfertilised egg was that the former could hatch in 1 month and the egg has more Medusas, at least ten more to be exact, thanks to the father. Volunteers from other planets come and participate to gain extra thrones.

By the end of that explanation, I almost choke my Recaff. What could be worse than this? Other than what the Kreigsmen eats every day.


Somewhere in the sector

"My lord, we are now in the Mediterranean sector, shall we begin the raids?" a Dark Eldar speaking to his Kabal.

"Yes, let the hunt begin!" bellowed out a Dark Eldar who was drinking a cup full of blood. It was too long since the last raid, and they only got 5,00 slaves from that. These 'Medusas' he heard about was fascinating.

The raiding party moves towards the planet. Among those ships was a ship owned by a Wych cult called 'The Daughters of Isha' known for their quick infiltration of hive worlds and sabotages of fortress worlds. They consist of mostly half-breeds so that they can stay more hidden in imperial worlds, like having human ears, for example. They can all speak high gothic and low gothic, thanks to their experience with many imperial teachers they have kidnapped. However, they also have bad relations of any Eldar they meet because of their blood, so it's not uncommon for them to sabotage their employers.


Back to the Captain

Ah that was nice, playing vanilla was fun but next time I'm using all the mods. I look at my watch and see it's almost dinner time.

I went to the cafeteria to see that many medusas are chopping off their tails and putting it into some pots to boil and pan to fry. Most of the Company was talking about the recent battle against the chaos forces on the planet [REDACTED], what kind of name is [REDACTED]? It sounds like something from the SCP realm. Wonder what's happing with my brother over there?


SCP foundation - SCP-MATT

"WHY THE FLYING FUCK IS EVERYTHING ON FIRE!?" I say as most of the kitchen is on fire because the succubus teen (SCP-116) tried to cook something nice for dinner.


'Meh, he's probably fine.' I grabbed a tray full of fried rice and a medusa tail and found a seat near a vending machine. Most of the soldiers were already talking about why they were station here.

"I heard that Orks are planning to invade this sector." "I heard it's was a confederation of rogue traders." "Guys it's obvious the commanders are trying to get rid of us, I mean were expendable."

Sigh, can't disagree about that last part, ever since that one battle where we literary tipped an Ork Gargant by pushing it, the commanders found the most useful regiment for bloody human waves. I swear to all the gods we are the fuckin U.S.S.R, we even have commissars by Big E's shaven balls.

The rest of the gossip was the Voxcast the Manperor set up, that Uriah guy had good points about the imperial cult, shame he was a heretic though. Also, that one Custodian is quite rude to the Vox-hailer boy, thankfully that Imperial fist is a perfect father-figure to raise him. Oh and I don't like the tacos thing, there not even good compared to Terren mushroom swiss cheeseburgers they sell at burger emperor.

I finished my meal and walked to one of the observation points on top of this garrison at look at the many factories surrounding me. I can see many kinds of transport bringing weapons from the forges to the moon-sized orbital station above the planet's surface. The more prominent forms of weapons like Leman Russ's were carried by more aircraft with tow cables considering that the worlds odd gravity field only allows the small craft to enter the atmosphere. some have to come in parts and be reassembled in the station.

What was neet is that Adeptus Mechanicus allowed the Medusas to keep their new modern traditions like honouring the ancestors, praying to the machine god, having sex-theme festivals with the SOBs on the planet, making the nearby planet Sparteria as their fortress world, letting them dabble in sector to sector politics and last but not least letting them free reign of their planet. But they still have to obey any orders given by someone of higher rank.

The PDF numbers were somewhere around 50,000 last time I checked. Most of it was foot soldiers but considering that most tanks can't land on the planet it would be safe to assume that's all they need.

My regiment and its corps had more numbers though, at least 200,000 in total. To some, this is would seem excessive but in this realm that's just barely enough. However, my company was the only one that was trained and properly equipped, the rest only had Lasguns and some don't even have a weapon at all. The Major just says "Just pick one from the dead." Why do we have so many soviets in high command? I went back to my room.

At my room...

I read some of the tib bits on the holo news: Two Medusas got into a drunken bar fight and resulted in a fine of 10,000 thrones, a trailer for an upcoming war movie about chapter two, a show on new modifications for Autoguns and Lasguns, how to act around in a breeding Chamber, something I don't want to know about and the plans to build a new hospital crunch hybrid for sanctioned limited genetic engineering for SOBs it even has a list, a list that includes my daughters.

The galactic news, however, was the most shocking I had ever seen: It seems that the Tau has started raids in the Ultramar system and have gotten very close to besieging the home of the Ultrasmurfs themselves, the White scars homeworld, Mundus Planus was a tomb world and the Necrons have arisen from their metal graves, the Black templars were planning to crusade through this system to purge all Xenos, Mutants and Heretics because that's what their hobby is. And all of this under on one whole day.

I turn off the news and went to sleep. At least I got some shit done today.

End of chapter 3


Omake (canon)

Somewhere on Holy Terra

There have been reports of a daemon on Holy Terra, something inquisitor of Ordo Mallus Jakeler Davens can not allow. However, the reports also include that the daemon was giving out gifts for children and not daemonic gifts no, he gave them toys. This baffled me to an extent as to what kind of daemon gives out gifts, for free too. This daemon also wore a red suit, had a big belly and carried a sack with toys in it. For adults was a whole different thing entirely: for the imperial guard he gave them all Christmas hats and SOB pornography, for the Sisters of Battle he gave them all nude pinups of the Manperor, for Space marines he gave them lost Gene seed, for Eldar he gave them soul stones, even the chaos followers got gifts he gave the Slannesh cultists sex toys with spikes, the Nurgle followers a soup bar that makes you dirtier, the Khorne soldiers a stress ball that spews out blood when squeezed and the Tzeentch scholars a Rubix cube that always changes every minute.

He once gave an orphaned girl a pet Norn-queen that was trained to protect the child and raise her. That child grew up to be a fucking Canoness ridding the beast into battle to which she cutely named 'Cuddles' now wearing armour with a dual-artillery cannon on the back and with storm bolters with inferno bolts on the sides.

You know what? The more I read about this daemon the more I think of tolerating this daemon. He seems to be more of a saint then a daemon if the reports were to say. Others of my Ordo would just kill him outright and make terra more depressing then it already is.

A noise behind me brought me out of thought as I turn around to see a yellow box with a red ribbon on top. Iside was a toy car, something I wanted ever since I was a child. my family, however, was poor back then and 3 of my siblings had died in a coal mine on some mining world and my mother had to sell herself into slavery to save me.

Somewhere a fat man laughs jolly into the night "ho ho ho!".

Merry LATE Chrismas and a happy new year, I work a lot on this and did not want it to be deleted.