Chapter 4: Tech-support
*BOOM* The mountain fortress shakes as the AA autocannons fire into the sky as Dark Eldar Reapers and Razorwing jetfighters fly above in the midnight sky.
I woke up from my sleep and grab my sniper rifle, look like it's hunting season for both sides. I attach a 4x scope and a long barrel for long-range shooting. I also take a short barrel, Iron sights and a bayonet for close combat. I sling my broad sword across my shoulder and holster my stub revolvers.
I run out of the base and see a flaming Valkyrie crashing into a Lemon Russ as bits of scrap fly everywhere. I duck for cover as Dark Eldar Monoscythe missiles take out groups of guardsmen in a matter of seconds. Kabalite warriors disembarked from raiders as their brethren covering blaster fire. The battle has commenced.
I grab my vox "This is Captain Johny Parker of the Terran 2th Company, does anyone read me!?"
"Sir, this is LT Kelvin!" A Canadian voice came from my vox "My platoon is at the western defence tower defending it from the Knife-ears." I look over to the left to see the western tower missing one of its barrels. "They got 15th and 82nd Company sir, there's nothing left of them." shit they were in charge of defending the civilians, that's what te dark Eldar want!
I ordered two Leman Russes to assist them. I look behind me to see a bunch of Skitarii and Medusas with Arc Rifles and Bolters respectively. They fire with extreme precision and kill dozens of Dark Eldar in seconds. Ironstriders soon follow suit and provide covering fire for the troops taking out many Reaver Jetbikes as they go.
I aimed with my sniper and fire, I took out Dark Eldar left and right. Most of the Eldar were trying to get slaves into their Raiders, try was the keyword as several plasma rounds from an Onager Dunecrawler took out the raiders and Dark Eldar, including the captives.
They fired back at us with blaster fire and then proceeded to get into melee, their speciality. I fixed my short barrel, Iron sights and the bayonet with quick hands and proceeded to shoot two of them and stab another before one of them slices my gun in half. I kicked him in the nuts and drew my sword.
I parried another strike and sliced his arm off. I swing my sword and decapitate his head off. More Raiders land and more Kabalite warriors come pouring out; this is a much larger raid army then I thought. A Medusa coils one of the warriors and squeezes him until he explodes from the shear strength from the tail. She then fires her weapon and takes out 3 in one go. However, she is soon taken out by a Dark Lance and loses her arm and half her face.
We are slowly winning, but with casualties numbering in the hundreds of thousands, it's going to be the usual grimdark victory. These Dark Eldar unusually has no Wych cuts with them as they are the best at melee. "Where the hell are the rest of the regiment?" I muttered as Dark Lances destroy more Leman Russes. They are either somewhere else, or the Major was holding them back, fuckin bastard.
Suddenly #774618234 'Natalia' lunged at one of the warriors with a tench knife and proceeded to stab the everliving shit out of him, and I swear you could mistake her for a Khorne soldier. I bring out my Nokia and call my brother "Hayden, the Drukhari are retreating how are things on your end?"
Within the underground command centre...
"You don't want to know." I told him as I follow the Major as he continues to bost about his 'many' military exploits thinking it will make him look great in the eyes of the AdMechs not knowing that I was related to one of his Captains.
We were currently underground with other officers and medusas in a tactical room. I pass some earmuffs to some Medusas, so they don't have to suffer as well. I just tuned him out and continue to work on some schematics with my bionic eyes.
The Helmet Visor Hud or project H.V.H was going along nicely as it was somewhat similar to space marines Huds inside their helmets. It will tell the regular Guardsmen of how much ammo he has in his gun, where hidden enemies could be, improve aim, adds extra protection for the eyes and can show weather forecast and time for daily use.
The Void Wrist Shield, project White Castle had still some problem as getting a small yet powerful battery was a quite a rarity and the only race to have such tech would be the Tau or the Necrons. And as you know the IoM is not on good terms with either of them save the time the Necrons and Blood Angels worked together when Tyranids came into play. And there is also the issue of containment, the sturdy Storm shield or the powerful but energy eating Plasma container.
I have more projects underway but they are all back at our unofficial home, Edinburgh Castle and it's surrounding towns, the only part of old Scotland not to be covered in radioactive waste or any AdMechs outpost searching old STC tanks. Most of them thought that all the good ones were in Londinium where our official home 'The Parker Residence' was. But because the UK send all the 21st-century STCs to the castle and left a bunch of old unreliable STCs before being overrun by Men of Iron. But with AdMechs being AdMechs they never thought anything wrong with it so they use it as the main plans for most of their Plasma weaponry.
I'm brought out of my thoughts as the bunker shakes from Drukhari weaponry. The table displayed the battle as the Drukhari retreat back into space as Atuocannon fire spreads into the sky. I look at most of our forces and see that 78.92% of the Battalion were either KIA or injured. The major just said, "We can afford these cost as we can just recruit more from the nearby Cadia." He was right Cadia was not too far from this system.
I excuse myself as I went to the Hospital/Church hybrid to ensure my nieces do not die and to ensure that one of them don't get snuffed by the Ordo Malleus for, reasons.
Inside the church/clinic hybrid...
My uncle Hayden was apparently overseeing me and Ayla which was weird considering he's actually an Artisan and not a Biologis. Hopefully, he brought some of his nice chocolates, there so good~.
I look around to see other Sisters taking off their armour and gear. The new Sisters were from not this planet so working with Xenos was something they did not expect, I mean their faces have some sort of permanent look of terror and disgust. The older ones, who were from this planet, have more of a 'horny face' on them, nice~.
"Hey Ayla, do you think dads going to visit us after?" I ask my sister as she looks at me with her green eyes.
"If he didn't he would be a terrible father" Oh great now she has that smug face. "And if he did, he's probably going to give us the spanking of our life." Her face then turns sad. Ever since mom disappeared, he made sure we would be safe, by sending us to be non-combatant SoBs. That failed as the Sobs tested our combat prowess and let's just say that some of our combatants are still in the med-bay.
"Don't forget that you choke slammed a Sister into another Sister," Ayla said as she took off her shirt to show her big G boobies! "And stop being a pervert, please." she looks at me as I take off my shirt to show my huge G rack. "Stop that already!" she scolded me "I swear this psychic link has more trouble than good." she pinches the bridge of her nose.
"Attention Sisters, please head towards to the Gene-pods. I repeat please head towards to the Gene-pods." That's our cue.
The Sisters enter the Cryo turned Gene-pods and put on gasmask with a tube leading from the mouth into the back. Soon green liquid surrounds them as they soon fall asleep from the sleeping gas. It makes great aesthetic.
First was to improve muscle mass. Moving the sliders up the Sisters grow extra muscles with some fat energy thrown here and there with the great side effect of shock absorbers inside their legs.
The second was improving their immune systems. Pressing a button a full bar was going down like a needle in each pod injected their necks with Genetically modified probiotics.
Thrid was actually stolen from the Drukhari, they used it to improve their logic speed while doing speed raids. The thing is, they never made any as they had better drugs. So we stole the recipe off the dead Haemonculi from a recent raid. Another thing was the drug has to be consumed anally, the Dark Eldar are really fucking weird mate.
I pulled a leaver as tubes filled with the logic strengthener drug or LSD for short, pun intended and I will change it later, are pushed up there rectums. Hoping this test would work, I pull out my notebook and wrote down the chemical reactions to the drug, calm.
The last but not least was to add a second heart, natural considering its just plain surgery.
With all of that done, I leave it to the rest of the tech-priests to handle decontamination and checkups. I called my brother to tell him that they were all right.
"Oh thank the gods their still alive." I keep my voice low, so no one hears me. "Did you mask Jess's presence?"
"Yes, no Inquisitor will bother for now." He says as stoic as ever. "However, her presence in the warp draws her 'sisters' towards her closer and only our chaotic friend are the only one able to distract them." Ah, her.
"That is a problem we can deal with later. But we have a new problem popping up." I explain to him that the major was being cocky as usual and ordered the entire battalion to do regular captive executions. But the AdMechs wanted to study these creatures and learn of their society and culture. This resulted in the Major pulling out a Bolt pistol in a rage that someone refuses an officer's orders, like the spoiled asshole he is. His shot deflected off the AdMech Medusa governers soft scale breast and into his head. Damm boi she THICK!
Anyway, the majority of the remaining captains from the other companies saw an opportunity to be major, so now we have a civil war on the planet. However, all of them agreed to leave the forge worlds alone and fight each other on one of Athena's moon. I, however, called all my men and women back and just told them to do whatever they want until the situation blows over. It ended in a wide-scale mutiny, and all the captains except me were to be judged by the SoBs on the planet on the request of most of the guardsmen.
The females were to be handed to the SoBs to be trained as new Sisters. The males were to be given to the AdMechs for breeders and injected with chemicals to boosts their virility. And this was for the non-guilty, the rest were to be punished with EXTREME sexual torture for three whole months since the Medusas have a really high libido and sadism that could be matched to the SoBs.
*Ahem* Anyway the governess of Athenia, Carla Tania, pleased that I choose to do business and not to be involved in the regiment politics. The vultures I ordered were already finished and just needed to be painted. The cost was very high, but thanks to an old friend I managed to invest in the Adeptus Ministorum and the AdMechs to gain quite a reasonable sum. I remember it like it was yesterday.
flashback~
"Hey E," I ask my corpse friend as he has installed his text-to-speech device a few years ago. "Any ideas to get some cash?"
"YES, HAVE YOU TRIED A FUCKING BAKERY?" he says in his usual wit.
"I did, and while successful, it was not enough to cover the cost of the 'imperial creed tax' which you forgot to remove." I grab my flask out of my dirty camouflage brown and green greatcoat.
"WHAT ABOUT INVESTMENTS IN THE ADMECH'S R&D SECTOR? THEY PAY ANYONE WHO WILL USE THEIR SHITY TECH FOR A GOOD BUCK AND CONSIDERING YOU YOURSELF ARE A PERPETUAL YOU CAN SURVIVE THIS. YOUR BROTHER WILL HELP TO PREVENT INVESTIGATION FROM THE INQUNISTION." He types as footsteps are heard in the hallway. "AND THEN YOU CAN INVEST THESE IN THE CRUSADER HOUSES IN THE MINSTORUM AS THEY WILL PAY YOU BACK IN A FUCK HUGE INTEREST. YOU WERE A CRUSADER YOURSELF, WEREN'T YOU?" Ah, that brought back some bad memories. All those dead men, woman and children. Their faces staring back at me, soulless. Deus Vult indeed.
"Hello, my Emp- who are you?" A custodian holding a tray with tea on it.
"A friend." I opened a portal underneath me, taking the tea with me.
"UNTIL NEXT TIME, OLD FRIEND." The Emperor typed as Kitten was busy being confused on how a simple guardsman entered the place without being detected.
(A/N Somewhere between ep 19 and ep 20 when kitten went to get some more tea)
Getting out of my flashback drinking some tea I took from that flashback because of WARP POWERS BITCH! inside the factory/hanger hybrid.
The 5 Vulture gunships all had shark teeth per Natalia's request, she has good tastes in art considering she's a Kreigsmen bred for war. She was next to me painting her mask with the help of a mirror.
Her paint scheme on her mask is similar to that of a Celtic warrior and Pagan priestess. She wore the regular Kreig outfit with steel pauldrons and pads at her shoulders, knees and elbow. All painted black and had blood red skulls, the blood was real. If you look into her mask eye sockets she has red fiery eyes.
Oh shit! I realised I did not give my description, how rude of me. My eyes are emerald green and I have brown hair. I wear a great coat modified with more pockets that are held together with woven chainmail. I wore a normal combat shirt underneath my coat. My pants and boots were also connected with a hook-chain system to prevent it from falling out if In certain situations like, for example, trench mud. I also have a sling from my left shoulder that holds slug rounds for my new shotgun, they haven't changed at all from the 21-century designs. The slug rounds the AdMechs provided are also denser so while they much heavier they certainly pack a punch. I also added some extra armour in the form of a metal sheet in my flak jacket to absorb more Stubber fire while my flak will handle the Las shots. As you can see most of my gear is heavy and I don't think that matters as most opponents will just rush at me, I mean all I have to do is take some hits and wait until they get in range with my shotgun.
I drink some more tea, today was absolute shit.
Hayden was busy with talking to the head of the R&D department, Shaneka Limardi, about the situation in the sector.
"So you're telling me that your fortress world, Sparteria lost power to its guns!" I spoke angrily to the Medusa who was about in her 30s.
"Yes that is correct." she replied in a calm voice but inside her mind, she's like 'Oh shit he's mad!'
"How the fuck did that happen." Hayden was scratching his head just looking at a monitor.
"Is it done, sister?" a pale woman ask her friend as they hide in the unusually clean sewers of Sparteria.
"Yes," she says "the humans will not know of this deceit until it is too late." she looks around her as she sees her sisters setting up living area until the next raid happens.
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