Matvei breathed heavily as the mortars continued to rain hell down upon the snow filled trenches. He could feel the sweat building under his helmet near his brow. He cursed under his breath as his feet slipped from under him causing him to fall prone upon the ground. Hearing a shout above him, he laid there still, fearing it was the end. He saw heavy boots step near his body and stand still. Breathing scarcely as to not call attention to himself lying on the ground, he was able to hear a conversation from the men who stood around him barely over the loud roar and screams of the mortars.

"One of those Noltan, bastards sir. These idiots didn't side with the New Order of things… look where it got em." said one in a deep voice, clearly insinuating Matvei's body on the trench floor. "Orders to fill him full of holes, sir?"

"Fire one round into that corpse, soldier, and I will put one between your eyes." said a commanding voice from behind Matvei.

"But sir -"

"I don't want any wasted power cells. Check the body for anything useful, who knows what we could find…"

Matvei felt a hand go into his pockets, but before anything was taken, he heard a loud crack of a grenade and he opened his eyes to see a dead man fall to the ground, his eyes soullessly staring at Matvei.

"Cut them down!" roared from what Matvei couldn't believe, Commissar Aleksandr Tselikova. Matvei grabbed his capitol from his waist and scurried to cover. Once he was behind a plasteel crate, he opened fire on the commando units who were firing on the Commissar and his troops.

"What the hell?!" shouted one of the commandos wearing winter gear. They opened heavy suppressing fire, but the will of the Commissar was too strong, and his men surged forward into the trench.

"Hack them to pieces men! Forward, I say! FORWARD! Slit the traitor's gizzards open!" shouted the fanatical leader as his power sword slashed into the enemy splitting him into two sections. His men drew bayonets and knifed the commandos and continued to stab and thrust into their dead corpses until the blood stained the ground.

Matvei came out from hiding and held up his hands and shouted, "Matvei Nikitin, no 6789110234, Noltan 85th! Sir, reporting to deliver orders!"

The Commissar gave a grin which showed his sparkling teeth. He was young and had no apparent scars, which was unusual for a Commissar of the Imperial Guard; this meant he was a god of battle, which added to his presence.

"Ho now, do you?" he sat on one of the corpses and turned off his power sword and began to clean the blade. "What is it, Nikitin?"

Matvei looked forward and presented his news over the continuous roar of battle, "Orders are to get the khek outta here and to the Valkyrie stations, ASAP!"

"Under whose?"

"General Kirill of the 176th Vostroyan."

The Commissar stood and laughed, "Well, no way in hell will we make it to the stations in time…" he pondered it and counted his men in his head. "I have fifty eight strong…. Included our new arrival." he pointed at Matvei. "Alright, men, we will hit the Chimera fueling depot."