Authors Note: Longest Chapter yet and I am sorry if ther stil isnt enough action for you hardcore war fan in my story yet but dont worry another few chapters will satisfy completely. OH and also please give me reviews about what i need to fix/add or just requests and stuff. Lord Magos Jadinar
Sergeant "Gritty" Gorh Sergey of the 2nd Company in the 14th Laotian Griffons stood on a pile of smoldering corpses as he surveyed the field of battle, his large spiked mace in one hand and a .40 cal Autopistol in the other.
Gorh was easily over 2 meters tall with a lot of bulk on his frame, all of that bulk muscle, and the skin over that muscle covered in scars, Gorh was considered a scary man by most standards and if you knew him well enough you would learn those rumors were true.
But not in the traditional way of people thought of scary, no not at all.
He observed the enemy as they dug into the rubble that used to be the front wall of the large center complex in the hab district.
He watched as they put Stubbers and large-overly sized Autoguns of some old design that looked like they would jam the first shot, but knowing that Fate has a weird way of looking at things, he knew that they would likely work well enough to lob their ridiculous sized bullets to destroy his men and armor with ease.
Originally when he joined the Guard he was a commander of a Leman Russ, until he decided that he wanted to be infantry, too almost eveyones suprise, and joined up with 2nd Company. Thanks to his personality he was almost immediately put into position of command of men, the men under his command and even out of it soon began to call him "Gritty" because of his love of footslogging and all things that comes with being in the infantry, which means close combat.
And if there ever was anything scarier than a big ass man coming at you with a blade, nothing is.
That's why Gorh was scary, he unlike most men in the Guard, loved the feeling of getting up close and personal with the enemy. It was rumored that he once even beat a Ork Nob in hand to hand combat with just his helmet and even though it seemed unbelievable, if you were there when it happened you would never doubt any of the rumors about him ever again.
He took another look around him as other platoons set up around the area, placing Comm stations, Mortar pits and Medicae stations. He heard a call and saw one of his troopers, Private Ter or "Twitters" as he was known around the company, jog towards him saying that there was a urgent message for him from Nuls, Captain Bayern's adjutant.
"Thanks trooper.", he said as he took the vox receiver from his hand, "No problem, nih,nih, sir." answered Ter with a slight twitter of his head and his traditional "Nih" in his speech.
As he walked away toward his squad Gorh put the receiver to his mouth saying, "This is Sergeant Gorh here."
" Good day to you Sergeant, the Captain sends his regards with taking the streets from the enemy with minimal casualties." responded Nuls.
Gorh was genuinely happy with the compliment as any form of recognition from the Captain was a sign that you definitely did something right.
Breaking away from his thoughts he asked, "So what is this urgent message Twitters told me about, Nuls?"
"Well Gorh it seems that there is a bigger threat than just dug in cultists here."
The Sergeant was surprised at this news as he had heard nothing of a bigger threat, "And what would that be Nuls?"
There was some hesitation on the line before saying, "Well it seems that there is Traitor Marines dug into the habs with the cultists, Gorh."
Nuls waited for a response in the command Chimera, "Gorh?", "Sergeant Gorh?"
Then suddenly there was a burst of static on the other end, "What say again Sergeant?" another anxious moment.
"Nuls.." said Gorh on the other line with a tremor in the big mans voice, "I think I've found your Marines Nuls."
Before the line cut off with blurts of heavy fire and terrible roaring that Nuls knew belonged to one of the most terrible creatures in the universe.
As the Jaotian's had set up around the last part of Chaos resistance, the yet to be seen Chaos Marines came out to fight.
They wore sickly Green Power Armor which seemed almost alive with sickness, growths, tendrils of diseased flesh and streams of mucus and other unidentifiable fluids streamed off their armor in excess amounts and etched onto huge, over ornamented weapons were catchatisims to the Blasted God of Blight and Disease, Nurgle.
These were the Death Guard, one of the Traitor Legions which had turned to worshipping the powers of Chaos and they were absolutely deadly.
As they first emerged from the Chaos held complex the Guardsmen setting up around the building instantly felt ill and many vomited, soiled themselves or went into convulsions, and all felt a hot, sickly sweat form on their bodies at just breathing the same air with the abominations.
The Marines were initially able to advance with no opposition as the stunned Imperials wavered in the face of these terrible apparitions of Chaos, but then thanks to 2nd companies great Battle Priest, Brother Ulric, who yelled Prayers to the Emperor and brandished his massive Eviscerator chainsword in the air, rallied the men along the line and they began to fire at the Traitors.
Lasguns, Mortars, Heavy bolters, and Autocannons opened up all up and down the line, smashing the combined firepower of the company into the Marines.
But Even with the massive amount of firepower focused on them, the corrupt Death Guard Marines kept on coming through the fire, their ancient amour protecting them from the fire. Even when the rain of fire did manage to penetrate the archaic plate, thanks to their super-human physiques and the dark blessings of Nurgle, the wounds bothered them about as much as a bug bite.
They didn't even bleed when their armor cracked upon under the fire, rivers of filth and other foul liquids spewed out , before the wounds crusted over with pus filled blood.
As they advanced ever onward they raised their bolters and squeezed off burst of shells which hit men with deadly accuracy. Heads exploded, limbs were torn off and chests were broken open by mass reactive bolts.
"Keep firing men! Keep firing! For the Emperor!" Yelled Sergeant Inoq Kasix as he stood over the sandbagged weapon emplacements firing his lasrifle towards to the marines.
"Sir!" yelled Trooper Reg over the din of fire.
"What Trooper!!!?" half asked half yelled Inoq.
"The Marines are almost with in hand to hand distance, do we fall back sir?"
Inoq thought quickly about this, as he reloaded his Lasgun, Reg's face appeared in his line of vision again, "Sir!?", Reg voiced his question again desperation in his dirt stained features and blood stained, golden combat armor.
Sergeant Inoq stood, "Give the order to fix blades.", with steel in his gravelly voice.
Captain Bayern watched as the first of the Traitors hit Sergeatn Inoq's and Sergeatn Karsky's portion of the line with unbelievable ferocity. He hoped that they would hold as he had bigger problems right now, as three of cursed marines were heading towards his section of the line.
He unholstered is pistol and unsheathed his uniyyal blade and then announced over the vox, "Fix blades men."
He strode up to the massive Sergeant Gorh who was readying his men for combat and checking his own weapons, the large spiked mace he loved so much and his big caliber Autopistol.
"Your men ready Sergeant?" he asked the big man.
"Yes sir, about as ready as any man can be when facing Emperor forsaken Super-mutants sir." replied Gorh with not much enthusiasm.
"It could be worse sergeant." replied Bayern.
"How?"
"Well for one thing we have me and of course our ultimate weapon." he said.
"What secret weapon?" asked Gorh with curiosity in his eyes.
" Your body odor, it can repel even Nurgle worshiping filth balls with its stench." he answered the Sergeant's question with no little amount of seriousness.
"Thank you for your confidence sir, now it seems the enemy is upon us, ready to fight?" asked Gorh with complete seriousness now that life and death were on the line.
Bayern looked at him and said, "Follow me." and ran towards to front of the fortifications.
Death Guard Sergeant Kurnic-Furtalz looked upon the enemy he smote with bile filled eyes flashing with hatred.
They were puny specimens of humans he contemplated as he slew them.
He lashed out with a foot and neatly folded one backwards with his supernatural strength before turning and shooting off a burst of bolts that turned two more of the gold plated guardsmen to mush before swirling around faster than the eye could see and chopping three more men in half with his rune covered daemon blade.
He laughed a diseased laugh as their blades and shots struck his armor with no effect and he laughed harder as they rushed him, the mightiest warrior on this planet, NO! He thought, the mightiest warrior in this entire sector !
He saw them charge at him with the terrible slowness that counted for the definition of speed for mortals.
He grinned as they stabbed at them with gleaming steel bayonets or slashed at him with large combat knives, he watched all of their futile efforts with limitless mirth .
He chuckled maniacally as he took off his helmet, exposing his malformed face and breathing a great lung full of air into one of the mans faces and watching his flesh sag and liquefy just at the touch of his corrupted breath.
He then turned emptied his huge bolt pistol into the mass of men in the closed combines of the trench, the tightly packed flesh not able to withstand his firepower, the group of men blew apart under his fire.
He strode down the hastily constructed pathways slaughtering all that he came upon until he reached a large tent with the Aquila upon its top. He scowled at the sight as he stood in the center of the many mauled corpses of the Laotians that had been rushing down the way he had been coming.
He was striding towards the tent looking for more opponents to kill when he saw a man out of the corner of his eye.
Turning around an, evil smile on his face, already contemplating the way he was going to kill this one when he saw a man was garbed in the robes of a priest of the False Emperor and laughed as he advanced towards the man.
In the Battle Priests hands growled a large chainsword, and on his lips were prayers to "honor" the False Emperor, his lips moving in silent prayer.
He advanced towards the man and stopped just short of him asking, "What is your name puny one?" his voice filled with relish for the fearfully spoken reply that would come next, what he got instead was much different.
"My name is Ulric and I am here to kill you."
Kurnic-Furtalz had a reply when he noticed he couldn't feel his legs he looked down noticing for the first time the ragged chainsword marks that cut through his mighty plate, as he fell to the ground and saw the descending chainsword he could only think one thing, " Dam all holy men…" he mumbled as his long deserved death came to take his evil soul.
Captain Bayern watched as the Death Guard advanced down the trench, the massive bolter in its hand barking and sending men flying down into exploded heaps or if they got close enough smashing them down with the butt of its bolter, breaking skulls and collapsing ribcages like dried twigs, or using its hands to rip off limbs and snap necks.
Bayern strode forward with Gorh as they fired at the monster barely even denting the armor it wore, he watched as trooper Ashan walked forward and bathed the monster in flames his Flamer roaring its dragon breath upon the monstrosity. But for the affect it was having on the Marine it minded it no more than a bath in warm water. It just kept coming and shot the trooper in the chest, which sent his exploded body to the ground, the trigger to the Flamer falling out of his hands.
Then Sergeant Gorh was a part of the melee as he smashed his mace into the side of the marine's head making it stagger and the armor splinter but before he could strike again it turned around and with a flick of its arm sent the man flying backwards.
Captain Bayern then came up and thrust his blade upwards to a weak spot in the armor watching his blade penetrate and then a torrent of filthy blood poured out of the flowed out of the wound. The Marine roared in anger and directed its gaze towards him.
He ducked down as the beast swung its bolter at his head before charging towards him with its huge hands outsretched. He narrowly dodged that attack too but as it passed by he lashed out towards the spot Gorh had first hit with his mace and cutting through the weakened armor and lodging his blade in its skull.
It stopped running before feeling for the blade in its skull and then grasping its hilt and wrenching it out with a twist and turning to face Bayern again.
Its eyes burned with hate filled fury and as it advanced towards him. He thought these would be his final moments in service to the Emperor until he noticed that Gorh had stood up again and in his meaty fist was a grenade.
He looked back towards the Chaos marine and said, "Guess what abomination? You lose."
It stopped and started at him for a moment before Gorh threw the grenade and blew up its head in a explosion of gore.
He looked towards his sergeant and said, "Its about time Sergeant."
Commissar Sev looked upon the burning habs of Braxen Alpha with a smile on his face.
He saw troopers taking the corpses of the enemy and throwing them into the great pyres and other walking about and dispatching the enemy wounded with quick jabs of their bayonets, the flames flickering around them all the while.
After 2nd company had destroyed the enemy Marines they had made a quick counter-attack on the demoralized cultists which quickly turned into a slaughter as the Laotian's fell on them with vengeance for their comrades burning in their souls.
Commissar Sev looked upon this destruction and was happy, for this was the Emperor's work, cleansing the damned so that humanity might continue and fight for its existence.
He turned around as Captain Bayern approached him, his bloodstained weapons in his hands and ash and blood covering his lean features.
"Commissar Sev, what a pleasant surprise." said the Captain with a weary voice.
"What brings you to my 2nd company?"
He studied the Captain for a bit longer before saying, "Your men are to get ready immediately for transport back up to Emperor's Paladin in orbit, the Colonel has ordered the regiment to leave this planet, we are going to a new war Captain." he stated with a sense of finality that brooked no argument.
Bayern looked at him with a great sense of tiredness in his soot stained face before asking, "And we where are we going Commissar?"
The commissar turned to regard him once more with his cold eyes, " Yanir captain, or to be more exact, Tau controlled Yanir."
And strode off towards the shuttle that had brought him here.