AN: I felt bored so I figured to set up my next chapter, even it might be too soon. Tell me what you think!
As Gregory and his comrades jogged, they saw massive black ships hover down at the city floor. Civilians were shooed away as scores of Devourer-Class Dropships eventually came to total lands. Gregory saw the Lord-General and his retinue already standing there, as if expecting right where they were going to land. The dropship's massive doors creaked open, and out stepped what could only be the Death Korp's general and HIS retinue. He walked up slowly and greeted the Cadian Lord-General, and then Gregory saw it.
Literally hundreds, no- thousands of Death Korps Guardsmen marched out in massive companies. He saw his other soldiers look in awe. Of course, looking back, Gregory realized his own regiment probably had this many, if not a little more, but it still was an awesome sight. After the infantry, who marched out at a surprising speed, were the Leman Russes, Chimeras, and other units of the Imperial Armour.
His attention was brought back when the Lord-General cleared his throat, moving in front of the "Welcoming Committee."
"Alright! Listen up, and spread the word to the rest of your Comrades! This is the leader of the 112th Death Korps of Krieg Infantry regiment! You are to listen to him as if he was me, and he will execute you just like I would if you show signs of disrespect and heresy!" He yelled, pausing to catch a breath.
"After you head back, I expect you to work with the Kriegsmen in setting up the defense of this level of the Hive world! I will be departing to give this exact same speech to the other companies! If I hear the lower levels are lost due to your foolish inability to cooperate with each other, I'll execute all of you! Am I clear!?" The Lord-General bellowed.
"Sir, Yes, Sir!" Gregory and his comrades replied. He dismissed them, and they all headed back for their company's camp, to which they noticed the Kriegsmen follow them.
'This is going to be difficult to explain to the Captain.' Gregory thought as he and his men marched back, albeit much slower.
As Gregory and his comrades made it back, they saw the Captain and several hundred Guardsmen waiting for them. Luckily the Captain already received the information via Vox, and didn't need Gregory's explanation. The Captain of his company nodded at the Death Korps Captain, who did nothing more than a simple gesture to acknowledge his existence.
"Listen here!" The captain shouted, "Platoon A will work with whoever the Death Korps will send to fortify the north entrance! Our base is currently situated right next to the only ground passage to the upper levels! While there will be fighting on the other levels, through us is the only way they're going to get their heavy armor! Platoons B and C will work to defending the East and West entrances, respectively! Finally, Platoon D, along with my command squad, will be reinforcing the Southern Entrance!"
Gregory gulped, he was in Platoon D, and this captain was a bit of an asshole.
"You hear me!? In 10 minutes I want you all to move out to your respective entrances!" He yelled, Gregory looked and saw the Death Korps receiving their own, only roughly 50 yards away.
Audible "Yes, Sirs!" were heard as the Guardsmen broke formation. Gregory headed over with his squad to the southern entrance, which was little more than a narrow street. Some of his squad mates were lugging over boxes of ammo, when he saw 16 Kriegsmen, all with Lasguns and Shovels, head with them.
"Fuck. We're having a trench fight." He heard one of his comrades mutter under his breath, and he couldn't help but chuckle.
Gregory couldn't help but notice soldiers pool into the buildings, setting up their own fortifications. Regardless, his squad would be in this hell-ditch that his "comrades" would dig out for him.
As they made it to the entrance, the Korpsmen spent no time in digging in the dirt. The other squads eventually showed up with loads of sandbags. Gregory helped his Cadian friends assemble a heavy bolter position, when he saw what more Kriegsmen show looked like 40 up and help with the digging. Gregory looked in surprise when he saw by the time he set up the second sandbag wall; the trenches were already half-built!
Gregory hopped in the trench and moved one of the assembled Heavy Bolters in one of the positions, to which he felt a heavy smack on the back of his head.
"Hey! What the hel-" He stopped himself as he saw who he was about to cuss to. It was a Krieg sergeant. He shook his head and pointed roughly a yard to Gregory's left, motioning that's where the Heavy Bolter should be.
"Oh… Sorry." He said, his pride only minimally hurt. Last thing he wanted was to start a fight with a guy who would kill babies as if it was nothing. He lugged over the Heavy Bolter to the point in question and set it up.
After the trench was finished, and the command bunker set up, he sat in the bottom of the trench. He saw a Kriegsmen slumped over. Gregory looked at the soldier.
"So what's your name?" He asked bluntly, what a great way to break the ice.
The Korpsmen looked up at him, and a muffled voice was heard, "One Three Seven Nine Eight." It sounded oddly feminine.
"Ah… I'm Gregory, what's your story?" Gregory asked. He was horrible at talking, but he might as well do something to pass the time. If the Korpsman had an expression, it would be of boredom, he assumed. Nonetheless, the guardsman responded
"What do you think, Cadian? I was born for war, it is my life, and it is my reason to exist." The Korpsman said stoically, though Gregory could detect a hint of sadness in the tone, which was sounding increasingly feminine. He reasoned not to press this, but wanted to continue the conversation anyway.
"I was drafted when I was… what, four?" Gregory said, chuckling, "But I am happy for my line of duty. Ultimately I know I am fighting for the God Emperor." He said, trying to sound happy.
The Korpsman sighed, "Cadian, let me tell you something" The voice said, the Korpsman was moving to stand up, but then they heard a loud shout.
"Holy shit! Renegades!" Immediately Gregory got up and looked over the Trench, 13798 standing right next to him. Thousands of figures run up to the trench. He heard running behind him, and saw hundreds of his own allies run up. He trained one of the renegades in the sights of his lasgun; the battle was just about to begin.