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Such is the GuardThe bombed out intersection was quiet. The artillery had ceased firing hours ago as the main Imperial advance had entered the city sector, and the constant snowfall was already covering up the damage. Several platoons had been dispatched to hold this area against further Tau incursions, among them Sergeant Cormac's squad 728. The area they were defending was several blocks wide, but the terrain was so broken up that it was deemed that the Tau wouldn't even try to advance more than a small scouting party through the area.
"Alpha-728, this is Alpha-005, do you read, over?" Sergeant Cameron's voice crackled over the vox. Squad Alpha-005, one of the Veteran squads of their regiment, the 443rd Highlanders, was a little over a full kilometer to the east, where the roads were still mostly passable and the most likely route for a Tau advance.
Sergeant Cormac completed one last visual sweep of the area before ducking back down below the line of the parapet. He and Trooper Donnelly had take posi
318th: Battle for LiberaDrason, Emperor damn you, get those Hydras online! Those Talons are coming back! By this point Im yelling into the combead. What can I say, Im quick to anger and being nailed twice by these Chaos bastards without the Navy doing their job is starring to piss me off.
Drak it, sir, Im working as fast as I can! Drason, our resident non-techpriest grease monkey, yells back.
Well work faster! Marxon, where the hell is the Navy Two-Tenth?! I cut the com line to Drason and turn to Marxon, my vox operator.
About three-hundred miles to the North, sir. Sounds like they found another of those airborne mass carriers.
Well, isnt that nice? Near as I can tell, Im one of the few men alive who can turn to sarcasm when faced with two-thousand bombs dropping all over the place. Tell them to at least give us some draking Lightings if they want us to help storm that damned tower tomorrow!
The True Founding WIPThe True Founding of the 318th Shataarin
I suppose youll be wanting stories about what Heros of the Imperium we are? About how we defeated the Traitor Marines on Tratis V? You want the truth about Tratis V, youve come to the right place, but, uh, dont mention me by name. The Commissar will have my head if he finds out Im doing this.
I suppose I should start from the beginning; Tratis V, when it was discovered, was going to be an agriworld, to help feed the Katan sector. Then somebody in the Administratum noticed that it would make a good gardenworld, so thats what they made it, a playground for the rich and powerful of the Imperium. The whole planet was ocean and forest, with plenty of wildlife to hunt, and with plenty of places to hide incase of an invasion. Didnt do em much good though, I suppose; when the Archenemy invades, they dont l
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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