Post by monkeyrick on Nov 20, 2010 7:56:09 GMT -5
He looked to his left the trooper there was on the floor his arms wrapped round his head rocking forward and bang crying. shape appeared out of the smoke behind the trooper clad in black from head to toe, boots pristine and polished despite the mud that was everywhere. Get up son, for throne sake, get up. he thought, willing the young lad to stand, but it was hopeless. The commissar drew his bolt pistol, pressed it against the guardsmans skull and pressed the trigger. The young troopers brains splatted against the side of the trench with a sickening thud and his corpse slumped lifelessly to the floor. the commissar looked up addressing the assembled platoon "so die cowards". Bastards, that’s what they were, all of them, he made to walk over to the commissar but a hand fell on his should stopping him in his tracks. "no my friend, this is not a fight you can win" Torvik turned "get your hand off my Vasily before I break it". Vasily relaxed his grip "concentration the scum we have to kill, direct your anger at them". Torvik breathed deeply, "we will have a reckoning, him and me". Before vasily cold answer a voice sounded over the speaker system that lined the trench. "fix your bayonets" as one 300 hundred guardsmsmen drew their combat blades and attachted them to their las guns. The speaker sounded again "address ladders". The guardsmen stepped foward, ladders where interspersed along the line, gathering close to nearest the troops formed a orderly que as the lead trooper places his foot on the lowest rung and slung his rifle over his shoulder. "For Vallhala, and the emperor, CHARGE!!!!"
The first few men climbed out of the trench and began to jog across the crater strewn earth towards the chaos lines, then it started. Torvik heard the familiar insect like whizz off ;as fire and the heavy thud of bolters and stubbers opening fire, followed by the moans and screams as men were hit and fell. But without hesitation he climbed the ladder, as soon as he reached the top he broke into a run, all around guardsmen were dying, he saw Vasily fall as a bolt blew his face off, he didn’t even have time to scream, his body fell to the floor blood poring from the neck where the head had been moment before. "Onward, not one step backwards" Torvik turned seeing the commissar at the head of the advance waving his sword and urging the vallhallans on to death or glory. Two guradsmen wavered and broke to the left, running towards a shell crater, to late the commissar spotted them and raised his boltgun "cowards" he fired two shots in quick succession felling both men. He then continued to advance foward towards the enemy.
Something in torvik snapped, he gripped his rifle tightly, his fingernails digging into his palms so much he drew blood. Shouldering his longlas he aimed down the sights targeting the commissar, laying the crosshair right on the rear of his head. May the emperor spare your soul, because i won't, he squeezed the trigger. The laser struck the commissar dead centre in the back of the head and he fell face forwards into the mud. Torvik smiled and continued his advance, he would die a happy, knowing he had spared others from that swine.
"Ikov" no answer, "Torvik" no answer "Rakov" no answer "Torvik", "Here". in 6 hour the platoon had lost 230 men killed, wounded or missing. Torvik felt lucky to be alive, revelling in the hysteria he felt. A lone figure approached, dressed in dull green combat fatigues and wearing a faded metal breastplate, he carried a sword and pistol both of which were slung at his hip. The captain saluted and went to speak with him, after sevral minutes he returned, "Torvik, it seems you have been chosen for special duties, get your kit and follow the colonel he will brief you". Torvik picked up his lasgun and made to pick up his meagre personal belongings" you won' need them son, not where your going" Torvik turned, the colonel was staring at him, such an intense stair, toTorvik it felt as though the colonel's ice blue eyes where boring right into his skull "o.....okay" the colonel turned and Torvik followed, it was the last time.
"ouggghhh" the colonel hit him again, "scum, you think you can commit a murder and get away with it" The images of him shooting the commissar appeared again on the pict screen. The looping footage repeating over and over. "h...he was a murd ougghhhh" again the colonel struck him "you do not speak scum, you listen". the colonel; stepped "I am here to offer you a choice scum, I offer you the chance to redeem your soul". Torvik grunted his chest was hammering and it was hard to breathe. indeed from his combat experience he knew the colonel had broken seral ribs with his blows. "M..m....my so....soul is pure!". The Colonel laughed pointing at the Pict viewer, "those are not the actions of good, honest person trooper. You are scum, a murderer, and I do not care if you live or die. However I am putting together a team to undertake a hazardous mission, the chances of survival are slim. But they are better than the chances of surviving a firing squad, which the commissariat are in the process of arranging for you". Torvik winced "W...w...why m..me", " need someone with your skill set, you have the highest marksmen scores of any trooper in your regiment and i find myself in need of a sniper". Torvik grinned "I...I will b...be spared?". the colonel nodded "if you survive you will be granted a pardon for your crime". Torvik nodded grunting in pain as he did. "Y.....yes" The colonel walked towards the door and banged on it "I will return for you when I have gathered the rest of the 'volunteers'". the door opened "W......wait what is y.....your name?" the colonel turned, "scum like you don's need to know my name I am the colonel".
A bit of back ground fluff I came up with for the sniper of one of my penal unit veteran squads for the 13th penal legion army I’m making. (Who could the colonel be???
The first few men climbed out of the trench and began to jog across the crater strewn earth towards the chaos lines, then it started. Torvik heard the familiar insect like whizz off ;as fire and the heavy thud of bolters and stubbers opening fire, followed by the moans and screams as men were hit and fell. But without hesitation he climbed the ladder, as soon as he reached the top he broke into a run, all around guardsmen were dying, he saw Vasily fall as a bolt blew his face off, he didn’t even have time to scream, his body fell to the floor blood poring from the neck where the head had been moment before. "Onward, not one step backwards" Torvik turned seeing the commissar at the head of the advance waving his sword and urging the vallhallans on to death or glory. Two guradsmen wavered and broke to the left, running towards a shell crater, to late the commissar spotted them and raised his boltgun "cowards" he fired two shots in quick succession felling both men. He then continued to advance foward towards the enemy.
Something in torvik snapped, he gripped his rifle tightly, his fingernails digging into his palms so much he drew blood. Shouldering his longlas he aimed down the sights targeting the commissar, laying the crosshair right on the rear of his head. May the emperor spare your soul, because i won't, he squeezed the trigger. The laser struck the commissar dead centre in the back of the head and he fell face forwards into the mud. Torvik smiled and continued his advance, he would die a happy, knowing he had spared others from that swine.
"Ikov" no answer, "Torvik" no answer "Rakov" no answer "Torvik", "Here". in 6 hour the platoon had lost 230 men killed, wounded or missing. Torvik felt lucky to be alive, revelling in the hysteria he felt. A lone figure approached, dressed in dull green combat fatigues and wearing a faded metal breastplate, he carried a sword and pistol both of which were slung at his hip. The captain saluted and went to speak with him, after sevral minutes he returned, "Torvik, it seems you have been chosen for special duties, get your kit and follow the colonel he will brief you". Torvik picked up his lasgun and made to pick up his meagre personal belongings" you won' need them son, not where your going" Torvik turned, the colonel was staring at him, such an intense stair, toTorvik it felt as though the colonel's ice blue eyes where boring right into his skull "o.....okay" the colonel turned and Torvik followed, it was the last time.
"ouggghhh" the colonel hit him again, "scum, you think you can commit a murder and get away with it" The images of him shooting the commissar appeared again on the pict screen. The looping footage repeating over and over. "h...he was a murd ougghhhh" again the colonel struck him "you do not speak scum, you listen". the colonel; stepped "I am here to offer you a choice scum, I offer you the chance to redeem your soul". Torvik grunted his chest was hammering and it was hard to breathe. indeed from his combat experience he knew the colonel had broken seral ribs with his blows. "M..m....my so....soul is pure!". The Colonel laughed pointing at the Pict viewer, "those are not the actions of good, honest person trooper. You are scum, a murderer, and I do not care if you live or die. However I am putting together a team to undertake a hazardous mission, the chances of survival are slim. But they are better than the chances of surviving a firing squad, which the commissariat are in the process of arranging for you". Torvik winced "W...w...why m..me", " need someone with your skill set, you have the highest marksmen scores of any trooper in your regiment and i find myself in need of a sniper". Torvik grinned "I...I will b...be spared?". the colonel nodded "if you survive you will be granted a pardon for your crime". Torvik nodded grunting in pain as he did. "Y.....yes" The colonel walked towards the door and banged on it "I will return for you when I have gathered the rest of the 'volunteers'". the door opened "W......wait what is y.....your name?" the colonel turned, "scum like you don's need to know my name I am the colonel".
A bit of back ground fluff I came up with for the sniper of one of my penal unit veteran squads for the 13th penal legion army I’m making. (Who could the colonel be???