Post by Empirespy on Jun 8, 2011 13:59:44 GMT -5
A basic overview;
A mechanicus world, Leryus, is asked to raise a regiment to help with a crusade, the mechanicus aren't used to this but decide they should make the best regiment ever, because they can. So they set about conscripting men and producing the best weapons they can along with advanced moulded body armour. They then go the next step up, completely wiping the minds of the soldiers and replacing it with only what they need to know, meaning that the bog standard trooper is devoid of emotions, and has initiative what so ever, only knowing how to fight with extreme precision. There is an officer class which have independent thought, as well as being completely level headed and focused only on taking the objective given with maximum efficiency. Enhanced with multiple bionic implants their highly focused minds and ultra quick reflexes were to make excellent soldiers, soldiers who did not tire, who did not complain. With only basic self preservation tactics, they would keep themselves alive but not try to avoid death, not knowing fear, they would never be nervous, always at their best.
Just as they are about to be shipped off, an Ork Waaaaaaargh! enters the system tying up the regiments. In an unfortunate attack the officer class is killed whilst returning to the planet. this leaves the men unable to do anything as they need orders to be able to function. After several months off fighting involving a Space Marine chapter and numerous Imperial guard regiments the Orks were scattered and the clean up work began. The Leryus regiment was found hidden in their underground barracks, and after much confusion it was discovered why they had not fought in the war, they were incompetent. The imperial commander sentenced the regiment to be executed as they were of no use to the Imperium. Luckily a commander of the Death Corps of Kreig, who's regiment was almost none existent any more stepped up and took command of the Leryians and they are now fighting in the Sabbat worlds.
The finding of the Leryians
The winds blew viscously at the dry, barren earth. The intense heat of the searing flames engulfed the Commissar.
It had been a short war, short but bloody. Only four months since the imperial fleet arrived and the green skins had been defeated, the beginnings of a Waaaaaaargh! halted before it could ever gather momentum. But work was not finished yet. There was a clear up operation in place, trying to hunt out the last pockets of Orks, and to burn the corpses. Commissar Athena hated cleansing duty, to much heat, and not nearly exiting enough. What really annoyed her was the Astartes. In her eyes they turned up took the glory and action leaving the strenuous work of clearing up to the guard.
"Sir, I think you should listen to this!" her vox officer, Chell, exclaimed.
"Trooper, is the message for me?"
"Yes, Sir"
"Then of course I should hear it!"
Chell fumbled around with the dials on his vox caster, sporadically raising his hand to his ear.
"Ready sir, channel Epsilon 2"
"Thank you Trooper, next time you could just request the message print out, I have no particular desire to talk to the troops"
Chell stepped back and left, seemingly worried by mistakes.
And so he should be thought Athena.
She got down from the hatch into the cramped interior of the hellhound, sat down and wiped a cloth across her brow. If there was one thing she couldn't stand it was the heat, and it was even hotter inside the hellhound than out. Placing her cap on securely she set her comm bead to the right setting.
"Trooper, what is it?"
"It's Sergeant actually ma'am, I think I've found something you might be interested in down here"
"Stop playing games trooper what have you found and where are you?"
"I said it's Sergeant, some great big shielded bunker, gamma sector"
"Sir"
"What?
"Address your officers correctly trooper, I'll come this time but remember next time I will not be this kind"
"My rank is S..."
Athena cut the link, took off her cap and massaged her brow. She let out a small groan and moved over to the Driver, who was looking contently over the shoulder of the gunner.
"Having fun?"
"It's Just Sir... well lets just say I love burnin' foul xenos an..."
"Shut up and take us to gamma sector" Athena interrupted.
More to come soon, any comments?
A mechanicus world, Leryus, is asked to raise a regiment to help with a crusade, the mechanicus aren't used to this but decide they should make the best regiment ever, because they can. So they set about conscripting men and producing the best weapons they can along with advanced moulded body armour. They then go the next step up, completely wiping the minds of the soldiers and replacing it with only what they need to know, meaning that the bog standard trooper is devoid of emotions, and has initiative what so ever, only knowing how to fight with extreme precision. There is an officer class which have independent thought, as well as being completely level headed and focused only on taking the objective given with maximum efficiency. Enhanced with multiple bionic implants their highly focused minds and ultra quick reflexes were to make excellent soldiers, soldiers who did not tire, who did not complain. With only basic self preservation tactics, they would keep themselves alive but not try to avoid death, not knowing fear, they would never be nervous, always at their best.
Just as they are about to be shipped off, an Ork Waaaaaaargh! enters the system tying up the regiments. In an unfortunate attack the officer class is killed whilst returning to the planet. this leaves the men unable to do anything as they need orders to be able to function. After several months off fighting involving a Space Marine chapter and numerous Imperial guard regiments the Orks were scattered and the clean up work began. The Leryus regiment was found hidden in their underground barracks, and after much confusion it was discovered why they had not fought in the war, they were incompetent. The imperial commander sentenced the regiment to be executed as they were of no use to the Imperium. Luckily a commander of the Death Corps of Kreig, who's regiment was almost none existent any more stepped up and took command of the Leryians and they are now fighting in the Sabbat worlds.
The finding of the Leryians
The winds blew viscously at the dry, barren earth. The intense heat of the searing flames engulfed the Commissar.
It had been a short war, short but bloody. Only four months since the imperial fleet arrived and the green skins had been defeated, the beginnings of a Waaaaaaargh! halted before it could ever gather momentum. But work was not finished yet. There was a clear up operation in place, trying to hunt out the last pockets of Orks, and to burn the corpses. Commissar Athena hated cleansing duty, to much heat, and not nearly exiting enough. What really annoyed her was the Astartes. In her eyes they turned up took the glory and action leaving the strenuous work of clearing up to the guard.
"Sir, I think you should listen to this!" her vox officer, Chell, exclaimed.
"Trooper, is the message for me?"
"Yes, Sir"
"Then of course I should hear it!"
Chell fumbled around with the dials on his vox caster, sporadically raising his hand to his ear.
"Ready sir, channel Epsilon 2"
"Thank you Trooper, next time you could just request the message print out, I have no particular desire to talk to the troops"
Chell stepped back and left, seemingly worried by mistakes.
And so he should be thought Athena.
She got down from the hatch into the cramped interior of the hellhound, sat down and wiped a cloth across her brow. If there was one thing she couldn't stand it was the heat, and it was even hotter inside the hellhound than out. Placing her cap on securely she set her comm bead to the right setting.
"Trooper, what is it?"
"It's Sergeant actually ma'am, I think I've found something you might be interested in down here"
"Stop playing games trooper what have you found and where are you?"
"I said it's Sergeant, some great big shielded bunker, gamma sector"
"Sir"
"What?
"Address your officers correctly trooper, I'll come this time but remember next time I will not be this kind"
"My rank is S..."
Athena cut the link, took off her cap and massaged her brow. She let out a small groan and moved over to the Driver, who was looking contently over the shoulder of the gunner.
"Having fun?"
"It's Just Sir... well lets just say I love burnin' foul xenos an..."
"Shut up and take us to gamma sector" Athena interrupted.
More to come soon, any comments?
