Post by dwi on Oct 16, 2011 7:29:36 GMT -5
Sergeant Major Tarvel White of the 707th Athonian Tunnel Rats cursed as he bit his lip when the Apc bounced over a pile in bodies that were to be burned but were instead just thrown away.
Sitting his body down and trying to staunch the blood that was soaking in to his thick, wild, walrus moustache (which was quite beyond regulation length) he took a look at his fellow pasengers.
The man in front was the polor oppaste of White. His cast and refined words spoke of up hive breeding as did his well made but slightly crumpled and stained uniform.
He wore the badge of the 393rd Thertess PDF and had a lieutenant's pins.
As he looked down his nose at White, White saw the slight red flushing of the skin that indacated a heavy drinker, he also looked to be the oldest next to the 54 year old White
Finely stopping the blood he turned to look at the man next to him.
He was Cadian, though, strangly he had brown hair rather than the normal blond, he had a look about him that said he was no stranger to war just as all Cadians had.
He was about an inch shorther than White was
and not as heavy but still a solid looking fellow.
Drop trooper White taged him
Net were to ther Cadians. A Sergant and a private. Bolth wore the same uniform and badges marking them out a 101st Cadian and from their 2nd Platoon's mechanized transport division to boot if their tiny badge pins were corect!
The 101st Sergeant is the real killer among us White thought
though I could be wrong
Thinking back he knew he could have been wrong about a lot of things.
Why do they need me as a guide? he thought The Up hiver knows this hive. It's his home world for the Emperor's sake!And the Cadians!? What are they doing here? Their boys are on the other side of the HIve! There must be somthing to this! It ain't normal!
Sighing he slouched back in the seat and begain to play with his long pony tail (aslo beyoung regulation standards) and think some more.
Yes he thought I may just be being paraniod, still yuou don'y grow up on my home world and live by being the trusting type
He knew what he had to do next
Sitting up he looked each man in the eyes.
"So" he asked "what are you doing in the sick zones"
Sitting his body down and trying to staunch the blood that was soaking in to his thick, wild, walrus moustache (which was quite beyond regulation length) he took a look at his fellow pasengers.
The man in front was the polor oppaste of White. His cast and refined words spoke of up hive breeding as did his well made but slightly crumpled and stained uniform.
He wore the badge of the 393rd Thertess PDF and had a lieutenant's pins.
As he looked down his nose at White, White saw the slight red flushing of the skin that indacated a heavy drinker, he also looked to be the oldest next to the 54 year old White
Finely stopping the blood he turned to look at the man next to him.
He was Cadian, though, strangly he had brown hair rather than the normal blond, he had a look about him that said he was no stranger to war just as all Cadians had.
He was about an inch shorther than White was
and not as heavy but still a solid looking fellow.
Drop trooper White taged him
Net were to ther Cadians. A Sergant and a private. Bolth wore the same uniform and badges marking them out a 101st Cadian and from their 2nd Platoon's mechanized transport division to boot if their tiny badge pins were corect!
The 101st Sergeant is the real killer among us White thought
though I could be wrong
Thinking back he knew he could have been wrong about a lot of things.
Why do they need me as a guide? he thought The Up hiver knows this hive. It's his home world for the Emperor's sake!And the Cadians!? What are they doing here? Their boys are on the other side of the HIve! There must be somthing to this! It ain't normal!
Sighing he slouched back in the seat and begain to play with his long pony tail (aslo beyoung regulation standards) and think some more.
Yes he thought I may just be being paraniod, still yuou don'y grow up on my home world and live by being the trusting type
He knew what he had to do next
Sitting up he looked each man in the eyes.
"So" he asked "what are you doing in the sick zones"