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Post by BG. Foster on Apr 10, 2013 9:50:19 GMT -5
You want me to wait 2 weeks? I don't think so, play now damn you!
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Post by Julian Sharps on Apr 10, 2013 11:54:18 GMT -5
It's 'cause he got himself shot during training, and we had to call the session soon afterward. The rest of the squad still has to finish the mission.
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Post by BG. Foster on Apr 10, 2013 15:44:18 GMT -5
Why'd he go and do that?
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Post by Julian Sharps on Apr 10, 2013 16:04:22 GMT -5
I think his journal does a better job of explaining it than I would.
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Post by Aeon on Apr 10, 2013 16:11:49 GMT -5
Read the journal, Foster. It was all about the young guy trying to prove he's a man to his squad. That he is reliable. And he got too gung ho
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Post by commisarblur on Apr 10, 2013 22:39:16 GMT -5
Two weeks, to be precise. Reds Sounds like the same wait time with my Deathwatch team. Our GM is working two different groups and has lots of other things on his plate. Still it gives you time to plan out and fine tune your writing style.
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Apr 10, 2013 22:42:05 GMT -5
More like I can only get the group together once a week, and since he got himself killed (for reasons that were 100% in character), he has to sit out the next session while the team finishes their training exercise. We only play for 3 hours, and since the game is heavy on RP as opposed to just dice rolling, things can take a while. If I could dragoon these hooligans into a chat room more than once a week, I would. Reds
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Post by BG. Foster on Apr 11, 2013 1:17:49 GMT -5
Surely there's a basement you could tie them up in.
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Apr 11, 2013 6:48:53 GMT -5
Did someone say basement?
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Post by Aeon on Apr 21, 2013 23:49:03 GMT -5
hey guys i'm back!
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Part II Entry 1 456.M41
I've decided to start a part II. Seemed like the right thing to do. My life before is over. My new life is the one I've been writing about for months now: The Imperial Guard.
Over the past few days I've really been getting to know my squad better. We play card games. We joke around, and tell stories. We practice shooting. Pick on the PDF guys and steal their chow (hope nobody sees me writing this).
We've been standing guard duty at 0200 to 0600 every morning up in the tower at the Daubry town complex. We just watch the road and chat for four hours, then go to sleep, and let Horse's squad take over. Then in the morning we have patrols. We still haven't found any sign of enemy activity.
Entry 2 456.M41
Nothing much to write about today. Just...more guard duty. More smoking and joking. Nothing to see, nothing to say
Entry 3 456.M41
We got a new squad member today. Our sniper got reassigned somewhere else, and we were joined by Trooper Hall, or "Scorch" as he likes to be called. He's a hilarious nut! Loves to talk about blowing things up, and fire and explosions. He is crazy, but seems friendly. He's from Kandria too, though his parents were settlers so he's not originally from there. He doesn't look much like me, or Doc, or Sgt. Marshall.
Entry 4 456.M41
Last night...was insane
The five of us were sitting up in the tower, standing watch. Our orders were, as usual, to watch the road leading south towards the main city of this region, and watch for enemy movement, which we all assumed we'd never see. Emperor, were we wrong...
Our incoming troops dosier said that a column of Leman Russ Main Battle Tanks would be coming our way and parking in the town, and we were to wait for them. I stood watch while the others played cards for a bit. Vyn had won a few hands, while Doc was taking our blood samples to check for sickness or diseases.
I saw a flash out on the road, about 500 meters down range. Couldn't tell quite what it was so I asked for Sergeant Marshall's magnoculars and took another look.
It was lasgun fire. And stubber fire. And autocannon fire. And a mortar. All firing at one target.
We rushed down to one of the squad trucks and climbed in. Vyn got on the vox and woke up Lt. Ashwell and the rest of 3rd platoon. And we sped off towards the fire with Scorch driving the truck.
Over the vox we heard that it was a PDF unit that was pinned down by enemy fire. Where they came from, we have no idea. By the end of the night they were all dead so we couldn't interrogate any of them about other forces in the area. We just...killed them all.
Scorch managed to drive the truck off the road by going to fast, and that autocannon crew took notice. So they started pounding the truck. We all jumped off one by one into the cold gakking mud. I crawled around the truck to make sure Scorch was ok.
So Sgt. Marshall starts assessing our situation. Towards the tree line to our left (the East), was a squad of PDF guys. Maybe 2 squads. Their truck had been blown apart by heavy gun fire, was flipped on its side, and had combusted into flames. A heavy stubber crew not too far away to the West was pounding them hard, as well as a few heretics with lasguns. I couldn't really see much, save for their silhouettes.
Further to the West, about 100 meters more, was an autocannon team, and they were firing at our truck still. We crawled away, keeping low. Damn, did I have shakes. I was scared out of my mind.
Marshall started giving orders. He, Doc and Scorch advanced South East towards the heavy stubber team to back up the PDF guys. Myself and Vyn went to take out the autocannon.
For the first time in my life...I killed someone. Or something. I didn't have a scope and it was still dark, so I couldn't really see his face. Sgt. Marshall's team made good progress but Sergeant and Scorch got shot a few times. Luckily the Emperor was with us: Their armour took the brunt, and mostly just knocked the wind out of them. They manged to kill their targets.
Myself and Vyn tried to be sneaky. We crawled quickly towards the autocannon, but they started firing it over our heads. I ducked my head down and went face first into the mud, while Vyn kept going. He took a round to the chest. Just a las round. No serious damage. He fired the first shot, and stunned the gunner.
That's when I killed the loader.
Time seemed to slow down. Everything got really quiet, as I put his chest in my cross hairs. I squeezed the trigger, fired 2 rounds from my lasgun. Hit in square in the neck and blew his throat out. I felt like I was shooting at a shadow. He was slightly less than 100 meters away. But I still hit him.
It felt great. To kill a heretic. A traitor to the Emperor and the Imperium! He deserved his fate.
I switched targets then, aiming for the gunner. Not so slow and quiet this time. My adrenaline was flowing but my mind was at ease, knowing I could do this. Knowing I could kill, and destroy the servants of the Arch Enemy. I pulled the trigger.
And missed.
But it's ok, because I hit his ammo belt and blew the damn thing up. It cooked off the entire ammo box next to it, and shrapnel went everywhere. Made my ears ring. So loud.
So by my count...that's two confirmed kills, in the name of the Emperor. All the other riflemen around the gun crew died in the blast. So unconfirmed...that's three more.
Hope I can keep this roll up as the campaign progresses. I want to go home.
A few seconds after I killed the gun crew, the armoured column showed up, and absolutely tore the tree line to pieces. They crushed, burned, shot and blew up anything in their path that wasn't wearing Imperial colours! It was terrifying! But inspiring!
Once we regrouped, I saw Scorch take off his helmet and look at the "scorch" mark in it from a las round that had hit his head, and he was laughing. What a nut case.
Sergeant Marshall praised me on my good eyes for noticing the movement on the road while we were back in the tower. Made me feel good to be recognized.
The rest of 3rd platoon caught up with us, led by a very sleepy Lt. Ashwell. Horse and Lia's squad started picking up body parts and our Doc went to check on the survivors.
Only 2 of them lived. We rushed out there and only 2 of those PDF soldier lived. That makes me so angry! There were at least 12 of them! We couldn't save them.
So there it is. I have killed. I have ended 2 lives without a doubt, and probably a few more. I never saw their bodies.
It feels good, but it feels odd, too. Somehow. I am changing. I can feel that inside me. I miss Kandria. I miss the quiet at the farm, but at the same time, how could I ever go back to that? Being an Imperial Guardsman! The Hammer of the Emperor!
That sounds far, far more interesting and rewarding than growing plants and selling Groxx meat.
Entry 5 456.M41
Vyn said something about "It happened again" but he wouldn't tell me what he meant when he said that. I hope he's alright. He's my brother. I have to look out for him, just like he looks out for me.
Entry 6 456.M41
We just got word today that only one of the PDF troopers survived...the second one succumbed to his injuries in the field hospital...
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Post by Aeon on Apr 28, 2013 23:11:19 GMT -5
Entry 7 456.M41
Today we got one of the last days of liberty we'll have for awhile. I have the feeling we'll be moving out soon.
We got a pre-liberty mission briefing. We'll be scouting out an abandoned complex that command suspects is home to an advanced force of Arch Enemy forces. We are to destroy that base with extreme prejudice.
So, Lt. Ashwell gave us liberty for the day. Scorch and Sergeant Marshall went to run an errand, so me, Vyn and Doc took a truck into the city.
We were looking for some things that weren't exactly....legal. Weapon mods, and gear. Things that command probably wouldn't want us to have, but things that would be the difference between life or death.
Instead of finding a black market, like we had originally intended, we stumbled upon two really nice Whitewall PDF soldiers guarding a street. Doc did good work in convincing them to help us out. Don't know what we'd do without Doc, sometimes.
Whitewall saw the first bit of action in this war. Lost a LOT of men. I feel bad for them.
But because they lost so many troops, they had a ton of excess gear. Kolehart and Kistor helped us get into those supply staches and got us a few crates of ammo, both auto gun rounds and las charge packs.
Oh and someone broke into our gas tank while we were gone, so they got us some gas, too.
Felt good to bond with Vyn and Doc Korporeal. They're great men, and good soldiers. I am glad they took me along.
Really anticipating this next fight. Done writing for tonight. Time to get some shut eye
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Post by Aeon on Apr 29, 2013 22:48:48 GMT -5
Ok i'm done writing this haha. not worth it
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Post by emptyhat on Apr 29, 2013 23:31:07 GMT -5
Aw
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Post by Adkenpachi on Apr 30, 2013 2:42:45 GMT -5
Nooooooooooooo
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Post by BG. Foster on Apr 30, 2013 10:45:13 GMT -5
Yeah why's it not worth it?
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Post by Adkenpachi on Apr 30, 2013 12:51:17 GMT -5
Seriously, this is the first fluffy piece of writting...any piece of writing ive wanted to read since i first discovered anne rice!!!
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Post by Aeon on Apr 30, 2013 19:28:13 GMT -5
HAHA Thanks for the comments guys. Writing will resume this Sunday. Just didn't know if any of you guys were reading it. Reading in silence kinda threw me off
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Post by Aeon on Apr 30, 2013 21:26:52 GMT -5
The best part about writing this journal is that I have no clue what is coming next
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Apr 30, 2013 21:49:15 GMT -5
HAHA Thanks for the comments guys. Writing will resume this Sunday. Just didn't know if any of you guys were reading it. Reading in silence kinda threw me off It's definitely something that takes getting used to. Rest assured, we read.
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Apr 30, 2013 22:00:47 GMT -5
The best part about writing this journal is that I have no clue what is coming next Neither do I, usually. Reds
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Post by Adkenpachi on May 1, 2013 3:32:15 GMT -5
We made our feelings clear after the first few entries
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Post by Aeon on May 3, 2013 13:05:14 GMT -5
That is true, Adken. Maybe I was just hoping for constructive criticism, but if there is none, it must mean I'm awesome!
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Post by BG. Foster on May 3, 2013 14:27:37 GMT -5
That is true, Adken. Maybe I was just hoping for constructive criticism, but if there is none, it must mean I'm awesome! This is true. Reading from the perspective of an everyday guardsman is a refreshing change and something GW would never do.
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Post by Aeon on May 3, 2013 23:15:42 GMT -5
Well, thank you all for the comments. I don't check how many views the thread gets so I did not know if anyone was still reading. I wanted to test you all haha
If Crowley doesn't die in this campaign, I'll definitely be writing more about him in the next Dark Heresy or Only War game I play. If I end up in a DH or Ascension game, Crowley will carry over as a Guardsman, but of higher rank. If it's another OW game, he'll just have been inducted into a new unit, the Kandrian 45th having been wiped out, or he got separated or something.
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Post by Aeon on May 24, 2013 11:25:33 GMT -5
Entry 8 456.M41
Today we received reinforcements from the Kandrian 144th. We each received a "battle buddy". My guy is named Jorn. He's an idiot. The guy keeps falling out of the truck, getting his webbing caught, or dropping his rifle. He reloads slower than anyone else in the company, and can't shoot to save his life. I have no idea how he survived the front lines. He doesn't even say much. He just kind of stares blankly at everything. He tries to do what he's told, at least.
The others who joined the squad were Faye, a girl. Doesn't say much. Alt, a tall man who wears glasses. He seems pretty shell shocked as well. And Jervis, who is a bit more talkative. He carries a flask on him. Wonder what's in it.
Entry 9 456.M41
We've been training with our new squad members. I guess they're starting to feel like family, but I've already spent weeks with Sergeant Marshall, Doc and Vyn. Scorch got transfered to the combat engineers battalion. One day he was here, fighting with us, the next he was gone. I guess that's the nature of the Imperial Guard. We go where we're needed.
Been trying out this local rifle. It's a long barreled, black autogun. Has a pretty large mag and fires a large solid round. Lots of kick, very accurate, tons of fun to shoot. I'm glad Lt. Ashwell is letting me use this thing. I can really do some damage with it, I think.
Entry 10 456.M41
We've received our next mission briefing. There's an agri complex being used as a forward operating base for heretical forces. Supposedly, that's where the little strike teams are coming out of.
We'll be rolling out with the tanks. Three of them. Our mission is to search the building for any hints as to where a larger force in the area might be, or any form of enemy intelligence. We're also to kill any non-Imperial forces inside. I'm looking forward to that part.
I still sometimes get the shakes when I think of combat. When the adrenaline is flowing. I don't think it's fear anymore, though. It's more like...cold, hard anticipation. I have only engaged with the enemy once, but it has changed me. I'm not just a farm hand anymore. I am a soldier, and I have bled the enemy.
Entry 11 456.M41
Well, we just got back from mission...
1st platoon approached from three directions, with Lt. Ashwell and his command squad going in from the right, 3rd squad going down the middle with the three Leman Russ' behind us, and Sgt. Lia's squad going on the left.
Our first objective was to observe, see if we saw any movement. We split into a pair of four man fire teams. I went through the woods on the left with Doc, Jorn, and Jervis. Sergeant Marshall went down the right with Vyn, Faye and Alt. We saw nothing, so we moved up to the building. It was starting to snow, and I was starting to shiver, then starting to shake.
Lt. Ashwell's team took contact first. Some sort of gun servitor. It had some sort of blade attached to it's arm and it cut one his guy's legs off. I went up and peeked around the corner of the house and saw it.
Then we decided to breach. Sgt. Lia's squad was already taking contact. I opened the door first. That's my job as the team's pointman. An IED exploded in my face and knocked me back. I felt bits of shrapnel go into my shoulder and a few went into my chest. My flak caught most of the blast, but it hurt like hell!
Myself and Vyn were deafened for a few seconds, and Faye had to use the vox caster to let Lt. Ashwell know what had happened.
After we all recovered and Doc had taken a look at us, we moved into the building and into the next room. It looked all clear, until we opened a closet door. One of those servitors came out.
But I was ready. I shot it three times in the head, and it fell dead. Almost landed on Vyn. I put a round in its head with my pa's revolver to make sure the damn thing stayed down.
We all felt a bit startled by that. We were expecting actual people to fight, not mindless servitors who felt no pain.
It made me angry! I wanted to kill the enemy, not fight their machine servants! I want to bleed the heretics dry!
Anyway, right after that is when nuts really hit the fan. We moved into the kitchen. I went in first, fast and low. I moved over to the cabinets. Was going to check for IEDs, hidden enemies...and possibly some good chow!
Then I started taking fire. Caught one in the arm. Already in the space of an hour, I'd been blown up by an IED and shot in the arm. I think the round went through some furniture first though because the bullet didn't go all the way through. It stuck about an inch in my shoulder. Hurt bad, but I didn't scream. 3rd squad will never know that I feel pain, ever again.
Vyn got knocked out by some sort of trap. Something fell on his head. Faye dragged him back to the first room, and myself and Doc started to engage the new contact. He hit it with his lasgun and I hit it with my battle rifle a few times. The damn thing was covered in durasteel plates or something, because nothing was happening.
That's when I noticed that Jorn was dead. Some of the shots meant for me had hit him in the chest and the throat. He had a big sucking chest wound that penetrated his body armour and he was laying there gurgling. I had fighting to concentrate on. I didn't think about it.
The damn servitor finally went down, and another one emerged from another door way. It had a damn chainsword attached to its arm! It went straight for Sergeant Marshall, but Jervis got in the way. The blade went through his chest and killed him instantly.
Sgt. Marshall engaged it with his own sword, and Doc went crazy and drew his own dueling blade. It couldn't get a clear shot! I tried to hit it in the head, or the joins or something to disable it! I couldn't. It wounded the Sergeant a bit, and I think it was Doc who finally took it down.
Marshall cursed me out and reprimanded me for being careless when entering the room. I snatched up Jorn's dog tags, walked into the next room an- *ink is smeared and obscured by small tear drops*
My face was all red when I came back in the room. I didn't cry because I had been told off. I cried because I got that dumb oaf killed by being reckless and moving too fast. I feel bad for him. And Jervis too.
We lost two men today. It was my fault.
Suddenly after that we were ordered to pull out of the building. Lt. Ashwell had found something in the cellar. We withdrew from the building and the tanks blew it up.
Nobody will tell me what they found down there. I don't know if I want to be told or not. Sounds sickening with the little bit do know. My guess is it was some sort of shrine to the arch enemy.
As we watched the building come down, I spoke to Doc. Doc is like my older brother. He has taken care of me since we got on planet. Albeit he's a bit harsh in his methods. But I'd do anything to keep him safe.
We shared a drink from Jervis's flask. It tasted like smoked bark. It was delicious.
I raised my hands in the air and I shouted "I AM THE HAMMER OF THE EMPEROR, AND THE ENEMY WILL FEAR MY WRATH!"
I will not let anyone else die. I will hone myself into a killing machine, for I am the Hammer of the Emperor
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