Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2007 21:15:14 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Rosie[/glow]
Colonel Jack Rossar, (nicknamed Rosie by his troops) Grinned as the ship shook and creped. “This is the fun part boys!” Jack yelled his grin turned into a smile this was his favorite part of an assault. He looked around to see fresh guardsman barley keeping what they had, had for breakfast in. He could never understand why they didn’t like it. He could hear the landing feet shudder and creak as they slide out. They hit the ground hard, the jerk sent one man who had taken off his helmet and had been fixing the straps hit his head on the crossbar.
The key to this mission was quickness; they had landed directly outside their enemies’ fortification. Jack was the first one up; he stood next to the door shouting encouragement to the guardsman. The door hissed and they bolted to the nearest cover. The Ork bullets tore apart the trees and foliage. Now it was just blind firing, then finding pauses and advancing.
I watched Jack was smiling even when a guardsman’s blood splattered across his face. He wiped it of yelled further encouragement. We advanced until we could see the ruins and bunkers of the old imperial guard fortification. The tree line provided little to no cover. Grenades flew until the first set of bunkers was clear. Now it was a firefight between the two walls. A couple soldiers started to back down and Jack nodded to his commissar. He turned and made sure the group of soldiers saw him the shoot the man directly in the forehead.
Surprisingly enough the strongest sent came from the huge amount of gunpowder being used by the Orks and not the bloody bodies that lay everywhere. We saw some commotion along the Ork line. Several Orks carrying rocket launchers fired thick black smoke spiraled from the barrels. The rockets zipped uselessly overhead, until we heard the explosions behind us. We did not hear our armored support coming up behind us but the Orks saw it. Were once there were several tanks there was now burning wreckage. The few remaining tanks returned fire. You could see a wave of shock hit every man, including the stern commissar. Jack was undeterred though; he needed to show they were not beaten so he ordered a charge. By this time the elite Karaskins and Orgrynes had arrived. Jack was of course the first to reach the enemy; he put his foot on the wall and leapt up, the first to Orks he saw died. One had it’s head was smashed in by the butt of his sword and the other was shoot in the mouth from inches away. By the time they had captured the next set of walls the Orgynes were still fighting with a frenzied pack of Nobz. The cannons of the tanks pounded the Orks but some how they still lead a charge more loud than effective, Orks fell from the sky with large rockets strapped to there back. We were caught in a ferocious melee. We beat them back once more. Jack looked troubled which did not happed often in battle. I saw what he was looking at his banner carrier was killed in the Ork charge. Jack always said that fighting without his banner was like fighting without his sword or his gun.
Some called him crazy for not abandoning it in places that others would. Jack always cut it close but always one. He looked around and looked like he was thinking then he picked it up. He stood up bullets flying past his head, people cursed him and told him to sit down. He ignored them, “No imperial flag has stood here for many years, but we will liberate this planet, it yearns to feel the treed of imperial boots and I tell you it will know the tread of there boots and will feel the shadow of it’s great banner once more.” He sprang up and with him, everyone else his last speech whipping them into such frenzy that nothing could stop them.
Jack reached the palisade using his banner as a spear. He made it to the plateau that stood in the middle of the compound he thrust the banner into the hole. His hands were still clasped to it even as Ork bullets ripped across his chest. The size of the holes were large and it took near seconds for the blood to leave him. He turned pale and collapsed to one knee his hands still holding the banner pole. I approached him; the Guardsmen were just destroying the last of the Orks the battle was a victory. I checked he was dead there was no question that he would be alive but I had to check. Then I saw it, he was still smiling, a grin practically spread from one ear to the other.