War Journal by BrookMDay 1.We dropped in, lost about a hundred during entry, lost another eighty to combat and securing the city. We've dug in around various intact buildings that now act as strong points.Enemy has fled but judging from vox chatter will return. IN FORCE. We got tonnes of supplies through drops though, even fancy NV goggles and a large amount of tape so we can stick everything to ourselves.Just need to hold out for the night, relief will come.Day 2.No relief in sight yet. Enemy getting fiercer in patrols and probes. We lost about sixty during enemy counter attacks. Flushed them out and retaken the lost buildings. LT has ordered the rigging of them with demos, next time they fall there wont be anything but rubble for them to hold.Same for us though!Day 3.Forced back quite a bit, backs against the wall here but we're holding for now. I hope those tanks are here soon..
Small Mercies by BrookMThe nurse fluffed Asche's pillow yet again, asking her if she was comfortable and if she needed anything. Asche shook her head and resumed, just like most of the other occupants in the ward, to silently stare at the ceiling. Just like her brothers in arms who lay here she hated the medical ward she was put in to rest up and recover. Compared to the others though Asche was like a pretender. The wound on her shoulder had healed up well enough and soon the stitching would be gone, leaving nothing but a scar. The bruises on her body and neck were almost gone as well. Lying next to her was a man who had stepped on a mine, both his legs torn off. To her left was a young man, hardly any older than eighteen standard, who was stabbed in the gut by a rusty bayonet during an enemy raid. He said very little, his pale complexion pained and sweating from the fever of the infection. He sometimes moaned in the night, a fever induced dream wracking his sleep. He was always quickly silenced by one of th
The Coming Storm by BrookM'Crap, can you believe this? One moment I was spending the night with that dancer, the one with the sweet moves and all that glittering dancing jewellery. The next were all stuck out in a field looking for something that fell from the skies. This is nothing but a ghost hunt most likely.' Trooper Radek bemoaned his current situation yet again, while maintaining a vigilant look ahead of him as he advanced in a fanned out line with the rest of his Cadian squad members.'Something fell from the skies, we just don't know what as of yet.' It came from one of the locals assigned to the company, a corporal by the name of Judith Kerman, a local scout seconded by the PDF to help the off-world forces get along more with the locals. From the sound of her voice she was sure of the unidentified object and that the suggestion that it was bogus nothing short of insulting.'Sure thing darling, something fell from the skies. You bumpkins take everything way too serious.' Radek's tone was a mocking
Entrenched by BrookMJust as the first wave disembarked from their transports and launched their selves into the enemy the second wave rolled across no-man's land, in the form of three dozen Centaur carriers whom brought forth heavily armoured Grenadiers tasked with taking out enemy strong points and bunkers.The enemy trenches might be cleared of the enemy with some ease now, but the remaining bunkers would be a tougher challenge for the regular infantry lacking the equipment for such a thing. As the Centaurs closed in on the fray they could see that a Gorgon was turned into a blazing inferno as a lucky lascannon shot punctured the fuel tanks of one of the sponson- mounted flamers, which in turn reached the main fuel tanks.The Centaurs slew to a halt, the small squads of grenadiers jumping free and into the cover of the enemy trenches as quickly as they could under the heavy weight of their equipment and armour. From there onwards they followed the trail of dead, shoving their selves to the fr
At First Light by BrookM'Incoming!'The cry had barely rung through the air as the first whines resounded through the air, a split-second later followed by the heavy explosions of enemy artillery hitting home. Shell after shell slammed into the earth, ploughing through the dirt and mud in a slow and creeping barrage. The trenches were hit, entire concrete sections torn apart and disintegrated. And with them, entire squads of defenders, fearfully waiting for the onslaught to end. The seconds felt like hours as the shrieking torrent of shells kept on coming in, leaving virtually nothing untouched.And then, as suddenly as the shells fell from the heavens silence returned, only punctured by the odd moan or scream of the pitiful wounded.The few survivors that remained scurried from their boltholes and dugouts, trying to find a place to hunker behind and defend what was left of their line of defence. What few support weapons remained were set up again and sighted, though things were looking grim for the defenders