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..
Elysians - Prologue by BrookMGalipoli, a theta class desert world situated along the Eastern Fringes. An insignificant world with no real values. Nothing but a world of infertile dirt that has to import almost everything. While the temperatures are not as unbearable as say, Tallarn or Armageddon, at some point the climate took a turn for worse and messed with the eco system, ruining it forever. With no crops to produce or factories to produce anything of use the Imperium asked something else: manpower. If not for the Imperial Guard then for the Munitorum labour corps, who is ever in need of unskilled labourers who could use a shovel and pickaxe in preparation of war, or to aid in the reconstruction of places ruined by it. Other than that it is a useless world.Or was it really?It was in fact not useless enough to wage a war over. When the planetary governor and his coterie of closest advisors decided to secede from the Imperium it took the Imperium some time to take notice. Three hundred and fifty-nine years to b
The Benediction CrusadeThe 42nd Millenium - Segmentum SolarRudger Thalion glanced once more over his left pauldron at the macabre spectacle over the rim of the trench, prompted by yet another distant crump! of an incoming artillery round. The smoke from the countless fires here and there across the battlefield had already blackened out the sky sometime before. It had grown eerily quiet and still, except for the occasional crump and crash of distant artillery fire traded between the opposing armies. Despite this, neither side were inclined to challenge them; rather than send out special teams or squads of soldiers to find the points of origin, each side was content enough to fight fire with fire. A stalemate, as best as could be hoped for amid the desolation, with only the impotent posturing of the artillery to split the sky, in defiance of the silence.Across the desolate and blasted landscape, the ruin of war could still be seen. In the distance, the outline of a Land Raider Crusader could be made out agai
Riders of Death by BrookM'Orders Ridemaster?'Ridemaster (sergeant) Asche lowered her binoculars and pondered for a moment, weighing the options at hand. Her squadron of Death Riders had run into an enemy position in the hinterlands of the wastes of Kinda, a rare find on its own. Though this also had something to do with the fact that she had ridden her men long and hard, forcing them and their steeds to their utmost limits. Small enemy outposts, half dug into the soil were a common enough sight. They were mostly mundane observation posts staffed by some expendable observers. Yet the banner that flew from the aerial of the small armoured car parked next to the fortified hole said otherwise. Standing orders were to notify command of any such high ranking enemy assets, but by the time a proper response could be sent the enemy would be long gone most likely. Plus the enemy seemed to block communications over long ranges, making the vox caster carried by one of her Riders useless nine out of ten times. Squads on p