Random Guardsmen

[InquisitorM41]

Crouched behind a wall, holding his variation of the long-las, with an optical sight, Dietrich held his weapon close. Leaning over a-little to look past the edge of the wall, several pot-shots erupted around his head. Exploding chunks of the wall, with pieces hitting his black re-breather. Pulling his upper body back away from the edge, he turned to look at the other side of the wall. Dietrich was pinned, and he knew it. Hearing the rattle of heavy weapons, being wasted on his left side...Dietrich knew, either he ran for safety, or die here. Turning to his right, seeing the rest of his dead squad, all were which heavily armored and heavily armed, his own, black armor flak suit.

Seeing movement towards the right edge, and then green, Dietrich raised his rifle so fast, that he himself nearly lost it. When the large Ork came into view, the trigger, being crushed by his finger, releasing loads of las fire into the orks head and chest. The first hit, took a chunk of the orks head off. The second and third tore off a large chunk of its neck and part of its upper arm. The rest tore a hole in the orks stomach. Falling to its knees sluggishly, black ichor oozed and gores falling out from its open wounds. Dietrich looked around and spoke into his vox seat.

'Sector 3 under heavy attack...requesting assistance....Is anyone hearing this?!?' Letting just static answer back...but...he could hear a soft noise, but to him it was faint. It kept repeating 'Duck...duck...duck...', so he did just that. A few seconds later, all that filled his head were the loud noises of screaming rockets, speeding over the wall and the building. The last thing he heard was several loud crashes and explosions from krak missile launchers.

Raising his head, shuffling on the hard concrete ground, inching towards the edge, all he could see was ruin and black blood of what had to be orks. Looking down the street, he saw several heavy armored jeeps rush his way. Standing and rushing out into the street, the jeep screeched to a halt. A man walked out. Oh ****...a commissar...Looking at the Commissar and saluting like a Kasrkin should, the Commissar saluted back. Looking back and fourth from the ally-way to Dietrich, the Commissar shook his head and un-holstered his issued las-pistol. Aiming towards Dietrich’s head, and taking a shot, not a move or even flinch. But behind him, an Ork fell to its knees from the clean headshot.

'I am Commissar Fulker...' The commissar shrugged at him, thinking slowly. Holstering his pistol, and turning, the clatter heavy las fire coming from the commissars’ jeep. The man gunning the turret was aiming off into a three story building in another intersection. Dietrich could hear a faint squeal and then the distinct, loud crackling sound of a rifle.

But it was no rifle. The screaming kicked in and the zooming sound of a rocket kicked in. Headed straight for a perfect kill, the rocket hit the jeeps wind-shield.

The three men inside the jeep were killed instantly. Dietrich and the Commissar fell to the ground and stayed there, keeping low, trying to hind their bodies as bet they can, so as not to get hit by any shrapnel or singing hot metal.

A tire, still on fire, rolled between the two. Watching the tire, and then looking at each other and then the shmelting, ruin of what used to be a jeep, the two got two their feet.

A small group of gretchin rushed to the jeep, searching for anything that could be used or salvaged. But secondary explosions erupted from the jeep. Either it was the engine or the extra ammo, it did not matter. The groups of Gretchin were blown away from the jeep. Either killed by the explosion or hitting the ground and walls with a loud splat. Dietrich and the Commissar were both on the ground again, this time, staying an extra bit of time there. Crawling a little forward, Dietrich was more worried what was up on the buildings. But the commissar was more worried about having a Guardsman run away, leaving him there to die.







Stopping, Dietrich knelt down slowly by the street’s corner. The intersection may have ended, but, death is beyond every corner of this hell hole.

‘Commissar Fulker, I am Sergeant Major Dietrich, 3rd platoon, 5th company, 2nd Kasrkin battalion, Veteran platoon mainly. But by the looks of it, you seem right out of the Schola.’ Dietrich to a chance saying that, the man nearly killed him once before, but insulting him would get him killed…if you honestly took it as an insult.

‘Very good sergeant…just one thing I have to ask you. What is beyond that corner?’ Commissar Fulker asked, but to tell the truth, Dietrich didn’t want to know, nor did he care. But he did know he has to go beyond that corner and destroy it. Taking a small look, he turned back and looked at the commissar.

‘Well sir…if you want me not to say it’s an Ork buggy with a krak missile launcher and a heavy bolter…then I’ll say it’s just a ghost.’ Dietrich said calmly, as if he has had worse…in which he has had worse than this. Raising his long-las, and laying down, he slipped himself to the side, very slowly. Having done this before, he knew what to do. Aiming his weapon for the Ork, holding the bolted down krak launcher, he sighed softly, his breathing heavy. Dietrich could see the large augmetic right eye. The bright red glow, made Dietrich shiver abit. Slowly pulling the trigger, he let go as a large Ork, with huge tusks got in his way. A better target and a better thing to kill.

The commissar just stood their, leaning against the wall, watching the sergeant curiously. The commissar un-holstered his weapon slowly and held it, ready for anything. Dietrich was steadying his rifle, he took the perfect headshot. The orks head exploded from its shoulders. The body of the Ork moved several steps backwards, before slumping, and falling to the ground. Black ichor slowly oozing from its dead body. The Ork manning the Krak launcher looked around, freaking out, firing the thing at a random building.

Dietrich fired at that Ork, the krak shot, messing his aiming, but hitting the Orks head none the less. The right augmentation gone, as well as half its head. The third and final Ork finally spotted Dietrich, screaming its annoying warcry of ‘WAAAGH!’ The commissar, being the ass he is, sidesteps into view, revving his chainsword and slashing at the Orks unarmored stomach.

The Ork tried to dodge the attack, but was met by a fist, ramming into its ugly green face by a large Kasrkin holding his hellgun. The Commissar finished the job by slashing at the Orks stomach and hacking a large hole, where the black ichor slowly oozed out. Dietrich slowly got to his feet and looked to the man. His re-breather still on, and his ceramite black armour, still in perfect condition.

‘Sergeant Welsch…was wondering when you would find my position…’ Dietrich spoke, as he lifted to his feet. The third Ork knew when he had no chance, so he started to make a run for it. But when he crossed a “T” in the road, he was shot to hell. More Kasrkin units started to make there way into view. And slowly making their way to them.

‘I told you I would be saving your ass Sergeant Major...plus…there was a Xenos problem we had…only 7 of us made it out of that frakking slaughter house…’ Welsch spoke with hatred when he talked of the ambush the orks laid out for them. The commissar heard all of this, and was just nodding his head, only caring about killing something, while he had protection near him.

The commissar then spoke out. ‘Ok…now that there are…7...8…9 of us…we need to get out of this hell. And if I am right, we are smack dab, in the middle of this city, and we need to go west towards the waterfront…’ The Commissar seemed more optimistic about heading towards the water, when Dietrich knew of a safe underground passage to the mountains.

[InquisitorM41]

Walking in a column, Dietrich and Welsch taking point, while the commissar was behind them. The rest were behind him, all weapons at the ready, making sure they would not be ambushed again by those barbaric greenskins. Dietrich had his newly acquired Hellgun back, which felt like his mission could be completed more quickly now with the familiar weapon.
As he turned his head down a random street to his right, he noticed that the orks have been making random barricades out of anything they could find. Dietrich spat onto the ground when he noticed a chassis of a switchblade, being used as a large fortification. Its holy haul has been blown to bits; the dead crew was still inside. Dietrich could make out a uniform of a colonel, but it was not important anymore. He could hear some of their group in the back talk. One he knew that went by the name of Tucker, and the other was a man, who went by the name of, Oh what was it…oh yeah it was Midgley.
‘So, as I was saying. If the orks really had a smart and brainy ork…what do you think they would do with it?’ Midgley spoke, holding his Hellgun close to him, and keeping a hawk’s eye out for any greenies that would try to pop out and take them by surprise.
‘Well, if I was the big bossy ork, then I would keep him locked up and torture him till he gives me the information’ Tucker spoke out back at Midgley.
‘Hey sarg, where we headed anyways?’ Tucker asked, wondering where the hell there at, let alone where there going. The sergeant did not answer for awhile as he thought to himself the exact some thing.
‘Well Tuck my b-‘That’s as far as sergeant Welsch got to before the commissar spoke out behind them
‘Were headed to rendezvous XYZ…There has been too many Ork incursions around the area. We need to reach that point and get lifted from this planet, before the Virus bomb the whole planet.’ The Commissar spoke out. His voice was a cold chill adding into the death around them. It was a young one, a new kid that went by the name of Reighly.
‘Why would the Virus Bomb our home planet. I mean…why not call in more men or something?’
‘You have lot to learn boy’ Welsch spoke out. ‘The amount of guardsmen on this planet alone would be enough to stop this bloody ork invasion…but since there were too many orks from the start, they don’t want to have to waste anymore men…nor money’
‘Yeah….you gotta hate those fat bastards…’ Tucker spoke out then. The comment must have struck the Commissar in the face, because the commissar pulled his pistol out and turned. Midgley and the other three men knew already what he was about to do and pointed their weapons at the commissar. Welsch stopped and turned and yelled at them to put down their weapons. He even told the Commissar to do the same.
‘Welsch…what do you think an imperial chimera would mean to a rag tag like us?’ Dietrich was calm, and spoke normally. Everyone started to calm down and hush themselves. They all turned to look at what Dietrich was looking at. They started to cheer till the commissar stopped them and told them to stay put.
‘It could be a trap…see look!’ The commissar pointed to a body of what would have been the body of the vehicles commander, and the body of an ork. ‘There was battle here…and it still is here…’



The constant sound of a distinct las rifle kept its pace. Every ten seconds, the sound would come to life, and then vanish as if it was just a ghost. It rang out one last time before a burst of bolter fire could be heard. The sound ceased after a few moments. The sniper sound did not return.

‘See, our own snipers are easy targets to the-‘ The commissars words were cut by the same snipers rounds. But the bolter fire did not come back. After a few flash of hand signals, the line dispersed to the building where the sniper shots were coming from. Dietrich caught sight of a door and slowly opened it. He saw several ork bodies, all dead and missing parts. One even had three huge gaping holes in its chest, and its head was cleanly off.

Dietrich signaled for Welsch and Tucker to follow, the other 6 stayed on the first floor to provide covering fire. Dietrich was the first to make his way to the second floor. He caught glimpse of something short and green. When Tucker went by, the sound of a shotgun went off. The shot ricocheted off the walls, sending small pellets and shrapnel into Tuckers right leg. Tucker went down screaming in pain.

Welsch went to Tuckers aid and shot randomly with his hell gun into the stairwell. Squeals and yelps could be heard before the sound of clambering dead bodies fell to the ground. Dietrich slowly moved to see up the stair well, several Gretchen lay dead at the bottom, while some were still on the stairs, but was either dead or dying. Pulling out his hell pistol, Dietrich killed the dying ones one-by-one. While he made his way up the stairs, the barrel of a long rifle was pointed at his eye. He waited for his death.

‘You the back up? Or the cannon fodder?’ Sniper specialist Jurgen smirked at his commander and lowered his rifle. Tapping Dietrich on the arm, he motioned him to follow and to keep low. Jurgen stopped on the end of the third fleet of steps. He crouched behind a wall of debris and pointed downwards. ‘They are trying to regroup to charge…but whenever one comes out to prove itself the leader..I’ve been popping them off..So now a free show.’

Dietrich watched the confused ork mob, as three large orks battled in the middle of a mob. One ork, with heavy amour all over it’s body, holding a crude large battle axe, and what seemed to be a make shift chainsword was charging the middle ork boss. While the other ork on the other side was completely naked almost, except for the little bout of amour covering all its parts and legs. It held two battle axes and charged as well. But the middle ork, which looked to be the biggest, had instead of arms and meaty paws, were two large mechanical claws. The ork swiped the nearly naked one away at once and charged the armored one. Using his left massive claw, it gashed the orks right arm, which held the chainsword and cleanly cut the arm off. With it’s right free claw, the massive ork took a hold of the armored orks waist, and slowly applied pressure, as if squeezing a can of rationed food. Slowly but surly, the guttural sounds of a dying ork were made, and what seemed to be a bone crushing and meat squishing sound, erupted with the armored orks head flying off, with guts and intestinal matter rushing to the only route of escape from the pressure.

‘Well, since there leader has been chosen, we need to prepare for battle’. Dirtrich spoke softly and sighed. Looking down to the group, the new ork boss gave out a loud, guttural Waagh.

[InquisitorM41]

Looking, he could hear the sounds of battle. He held both bolt pistols he was issued in his hands. He took the point of the 5 man group. The others were holding old style solid slug weapons. One man even had a flame thrower. The rest of the squad was on the other side of the building. That squad had a grenade launcher. Looking over the edge of the building, he noticed a mob of orks charging a secluded building. Peering at the building and its upper levels, he noticed several guardsmen firing. One even with a sniper rifle. Looking harder, he noticed the armour right away….Kasrkin. Looking back to the men he was commanding, he looked at the one right behind him.
‘Korleshki…get ready to move and keep your light up…we’ll need that flamer…’
‘You got it Shraks….’
Looking back to the building, he whistled loudly to the other group of men. A whistle came back and he side stepped out to look over. Seeing the other sergeant, he nodded to him. He noticed the barrel of a grenade launcher and smirked wickedly. After a few hand signals, the other Sergeant nodded and he passed down the word to get ready to move and shoot.
The barrel of the grenade launcher slowly moved out into view more, and then he noticed the storm troopers Helmet and his re-breather. He waited a few then jolted out into plain view. Followed by the 4 others in his small squad. The chunking sound of the Launcher could be heard then the smashing of krak grenades exploding in and amongst the small ork horde.


Dietrich shuttered as the sudden grenades fell upon the orks, and one even hitting close to the house. He started to yell.
‘Who was the fraker letting grenades loose?’
‘Sir, will those red and black uniformed troopers answer you?’ The commissar slowly moved into the room and smirked, holding his chainsword and his laspistol.
Shrugging then nodding to the commissar, he raised his hell gun and started to let loose on the small ork horde, which seemed to get hit from two fronts. The sound of an auto cannon was shortly heard and Die raised his head to the building to see that not one, but two of the guns were firing, aswell as several heavy stubbers, and nearly as he quickly counted, atleast four squads worth of lasguns.

‘What in gullimans oath is this supposed to be!? Were the ones that do the rescuing?’ Sounded tucker, nearly having to yell in the personal vox unit the carapace armour had.
Looking hard, Welsch took out a pair of spotter glasses, and looked through them and looked onto the storm troopers.
‘Frak….Inqui-‘ That’s all that Welsch was able to say.
‘GET DOWN!’ Tucker tackled Welsch to the ground, just as several miss direct shots from an auto cannon obliterated the window he was just at. Welsch was sweating like hell and laying on the ground with Tucker holding him there while he was looking up through the window, as the small ork mob redirected for this new, bigger threat.

[InquisitorM41]

Holding the master crafted plasma pistol, extended outwards, he aimed it at an orks head as it charged too close and watched it with interest. Pulling the trigger softly, he watched as a blue ball of pure, super-heated energy went forth and cleansed the Xenos of its false life. The ork stumbled to the ground, with its head, clean off. The inquisitor raised his sword in the air and held it high. He stood infront of the building smiling with a wide grin as the orks, tried to touch him, but only came within to only be sliced by his force sword, or shot to death. After the last ork was slain, two storm troopers came out with flame throwers and set light to the dead ork bodies. More came slowly out of the building with heavy weapons and assault weapons of different varieties.

Several Inquisitorial storm troopers emerged from the building and from its sides. Nearly 20 in total, the inquisitor walked alone with his sword in hand and pistol in other. He seemed to looked at the bodies of the dead xenos. He then moved his pistol to an ork and shot it. The squeal of a what seemed like a grox in pain squeled for a short few seconds, till the ork stopped moving.

‘Sir, Kasrkin are in the building across from us…what should we do with them?’ A man, dressed in inquisitorial robes walked out, holding a long pole, which ended with what seemed to be an imperial seal. In his other hand was a plasma gun. Acolyt Gunther looked to his lord and waited for his answer.

‘Let them come…it would be nice to have…new additions to our group…we need the man power anyways…’ Inquisitor hertals looked from the dead ork to the building with the imperial forces.

‘Lord. We have so far twenty stormtroopers. And nearly fifty regular guardsmen armed with heavy weapons and lasguns. What will we have use for nearly a dozen Kasrkin?’ Another man came out, this time, a short but pulpus man. Rolls of fat under his chin. He held a feathered pin and a dataslat. Looking towards his lord he began to scribble what has acoured here. ‘Lord, we must hurry and leave this spot, or more orks will converge here from the noise pf battle. Shall I prepare your rhino and the others chimeras?’

‘Yes Lancor. Go and prepare the vehicles, while I talk with the new…recruits of there new mission.’ The Inquisitior walked towards the Kasrkin’s position, flanked by 5 storm troopers on each side and with Gunther right behind. The storm troopers heads were masked by the re-breathers and there helmuts, save for the two Sergeants which both held power swords and plasma pistols.