Service under the Inquisitor Titus

[Colonel Marbi Chora]

This is a story that has been fermenting in mine mind for a while now, and has been the main focus of my time on deviantart for a while now. But I was looking over this site, and I decided that this might be a better place to post it, due to the fact that the people here actually know the backstory of the warhammer 40k universe. This is no Black Liberary material, no matter how hard I wish it was, but It is my best work to date concerning writing, and I hope that thsoe who read it will forgive my mis-spellings, and will offer advice and insight on how I can improve my story. And now that my excuses have been stated, I give you all my greatest work in progress, the story of a simple guardsman and those he meets along the way one travels through life.

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"Allright now gentlemen!" Major Lionel stood up from his stage at the assembled officers of the Alpheros Prime 1st Ranger Regiment and he nodded," Some upstart regiment known as the Varinor 13's, or the "Striking 13's", are being founded, and WE are being sent to assist their sorry arses in a war against the green menace!" Lionel smirked as his men chuckled and murmured to themselves, and then said over the rough titters," Get your men ready. We are gonna ambush the Varinorians, and get 'em on their toes!"

A roucious cry arrose from the officers, then they dispersed throughout the camp.

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Sergeant Draco Harken walked back to his men, his rough camo-fatiuges rubbing against his body. He pushed open the tent flap of his squad, and was greeted with salutes from Squad Epsilon.

"Hey Sarge!" His second in command Matthew "Whitey" Almas waved out to him, and passed him a thin white stick. Almas was a tall pale man with black hair like the rest of the Alpheros soldiers, with a wry mouth and a stub of dry wit in his head.

Harken accepted the cigararette and lit it up with a wooden match, tossing the ember on the ground and stomping his worn brown boot on it," Thanks Whitey. Now men!"

The soldiers looked up from their poker game to look at the Sergeant's serious face, and he continued," Suit up. The regiment is gonna pull a prank on those Varinor 13 dogs. Grab your webbing and let's go. The orderlies will be here soon to pack up the tent, so pack up and report to the armour depot to drop off your stuff."

A thin man with glasses grinned at the prospect," What're we gonna do? Pour a buncha sacra in the food?"

A dry laugh escaped Harken, and he pulled on the smoke," Nah, we're gonna make them **** their pants. Gonna ambush the bastards Lens."

Lens guaffed, and got up along with the rest of the men to start packing. Harken himself went to his cot and pulled on his flak-vest and webbing, slipping his canteen and blade into their rightful places. Next he pulled his cameo-cloak form his trunk, and pulled it over his head. He grabbed all of his extra clips of ammo and checked to make sure that his gun was clean and dulled down with spit and shoe polish. He loaded a clip of blanks into his gun, and slung it over his shoulder. Finally he grabbed his beaten and worn green-black helmet, attatching it to his belt. He pushed an extra combat knife into his boot-scabbard, and walked out past his men towards the depot.

He watched the other squads prepare with mild intrest, taking moderate drags from his cigarette.

"You know smoking is unhealthy for you," a sharp voice sounded behind him, and Harken turned to see a short, black-haired woman in similar clothing and equipment, but instead of the huge pack that was on his back she had a medikit, with a red cross patch on her arm. Silver eyes twinkling, she smiled mischeviously," Sergeant Harken, put it out. Your in a vehicle depot, for emperor's sake."

Harken rolled his eyes with a smile and tossed the cigarette on the ground, grinding it under his boot. "Fine, Missus Elaine. Whatever you say."

Elaine rolled her eyes," It's Missus MEDIC Elaine to you, Sergeant, and don't you forget it!" She poked him in the chest with every word, as if trying to force him to remember it."

He smiled gently," Fine, fine Miss Medic. Your not gonna save MY life anytime soon."

Glaring at him, Elaine replied," Au Contrair Harken, I am going out with the troops today on our...patrol. If any of those greenskins comes anywhere near you, your gonna be BEGGING for my help."

Harkin raised his eyebrows, and smiled again," I'll bet you my chocolate rations that I won't"

"Make it that and a kiss."

"You can have the kiss for free." Harken kissed her cheek gently, ignoring the whistles from his men. Looking up, he made a shooing motion, and said," Allright nurse, gotta scoot. The boys are coming."

Elaine pouted, stuck out her tounge and turned away. Harken watched her, then turned to his men," Allright boys, everyone loaded with blanks?"

"YES SIR!"

"Good. Allright men, load up your stuff, and let's move out. We are operating with Squad Psi today, so be on your good behavior boys!"

The men nodded and smirk. Harken knew that Epsilon and Psi had a close bond between them after the drop-actions at Bunker Complex 30, and he knew that they would work together fine. The leader of Squad Psi, Sergeant Rhion, was a good man with an even better knowledge of hit and run tactics then Master Scout Barro.

Once his men were ready, Harken barked," Allright men! MARCH!"

The men fell into step behind him, equiped similarly, and they quickly moved from the depot to the armoury, where Sgt. Rhion and Psi squad were finishing their preparations. Rhion looked from his shotgun and Harken saw a small smile through the man's unshaved, grizzled face. He probably would have been a handsome man if not for the long scar that ran down his right face. " Sgt Harken," Rhion said in a soft voice, his green eyes dark and powerful under their heavy lids. Offering his hand, harken took it.

"Nice to be working with you again," Harken said seriously, and then they both looked at the assembled men," Are you all ready?"

"Yeah," Rhion replied," We're loaded with blanks here. Oh, yes," turning to face Harken, he whispered," Did you hear? Rumor has it that Chaos forces have been spotted by Squad Sigma. THink it's true?"

Harken shrugged," I don't know. If there is chaos though, we gotta be careful."

"Aye. I've loaded my autopistols for it, just in case." Rhion stood up taller, then turned to the men," allright, sound out if you are ready!"

Then men sounded off from 15 to 1, and the same for Squad Epsilon.

"Allright then, let's move!" Harken turned and the men followed them, moving at double time. When they reached the gates, Harken and Rhion met with Major Lionel, who watched them under his peaked cap.

"Allright boys, you all loaded with blanks in your reals, and ammo in your pistols?" Lionel asked them.

"Aye, Major. We're the first out?"

"Squad Sigma has allready found the 13's spot, and they are relaying it to us now. Rondevou with them, and you will lead the first one."

"Sir!" Harken and Rhion saluted Lionel, who smiled, and waved them off, before speaking into the vox-caster," Epsilon and Psi are go."

Both Sergeants looked at each other and nodded before pulling their camo-cloaks over themselves and slinging their guns to their chests. The men followed suit, and then the two squads slipped into the dense forest.

As they moved, Harken watched the area with mild intrest. There was some ice on the ground, but the forest was still very beautiful with brilliant pine trees and low scrub. His feet were almost silent on the ground as they ran, their cloaks and camo rendering them ghosts among the trees.

[grandmaster st ufirs]

i like it does it continue i would like to read the rest.

[Colonel Marbi Chora]

Originally Posted by grandmaster st ufirs

i like it does it continue i would like to read the rest.

Ah, i'll get around to posting it as soon as I can!