Alright here's another chapter. If it isn't much trouble could anyone who reads this leave behind a bit of critique? A small "I like it" would be good enough.
Anyways, here's another chapter.Chapter 6: Hell on [insert planet here]
“KEEP MOVING!” Captain Kohl roared as he charged forward. Despite the wishes of his men, he kept trying to push them forward.
“Captain, we need to pull back!” Joel screamed, disobeying the commander. He knew how poorly the situation was, and risked insubordination for it.
It was a slaughter, a horrendous and hideous slaughter. Most of the regiment was pinned down, unable to move anywhere. The attack started off at what seemed like a complete success, but was now trapped by enemy fire. It was a turkey shoot; the four thousand remaining men of the Koronkan 1st and 2nd were being slowly picked off. Men kept dying as more and more bolter and las-fire impacted the ground.
Kohl went on despite the casualties. “YOU WILL KEEP MOVING TROOPER!” he ignored the screaming and moaning of his own men as he tried fruitlessly to keep the company afloat.
“amphetamine parrot!” Cantus screamed as a piece of bolter fire embedded itself into his shoulder.
“Regiments, fall back.” The order sounded over the vox caster. A general retreat just ordered, and the men were very happy to oblige. Artillery fire began to bombard the enemy position. Fragments from the fort flew into the air, covering the retreat. Smoke canisters also hit their mark, decreasing visibility for the defenders.
“KEEP MOVING!” screamed Kohl. “WE’RE NOT GIVING THOSE ETHERANS THE JOY OF SEEING US FAIL!”
“He’s gone mad!” Trooper Vance cried.
“FORWARD YOU COWARDS!” Kohl ushered forward, despite his men’s wishes. Thinking quickly he put a few las bolts through a couple random Troopers’ heads, getting their attention. “IF YOU DON’T GET MOVING I’LL EXECUTE EVERY LAST ONE OF…” He was never able to finish, a las bolt seared through his head.
Joel lowered his lasgun. “If anyone asks, the cultists got him.” He gasped. “It’s like the truth!” he added humorously. The rest of the men ignored the dead body of their former, and psycho, commander. Taking instead to follow their new sane, although recently usurping, one.
“Good riddance.” Cantus sighed as they began to file out.
“Casualty reports sir.” Colonel Jurmil of the Koronkan 1st addressed. He handed the report over to General Roukin, who didn’t seem to like it anymore then he did. One could visibly see his eyes twitching as he went over the list.
“Four hundred and seventy three dead and six hundred forty wounded.” The General sighed. “This is unacceptable; your men didn’t even make it past the second line of defense!” He looked over the report again; the Koronkan’s were able to easily make it past the first line. But their over zealousness led them straight into a trap.
Jurmil took of his cap and stared at his feet. “We’re gravely sorry for our failure.” He apologizes, upset over the loss of his men. “They were brave men sir, they tried their best.”
“I do not doubt their bravery,” Roukin sighed. “It’s their self control I doubt. They always rush into things…maybe I’ll just have the Navy level the entire thing.” The General brought up the attention of the ship’s captain.
“Sir, can you do that?” Jurmil questioned.
“It was the original plan, but the PDF, you, and Hans apparently had better ideas.” He snapped, hand on his sidearm; he impulsively wanted to shoot the colonel. Luckily for him, the Colonel of course, he decided against that course of action. “Should have used Han’s men, or at the very least throw the PDF at it till the gained some common sense.”
“Sir, if I may add, the tension between the Etheran and Koronkan regiments,” the Colonel paused. “Also seems to be thickening.”
“You are a newly founded regiment and have yet to earn your respect.” Roukin added sharply, “if you think the Etherans hate you, go speak with the Mordians.”
The Colonel paled slightly; the Mordians were the most anal retentive unit on board. Always needing their battle dresses pressed and clean, though a freaking battle zone too! It would be easily assumed the Mordians would dislike his regiment. His men were too lax; he made a mental note to crack down and maintain some discipline.
“General, I apologize.” Captain Herald of the Emperor’s Light was seen on the screen. “I was in a meeting, but I hear you want us to level Fort Lititz. Correct?” he had a goofy grin on, like a pyromaniac ready to set the world ablaze. Actually, screw the simile; he WAS a pyro ready to set the world ablaze.
“Correct.” Roukin replied.
“Good, good, request granted.” He smiled before disappearing.
“Good, now that that’s taken care of.” The General stood up. “I’m going to get something to eat, Colonel, care to join me?”
“Yes sir,” he replied groggily, putting his cap back on.
“Pretty colors…” Webber watched in awe as Fort Lititz burned and crumbled. It stood ablaze as what remained of it dissolved into ash. In the morning a couple of regiments would be sent in to mop up what’s left. Fortunately, they were not one of them.
“Is it just me or are we constantly getting shoved into the background?” Dominic asked.
“What do you mean?”
“We haven’t done anything all week but watch those poor bastards get slaughtered.” He replied. Dominic holstered his lasgun as he began to pack up camp. “We came here, killed a few cultists, and now we just sit on our ass occupying for a bit. Seems a little too easy don’t you think?”
“Remember Dominic, this is supposed to be easy.” Ronald rebutted, “Kind of have to ease the new regiments in.” He paid no mind to the fact that the Koronkans were continuously being massacred left and right.
“Hey, have any of you seen my meltas?” Sergei asked as he ran up to the group. He had this affiliation with melta bombs, having saved his life back on Medusa V. A little bit of overkill, but simply sticking one onto a Chaos Marine is a lot healthier then actually having to fight it. It was something the entire Regiment began to adopt, if they couldn’t get meltas they’d make due with improvised explosives.
“They’re on you’re back.” Dominic replied wryly.
Sergei threw him a dumbfounded look, as if his friends should have known better. “Of course they’re on my back, but I keep no less then four on me at all times if I can help it.” Okay, maybe he was a little obsessed with them.
“Sergei, you dropped this by the Valhallan camp.” Leo handed him the little bomb. “I swear, do you have to take them EVERYWHERE?” he shot a shocked look.
“Everywhere,” he smiled. Okay, maybe more then a little obsessed. “Where have you been my precious?” okay, maybe extremely obsessed. He glanced at the bemused look on the faces of his comrades. “Hey, at least they’re some good news for once!” he replied.
“What do you mean?” Ronald asked.
“Didn’t you hear?” Sergei looked confused. “We’re getting a Commissar.”
Oh amphetamine parrot. That thought ran through everyone’s minds.