Post by hawk1 on May 28, 2005 15:18:39 GMT -5
First of all let me tell you this is a story set in the Warhammer 40K Universe. It's a game played using tabletop models. Ask me if you have any questions as we go along.
Commissar Holt stood on the low rise and stared across the dessicated landscape of Northeastern Volistead. To the west a mighty explosion errupted in the darkness as Imperial Titans and a Regiment of the Mordian Iron Gaurd drew off the Ork's Gargants and Heavy Support Weaponary. Without their sacrifice Commissar Holt's Talarn regiment would not have been able to infiltrate this far.
Three years of fighting on Volistead, of non-stop warfare against the Orc Warboss Skroll. 35,000 Gaurdsmen and a company of Ultramarines who were now on their way back to Ultramar had fought across its surface and that was not including the casualty replacements that had been sent in waves after blowing and burning the Orks out of every bolt hole they had hid themselves in.
None of thisment anything to Holt and his Talarn as they listened to the intense diversionary fighting in the west. Holt gripped his hands tighter behind his back as the cold pre-dawn wind whipped sand across his face.
Some sort of internal clock chimed and Holt's head snapped to the right. "Toma!" He barked into the windswept desert. The sound dissapeared quickly but still an alert young man also dressed in the garb of the Commissariat raced up the low ridge, laspistol holstered at his side and chainsword in hand. The young Cadet Commissar stepped up to Holt's right side and came rigidly to attention.
Holt's face cracked into a small smile at the young Commissar's enthusiam as he turned back to face the massive Space Hulk which was dominating the slowly brightening skyline. "Toma," Holt began, talking slowly while the wind calmed down as though to match his pace. "How long have you served with me?"
"Three years, all on Volistead sir." Replied Cadet Commissar Toma Ravensburg losening up and glancing over at Holt surprised by this turn of conversation.
"In these three years you have lead men into battle, participated in an offical courts-martial, and found a Gaurd Captian wanting..." Holt trailed off as the first beams of sunlight streamed over Warboss Skroll's battered Space Hulk. The light rays illuminated the Commissar's on the hill warming them and forcing young Toma to shield his eyes, Holt simply blinked once before continuing. 'I have one more test for you Toma, before I can make you a full Commissar."
Toma's body was literaly viberating with excitment, finaly after three years Toma was going to get his chance. "Commissar Holt, I am ready for your challange."
Commissar Holt turned to look Toma in the eye before continuing. "Courage, Cadet Commissar, courage...pure nerve, in this eternal galaxy of war and bloodshed the Imperial Gaurd will be called upon to fight far worse than these bestial Orcs. A Commissar must be the bravest of the brave, the first into battle, and the very last to retreat. When others around you are found wanting, you must remain dedicated and strong. That is how a Commissar fulfils his pledge to our Imortal Emperor."
By the time Commissar Holt was finished the sun had risen up over the Space Hulk illuminating the entire sandy battlefield. "What do you want me to do Commissar Holt?" Holt looked up suddenly as two squadrens of Marauder Bombers zoomed overhead streaking towards the Space Hulk. Before the first bomb had fallen Holt looked back at Toma still in complete control of his emotions.
"Bring me the head of Warboss Skroll!"
Commissar Holt stood on the low rise and stared across the dessicated landscape of Northeastern Volistead. To the west a mighty explosion errupted in the darkness as Imperial Titans and a Regiment of the Mordian Iron Gaurd drew off the Ork's Gargants and Heavy Support Weaponary. Without their sacrifice Commissar Holt's Talarn regiment would not have been able to infiltrate this far.
Three years of fighting on Volistead, of non-stop warfare against the Orc Warboss Skroll. 35,000 Gaurdsmen and a company of Ultramarines who were now on their way back to Ultramar had fought across its surface and that was not including the casualty replacements that had been sent in waves after blowing and burning the Orks out of every bolt hole they had hid themselves in.
None of thisment anything to Holt and his Talarn as they listened to the intense diversionary fighting in the west. Holt gripped his hands tighter behind his back as the cold pre-dawn wind whipped sand across his face.
Some sort of internal clock chimed and Holt's head snapped to the right. "Toma!" He barked into the windswept desert. The sound dissapeared quickly but still an alert young man also dressed in the garb of the Commissariat raced up the low ridge, laspistol holstered at his side and chainsword in hand. The young Cadet Commissar stepped up to Holt's right side and came rigidly to attention.
Holt's face cracked into a small smile at the young Commissar's enthusiam as he turned back to face the massive Space Hulk which was dominating the slowly brightening skyline. "Toma," Holt began, talking slowly while the wind calmed down as though to match his pace. "How long have you served with me?"
"Three years, all on Volistead sir." Replied Cadet Commissar Toma Ravensburg losening up and glancing over at Holt surprised by this turn of conversation.
"In these three years you have lead men into battle, participated in an offical courts-martial, and found a Gaurd Captian wanting..." Holt trailed off as the first beams of sunlight streamed over Warboss Skroll's battered Space Hulk. The light rays illuminated the Commissar's on the hill warming them and forcing young Toma to shield his eyes, Holt simply blinked once before continuing. 'I have one more test for you Toma, before I can make you a full Commissar."
Toma's body was literaly viberating with excitment, finaly after three years Toma was going to get his chance. "Commissar Holt, I am ready for your challange."
Commissar Holt turned to look Toma in the eye before continuing. "Courage, Cadet Commissar, courage...pure nerve, in this eternal galaxy of war and bloodshed the Imperial Gaurd will be called upon to fight far worse than these bestial Orcs. A Commissar must be the bravest of the brave, the first into battle, and the very last to retreat. When others around you are found wanting, you must remain dedicated and strong. That is how a Commissar fulfils his pledge to our Imortal Emperor."
By the time Commissar Holt was finished the sun had risen up over the Space Hulk illuminating the entire sandy battlefield. "What do you want me to do Commissar Holt?" Holt looked up suddenly as two squadrens of Marauder Bombers zoomed overhead streaking towards the Space Hulk. Before the first bomb had fallen Holt looked back at Toma still in complete control of his emotions.
"Bring me the head of Warboss Skroll!"