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PostPosted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 4:13 pm 
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Hey guys, I've been writing up a fan fiction for a little bit now and would like to see how it's going. So I'd like everyone's input on how well/bad the story is right now and what I can do to improve. Hope you like it :D

Introduction

The war that plagues the galaxy and breaches the peace of the Imperium of Man extends throughout its farthest reaches stretching the armies of man thin throughout. In one of the farthest reaches there is an aqueous world known as Merra V, where its human inhabitants have forgone many a battle against millions of xenos, and has triumphed against every threat. Its armies consisting of millions of loyal guardsmen and thousands of machines, it has survived with almost no support due to its far distance from any significant Imperium Sector. Its survival is in part due to the amazing faith and devotion of all its human inhabitants, leaving out the possibility of a major chaos uprising. However, recently there has been concern for the safety of Merra V and Segmentum Command has dispatched a company of Space Marines to ensure the Sector is still in the hand of the Imperium…
Chapter 1

There is a slight breeze that rustles the lush grasslands of a large outstretched field. Littered with rolling hills and occasional trees, the night time stars shine brightly through this calm and peaceful paradise-like environment. There is a crunch of grass underfoot, and a silhouette of a cloaked man slowly walking over one of the rolling hills. The shadow stands there for a while, and then gazes up at the stars. Looking up the man can see the two moons of Merra V, one golden and the other maroon, side by side as if they were posing for a photo. The man refocuses down as he hears a large sound of grass being trampled and out comes a large hulkish figure. The man seems to just vanish into thin air as the hulk gets closer and closer. Behind the hulk are two more similar creatures, each armed with a giant cleaver. The one leading them stops were the man once stood and looks about, the other two fall in behind him. There is chatter between the creatures, not understandable and illuminated with furry.

The three slowly walk forward, and only on their second step did they hear a clicking noise. That is the last thing they heard before a landmine blew the three into a bloody mess with limbs dismembered and flying in all directions. Suddenly the man that had disappeared before comes back into view, only a few meters in front of the carnage. His face now visible, his face is like an oval with a jutted out square chin covered by a goatee that is as black as the night, his head completely shaven. The man puts his hand up to his head that hosts a large earpiece with an extended microphone. “Vox Channel Oh-One-Six. Sergeant Ruben reporting, Ork Patrol engaged me, dispatched of the entire group.” There was a short moment of static on the vox then a reply of “Understood, return to camp and wait further orders.” The man walked over to a solemn tree and picked up his Lasgun, slung onto his back, and picked up the rest of his kit. The Ork patrol had caused him some troubles, originally numbering ten, but Aurelius Ruben was smarter and quicker than them and had tricked them into fighting each other long enough for him to retrieve the landmine he used to destroy the remaining Orks. It was a waste in the end though, they wound up killing each other too well. His years of service and survival of hundreds of battles, possibly thousands, has taught him he can never be too sure though.

After trekking through the fields, Sergeant Ruben walked into a large mass of metal and fabric tents and barracks. There were faint lights and cries of soldiers who lost their bets in a game of cards mixed with hardy laughs. The general lax and free spirited mood at camp is due to the way Captain Tiberius Placidus governs his men. Effective enough, under Placidus’ command there have been few casualties and the men are rarely rowdy when they must undergo difficult and traitorous missions. Ruben walked to a metal barracks with the door ajar, and tapped on it as he entered. Inside was Captain Placidus, Gunnery Sergeant Octavius Hartmut, and Lieutenant Adalia Baptista. Captain Placidus has a robotic left arm, but his sleeve is always drawn over it since he always wants to appear as one of the men and his face is square, ridged and fuzzy from lack of shaving with a buzz cut leaving a faint hint of his normally rich brown hair on his scalp. Octavius has a rounded face and looks very smooth, with his lean eyes and deep gray hair giving off an experienced yet youthful man appearance and according to the ladies, it’s very suave. Adalia’s face looks baby soft and is rounded out perfectly, with her small and charming eyes that match her short and similarly soft looking light brown hair. Every officer in that room, including Ruben, was clad in carapace armour painted blue with teal fatigues as Merra V’s standard uniform allows, but only Ruben wore his weapons. They formed a triangle around a circular table, where they laid their helmets, with a holographic-map of the outlining fields Ruben had just returned from. Each saluted to acknowledge Ruben’s presence, not so much to honor him.

The Sergeant walked over to the circular table, and Adalia and Octavius stepped aside to let him in. “Now that we’re all here we can get down to business” said the Captain in a demanding yet friendly tone. Stretching out his arm he touched the hologrpah with his fingers and circled out an area that looked littered with large makeshift buildings. “The Orks have set up camp here, it is well fortified, for an Ork encampment” each of the officers grinned and looked at one another at that remark “but they lack vehicle and anti-vehicle firepower.” “And we’re going to attack that place?” said Octavius in a disappointed tone. “Cheer up big guy, there’s always a catch” said Adalia with a sly grin and hint of excitement in her voice. Then Tiberius put each of his finger’s down onto the map and pushed it away from him, revealing a large number of circles and triangles. “Satellites in orbit have developed this image of what looks to be a large and powerful Ork reinforcement column.” “We have satellite coverage? Why did we have to scout out that region then?” remarked Octavius, sounding as if he was hurt. “Satellites can’t scan the Ork’s encampment, which leads us to believe that there is a mek boy in their ranks producing an electronic barrier keeping our peering eyes out.”

All the officers shifted a little at the mention of that. Merra V has had problems with Ork Waaaghs before, but never had they enough technology to block Imperial technology. Ruben said disconcertingly “I did notice something odd about the Ork encampment sir.” “And?” “There were no Orks in the camp, at least that I could see. It’s possible they were all asleep indoors” Tiberius raised his hand to his chin and stroked it, pondering what his sergeant had just told him. Thinking over all the possibilities of why the Orks weren’t present the Captain couldn’t find one that made sense. Orks almost never slept inside their buildings, they used them merely for holding their gear and celebrations. If they were doing a night attack it would’ve happened by now, and if they were moving they would be able to track them easily. The Captain turned and walked over to a square brown desk that held a power sword, laspistol, and lasgun on it. The Captain holstered his laspistol, swung his lasgun onto his back, and sheathed his power sword at his side. “Adlia round up your squad, Ruben, Hartmurt your in charge while I’m gone.” “What do we tell Commissar Valdimárr?” said Octavius. The Captain replied smartly “I’m going on a stroll in the fields.”

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Chapter 2

Adlia laid prone on crisp grass under the star light night with her four trusted companions, Florentinus Leon who is an expert medic, Thomas Yair who is a deadshot with his lasgun, Simon Ioses who is normally the banner carrier but on this mission there is no need for the banner, and Raphael Drustan who wields a plasma gun with pride. Everyone had a helmet on, showing on a slim vision of their face. These five lay in the grass un-moving, unflinching, mere shadows, waiting for their Captain to appear. “It’s been to long” whispered harshly by Thomas. Adlia turns to look at Thomas and puts a finger to her lips and makes a shushing sound, then refocuses on the empty grasslands. Finally a shadowy figure appears and Captain Tiberius approaches the group of five with his own honor guard of four karskin troopers, each armed similarly to the Captain. Since their sector is so far from any major Imperium world specialty weapons like hellguns or hotshot lasguns are hard to come by and are rationed as ‘desperate measure’ equipment. Ironicly, since there it is often thought there will be thousands of casualties, the Captain has been able to arm his army of five thousand strong with carapace armour, fashioned by the extra flak armor kits. Similarly there is a surplus of melee weapons since few are lost or damaged beyond repair. If the fleet were to ever stop by they might return some of the surplus, for now they’ll put it to use.

The Captain’s honor guard each wore the standard Karskin full helmet and armour, but had angelic wings attached to the sides of the helmet. Adlia and her team get up and walk over to the Captain. “What did you see Captain?” asked Adlia. The Captain reaches to his back and pulls forth an Ork skull, held by the stringy yet tough hair on its thick leathery flesh. “Killed before we got there” remarked the Captain as he handed the skull to his guard David Talmai, who then dropped it and punted it off into the distance. The group of ten silently lumbered over to the Ork encampment, not making a sound in the gentle night time breeze that swept back and forth around them. When they arrived they peered inside the Ork’s poorly constructed buildings. Inside was a scene that could make a lesser man lose his guts. The walls were painted with Ork blood, intestines splattered against the walls or littered across the floor were they floated in pools of thick green blood. Teeth, limbs, torn flesh and battered metal all lay in this grizzly scene of death and slaughter. There were a few exhausted bullet rounds, though impossible to tell their origins let alone their type, they could be Ork rounds for all they knew.

Leon got straight to work analyzing the corpses, even before Adlia had to issue the command. The Captain and his guard walked in and looked about with curiosity even though they had already been in the building. “I guess this Waagh wasn’t as well formed as we first thought” remarked Simon who was astounded by the scene. Domitianus Raphael, another one of the Captain’s guards, replied “Can’t have been an Ork scrap, look at the walls.” Simon looked puzzled and disgusted, replying “I see them and all the blood, what about them?” “They’re intact” noted Raphael pointing around the room. Ork gun fire is known as one of the most inaccurate and sloppy gun fire in the galaxy, but if it wasn’t Ork’s then who was it? This unsaid question stung at everyone in that room, thoughts lingering like the whispers of a daemon. Leon stood with one swift straighten of the legs and a look of confusion and rage on his face. Tiberius looked over to him noticing Leon’s sudden movements from his work, the others merely continued to ponder and observe the room.

Tiberius walked over to Leon, with his boots splattering and making a squishing noise. Leon heard the noise so he wasn’t surprised when the Captain said “What’d you find?” Leon, who was curiously rummaging through nearby weapons, silently pushed up an Ork’s forearm that covered the abdomen of another, revealing a gaping hole inside the Ork’s abdomen. “Had to be an energy weapon, nothing else could leave marks like this. See the burns?” Leon says as he points out several parts of cooked Ork edging the hole in its chest. While it is now known it was most likely not an Ork civil war, though an Ork with an energy weapon could’ve decided he’d test it out, energy weapons are never a good sign. If it was the Tau, they surely would’ve come in great force, and while Captain Placidus and other senior officers of the Imperial Guard on Merra V could indeed fight them, they would be left weak and vulnerable for many a decade. Eldar would most likely be worse, turning faithful guardsmen on each other and stirring inner chaos. Chaos. If the forces of Chaos were trying to invade once more, they surely would have energy weapons, but why waste the charges on Orks? Is it possible there is another regiment of guardsmen in the area or possibly renegades ran-sacking Ork camps?

As he pondered all these questions a faint and far off sound of war drums began flooding the silent room. The Ork reinforcement column was here.

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Chapter 3

Under the star lit sky, the Captain took his honor guard and positioned themselves inside metal huts that would be two blocks away from the building were they found the carnage, near the encampment’s rear entrance. Adlia took her team into a building right across from the Captain’s. Both had similar scenes of death as the building they all previously entered. Thomas peered out the side of an opening in the wall used as a window, using his keen eyesight to watch the entrance. Domitianus similarly peered out, but out of the doorway since their hut had a lack of windows. The war drums of the Ork column grew louder and louder, pounding on everyone’s ears like the sound of a heavy bolter firing at full capacity. Tiberius used his private vox caster to transmit a call to his Sergeants and Commissar back at their base requesting immediate Valkyrie pickup. Tiberius could only pray one of them hear the order.

The drums rang out throughout the settlement now, the front park of the Ork column clearly visible. The ten guardsmen knew they would be detected if they were in the gatehouse, their stench would give them away, but the remote demolition charges slathered in mud and ork blood at the very base of the gatehouse would go undetected. All they needed was the Killa Kans to be in the front of the column to suffer the brunt of the demo charges and be unable to clear a path for the rest of the Orks. If the Killa Kans weren’t in the front they would have to resort to a most desperate measure of exploding the gatehouse and attempting to climb over the wall and flank the confused Ork column were they would be harder to get detected, but not impossible. The ten humans sat and waited, the Orks slowly shifting through the encampment, the stench of Ork blood not thick enough to raise suspicion, yet. There were four rows of five orks each inside, the first Killa Kan appeared.

Almost as if on cue, a booming cracking noise and large explosion erupted and decimated the Killa Kan turning it to nothing more than scrap bits. The demolition charges were still in place. Someone, or something, fired on and destroyed the Killa Kans, but what? No one saw the point of origin of the shot or what type it was, they were too focused on the twenty, now enraged and confused, Orks infront of them. Not hesitating another second, David squeezed the remote charge’s button, bringing down the gatehouse and crushing a couple more Killa Kans that had attempted to charge into the encampment and see what was happening. As the gatehouse crumbled the ten humans sprung from hiding and unleashed a lethal barrage of laser fire onto the twenty Orks that had been leading the column.

The crackle and combustion of the human rifles filling the air with noise, their exhaust leaving a faint smell of what could identified by a civilian as burner gas. Each shot struck the Orks, burning them and ripping flesh off their bones. After all of ten seconds the small area in front of the gatehouse was silent once more, but behind the rumble of the gates could be heard over a thousand angry Orks crying out their bloodlust, tearing at the rubble and firing rapidly into the air. The sound of a Killa Kan saw could be heard working through the rubble. Tiberius ordered everyone to create a blockade in the ‘street’ and stand their ground until evacuation Valkyries arrived, if it arrives. As the mechanical saw of the Killa Kan broke through the rubble, yet another booming crack was heard, and the ten humans set up in the middle of the street saw a bright whitish blue beam strike the rubble and melt away the saw. The humans turned to see a Space Marine, clad in his power armour, standing on the top the building the ten guardsmen had first entered. Behind him, ten scouts stood snipers armed and ready.

The awe and fear inspiring picture lasted only for a second, for after that second the rubble exploded as another Killa Kan destroyed the Killa Kan that was stuck in the rubble, sending chunks of metal flying in all directions. As the pieces flew into the air, the snipers all in unison raised their rifles, firing into the column of Orks sending heads and limbs flying through the air. The Space Marine holding the Lascannon shed his massive weapon, and pulled out a bolter, then jumped of the roof landing on the ground, running without a hitch. The marine ran over to the guardsmen’s position and together the eleven of them unleashed an unrelenting flurry of bullets and las into the Ork horde that surged through the destructed and mangled gatehouse, often having to climb up chunks of metal to continue onward. The snipers continued their precise aim, taking out Nobs or well-armed Orks to keep the Orks from having any real chance.

Tiberius fired with sniper like accuracy, and said to the marine while firing “You could’ve introduced yourselves sooner, or at least told us you were here and decided to wipe out our targets.” The marine, not even looking towards the Captain but just continuously firing replied coldly “we had nothing to deal with the destruction of Orks here” he took a pause to slam a new clip into his rifle “We were investigating when you and your men appeared. Unsure of your intents we hid ourselves.” The captain started to say “Then who-“when another large crackling noise and beam of light streaked across the battle, wiping out a group of ten Orks at least. Glancing back, the snipers were still doing their duty, as if they hadn’t even noticed the shot so it wasn’t them.

Then there was a loud, thundering, footstep and a shadow overtook the Captain and marine who stood side by side. Both turned to see a hulking Ork armoured in full metal carapace-like armour and wielded what looked like a stationary lascannon altered to be a rifle. It steamed at its large barrel, and the brutish Ork wielding it pulled a grin onto his large rectangular, distorted face, and his biotic eye gleamed a bright red.

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Nice! :D
This is great!
I'd say the story is going quite good so far, maybe add a little more detail into the action
parts. Appart from that, its very good so far. Can't wait for more :D

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Thank you :D I'll keep that in mind for future battle scenes.

Chapter 4

“Prepare to die xeno!” shouted the marine with vigor as he raised his fist to punch the Ork. The Captain held his hand up to halt the marine’s motion while saying “He obviously means no harm, the xenos in front of us do. Let us prioritize here.” And with that the Captain swung around and continued firing on the oncoming Ork horde. This interesting new Ork ally also joined the fray with a hardy laugh and opened fire on the swarming Orks with his make-shift Lasgun, slapping the marine on the back as the Ork fell in line. The marine grunted as he raised his bolter and unleashed its holy bullets into the Orks surging towards them. The attack continued, relentless as Orks are, when suddenly a hail of missiles rained down on the assailants, and a Valkyrie screamed overhead as its engines lowered the craft to pick up the Imperial Guard, and two more made a screeching call as they past making a bombing run. There was a mess of Ork limbs flying through the air, leaving the ground soaked in blood. Tiberius recalled the Valkyries to pick up the marine and his scouts, as well as their new found ally. The pick up what not have been as easy as it was if it wasn’t for the fact that a Wartrukk charged in but was destroyed by this new Ork ally, blocking the already clogging passageway the Orks were stumbling through.

It is not rare, but also not common, that a defeated or humiliated warboss of the Orks will turn to the Imperial Guard of Merra V for help in regaining his position among the tribes of Orks. The guard complies because it knows that the Orks will undoubtedly engage in a civil war and tear each other apart, leaving things pretty quiet for the humans of Merra V, for awhile at least. There has been no recent news of a Ork civil dispute, but it isn’t impossible to have happened on another continent of Merra V. This is one of Merra V’s greatest advantages, since the planet is largely composed of water, 95% to be exact, the humans of Merra V are able to create their massive spire cities and maintain agriculture with relative ease. This topic of Orks was discussed between the Captain and the Space Marine, and it took a lot of convincing that it was best to not kill the Ork standing right next to them in the passenger section of the Valkyrie. Now that they were out of the dark and in the light of the Valkyrie’s passenger compartments, the Captain could see the colors of the Space Marine. He was one of the Ultramarines.

The Captain figured as much, Ultramarines seem to pop up everywhere. Regardless, a Space Marine means that something is wrong back at Segmentum Command and the marines are here to investigate. The Captain prayed it wasn’t because of low casualty reports again, last time he nearly lost an entire regiment; the same regiment that had just routed and pushed back Tau forces forty minutes after their main force arrived. The reason behind their desired execution was a “suspicious amount of strength and bloodlust often seen in the hordes of Chaos”, the Captain rebuked at the time with “At times of great peril a man will turn and run, or turn to the Emperor and be given strength. My men turned to the Emperor.” Seemed to have worked, but the Captain thinks there may still have some resentment towards him. Make that a lot.

That was not the Space Marines duty this day though. As the marine explained “Segmentum Command hasn’t received any reports from this sector of the galaxy for thirty days. They wanted to ensure that xenos did not over run this sector and if they did, the munitions were to be taken and returned back to the Emperor.” The Captain laughed at that. Of course Segmentum Command would want their munitions back, they probably know that there is a large surplus of weapons here, though would it really be worth the life of Space Marines to retrieve a few thousand lasguns and flak armour kits?

Who was Tiberius to question Segmentum Command though? If Segementum wanted the extra guns they could have them, like the Captain said, until a fleet actually comes by to pick up the surplus they’ll put the weapons to use, after all Merra V couldn’t deliver them without the fleet. Being so far out, the planet itself has extreme amounts of safety on the ground considering its distance, but the space around it is infected with pirates, Orks, raiders, and other assorted fiends of space. Ships carrying the munitions don’t even land on the planet, they either eject it into the one massive ocean of Merra V or on one of its two moons. Both of which are difficult retrieval efforts, but the guard has managed to get most of them without mishap. Still, it’s good to know that something is blocking communication with Segmentum Command, and even better that marines are here to help clear up whatever is blocking communications.

However getting the marines to help would mean that they would either learn to work with the Ork, kill the Ork which is more likely, or turn on the Imperial Guard. Each of these presented a difficulty, if it came down to it; he wasn’t going to fight the marines over the Ork. The only thing that worried him there was the challenge of actually killing this particular Ork.

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ooohhh, the plot thickens...:P
Best character so far has to be the ork, his lasgun sounds interesting.
now go write more! :D

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Realy nice dude. Hope more will come.

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Thanks for the feedback guys :D
These will probably start slowing down a bit though, ironically the end of the year is turning out to be very busy for me. Hope you enjoy this next chapter~

Chapter 5

Dawn broke out as the human war band exited the aircrafts and went their separate ways in the camp. The marine, and his scouts even more so, were edgy around the Ork, and mistrusting of the Captain. After returning to camp and having Planetary Command speak to them, they got everything situated and lowered the tensions, if only a little. “I must commend your soldiers Captain, they are indeed great warriors of the Emperor” the marine said after the chatter with Command. “I still do not trust this xeno you’ve let into camp.” Tiberius sighed and said “You don’t have to trust him; you just need to not shoot him. If we can get the Orks fighting again it would be all the better for us.” As Tiberius said that, the Ork barreled in, David flung in the air and landing in front of Tiberus and the marine obviously having tried to stop the Ork, and the Ork said “Oi, how much long’r did ya fink of hav’n me wait?” The marine raised his fist in a threating manner but the Captain lowered it, a daring move on his part considering the marine could turn the fist on him, and said “We were just about to welcome you in Zuli’Zon.” The Ork let out a hardy laugh and strolled over to Tiberius, the marine, and David who staggered back to his feet.

Tiberius introduced himself to the Ork saying in crude orkish “I’m warboss Tiberius, my boys are wonder’n what you’z do’n here.” Zuli’Zon let out a loud and booming laugh, slapped his knee and said “Oi mate, I fink I iz better at speak’n your language than you iz speak’n mine!” Tiberius laughed as well saying “Not much better though!” which made the Ork laugh even harder. The marine seemed disgusted and very disturbed at the sight, but also made no more threats and instead introduced himself with “I am Gunnery Sergeant Cornelius of the Ultra Marines.” The Ork, settling his laughter down, turned to him and extended his hand saying “You’z look like you’z a good fighta, good ta know ya!” The Space Marine turned his head to the Captain, as if saying ‘do I have to?’ and the Captain motioned him on, so Cornelius extended his hand and shook it with Zuli’Zon, with a great amount of force. “Now dat dere’s a handshack! I bet you’z stronga den Warboss BludFace! Dat’s good, cuz ol’ BludFace kicked me outta me own WAAAGH he did! Killed his boy’s fer revenge back dere.”

That answered that, though it was pretty obvious once Zuli’Zon appeared. The interesting thing is that most of the Orks weren’t blasted by Zuli’Zon’s Lasgun, probably because they thought he was weak and tried to hand to hand fight him. The Captain knew Zuli’Zon pretty well, he’s the only Warboss that continuously comes to the Imperium for help and has yet to actually engage Imperial forces. If it wasn’t heretical to do, they probably would just formally accept Zuli’Zon into our fold and adorn him some commanding position since he’d knew our opponent’s tactics better than any man. However, that can’t be done, so we have an informal agreement with him that basicly says he can come to us whenever for weapons and men, just so long as he at least tries to rebuild a Waaagh. He has a band of his most trusted companions, probably looting the Ork encampment they just returned from, but other than that command thinks Zuli’Zon honestly doesn’t try to rebuild. Just as well though, it lets us keep the Orks fighting each other and keeps civilians safe from Ork raiders. It’s actually so safe, and so well known that Zuli’Zon is an informal imperial ally, that a farmer could spot a Ork roaming about his fields and not have to worry. That is just a dramatization of the feeling though, obviously a farmer can’t let an Ork roam through his fields, there’d be no crops left by the time the Ork finished roaming.

Tiberius noticed that Zuli’Zon had altered his lasgun since they last met. The look was that of any Ork weapon, ramshackle and about to fall apart even though they are sturdy and durable weapons. His lasgun was an altered lascannon, modified by his mek boy Iron Bak, probably the craftiest Ork in the entire galaxy. The weapon looked like a thrown together lasgun but instead of a coil going from from the ammunition port like it did before, there was now a slim lascannon casing wedged there. This was probably done at Zuli’Zon’s request considering the coil was very exposed before and was practically begging to be shot and explode. Tiberius remembers the last time Zuli’Zon came to them for assistance, it was right after some warboss by the name of BludFace had literally thrown Zuli’Zon out of their camp. After coming to Tiberius, Zuli’Zon had led a combined force of guardsmen and his loyal Ork boys with Tiberius and made quiet the impression on BludFace. Of course BludFace didn’t want to surrender his power, so he had his best Nob fight a warrior of Zuli’Zon’s choosing. Zuli’Zon chose Tiberius, and after the Nob was done laughing Tiberius ripped of the thick skull of the overconfident Ork. The two then walked out of camp together, Tiberius leading his men back home and Zuli’Zon punting BludFace off into the distance. They never asked why Tiberius had a large metal fist at the time.

Tiberius folded his armed and said “I take it you’re wanting us to help you get back in your state of power, right?” Much to the Captain’s surprise, Zuli’Zon’s face turned from the grizzled smile to a forewarning frown. Zuli’Zon shock his hefty head a couple of times before saying “Old BludFace will gets what’s com’n to him, but if I f’ought you might get it to if I didn’t do nofin and I couldn’t let y’all die on me when ya give me such good such fights.” Tiberius and David exchanged glances, and before they could say something Cornelius bellowed commandingly “What do you speak of xeno? What’s coming?” Zuli’Zon scratched his head saying “Tryni…Tyad…Tran…dem buggers whateva ya call em!” David said in a confused tone “Tyranids?” Zuli’Zon replied excitedly “Dem! Dem! Good ol’ Iron Bak said he saw some of dem space boys of yourz explod’n the Tarne…nids and dat a chunk of de ‘Ive Fleet diny was head’n dis way!” Tiberius was troubled by this news. A remnant of a Hive fleet heading towards Merra V. If they were lucky they’d land in the ocean and drown, but Tyranids are too stubborn for that, they’d adapt, alert their Hive Fleet, and come in force. Landing on solid ground wouldn’t be much better, dozens of villages could be overrun before they could track down the source of the infestation not to mention trying to exterminate every last one. Tiberius had to know for sure though.

Tiberius walked over to a vox-caster and picked up the headset, and began to dial command. Tiberius looked over his shoulder and said “Zuli’Zon get your boys, bring Iron Bak to me I’ll need to talk with him. Everyone else, leave.”

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oohhhhh, tyranids :P
great so far, very descriptive :)

now hurry up and write more! :twisted:

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Men realy good :o i wanna read more of it :D.

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thats great! :D lovin the storyline so far - plz write moar!

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Chapter 6

Commissar Valdimárr stood looking at a blue tinted holographic sphere of Merra V and her two moons also blue tinted. Valdimárr was next to a small, barely five foot, Ork and Captain Placidus all looking at the holograph with a large illuminated red spot radiating with a ripple effect of circles. Valdimárr commented “Well Captain at least a small chunk of the damned xenos will land in the ocean.” Tiberius, with his sleeve rolled up showing his robotic arm stroked his chin inquisitively seeing that the red spot did indeed ripple into the ocean. Tiberius had used the arm as leverage to get all the information out of the Ork, who has a mechanical spine since his original spine was blasted out of him. Tiberius knew that if he could somehow relate to the Ork he’d strike a chord that would encourage more cooperation. A trick he’s pulled on a few of Zuli’Zon’s mek boys. Zuli’Zon seems to be an outcast of the Orks since he always forms WAAAGHs out of the outcasts and strays. It’s not always the right decision, hardly is actually, but he gets a few good ones like Iron Bak here. Iron Bak said “told ya dem nids are com’n. We’z got to get ready.” Tiberius commented “Indeed but as you said this is near BludFace’s main camp. Could we not trick BludFace into charging the Tryanids?”

Iron Bak stretched his back, something he normally does before he gives long winded speeches, then said “Well we could try but the fing is ol’ BludFace is one o’ dem relentless types and I fink he won’t let us fall back far ‘nough to get him to fight de nids so the nids will wind up eat’n us up on one end while BludFace smashes us in on the other but see here I fink if we hit the nids right as they land and ensure the ones in da ocean drown the nids will run inland towards BludFace because they’ll be wounded and disoriented anyway even if dey got one of dem Tyrants cuz the Tyrant will be wounded too and dat ‘ive mind o’ der’s will be jumbled up so I fink dat’s our best chance.”

Iron Bak then inhaled after his speech and stretched his back again. Iron Bak has a good understanding of the human language and speaks it well for an Ork, but he has the problem of not being able to use the right words if he stops mid-way in a speech of his so he talks in incredible run-ons. Iron Bak’s face also seems rather human like, though it resembles a rectangle with a large chin mostly, but his skin and teeth all are smooth and clean. Iron Bak is probably the biggest flair of human cooperation with Orks on Merra V though, because Iron Bak wears standard Flak armor of a guardsman, and wears a fine linen tunic and pants that apparently a human family made him for saving their crops from other Orks. Tiberius doesn’t know if this is true, but that’s how Iron Bak tells it and he isn’t much for lying because he considers it a waste of precious thoughts, though this has gotten him in trouble for saying a not so pleasant choice of words to a commanding officer. Tiberius forgave him in time though.

The Commissar and Captain nodded their heads in agreement to Iron Bak’s plan. Tiberius considered how they would completely surround the Tyranids upon their landing. A couple of battleships and destroyers could provide a good anti-air aspect that would allow them to destroy some of the Tyranids before they landed or splashed into the water. They would have to have submarines to finish off whatever went into the ocean but they probably wouldn’t need too many, just enough so that they have enough firepower to destroy a good few hundred. On the ground they would have to have hidden trenches lining the beach, for if they were to get Warboss BludFace to fight they Tyranids they had to have the Tyranids push inland enough. Guardsmen and Zuli’Zon’s Orks would have to pop out when they are behind the Tyranids and make their push then, giving the Tyranids a reason to run inland other than the fact that giant ships will be bombarding them from the ocean.

All of this is a long shot, Tyranids are fierce creatures and fearless to boot meaning trying to scare them inland in of itself will be near impossible. BludFace and his Orks also wouldn’t stop at the Tyranids, and if we do get the two fighting there is a heavy chance we’ll just piss BludFace off and immediately have to deal with his WAUGH. But as the ancient saying goes, “nothing ventured, nothing gained.”

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omg cool story :D can't wait for the figths with the nids

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Sorry for no updates everyone, been really busy. I should be able to finish the next chapter either today or tomorrow.
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It's ok, as long as you write more :D
the last part is very good, for a quiet scene :P

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