The Deviant's Diary #1
Postat: sön 18 apr 2010, 19:46
OH-141-L13D Battle-log entry no 29:
// Communique begins//
I was assigned to Xon's squad to investigate the origin of the warp signal. It was stemming from an awful part of an awful planet, the ruin complex at Eustace tile 202-A . Right in the back yard of Captain Bice and his jungle fighters, the best fighting force deployed on this bombed out and depleted shithole. Thats what our source said anyway. My "employer" had prepared some suprises of his own. He had somehow acquired enough tanks to roll over a hive city and warpdeals with several heavily armed and blood thirsty cults. I could almost feel the glorious violence about to come boiling in my blood.
The initial phase were silent but two clicks south of the complex, we made contact with a hostile mechanized force. The foul stench of the False Emperor hung about them, betraying their positions. As we moved in closer we could see the personal banner of Bice waving atop a chimera. The order was given to break trough as fast as possible and to avoid pursuit. Xon's men and I silently whispered prayers to the Gods hoping the no pursuit was a joke. It wasn't. If the Befuddled somehow pulls of this miracle, maybe he can go outpunch the False Emperor, or even better, try to pay me enough for this shit.
// End of Communique //
// Communique begins//
I was assigned to Xon's squad to investigate the origin of the warp signal. It was stemming from an awful part of an awful planet, the ruin complex at Eustace tile 202-A . Right in the back yard of Captain Bice and his jungle fighters, the best fighting force deployed on this bombed out and depleted shithole. Thats what our source said anyway. My "employer" had prepared some suprises of his own. He had somehow acquired enough tanks to roll over a hive city and warpdeals with several heavily armed and blood thirsty cults. I could almost feel the glorious violence about to come boiling in my blood.
The initial phase were silent but two clicks south of the complex, we made contact with a hostile mechanized force. The foul stench of the False Emperor hung about them, betraying their positions. As we moved in closer we could see the personal banner of Bice waving atop a chimera. The order was given to break trough as fast as possible and to avoid pursuit. Xon's men and I silently whispered prayers to the Gods hoping the no pursuit was a joke. It wasn't. If the Befuddled somehow pulls of this miracle, maybe he can go outpunch the False Emperor, or even better, try to pay me enough for this shit.
// End of Communique //