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Re: Imperial Guard Group Story

Postby Commander Shadow » Mon Apr 30, 2012 11:46 pm

no worries. Would you like to have someone go ahead of you? I'm going to rework my bit to take place on the ship so its more action oriented.
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Re: Imperial Guard Group Story

Postby Rusk » Tue May 01, 2012 12:01 am

You could always use the thing that Stu's already posted as a basis, and have someone else react to that, either CP or me. I'd recommend CP as a scout is more likely to encounter Sjurio's convoy than a full-blown infantry company, but I can always try and cook something up if CP isn't about.
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Re: Imperial Guard Group Story

Postby Commander Shadow » Tue May 01, 2012 12:59 am

maybe a quick something about your company either on or disembarking from the transport? something to set up some conflicts withing the company (not necessarily physical) or something?
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Re: Imperial Guard Group Story

Postby Rusk » Tue May 01, 2012 1:37 am

Okay, I've got an idea. Hopefully I'll be able to post something in a couple of days. Might be a bit rough, but I'm pretty sure we could iron it out into something approaching readable.
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Re: Imperial Guard Group Story

Postby Stuart000X » Tue May 01, 2012 7:22 am

Aye, go for it :).
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Re: Imperial Guard Group Story

Postby Rusk » Fri May 04, 2012 1:54 pm

Sorry it took me this long, I've been a bit swamped. The second half feels a bit rushed, and I'm not entirely happy with it, but I thought I'd get it up here so you know what I'm thinking. Can be edited as needed.

~~~

The dust was everywhere. The air was heavy with particles of sand and grit, which managed to nestle themselves in every nook and cranny of O Company's battle gear, and plastered itself across their sweat-streaked faces. Nizhnii Rog growled in disgust as her goggles became to clogged with muck to see through, causing her to run her cuff across her face for the umpteenth time that day.

They'd been on Ceyhan a matter of hours, and she already missed Lyksar.

Rog glanced around the dust-shrouded courtyard of the town centre. There were refugees everywhere, queueing in long lines, before breaking down into a writhing mass to get hold of basic food and supplies from the half-dozen munitorum half-tracks pulled up outside the governor's hall. Tarus, a relatively small outpost, was one of the few Imperial-held settlements left on the planet, and acted as a beacon for those fleeing the massacre in the main cities along the equator. Soon enough it would start to attract the attention of the other creatures walking the planet's surface, and when they did it was up to O Company to stop them.

Rog could see Lieutenant Pell, looking exasperated as he tried to organise the drones and servitors doling out the supplies from the back of the tracks. The situation looked hopeless, too many survivors and not nearly enough supplies. Unless there was a steady flow of goods into Tarus over the coming weeks, the guardsmen were going to have a major problem on their hands, she could already tell. She'd seen the same back in Scordia Province when the agridomes under-produced. It didn't make for pleasant viewing.

Pell noticed Rog watching and waved her over. 'Sergeant, I need a hand,' the slender officer barked over the clamouring crowd. 'Get these civilians in order. Proper distribution needs to be maintained so we don't have a riot on our hands.'

'Sorry, sir,' Rog shouted back. 'The captain wants to see me. Chain of command and all that.'

Pell sighed. 'I suppose it was too much to ask for, wasn't it,' he grumbled, more to himself than his subordinate. 'Very well. On your way- oh, for the Emperor's sake, Miklin, what are you doing? Go and get those back, right now.'

Rog chuckled and moved past the struggling group of munitorum staffers, followed by her squad, heading for the governor's hall. One of her troopers stopped by the seething throng of refugees and stared, a lone figure in the dust.

'You alright there, Steffan?' Rog called out to him. The man turned. The young man's eyes looked incredibly sad behind his dust-goggles as he regarded the horde.

'Yeah... yes, sergeant,' Steffan replied, blinking rapidly before jogging after his commander. 'Reminds me of home.'

'Where is that again? Mlados?' Rog asked.

Steffan shook his head. 'Close. Huisberg.'

One of the men standing behind Steffan groaned. He was a tall man, whip thin, long-limbed. Rog knew that underneath the Cadian-style bowl helmet and dirty handkerchief that had been employed as a bandana against the swirling dust there was a strong-boned, freckled face, probably grimacing in disgust.

'Is there a problem, Djuardin?' Rog growled.

'No, no, not at all, ma'am,' Trooper Djuardin said, almost mildly, scratching absently across the bridge of his wide nose. 'If you choose to associate yourself with a person of Steffan's stature, then that's your choice, who am I to judge?'

'Exactly. You aren't one to judge,' Rog snapped. 'So shut up.'

Djuardin shrugged. 'Whatever you say, ma'am.'

Rog sighed. She'd seen people like Djuardin before. Capital-dwelling nobles, born and raised in privilege, their pride and their egos allowing them to look down in disdain upon the lowly commoners, particularly those from the fringe cities and provinces. Rog knew Djuardin wasn't a true noble – if he was, he wouldn't be a trooper in the Imperial Guard, so the man must have done something – but that hadn't stopped him being the same arrogant prat since day one of Basic.

'Was Huisberg as bad as they say?' she whispered sidelong to Steffan, out of Djuardin's earshot.

'Oh, you bet, sarge.'

The Tarus town hall was a stocky, two-tiered circular building, constructed out of a cream-painted rockcrete, which had been plastered and sullied by the constantly swirling dust of the region. The main chamber was broad, the floor plated with red-grey marble, and paintings of past governments and rulers hung from the walls. A small skylight was letting a few of the sun's rays shine through from the tip of the domed ceiling, adding a bit of light to the gloomy hall.

Klime was waiting for Rog's unit just inside the main doors. The captain was built like a cyber-mastiff, a stumpy, furious bundle of oversized muscle and short, powerful limbs. He had removed his helmet, revealing short, cropped grey hair and a lined, weathered face. He was conversing with a taller, older man in the simple ochre garb of the town natives. Klime beckoned Rog over to him when she entered the building.

'Sergeant, I want you to meet Governor Vouli,' Klime told her. 'Vouli, this is Sergeant Rog, Second Platoon.'

'Sir,' Rog saluted, her squad following suit a moment later. Much to her surprise, he offered her his hand.

'I must say, it is an honour to have such experienced veterans such as yourself serving my community,' Vouli smiled, bobbing his head up and down enthusiastically.

'Err... excuse me, sir?' Rog asked, puzzled.

'A veteran? You know, the...' Vouli gestured at his face. 'The scarring?'

'Sorry, sir,' Rog replied, running a finger absent-mindedly down one of the deep, ugly lacerations on her cheek, which met with the fused corner of her mouth. 'Got these a long time before I joined the guard.'

'Should have known,' Vouli clicked his tongue, disappointed. 'Should have known experienced guardsmen wouldn't be wasted on little Tarus. My apologies, sergeant.'

'Sergeant Rog, sir, is one of our most experienced guardsmen,' Klime informed the governor. 'Rog, Vouli has requested a personal escort whilst O Company is occupying his town. As I agree with the governor that he needs to stay alive, I'm assigning you the duty.'

'But sir-' Rog began.

'Don't complain,' Klime warned her. 'Would you rather be on supplies distribution with Pell? No, I didn't think so. You're going to be occupying the hall. Take up positions, and keep two men with Vouli at all times. Understand?'

'Fine, sir,' Rog growled. She knew why Klime was picking her. She was the only female sergeant in the entire company. Two plus frigging two.

Another guardsman, weighed down by a heavy-duty vox-caster strapped to his back, waddled into the hall. He paused before the captain, bent double, hands on knees.

'Skusse? What is it?' Klime asked.

'Sir...' Skusse breathed. 'We've got an incoming convoy from the north... two groups... possible xenos forces...'

'Crap,' Klime hissed. 'Right, change of plans. Rog, take one of those munitorum trucks. Get out there and find out what the hell it is we've got on its way. I'll get Pantelic and Kozlovskis' squads to back you up. The rest of O Company will hold here if this is what we fear it is.'

'What about my escort?' Vouli began to complain.

'Shut the hell up, sir,' Klime growled. 'We'll sort it out another time. Get going, sergeant.'

'Yes, sir,' Rog barked. 'Djuardin, you know how to drive one of those things? Good. Move out.'

~~~

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Re: Imperial Guard Group Story

Postby Rusk » Mon May 07, 2012 1:29 pm

Well this silence is rather ominous.
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Re: Imperial Guard Group Story

Postby Commander Shadow » Tue May 08, 2012 2:47 pm

sorry i've been quiet for a bit. Great piece Rusk. I really liked how you set the scene, and introduced the characters. Interesting twits on the ranks there, i like where this looks like its going. No major complaints except for the one that you voice (the ending seeming rushed). Great writing man, i look forwards to continuing this.

My piece will be be edited soon
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Re: Imperial Guard Group Story

Postby Stuart000X » Wed May 09, 2012 9:32 pm

I quite like your piece, it reminded my of Gears of War for some reason, the way it described the filth and the desperation of humanity made evident in this piece. There are indeed a few errors in grammar and spelling, and I'll look at yours and everyone elses to find them, and show or correct them if or when they're necessary. I'll do that when I'm able, as I'm quite busy at the moment, though know that I'm still committed to getting this group story to the very bitter end, both literally and philosophically.
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