Fan Fiction ❯ The Reya Campaign ❯ Intro ( Prologue )
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By: General_Glym 
Just giving the basics of the settings
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Supernatural / Sci-fi | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.28.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 731 | Visits: 323 | Status: Completed
Just giving the basics of the settings
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Supernatural / Sci-fi | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.28.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 731 | Visits: 323 | Status: Completed
Firstly the disclaimer stuff: I don't own Warhammer 40K as I would have thought obvious but I have as far as I know I created all characters so I think I can claim ownership of them. This is the intro to a series I'm going to do send in reviews please if you don't like it say so and don't read on somebody might like it though.
Introduction
"This is shite." Bist muttered. "Bunch of bloody gun-babies"
"Well, sir, this is your first command .Replied the vox-operater Silgan. "Plus they're not all new recruits. You've got me and Prett." Indicating the platoon's chief gunner.
"Well I suppose you do have a point there. But the rest of them......" Said the sergeant Then again they might be okay come battle."
Bist normally wasn't this annoyed but a few things were annoying him right now. Firstly he had just received a promotion after the battles on the jungle world Fenapis, that was a good thing, but he traded his arm for a stripe which didn't seem an overly fair trade to him. On top of this his first squad were mainly raw recruits except for three veterans: Silgan, a medium sized Catachan with unnaturally good hearing and a knack for anything electrical, Prett, a short Cadian with strength like a Trojan who was a crack shot with anything that weighed more than half his body weight, and of course Bist himself a middle-aged soldier in his late fifties from Cadia who favored the plasma pistol. Apart from that every other trooper in his command was fresh from the bastions of Cadia or the jungles of Catachan. This made the regiment special it was made up of men from two different worlds, three if you wanted to be specific enough and include the general no-one was sure where he was from. The regiment had been mixed ever since a great war on the ice world of Polas Majora four years back against the Tyranids. On Polas Majora the Cadian 13th and Catachan 22nd were sent to annihilate the "small" infestation. It turned out someone had been very very very vague about the size. By the time the Space Marines had arrived on the astropath's message (one standard week) the majority of the command staff were dead, due mainly to a surprise strike on the command HQ by a small amount of gene-stealers. Who were successful because most of the command staff thought they were safe and didn't have weapons close at hand. Most of the men were dead as well and therefore merged together by a young captain, who was to be promoted to general afterwards, into one regiment. That was how it stayed with the general taking command.
Apart from that the regiment had been told where and when they would next be stationed. They would be stationed at Reya within the next two weeks. Apparently a hive-world which was apparently, usually, an exciting place. Right now it was being attacked by the arch-enemy of man the Chaos. The whole regiments fe e lings were summed up by the Catachan veteran sergeant Afagis: "This really sucks dick!" Bist had fought in hive-wars before he'd fought in jungle wars, ice-wars, desert wars, frigate wars and just about every known war too, but he always knew that each one could be his last. With the experience his platoon his last battle was likely to be Reya. By the looks of things these men had never held a weapon of any description, well being honest the Cadians knew very well how to use a lasgun and the Catachans could probably gut an Ork in a second with the twelve inch blades they all carried. None of them however had seen battlefield action and that as far as Bist cared was all that mattered. If they could shoot and hunt masterfully only to run away from battle they were of no use to the Imperium or to Bist.
Well, sir Prett inquired , what'll we do with them?
The sergeant smiled. They're going to fight a war. Train 'em up till they want to die ready them as much as you can to face the enemy
Yes, Sir !
Introduction
"This is shite." Bist muttered. "Bunch of bloody gun-babies"
"Well, sir, this is your first command .Replied the vox-operater Silgan. "Plus they're not all new recruits. You've got me and Prett." Indicating the platoon's chief gunner.
"Well I suppose you do have a point there. But the rest of them......" Said the sergeant Then again they might be okay come battle."
Bist normally wasn't this annoyed but a few things were annoying him right now. Firstly he had just received a promotion after the battles on the jungle world Fenapis, that was a good thing, but he traded his arm for a stripe which didn't seem an overly fair trade to him. On top of this his first squad were mainly raw recruits except for three veterans: Silgan, a medium sized Catachan with unnaturally good hearing and a knack for anything electrical, Prett, a short Cadian with strength like a Trojan who was a crack shot with anything that weighed more than half his body weight, and of course Bist himself a middle-aged soldier in his late fifties from Cadia who favored the plasma pistol. Apart from that every other trooper in his command was fresh from the bastions of Cadia or the jungles of Catachan. This made the regiment special it was made up of men from two different worlds, three if you wanted to be specific enough and include the general no-one was sure where he was from. The regiment had been mixed ever since a great war on the ice world of Polas Majora four years back against the Tyranids. On Polas Majora the Cadian 13th and Catachan 22nd were sent to annihilate the "small" infestation. It turned out someone had been very very very vague about the size. By the time the Space Marines had arrived on the astropath's message (one standard week) the majority of the command staff were dead, due mainly to a surprise strike on the command HQ by a small amount of gene-stealers. Who were successful because most of the command staff thought they were safe and didn't have weapons close at hand. Most of the men were dead as well and therefore merged together by a young captain, who was to be promoted to general afterwards, into one regiment. That was how it stayed with the general taking command.
Apart from that the regiment had been told where and when they would next be stationed. They would be stationed at Reya within the next two weeks. Apparently a hive-world which was apparently, usually, an exciting place. Right now it was being attacked by the arch-enemy of man the Chaos. The whole regiments fe e lings were summed up by the Catachan veteran sergeant Afagis: "This really sucks dick!" Bist had fought in hive-wars before he'd fought in jungle wars, ice-wars, desert wars, frigate wars and just about every known war too, but he always knew that each one could be his last. With the experience his platoon his last battle was likely to be Reya. By the looks of things these men had never held a weapon of any description, well being honest the Cadians knew very well how to use a lasgun and the Catachans could probably gut an Ork in a second with the twelve inch blades they all carried. None of them however had seen battlefield action and that as far as Bist cared was all that mattered. If they could shoot and hunt masterfully only to run away from battle they were of no use to the Imperium or to Bist.
Well, sir Prett inquired , what'll we do with them?
The sergeant smiled. They're going to fight a war. Train 'em up till they want to die ready them as much as you can to face the enemy
Yes, Sir !