Forty thousand years in the future, there is only war.In the Calixis Sector of the Segmentum Obscurus, the Imperial colony on Zel Tertius is under assault by the Ork Warboss Bombad Bloodboy of the Bad Moons clan and Freebooterz mercenaries. As orks slaughter the planetās citizens, the Imperial Navy smashes through the blockade to land regiments of the Imperial Guard. The fight will be hard, as the Bad Moons have large number of Weirdboyz and a number of those being Warpheads. Also, they are a wealthy ork clan, so many of their countless numbers are Flash Gitz, whom are even more numerous with the addition of the Freebooterz.
Captain Henry Clayton, acting commanding officer of the decimated Luggnum 129th regiment leaned against the gray plasteel hull of his tank, Emperorās Fury (her name written proudly in golden paint on the barrel of her battle cannon) and glanced at the five cards in his hand. It was hard to play Tarot at the moment, sitting in the town square of Haven, where a full platoon of tanks stood guard, as two of the soldierās under his command circled one another in the middle of the square. Every now and then, they would swing at one another, as their fellows cheered or shouted insults from where they were relaxing. It was hard to keep the men focused. They had been sent to the ass end of nowhere, far from the front lines and even father from any reports of the orks infesting the planet.
āHit him harder Frankieā roared the tank commander, as he folded, āI have a full box a-smokes riding on you!ā
His gambling partner, a one corporal Andy, the main gunner for his tank laughed softly, as he scooped up the handful of slugs, the smallest of Luggnum currency and of little worth. At least the men were in better spirits then they had been a few days ago, when they rolled into the mostly abandoned town. The lose of most of your friends and only links back home was hard and the sting of losing the colonel, the major and the regiment colors to orks on the way planetside made it only worse.
āSo whens the new tankers getting hereā asked Rex, the tankās driver, as he picked up the cards and started to shuffle.
āI donāt knowā said Henry, āThe dataslate that came with the fuel and ammo only said theyād be showing up today.ā
āWhoās our new commanderā asked Dennis, the loader.
āDonāt knowā said the tank commander again, āIt didnāt say. It just said they were hammered as bad as we were and that theyād be showing up today.ā
āDid yah try calling HQ?ā ask Rex, starting to deal out another hand.
āYeahā grunted Henry, āBut theres something in the atmo. Only short-range vox signals are working. However, I doubt those bastards at headquarters woulda told me anything anyways. The only thing weāll have to do is wait.ā
āSo who are we combining withā asked Andy.
āThe Scintilla Two-thirty-forth.ā
āNever heard of āemā wheezed David, one of the side gunners, before he took a long drink from a dark bottle.
āGimme thatā said Henry, snatching the bottle from the manās callused hands, āWhat would Commissar Vendigroth say about you drinking again? He would have shot you, so Iāll remove the temptation, encase the Two-thirty-forth has a Hangman with āem.ā
A slight breeze picked up and tugged gently on the edges of his unbuttoned and stained jacket, as the tank commander drained the bottle of crude (and burning) spirits down his throat (the drink had been made most likely within the bowels of his own tank). It was coming from the west, where both the capital of this colony was (and most likely burning from ork artillery fire) and the direction from which the Scintilla 234th regiment should me heading from. At least it was late spring on this planet, no winter chill to force the men to seek shelter and no summer heat for the same effect. Many of the trees bordering the town were covered in small pink flowers (which had a horrid smell that luckily didnāt spread far from the trees themselves), as they lead up into the mountains in the east and to those much further to the west, which cut them off from the capital.
Henry coughed as the liquor burned his throat. His fingers, those not holding the bottle, tapped against the turret. He wanted to get back into the fight, somewhere within the ork held territory around Nixios, would be the transports that had carried his doom comrades and their unit colors. Being joined with another regiment wouldn't be so bad, if they could just recover the battle honors they had won in two hard years of fighting in the emperor's Name. No more battle would be added to it but it would be uplifting to keep it in a personal place for his lads and they were his lads now, until they had a new commanding officer.