View Full Version : IG fluff, Larkan 14th

15-10-2006, 11:10
I decided to write some random fluff for an army i dont collect... comments and such welcom. cheers

The morning fog wafted over no man’s land. Enrold looked over the top of the trench, he could see dead bodies from the days before through the dense fog. The bodies were still pink and covered in blood stained mud. He wondered if he was soon to join the list of ever growing dead.

Enrold was conscripted all of 3 months ago. He started basic training back on his home world of Larkan, training ended 2 weeks later. He was then shipped to the eye of terror, where the Larkan 14th has been battling for hundreds of years. At the age of 17, he was a conscript, and as his duty to the emperor, he was to die fighting a foe that threatened the Imperium.

Only days before had he stepped onto a rotten planet, covered in the blood of millions of men, a dead landscape with nothing but trenches and mud. He was then thrown into a trench, given the basics a trooper needs, rusty Lasgun with broken and blunt bayonet, canteen half empty and a small backpack with odds and ends.

But today he felt different, today was his day to triumph. As he looked over the trench he could see the fog lift. He looked down to the floor of the trench, to see hundreds of notes, written to long lost family members. He looked to his side to see a long trench line, filled with young boys, they were the first wave of the attack. The Officers came from there debriefing bunkers wile the Commissar of F company stood on top of the Trench line. Enrold waited for his political speech, Enrold trusted the commissars, he believed ever word they spoke, at the sound of there voice he could be inspired instantly.

The Commissar picked up his vox speaker and started to speak into the old machine,” Men, today is the day we break through there lines and crush them, for it is the Emperors will. We are the hammer, they are the skull that our hammer crushes. Today men, we will triumph over these pathetic traitors. You have been given your orders, and you will follow them. For today is the emperors will!”

Enrold was filled with patriotism and was ready, his orders had been given. And that was when he felt it. The rumble was bigger than he had ever felt. The trench walls started shaking, lose boards fell down. Men all around him started to crawl to the side of the trench getting ready for what was to come.

The Artillery of the Imperium bashed down on the ground, the orders had been given and earthshaker shells rained down on the enemy trenches. These shells were special orders from mars. Enrold felt special to have these bombarding shells smashing the enemy trenches apart. Mud from hundreds of meters away was splattering down on him as he peered over the trench walls.

“Alright men, time to unleash the hammer!” the commissar roared even over the bombardment. “Arm bayonets, only take your trusty Lasgun and ammo, we will crush them today and then you can all go home!” Even then Enrold believed him. He locked his bayonet on his Lasgun and got ready. The Officer beside him charged his Laspistol the placed his peak cap on his head.

The Bombardment stopped. “Men, Chaaarge!”

Enrold got up from his trench, he scaled the 7 foot tall wall, his foot slipped on the greasy mud. He used his bayonet as a pick to help him. He finally reached the top and he was over. He looked beside him and saw thousands of men scaling the same wall. As he turned to look forward through the slightly less dense fog, hell hit them.

Thousands of barbed rounds pierced the morning fog, men beside him were hit as they just got over the wall, and they fell back into the trench as the barb pierced them, ripping them in half. Enrold hit the ground. The officer beside him grabbed him by the collar and yelled at him to run forward. The officers arm went limp, Enrold turned to see the officer no more, but a pile of guts. All Enrold training, as basic as it was, was lost. Instinct got the better of him as he jumped up. A Rocket found the ground as to where he was just cowering, it blew him feet into the air. He landed on his back on the other side of the trenches.

Enrold rolled back down into the trench line. He cowered as the first waves of men were slaughtered. The Commissar jumped back down into the trench and grabbed him. “Get up and do your duty to the emperor, or I will make an example of you!”

Even now he could not be inspired, he was scared, he new he was going to die, but he did not want to. As he stood up in the trench and picked up another Lasgun, He moved to the wall and got ready to climb it. The whistle blew from a senior looking officer. He was safe. Enrolled was lucky for now. Men crawled back into the trench line. Medics were running around, tending to the wounded. As this was going on, more men were filling the line, they were the second wave. Enrold took a step up and peered over the top. There was no mud, only bodies. Corpses that were torn apart by barbs, organs and blood covered the area.

Enrold felt limp, he sank back into the trench, he could not move, even though he was sitting on a corpse. He was paralyzed with fear. He had not seen a sight. It was pure horror. The stench found him, as it did, his body came back to life. He dry reached and then threw up, blood mixed with stomach acid flowed out his mouth. It went all over the officer’s body that was once standing next to him, it went inside his broken rib cage all over his dead organs.

“are you ok buddy?.. buddy?” A second wave trooper was standing over him.

“no.. its horror.. chaos…”

As the few words were spoken the whistle blew once again. Enrold was pulled up by the second wave solder and pushed up the trench. Enrold over came his fear, he just felt at that moment that he had nothing to lose and everything to gain. He looked to his left and right and saw thousands of fresh men doing the same thing as before. Enrold Charged forward. He glimpsed the commissar in the corner of his eye, he was yelling some crazy prayer from the imperial infantryman’s uplifting primer, long forgotten in Enrold’s mind. He was having trouble running over the dead bodies as his feet were getting caught in rib cages and other bones.

He could see the enemy, they had not fired yet, but he new they would. He had cleared the masses of bodies and found mud, and he found the enemy fire. He kept running, as the first volley completely missed him, he could hear the screams of horror as the barbs hit the men behind him, he felt invincible. The Commissar beside him coped barb on his arm but kept running. Enrold lifted his Lasgun and started to rapid fire into the enemy he could see clearly now that the fog was all but gone.

He was almost there, there were still hundred of others around him ready to jump the enemy, to thrust into there chest with a bayonet. The second volley came and a barb whooshed past his head, missing him by a mere inch. As the second volley came a grenade was thrown at him, he acted quickly, and he picked it up and threw it back into the enemy trench. It went of with a loud bang and green cloud rose from the trench. He was only meters away now, he fell to the ground. He tripped on a piece of wire. He had landed in a hole made by a mortar shell. He could see few men still running, the commissar dove into the mortar hole next to him.

“well done trooper, it shows the emperor favors you, as he favors me. Take a frag grenade and throw it on three, we will rush the trenches together and smite the enemy.”

Enrold new he was crazy, they were the only 2 left, he could hear a faint whistle from the trenches he had just come from.

“sir, should we wait for the third wave and then rush them?” Enrold questioned the commissar, this was something few would dare do.

“No! we rush now, if we sacrifice our self we can create a breach in the enemy line and then more of our men with gush through and destroy them!”

Enrold had no choice, he would either die by the Commissar or die by the enemy.
“On three then…. Three, Two, One!”

Enrold turned around and stood up. He threw the grenade as hard as he could. It landed in the enemy trench. As it did a barb came flying out of no where and ripped into the commissar next to him. It exploded in his chest. Guts and human flesh went all over Enrold. the grenades went off and several mutated limbs went flying in random directions.

Enrold dashed at the enemy. Several barbs hit him in his flack armour. One ricochet off it and another penetrated, it pushed its way into his chest. Just then he heard it. The Retreat horn sounded across the battlefield, calling all men to return to the trench.

The Barb ripped his vitals and he hit the ground hard, only feet away from the enemy. He looked down onto his chest and saw blood gush from the wound. Enrold rolled into the enemy trench as he was dieing, with his last amount of strength, He found his Lasgun and shot a round down the trench line.

For today was Enrold’s day, he was to serve the emperor. The round hit a fuel drum. The Trench exploded and Enrold was thrown up out of the trench and into a pool of mud. Enrolled died as soon as he hit the ground.

15-10-2006, 16:47
Move to stories and art.

Pretty well written, entertaining to read. What kind of weapons are the traitors using that fire barbs?

Also, while the mass infantry rush is cool and all, it really shouldn't happen so long as there are tanks around.