Der Endsieg
written by Kiara N. Midgard
Death Korp Commissar, Cromwell Hogenmiller, with what remains of his 32nd Regiment of Krieg must hold the outpost, for as long as the Emperor wills it. There will be no survivors. (Note: Jack Reynolds is one of my many pen names, I did not steal this, nor would I ever steal someone's work. You can also find my story on Wattpad.)
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05/31/21
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Chapter I: A Torn Road on Which We Trek
Chapter 2
Journal Entry #: 590032. "Day 267, the enemy artillery has fallen silent. If nothing else, it buried our dead for us; the smell is gone, replaced by a familiar scent of scorched soil. I cleared the debris from my trench, for they'll come again soon..but this is my trench and I'll be damned that those Orks will soon learn that." -Corporal Amadeus Indrisil
What would be an unnerving quiet to a typical Imperial Guardsman, would be nothing but calming silence to a Guardsman from the Death Korps of Krieg. They march down the worn road, the sound of muddy boots trudging on the wet, dilapidated road as they march in files. Their deployment was onto the stormy war-torn planet of Vueliv IX, located in the Centauri System. To put into words, the planet's surface was nothing but a literal hellscape. Artillery craters nearly cover the landscape, save for the cities that are few and far between. Old trenches long since abandoned, harbor rats that feast on the dead that lay unburied. Hoggenmiller, a Commissar assigned to the Death Korps of Krieg, was at the front of the marching regiments. His presence among them did nothing, but only enhanced the aura of fear they already generated.
"There," Hoggenmiller said, as he halted the regiments, pointing at a forgotten outpost, "That old fort, and its trenches. We hold there until reinforcements arrive."
The Korpsmen followed him up to the fort, and began to set up for the coming 'WAAAGH'. There, they repaired the artillery batteries with ease, and cleared out the old trenches, cleaning up the bunkers and dugouts as they do so. Sandbags and new barbed wire had been laid around the perimeter; the sandbags piled up into barriers in the blown-in walls of the fort, and the barbed wire entanglements place along the trench line. The artillery batteries were laid over with tarp to prevent rusting from the acid storms that are common in the planet's atmosphere. Night fell over the catastrophic remains of the world, and the shifts began. No sooner than the 4th shift, the outskirts erupted with life; the path previously marched upon and surroundings set ablaze. By sprawling, running, or even (Oh by the Emperor) flying, the Orks that infested the planet with their green ilk charge the fortifications and ramparts, guns blazing; keen on destroying the holed-up regiments of Korpsmen with the 'WAAAGH'. For the Korpsmen, however, are eager to unleash the Emperor's Wrath and Will upon the wretched Xenos.
[A/N: That just about does it for the First Chapter. If you want to suggest anything, or if I should (if need be) change how something is phrased let me know. If you have suggestions for how the Second Chapter should play out, or possibly involve yourself by suggesting a 'Journal Entry' feel free to! This is Jack signing out for now. Audentes Fortuna Iuvat.]
What would be an unnerving quiet to a typical Imperial Guardsman, would be nothing but calming silence to a Guardsman from the Death Korps of Krieg. They march down the worn road, the sound of muddy boots trudging on the wet, dilapidated road as they march in files. Their deployment was onto the stormy war-torn planet of Vueliv IX, located in the Centauri System. To put into words, the planet's surface was nothing but a literal hellscape. Artillery craters nearly cover the landscape, save for the cities that are few and far between. Old trenches long since abandoned, harbor rats that feast on the dead that lay unburied. Hoggenmiller, a Commissar assigned to the Death Korps of Krieg, was at the front of the marching regiments. His presence among them did nothing, but only enhanced the aura of fear they already generated.
"There," Hoggenmiller said, as he halted the regiments, pointing at a forgotten outpost, "That old fort, and its trenches. We hold there until reinforcements arrive."
The Korpsmen followed him up to the fort, and began to set up for the coming 'WAAAGH'. There, they repaired the artillery batteries with ease, and cleared out the old trenches, cleaning up the bunkers and dugouts as they do so. Sandbags and new barbed wire had been laid around the perimeter; the sandbags piled up into barriers in the blown-in walls of the fort, and the barbed wire entanglements place along the trench line. The artillery batteries were laid over with tarp to prevent rusting from the acid storms that are common in the planet's atmosphere. Night fell over the catastrophic remains of the world, and the shifts began. No sooner than the 4th shift, the outskirts erupted with life; the path previously marched upon and surroundings set ablaze. By sprawling, running, or even (Oh by the Emperor) flying, the Orks that infested the planet with their green ilk charge the fortifications and ramparts, guns blazing; keen on destroying the holed-up regiments of Korpsmen with the 'WAAAGH'. For the Korpsmen, however, are eager to unleash the Emperor's Wrath and Will upon the wretched Xenos.
[A/N: That just about does it for the First Chapter. If you want to suggest anything, or if I should (if need be) change how something is phrased let me know. If you have suggestions for how the Second Chapter should play out, or possibly involve yourself by suggesting a 'Journal Entry' feel free to! This is Jack signing out for now. Audentes Fortuna Iuvat.]
