Post by seedykay on Jan 2, 2006 13:42:42 GMT -5
'Vehicles inbound!'
'What?'
Sergeant Asikov tried to look over the sides of the trench, but the smoke was still too thick too see anything further than a few feet. One of the skull company troopers ran past him, a rocket launcher case in his arms. 'Somebody tell me what's happening out there, there's no enemy armour in this sector.'
A sniper stumbled forth, clouds of thick blue smoke swirled around his cloaked form. 'Not armour Sgt., Trucks, a few bikes. Fast moving.'
An order rang out across the lines, and autogun chatter filled the air.
'You've gotta be kidding me?'
'No Sgt.'
'Feth, get everyone out of the trench, Fall in at flagstation 2'
'Sgt.'
The sniper dissapeared behind him, calling out for the rest of the squad. Asikov crawled through the tunnel leading to the next trench, how could they believe this would work? He emerged, the smoke wasn't as thick here. The Autogun sound was smattered with the occasional explosion, till all noise ceased as the autogun crews left for the safety of the second trench. In the distance motors were becoming louder.
'Right, squad fix bayonets'
Just like the other units down the line, his men affixed their long, sharp bayonets to their lasweapons, and positioned them over the side of the trench, a threatening line of glistening steel.
The first Ork trucks hurtled into the front-line trench. the majority of their troops had made it unscathed through no-mans land, and the oncoming trucks had emptied the trench of all opposition. What the ork commanders had unfortunately forgotten, however, was that the trucks were open-topped.
A barrage of rockets and artillery destroyed the last of Trucks piled up around the front-line. Sgt. Asikov sat cleaning his knife, a smile playing across his lips. He couldn't shake that image in his head, that of an extremely suprised Ork. An Ork who couldn't seem to comprehend how he was suddenly and literally catapulted from a comfortable sitting position, to that of living kebab...
'What?'
Sergeant Asikov tried to look over the sides of the trench, but the smoke was still too thick too see anything further than a few feet. One of the skull company troopers ran past him, a rocket launcher case in his arms. 'Somebody tell me what's happening out there, there's no enemy armour in this sector.'
A sniper stumbled forth, clouds of thick blue smoke swirled around his cloaked form. 'Not armour Sgt., Trucks, a few bikes. Fast moving.'
An order rang out across the lines, and autogun chatter filled the air.
'You've gotta be kidding me?'
'No Sgt.'
'Feth, get everyone out of the trench, Fall in at flagstation 2'
'Sgt.'
The sniper dissapeared behind him, calling out for the rest of the squad. Asikov crawled through the tunnel leading to the next trench, how could they believe this would work? He emerged, the smoke wasn't as thick here. The Autogun sound was smattered with the occasional explosion, till all noise ceased as the autogun crews left for the safety of the second trench. In the distance motors were becoming louder.
'Right, squad fix bayonets'
Just like the other units down the line, his men affixed their long, sharp bayonets to their lasweapons, and positioned them over the side of the trench, a threatening line of glistening steel.
The first Ork trucks hurtled into the front-line trench. the majority of their troops had made it unscathed through no-mans land, and the oncoming trucks had emptied the trench of all opposition. What the ork commanders had unfortunately forgotten, however, was that the trucks were open-topped.
A barrage of rockets and artillery destroyed the last of Trucks piled up around the front-line. Sgt. Asikov sat cleaning his knife, a smile playing across his lips. He couldn't shake that image in his head, that of an extremely suprised Ork. An Ork who couldn't seem to comprehend how he was suddenly and literally catapulted from a comfortable sitting position, to that of living kebab...