Im going to add a section or so every other day, if you all like it that is. Anyway I need feedback so please post


"Sergeant, get your squad over here in three minutes or you are here to stay!" Holtor bellowed into the microphone of the vox caster. It was still attatched to the back of the flayed piece of meat that used to be his vox operator." Standing up out of the crater that used to be his command bunker he surveyed the training ground. Spore mines were landing everywhere, nearly all his men had been on the parade ground when the first spore mines struck. Flaming vehicles were everywhere, screaming men, their guts spilling onto the ground thrashed insanely. The newly promoted Captain was torn away from the scene of horror by a crackling from the vox caster.
"Captain, my squad has been cut off, we can not reach the evac point." Color Sergeant Tathar Glutanan yelled into the microphone/
"Hold your positon for as long as you can sergeant! Me and my men will fall back to the evac point, hold them up as long as you can."
"Yes sir, wait, what in the name of the Emper-"
Holtor heard screams of "Incoming!" and then, he just heard screams.
He turned his vox caster to maximum broadcast area, and gave his final order to the trainees of the training station.
"Hold your positions, you can not make it to the evac zone, hold in the face of terror. Hold and punish the Emperors enemies, you know your duty, do it!" He grabbed a lasgun lying next to a pool of goo that used to one of his recruits and pulled himself out of the trench. He ran, across the cratered field that used to be the parade ground. He ran through the burning barracks. He ran, out of the base. He ran until all he could see of his base was smoke rising out of the distance.


another one, cant hurt, two in a day.

Holtor stood up, blood dripping off his family sword (Dorgasan Families, are somewhat like space marine chapters, each forming their own regiments, and each fiercly loyal to their family) the genestealer he had just slain lay twitching on the ground. He had escaped Training Facility 84XTB three days before, and from what he could tell, his planet was swarming with Tyranids. Five hours after escaping the training facility he had fired his last bolter round at a screeching hormogaunt. He had no idea where he was, all he knew was that the major Imperial cities were to the west of his camp so, he went west. He had met up with a squad of new recruits that had been out on RCS (real combat simulations) they hadn't lasted an hour after seeing their first tyranid. He had heard frantic lasgun fire all around him, nearly all day. But whenever he moved toward it, all he found was a dismembered pile of goo.
He continued running, the swarms were moving in his direction, not stopping for anything. In fact he didn't know why he was still alive. He scrambled up the side of a rocky hill, behind him he heard the screech of tyranids. He reached the summit of the hill, there in front of him was a half destroyed Chimera. The crew compartment had been melted into a thick gruel, however, the main gun seemed to be online. He crawled inside and moved up into the gunner's position. Half way up he stopped, there was a chest of a man still in the gunner's position, the rest of him was strewn around the compartment. Holtor threw the husk of a man out of the way in disgust. Suddenly, he heard a crackle from the Vox Caster in the Chimera, that had seemed destroyed.

"This is Captain Dexter Vultara, squadron leader of bomber squadron 67R, ground units below, make your way towards Beacon Hill. We are cleansing this area now."
Holtor stuck his head out the gunners hatch, six Imperial Wrath class bombers flew overhead. They spread out in a V formation. Holtor saw their bomb doors start to open, but nothing ever had the chance to come out. From the trees below, a huge black swarm of fleshborrer beetles enveloped nearly all the bomber squadron. Holtor saw four explosions come from inside the cloud. More static over the radio came in
---- After a loud series of crackles---- "Flavian, you there? Come in Flavian! We need supporting fire, these things are all over us. Dammit, Flavian where are you?!"
"Flavian went down in the cloud sir, so did Captain Vultara!"
"Who in the name of the Emperor is this, to much static!?"
"Tash. Sir we've taken hits, right engine, failing!" We are going down! Trying to land. In the name of the Emperor, there are millions of them! We are touching down no-----"
"Tash, come in. Tash! Sir, I lost them. Verex to orbital station, mission failiure, squadron destroyed, attempting to climb! Send evac teams imiediatly, get us out of here. Attempting to land on Beacon Hill."
"Acknowledged 67R, transports are en route. Stand by."
"Sir, sir, this is Tash. The rest of the crew, they are all dead! I'm the only one here, their feet, they are tearing the ship apart by just running over it. In the name of the emperor, they are throught the ceiling, Emperor forgive my failiu--- aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhgggggg!!!!!"

Holtor exited the Chimera, one lown bomber flew towards the ground he stood on. Its right wing on fire, it's left gone. Holtor jumped into a ditch as the bomber landed, it plowed through the ground at a speed not less than 500 kilometers per hour. Earth and rocks flew everywhere, the bomber plowed into the Chimera crushing it underneatht the bomber's massive hull. Holtor rose from the ditch and ran toward's the flaming bomber. A door on the side of the bomber burst open, and three men fell out onto the ground. Holtor ran up to them, and pulled on of them to his feet.
"What is your name crewman?"
"Verex, vox man." Get your gun out, is there anyone else inside?"
"No, I, I don't know sir, to much static, explosions. I don't think so, sir I just do not know. The Tyranids, they, we don't stand a chance!"
"Keep silent, remember the Emperor in the face of terror. You will not disgrace your family today, now get the rest of the men up! We will stand here until evac arrives or we are torn to pieces by those Dmned bugs!"
"Yes, sir!" The man turned around and pulled up the other crewmen as best he could. Holtor took a few staps away and turned to address what remained of the crew.
"You, have never heard of, or seen me. And I have never heard, or seen, you. But now the fates have brought us here to die together. And we will do so as brothers! You know your duty, put strength in your heart, the emperor rewards the brave, we will stand and bring down as many of these filthy xeno as we can! You do not need to know my name, I do not need to know yours. But now, duty calls, check your guns, we go to meet the Emperor!"
He drew his sword and turned to face the slope he had just climbed. The ground shook with the steps of Tyanids, the noise was nearly unbearable. As the first Tyranid head came into few the crew opened fire, it's burning red eyes disolving in a splash of blood. More heads apeared, Holtor raised his sword and ran toward them to meet his destiny. He had made it five steps when he felt a small explosion in his gut as a fleshborere slammed into him. As he fell backwards he supposed he was lucky, he saw hundreds of beetles fly through the air where his chest had just been. Then with a loud roar and a loud crackling sound, bullets rained down into the ranks of Tyranids, Tyranids shrieked and screamed as bolter rounds ripped their armour into pieces. Two fighters did a barrol role and moved in again, spraying fire down on the unprepared Tyranids.
Suddenly Holtor felt a strong pair of arms pick him up and he felt himself being carried backwards.
"We are going to get you to the medical ship sir, hold on!" As everything blurred into a combination of absolute darkness and bright light he recognized Verex's voice. The last thing he saw before everything went black was a medical transport landing near the downed bomber.

Okay, seems good. A part of your campaign?

enjoyed it :D

sortof, it is for the campaign. I already know what is going to happen in to the planet (my IGs homeworld) im playing this campaign to determine how extreme it is. no this isnt the thread for it either. I will make that thread now. itll be called

The Extermination of Dorgasa