Now! I can say though that I am getting back on track with regular postings, even if that means I don't make much sense. For right now I do have something from a regular writer that likes to post his work here, you guys should already know Blood Raven117, if you don't scroll back to last year or so and you'll see his previous work.
He wrote a new chapter which I have been meaning to put up on here but never got around to it, but since I don't have the time I need to review anything more at the moment I am putting it up.
Hooray! So please make sure to leave comments below for him, and follow me for the latest news when I get around to it. -Stray
Chapter III
The Wrath of a Nation
Larnegin was tying up his boots, nice, snazzy, clean. He could smell the leather on them. His clothes were a disgusting green, and he had a small cap for his head. He hated them already, and he knew he was to fight a city battle in them for what could possibly be months. And he didn't even have FLAK ARMOR. Flak Armor, the cardboard of armor for the entire universe he once served in. The music in his mind flitting by nearly unnoticed as he just shook his head. He made to leave his room, but he stopped long enough to scoop up his rifle. Sighing heavily he left his spartan accommodations..... ..
…... And ran right into Jacky, “Come on slow ass! Lets get moving!” She said cheerily. She looked down at him from her height, a meter higher then him. She was dressed in a obviously hand made uniform, made from several other uniforms. Apparently they were going to go for the fact she had a growth problem. He just ground his teeth and bit back a series of curses and shouts of anger, and marched on towards the deployment deck.
Jacky wouldn't shut up! She kept singing traditional Russian songs and others, loudly trumpeting it as she carried along her rifle like a marching baton, which was ridiculously dwarfed in her massive paws of hands. He could just imagine how in brutal close combat she would be, like a ogryn, he imagined, as he saw the bulky shit brained creatures able to hug to death a Tyranid Ravenor. He thought that Jacky could kill a hive tyrant with her size and smarts. Best just to swallow his pride and let her have her quirky way.
Janeson joined them, smiling wide he soon began to sing along to Jacky, her arm around his shoulders, and his around her back, it was as if they were drunk, singing loudly and poncing around like a pair of pansys. He just skulked compared to them, walking along embarrassed by them. Then Janeson pulled him close as he sang loudly. Sighing Larnegin joined in singing along unwillingly with them.
It was not long before they entered the deployment room. Inside many troopers were milling around, working on their guns, chatting. Seeing the sight of three singing troopers, one ridiculously tall, the other two average sized. They all laughed at that, a few even joined in with the well known and well loved Janeson. A kind man when he joined, and seemingly kinder man after years of war. It was joked that if a commissar shot him, the very same man would be found shot with his own bolt pistol.
A couple of the men lifted the trooper up on their knees as he lead a chorus in song to their anthem as they marched over to the deployment room's doors. Their ecstatic singing carrying over into the bolted room. Larnegin was unsure of how the Unnamed properly implanted their operatives let alone a force their size without being caught or seen. But as he saw the doors open, his mouth and everyone else dropped open in awe, except for Jacky who just smiled at their ridiculous faces.
The chamber's size was massive, but that was not the amazing part, throughout the entire place were teleportation platforms. Giant ones, able to convey whole platoons worth of men. Their handler was there, the doctor, Elizabeth Swam. Smiling she waved her hand to crackling fields all around, “Welcome Marines! Welcome to your DDD, Or Deep Deployment Device. Your In-field handler, Donovan, is already in deep cover as a Commissar. Your neural links have been updated. As well as opponents you must kill and objectives that must be achieved as you progress.
She smiled darkly, and removing her glasses with precision she called out, “Staff Sergeant Johnson! You have command. Split them as you see fit!” And like that Johnson called out. “Alright you maggots! Get into squads! Get into Platoons! You won't be with them long but you better get to action now! Times wasting and we don't want to keep the fascists waiting now do we!” He called out and all the men called out a warcry, “That's the spirit! Now move out!”
Larn was carried along in the press. The men around were moving forward, eager and with rifles in hand, many didn't even have that much, just knives in hand. Due to the Soviet's lack of weapons it would be strange to see nearly 300 men just suddenly pop up with weapons and ammo. “Squad A in Platoon 1! Get on the first pad! Squad B! You know the drill. When first platoon is away, second get onto the pads! Charge boys! For the glory of the Unnamed and for mother Russia!” Johnson had gotten a megaphone, and had a different look. Looking like a commissar he had a PPsH smg, and a Tokarev pistol as his side arm. The little thing didn't look very imposing but no one wanted to test it without any armor. “With me comrades!” Sergeant Huolder called out, raising his rifle up and yelled out a cry as he lead his personal squad up onto the pad. A few seconds later after Color sergeant Yukonev pulled himself up with the sickle and hammer, (As the men began to call the flag), they disappeared in a wash of static and electrical power. “Go now and show them hell!” Jard called out, leading Larnegin's squad now as he pushed forward. Larn had no second thoughts, Jacky jumping up like it was a little step She pulled both Larn and Janeson up. “Come on boys! Lets kick some Nazi ass!” Leading the cry they were teleported to a barren place that shunned such calls. On the opposite side of the Volga they appeared, getting in line quietly, for the boats to cross the river.............. .
Chapter IV
From Russia with wrath
Larnegin had seen friendlier commissars at a execution, these men were down right mean, cold, and unlikable. Shuffling by he saw a few of his friends get onto a old rickety rowboat, the commissar holding a pistol, and one of the men they had to protect, Aleksandr Sokolov. Looking ahead he saw no one else on this breach that “Needed” To live. He sighed then was hugged close by Jackie, “It makes me sick!” She yelled, pointing to Stalingrad. The men around looked up to her, quite literally with her great advantage in her growth, “Look at it! The home of millions! The great city of the Volga! This old and honorable city reduced to...... Rubble. It makes me sick Comrades what the Germans have done to our people.” She looked at it darkly many others meeting where her eyes met to the orange blaze of the city. Even the commissars were looking over boredly at the orange blaze. A few men shivered, others gulped, but a few stood fires burning place of eyes. She immediately pulled Larnegin over and gathered those up with such fire in their hearts.
Janeson looked at Larnegin, “Hey Larns, whats up with Jackie?” He asked pointing up worriedly at the erect and angry figure next to them. The others she had gathered up were now walking onto a much bigger boat then that little rickety thing Sokolov had entered, what was probably a old tour boat or small cargo container. The commissar attached to the boat was watching them all, probably making sure no one ran at this last minute. And as they neared he prepared to speak, “Comrades, the rage you have in your eyes is shared by many! By all around you! By your comrades! By the people! By comrade Stalin and by your family even! You! And you! You all have it, even you private!” He pointed to Jacky who just stood looking at him interested.
“You are about to embark on the greatest moment in your lives! You have all been given the task to deny the enemy control of Stalingrad!” Suddenly a keening wail came from above, Ewwwwear “Stuka! STUKA!” The boat driver yelled from his cabin, everyone looked over as the plane straffed the boat punching holes in the hull and hitting several men, the commissar didn't even stop speaking, as he suddenly turned his gun at two men trying to flee, “Cowards and traitors will be shot!” The two men didn't enter the water alive as he continued on, “You will count! Not days! Not miles! You will count the number of germans you have killed Comrades! Not one step back!” Suddenly the whistle of artiliery could be heard, suddenly the water got even more choppy, and the view of Stalingrad ever closer, and the wrecks of previous boats with many bodies in the water, and the berth they were to go.
The speech to Larnegin sounded unpolished and terrible to his ears, the commissar was young looking and obviously needed more experience at oratory. But as they were shuffled off he saw that only Janeson, Jackie and himself had a rifle, with a patch in Russian on their shoulders that said, “1st shock troops.”
The little dock they entered held a fraction of its former glory, the single pier sticking out having once been several, but the others annhilated and turned to stumps and splinters from artillery fire. Many of his company didn't even bother wanting for the gang way to be placed down, much to the bemusement of the Commissar as many of them didn't even bother giving him a second look, just moving on with determination and surprisingly experienced step. Larnegin congregated with Janeson and Jacky at the rear of the pier waiting for the two squad force to lead first.
Over the clatter of boots hitting the ground, and the thunderous din of artillery crashing down and the chatter of heavy MG's, a commissar was speaking on top of some crates, “First man gets a rifle! Second man! Ammunition. When the first man goes down the second man takes the rifle and shoots!” That just made every one stop and look at him, again to the confusion, and now awkwardness of the man as nearly forty eyes beamed on him. Caraf approched first and got a rifle, before the man behind could get his clip Caraf took it and the poor sod it was destined too, “Stick with me boy. I'll find you a rifle and more.” The commissar didn't dare try to exact out judgement as everyone else seemed to be doing the same and he was not about to just execute a boat of new arrivals so quickly. Especially what seemed to be experienced stormtroopers. Although some conscripts were mixed in.
Larnegin made his way forward now, the last of the ammo and weapons running out despite the insane rationing. Things must be really bad here, not even PDF were given such subpar and limited equipment. He had seen fuedal soldiers more lavishly equipped then themselves. Getting into the once boardwalk he saw the makeshift triage center and awaiting soldiers who were undoubtably waiting to be sent to the meat grinder.
Larnegin heard the unworldly moans that only injured men could make, moans that made a man cry and wonder why war was neccessary. It certainly made him do so when he first came to be a soldier. The smell was god awful as well, the smell was strong with shit and slime from the cold and brine, mixed with dirty linen and fyceline and gunsmoke wafting down from the hell a few meters away.
“Hey Larns? You okay? You got that stare again.” Janeson asked worriedly, his voice no more then a whisper when fighting for the attention of so much around. Jacky was too busy worrying about herself, having to crouch the entire way due to her ungodly height. That would be a problem when they needed to get through a tight spot. “Da. Da I am. J- just the smell is all.” Instictively he wipped his nose, breath misting in the cold air and mucus starting to drip in the cold.
“Okay! First squad! Form up were going. You three! Concripts eh? Come with us we'll keep you alive as long as you do exactly as we say ya?” The conscripts didn't look eager to come, now seeing the hell they were in, but they also saw the look in tehjumpy commissars's eyes and they nodded, “Good, Igana watch over them will you? Jard, my comrade let us lead the way.” Commissar Jard smiled and pulled out his pistol and sword from their sash.
So they movedout, going to the T junction in the trench Caraf called out over the whistle of guns and the pound of the explosions, “Fire team spread! Four in each!” Immediately they grouped up, the conscripts doing as what their handler said, emphasized by a barely heard, “-or I'll shoot ya myself!” And like that Caref with Jard his adjutant, and finally the concript he told to stay close, ran forward up the sharp curve of the hill, in a renewed charge to enter the city with hundreds other brave Russian soldiers soon to die or live.
Larnegin had to charge right behind him, him leading his fire team of three since they were all armed. Charging up Jacky soon powered ahead of both him and Janeson with no effort at all, yelling out, “URA!” He didn't know where she got the energy or breath, as he clawed up on all fours almost and before he knew it he got to a flat surface and ran his head into soft mud, “Oomph.” Janeson chuckled, impossible to heard over the deafening bellow of war. Turning Larnegin over and dragging him up behind him, Larn quickly regained his wits and got up himself.
The trench would got to the left diagonally a good twenty meters, one part had been hit by a good shell and it was nothing ubt a crater now having water pool and turn the middle to a mire, but it was cover and compared to the poor fools just charging up they would live longer. Its like they were from Krieg, almost fearlessly charging up with no thought of their own lives.
“Come on you two! I'm not going to die from a stray shell because I'm waiting for your slow asses!” Jacky yelled back, barreling into a commissar who was too busy executing a retreating man to notice her, nearly getting crushed by her boots in the narrow passage. The commissar as he was on his back took aim at Jacky in blind rage, Larnegin shot him. “Lead by example!” He shouted at the dead man, taking the pistol and ammo. The man he shot had no weapon, he had been sent forward uselessly and now he lay dead, his family would likely never know how or if he died. He didn't give a second look to either body as they rushed to catch up to the speeding Jacky, who was now at the end of the trench waiting for the two prone in the mud.
It took twice as long for Janeson and Larnegin to get to Jacky. They had seen her fire three times with the rifle and now the MG fire pouring down seemed to lesson for a time, and when it resumed the fire was hesitant and inexperienced. When they got to her she had fired a forth and fifth time, finishing off the MG42s from firing until they were remanned by new teams. Adding a new clip, Jacky smiled back holding up her hand, fingers spread, “Five already! Beat that you slow pokes!” Grinning ear to ear she stood up fully erect, seemingly taller as well as she then charged forward, “URA! With ME comrades! To victory!” She yelled seemingly impossibly loud over the cacophony of war, charging forward a wall of living flesh 11 feet tall, a imposing force, inspiring as she went forward, machine gun fire exploding all around her, somehow, impossibly, all missing her.
Like a hero, Larnegin thought breathlessly, keeping pace desperately. And apparently thought like many more around. Nearly fifteen men in all they flocked to her, now cowering behind a big peice of destroyed wall, Jacky crouched behind it so her head wouldn't stick out, “Come with me men! I shall lead us to victory!” She laughed loudly, poping up, taking momentary aim and firing once more, apparently killing another as the Mg firing at them all stopped pouring down fire. The men around her all yelled out their support, “URA!” Now twenty voices yelled out, as more men flocked up, the repreive from the fire adding to their numbers now as the ones below seemed to sense the break in the line and began to charge up taking much less fire now from directly ahead.
Jacky smiled and winking at the out of breath Larnegin and Janeson, “Cover me, I'm 'nading the rest of those guns!” She shouted over the roar of war getting ready to make the final 10 meter dash to the factory facade and finish those guns permantly. Indeed it seemed they were already making a small diffrence, how this was all possible Larnegin had no idea but he wasn't complaining since he hadn't been shot yet.
“Got it. Okay everyone, rifle volley, into the building ahead!” “Which one?!” A conscript frantically yelled, terrified. Larnegin took him by the scruff and had him peek over the masonry slightly, “The one with tongues of fire coming out it!” He clarified, letting the boy go and getting ready to pop out the side of their cover, “Ready? 3! 2! 1! Fire! Lay it down!” He immediately snapped out around the brick wall and fired out, specifically aiming at the gun on the top floor.
Snaph! Click-clock, Snaph! Snaph! The guns coughed/growled out as the poorly equipped conscripts fired hasty shots out with their Nagants. Although they hit nothing, Larnegin was sure he did something, seeing the wood plank barricade they put on the front of the window splinter as the gun jerked up and stopped firing, only to resume after a brief moment. Despite it though it bought enough time for Jacky, as the powerful Kadeshian stormed forward, her rifle slung over her back and a RGO frag grenade in her hand, pin out and arming spoon clasped to the body of the grenade. Smashing into the wall back first she smiled at them all who were now hiding pitifully behind their chipping cover, the entire building firing right at them now.
With one hand she started to climb up the pockmarked and scorched factory. She could see just barely behind all the damage numbers painted in white and large. Now at the first story she was right next to the window, the ungodly noise deafening. With her hand still holding the grenade she slipped the grenade into the firing slit. She could barely hear over the din, “Shise! Gren-” The gun stopped firing as the users died in the pressure blast, turning the gunner's kidney into liquid, bursting his blood vessels in his right arm and leg, and shredding his side. His loader suffered a less painful fate, having seen the grenade enter he managed to jump back, a few steps out of the concussive blast wave, but was still riddled with shrapnel.
And one by one those 42's fell silent, as Jacky kept climbing up and over, clearing out the last two in the same fashion. Now on the roof she looked down to them and yelled, “URA!” That was all the signal the now fifteen men needed to charge into the thick of it once more.
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