Author's Note

Sorry for the wait, and the fact that i've been skipping around in chapters. My goal is that eventually there are some epic battle scenes, and everything converges in a much smaller time scale. I hope you understood all that, thanks for reading, sorry again for the delay, and enjoy some imperial guard.

The Guard

Competence on the battlefield is a myth.
The side which screws up next to last wins, it's as simple as that.

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A green tide surged over the hills outside the sanctuary once known as Ponyville. The roar rose from the sea of belligerent orks, and shook the ground beneath the rioting ponies. Just then there was a ring of flame that appeared in a ring enclosing the walls of the town and vanished as soon as it touched the ground leaving nothing but slightly distorted air.

"WAAAAAAAAAGH!" came the battle cry once more as the bloodthirsty brutes reached the wall and started firing. Of course, being irks, they were to blinded by the need to kill that the dimwits failed to notice the psychic shield, and their internal systems overloaded as they ran head first into the shimmering dome.
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The dropship hurtled towards little more than a clearing in the forest. Why the Deathwatch couldn't make a proper landing pad was beyond you, especially since they had built a pretty secure looking stronghold not more than a kilometer away. Of course the armor had gotten here first, as was plain to see rom the bane blade looking very imposing by the main entrance, and the earth shakers atop rockcrete towers. This was of course a very rare opportunity for any imperial guard regiment, let alone for the 17th Tyrant Shredders. Even being a commissar for the regiment, you hardly know anything about the peculiar organization of soldiers. They do not talk of their home world, and are now completely space bound. The little amount that anyone outside the higher ranks of the administratum knew, was that their home world was besieged by tyranids and was destroyed by an exterminatus. Their is given by their somewhat unorthodox use of modified lightening claws produced only by the engineers attached to the regiment, and they specialize in the killing of xenos. The engines screamed, and the dropship shook with enough strength as to vibrate the bones in your body. The ship had finally touched ground.

"Everyone out." Came the pilots voice in the commbead.

All of the troopers stood up, still talking happily as is the usual when entering a peaceful area. Suits of black and green flak armor entered the sunlight, and you realized it was a mistake to wear the greatcoat. Outside the air conditioned environment of the dropship the heat felt like it was burning. Stripping the greatcoat, the heat died down immediately, going from sweltering, to annoying. The heavy weapons specialist came out behind you, hauling an auto cannon like a mover would haul furniture. The air screamed once again, as the dropship rose, the heavy weapons team stumbled in the force of it, and the aircraft was gone.

"Everyone in formation!" Shouted Sergeant Valerian

Valerian was a very relaxed man generally, remembering the pains of training, the irritation of having every superior to so much as glance at you, call you filth. Unfortunately, when the good sergeant was watched by others with differing opinions on how he should control his soldiers he became the strictest man in the galaxy, checking for everything including the most minor uniform infraction. So strict in fact that it was well known amongst the Tyrant Shredders that his squad was a nightmare to be in. Most of this attitude had rubbed of quite easily on you, considering that you studied under Commissar Cain himself, and firmly believed in the hero's suggestion of not shooting any wayward soldier who decided to be a smart ass. In fact you were a quite rare breed of Commissar who tended to socialize with the soldiers of the regiment you were attached to.

"Forward!" Valerian yelled.

2nd Squad of the 3rd Company started to march towards the base in lockstep, with the marching bands of the other companies playing up the road.

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The ground-shaking WAAAGH! slowly died down as the orks slowly got it through their thick skulls that they couldn't storm the walls. There were hundreds of variations of "What do we do boss?" and "Shut it ya bloody squig lover!" And suddenly a massive metal monstrosity shoved his way to the peak of the hill, sending orks flying in all directions.

"Alright boyz! Wots da hold up!?"

"Sorry Warboss Bloodklaw, but da boyz can't get through the wall thingy."

"Wot?"

"Look fer herself boss." The Nob said prior hurling a gretchin at the wall, it turned into ash just before it touched the rockcrete.

"Can ya fix this git?" The Warboss growled.

"No boss." The Nob's voice trembled.

"Well get me someone who can, ya filthy humie lovin, stupid as a squib, gretchin!"

The black, scrap metal, power klaw attached to the right arm of the war boss's mech-like body, swung down and split the massive nob from crotch to topknot in a second. Ichor and gore spilled everywhere, and showered a number of green skins in blood and guts. The crowd started to part after this, all to reveal an ork slightly taller than a normal nob, dressed in a large cloak covering almost all of the greenskin, carrying a scepter made of scrap metal.

"I think I can fix this." The ork said with an eloquence rarely scene in their kind.

"Then do it!" Bloodklaw yelled in frustration.

"First, I need to sacrifice some of the boyz."

"Yeah? And who are you to order my boyz around?"

"Boss, I fink he's one a dem weirdboyz."

There was a brilliant flash of green lightening, and the unfortunate nob was a pile of ash on the floor arcing with green electricity.

"That should do."

The pile of ash started to rise, and spread, slowly forming a cloud of conductive ash fire bolts of sickly green everywhere, with the crack of superheated air. It continued to rise and spread until it looked over everything for miles, and the only arcing was between the particles. Then, as if a sudden decision was made all the electricity was gone, and a second later the hooded ork started softly laughing. The laugh rose in volume, and talk between other irks died down as they all started to stare.The laugh rose up to an insane mans cackle, and was suddenly drown out by an ear shattering boom. Every individual particle of ash fired a lash of the blinding green lightening, all of which centered at a singular point in the psychic dome. The point of the dome collapsed in dark green fire, and it spread. It spread across the invisible bowl of energy, consuming it until there was audible screaming coming from inside the walls. The ork horde slowly started towards the rockcrete wall, and when one of them laid a hand on it, he let out the ork's famous bellow.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

Seconds later the whole horde was screaming , rockets were flying, engines were revving, and ork weapons were chattering. Green hide was pouring over the wall, and in the sky purple and green lightening was clashing.