Alright. I'm taking a huge leap of faith here. My first chapter is now up.


Background: The science of Fallout has many contradictions, but the world itself has many extreme curious tales of danger and adventure. This story follows the exploits of the most unfortunate, sorry bastard in all of the Enclave. Officer Wilhem.


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Odd orientations, methods on how to kill an Gretchin, and who the heck is the Emperor


Wilhem walked along the narrow corridors of Raven Rock, his proud uniform and weapon displaying his high status among the denizens of this large facility. Taking a route he had memorized his entire life, he walked down a small step of steel stairs into another nameless hallway, passing by the science observatory and the sleepless scientists working on their endless plans.


Wilhem scoffed and walked by them, only to stop and stare at Dr. Diana Floscan. He had known her his entire life, and he had grown very fond of her. Yet in his sorry little mind he never had the guts to ask her out.


" Wilhem, I had no idea you were supposed to be in the science department. Made any enemies lately?"


Wilhem sighed.


" No, I'm just on my way to Sector 3C. Colonel Autumn said he had me listed as a candidate for a new project. Hopefully I won't end up like Richardsons good'ol Frankie"

She then frowned at him

" I don't think you should really insult him, the men working in the field have a damn shrine erected for him in their barracks and they take their respect deeply. I don't know what they've been taking but I swear they'll beat you hard and cold if you mention him in a crude manner"

Wilhem remembered all the wonderous moments with Sigma squad and their antics.


" Savagery isn't my thing. But I'll take the advice. I'll be going now...."


" See you later Wilhem"

Wilhem took off to the next maze of corridors. Walking past the many barracks and quarters belonging to the civilians and soldiers of the Enclave armed forces.



Passing the next corner he reached Sector 3C in one piece. Opening the large containment door, he walked inside, only to hear the door clatter shut.


" What the?"


A voice on the nearby intercom rang


" Officer Wilhem. Colonel Autumn has dictated that you are to be shipped in for project momentum"

Wilhem stared in astonishment

" Wait, what? I didn't sign up as a lab rat!? I thought this was some kind of damn portal!"

" It is, but a rather special one. As you can see, the device infront of you is quite unstable, so I do suggest you stand still when it activates. Starting in one minute"


Wilhem stood idly in a very chilled posture. He had never felt so fearful of death until now.


" Activation, three, two, one, Godspeed Wilhem"


Wilhem looked as the odd looking device infront of him rang and pulsed with swathes of energy, sending shocks right through his body.


He then watched as his body began to disappear with the blue energy.


" This would have never happened at Black Mesa............." He muttered.

He then sparked out of the room.

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Segmentum Obscurus, Vraks

Local Imperial Time 21:34


Wilhem woke up to the smell of blood and ichor. He was looking into the dark grey sky of Vraks, wondering if the device did something wrong.

" I better not be in the wasteland............"

He then stood up only to see empty ground, torn up bodies of all kinds. Human bodies.


He looked around and wondered if these were Enclave soldiers. Picking up a small pace and walking around, he searched the body of one man and looked at his uniform.


Wilhem saw the a small symbol on the mans tunic, seeing eagle with two heads.

" An Aquila?"

He then turned the mans body over and looked at the helmet. The words were inscribed in Latin.

" Siege company Beta, Death Korps of Krieg?!"

Wilhem had a deep feeling in his stomach something was wrong when he stood and looked around again.

" Where the hell am I?"


Standing Idly in his clear uniform, he looked around to see a man in a red tunic and numerous medals pinned to a small plate of armor, black cap with another symbol of the Aquila on it, the man walked over to Wilhem and started screaming


" WHAT IN THE EMPERORS NAME ARE YOU DOING YOU BLOODY FOOL! YOU ARE AN IMPERIAL GUARDSMEN, AND WHY ARE YOU OUT OF UNIFORM, I COULD HAVE YOU EXECUTED FOR SUCH HERESY AGAINST THE GLORIOUS EMPEROR!!!!!!!!!!"


Wilhem stood there silent, not knowing what to say.


" I think you have the wrong guy, I'm an Enclave officer, Washington D.C division. You're probally a commander from Navarro, am I right?"

The Commisar looked at him in a crude manner


" YOU INGLORIOUS IDIOT!!! WHAT IN THE EMPERORS NAME IS THE ENCLAVE!!! HERETIC SECT!!?"

Wilhem stood again silent. He then got the horrible idea he had been transported somewhere much more far than Washington.


" Ah crap"


Before the Commisar could continue his rambling, the man pulled Wilhem to the floor and began to ring shots from his pistol. Wilhem stood on the floor idly as he heard the war cry of a monstrous sound. Hundreds of screams ready for blood.


Staring at the other end of the fog he was in, he saw hundreds of soldiers in the same dark uniform, gas masks and German esque helmets snuggled onto their heads. They started firing red shots of lasfire, an unfamiliar whir to what Wilhem was used to.


" What the.............."


Then he head the war-cry of orks. The most monstrous cry he hard in his life. Turning around to look, he saw as hundreds of green monsters charged the dark robed soldiers and smashed headlong into a clash with them.



Wilhem scrambled to his feet and stepped over the bodies to find a weapon of his liking. Taking a las-gun from one of the guardsmen, he then held it in his hands and began firing at the monstrous green figures.

The damage was more than worth the sight. The red gore coming from the monsters body rang out as each shot came out. Wilhem continued firing until the beast finally set it's body into the dirty mud of Vraks.


The man who had screamed at Wilhem rushed by, swinging a crackling electrical sword at the green monsters, chopping them to pieces.


Wilhem took aim again only to get tackled by a small green monster.


The little creature clawed at his uniform, doing no harm to the fastened leather.

Wilhem then smashed the butte of his rifle into it, instantly ringing the little life out of it.


Standing up, he continued watching as the battle rung on. Glaring in horror, he felt a slight tap against his shoulder.


A dark robed soldier looked at him.

" You must be the new guy they were talking about.....funny.......well........either way, guess the simple briefing is in place. Welcome to Vraks you unlucky bastard!"

The man then charged the line towards the green monsters, stabbing his bayonet and continuing the dance of death with the unknown beasts



Wilhem then walked around amidst the carnage, wondering in his head where he was.


" Vraks?"

Before Wilhem could truly comprehend the circumstances of which he was in, he looked around only to hear the sound of some kind of marching music, looking around him to see darkly painted tanks rolling onward.


" OH CRAP, I'M IN HELL!!!"

Wilhem then continued the tradition of old aristocrats, and began to scream and whine like a little girl while the roar of the tanks drowned them out.

Im a huge fan of GW and WH40k.

I probably would not normally support this. Ive read the novel your talking about and im not sure you can pull it off. That being said i will be waiting with baited breath. Ill reserve criticisms and scores for later in the piece. So far though, the lines are REALLY annoying and make it alot harder to read.

I personally think this is too warhammer heavy to be considered a straight warhammer fan-fic with WH40k elements.

Good Luck, Your definitely gonna need it
~DeadlySin.

(P.S. Games workshop is really good with their copyright laws so you wont be bothered about this. They are seriously the best caming company in regards to copyright.)

I love the Sigma Squad reference .

Heh. All I can say is that is certainly different to the usual FFs that we get here, and I am not saying that in a bad way.

I would like to see a few more people from Fallout introduce to at least keep it a bit more orientated to that game, but let's see how it goes.

I'm really grateful for the opinions guys.


This will help in the long run.


Now, it would have mad more sense to but Broucheroc in..................but whatever................................................



Did I mention that Officer Wilhem won't be the only one that is unlucky?

Could you perhaps get rid of that looooong dashed line? It's totally breaking the tables and I'd have to scroll back and forth to read your story I'm only in 1280x1024 over here!

Ro.: I can do that - better?

Alright. Next chapter is up!!!

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Meeting Commisar Vaughn, Lay of the land, Uncle Gorgutz's tea party



Wilhem continued screaming as he heard the tanks coming on in a rush. Ducking into a small crater, he layed down and covered his ears. The tanks drove through him, oblivious to his presence. He continued in his same posture until the sound was gun. But before he could celebrate, he heard the cannons blare. Running out of the crater, he ran back to where all the human trenches were layed about. Jumping into one of them, he hit the concrete with great force.


" I'm never going to listen to Colonel Autumn again........"

One of the dark robed soldiers looked at Wilhem in a small puzzled gaze. Wilhem looked at the soldier and smiled. Standing up to salute to the man, he quickly looked around the trench to see the other faces of the soldiers. The dark robed soldier laughed and looked at Wilhem , chuckling.

" So, what kind of officer are you? Where's your uniform? Don't tell me the department Munitorum started changing camo-designs again........"


Wilhem tried to find a answer to the mans question. He had never heard of the department of Munitorum, or whatever it was. Slowly sighing, he tried his best to sum up his story to the man.

" Let's just pretend that I come from another place and it's best not to ask WHY or HOW I got here...."

The man gazed at Wilhem again. He slowly raised his rifle and began wiping it with a nice set of tissues. He then walked over to another soldier in the trench and whispered into his ear. The duo of men then continued whispering and soon the whole of the trench firing team was gazing at Wilhem. But before they could say anything, they stood still and got back in a soldier like posture. Making a nice path, the same man in the great-coat Wilhem met earlier came towards him. It was the so called Commisar.

" Where is your uniform soldier? I thought I told you to see to it with the auxiliaries. And what uniform is that?"

Wilhem then looked at his uniform. A stark contrast from what the others were wearing. He slowly raised his head back up and looked at the man.


" Damn. I'm going to have to make a major explanation........... ID: 2342112 Officer Wilhem of the Enclave Armed forces. Washington D.C division, Cavalier squad, vertibird firing team Delta. That's all I can say for now"


The Commisar gazed at Wilhem in a disgusted manner. The man then pulled out a small device from his pocket and started dialing and putting his finger across the screen. He then shoved the panel into Wilhems face.

" The following ID number belongs to a Catachan soldier stationed in Segmentum Obscurus. You cannot have that number in your uniform. Let me see that..."

The man then grabbed Wilhems collar and started searching for a number. To no avail, the man grunted and continued his search. Wilhem stood while he was thouroughly scanned. Realizing this wasn't going to any use, he simply waited until the man stopped and raised his gun at Wilhems face.


" Oh shi......."


" What are you!!! Heretic? Xenos in disguise? Daemon? Damnit tell me!"

" What the heck is a daemon?"

The man gazed in astonishment

" By Terra, you must be a......... Arthur, take care of our guest....."

The man then walked away as one of the soldiers in the trench walked over to Wilhem.


" That's Commisar Vaugh. But for now, intro's are not in place. This won't hurt a bit"


" Wait....wha"

The soldier smacked his rifle into Wilhems face, knocking him over.
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Wilhem woke up, looking around him to see a large amount of lights illuminating him. He tried to stand up, but he felt a number of fastened cuffs around him. He was a prisoner, realizing it just now. One man similiar to the "Commisar" walked over to Wilhem. This man was different. He wore a blue coat and had a different set of medals and such attached to him. He then placed his gun on the table and took off his black gloves.

" I'm going to ask you only once. State your business on Vraks, now."


Wilhem looked around him and spit on the floor.


" Officer Wilhem of the Enclave Armed forces. I've already told you all I know. Any other information is a danger to national security...."

The man grabbed his pistol and slapped Wilhem across the face with it. He set it back down and grinned.

" Tell me who are you, or I will be forced to require a summary execution"

Wilhem's face grew white as he heard the words. He immediately ignored all Enclave set protocols and began to speak of how he had arrived, everything in his life was explained to the man.

3 hours later


The man stood up and set his gloves on his hands, shoved his pistol in his holster, and smiled towards Wilhem.


" I'll send someone you might recognize right up. Excuse me"


The man walked out a large steel door, leaving Wilhem to his own devices. Within moments of the depart, another person walked into the room with a number of armed escorts in tail. The man Wilhem recognized only as one of the many wastelanders from his travels across the wastes. He had never seen this one before. Red haired, Robco jumpsuit, and a very odd voice. Wilhem engaged in conversation with this person, only to receive a large number of requests and favors from it.

" Moira Brown, alright, what do you want"

" Oh hi, I was just dozing off on how to make Radroach meat edible......my bad.....do they have insta-mash in here?"

One of the men in the room, the same man in the blue coat, walked over to the table.

" This is nonsense!! Doe's she know of anything useful to the Imperium, is she even sane!"

Wilhem looked at the man while Moira continued blabbering on about Deathclaw babies.


" None at all. She's pretty much devoid of anything of use to us"


The man then screamed a large number of curses then raised his pistol at the jabbering lady.

" Um......I never said that was nece..........."

The shot rang out and Moira's brain matter fried or either flew onto the wall. The body slumped over.


" I will immediately contact the administratum and inform them of this discovery. You shall be escorted to your quarters while the rest assemble for the Gorgutz clan assault. Remain there at all times"


Wilhem looked confused

" Who is Gorgutz?"

The man casted a ice cold glare at Wilhem

" The only ork you would never want to meet"

Why would anyone want to meet an Ork? Dey haff da WAAAGGHH!

Oh and btw Gorgutz is already an Ork name in Warhammer 40k... I'm pretty sure he was in Dawn of War: Dark Crusade. Or it might've been sometin else, maybe in a book. But yeah Gorgutz definitely already exists. He's da big warboss wiff da powa claw an da bigass meltagun strapped onto his other arm.

Nice Enclave, very nice.

The Immortal fight, the laughter of thirsting gods, and the Ork race


Vraks, Imperatus city: Local Time 21:34

Segmentum C2

Campaign: Information void

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Wilhem woke up to the sound of gunfire and cannon shells. He had since grown accustomed to it. But he never quite understood the world, or universe, whatever, he was in. Before he could ponder what went wrong in the teleporter, a man in a white robe, higher than a super mutant overlord, came through the door in with a grim face.

" Follow me, Outworlder, you are just in-time for your indoctrination into the Imperial Guard. Whatever xenos you may be, you are still human, and we have the means of which to integrate you into his majesties glorious imperium"

Wilhem looked puzzled at the giant figure, trembling at the monstrous sight.

" I read about you guys, suicidal grutns, eh? Never taught us that in the Enclave....."

The man took no hesitation and dragged Wilhem off. He then slowly knocked the breath out of him, sending him into darkness once more.

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Vraks Frontline, Trenchline B2321, Death Korp of Krieg Regimental fusiliers



Wilhem stood up from the medical stretcher he was in and jumped out. His head began to fill in with dozens of thoughts. The likes he had never experienced or thought.

A man in a small black robe walked forward to Wilhem. Smiling at him, the man put a small magnoscope and started looking at Wilhem. When he finished, he put it away and took his smile away.

" Welcome to the Imperial Guard Wilhem. Everyone know's just who you are, and theres no need for introductions. I can see they put the uniform on you, so I'll quickly assemble your lasgun and bayonet mount"

Wilhem never even noticed that he had a gas-mask on like every other doomed man in the trench.

" What are my damn orders? And why do I know what your saying?"

The man paused

" We developed a special medical procedure that gave you the intelligence and information necessary to your induction. I hope it comes well to your aide"

The doctor left and began assembling equipment in some other room. Wilhem pondered on all the knowledge gained.

" Imperial Guard, huh, never thought I'd live to see myself return to grunt position. Damn you Autumn...........too bad no one knows what happened. Sigma squad probally misses flushing my toilet with plasma charges.....good riddance, damn the world. I guess this Immortal emperor is my new boss now........"

Wilhem sighed as the man returned with a weapon in hand. Wilhem grabbed the gear and left the room without a word. Creaking the metal door out of the inner trenches, he stepped outside into a procession of Guardsmen, followed by a Commisar giving an oration.

" Welcome Back off-worlder. I'm glad you could join us. As you all know, this man seems to be of un-natural origin. And for that, we are most blessed to have his experience on the field. But if ANY of you dare retreat, I will place a bullet in your sorry heretical head. Is that clear?"

The men in the line dared not speak another word other than "yes". Wilhem stood in position, moving towards the firing trench. Aiming his lasgun, he remembered all the information gained on current technology.
Lasgun MK.6

Your new weapon, issued from the Mechanicus, will prove you well in any field condition. Due to Imperial intent on fighting every possible front against the filthy xeno's, we must come up with a new weapon for such a glorious campaign. The lasgun you wield will never need a new powerpack, it will never jam, it has special materials disclosed by the admistratum to which it never freezes, burns in temperatures below searing hot, and it will never fail you in penetration. Commisiriat officers are also using the new Mk.12 laspistols from Cadia Firearms. Use of this weapon is limited to higher ranking offices only

Just as he finished thinking out the little memory bit, he heard a battle cry from the far end.


A soldier in the trench screamed

" ORKS ON THE LINES! FOR THE EMPEROR AND KRIEG!!"


Wilhem loaded up his lasgu with a single powerpack, hoping the statement fact would be true to word.

" I'll take my chances"

Wilhem then smiled as the ork tide approached him.

The crimson pool, grox meat, no more instamash




" ORK TIDE 30 METERS CLOSING!!! 20 METERS CLOSING!!!"


The man had finally stopped yelling when the orks came right infront of the trench. Wilhem took no hesitation and opened fire with his lasgun. Striking down two orks swiftly, he continued sending precise shots into the foul beasts.

Reminds me of the plasma pistol I had. Too bad that's gone.

He continued firing shot after shot, only serving to illuminate the shocked and almost gleeful faces of the dying orks. They continued the charge, undaunted by the most horrific form of casualties conceivable. The commisar of the trench line walked up, smile abroad, gun in hand, almost in a heroic pose.

" For the Emperor you dogs!"

The man then lifted a power sword into the air, activating a small rune icon and filling the blade with swathing pulses of energy. The rest of the trench moved up from their positions into a charging formation. Wilhem took a little while to get out of the walls. Once he did so, the Commisar made his intention clear.

" CHARGE!!!! IN NOMINE IMPERATOR!!"

The group of 60 men charged, Wilhem in the middle of the group, facing the utmost odds.

They continued charging, no stop to their war cries. But fire erupted from the nearby ork trenches, and men became gunned down as giant metal slugs ripped through their dark black uniform. The commisar continued charging, screaming his lungs out.


" This is where we die I guess....."

What song was it? Far off tunes, and a taste of Krieg

Wilhem fired his lasgun repeatedly until he jumped down into the enemy trench. Rolling over the wooden planks, an ork nob swung his axe at his rising head. Missing by only a few inches, the ork swung it again, only to lodge the axe into a wooden beam holding up the trench.


Wilhem smiled and shoved his bayonet into the orks face. Watching as the strained and muscled body slumped, covered in black , crude blood. Wilhem took another step towards the next ork. The fighting was brutal, and many of the krieg guardsmen fought fiercely, some getting cut down by blunt instruments, others getting shot to pieces at point zero range. Wilhem looked for an unsuspecting ork and shoved his bayonet into it's back. The thick green skin fought the bayonets impact off, leaving only a gaping wound, dripping ichor all over the ground.

" Show no mercy, and no respite! Fear MY WRATH!" The commisar shouted.

Wilhem payed no attention and continued jabbing at the orks back. Nothing would take it down. In a flash of quick instinct, Wilhem shoved his barrel hard against the orks head and blasted it's brains into ozone. The smell of it's blood never felt so satisfying until now. Wilhem smiled at his work and looked at the trooper he was supposedly going to save. The man was dead by then, his head smashed with the power of the orks axe.

" Damnit. Commisar! What do we do!" Wilhem said.

" Retreat!" Said a squirming little ammunition auxiliary. He had been caught up in the battle at the ork trench, carrying ammo while blindly falling in.

" Retreat is a sin you fool! Pay the price for heresy yourself!"

Wilhem watched as the boy ran, only to have a lasbolt rip across his chest and send him tumbling across the ground.

" Christ......"

Wilhem continued the fight with the rest of the regiment, putting up great pressure on the ork lines.

After two hours of long fighting, the orks had finally retreated. Wilhem breathed heavily through his gas mask as the men of the proud regiment cheered loudly. Sighing, he sat back down on the floor of the trench.
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Vraks

10th Army Headquarters, Hive city Velhas

Local time: 13:23


Wilhem sat down alone at his table, looking at the stinking pile of meat before him. It appeared almost identical to Brahmin meat, but it was more greasy. Poking his fork at it, it jiggled seamlessly. Summing up his courage, he took a small forkful of the meat and tasted it. Poultry, pickled poultry. He simply continued eating it, growing fond of the taste. Not long after his meal, a few guardsmen sat down at the same table with him. They all looked at him with curious eyes. One of the finally spoke up.

" So, what's your name, shiny?"

Wilhem looked at them, his meal gone interrupted.

" Wilhem. Officer Wilhem Drezden of the Enclave Armed forces, currently in service of the Emperors 10th Army, krieg command"

The small squad of guardsmen looked at him puzzled at his identification.

" Alright, well, put it in simple terms, you've got Private Kashr, big fellow, Corporal Skaeffer to your right, and me, Corporal Gunden, nicknames followed by order, Gunny, Snips, Sights. You got a nickname, shiny?"

Wilhem then began pondering a suitable response.

" They called me Crosshair, because of a few rather unpolite reasons"

The men burst into laughter. Gunden then looked up.

" Well, on other notes, your in our squad for the rest of this campaign, so welcome to the Death korps of Krieg!"

Wilhem drew out his own curiousity. " What's you Regimental motto?"

" Krieg unst Krieg"

" German dialect, am I right?"

" Low Gothic in our world, buddy"

Wilhem forgot he was in his new, unforgiving world. He simply drew out another sigh.

The men looked a little humble at his silence.

" Welcome to Fodder squad, you'll feel right at home! Come on, let's celebrate!!"

Wilhem spent the rest of his time drinking with his new comrades, unaware of his new destiny.

Orientations on a grisly death,the wonders of culture shock, and old friends

Gunden, Kashr, Skaeffer, and Wilhem all went running in utter haste at the sound of battle alarms. They had been sleeping inside of their fortified positions when the alarm rang. One word popped up in the mens minds. Orks. Wilhem eventually learned to despise the word. Gunden rushed ahead of the group, opening a two-part door. The sight inside the small corridor was mind boggling. Dozens upon dozens of men of all different units were gathering in here, exchanging words of relief, orders, and deployments.

" Wilhem!" Called Commisar Vaughn.

Wilhem was suprised to see the man knew his name. Turning from his squad, he ran over to the dark capped man.

" Sir, Wilhem Drezden reporting for duty" Throwing a sharp salute to add.

" Wilhem, your squad is being sent towards the industrial district to fight off a small strike force of Ork commando's. This goes for all newcomers, do not destroy the industrial equipment. All who fail to abide will be executed. Now get your ass moving."

Wilhem simply nodded and trailed behind the already panting Kashr. They both eventually caught up with Gunden and Skaeffer. When they did, they looked at the large dock they were sitting in. Large openings gave berth to enormous cargo ships, bearing the Imperial Aquila on each one. Gunden stepped over to a small cog crew and started asking numerous questions. One of the men pointed to the third largest ship in the port, and shouted. Gunden ran back up to the group, pulling everyone by the neck.

" Get your sorry Krieg butt's moving! The ship is leaving in T-minus 40 seconds!"

Wilhem picked up his pace as he heard the roar of the ships main engines roaring out large volumes of superheated air. Eventually they made it in time, only for their platoon commisar to yell at them, and shove them into their seats.

In the background, the ship's servitor echoed it's droned voice through the ships adamantium hull dully.

" Prepare for launching. All hands please be seated"
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Hive Valhas, Industrial district

Wilhem panted heavily as the ship crashed to the earth.

" What the hell happened, someone give me a damn status report!" Was one of among many remarks made by the platoon's already furious Commisar.

Wilhem unstrapped his seat, jumping from his small chair, grabbing his las-rifle and heading for the nearest exit when he heard a small voice call out.

" Help.......he......."

Wilhem turned around to see both Kashr and Gunden trying to pull out Skaeffer from beneath a loading ramp. Wilhem ran towards them and put his fingers under the cold steel, pulling with all his might. The platform slowly gave rise, and Kashr dragged out Skaeffer from the wreck of the ship.

" Let's get the hell out of here and charging!" Skaeffer remarked.

The squad readied itself and charged where the majority of the platoon was heading. Running like lightning, the men jumped into the familiar sight of a trench, readying their weapons and firing volleys at a titanic cloud of mist. Large, orkish, cries of pain could be heard, all to the grim satisfaction of the men in the trenches.

Wilhem gazed at the display of light , smiling, knowing he was contributing with his own weapon of death. The battle raged on for many hours, and more men left the trench to charge, never to return. The main force continued it's show of courage when the commisar declared a charge against the enemy lines. But everyone knew the drill, and they all continued standard protocol as they ran towards their deaths.

Eventually, Wilhem and his squad reached the ork lines, firing wildly with a massive bloodlust buried in their insane eyes. Full of fury, Wilhem charged the nearest ork. Big mistake.
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Ork Oddboy Mando was charging up his warp cannon when he saw one of the humans charging him. He had a bloodshot look, and Mando was used to this.

" Ain't nothing but grot stuff in the end! You'z gonna's lik my cannon's boom!"

Mando aimed his weapon at Wilhem. Charging up insane amounts of warp energy in his gun, he fired a large stream of blue, streaking energy.

" Boom"
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Wilhem saw as the nearest ork fired a blue streak of what appeared to be plasma at him. Knowing he had no chance of surviving, he simply clenched his lasgun and awaited death.
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Raven Rock, Washington D.C, "Capital Wasteland"


Colonel Autumn was busy shuffling his many papers, reports, and briefings.

"Incompetent fools" He mumbled.

Continuing his shuffling, he began to think about the experiment he conducted a few months ago. That poor fool, Wilhem, was never going to make it. But he pondered.

As if being answered by god himself, a giant blue portal appeared in-front of Colonel Autumn to his amazement, and out came flying Wilhem, screaming like a girl until he crashed into the Colonel.


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Holy Crap!



Thats all I got to say.

Hmmm..... I like it. I like it a lot, actually. You've got a good sentence structure, to keep things flowing. You've got just enough detail that it's not just a blank page of talk etc. etc. and you seem to really like Warhammer 40k, just like me!

Only problems, are some grammatical errors here and there. But nothing I would freak or worry about.

When in your in the frozen north of America, it pay's to have mittens when your typing...............



On other hands. Thanks!

Hey, I am an IG player to the core.

Ah, that's the advantage of being here in the south. Though from time to time, keys do get stuck from the moisture. lol

Nice, I'm a fan of the IG myself. I can't wait for the next one.

Thanks.


Thanks formally goes to all who have atleast taken the time to critic and reply.



This will insure continued chapters, and enhanced fiber mittens for better grammar!

this was sweet i loved the end