Soldier of the Imperium
Posted: 2004-06-10 01:04am
Soldier of the Imperium
Leighton White
(Disclamer-Warren Zevon wrote and sung Rolland the Headless Thompson Gunner)
ALL SOLDIERS PREPARE FOR COMBAT
ALL SOLDIERS PREPARE FOR COMBAT
ALL SOLDIERS PREPARE FOR COMBAT
Jackie ran down the Hallway until she reached the Armouring locker, along with dozens of other Marines. Those five chilling words were played over and over again across the Intercom. It was her forth drop, and the second one on this planet. Her squad, the Novan Nashers were prepping
for battle. She was in a mix of fear and excitement and was ready to do what was required of
her.
Like everyone else, she had to strip down to her undies to get the body suit on. A young man with a familiar voice let out two words quickly as he ran by Jackie’s changing alcove “Nice Ass”
Jacky got a bit mad, “Steve, consider yourself lucky that I...”
“You two, Cut that Shit out or I will personally take the butt of a rifle to both of your heads!”Lieutenant Zor yelled out, letting everyone know that there has been an argument “Now get those suits on and be Quiet about it!”
“Yes sir” She muttered while sticking her B.N.C. pants on. As she put on the rest of her battlegear, she grumbled a few things about the LT and Steve. Zor was ok, for an LT that is, If you managed to get through one mission without dying while doing a decent amount of damage,
you earned his respect. Before that, he is LT Zorian and after that, he’s Zor.
When she finished, she ran in her full battle suit to the armoury, grabbed a ZX-23 with grenade launcher, seven clips, a glidepack, grappler, a sword, a few hand grenades, a few needles and a pair of Demos. Her only thought was wether it would be enough to do the job and get her back up with a beating heart. At that moment, it was a pounding Jackhammer. She was the third on the Nasher’s E Room, Bill and Zor beat her. She knew that he was fast, Bill was the quickest person to get anything done in the entire squad, but you would never had guessed it by looking at his build, he was always “a tad overweight”. It was easier to believe that Zor had beaten her. Zor knew that there was a drop that day and when it was also. Jackie took a seat on the bench next to Bill. Zor stood up with his back to her, his hands holding themselves. The rest of the squad arived, Vaarok, Tailor, Steve, Arioch, Jax, Luke, Wong, Sam, Bio, Angus and Ted.
Within seconds after everyone got to the E Room, Zor sharply turned around with the inhuman turning speed reserved for Ballet Dancers, acrobats and Lieutenants. “TEN HUT!!” With those two short words, every soldier in the room stood up as erect as Humanly possible. Truth be told,
they would have done it with just the turn. A holographic globe appeared beside Zor and he began to pace back and forth. “Alright, Now those men up there at ComCon say that there is a Rumie armour Depot somewhere in this city” He pointed at a small speck on the Southern
Continent somewhere around the 50th parallel of Latitude “It’s been supplying weapons to a Rumie Guerilla force that has worked it’s way well into the city. Now our job is to do three things, one, Destroy the Ammo Depot, two, weed out any Rumies that we come across and Three, if possible capture one of them live for the Psi Ops. The Cowboys and Blood Drags will
provide a General killing attack to confuse those four armed sons of bitches, and we will look
like we’re on a General Killing attack.. DO YOU GET ME!?”
“WE GET YOU, SIR!”
Zor did something he Rarely did, cracked a grin “Ok men, Let’s give ‘em Hell!” With that, the whole squad ran into the open dropship hatch. There were two other Squads inside, the BDs and the Cowboys. Jackie strapped herself in, right between Zor and Tailor. The hatch closed. BANG!
An explosion went off in the distance, setting Jackie’s nerves on end. Seven seconds later BANG! another one, closer. Her nerves were jumping again even higher, then another BANG! Really close, her face went into shock for a second. BANG! loud, and accompanied by a sharp
jolt.
Buzzing filled her helmet “This is your friendly pilot speaking, we just separated from the Dublin and are now on an Express trip to hell. Please refrain from Breakfast blasting while aboard. Hope you enjoy your drop, and I really do hope we do this again, Over! Bsszzt!” Jackie and a few other of the Nashers found enough dark humour in herself to let out the faintest of giggles. Zor closed his eyes and began tapping his foot. Jackie was the first to take notice as he began to sing, but the rest were quick to follow.
“Roland was a Warrior, From the land of the midnight Sun,
Witha Thompson gun for Hire, Fighting to be Done.
The Deal was made in Den-mark, ona dark and Stormy day,
So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray.
Through Sixdy six and seven, They fought the Congo War,
Fingers on there Triggers, Knee Deep in Gore.
For days and Nights they battled the Batu to there knees,
They killed to ern there livin’, and to help out the Kongoesse.”
As he sang, The whole squad listened, LT Zor found singing relaxing and he was pretty damn
good.
“Roland the Thompson Gunner”
Jacky then decided to sing along “Roland the Thompson Gunner”
“His comrades fought beside ‘im, Van Owen and the Rest, But of all the Thompson Gunners, Roland was the best.So the CIA Desid...” Zor and Jacky were cut short by a Loud CLANK! and the Flash of Natural
light as the Hatch opened.
“Folks, This is your Friendly Pilot, you’ve arrived , now go outside and raise some hell for me.”
Zor responded “Get out of this Tub People!”with that, All three squads ran out to see the badly damaged city scape. The multi Kilometre tall sky scrapers had been pounded with rockets from the Drop podders during the first attack. Most of the Population had retreated outside the city. The Sewage system was busted. A handful of Nerve gas grenades had been tossed around. Those Drop podders were great when it came to crushing large numbers of well established enemies, buildings and causing general mayhem. Now it was time for the UC Marines to clean up the enemy forces that got into the nooks and crannies. The other two squads had already begun to Spider man and Squirrel there way across the city, shooting a few bullets in the air. Their mission was just to lay general chaos about.
“Arioch, Wong, Luke go north! Bill, Tailor, Jax will take the high ground and provide cover fireto anyone nearby. Bio, Ted, Angus and Sam will scout out! Me, Vaarok, Jacky and Steve will scower the low levels! If you see a Rumie, Shot it. If you can get it in the leg, do it. See a group
of them, Frag ‘em! Get in a tight scrape, use your adaptive to confuse ‘em, then shoot em! Set up Demo Charges at support beams with minute delays, that will get there notice or my name ain’t
Mike L. Zorian! Nashers Go!”
The Rest of the Squad followed Zor “NASHERS GO!” and they were off. Jackie, Steve, Vaarok and Steve then jumped off the ledge. Jacky could only say one word that she learned from her Highschool Mythology class.
“YEEHAW!”
Zor the looked at her with a Lieutenant’s grin “Damn Strait Private!” Zor pulled his ripcord, A pair of Synthetic wings came from his Glider pack and latched onto his arms. Half a second later, Jacky, Steve and Vaarok were gliding. It gave Jackie a good sharp jolt that unsettled her
stomach for a second, but it passed. She knew that it was better than the alternative. For a minute they glided down, then landed lightly. The wings were each a good 3 metres long. They retracted them, and set off on foot.
Down there it was pitch black, full of garbage with a knee deep pool of raw sewage. Their helmets protected them from foul odour and their IR systems made up for the lack of light. Not that it didn’t give you a bit of the Jumps. They slowly trudged through the crap. Moving in quick
bursts from cover to cover and they were always looking for something to shoot. They split up. and while they were no further than 300 metres from each other at all times, navigating the mess was no picnic. For seventeen minutes, Jackie and the gang saw nothing moving but Waste
Raiders and Night Flyers. Then Jackie heard grunting, a lot of grunting. She then peered her rifle muzzle ever so slowly from behind a building. Using her scope hook up she counted them and
then she heeded the words of her Drill Sargent, “Exhale, and Squeeze”. With that, a storm of Hyper velocity bullets filled the air for a second and then cut off. She hit her Radio “Jackie to
Zor”
“Yes Jackie?”
“Got five dead Rumies here. I think we should go North by North East. Lock onto my position and bring Vaarok and Steve with ya!”
“Jacky, soon I will have to obey your orders, Zor Out!”
Jacky knowing she had trouble coming, decided to load her Grenade launcher. She took out a Frag shell but just as she was about to put it in, it slid out from between her fingers. The words
‘Stupid me’ played through her head over and over again. As she knelt down to pick up the Grenade, THWACK! A bullet flew but a few centimetres over her head. A Rumar soldier had taken up a catwalk as a snipers point a few hundred metres away. Every hair on her head went on
end and she jumped into the Shit, and blasting away at the Rumaur while crawling around. While she did not hit that Son of a Bitch, she did prevent him from shooting at her. For the Next minute it was her blazing away at the Rumaur with her gun and the Rumaur trying to get a clean shot.
Then her clip went empty, and a rush of fear and stress went threw her. The Rumaur took notice and brought his rifle to bear, but just as he was about to pull the trigger, BAM! A flashbang grenade fired from her grenade launcher went off next to him. He fell down, stunned and
wiggling. She walked towards him, taped his hands together and turned on her radio. “Zor I got a Pris..”
“GRA’TAST!” a shrill, inhuman voice said, cutting her off. Jacky put her hands up in the air. She turned around and saw a pair of Rumaur soldiers pointing a pair of assault rifles at her. One of them walked towards her, then suddenly, they were torn to bits by automatic fire.
Her radio turned on “Private Steven Robertson to your rescue!”
“And Vaarok too!” Those two boys came out from behind an downed air car.
Jackie let out a relieved smile “Ok, you two, stop playing knight in power armour and get this stupid thing out of here.”
Vaarok smiled “Ok, Jackie” as he went to the taped Rumaur, Jabbed it with a trank and picked it
up.
“Zor, as I was saying, I have captured one of their soldiers.”
“Good Job, Jackie!” Zor replied over the Radio with much enthusiasm “One of these days, youwill get your own squad for this, and I just blew up about thirty crates of ammo and guns!Nasher’s fall back!” Jackie locked onto the Dropship’s co ordinates, pulled out her grappler
pistol, fired it up at a catwalk and retracted it. She was pulled right up to the catwalk, were she fired it again, Bukyfibre cables were always useful in these sentries. In seven minutes, she had
ascended 300 metres, and Steve and Vaarok were close behind. She began to Spiderman. She fired her cable at a beam or something, then flung herself on the cable a good 40 to 120 metres, After a few minutes she was at the dropship with the rest of the guys from the three other squads, save for Steve and Vaarok. A few seconds latter Vaarok landed right next to the Dropship and Steve did a second after Vaarok. Vaarok tossed the bound Rumaur to Zor, who picked him up and put him in the ship.
Jackie walked over and grabbed the two guys by the shoulder “When we get back, I am buying you two, beers!”
Vaarok smiled at Jackie “That is the best idea I’ve heard all day!”
Steve also Smiled “You’re the be...” A big THWACK! was heard. Steve collapsed, and Jacky Turned around and saw a Rumaur solder with a rifle pointed her. It seamed like it was the end. The Rumaur exploded into a yellow mess as Zor blasted it with his rifle. She looked at the
wound, a nasty blast into the Flesh. Blood was seeping out of the hole, he was alive, but knocked out. She strapped some tape onto the wound, and pulled him in.
On the way up, it was dreary, Zor did not sing and everyone just stood there. Vaarok was saying things like “Hold in there buddy” and “You will live to see another drop”. When they got back to the Dublin, Medical crews rushed him to sickbay, Vaarok at his side as they cut him out of his armour. Jacky just waited outside sickbay door, fiddling with her fingers and hoping for the best, waiting for the news. Vaarok was fearing the worst and Zor was banging his head against the door thinking. An hour latter, a Nurse came out with a grim look on her face.
“I am sorry” she said with an ashamed tone of voice. “We did all we could, it just was not enough.” With that, Vaarok broke to tears. He had been friends with Steve since day one of the
academy.
Jackie walked into the sickbay, and towards the lifeless body that was Steve. “You’re right Steve,” She muttered while tears gathered in her eyes “I do have a nice ass.” She then kissed him lightly on his forehead, and walked away.
Leighton White
(Disclamer-Warren Zevon wrote and sung Rolland the Headless Thompson Gunner)
ALL SOLDIERS PREPARE FOR COMBAT
ALL SOLDIERS PREPARE FOR COMBAT
ALL SOLDIERS PREPARE FOR COMBAT
Jackie ran down the Hallway until she reached the Armouring locker, along with dozens of other Marines. Those five chilling words were played over and over again across the Intercom. It was her forth drop, and the second one on this planet. Her squad, the Novan Nashers were prepping
for battle. She was in a mix of fear and excitement and was ready to do what was required of
her.
Like everyone else, she had to strip down to her undies to get the body suit on. A young man with a familiar voice let out two words quickly as he ran by Jackie’s changing alcove “Nice Ass”
Jacky got a bit mad, “Steve, consider yourself lucky that I...”
“You two, Cut that Shit out or I will personally take the butt of a rifle to both of your heads!”Lieutenant Zor yelled out, letting everyone know that there has been an argument “Now get those suits on and be Quiet about it!”
“Yes sir” She muttered while sticking her B.N.C. pants on. As she put on the rest of her battlegear, she grumbled a few things about the LT and Steve. Zor was ok, for an LT that is, If you managed to get through one mission without dying while doing a decent amount of damage,
you earned his respect. Before that, he is LT Zorian and after that, he’s Zor.
When she finished, she ran in her full battle suit to the armoury, grabbed a ZX-23 with grenade launcher, seven clips, a glidepack, grappler, a sword, a few hand grenades, a few needles and a pair of Demos. Her only thought was wether it would be enough to do the job and get her back up with a beating heart. At that moment, it was a pounding Jackhammer. She was the third on the Nasher’s E Room, Bill and Zor beat her. She knew that he was fast, Bill was the quickest person to get anything done in the entire squad, but you would never had guessed it by looking at his build, he was always “a tad overweight”. It was easier to believe that Zor had beaten her. Zor knew that there was a drop that day and when it was also. Jackie took a seat on the bench next to Bill. Zor stood up with his back to her, his hands holding themselves. The rest of the squad arived, Vaarok, Tailor, Steve, Arioch, Jax, Luke, Wong, Sam, Bio, Angus and Ted.
Within seconds after everyone got to the E Room, Zor sharply turned around with the inhuman turning speed reserved for Ballet Dancers, acrobats and Lieutenants. “TEN HUT!!” With those two short words, every soldier in the room stood up as erect as Humanly possible. Truth be told,
they would have done it with just the turn. A holographic globe appeared beside Zor and he began to pace back and forth. “Alright, Now those men up there at ComCon say that there is a Rumie armour Depot somewhere in this city” He pointed at a small speck on the Southern
Continent somewhere around the 50th parallel of Latitude “It’s been supplying weapons to a Rumie Guerilla force that has worked it’s way well into the city. Now our job is to do three things, one, Destroy the Ammo Depot, two, weed out any Rumies that we come across and Three, if possible capture one of them live for the Psi Ops. The Cowboys and Blood Drags will
provide a General killing attack to confuse those four armed sons of bitches, and we will look
like we’re on a General Killing attack.. DO YOU GET ME!?”
“WE GET YOU, SIR!”
Zor did something he Rarely did, cracked a grin “Ok men, Let’s give ‘em Hell!” With that, the whole squad ran into the open dropship hatch. There were two other Squads inside, the BDs and the Cowboys. Jackie strapped herself in, right between Zor and Tailor. The hatch closed. BANG!
An explosion went off in the distance, setting Jackie’s nerves on end. Seven seconds later BANG! another one, closer. Her nerves were jumping again even higher, then another BANG! Really close, her face went into shock for a second. BANG! loud, and accompanied by a sharp
jolt.
Buzzing filled her helmet “This is your friendly pilot speaking, we just separated from the Dublin and are now on an Express trip to hell. Please refrain from Breakfast blasting while aboard. Hope you enjoy your drop, and I really do hope we do this again, Over! Bsszzt!” Jackie and a few other of the Nashers found enough dark humour in herself to let out the faintest of giggles. Zor closed his eyes and began tapping his foot. Jackie was the first to take notice as he began to sing, but the rest were quick to follow.
“Roland was a Warrior, From the land of the midnight Sun,
Witha Thompson gun for Hire, Fighting to be Done.
The Deal was made in Den-mark, ona dark and Stormy day,
So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray.
Through Sixdy six and seven, They fought the Congo War,
Fingers on there Triggers, Knee Deep in Gore.
For days and Nights they battled the Batu to there knees,
They killed to ern there livin’, and to help out the Kongoesse.”
As he sang, The whole squad listened, LT Zor found singing relaxing and he was pretty damn
good.
“Roland the Thompson Gunner”
Jacky then decided to sing along “Roland the Thompson Gunner”
“His comrades fought beside ‘im, Van Owen and the Rest, But of all the Thompson Gunners, Roland was the best.So the CIA Desid...” Zor and Jacky were cut short by a Loud CLANK! and the Flash of Natural
light as the Hatch opened.
“Folks, This is your Friendly Pilot, you’ve arrived , now go outside and raise some hell for me.”
Zor responded “Get out of this Tub People!”with that, All three squads ran out to see the badly damaged city scape. The multi Kilometre tall sky scrapers had been pounded with rockets from the Drop podders during the first attack. Most of the Population had retreated outside the city. The Sewage system was busted. A handful of Nerve gas grenades had been tossed around. Those Drop podders were great when it came to crushing large numbers of well established enemies, buildings and causing general mayhem. Now it was time for the UC Marines to clean up the enemy forces that got into the nooks and crannies. The other two squads had already begun to Spider man and Squirrel there way across the city, shooting a few bullets in the air. Their mission was just to lay general chaos about.
“Arioch, Wong, Luke go north! Bill, Tailor, Jax will take the high ground and provide cover fireto anyone nearby. Bio, Ted, Angus and Sam will scout out! Me, Vaarok, Jacky and Steve will scower the low levels! If you see a Rumie, Shot it. If you can get it in the leg, do it. See a group
of them, Frag ‘em! Get in a tight scrape, use your adaptive to confuse ‘em, then shoot em! Set up Demo Charges at support beams with minute delays, that will get there notice or my name ain’t
Mike L. Zorian! Nashers Go!”
The Rest of the Squad followed Zor “NASHERS GO!” and they were off. Jackie, Steve, Vaarok and Steve then jumped off the ledge. Jacky could only say one word that she learned from her Highschool Mythology class.
“YEEHAW!”
Zor the looked at her with a Lieutenant’s grin “Damn Strait Private!” Zor pulled his ripcord, A pair of Synthetic wings came from his Glider pack and latched onto his arms. Half a second later, Jacky, Steve and Vaarok were gliding. It gave Jackie a good sharp jolt that unsettled her
stomach for a second, but it passed. She knew that it was better than the alternative. For a minute they glided down, then landed lightly. The wings were each a good 3 metres long. They retracted them, and set off on foot.
Down there it was pitch black, full of garbage with a knee deep pool of raw sewage. Their helmets protected them from foul odour and their IR systems made up for the lack of light. Not that it didn’t give you a bit of the Jumps. They slowly trudged through the crap. Moving in quick
bursts from cover to cover and they were always looking for something to shoot. They split up. and while they were no further than 300 metres from each other at all times, navigating the mess was no picnic. For seventeen minutes, Jackie and the gang saw nothing moving but Waste
Raiders and Night Flyers. Then Jackie heard grunting, a lot of grunting. She then peered her rifle muzzle ever so slowly from behind a building. Using her scope hook up she counted them and
then she heeded the words of her Drill Sargent, “Exhale, and Squeeze”. With that, a storm of Hyper velocity bullets filled the air for a second and then cut off. She hit her Radio “Jackie to
Zor”
“Yes Jackie?”
“Got five dead Rumies here. I think we should go North by North East. Lock onto my position and bring Vaarok and Steve with ya!”
“Jacky, soon I will have to obey your orders, Zor Out!”
Jacky knowing she had trouble coming, decided to load her Grenade launcher. She took out a Frag shell but just as she was about to put it in, it slid out from between her fingers. The words
‘Stupid me’ played through her head over and over again. As she knelt down to pick up the Grenade, THWACK! A bullet flew but a few centimetres over her head. A Rumar soldier had taken up a catwalk as a snipers point a few hundred metres away. Every hair on her head went on
end and she jumped into the Shit, and blasting away at the Rumaur while crawling around. While she did not hit that Son of a Bitch, she did prevent him from shooting at her. For the Next minute it was her blazing away at the Rumaur with her gun and the Rumaur trying to get a clean shot.
Then her clip went empty, and a rush of fear and stress went threw her. The Rumaur took notice and brought his rifle to bear, but just as he was about to pull the trigger, BAM! A flashbang grenade fired from her grenade launcher went off next to him. He fell down, stunned and
wiggling. She walked towards him, taped his hands together and turned on her radio. “Zor I got a Pris..”
“GRA’TAST!” a shrill, inhuman voice said, cutting her off. Jacky put her hands up in the air. She turned around and saw a pair of Rumaur soldiers pointing a pair of assault rifles at her. One of them walked towards her, then suddenly, they were torn to bits by automatic fire.
Her radio turned on “Private Steven Robertson to your rescue!”
“And Vaarok too!” Those two boys came out from behind an downed air car.
Jackie let out a relieved smile “Ok, you two, stop playing knight in power armour and get this stupid thing out of here.”
Vaarok smiled “Ok, Jackie” as he went to the taped Rumaur, Jabbed it with a trank and picked it
up.
“Zor, as I was saying, I have captured one of their soldiers.”
“Good Job, Jackie!” Zor replied over the Radio with much enthusiasm “One of these days, youwill get your own squad for this, and I just blew up about thirty crates of ammo and guns!Nasher’s fall back!” Jackie locked onto the Dropship’s co ordinates, pulled out her grappler
pistol, fired it up at a catwalk and retracted it. She was pulled right up to the catwalk, were she fired it again, Bukyfibre cables were always useful in these sentries. In seven minutes, she had
ascended 300 metres, and Steve and Vaarok were close behind. She began to Spiderman. She fired her cable at a beam or something, then flung herself on the cable a good 40 to 120 metres, After a few minutes she was at the dropship with the rest of the guys from the three other squads, save for Steve and Vaarok. A few seconds latter Vaarok landed right next to the Dropship and Steve did a second after Vaarok. Vaarok tossed the bound Rumaur to Zor, who picked him up and put him in the ship.
Jackie walked over and grabbed the two guys by the shoulder “When we get back, I am buying you two, beers!”
Vaarok smiled at Jackie “That is the best idea I’ve heard all day!”
Steve also Smiled “You’re the be...” A big THWACK! was heard. Steve collapsed, and Jacky Turned around and saw a Rumaur solder with a rifle pointed her. It seamed like it was the end. The Rumaur exploded into a yellow mess as Zor blasted it with his rifle. She looked at the
wound, a nasty blast into the Flesh. Blood was seeping out of the hole, he was alive, but knocked out. She strapped some tape onto the wound, and pulled him in.
On the way up, it was dreary, Zor did not sing and everyone just stood there. Vaarok was saying things like “Hold in there buddy” and “You will live to see another drop”. When they got back to the Dublin, Medical crews rushed him to sickbay, Vaarok at his side as they cut him out of his armour. Jacky just waited outside sickbay door, fiddling with her fingers and hoping for the best, waiting for the news. Vaarok was fearing the worst and Zor was banging his head against the door thinking. An hour latter, a Nurse came out with a grim look on her face.
“I am sorry” she said with an ashamed tone of voice. “We did all we could, it just was not enough.” With that, Vaarok broke to tears. He had been friends with Steve since day one of the
academy.
Jackie walked into the sickbay, and towards the lifeless body that was Steve. “You’re right Steve,” She muttered while tears gathered in her eyes “I do have a nice ass.” She then kissed him lightly on his forehead, and walked away.