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Muttamutta... Tässä on toinen osa:
Lieutenant Krause was laying down in the no-mans land and was outright desperate.
Having a closed-circuit vox connection with his men meant that he could oversee their conversation.
Without a chance to turn it off.
+Hey, sarge+ That had to be the little runt,whatshisname. Farrow.
+What?+ That was the sergeant. Sanchez. or something.
+So what were we doin' here again?+
+Infiltratin'+
+And after that?+
+Dunno. Commando stuff+
"Shut up, Farrow.", Krause said for the nth time.
"If they spot us, there will be seven kinds of hell raining on us"
+Oh. Sorry.+
Krause was flat on his face in a small crater. The time was 2.10 am, and exactly 2.20 the Imperials
would bombard the surroundings,creating a diversion for the team to get through.
To his infinite surprise, he saw a soldier wave merrily at him from the enemy trench.
Blive? What the hell? -How- the hell? WHY the hell didn't he radio in?
To answer his thoughts, the microbead crackled.
+Sir, you might want to come in here. The bombardment starts any second now+
After Krause had crawled, rolled and slithered his way to the trench, he saw that the whole crowd
huddled in the trench. The extremely dead guards were stuffed aside, or being sat on to make room
at the little emplacement.
After a moment of arranging,grunting and cursing, the little huddling circle included Krause.
"So, what are we actually doin' here, boss? Sir. Lieutenant."
"Basically, This is a capture mission"
Krause grinned evilly when the 5 other faces went pale . The sergeant pulled out a
canteen, and took a long swig. A drunken flush was visible on his round face.
"Cap-Capture. Hate them, y-you have to drag the bastard all the way b-back an take care that some bastard wont kill hi-"
The rant was cut back when the first Earthshaker shell blasted in the no-mans land.
Krause was dumbstruck.
"Emperor's Teeth! If we had been there- What the hell are they thinking!", he howled between
the impacts.
"Those aren't ours! -Our- artillery should start just about n-"
The voice was cut off as a part of the trench on their right side exploded in a geyser of mud and stones.
"IN THERE! QUICK!!"
The squad sprinted along the trench and into the crater. The barrage picked up volume, and
the staccato of bone-rattling impacts made conversation, and coherent thinking impossible.
The battlefield was churned into shapeless brown mud.
6 pairs of eyes opened up warily.
Krause stared dully as Erat said something and Krause could see his lips move but couldn't hear his voice.
From the dull expressions everyone wore, it was obvious that they were deafened too.
A brown, squat shape flopped over in the mud, produced a ration-bar and thoughtfully chewed on it.
Farrow reached for a pack of cigarettes, and took out a sagging brown cylinder. It didn't light up but
he put it into his mouth anyway.
The sergeant had already emptied his canteen and laid on his back eyes closed.
Blive was squirming strangely.
Krause clambered over to him and realized he was screaming, glazed eyes staring on the blue sky.
And now he saw why. A huge sliver of blackened metal proturded from his abdomen.
The rest of the squad gathered around. The sergeant put out his hand.
Without any ceremony, every soldier pulled a morphine-ampoule out of their first aid kit and
dropped it on Sanchez's hand. Expressionless, he emptied the ampoules one by one
into the wounded.
It took only a minute for Blive to stop moving, and an another to stop breathing.
The squad moved on.
Edit: Tymiä kijotusvireitä korjattu.
Muttamutta... Tässä on toinen osa:
Lieutenant Krause was laying down in the no-mans land and was outright desperate.
Having a closed-circuit vox connection with his men meant that he could oversee their conversation.
Without a chance to turn it off.
+Hey, sarge+ That had to be the little runt,whatshisname. Farrow.
+What?+ That was the sergeant. Sanchez. or something.
+So what were we doin' here again?+
+Infiltratin'+
+And after that?+
+Dunno. Commando stuff+
"Shut up, Farrow.", Krause said for the nth time.
"If they spot us, there will be seven kinds of hell raining on us"
+Oh. Sorry.+
Krause was flat on his face in a small crater. The time was 2.10 am, and exactly 2.20 the Imperials
would bombard the surroundings,creating a diversion for the team to get through.
To his infinite surprise, he saw a soldier wave merrily at him from the enemy trench.
Blive? What the hell? -How- the hell? WHY the hell didn't he radio in?
To answer his thoughts, the microbead crackled.
+Sir, you might want to come in here. The bombardment starts any second now+
After Krause had crawled, rolled and slithered his way to the trench, he saw that the whole crowd
huddled in the trench. The extremely dead guards were stuffed aside, or being sat on to make room
at the little emplacement.
After a moment of arranging,grunting and cursing, the little huddling circle included Krause.
"So, what are we actually doin' here, boss? Sir. Lieutenant."
"Basically, This is a capture mission"
Krause grinned evilly when the 5 other faces went pale . The sergeant pulled out a
canteen, and took a long swig. A drunken flush was visible on his round face.
"Cap-Capture. Hate them, y-you have to drag the bastard all the way b-back an take care that some bastard wont kill hi-"
The rant was cut back when the first Earthshaker shell blasted in the no-mans land.
Krause was dumbstruck.
"Emperor's Teeth! If we had been there- What the hell are they thinking!", he howled between
the impacts.
"Those aren't ours! -Our- artillery should start just about n-"
The voice was cut off as a part of the trench on their right side exploded in a geyser of mud and stones.
"IN THERE! QUICK!!"
The squad sprinted along the trench and into the crater. The barrage picked up volume, and
the staccato of bone-rattling impacts made conversation, and coherent thinking impossible.
The battlefield was churned into shapeless brown mud.
6 pairs of eyes opened up warily.
Krause stared dully as Erat said something and Krause could see his lips move but couldn't hear his voice.
From the dull expressions everyone wore, it was obvious that they were deafened too.
A brown, squat shape flopped over in the mud, produced a ration-bar and thoughtfully chewed on it.
Farrow reached for a pack of cigarettes, and took out a sagging brown cylinder. It didn't light up but
he put it into his mouth anyway.
The sergeant had already emptied his canteen and laid on his back eyes closed.
Blive was squirming strangely.
Krause clambered over to him and realized he was screaming, glazed eyes staring on the blue sky.
And now he saw why. A huge sliver of blackened metal proturded from his abdomen.
The rest of the squad gathered around. The sergeant put out his hand.
Without any ceremony, every soldier pulled a morphine-ampoule out of their first aid kit and
dropped it on Sanchez's hand. Expressionless, he emptied the ampoules one by one
into the wounded.
It took only a minute for Blive to stop moving, and an another to stop breathing.
The squad moved on.
Edit: Tymiä kijotusvireitä korjattu.