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Landing at Primus! - BillG8s - 10-16-2009
A hissing ramp lowered itselfe from the huge warship that had just moments ago struggled thru the atmopshere to get down planetside. Despite the firey landing
the ships seemed almost new and untuched by scars. It would take alot more to
dent the thick plates of an Guild Battlecruiser.
Quickly about fifty men ran out heavily armed with various long rifles and pod mounted rockets and auto lazers. After positioning themselfe in an almost perfect 6th edged star around the landing platform, a wheelchair was pushed down the ramp by a lone muscular trooper.
The trooper had a tired look upon him, his face and figure expressed the experience of
countless campaigns. Despite the stiffness all the other soldiers showed, this one looked
as excited as they just had landed upon an airless rock moon.
Sitting in the somewhat sparsely decorated wheelchair was a tall thin man, well man wasent exactly the word. An old fart with a weather scarred face and eyes like some medieval grey cold fog.
One could say that ironwill and stubborn determination just had landed. If it was not for the fact that this man missed his entier left leg, while the right leg was severed from the kneecap, he would still be at the head of every boarding party. And as beeing legless was not enough, his right hand was replaced at the shoulder by what looked like an old industrial piston grappler.
As Captain Dodenburg, pushed forward by Jorgen in his wheelchair, looked up towards the planetary sky of Primus one could almost feel the sourrounding beeing swallowed up by a an invissible ...cold ....grey ....fog.
As Jorgen stopped him right in the middle of the defense formation.
For the span of half a second Dodenburg expressed the most tiny little hint of a smile, only to go back to an even more expressionless stone brick face than his ordinary one.
-Bring me my legs, NOW!
A young red faced leutinant answered and hurriedly ran for the hangar ramp.
Another 30 soldiers ran out of the ramp, these ones with large thick flak wests and fat short multilasers. With the heavy equipment they almost looked like a group of terribly slow
American football players. Behind them came two worn out standard unloader transports, dragging a large metal plate with wheels. But no one really paid any attention to the means of transportation, all they saw was the four meter high Mechanised walker standing upon the metal.
With some quick orders and a handfull of geastures Dodenburg had managed his force to assume parade formation, heck he had even managed to yell orders while Jorgen lifted him up
in the Class 2 Rheinland Walker. Thou tall the Captain did not weigh much since he missed most of his body, and that in combat he always somehow neglected to eat, Jorgen always found it strange that he had to press his muscular body to the outmost whenever he lifted the Captain up.
Jorgen was a man that when opportunity was given could eat a whole roasted pig. Not that pigs often repressented themselfes upon his daily meals, sticky old tasteless synth food
seemed to be the only thing aboundant aboard the ship. Well if he liked pork then surley the Captain with his few meals must eat rocks or something. This conclusion had only during recent years occured to Jorgen, he might not have been spoken of as a man with brains, but even he could sense that something with their old Captain wasent right.
Flexing the steel hard limbs of the walker while studying the formation of his crew, Captain Dodenburg yelled for the mechanics. During the loadoff one of the old transporters had failed once again, and now two greasy and stressed mechanics where hurrying to repair it before their Captain lost his temper.
-You two, stop that at once! I have a feeling we will be stuck here for a while and we have more urgent tasks. Repaint the Ships name!
The young Red Faced leutinant stepped forward and walked towards Dodenburg in his tall
Impressive metallic monster.
-Sir! Repaint the ship? Is that not bad luck
With a low mumble Dodenburg took a giant step towards the Leutinant and leaned aggresivly over him, -Seems you have voulanteerd for scout duty. Now run off and find me This .....Colonel Kurtz.
What shall it be sir? Asked Jorgen while scratching his hairless head.
What be? He could not help himselfe snapping at Jorgen like that, the muscular fool had done nothing wrong. But all thoose mindless imbeciles that made out the rest of his crew just seemed more braindead for every day. Had he not informed them just recently about their purpose here. Or had he?
After a scrappnel from the hull wall had found its way to his head during a violent engagement with a Corsair Cruiser his memory had not been the same.
-The name of the ......ship sir? Jorgen was not sure if asking the same question twice was worth risking the Captains temper to boil. But he was just as excited as an kid about the new name for their ship and thought it was worth the risk of asking twice.
A powerful sense of life and strength, something Jorgen had not seen in ages, filled the Captains eyes as he with almost impossible speed took ten steps backwards and with a powerful voice enhanced by the walkers metallic speakers, roared.
-I am Hans Dodenburg, Captain of the Apocalypse_Darkness, and you! You are my trusted and feared crew! Togheter we shall bring true darkness to the hearts of our enemies.
Landing at Primus! - BillG8s - 10-17-2009
//Well seems i wont have any use for this now :P