Some of the new kits coming out of gw of late, have just been amazing.
Knights, scions, ogryns, new hydra/wyvern kit.
With rumours of another new tank and flyer to come too...it's certainly an interesting time to be a guard player.
Mentally i am jumping through hoops. I like so many of the new kits, I am hoping they will all be accessible to the Militarum Tempestus lists, but can believe they might be guard only on the whole.
If so it begs the question...MT list with allied IG and a knight. Or IG list with MT allies and a knight...the plot thickens.
Whilst stirring the pot and trying not to let it thicken too much...this kinda happened.
A little fluff for my MT/IG army.
The diary of Guardsmen Raulke 43rd Octavian Rifles
the 1st day we were able to attack those stinking Orks.After three
months of solid fighting were finally able to put an attack their way
and by the Emperor's shiny throne was it a good day.I can still recall
their feral voices in the gloom.
Slowly i crawled forwards
through the dense foliage of the woodland floor. Each move rustling
leaves, the sound inside my head magnified a hundred times by my
Surely they would hear me, surely they would expose our trap and catch us all cold.
crept forward further, only another fifteen meters and i would be in
position. Minutes pass slowly seeming like hours to my over active mind.
Gradually i crawl into position, I look around and watch as the rest if
my platoon takes up their positions along the banks beside the Ork
All in there are maybe fifty men from bravo platoon,
mostly just lowly guardsmen, but leading this attack there are some
senior guardsmen as well. On the left flank i can see Sgt.Chesham
checking his men, making sure kit is secure as we do not want our
position to be given away by a loose canteen rattling.On the right flank
i can see Sgt.Loyden ushering the last of 3rd squad into their ambush
positions, he glances over at me and smiles noticing my nervousness,
it's encouraging but i still feel like a scared child.
has passed...only ten minutes...I do not know how long i can stand this
waiting. Just laying here like a corpse waiting for the sun to rise and
our moment to come.
I snap awake, oh no i fell asleep, god i hope nothings gone wrong.I check my watch...thank the Emperor only a minute or so gone.
I hear a noise to my right i pray it is not a Ork, slowly i look over and see it's only guardsmen Holt shifting uncomfortably.
only five minutes to go until will launch our ambush on the Ork camp.I
can hear them rousing, the guttural barks as they rouse their
warriors.The smell is suffocating like decomposing meat and the smell of
a thousand unwashed bodies.
I hear a noise ahead, glancing up i see a
huge Ork strolling towards me. Oh no, oh no. he will see us and raise
the alarm.I start to raise my lasgun ready to fire,20 more paces and he
will be on top of us. Out of the corner of my eye i see Loyden wave me
down, his signals telling me not too fire. I lower my lasgun and start
to pray. The Ork stops a few meters away and starts to sniff the air. I
am sure we are going to be discovered, but then he just turns away and
heads back into camp.
04:49 hours.I reach down and clip my
bayonet onto the lugs of my lasgun, slowly I check my webbing to ensure
everything is done up nice and tight.I slide the safety off my gun and
prepare to move, all along the line fifty other souls do the same. I
mutter a quick prayer for the safe keeping of my soul to the Emperor.
With a screaming war cry we launch our ambush on the Orks, I leap up
out of my position and start to move forward, all fear is gone I only
feel the rush of adrenaline.The Orks are bewildered as we charge out of
the forest, most are not armed or even standing.
As I run forward I
start to shoot, first to the left taking a greenskin in the jaw and
sending it flying backwards into another. Then I notice another groping
for a large cumbersome weapon, I drop to the floor, taking aim I start
shooting whilst muttering a prayer for accuracy.
Time slows, I watch
as my lasrounds buzz lazily through the early morning mist. I count
several hits but the beast stays up, frantically I grope for a grenade,
priming it,I hurl it towards my foe screaming 'frag out' to warn my
comrades. As I watch the grenade slowly tumble through the air I pray,
seconds later my prayers are answered by the concussion of the grenade
.A bright blossom of smoke and flame flash out followed by mud wood and
other unmentionable things.
Getting to my feet I look around, all
over the forest floor lay dead and dying Orks. With a scream of triumph
I realize I am alive and we have won .
Then slowly I turn and
realization slams into me like a grav train. Lying just feet away is my
brother. Speared through the side by a huge sword he looks like a
stuffed pig, beside him is the body of a massive ork its mouth fused
around the barrel of his lasgun. Behind them lie the bodies of more
guardsmen, maybe 20 or more, I fall to my knees and start to cry.Why?
why must good men die fighting scum like these.
I rouse from my reverie......no today was not a good day, it was just another day in another war.........