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Spankyman123 · #1 (**permalink**) 09-16-2008

Drexus Cazarr wiped his brow of sweat, the heat had been overbearing that day, the sun made itself known, the men were uneasy because of a missing scout, but Drex figured it was just a rhonceraptor that got him. Some of the other men claimed chaos had come out of the warp and marked this planet for conquer and termination, but those were just paranoid delusions brought about by the heat, although Drex could only hope a chaos ship landed on his planet...his home ground, he could only hope that those pestilient worshipping bastards would dare try to take what was his.
Drex was always a hothead, but when it came to heretics and other enemies of the imperium he just lost it, those wretched beings tried putting their grubby claws all over what wasn't theirs, they didn't like it much when the planet fought back though, granted the chaos were tough and the orks, their training was clearly lacking. He'd been in fights with orks before, and chaos, he saved one of his snipers from chaos, his tactics were astonishing that day, he remembered, it was his first day as commander.
It was five years ago, the chaos had gone to some backwater planet in search of an old temple or something, Drex picked up the distress signal and took one thousand of his strongest men over, the thousand men destroyed over five thousand chaos troops, even the berserkers couldn't stop his men that day, of course they were leaderless. Five hundred of his men were on the front line, rippers as well as him, they tore through the chaos front lines, slaughtering everyone of those warp infested scum, the howling of the two insane armies echoed throughout that valley, of course his men weren't crazy like chaos, only in battle did they lose it.
The battle raged on for an hour before Drex gave the command, when he did though, his ghosts started firing from behind chaos and the talons flanked both sides reaving destruction in their wake, the chaos were trapped...no escape...no survival. The chaos morale broke after the ambush, even their fearless berserkers quaked at the might of his army, the feeling to overpower someone so strongly was amazing, it did well for his ego and his commander position, his men worshipped him after that battle, and survivors from the other planet joined his ranks, he'd obviously impressed the right chaos lord if there was an attack on his planet.
He wasn't going to jump into anything though, he'd send some scouts out to find out what was really happening, and he'd let the jungle fight his enemies for the time being, he wasn't scared of any opponent, and neither was his men, their morale was strong, stronger then average imperial troops, the emperor had really blessed his men, as well as him...Drex would kill for him, then again Drex would kill someone over a drink, but he really committed his faith to the god emperor and his teachings, he knew though, he wouldn't be getting any reinforcements for a long time, he'd have to prove himself first, again.
Drex laughed a little, he was sitting her calling up his first battle as commander...he had something to deal with, he walked over to a few snipers in the mess hall, he knew them by name of course, the planet was small as well as the army, names weren't hard to remember. "Williams, Wolf, get your asses out in the jungle and find brother Thomas....today please, ladies!" He ordered, he was always acting like a hard ass, but when it came down to it, he'd die for any of these guys, he was a good man, as well as a good leader.

Duffman! · #2 (**permalink**) 09-16-2008

Alessio nodded, biting back the trained retort at the mention of his last name. He prefered to be called Alessio, but he couldnt argue with his superior. He snatched up his rifle, and looked to his squad, the best he had trained, all ready to move out on his orders.
"Lauren." he said to his second in command, and she moved up, her rifle slung over her back.
"Aye sir?" she asked, not bothering to salute. Alessio had never been big on that kind of thing.
"Get the men moved out." he said, his voice barely a whisper. "We've been ordered to find Thomas, he was scouting ahead, and has gotten... lost." Lauren recognised his expression, and for once didnt use any of her customary lip. Alessio loaded his gun, sliding bullets into the clip, and clamming it home.
"Lets hunt!" he shouted, the moto of his squad, and allowed himself a tight-lipped smile when they all shouted affirmatives.

Alessio pushed his way through the undergrowth, shrugging water off his cloak as he went, and spared a glance back at Lauren. She gave him a grin and a thumbs up, before cupping her hand to her ear, listening to an incoming message. After a moments listening, she nodded twice, and looked up at Alessio, moving to his side.
"Travers and Marc spotted something moving, forty metres to our south." she said, scanning the forest intently. "Looks like you were right." Her voice had a slight hint of sarcasm to it, but he ignored it and let it slide.
"Lets keep moving then." he said, looking back to see Travers and Marc in a high tree behind them. Marc gave them a cheery wave before returning to sweep his rifle across the forest, searching for movement.
Alessio smiled, but didnt wave back, and instead continued on into the forest.

Fenrix · #3 (**permalink**) 09-16-2008

Bran 'Wolf' Coyle spat on the ground as he heard the order, heaving himself to his feet with a sigh. He resented this mission, though he had no right to; he was guard. Guard had to take anything their commanding officer gave to them, without complaint, without faltering, or they would die. But he didn't have to like it.
Babysitting! That was what this task was. Some bloody stupid scout had got himself bloody lost and he, Wolf, best sniper in the regiment, was going to have to look for him. It was demeaning, but at least it was a distraction from the constantly biting flies.
Wearily, he trudged over to his packs, bending to pick up his long barreled lasgun, pulling his scope from its special pocket to clip it into place. He loved his gun; half as long as he was tall, the blackwood stock polished to a shine, brass trigger carefully buffed to a gleam, the sleek deadly flash and noise suppressor like the nose of a shark, aimed at the enemy, ready to bite. Giving it a loving buff with his sleeve, he slung it over his shoulder, turned, hesitated, then returned to his packs and picked out a couple of grenades. Better safe than sorry. Checking that his knife - that beautiful knife, he had won it off the commander of a rival regiment, three years back - was safe in it's sheath, he turned, and, with a brief wave at his men, plunged into the jungle without looking to see if he was being followed. His men were was experienced scouts, they could keep up.
Delving ever deeper, he moved silently, not a leaf put out of place, not a bird disturbed, not a footprint left. Like he had never been there. Like a ghost.

He stopped suddenly, eyes intently fixed on the ground, cautious. He had seen something. His best scout, Corporal Fricks, reached him, panting slightly.
'Bloody hell, sarge. You don't mess around.' He got no response, and looked quizzically at his friend and leader. Fricks was a giant of a man, and toted a flamer which had proved immensely valuable to the squad on multiple occassions, although... Wolf raised a hand to his face, remembering the pain of the flamer's backwash, that night two years back, when they had purged a ruined building of cultists. As any good leader should, he had commanded Fricks to torch the room, but they had some kind of invisible energy shield placed in the doorway... two of his squad had burned to death, horrible, screaming deaths that he shuddered to remember. He had been lucky to survive himself, Fricks never in any harm, plastered as he was with flame-retardant gel.
That Fricks had managed to keep up with him was testament in itself to the man's strength and spirit, bearing the huge weapon and bulky promethium tanks. He looked at his Corporal with respect, then horror, reaching out a hand to pull him back as the giant stepped forward. Fricks knew better than to ask why, but obediently stepped back as Wolf raised his leg, stretched it forward as if stepping over an invisible barrier, then took a wide step, crossing to a tree nearby. He watched with puzzlement but total trust as Wolf pulled out his mono-filament knife - that deadly blade that had claimed so many enemy lives and throats, a beautiful, terrible thing - and thrust it apparently at random in the air in front of the broad, vine-wrapped trunk. There was a thunk, and a massive log dropped from the sky. Fricks stepped back, blinking. Spikes encrusted the log, crude, wooden spikes that would have impaled anyone that they hit, and thanked the Emperor that his sergeant had keen eyes. Wolf stepped towards him, grinning.
'Feral ork trap, pretty easy to deal with. These trees are crawling with the stinking bastards, I think we'll go a bit slower from now on. No-one is to pass me, understood?' By now the rest of the squad had arrived, and grim nods showed him that they understood the danger of their situation.
'Alright, lads, and ladettes...' he nodded towards Fern, the only female of the squad, who blew him a kiss in return and grinned savagely '...let's get moving.'

Duffman! · #4 (**permalink**) 09-16-2008

Alessio held up a closed fist, and Lauren stopped instantly, dropping to a knee and raising her las-rifle. She knew when not to screw around. She watched him as he loped forward silently, carefully placing his feet on the floor so as not to leave any footprints, and to make as little noise as possible. He moved to something that only he could see from his vantage point, and then crouched next to it, a soft sigh echoing across the commnet.
"Move up." came the voice over the commnet, as Alessio stooped to pick something up.
Lauren rose in a half crouch, and moved forwards, looking around as she moved to his side. Reaching him, she looked down, and was nearly sick.
"What the-?" she asked, slightly bewildered.

Alessio moved forwards silently, looking over the bloody mass before him and sighed. Its was humanoid, whatever it was, and judging by the wounds it had been all but butchered.
"Move up." he said, a reflex born of several years military experience. He barely heard Lauren moving up, as he noticed something silver glint on the figures chest, and he picked it up, hearing a sharp intake of breath behind him.
"What the-?" he heard Lauren say, and he grimaced as he looked at the silver object closely.
"Roger." he affirmed, reading off the bloody dog tags. "And judging by his corpse, we-" He suddenly fell silent, his head spinning round, and his hand going for his pistol.
"Get down!" he shouted, diving on Lauren and knocking her off her feet, as several large caliber rounds shot over their heads.

"Support squad under attack!" shouted Lauren as they ran back to the main squad, still hearing the blasting retorts of sniper rifles as they pummeled the attacking figures. "Roger is dead and we have Ork contact! I repeat! Ork contact!" She swore again as a shoota blast nearly tore apart her stomach, but it was cut short as Marc fired, and heat the ork in the head, killing it instantly. That was to close, she thought with a little shudder.

Alessio flinched as the shots hit the tree near them, and looked ahead to Marc as he fired, and then ran back to base, knowing that he was covered. Alessio and Laruen were not so lucky. They had gotten out of the first ambush by pure chance, Alessio having tasted the orkish spores on his tongue, and reacted instantly, probably saving their lives. Now they had to test the fates again and run.
"All Imperial forces." he said into the commnet, slipping a grenade form his vest. "Ork contact, prepare for combat." He dropped the grenade and pulled Lauren to one side, throwing her behind a tree. An Ork dashed out behind them, shouting a savage warcry, and failed to notice the grenade. As Alessio slipped behind the tree, the grenade exploded, and the ork was blown to pieces. With a grunt, Alessio brushed dust from his uniform, and pulled Lauren onwards, muttering:
"That was my last krak grenade as well."

Fenrix · #5 (**permalink**) 09-16-2008

Wolf's head snapped round at the sound of gunfire, heavy caliber, fired from crude guns with nothing to suppress the sound. Ork guns! It couldn't be a tribal feud, he knew that much, they preferred to settle disputes with fists and choppas. So they must be shooting at a friend. A guardsmen. A brother was in trouble. A dull crump resounded through the woods. A grenade. Imperial or Ork?
The vox crackled, confirming his suspicions.
Imperial forces...ksshh...ork contact, prepare for combat
He set off at a dead run, ignoring the noise he was making and the dismayed cries of his squad. There had been no callsign, suggesting it was urgent. If it was Thomas, it was imperative he got there as soon as possible. Pulling out his vox, he raised it to his lips.
Wolf to Unknown, recieved. Hold your position, support is on the way.
At the pace he was travelling at, he didn't notice the huge green being in his path until the last minute, and he crashed into its broad back, falling down. The ork staggered forward a pace, looking confused, then spun round, fury on its ugly features, a wide-bore pistol clutched in one great fist. The other held a massive axe, what Wolf knew the orks called 'choppas', and this concerned him far more. The ork pointed the slugga in his vague direction and squeezed the trigger, an enormous roar filling the clearing, a shrub some distance behind him vaporised. Wolf ducked involuntarily, then pulled out his knife; a rifle would be no use here, so he let it fall to the ground, following it as the choppa swung in a vicious circle towards his head. Recovering quickly, he leapt up and charged as the ork vainly tried to pull the hefty weapon from a tree where it had been embedded. That made things easier. Much easier. He stabbed the beast in the eye, and it roared in anger and pain, jerking its head - and the knife - away from Wolf. Unarmed, he had lost his advantage, and the ork was now enraged and probably wouldn't realise it was dead for a short while yet. It screamed, a barbaric, chilling noise, pulled the knife from its eye and hurled it at him, striking his shoulder hilt first. He fell to the ground with a cry, knowing he'd have a monster of a bruise there in the morning. Flipping to his feet, he caught the eye of the beast, and time slowed. Bright yellow, the pupil small and dark, it took him back to his first ork. He had killed that with a standard bayonet, not having won his knife yet, thrusting it into that hateful face over and over while it pounded his chest in anger and pain, stabbing over and over until the head was a bloody mass, over and over...
The head of the ork vaporised, and Wolf blinked, scarcely hearing the snap-crack of the lasgun. A red mist hung in the air, and the body slowly toppled. With the thump of corpse on earth, he snapped out of his reverie, glancing round to see who had made the killshot. Fern stalked past him, giving him a look that clearly stated she thought he was a total moron, and pulled the necklace of ork teeth from around what was left of the neck. A trophy. Why a trophy? But of course! This was her first ork. He winked at her, giving her a thumbs up, but got a scathing look in return. He relaxed slightly, and bent to pick up his weapons. If she wasn't flirting, she was just scared half to death, and he thought he knew why. Nice to know someone cared about him.
'Right, let's get to where the gunshots came from. Maybe we can solve this little mess without further incident.'
The squad followed him, and they burst out into a clearing, and Wolf held up a hand to indicate they should stop. Ork spores, but also blood. There had been a fight here, and the orks had lost. There was also the recognisable tang of Imperial explosives in the air. If the guardsmen responsible for the warning were nearby, they were well hidden, unless... nearby, a bloody mass lay butchered. Wolf approached it cautiously; orks had been known to booby-trap corpses in the past. He crouched down beside it, frowning.
'What the-?'

Duffman! · #6 (**permalink**) 09-17-2008

Marc saw another object move in the corner of his eye, as he fired, blasting an orks skull into fragments of gooey brain, and chunks of flesh and bone. He turned and retreated, dashing for the cover of the fort as he heard Alessio calling for support. Reaching the fort walls, he span and rested his rifle on the wall shifted to bear on the new target, and fired again, the beam searing a large blast through an orks gut as he charged, and the beast fell, roaring in pain. The second shot silenced the beast.
"Alessio! Lauren!" he shouted to the others. "Get you arses back here!" He aimed his rifle again, and fired, taking down another ork as he desperately tried to buy time for Alessio and Lauren.

Alessio swore as the ork lept on him, despite the fact that he had blasted its arm off with his bolt pistol. The ork bore down on him, and pinned him to the floor, trying to get its good hand around his throat, whilst snarling and shouting in his face. Alessio twisted away from the orks hand, and tried to push it away, slamming his knife against the orks neck in an attempt to deter it, but the ork kept coming, its own blood spraying on Alessio's face.
A combat knife slammed into its skull, and it slummed down, dead, its vital fluids leaking from its skull. With a grunt, Alessio pushed the monsters corpse off himself, and snatched up his fallen pistol, looking to see who had saved his life.
""What would you do without me?" asked Lauren, flicking a strand of her from her face in a practiced motion. He smiled, and ran back to the base, his stride increasing as he ran.

Laura pulled the trigger again, and then span around, her pistol kicking in her hand again, and another ork went down to a well placed burst to the neck. The clip came down empty, and slid automatically from the gun, and she slammed a fresh one in from her belt, not bothering to snatch up the empty clip on the floor. She heard a curse behind her and span around, seeing Alessio knocked off his feet by a large ork.
"Alessio!" she shouted, running to his aid, knowing that her bolts would be deadly to Alessio, as well as the ork. Her knife slid out of its sheath, and she plunged it down into the orks head as she neared, cracking it open, and pulling it to one side as Alessio shoved the corpse off him.
"What would you do without me?" she said with a sigh, flicking her hair out of her eye. It didnt surprise her when Alessio simply smiled and ran back to the fort. Lauren sighed again, and ran after him, putting distance in between herself and the orks.

Spankyman123 · #7 (**permalink**) 09-17-2008

Drex heard the report on the comm, he was pissed, he was now shoveling down his dinner, he hated eating fast, but he needed to get out to the field. From the looks of it, everyone else had heard the message too, they were all running to the armory, Drex already had his weapons with him, he knew better then to get comfortable. He'd bring a seven men with him, they'd fill up the chimeras, and they'd rescue their snipers, hopefully he wouldn't need more then seven.

He approached the best of his drivers, Fen "Marcus, Fen, Get a chimera ready, we got orks on the planet, I'm getting my men prepared, we'll meet you outside, Got it?" He explained as he ran off to the armory, he'd need his men if he was going anywhere, he had faith that his snipers would hold out, they were his best, they'd last, those orks would be sorry they messed with them.

His boots clanged loudly against the metal grates leading to the armory, the door to it was just like the grates, metal, it opened as he stepped near it, the men inside were chattering and laughing, it was good to know they weren't scared. "You nancies get your guns ready, We gotta move, and now!" He barked, the men hurried after he spoke, his expression was stiff, and his words stern, they knew he wasn't messing around right now.

Shortly after leaving the armory, Jenkins spoke to him, Jenkins was his front-line medic, he did all the bandaging in the fray, "Sir, is there alot of them? The orks?" He asked, Drex just shot him a look that could only mean "Shut the hell up!. Jenkins fell back behind Drex, he knew that he wasn't getting an answer, but if Drex knew he would have given him one. He lead them garage, the chimeras were all placed neatly facing them, they were ready to go, and he hoped that Fen was too.

Drex lined up his men by their chimera, he spoke casually, he wasn't worried and he was going to make sure his men weren't either. "Listen up, we got ork contact, as you heard, but that doesn't mean there is alot, or any, our snipers could've gotten em all by now. We're just gonna go find our snipers, and kill any orks we see....understood?!" He ordered, his men replied in unison with a loud "Sir, Yes, Sir!".

"Good, Fen get us to the last coordinates of the sniper teams, I will put them in your nav system." He said as he punched in the numbers, he and his men piled into the less then comfortable chimera, it wasn't cramped at least, not yet anyways, there was plenty of room for the snipers. Drex hoped there was some orks left, he'd been itching for a good fight, he needed to prove himself to imperium, so he could receive supplies and reinforcements, he'd die to keep this planet on the map.

Adapt · #8 (**permalink**) 09-18-2008

Marcus was sitting at a large old table near the cluster of chimera transports. In the background, welding and maintenance was being performed on the small fleet of vehicles. His booted feet were kicked up on the table, he had a lit lho stick between his fingers, and he was toying with his handgun in his other hand. He had a stack of instruction manuals and small spare parts cluttering the table, along with a mug of caffeine. An old vox caster his team had tinkered with earlier broadcasted music from a nearby system, at full blast volume. Overall, it was a very unprofessional appearance, but hey, why bother when no one gave a damn about the planet? He took another puff from the lho stick as Drex approached with his usual aura of jaded determination. Mark grinned, holstering his pistol to keep the appearace of unprofessionalism but make sure he didn't look like a danger to the whole regiment. He waved a quick salute to his superior from his reclining position on the chair and slowly eased himself into a more attentive stance. He tossed the now depleted lho stick to the muddy ground.

"Hey, Colonel, we finally were able to rig that heavy flamer to the sentinel! It still leaks a little, but, you know, what fuel lines don't leak in this grouping of worst-made fighting machines in the segmentum?" he laughed, but was cut off by Drex's orders.

"Marcus Fen, Get a chimera ready, we got orks on the planet, I'm getting my men prepared, we'll meet you outside, Got it?" he explained.

Marcus sighed, getting up from the table and slamming his fist onto the top of the improvised radio, turning it off. He turned to face his superior, snapped a quick salute and acknowledged him, "We'll be up and running in five! I've always thought my chimera would look good with a green and red paint-job."

He barked out orders to his grease-covered men as he passed between chimeras. The armored corps troopers rushed to their machines and began readying them. All in total, Marcus thought he had maybe.. fifteen chimeras and an old sentinel. He passed by most all of them as he moved around issuing the orders to get ready for battle. They were all highly personalized by their crew, text, symbols, trophies, weaponry, it was all unique for each vehicle. Mark liked it that way, the modifications made them more effective than a usual strictly regimented force in his opinion. They'd be intimidating, and the improvised weaponry usually proved to be deadly effective. He had finally reached his own personal chimera, the "Halfway to Hell". He looked it over quickly before entering. It was his prized possession, painted black with red flames along the front and sides. Its multi-laser had been removed from the top of the vehicle long ago, and replaced with a formidable twin las-cannon. It had had two sponsons added to the side by Marcus and the crew as well. These housed heavy bolters, a normal choice for a sponson, but he had chosen it over flamers for safety reasons. Beneath the heavy bolters was a unique addition though, a multi-barrel grenade launcher. Along with those deadly weapons the chimera housed a smoke launcher, a master vox-caster, and thickened armor with tread guards. Mark closed the crew-hatch behind him after admiring his creation. Clive, Grayson, and Mercur were already inside, readying the chimera. He sat in his own seat, in the center of the small compartment. In front of him was a computer display where he could coordinate his men, not that he ever needed to, though. He usually drove the chimera, and the routine didn't change today.

Marcus activated the master vox, and spoke to the chimera crews. "A'right, we gotta take some of Drex's boys to the front. Lets not screw this one up! Yeah, I'm talking to you, Lax." He turned off the vox, looking to his crew. "We all ready?"

Mercur, their gunner, nodded, "Ye'sah, le's get to it, eh?" He was an older fellow, and most thought too old. He was one of the best with cannons in the whole regiment though, so Mark kept him around.

Grayson, a darker skinned young man saluted, "I'll keep the corps on track." He was the guy to go to for any sort of gadgetry or repairs, if you couldn't handle it yourself. (Which was rare for a Stormwind tank crew-member.)

And finally, Clive. He was punching away at a keyboard next to a group of monitors displaying tactical data. He was considered a computer genius and was the vox-caster and coordinator of the whole armored corps. He nodded after a moment, "Yeah, let's do it so we can go back to break."

Soon, soldiers mounted up in the chimeras, and Clive turned to look at Mark. "Hey, Fen, we got coordinates. Broadcasting them to the fleet, lets get driving." The Stormwind Armored Corps pulled out of the camp in column formation, and into the jungle.

Spankyman123 · #9 (**permalink**) 09-18-2008

Drex honestly didn't give a crap about that old sentinel, but if Fen and his boys could get it up, then more power to them, but right now he was worried about his men, he hadn't heard anything on the comm in over an hour now, this worried him, but he still hoped they were just hiding somewhere. He always had been the optimistic type, of course, he was still telling himself that it was just a tribe they missed, this planet used to be infested with over twenty different ork tribes, they all banded together a long time ago and kill most of their population, then chaos took another chunk, but the imperium still didn't see them as worthy for supplies and reinforcements, Drex questioned his superiors sometimes, he and his men had been doing everything themselves, where was his reward for being faithful, and loyal all these years.

Drex had a seasoned squad of men, they were all pretty old, but when it came to battle, none knew more, these old timers saved his ass more then a handful of times, he respected all of them. His men were chatting amongst each other, they were talking about the old ork tribes, his first man, Renaldo had lost all three of his brothers in that fight, they all died valiantly, taking out twenty orks to each of them, that was how all Drexs men fought, by looking at them, you couldn't even tell they were blood-thirsty killers, they looked a milita of junglemen, their enemies always terribly underestimated them, that was the first step to ruin, the second was engaging in battle, the third, trying to retreat. Drex was proud of the prestige his army had worked up to, they all trained, and worked nonstop.

It was good to know that he wasn't the only one who'd become fond of this planet, he loved it, he didn't want to be transfered to some other assholes planet, he'd before he did that, he'd make sure he'd get his reinforcements, even if meant killing every chaos lord in the galaxy. His men would surely appreciate his dedication to them, and their home, well some of them grew up here, others Drex saved from the clutches of chaos, but either way it was their home now. He wondered how his men would speak of him when he passed, if they knew the bullshit he dealt with just to stay alive, he would never know, but surely they had at least respected him, even if just a little.

He didn't know why he was thinking about all this shit, he just wanted to find his snipers, but for some reason it felt as if...something terrible was going to unfold, something evil, something ruthless, he surely hoped he'd be able to stop it. He had the right men for it, but the only trouble was their lack of vehicles, and the poor amount of krak grenades, if their enemy brought vehicles into play, they'd have the advantage, but know that Drex thought about it, he remembered the baneblade his old superior used against chaos, it was still on this planet, somewhere...he'd have to find it if things went to hell. He was happy he still had Fen around, Fen had been one of his best mechanics in his five years as commander, Drex had gone through many, but Fen was still around, "Must have a horseshoe up his ass." he mumbled quietly.

"Fen, we almost there? You and your crew of pecker-woods are taking too long, drive faster!" He ordered, he always enjoyed insulting the person who he was ordering around, it gave it a more intimadating effect, or probably more of a humorous one to his men, either way he enjoyed it. He remembered one recruit a few years ago, Drex called him a pussy, and he lost it, the recruit came at Drex with a knife, Drex was laughing the entire time, and still managed to wrestle the recruit into an armlock, the recruits face was in the dirt when he started crying, which made Drex and his men laugh even harder, the recruit ran into the jungle and was found the next week, rhinoceraptors were fighting over him, it was a greusome sight, but that was the first time Drex felt guilty, in all of his life, and it still bugged him.

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