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We have been hearing heavy shelling for the last few days, this planet, Armaggedon, has been hell. *Heavy breathing through breathing mask* The air is almost completely unbreathable, your skin cannot come into contact with the air for no more than five minutes before death is almost guaranteed, the Orks have yet to attack, Mcarthy has been holding moral nice and high, Sam is constantly checking and cleaning his heavy stubber... the shells seem to be fine, its the damn gun... *more heavy breathing* We keep a flamer close at all times, and Shriner has been the one operating of late... Shriner's brother... Shriner believe it or not, we call him Shorty, has been holding well after he fell waste deep into some ash on the march, took us an hour to dig him out. Hey, Beerwagon, wait on the water, we have a day or two until the next resupply! *The man shouts at Beerwagon* Erik, take his water away, Tien, watch him, Victor, you watch Sam, we need all the water we can get, I dont care what you are lugging, you dont get more water!

*The sound of bullets, high caliber, breaks into the static.* Frag, we got heavy orks covering our positions, Sam, get that Stubber armed and firing, where is Tien, *Some shouting* Frag, frickin idiot, drop and use the dune for cover! Shriners, get your asses into the front and spray with that flamer, Shorty, give him cover fire. Eric, get your a** into the dune! *Sound of an explosion.* Dear lord... we have ork mortors, try to dig under the ash a bit! s**t! We got three heavily armed orks here now, all with massive cleavers, Sam is pummeling shots into them, Shriner is busy holding the now seemingly rear guard. *Sound of a machine gun, much lighter than the stubber firing off several bursts. Ork groans and warcries* They wont go down, they just ripped Eric in half, these ******** are 7-8 feet tall! *Lt. Chaulk shouts into the recorder, the firing still heavy, a large grown from and ork, and almost a yelp from another man* Let Beerwagon go you b*****d! *Heavy fire, the orks let huge bellows out as they give death groans.*

Were knocking them back, slowly but assurdly, we lost Tien, Eric, and apparently Victor... rest their souls... Beerwagon has a severe wound, were working on it already. Everyone else seems to be okay... this time. Lt. Chaulk out...

Recording from Lt Chaulk, Red Tail Guardsmen, right before they accolmplished their top secret mission. Survivors, Shriner, Shriner, Mcarthy, Sam, Chaulk, Beerwagon never heard from again.