章節 1: Chapter 1
(1st POV)
I was summoned from the frontlines and ordered to meet with my commanding officer. Their message was so vague that it felt like I was being sent to my assassination, but as a mere commissar, I could not deny the order.
I marched into the large tent, escorted by one of the officers until I was left alone. Inside, I noticed some familiar faces, but none of them stood out to me. As I looked around, a strong voice called out a roll call, and my name was called.
"Klaus Blitzkrieg, are you here?" the voice asked.
I raised my hand in affirmation, refusing to speak as it was not in my nature to do so often.
"Thank you," the voice said, closing a book and handing it to someone before continuing. "I am sure some of you are wondering why I ordered you here on such short notice and why it was so vague."
Many of the commissars nodded in agreement, seeking an answer. I just stood their, listening.
"By unanimous decision, we have concluded that a tactical withdrawal is needed," the voice declared, correcting himself.
Most of the commissars were either confused or relieved. I, however, was fuming, watching as these cowards celebrate silently as they slouched in relief.
The voice made a gesturing motion with their hands, demanding the commissars to quiet down.
"Now," the voice said, their words filled with a sly smile, as I'm sure they were also excited to cower in the confines for a ship in space. "We need a volunteer to stay behind and hold the line while we withdraw. Who would like to volunteer?"
I shot my hand up in an instant.
...
I was the only one.
My fingers curled in anger, my breathing echoed in my gas mask as my brething became erratic.
"Klaus Blitzkrieg, thank you for your service to the Emperor. What do you require? We only have a limited amount of supplies, but it should be enough to last at least a month. If you're that lucky." The voice said, his last words no more than a whisper.
I could barely control my anger, but I tried to speak, "Give me all the Kriegsman, tanks and supplies from all commissar groups. They won't need it," I ordered, basically speaking through my teeth.
"That can be done, now here-" The voice said, holding a piece of paper in his hand. On instinct, I walked through the crowd of cowards and grabbed the paper.
"Show that to anyone and they will give you supplies, I will call all the Kriegsman here, this is where you will hold the line, that is all." The voice concluded.
Before I turned around, I could feel someone's chipper attitude. I was done with their cowardice, I don't care if it's treason, no one else is going to cover their retreat. Fuck these heretics!
"You call yourselves commissars?" I spat, my voice filled with fury and scorn. "You are nothing but cowards and traitors! You would forsake your sworn duty to the Emperor and the Imperium, just to save your own skins!"
The other commissars bristled at my words, but I continued undeterred. "You cowards. At the first sign of loss, you run with your tail between your legs! Pathetic!"
One of the other commissars spoke up. "And what, Kriegsman? We are vastly outnumbered and outgunned. It's suicide to stay and fight."
My face contorted with grim determination. "Suicide? No, it is service to the Emperor. It is our solemn duty to secure victory! to die if need be, so that others may live and continue the will of the Emperor!"
I dropped my hand to my thigh, where the handle of my shovel was, gripping it tight. "And any commissar who does not understand that duty, who does not have the courage to face the enemy and uphold the Imperium, is nothing but a heretic. And heretics have no place in the Imperium!"
One of the other commissars stepped forward, his hand on his sidearm. "How dare you insult us like that, Kriegsman! We are all loyal servants of the Emperor, and we have the right to fight another day!"
I turned to them, my face pulsating, though gas mask hides it from sight. "You have the right to die with honor, like true soldiers of the Imperium, or you can die like the heretics you are. Make your choice."
The commissar drew his sidearm.
In a swift swipe, my shovel cut into their neck. Killing them before they could fire off a shot.
The other commissars stepped back in shock, their eyes wide with fear. I stood there, breathing heavily, before turning and marching out of the tent.
***
(Normal POV)
All the commissars in the tent stared at the body of their fellow commissar. They knew that this act that Klaus committed was punishable by death, but all were to shocked to speak.
The officer, who relayed the order from the higher ups, glared at the back of Klaus until he left his sight, anger seething in his body.
The officer threw out his arm, and shouted "I order the execution of-"
Before the officer could relay their orders, a commissar spoke up. "I don't think you should do that,"
Turning to the voice, the officer saw commissar Lyn, a blonde woman with blue eyes and a scsr across her eye.
"And why is that, Commissar Lyn?" The officer asked. Although he didn't have to listen to her, something inside him told him to do so.
"Look around," Lyn gestures to the room filled with Commissars. "If you kill Klaus, then one of these people who don't want to hold the line will have to replace him and no one here wants that,"
The officer snared at this. Although Lyn was right, the rcodex states that he must be punished and he said as much to Lyn.
"I think you forget that he's a Kriegsman. He will die in a suicidal charge and then will be thrown to the warp, shaming his ancestors and our Emperor. The worse punishment he could receive, don't you think?" Lyn said, trying to hide a smirk once she saw the officer contemplate her words.
After a while, the officer nodded his head, "That is a good punishment. I could even execute him if he somehow lives, so it's a win-win," The officer smiled before ordering the moving of the base, retreating to the closest core cities and leaving.
Lyn let out a sigh of relief as she was left alone in the tent. 'Finally. Though that was easier than I thought,'
Lyn didn't hold any sentiment toward Klaus, she just wanted to leave as fast as possible, and the execution of a Commissar takes longer than anyone's comfortable with.
With that, everyone except for Klaus, his tanks and supplies were left.
***
(Klaus POV)
I scowled as I watched all those coward's and heretics run away over the horizon from the comfort of the shade that a tank provided me.
I looked over to my side and saw the hill if supplies that I was able to grab, and on the other side I saw 12 tanks all lined up.
I left the shade and looked around, scanning the surrounding area for an vantage points and whatnot.
"Hills and flat ground," I began to picture a set up of the army. A tank in each hill, providing cover fire, depending on numbers we could have a regiment protecting each one or just a squadron.
I unconsciously rocked my jaw side to side as I continued to observe the surroundings, picturing more ideas.
Moving forward a bit, I found myself walking down a steep slope and an idea formed in my head, I instantly grabbed my bloodied shovel and began to dig a trench.
...
I made it halfway across the slope, and I definitely underestimated the width of this slope, but like music to my ears, I hears the engines of tanks and the marching of soldiers.
I looked toward the direction the cowards had gone and just beyond the horizon, hordes of Kriegsman, tanks and supplies emerged.
Wiping the dirt off my hands, I put my mudded and bloodied shovel away before putting on my gloves and waiting for the arrival of my brethren.
...
As the horde of Kriegsman made their way to me, they filed into their lines without an order, their tanks lined up with mine and the supplies joined mine.
A smile crept under my mask, the joy of having a disciplined army along with trust was one that few could experience with any other Guardsmen.
While looming over my brethren, I was approached by another commissar, one that was also Kriegsmen.
"Are you also order to hold the retreat?" They asked.
"You mean cover the escape of cowards and heretics? Yes, I am." I responded before turning away from the army and facing the soon to be battlefield, images of plans crossing my mind.
Fellow commissar and Kriegsman hummed in response before turning around to the battlefield.
"Do you have a plan?" He asked.
I pointed over to the hills before speaking, "I think tanks should be set up on those hills, protected by a battalion of Kriegsman," I moved down to the trench I was digging before continuing.
"Then we place snipers along this slope, in trenches and providing cover, while the rest of the Kriegsman make trenches on the flat ground," I gestured to bottom of the steep slope. "And we do what we normally do, attack at range and then charge when up close."
"A good plan." My brother in arms praised before I walked next to him.
"Do you know if we have any other regiments coming?" I asked.
"I know that one more is coming, more of our brethren, but it's Commissar Brook who leads them here." He responded.
"Is that an issue?" I asked as we made our way up the slope back to the army.
"No, I just don't trust non-Kriegsman with Kriegsman is all," He concluded before we stopped in front if the army.
"Give the order, tell them the plan. I will look to see how long we have until the Orks arrive," I said, which he nodded to before I walked away.
...
I stood atop one of the highest hills nearby and looked far into the horizon with some binoculars.
There was big black plumes of smoke and something moving just behind the row of hills far in the distance.
'We probably have a day max to set up,' I thought, as I glanced at my brethren as they readied themselves, digging trenches and driving tanks to the hills with about 300-500 Kriegsman behind them.
I put the binoculars away before making my way down to help set up.
'This is truly the Emperors will, and I wouldn't have it any other way' I thought, excitement running through my body as I couldn't wait to fight.
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Now, my goal is to not go off track and hold the feeling of Kriegsman during this time and during his adventure through Star wars.
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