From the Begining New Chapter Added (9/12/06)

[Starhawk]

Well more like the way the English used to raise regiments but since WH40k based the IG recruitment style on that than indeed they do sound much alike either way glad you like.

And hey guys you can all be happy now I have officially disbanded the SS for the SD please tell me there are no evil organizations out there with the initials SD hehe.

[El_Phil]

Uhhhh sadly yes there is. The SD did stand for the Sicherheitsdienst which was another Nazi 'security' organisation. You don't have alot of luck with these acronyms do you?

[Starhawk]

Holy crap on a stick your joking!

:Charlie Brown: AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGHh

Screw it SD is final as I've never heard of them before lol

[Mephisto]

Uh, most Germans will know the SD for sure. Many Jews will. The Reichskristallnacht was mostly done by the SD, not the SS, if I'm not in error. Well, anyway, if you every want to publish in the German countries, SD will be a "nono" by law.

[Starhawk]

Meat to feed an angry beast:
The world of Thorsburg was a buzz as word spread from city to city that the Icaran Empire had finally decided to pay this former Rebel Alliance world some attention after decades of being nearly ignored beyond the production of starships. The manner of that attention though was the source of much strife within the political offices and even on the streets. The Royal Navy had arrived two days ago with twelve dreadnoughts and two massive currently empty troop transports and what they brought with them was an edict of levy which required Thorsburg to form two entire regiments of troops for His Majesty’s Royal Army to be dispatched on the grand crusade to conquer the Andermanian alliance.

To anyone on Thorsburg over the age of thirty it was a hard thing to be sure as they had seen their own alliance conquered by the Icarans, and now they were being told that they had to muster 8,000 of their young men and women and send them to fight and die in a war to conquer another democratic nation that the average citizen of Thorsburg only heard about on the news. In the streets of many cities “demonstrations” were assembled to protest the demand to raise regiments and hundreds were injured as local FSD brigades marched in with riot gas, stun batons and armored riot breaker vehicles.

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The chancellery building was a relic of a bygone age where democracy governed Thorsburg and the young and promising “Rebel Alliance” was first stepping bravely out into the galaxy after shirking their oppressors it’s massive stone walls were made to resemble the buildings of the old Greek cities of long ago, the beautiful white stone still showed the horrible scars where the Rebel emblems were burned from the walls by the old “SS” brigades as the “pacified” the world and it’s population, it’s old fashioned fence was reinforced by an invisible “blast screen” and an entire FSD brigade was assigned to provide on sight security, inside was the first meeting the local Icaran governor had dared assemble with the local civilian government since his installment by the Praetor less than two years ago after his predecessor was hung for treason when it was discovered he had deliberately prevented tens of thousands of his people from joining the Royal Navy. The purpose of this meeting was to discuss this newest demand which the Empire had placed upon Thorsburg.

“Charlie those bastards have practically ignored us for the pats 20 years except when they send in crew transports to get the ships we build for their war machine, now they want us to raise 8,000 soldiers for them….it’s ridiculous!” Günter Heinz was governor of one of the cities that had seen the FSD deploy two brigades to break up a demonstration, in the process he had seen them inure hundreds of his people and arrest over a thousand others who have not been heard from since.
“Actually Günter it’s more like 28,000 including technical support staff, 4,000 combat troops and 10,000 support staff times’ two regiments.” Harold Schmitt spoke up from the corner and blushed slightly when everyone turned to him, he was a junior adjutant to the planetary governor and his main job was “work force” management so blurting out the actual numbers was only natural to him.
After a moment of silence Governor Ervin Katz grinned at his adjutant “He’s right gentlemen, 28,000 of our young people will be called upon to fight in a war that is hundreds of light years away and that does not even affect us, but there is nothing we can do about that, if you haven’t noticed there are twelve Icaran super dreadnoughts sitting in orbit and although the majority of people simply see them as escorting the transports, enough people know that they are really here to remind us of what happens to worlds that don’t fulfill their duties to the Empire and I don’t intend on making them prove it with a broadside.” The room fell silent again as the government officials present frowned in agreement, there was nothing they could do but provide the two regiments demanded of them.
“So how do we get those 28,000? No one from the planetary defense militia can be counted on, too many of them are ex alliance army soldiers, and those that weren’t are not exactly willing to leave home.” Günter said heavily as he pulled a flexi pad out of a pocket with the list of units in the PDM and their commanders.

Rudolf Heinrich, governor of a northern city spoke up “I’m afraid he’s right Charlie, however with the zeal our young people seem to show for the Empire and its armed forces we shouldn’t have a problem raising the recruits.”
The “zeal” that Heinrich mentioned came in the form of an almost religious respect and admiration the young people of Thorsburg had for the Royal Armed forces, they had grown up seeing thousands of soldiers, spacers and marines and they saw them as valiant heroes and adventurers who got to see the wonders of the galaxy, and the fact that a great many of these soldiers were only 15 and 16 inspired the youth of Thorsburg.
The vast majority of teens and school kids even sported the so called “trooper style” fashion to show their admiration as their clothes resembled the various uniforms of the Royal armed forces minus emblems and insignia of course.
“If that fat bastard Stein had just allowed our people to join the navy perhaps they never would have asked for two entire regiments to be raised.” Precinct Governor Ulrich spat as he mentioned the previous governor of Thorsburg.
“Maybe….maybe not Ulrich but that doesn’t matter anymore, this demand has been placed upon us and there is nothing we can do now but answer the call and begin recruitment of two complete regiments.” Charles paused a moment and turned to the chief financial advisor “Adolf how much money will this cost us? And how fast can we do this?”
The young man pulled out several flexi’s and passed them around the table “Well sir the cost in material is the first major problem, we’ll have to provide the recruits with food for at least two years, not to mention uniforms, weapons, and vehicles for at least 12 armored companies assuming the standard six per regiment.” Adolf Schultz paused as the others gathered around the table read off tonnages in metals, food and fabrics.
“The cost in credits would easily come to twenty eight billion credits per year as the regiments are being raised which our best estimates place at 26 months comes to a grand total of roughly seventy four billion credits after that the Empire will take control of paying salaries and maintenance costs.” Schultz winced as a woman slammed a palm on the desk.
“Damn it Governor that’s more than two years taxes to the Empire, and don’t forget we’ll still have to pay those taxes while these regiments are being raised.” Edwina Markov shrank back into her chair with an uncharacteristic blush “My apologies governor it’s just that, this seems unfair to our people.” She said more calmly and folded her hands on the table.

“Don’t worry about it Miss Markov, you just said what we’re all thinking….and your right this will prove a problem, we’ll have to raise local taxes to raise this regiment and still pay our tax to the Empire but we can and will manage it.” Charles lowered his head and spoke more softly “Alright ladies, gentlemen, let’s be about it we’ve got to feed an angry beast and he won’t wait for long.”

A week later recruits from all over Thorsburg were lining up at naval, marine and “regimental” recruitment offices all over their planet preparing to serve their Empire and join the ranks of heroes and adventurers that they had seen all their lives, many of those anxious new applicants were only 15 or 16 and had no idea what war really was like or that hell awaited them in war zones on planets they had never heard of before.

[Starhawk]

2438.7 Assault on Caitia:
Admiral William Jefferson Ross had been in the Royal Navy for over 40 years now even though it didn’t even exist as a functioning force until about 38 years ago, he had seen some of the most devastating warfare the galaxy had ever known, and he had met some of the bravest and greatest men and women his generation would ever know and he had seen far too many of them vanish in a plume of fire or worse lost forever in the depths of space and he often wondered how long this war could last, how long the Icaran people could sustain themselves with a war that never seemed to end except for long periods of boring patrols and station keeping while the higher ups decided who needed killing next.
Ross spun his command chair around to face the master holoplot on his flag bridge and thought with a wry grin Well William they’ve certainly given you an interesting job, he stared for what seemed a long time at the slowly revolving map of the Caitia system, the capital of the fledgling People’s Republic of Remorhaz and their last real holdout since most of their frontier worlds had fallen to the pack of hyenas that was the “Anderman Alliance” after the bulk of their navy was destroyed by Ross’ 1st fleet.
The plan to invade Caitia was simple the main subjugation fleet would strike against Caitia IV, the most heavily populated and defended world of the system, afterwards two strike forces consisting of a full Super Dreadnought division and a Regiment of Royal Army troopers would break away from the main fleet and take Caitia I and II in rapid succession forcing what few military assets the Remorhaz military had left to spread themselves against three targets which would put the superior Icaran forces at a distinct advantage.
As Ross ran through his plan in his mind a klaxon sounded throughout the flagship and a proximity alert howled from the tactical section and a halo began to glow around Caitia IV,
“Tactical what’s going on?” Ross turned to see his tactical officer turn almost grey as he read something from his displays. “Answer me tactical!” The Admiral barked as the young officer hesitated.
“Sir, I count two hundred Remorhaz satellites in orbit of Caitia four.”
Ross cursed under his breath as the numbers were confirmed by other ships in the fleet, their satellites had poor sensors and weak weapons, but two hundred would at least slow his fleet down and if he got in too close even primitive satellites could cut apart his fleet.
“Helm, tactical work together to keep us just inside our own bombardment envelope and keep us out of their own firing pattern.” Ross turned back to face the master plot and within moments saw his orders being carried out as a battle line formed and the fleet began trading fire with the satellites in orbit of the enemy world.
Fortunately for the Icaran fleet the Remorhaz sensors on these satellites were worse then even Ross had believed and though several Icaran warships took damage none were destroyed as they fired into the ring of satellites. The worst part of the engagement for Ross was the time taken by the bombardment even with the number of warships he had and their targeting sensors the bombardment took almost a day as Ross wanted no slip ups accidentally leading to tragic results on the planet below.
As the last satellite vanished in a ball of plasma the HMS Alexander took up a geosynchronous orbit over the enemy world and opened its massive bays revealing 390 drop ships tucked neatly into their drop racks, 3,900 soldiers of the 1st New Haven regiment waited anxiously as their mothership spun on her side, turning her drop bays to the planet.
The familiar dull metallic thump of docking clamps releasing came seconds before the sudden jerk of acceleration and then the jostling and gut wrenching twisting of atmospheric entry at high velocity as the dropship formations raced through atmospheric turbulence in an attempt to dodge the triple A that the enemy would unleash.
As expected the night sky of Caitia IV’s target zone lit up with brilliant flashes of light and fire as planetary defense batteries opened up on the Icaran invaders, most of the enemy fire was in vein as Icaran sensor decoys and drop pods baffled sensors, unfortunately for the Icarans not all of the enemy fire missed and a dropship carrying the 4th squad 2nd platoon Fox company burst into flames as superheated plasma tore into it’s hull, as the stricken dropship spiraled out of control and began breaking apart bodies and equipment were thrown into the surrounding skies and several dropships were splattered with blood and gore as bodies impacted.
A second dropship was shot apart killing twelve more soldiers before they could even touch the ground another dropship was destroyed as a tank from the other dropship landed on it.

The nightmare had only just begun for the soldiers of the 1st New Haven as they landed only to be met by a maelstrom of fire from Remorhaz Space Marines and planetary militia troops.
Major Liz Torrington, commander of C Company was forced to order her troopers to dig in as Remorhaz marines and militia troopers opened up on her company with a barrage of artillery and rifle fire. An entire squad had been killed in the first five minutes of the engagement as an entire Platoon of Remorhaz Space Marines stormed their position and fought at close quarters with bayonets and las pistols alike.
“Watch the right damn it, the little bastards are coming up on your right!” a voice on C Company’s com net shouted and Major Torrington turned in time to see what had to be a company sized force of Remorhaz Militia charging headlong into her heavy weapons platoon.
“Five platoon, get your asses over their and help heavy weapons out, Charlie Company dig in I repeat dig in.” Torrington paused for a moment when she heard the voice of 5th platoon Echo Company’s commander on her com.
“Ma’am that’s a negative we are pinned down, enemy artillery has a pretty good fix on us and the [censored] kickers aren’t letting up.” A shrill sound caused Torrington to yank her headset away from her ear. “Son of a *****” Torrington grimaced as she realized that 5th platoon must have just been jammed, she raised her binocs to her eyes and watched as the Remorhaz Company slammed into 3rd platoons position forcing the heavy weapons unit to defend it’s self rather then provide fire support for the other platoons in her company.
The heavy weapons platoon was barely holding off the enemy Militia Company, even as their auto-cannons and heavy slug throwers tore Remorhaz soldiers apart the Militia units returned a withering fire of their own and continued to charge forward.
Torrington turned to her own platoon and stood up and raised her right hand, as she did this her entire platoon stood up with her, she turned and faced the heavy weapons platoon and with a slicing motion signaled her platoon to advance through the hell storm of enemy fire to come to the aid of their comrades.
Enemy mortars whistled in with terrifying frequency and more then one of Torrington’s troopers was torn apart by a mortar, she herself was knocked to the ground by the legless body of a trooper who was thrown a meter into the air by a mortar shell. With a grimace Liz Torrington forced herself back to her feet and pushed forward until finally the Remorhaz soldiers that were attacking her soldiers were in sight, she quickly brought her rifle up to the ready and dropped to a kneeling position along with several of her other soldiers and almost in unison the trill of AP rifle fire and the burst of purplish blue spheres erupted from Torrington’s platoon killing or wounding dozens of Remorhaz militiamen.
Energy weapons were not the clean and civilized things that the people of previous centuries had assumed they would be, they caused horrific wounds which were usually un-survivable and a “lucky” person was one who only lost a limb as an energy weapon burned through their flesh and Torrington noted with only a slight twinge of disgust the acrid smell of burnt meat as she picked her next target and dropped a young Remorhaz woman who dropped her gauss rifle, a moment of shocked horror on her face as the life oozed out of her but Torrington didn’t have the time to pay any mind to this as she stood up and continued to advance with her platoon.
The Remorhaz troops fought valiantly and forced the Heavy weapons platoon to abandon their defensive position but with Torrington’s platoon swiftly flanking them the Remorhaz militia troopers soon found themselves at a massive disadvantage but they still would not yield and instead used the craters and trees they had just driven the Icaran HW platoon out of as a defensive position of their own.
With the Remorhaz militia unit pinned Torrington was able to order her heavy weapons platoon and her own infantry platoon to simply trade fire with the enemy soldiers at range and thanks to the devastating firepower of her HW platoon’s auto-cannons the Remorhaz soldiers were killed or wounded to the last man, with not a single one surrendering voluntarily.
The night was not over for C Company as it was sent in to assault several more enemy positions throughout the course of the night, fortunately for Torrington Dog Company had taken out the artillery positions and she didn’t have to worry about mortars cutting her company apart any more. The battle for Caitia IV lasted two weeks as the 1st New Haven regiment fought against the Remorhaz defenders tooth and nail for every inch of ground but in the end the Icarans simply had the technology and the air superiority to win the battle. However for the soldiers of the 1st New Haven it was a brutal meatgrinder that cost them a 85 soldiers.

Even as the battle for Caitia IV raged two more worlds in the Caitia system were under attack and these worlds were no less stubbornly defended by the Remorhaz soldiers stationed on them, and 215 Icaran soldiers paid with their lives to secure victory. Ross felt his optimism quickly fade as he noted that there was still an entire system to secure, and tens of millions of Remorhaz citizens attempting to flea the system, people he would have to order killed in order to prevent the Remorhaz from causing the Empire more trouble.

[El_Phil]

85 dead out of 3900 a meatgrinder? OK so it wasn't a walk in the park but still...

Also, having had my own style torn apart, I'm forced to agree: Long reams of text on a monitor needs large spacing, it's so much easier to read.

That aside it's nice to see you're still going.

[Starhawk]

Well considering 85 dead and an unstated number of wounded

And yeah I have to remember when I type up my format on word that it doesn't remain the same when I post it here

[Hunpecked]

When your buddy gets hit, it's "light casualties."

When YOU get hit, it's a "meatgrinder!"

[Starhawk]

What future for the Children?:

The morning came dim and rainy on Brandenburg, much as it always did in the fall, but today the rain some how seemed colder and darker then usual as Countess Percilla Torri watched from her office window. It had been six months now since the invasion of the Caitia system saw the 1st Brandenburg regiment, enter battle as well as a large number of Brandenburg manning the warships of the 108th Super Dreadnought division which was providing escort for the Brandenburg’s transport.

Word had just arrived this very wet and grey morning that during the final four months of the Caitia invasion the 1st Brandenburg and the 108th SD division had been tasked with invading Caitia VI which was believed to be the final military stronghold of the People’s Republic of Remorhaz. Countess Torri steepled her hands as she remembered reading the report from Admiral Lord William Ross.

“To the brave and loyal citizens of Brandenburg it is my grim task this day to inform you that two ships of the 108th SD division were destroyed while valiantly protecting the unarmed regimental transport from hostile ground fire, 12,200 brave men and women perished.

However thanks to their valiant sacrifice the 1st Brandenburg regiment was able to accomplish it’s mission and capture the final hold out of the PRR but in doing so 750 infantry soldiers and 1,120 support staff were killed in action.

Because of these losses the 1st Brandenburg regiment is reduced to half strength and its tasked Escort division is down to 2/3 strength, however due to military pressures on the front we can not remove them from line service this day.

Know this your sons and daughters have lived up to the highest standards of his Majesty’s armed forces and their sacrifice will never be forgotten by me or those under my command.

Admiral Lord William Ross
Commander 1st Fleet.


Torri knew enough of the situation at the front lines to know that two other super dreadnoughts from another division had been destroyed and that all told some sixteen thousand other Icaran soldiers and spacers had perished in the battle for Caitia, a number that seemed so huge but when compared to the billions of Anderman, Mantisoran and Icaran citizens that had already died during the decades of war.

The countess looked out of her office window up at the night sky and stared at the massive shipyard in orbit, its outline clearly visible in the night sky as it orbited Brandenburg. Every time she saw that shipyard Percy couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the vastness of the Empire and the universe its self, that huge shipyard was one of many in the Empire and wasn’t even the largest space station the Icaran Navy had built, that distinctive honor went to the gargantuan Fortresses that guarded the warp points into the galaxy beyond the Empire.
Torri sighed as she remembered the first days of the expansion, when she had left the warmth and safety of Icara and colonize Brandenburg, back then it all seemed so simple, the ships so small and the universe so vast and fascinating. Now all there seemed to be in the galaxy was warfare and even now in orbit of Brandenburg and several other classified worlds the largest ship class ever conceived was under construction, a ship that made even the Five Swords of Heaven seem small.

This ship class was officially the Holy Crusade class Battlemoon and it was supposed to be the weapon that won the wars and brought peace to the galaxy, with a crew of one hundred thousand and more firepower then entire divisions of super dreadnoughts and with a diameter of 25 kilometers it was the largest most powerful design ever conceived of, but in the end Torri only sighed again and remembered how the navy had said the same thing about the Super Dreadnoughts and the Five Swords, all were “Going to end the wars and bring peace.” But all had only been countered by enemy designs and as the ships grew in power the only thing that changed was the number of lives lost in each battle

The countess of the Norvor system spent hours thinking over the situation in the galaxy and felt her heart ache, her oldest son had already been assigned to the 5th fleet and her youngest son and 16 year old daughter were getting ready to leave the naval academy in a few months and each would be assigned to warships on the frontlines. She wondered with another stab of heartache if she would ever see them again as the battles grew more deadly and the war dragged on; a war that had been raging since before her children had even been born, and a war that might very well take them all from her if it did not end soon, as she drifted off to sleep Countess Torri, the first ruler of an offworld Icaran province and the once young girl who had left Icara with wide eyed enthusiasm wondered how many generations would be consumed by a war Icara hadn’t wanted in the first place and how many children had nothing in their future but war.