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Tales of the Young Pups


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"Beating your head on the Land Raider really isn't going to help." observed Jester. Jonas looked over at his brother and sighed, "I had no idea what I was putting Vassakov through...." He watched as his Blood Claws were trying to get the pink paint off their armor, the results of the backlash from Vortek and Puca playing a prank on Lukas the Trickster. "So why is Jonnywolf rubbing his head all the time, anyway?" asked Jester. "Oh, his ear itches since Bjeorn put it back on. He decided to interrupt a wager with 'Horse and Decoy on a bet and , well, you know how Decoy likes to uh, remove things..." "Oh yeah, what was the bet?" "Well, a small scrap broke out and someone tossed the young Hendrik, not our favorite graybeard, out the window. As he was trying to crawl back in, they decided to try the bet about handing him a flagon of ale to see if he would grab for it." "Did he?" "We'll never know, Jonny yelled something and interfered, so he made it back in before they could finish. That's when Decoy took the ear." "Okay, so now we have TWO Hendriks running loose? And why would that make you try to cave in the side of Daniel with your own skull?" "Because they have proved that they are even more dangerous to the general area than we are in a Land Speeder. And now Firenze is trying to figure out a way to get even with us as well as Bjeorn and Ragnarok." "Um, why are all of them looking to avenge themselves? We just got back and haven;t even finished offloading yet."
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Jonas sat down and leaned back against the great land Raider that had carried him many times. Looking at his friend Jester he started to tell their tale when a loud feminine scream that was followed by several oaths echoed through the bay. The young Claws all looked at Daffyd, who began looking around, as if planning an escape.

Jonas began wearily.....

" We got tagged to go to a quick run for a break in fight. Nothing too bad, with Bran and Maverik's pack along to keep an eye on us. We were going to meet up with some of our IG troops to finish clearing out some orks that got overlooked. I'm having all my pack carry extra ammo, you remember when we were new, how we ran out that time, so what do I find? Not only extra ammo, but they are all trying to load extra grenades, too. That wouldn't have been a problem except butterfingers over there.." here he paused to point at Vortek,"Drops one, tries to grab it, pulls the pin and it bounces right under Ragnarok's feet! After the smoke clears, we try to repair the deck, the holo projector is trashed and Ragnarok is trying to decide whether to kill him right there or just feed him to the orks. So now we hook up planetside with the Guard troops and they start making plans for the attack. The orks are coming up a valley, loaded on a bunch of trucks and will get to us in a couple of hours. We needed a way to slow them down a little, so we grabbed jump packs. Mikal was along and said he still remembered how to use one, so thankfully we had a Rune Priest with us. So off we go, bouncing like mad, the kids all screaming and yelling like, well, like we all used to I guess. Once we were a couple of kloms out, I had them start taking lower jumps so they wouldn't spot us too soon. We set up an ambush and waited. Well, here they come, fat dumb and spoiling for a fight. Four trucks and one of those screwy looking battlewagons of theirs, all loaded with ugly. Mikal tells us, "Hit the trucks with your pistols first, land, hit em with the grenades and jump out." Simple, right? Riiiiiight. This bunch is so hyped up, we go bouncing in, I don't know if they could hit a battlewagon from inside it with pistols. At least they did manage to land on the trucks, well sort of. Art least they didnt land under them. Grenades going off everywhere, Mikal's watching 2 bunches and I'm watching the other two. Yelling to remember to pull the pins, use chain swords, whatever. It's a furball for those few seconds of combat and the boys are actually doing pretty well when the battlewagon opens up on us. Well, it misses us and blows up the lead truck! It takes out the next truck when it flips over! At this point I know I've got to powerfist the 'wagon. so I jump right behind it and swing. I mange to tear a tread off it and just about the time Mikal shows up to help, three or four grenades go off. Yup, the kids were just trying to "help". At this point I know we've accomplished what we came for and yell for everyone to get going, half of them jump the wrong direction, don't EVER trust Lakota to point the right direction by the way. Mikal herds our errant pups back together and we head back to base."

Jester looked at him and said, "It sounds like they actually did pretty well.", "Yeah, but you haven't heard the rest, yet...."

At this point, Daffyd took off running as fast as his power armor would carry him as a Space Wolf wearing only a towel grabbed Jester's chainsword as he ran past. A green eyed beauty with a fleur de lis tattoo in a towel yelled "Get him Horst!" Jonas looked at his pack and Night Runner shrugged and said, "I guess he shouldn't have put the jello in the hot tub...."

The bay suddenly grew quiet as all eyes looked over to see an unmistakable warrior stride in. Aged, but as powerful as Fenris itself, the Master of the Space Wolves, Logan Grimnar headed straight for Jonas and Jester. As they snapped into attention, their Master looked them over, then looked at the side of the Land Raider, his gaze settling on the remains of the legendary ale cask on the top of the hull. "Stromclaw, you have made a legend with your new pack. Never before has ANY pack ever tried to blow up a Wolf Guard Battle Leader, scare a battalion of Imperial Guard into surrendering to them, wreck two Land Speeders, wipe out a whole load of orks, get a Wolf Priest painted pink and not lost a man in their first combat." Throwing back his head, he roared out with laughter and said, "Let's hear the rest of this tale, lad!"

Delightful!

 

Jonas shifted nervously next to Land Raider's assault ramp, wincing every time someone kicked Jester in response to the 'kick me' note Puca had stuck on his backside. He looked over to where Logan Grimnar stood, watching the blood claws' antics with a bemused look. The Great Wolf had decided to accompany his pack on their next deployment just to observe their insanity in first person.

 

Why me? Jonas thought miserably. The rest of my claw has already been promoted. Skirax is working with the wolf priests, Firenze has already been to Mars for Iron Priest training, and the rest are grey hunters or dead. Why am I the one stuck babysitting the whelps with behaviour bad enough to attract the attention of Grimnar himself?

 

The assault ramp slammed down and the smell of Chaos corruption filled the troop bay. Instantly Jonas's mind was flooded with hate. He howled and charged out into the open. Iron Warriors filled the trench at which the venerable tank had stopped. The bloodclaws hit them like a tidal wave, but Grimnar waded in after them, matching the younger warriors kill for kill. Jonas pistoned his powerfist through a Havoc's armor, the traitor's chest disappearing into a red mist. He snarled, enjoying the tasted of blood in the air. The tiny part of his consciousness not focussed on slaughter thought Oh, right, this is why.

 

 

 

After the battle Grimnar inspected the bloodclaw pack with a critical eye. To a man they were coated in blood, bullet craters and chainsword scrapes creating gaps in the gore. Several of the youngsters had the glazed, feral look of those still struggling with the wulfen. The Great Wolf spoke. "Well, you must be the luckiest pups ever. Twenty five traitors and an insane walking tank destroyed with not a one of you dead! Nicely done with the dreadnought, by the way," he said, clapping Jonnywolf on the shoulder. The young bloodclaw grinned and clasped his meltagun closer to his chest. The Great Wolf turned toward his Thunderhawk, shouting "Keep up the good work!" over his shoulder as he left.

The Wolf Priest Bjeorn came around the Land Raider, with two blood claws, each being hauled by their ears, and holding scrub brushes. "Ah, Lord Grimnar, I thought i heard your laugh. Always an honor to see you. Allow me to finish this tale while these two keep scrubbing." Jaco and Hendrik looked up for rescue, but realized that help was no where to be found, so set back to work on the ornate armor of the Priest. Lord Grimnar cast an approving eye at the brunette in the towel and stated "Here, my dear, you might as well be comfortable while you wait." The obvious friendship earned by several centuries of battle showing, Bjeorn reached over and took a cigar from Ragnarok, leaned back and began....

"As these youngsters headed back, we could tell by the comm chatter they were being followed by three deffkoptas. The Gray Hunters fired up three Land Speeders to give them a hand as soon as they cleared the crest of the valley we traveling up. As they came in range, we saw the pups actually trying to grab the 'koptas and a couple of them grappling with the ork pilots. Unfortunately, two of them got a little bit high and promptly got swatted by the rotors of the koptas. You could say that has a bad effect on all involved and anything nearby, too." "Is that what happened to our Speeders?" asked the Wolf Lord. "Aye, A Space Wolf hitting a Speeder like that is a little hard on the engines and control surfaces." But at least we did get all the koptas knocked down. But when the last couple of flying furballs landed in the smoldering wrecks of our land speeders, they nearly knocked down an Imperial Commissar, who promptly tried to surrender to them! Then Maverik had to keep him from shooting some of his troops who were laughing so hard they couldn't help themselves. Unfortunately, one of our young missiles richocheted of Daniel here, taking out the keg of Wolfwhiz, that's why Firenze is still after him....."

About this time Warhorse walked past, dragging an unconscious Daffyd, tossed the sword back to Jester, who caught it easily, saluted his Lord and said "I'll be back as soon as he's done cleaning." The Bolter Babe just blew him a kiss as he went past.

Bjeorn paused to inspect his armor, then continued," Well, after the pack was reassembled, Jonas got them lined out and set up so that we could take them from one flank, while our brothers were on the other. IG in the middle to give us fire support. Well, the orks surprised us by actually trying an attack from the side, instead of their usual direct assault........"

what=o

did i got kicked from my greybeard position! no more of this noncence! i demand justice aand restoration of my honour!

My apologies to my elder Brother! I hope the edit in the very first post here will help to make amends! Slides large ale to Hendrik and whispers something about two bolter babes waiting in the nearest hot tub.

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