The Small Bunker - An imperial guard siege story.

[Vulpine]

This Small bunker

By Vulpine

 

This is the first short story of 5 that I wrote. I've had a load of positivity from this forum so far and I wanted to stick them all up for you all to have a read.

 

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This small bunker had become like a tomb, Captain Carson thought as he let out a sigh, he wished he wasn't there.

 

Carson watched, board, as the rain drops move horizontally across the recesses of the gun slit of his pill box . He watched as each rain drop joined with others as they danced across his view of no mans land, until eventually the weight was to much and they dropped down. Down into the defilade immediately below his position.

 

He was extremely irritable, and had been for ages. The repeated flickering of the light in the corridor behind. The drip drip of water that had somehow got into the ceramite fortification that he could not locate by eye. The clicking of weapons and equipment by the six fellow Steel Legionaries of the 141st that were stuck in the box with him. All these things made him so frustrated and snappy.

 

The friendly chatter of his comrades had ran it's corse also. The same talk all the time, the excessive swearing and blasphemy and the fact that it was almost always lewd talk about some girl. Alternatively, occasionally about how board they were, which really got the once loved, friendly captains back up. So the weapons team sat in the small bunker in absolute silence.

 

Carson looked behind him, down the tunnel, as the light started flickering again, he could just make out the ordnance gun crew who manned the larger bunker directly behind his. He then looked out front, out past the rain drops, he looked down the steep hill, he looked across no mans land, he looked at the dead enemy rebels, not even one had made it even 500meter from the fortress Carson manned. The enemy laid flat in mud and entangled in barbed wire and all of them full of holes. 'why am I here?' he asked himself. He didn't know what this war was about, only that three months ago he was fighting against the Eldar along side this enemy regiment that now littered the field, full of holes, holes he and his weapons team had done. The regiment loved the Emperor... Must be a tithe problem... Almost certainly, Carson thought to himself.

 

He was given this important battle field position due to the fact that he was a veteran of siege war fair, but this was a typo of sorts. He was a Veteran at leading successful assault into enemy fortifications not protecting them.

 

Captain Carson was a legend once. He lead his company across battle fields and mine fields and always from the front. In one hand a frag and the other his famous drum fed auto pistol. Now, his bulky auto pistol swapped for a small, hold out las. That frag in his hand was now a pair of binoculars.

 

Click, click. Carson took his eye off the view and looked at privet Benson. Benson had opening the loading mechanism of his Heavy Stubber and was releasing the drum clip.

 

"What on thrones sake, do you think your doing you gratchin S#'t !" Carson yelled. Benson jumped, his face looked like he was looking down the barrel of a earth shaker cannon. "Just the hourly check, sir" Benson found the words hard to speak, and ar stuck in his mouth..

 

"no hourly check" Carson demanded, "I told you! I don't care what command says, no, clicking of your weapon privet, it's too loud, enemy will hear it"

 

Benson, snapped the mechanism back. All of Carson's men knew the reason was bull. It's because he hated the clicking and that the once loved and revered captain was now just another shouting officer.

 

Captain Carson looked out across no mans land again. He was sure he could see movement through the missal, he pulled his binoculars up and could just make out two Russ tanks moving towards the barbed wire. He pulled the binoculars down without moving his sight away "her they come again lads!" he warned his team. He could see the reflection of flickering light on the pill box wall that framed his view.

 

"I'll blast that damned light" Carson span round in his seat and pulled his hold out las pistol, giving the impression he really meant it. Carlson noticed something was up tho. The light wasn't flickering, it was a blue light coming from bunker behind, strange, Carson thought.

 

"Benson, Kane, Tommy, get your las's, rest keep ya eyes out front" Carson whispered to his men. The three loaders in a instant were standing with there las riffle ready, waiting in suspense for the next whispered order, "with me lads"

 

Carson scampered up the grey cermight corridor, full of the same energy he used to have buckets of, winged by his three men, who once again would follow him anywhere. The lights in the giant rear bunker had been destroyed. The only light was from the large slit in the domed roof that aloud the three Earth shakers to reek there havoc and the light in the corridor that persisted to flicker again. Carson and his men paused at the doorway.

 

No las fire, no orders were being shouted, nothing. Then he noticed something moving in the darkness to his Right. He pulled his pistol up and fired into the darkness. whatever it was, flashed a bright blue light and disappeared . Carson and his men fired into the darkness anyway and hit nothing.

 

Behind them Carson and his three men could see the blue flashing lights in the bunker they had just left, then screams.

 

"oh throne!" Kane remarked

 

"Kane, tommy," Carson spoke calmly, trying to reload and ignore the confusion, "get across this bunker to the connecting door to the fortress, we cover, then cover us!"

 

"yes captain" they both replied as the started sprinting across the emplacement.

 

Carson pulled his pistol up covering the two guardsmen. A heat started burning at his neck and sparks stabbing at his back. Carsons head span round but his body stud still, he looked straight over his shoulder at the blue light and then the mask of an Eldar, before he could warn his men he felt the weapon being discharged into his back.

 

Carson could feel the wire inside him, unwinding, he could feel the blood filling his lungs, his eye sight went blurry but he could see the blur of flashes as the Eldar attacked the last of men, he could here the noise of screams.

 

All the trenches I stormed, Carson though to himself as he felt his life slip away, all the times I was first out the trench across no mans land, all the shots that missed me, the mines I happened to step over, the opponents I overpowered in combat. All the possible glorious deaths I could have had and I die, shot in the back, in command of this small bunker.

[Vulpine]

My spelling is poor. I spell as it sounds usually. I have Dyslexia, so I struggle with spelling and grammar. So eventually I could get a mate to prof read and edit for me.

Thanks