It's been three years before since you were recruited. By your internal clock, it's been nine. Stupid Warp travel!

>How long have you been serving the aquila?
Two weeks.
>In that time, what rank have you managed to climb to?
Meatshield.
>And what achievements of yours have been recognized?
Survival.

>>14087700
Had it only been two weeks? The time had passed like an eternity. Less than a month ago you had kissed your mother good bye and your father had not had the heart to watch yet another son be taken from him. You are a conscript. Cannon fodder, as your veteran comrades are callous to joke. You are unremarkable in every way. You have done everything you could to survive up to this point, even things you may not be proud of.

Your hand reaches up to thoughtfully touch your cleanly shaven scalp, but then you pull back your hand in alarm at the copious amounts of dried blood caked upon your cranium. A feeling of dread starts to manifest as you suddenly realize how distant the sounds of war have become. You had taken a hit, and you had been left behind, your unconscious body mistaken as yet another casualty.

>>14087761
You manage to pull yourself to your feet. Looking out over the lip of the shallow entrenchment that could have been your grave, you are appalled by the sight before you. You had seen death in your short two weeks as an Imperial Guardsman, but never like this. The rain-soaked wasteland that stretched on from the trench was suffocated beneath a layer of the dead. The dead from both sides: your steel-colored great-coated comrades and - what had they called your enemy?

>>14087857
Tyranids I believe

>>14087857
Tau

>>14087857
You've been caught in the middle of the great Space Carp migration. Space Bear are everywhere.

>>14087857
check the uplifting primer. Its holy pages will surely bring about a recolection.

>>14087882
why would nids leave me alive?

>>14087892

No, it was the Slann.

>>14087892
Yes. The Tau. You could see their strange yellow armor amongst the dull colors of the dead and dying. Their weapons had picked off your friends - and you, apparently - for days. You need to do something. You must find your way back to the others. But how?

>>14087911
We're missing a part of our head. Surely not being heretics, our troop had to have taken our copy of the Primer. Can't let Chaos get a hold of it!

>>14087922
The Litany of concealment

>>14087922
Because they thought he was dead?

>>14087937
Step one, put on their armor.
Step two, masturbate furiously.
Step three, put on foot in front of the other.

If /tg/ has taught me anything, this is the best Tau disguise possible.

>>14087952
You don't know much about tyranids, do you? MUST CONSUME ALL BIOMASS is kind of their thing.

>>14087937
surely my munitorum issue compass is still attached to my sleeve? Head South, after all, we headed out north.

>>14087937
Get into one of their uniforms? If not check if they had any human traitors with them and pretend you are one until you get a chance to escape

>>14087959
They don't consume biomass immediatly after killing the enemies I believe, they wait at least till the resistance died.
Remember that picture of the sole IG survivor hiding from the tyranids and about to kill himself? This could perfectly have happened, except we were unconscious.

Search the bodies for a working vox, see if HQ is still operational

captcha: from ogncood
guess we know the name of our homeworld!

rolled 92 = 92

Check inventory.

>>14087960
Failing to see anyone else amongst the living, or at least on two feet, finding someone to help you is out of the question. You remember marching north from a fortress you cannot recall the name of. The path had not been pleasant, and you are not eager to walk it in reverse, but it may be your only chance.

>>14087990
With a bit of effort, you manage to pull your battered body up over the lip of the trench, and you wander out amongst the dead. You are suddenly aware of a great pain in your side, so you hold your hand to where it hurts as you walk, but it seems to do little to dull the strain. Carrion birds flutter off as you approach, and the bodies around you move lifelessly as vermin picks at them for a meal. It is quiet. You grow increasingly uncomfortable. You keep an eye open for a vox, but you find nothing. You do manage, however, to find a few spare charge packs for your lasgun. Just as well, you suppose - you've heard getting a clear signal on Tyrfa is next to impossible.

rolled 31 = 31

what do we find?

>>14087979
Consumption is an ongoing process. The act of actually harvesting the world itself generally only happens after all resistance has been eliminated, but carpets of Ripper Swarms and Malantropes will follow in the tracks of Tyranid assault forces as the invasion goes on, consuming the dead and anything else they can get their teeth around.

>>14087761
wait

>less than a month (assuming 3 weeks) ago you kissed your mother goodbye

>two weeks on this planet

>week long basic training

lrn2 military

basic is usually about 4 months in the novel 15 hours the guardsman had a 3.5 month long basic training


this makes no sense

I'd rather rest up and try to heal this wound before heading back to the fortress, but I should definitely get clear of these bodies first, south it is.

>>14088101
Warp
dickery
time
travel

lrn2 SETTING

>>14088079
Oh fuck when I read this I thought you were talking about tuberculosis

>>14088101

THIS IS THE GUARD, YOU BASTARD.
They recruit whoever's available in tense times, then show them how to shoot for a week and hand them a lasgun.

>>14088127
no just no

basic training is not done in the warp

3/10 troll

>>14088135
>>14088127
its obvious neither of you have ever even picked up a guard novel

>>14088145
Seriously, are you this dense?
>0 - recruit leaves home
>~3 months - recruit is trained
>~4 months - recruit is put onto ship, ship is put into warp
??????
>-7 months - exit the Warp before you entered the Warp, enjoy your temporal paradox scrub
>2 weeks - space flight ends, you have no lande--
SHOT IN THE HEAD, RETROGRADE AMNESIA

Troll something else, useless tripfag.

>>14088155

If the planet gets sieged while their core legions are away or under-number...
LEARN TO FUCKING MILITIA.

His rank is "Meatshield" after all.

>>14088037
You have a lasgun. You had been issued overcharged packs to better punch through the armor of the enemy. You also have a spade for digging trenches, and sharpened for close quarters combat if needed. You also have a basic set of medical supplies. Nothing fancy; you haven't been with your regiment long enough to be trusted with much of the standard kit.

>>14088105
You decide to treat your wounds. You find a fallen log to sit down on, and you check your meager amount of medical supplies. There is a brown bottle, a bit of bandage, some cotton swabs, a pair of scissors, a wooden splint, and two rectangular-shaped packages that peel apart to be separate but are currently stuck together. You also spy some ration bars.

>>14088175
Or this is also an acceptable answer.

rolled 93 = 93

>>14088185
Where are we hit? Is it just the head that's bleeding? Are we hungry?

>>14088185
Just stuff some cotton in there. That'll hold ya! Maybe waste a bandage if we're feeling FANCY. Those scissors are weapons, keep them somewhere handy.

>>14088249
>>14088185
With a bit of water from your canteen, you begin to soak the wound. That makes sense, right? Afterwards, you wet one of the cotton swabs with some disinfectant from the bottle. Feeling satisfied, you cut a length of bandage to wrap around your head. Having done this, you feel a lot better about your predicament. An infection is now the least of your troubles. The pain in your side is still a problem, but you unbutton your greatcoat and lift your tunic to see nothing more than a bruise, likely from when you fell.

As you stand, you hear a groan of pain from the ground near where you had been sitting. You stop in alarm, momentarily shocked to hear another sign of life.

rolled 96 = 96

>>14088310
"In the name of the Imperium, identify yourself!"

>>14088334
You had not heard yourself speak in quite awhile. Your voice sounds odd. You are aware of how frightened you sound. The response you receive is not in any language you know of. There is a xeno, just out of sight. It shifts slightly; you can see it's legs move from behind the log. It cannot stand.

>>14088310

Approach the source of the sound cautiously. Lasgun at ready.

>>14088371

What predicament is it in? Also, what equipment has it got? Could be something useful we could take, after we shoot it.

>>14088371

Charge over, execute in bloody fashion with combat knife.
Take trophy.

Then make our way back to an Imperial authority, claiming that by valor and skill we alone survived where our squad was killed.
We finished off the xenos with extreme prejudice, all alone.

>>14088175
"imperial guard quest" not "departmento munitrium militia quest" 2 different things
>>14088171
also warp travel never sends you back in time only forward

>>14088407

Fuck you, you're wrong about both.
Read the fluff, including the codicies and the RPG rulebooks.
(Specifically mentioned in the DH rulebook about ships arriving before they've left.)

>>14088378
>>14088386

You approach slowly, your lasgun rested against your shoulder and pointed in the direction of the fallen xeno. Your aim fidgets just a little, but you keep it steady on the immobile body. You can see immediately that it is in no position to fight. It laid on the ground, periodically attempting to stand, but unable to do so. It's helmet was cracked; it's armor, too, and one of it's arms was mostly gone. It was not long for this world. You are surprised to find that, up close, it is much shorter than you are. You cannot identify any of it's alien equipment, though you do recognize it's weapon lying just out of reach from it. It seems to plead to you, but again, you fail to understand it's wicked alien tongue.

>>14088453

'Away with you, xeno. Take some relief from this.'

Then shoot it with lasgun. Check out that other weapon it was holding.

>>14088438
It's mentioned alot of places, the Ork codex has a story about a warboss arriving at back at his start port before he left, killing his past self so he could have two of his favorite gun.

IG codex also talks quite a bit about hastily levied troops when they're short and desperate.
You don't need special training to be be conscripted, just an unswerving loyalty to the Imperium, commissar induced.

>>14088453

I put on my robe and wizard hat

>>14088453
Seconding:
>>14088395

>>14088453
Steal its gun. Use its alien gun to shoot its alien head. Foul xeno scum!

>>14088438
give me 1 fucking example of this....


Just by saying "you are wrong" does not make it so

I am not the one who nether understands military training or how the warp works in fluff

maybe read a book some time instead of hanging out on /tg/ all day, you might learn something

>>14088531

Rogue Trader Rulebook, page 183-184.
It's canon.
Kill yourself.

>>14088475
The alien body tenses up then falls limp as your shot is the shot that finishes it off. You approach the creature's weapon and pick it up. It feels odd in your hands - it feels wrong. You feel as though you are doing something you shouldn't, and so, you lay it back down against the log.

And then you realize once more that you are not alone. Your eyes scan your surroundings for the source of the observer, and you gasp out loud when you see it. An odd hunched creature, vaguely humanoid, clinging to the hollowed out body of a nearby Leman Russ. It stomps it's feet then howls when it sees you, dropping off the tank on the other side and disappearing. You had heard rumors of strange mutant creatures that lurked in the swamps, but had been told they were completely unfounded. According to rumor, they were not dangerous on their own, but a group of them was a bit to worry about. It was a good there had only been one of them.

A few moments after the first creature's cry, a few more sounded from the surrounding wasteland, each one closer than the last.

>>14088531
This is one of the more ironic things I've read today. Someone who obviously hasn't read the codexes telling the person who has it right to "go read a book."

rolled 10 = 10

>>14088570
Get on top of Leman Russ, at least we will have high ground.
Also keep an eye out for any useful equipment that we could salvage

>>14088570

Cut the xeno to let its blood seep a bit, then run off away from the coming mutants.
They most likely want food, and if they smell xeno blood, they'll probably dine on it and fight over it... instead of us.

>>14088562
OK I checked and you were right

But this still does not negate the original point

OP says that he had left a month earlier

based on the clock the guardsman was running on its a month of travel

because you cannot measure time between worlds since it is not standardized

every guardsman measures his service by how long it has been for him not by standardized imperial time(which is rather fucked up)

>>14088624

What the sod is your point?
>World attacked by Tau.
>Regiment under-populated.
>Fresh green recruits/enlistees rushed through training.
>Sent to defend world from Tau.

Stop trolling the thread with shit that is covered in the fluff, and by (oddly enough) real life.
Or at least don't do it with a tripcode.

>>14088624
Just stop posting. Or at least go back to Anonymous so that we don't always know, forever, that you are a willfully ignorant jackass.

>>14088611
You make a beeline straight for the Leman Russ and climb atop it. She had been a beauty in her day, and her chassis was marked with many kills. This was all before something had punched through her, and had taken her crew with it, a bloody hole in the back of the tank. The gunner still remained, however, manning his post even in death. You apologize to his spirit, and push him from his spot, and get behind the machine gun yourself. The weapon wasn't hard to figure out. Your heart beat quickly. This was kill or be killed. You had definitely shot at living things before, but you'd never been the only one shooting. There was nobody to the left or right of you. There was only you.

The first swamp man scrambled up the remains of a great oak and screamed at you, before the branch he was holding on to fell and he crawled at you without breaking stride. You hold down the trigger, and tear him apart. More join the fray. You do a good job of picking them off - with a weapon like the one you were behind, you didn't have to worry about such things as missing. This is, until, one of them leap on the tank from behind you and grip you by the shoulder, pulling you from the gunner's seat and off the edge of the tank.

You fall in the mud, with one very wild and hungry mutant above you.

>>14088705

Scramble to feet and push away.

>>14088661
>>14088674
oh man how will I ever get over the fact that 2 little fuckers think I am ignorant!

my life is over

also guard do not recruit that way they receive replacement from local pdf I sight the guants ghost series

they never just "pick up" random people the population would be conscripted into militia(which is not guard)

and lastly if they are a recruit from this world then why would warp travel be a factor in their week long basic training?

>>14088705
Shoot him with our lasgun.
If we can't shoot him for some reason, chop him to pieces with the shovel.

Bump!

rolled 92 = 92

>>14088738
And by shovel i mean spade.

>>14088738
If that doesn't work run back to the Tau corpse and try to make the beast intrested inthe xenos flesh instead of yours.

>>14088735

I'm going to play with you.
>Did he say it was *this* world? He just said "world."
>The Guard doesn't conscript people at all. Not at all.
>Maybe he was a local PDF reserve.

See, when you're obviously wrong, and the evidence is against you, no amount of trolling will stop the purity of logic.

Please continue the quest, this will be a side attraction.

>92
Blessed spade! Hero of the Imperium!

>>14088734
>>14088738
You leap to your feet in a hurry and shove the abomination as hard as you can in an attempt to put some distance between you. With strength you were not aware you possessed, the creature falls back against the body of the tank. Finally, you are able to get a good look at the creature. You notice how malnourished it seems. You also notice how definitely human it is, or once was. Attempting to raise your lasgun to put the abomination out of it's torment, it lashes back out at you and slaps the weapon from your hands. Grunting a curse, you pull your spade from your belt and shove the sharp end right into the creature's neck. It gargles blood, and when you push further, close to decapitating the beast, it finally falls limp and dies.

You are alone again. Now would be a good time to leave before more show up.

>>14088835

Right. Where *can* we go? Go up the Leman Russ again and survey surroundings. Or we can go south, retracing our steps as before.

Kneel down and pray to the emperor for guidance or at least thank him for helping you in this battle

>>14088851
I second surveying our surroundings.

>>14088851
Cleaning your spade of the demon's blood, you climb back on top of the tank to get a better view of your surroundings. They're much the same as what you had seen before: the casualties of war, mysteriously untouched. Beyond the snaking trench line you had once protected with your comrades, you see a bit of empty field, scorched by enemy artillery. The field eventually breaks into some wooded swamp, and through that, was the fortress. That was south - also the direction of distant battle.

Pledge your soul to Tzeentch so you he can help you escape. Or just turn you into a chaos mutant.

>>14088913
Let's head south then, unless someone has a better idea.

MARCH TOWARDS THE FORTRESS/BATTLE SINGING THE PRAYER OF SAFE RETURN!

>O Eternal Emperor,
>Who Alone watches us,
>And rules the tides and stroms,
>Be compassionate to your servants,
>Preserve us from the perils of the warp,
>That we may be safeguard to the domain of men!

>>14088948
>>14088957
You remember it being quite a distance to the fortress at which you had landed and received your orders. It had been a difficult enough march with your comrades, but alone? The thought was far more intimidating. You climb down the tank and start off in the direction of the swampland.

You attempt to ease your discomfort by silently reciting prayers and litanies in your head. Among them, 'The Prayer of Safe Return'. It seemed fitting. Thunder claps overhead - the sound was too immediate to be mistaken for distant artillery. As threatened, the sky opened up and rain fell down in force. Tyrfa did not boast idle threats.

end of part I.

Will return with part II.

>>14088928

Second this, actually. Tzeentch. Or Slaanesh, to keep spirits up while we trek.

When?

>>14089071

Later today! Or around the same time tomorrow.
This is actually my first quest thread.
Arguing aside, I hope it was enjoyable.

>>14089099

Arguing?
It was troll-slaying.
And he has been soundly defeated.