CommissarNolan

His hands worked feverishly to staunch the flow of the blood, cursing in his head as the moans and screams of his patient had started to turn into low grunts of discomfort. He'd be damned if he would let this one get away from him. The moist sounds of his hands as the rummaging against the young troopers inards was all he could hear now, as he slunk his head. Standing back from the make shift operating table, his gloved hands balwed into fist. In a fit of rage and a curse on his lips he yelled, the back of his swinging hand knocking the tray of surgical equipment scathering on the floor. Regaining his composuer, he took the troopers

As she stood watching from afar, she could sense the presence of her advisor step up behind her. She did not turn to acknowledge his presence. But he bowed in respect as he normaly did. As she sighed, still watching the vast horde move across the snowy wastes towards the minimal resistance of the humans. Just then her advisor spoke in a soft, calm tone, as was their races' speech. As the cold wind whined like a calling of their ancestors troubled and plagued past. "Farseer, it would appear that the humans have come under attack by the Ork warband." He finished standing back up straight in a smooth fluid motion. As she remained watching. "Th

The Ork batterys had been silent for the last five hours. The men in the Imperial trenches grew restless, the cold and fatigue catching up with them.But that was not what had Commissar Nolan worried, it was the silent waiting, there is only one reason artillery would stop firing and that meant a push by the enemy forces. Nolan was sure that the men knew it to, and it was in these times that men would worry themselves into a state of fear. And they would route at the first sign of a staunch attacking force. That is why he had issued orders too all Junior and Senior officers too remind their men the importance of this last ditch defence of the