IDICBeer Terrain Square Competition FINAL
Channel: WarbossTae
Date: 01/04/2014

This is the story of Imperial Guard outpost designated Laertes Manufactorum Omega, where the brave and ill-fated Krieg 667th Siege Battalion were recorded to make their heroic last stand against an uprising of Chaos cultists and Traitor Imperial Guard on the hive planet of Saint Antonio.

Due to clerical error on the part of a sloppy administraum adept on distant Terra, the 667th was left, abandoned and unreinforced, on a mission of what they thought was vital importance: Protect the manufactorum.  

The manufactorum was reported to be the sole processor of a powerful STC (Standard Template Construct).  According to Imperial Intelligence, it was the only site that had the knowledge and capability of producing an ancient, one of a kind super heavy tank.  Without it, the Imperial war effort in the entire sector would be at risk!

...Unfotunately, the clerical error was that the Standard Template Construct was actually located in a DIFFERENT structure, the Laertes Manufactorum Alpha Omni (LMAO), which was on a planet light years away.  The only thing of note produced in Laertes Manufactorum Omega was a type of combat boot specially made for Ogryns that were insulated and flame retardant.  D'oh!

High Command has recalled all of the troops on the ground for redeployment, but the 667th did not receive the order.

The brave Krieg guardsmen watched the drop ships climb into the upper atmosphere, their silent, stoic rebreather gas masks betraying no emotion.  As one, they turned to their commander, Colonel 7895-867324987.  He glanced at the warehouses full of Ogryn flame-retardant combat boots, then back at his men.  

He immediately gave the order that the 667th do what they do best, reinforce the manufactorum and prepare for siege by the enemy. 

They could have thought they were being betrayed, they could have thought that they had been forgotten.  

But the Krieg Guardsmen of the 667th were not trained to think, son!

So stoic and phlegmatic were they, that the regiment fixed themselves on the task at hand, fighting the forces of Chaos.

With the Imperial forces in retreat all over the planet, the Traitor Guard and forces of Chaos all set their eyes on this last bastion of the Emperor's light.  After days of battle, the Traitor Guard throwing everything they could at the manufactorum, the Krieg Colonel realized that he was running out of resources and manpower.  

Unbelievably, when they were deployed to the planet months earlier, they were overstocked with petroleum and heavy ordnance.  Another mistake due to clerical error.  

But they did not have any food or water, and had run out of their allotted combat rations weeks ago.  For days the poor defenders were reduced to eating rats that they captured and drinking irradiated rainwater filtered through raincatchers they had built using the stupid Ogryn boots.  

Among other things they did have at their disposal was enough heavy ordnance to level a city block.  Rockets, missiles, and Earthsaker shells were sitting in their crates, but the tanks and artillery that were meant to use them already light years away.  

Succumbing to ego, hunger, or madness, Colonel 7895-867324987 met with his command squad and delivered the death sentence for his regiment.  

They thought it was a fine idea.  

Then, he called his radio vox operator, Guardsman 53780-356732, and organized the work that would prepare his men for the final battle.

When the Traitor Guard and their cohorts of frothing chaos worshipping lunatics made ready to finally crush the Krieg Guardsmen, they met a strange sight.  The manufactorum was rigged to explode, barrels of prometheum and heavy ammunition surrounding the compound.  Krieg guardsmen, faces hidden behind their rebreather masks, looked back at the traitors silently, as if to say, "U mad, bro?"

Above it all, the proud and well worn colors of the 667th Krieg Siege Regiment, which had first been raised on Krieg five hundred years ago at the unit's founding, were flying proudly from the collapsing building.  

With his squadrons of Leman Russ, Valkyrie, and even a Baneblade lining up for the final assault, the traitor General laughed, knowing the outcome of the battle would be his.  

As the sun rose above the distant spires of Saint Antonio's primary hive, the traitor General Lopez de Santa Anna gave the order to attack.