The sky was pitch black and a steady autumn drizzle was further obscuring visibility. Trooper Kyle crawled through the mud, almost silently, he couldn’t see the rest of his squad mates but he knew they were there in the darkness. Kyle was part of Murdoch’s Mud Stalkers the elite squad of 9th company. Every member of the squad from Sergeant Murdoch to Trooper Stack, the squads sniper, were veterans. They had survived the beginning of the war far to the south, fought through the carnage of the Battle of the Bridges and now they were fighting the siege of Mundus Prime. Fighting a hellish war of attrition from the trenches and defence lines ringing the city of Mundus prime, Sergeant Murdoch and his squad were 9th company’s go to unit to get the tough jobs done. Tonight they were trench raiding, crossing no mans land, between loyalist and traitor trenches, their mission was to capture a prisoner for integration.
Suddenly Sergeant Murdoch’s voice whispered “Halt” into Kyle’s earvox, “Sentry 25 feet ahead.” Kyle couldn’t see the sentry not that he wasn’t surprised he didn’t have a Bionic eye like Sargent Murdoch. “Stack deal with it will you” Stack replied through the earvox. “Affirmative”. Stacks las-gun was highly modified, with a night vision scope and suppressor, and Stack was acknowledged as the best shot in the company together they made a deadly team. Kyle barely heard the shot but seconds later the earvox hissed with Stacks voice “target down”. Murdoch replied ” Squad move out”
Kyle was the first into the enemy trench dropping over the side and landing next to the body of the unfortunate sentry a ragged hole right through his forehead. The trench was filled with muddy water and discarded ration cans. A line of flickering lamps, several not working at all, were strung along the back wall of the trench. Sergeant Murdoch spoke “Our target is 30 feet left, follow the trench, it dog legs first, and the traitor command post is beyond that. Assault team hold your position here. Stack and Morgan cover the right hand side of the Trench make sure we aren’t surprised from behind. Kyle and Gunn move on the command post take out any sentries and secure the perimeter than the assault team will storm the command post and snatch the prisoner. You all know the plan, you all know your jobs remember the info you learnt in briefing and this will go smooth”
Kyle and Gunn slipped from shadow to shadow. Kyle had drawn his knife it wasn’t a regulation issue bayonet but a curved blade with brass knuckles built into the hilt and the blade was painted black. In fact Kyle thought very little of their equipment was regulation their armour was stripped down and painted black instead of regulation green. Gunn wore a bandana across his lower face while Kyle had a hood. Both carried more than their regulation allocation of grenades and their side arms were non regulation pistols Gunn used a Stubb gun while Kyle had an Auto- pistol with a drum magazine. The trench opened out into a wider area there were two traitor sentries one stood on the trench parapet staring out into the darkness towards the loyalist trenches. The other was sat on a stool, his back turned to Kyle and Gunn guarding a door in to the traitor command post.
Kyle wiped his blooded knife on the dead traitors tunic as he waited Sergeant Murdoch and the assault team. Gunn had finished rifling the other dead sentry’s pockets and was now crouched watching down the trench further to the left for signs of enemy movement. Sergeant Murdoch and the assault team were readying themselves to enter the command post. Private Benn readied his thermal axe to breach the door while Private Gibb would be the first to enter with his assault shield and combat shotgun loaded with heavy buck shot the rest of the team armed with shotguns and grenades would follow Gibbs and clear the command post. Sergeant Murdoch gave the order “Go” and Benn breached the door the assault team moved in there was the muffled sound of gunfire and a grenade blast but within two minutes the team emerged from the command post Benn had an unconscious, and zip tied, rebel officer slung over his shoulder.
Murdoch spoke into his vox “9th company this is Mud Stalker one be advised you have friendlies 20 feet out do not shoot I repeat do not shoot friendlies to your front” Kyle heard the familiar voice of Captain Holgate in his earvox “Rodger that Mud Stalker one was your hunt successful?” Murdoch replied “Affirmative command one piggy ready for interrogation and no causalities” Kyle grinned in the darkness, the tension finally draining from him, he and the rest of his brothers in the Mud Stalkers would live to see another dawn.
I wanted to make a hardened veteran unit for my slowly expanding Imperial Guard. In my mind I had this idea that the surviving regular PDF members of the decimated 9th company are spread thin as NCOs or technical specialists to try and stiffen the influx of raw civilian recruits. However 9th company command have grouped together the best survivors of the old unit into a special squad, outside the normal platoon structure, to accomplish the toughest tasks. From a purely game play point of view I should have just gone with the tried and tested 3 plasma guns and a heavy weapon set up but I really fancied kit bashing something more interesting so I hit upon the idea of trench raiders I don’t think these guys will be overlay effective in games but at least they will look cool while dying. Kit bashing wise there are pieces from old Cadians, old space marine scouts, GSC neophytes and the Voidsman kill team set.