A trenchers life. (Preview)

[Phat13uddh4]

So sometimes when I'm a little stressed I write, and I've been way into the Warmachine/Hordes universe and well I ended up writing this last week so I figured I'd share this with y'all. And while I love the fluff I don't have access to all of it so if I mess something up feel free to correct it so I can fix it. I'll try and update when I can but who knows when creativity will strike. I do have a plan but we all know how that works.

Oh and while I don't explain it here the plan is for the warcaster's, Rayce, personal jack to end up being an old busted up Defender he gets and the hammer will be gone so he replaces it with a nomads sword and the cannon will be basically a 3 grenadier cannons cobbled together to look like an oversized charger gun.

Rayce Abrec

The earth explodes under my feet throwing me backwards. I make it to my knees and see two of my trenchers disappear in a ball of ash. In the resulting gap I see two Nyss rush forward towards me with their strange curved swords raised high. I focus my powers into my warcaster armor and let it jump me to my feet, and let loose two quick shots from my short barrel cavalry rifle doing away with my two would be killers.

My trenchers reform the line and I take a moment to reach out with my mind and link with my ‘jacks Grand Trencher is towering over my body raining down death with his modified cannon, and my ‘clad is holding his own against a Legion monstrosity with great scything arms, on the west side of the fort, while the sword knight he was with strike hard from the flanks.

I reach out to my minuteman light jack and see that the Khadorans are pushing forward and my lines are wavering. So with a push of magic the ‘jack releases the steam compressed in the pack on his back and it leaps over the line of trenchers landing in the midst of the iron fang pikemen. He lands with a crunch and the hiss as the stabilizers in his legs absorb the impact of the jump, I push magic into the ‘jack again and he unleashes a volley from his flak cannons ripping into the nearby pikemen. I release my link to the minuteman and let it pick the targets for its slug guns.

I leave the ‘jacks to their jobs and resume doing mine. “All right boys lets show these skinny bastards how we fight a war!” I reach out with my magic and enhance the power of the trencher rifles near me. And watch as the rushing Nyss are cut down in a concentrated volley of bullets. “Junior! Get your butt over here, and bring that hunk of junk of yours with you!” I yell and watch a short young man covered in dirt, grime, and blood; wearing a mostly functional suit of warcaster armor rush from behind the cover of his light ‘jack and stand next to me. The lad still hasn’t gotten his head around that as warcasters our job isn’t just to lead but to inspire those around us. “Boy, you’re 3 foot tall they can’t see you behind the front line here, stand tall. That’s why I assigned you that walking shield over there so you could keep him around to catch bullets for you.”

He stops ducking as soon as the Sentinel gets to us stands up straight and salutes me, “Sir! Yes, sir!”

“Boy what are you doing saluting an officer in combat? You know the rule, No saluting during combat unless you want that man dead.” I ignore his stammering excuse, “Doesn’t matter, I need you to hold the line here. Me and Grand Trencher got some business with a pale wench and her pet monster, so you hold this line and remember the plan. The train shows up you get the cargo on the train and get out of here.”

I hear the sergeant yell that the Nyss are charging again this time with a beast of some kind. “Get that chain gun up and running Junior, and hold the line until the train shows up. I’m gonna be mighty pissed if I kill that wench and you’ve lost the tech’ I went to the trouble reclaiming.”

I hear him shouting behind me but I’m no longer paying attention. I’m running after a woman who wants me dead and wondering how everything got so screwed up...

*edited cause I do not type faster than I think so I left out a word or two*