Blogs - sgtwebby

He was at the rifle range. They had all just been given a MPR-3, the standard rifle used by a Paladin and commonly referred to as a Slug Rifle due to the caliber of ammunition used by the rifle. They had only just begun to receive their implants and as such the rifles were still bulky in their hands. Their teacher began to pace back and forth.
"This is your life. Lose your rifle and your mission has failed. Lose your rifle and your brothers and sisters die. Lose your rifle and you die. This rifle can penetrate even the densest of armor. It is a MPR-3, that is to say a Magnetic Pulse Rifle type 3. It has an ammunition capacity of 35 rounds. It fires a 20x102 M55A3 caliber round. Its effective range is 700 yards. Since you do not possess the ability to fire it from a standing shoulder mounted position you will practice lying down with the bipod. Now everyone get behind your rifle."
They all quickly lied down behind their rifles. He looked at it with amazement. It was the pinnacle of small arms military ingenuity, to create a weapon that small but with so much power. Next to the rifle was a full ammunition clip. He wanted to pick it up and examine the rounds inside but resisted not wanting to get made an example of.
"Now everyone put their hand on the receiver and pull back the bolt. Be careful or you will..." The instructor was cut off by a loud scream and yell. He looked back at the noise. One of his brothers was yelling in pain and as he held up his hand he could see why. His brothers hand was covered in blood and missing several fingers. The instructor called for medics and walked over to him. He turned to the other aspirants. "Like I was saying, be careful or you will get hurt. Bolt springs are extremely powerful." He shook his head in disappointment at the aspirant as he was carried away by the medics.
"Now once your receiver is open, take your ammunition clip and insert it into the rifle. Pull the put his hands onto the rifle, trying to keep it steady despite its awkward size and bulk. "Turn your safeties off, and put your fingers on the trigger." He paused to allow his students to adjust themselves. "Now take a deep breath and let it out. Focus your thoughts and concentrate on your target. When you take your next breath you will let it out slowly and fire. Commence the exercise." He took his breath and let it out. He pulled the trigger and was not ready for the recoil and his rifle flew out his hands and hit him in the head knocking him out.

Seventh Company, Second Battalion, Fifth Attack Brigade, attached to the First Imperial Marine Division, stood at attention on the landing pad. Behind them were four assault transports, one for each of the three platoons and one for the command staff. Reynolds stood in front of the company. His men all wore defiant faces, they were ready for battle. The companies guide on was fluttering slightly in the wind. Reynolds let out a breath of air and began his battle speech:
"This company has stood and defied countless xenos and traitors alike. We have stood our ground when all others fled. We have carried the Emperors banner into battle when no others would. We have truly earned the countless battle honors bestowed upon us. Once more though, I ask you to do what no others would. I ask you to go into a battle with almost certain death. I will not lie to you. This battle will cause numerous casualties. Many of you will not return alive or able to fight again. But unlike any other company within this Attack Brigade, you will defy the odds. You will win and you will all return alive." He paused to let his last sentence sink in. Reynolds looked over several of his Sergeants who were nodding in approval. "We all joined knowing that one day we would not come back. But let it be known that we will postpone that day, until the devil himself will have to come and drag us to his fortress.
The task set before us is not an easy one. We must provide a distraction and draw out a mass number of enemy xeno. If we are successful, it would allow a team to get to the anti-air batteries unnoticed and destroy them. We will do what we do best; we will smite the xeno with the Emperors wrath. For we march to battle..."
"...and we shall know no fear." The company echoed back. The platoon leaders dismissed their men, who were quickly filed onto the transports by the Sergeants. Reynolds entered the last one. He was joined by his First Sergeant, XO, and other command personal. He went to the last seat on the left, secured his rifle in the rack above him, and strapped himself in. it took two minutes for the transports to get clearance to take off. Reynolds transport was last to leave. It shook heavily as it gained enough momentum to lift itself off the ground. But once it got itself moving it smoothed out. The trip was estimated to take thirty minutes. Once the transport had gained safe altitude, a green light went on above the door to the cockpit. It was now safe to move about the transport. Reynolds unstrapped himself and went to the cockpit door, opening it and entering.
The two pilots sat side by side, their heads not visible as they wore flight helmets. Reynolds was not interested in them. He went to the small alcove in the cockpit containing a communications terminal. He activated it, connecting to the Imperial Command frequency. Once he had typed in his codes, it took only a minuite for the face of General Mason to appear.
"We are en route sir. My company is ready to do battle. We will give your team as much as a chance as possible."
"My regards on accepting the assignment Captain, we will be awaiting your go signal. May the Emperor be with you, for you march to battle..."
"...and I shall know no fear." Reynolds finished, as tradition stated. The transmission cut off. Reynolds left the cockpit and went back to his seat, strapping himself in. He looked at his watch. Only ten minutes had passed, still twenty to go.
The transport began to shake as it began descent. Reynolds woke up and dazily looked at his First Sergeant.
"Were two minutes into the landing zone. All platoons report battle ready status. I ordered a standard sweep formation as they disembark."
Reynolds nodded his approval and shifted in his seat to wake up. Reynolds bowed his head and began to mutter a few words:
"Dear Emperor. May you shield us in this coming battle. May your hand guide us and your fury empowers us. We are only your servants, servants who wish to live, so that we may fight in your name another day. Grant us your protection. In your name do I ask this." He raised his head and was now ready for battle. The transport touched ground thirty seconds later.

The Imperial Marine Corps is the backbone to the Imperial Military. The Corps numbers in the billions. They are the ground forces and space ship security forces. The Corps is absolutely crazy in battle and are one of the most feared of any of the miltary in the universe. The usuall mantra of the Corps is to charge headfirst into any situation and ask questions later.

The ranks of the Marine Corps are:
NCO:
Private
Corpol
Sergeant
Staff-Sergeant (Squad leader)
Sergeant First Class (Platoon Sergeant)
Assualt Sergeant
Officer:
2nd Leiutenant
1st Leiutenant
Captain
Major
Leiutenant Cornol
Cornol

FLEETCOMMAND is the hq of the Imperial Space Navy. Its is led by the Lord Admiral, who is currently Lord Admiral Peter Hecton. FLEETCOMMAND has control over all military vessels, except those used by Imperial Intelligence, they also have the ability to use any private or commercial vehicle should it be needed for any reason. FLEETCOMMAND is a massive orginization with many secret subsections.

The ranks of the Imperial Navy are:
NCO'S:
Crewman
Crewman 2nd Class
Navel Sergeant
Crewman Officer Third Class
Crewman Officer Second Class
Crewman Officer First Class
Chief Crewman Officer
Master Chief Crewman Officer

Officers:
Ensign
Junior Lieutenant
Lieutenant
Lieutenant Commander
Commander
Captain
Commadore
Admiral
Rear Admiral
Vice Admiral
Fleet Admiral
Lord Admiral

Fleet Command Ranks:
Fleet Leiutenant (1-10 ships)
Fleet Captain (10-20 ships)
Fleet Admiral (20+ ships)

I am currently working on a book that will be a collectiono of short stories from the Imperial Empire of Man. The Empire is somthing i have thought up. It is led by (what a suprise) the Emperor, Who is Acually living. The Empire has united the human race and gave them a purpose. the book will focus on providing a view of the four military groups, the Imperial Marine Corps, The Imperial Storm Trooper Legion, FLEETCOMMAND (Imperial Space Navy), and Imperial Intelligence. It will also show the attitude of the human race to alians or the xeno, heritics(people who openly curse the emperor) and sepritists (the goverments that refused to join the empire) it will also feature one story about the emperor, so you understand him. I have no idea when i will finish this, since school is very demanding on me right now. I will somtimes post experts from some of the stories. So I hope you will enjoy this and cannot wait for the next post.

ok so I am currently focusing on Imperial Intelligence, most notably the Black Knights. The Black Knights are the only line of defence the Imperial Empire of Man has aginst Sepratists who have infultrated the Empire. The Symbol of the Black Knights is a black eagle with its wings spread out with the symbol of the empire behind it. Black Knights have full authority to detain, search, kill, anything deemed a threat to the empire. Knights (as they are more commently known) are picked from the most loyal Storm Trooper Companies and somtimes from Imperial Marine Corps Special Forces Divistion. The Uniform of the Knights is an all black unifrom. While their armor is also all black. All Knights are officers. Black Knights answer only to the Director of Imperial Intelligence and the Emperor. The code of the Black Knight Legion is "Kill the Xeno, Destroy the Mutant, Kill the Heritic" This is drilled into all Knights and all of them live by it. Knights are master infultrators and assions.

This is all i can think of for now as I am new to this. depending on the reception i get on this will decode wether I will do another one.