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 The first Campaign., First Idea.
Posted: Jan 31 2008, 11:20 PM

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I did not know where to post this so I will put it here. I found this while looking around Games Workshop and I am Participating. Even though i live in Canada.
I made a Lucky Thirteen army using Guants Ghost and Last Chancers.
  Posted: Feb 1 2008, 01:13 AM

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So Now since I have the time i'll make a story.

Where we going. Asked Jenkins.

I really dunno. They never do tell us. Replied Danny.

Where in goth marshes are we going? Bellowed Raimie

Then a voice went over the whole fleet. The voice of Captain Caine went over the phone. He rarelystepped into battle. But know everybody knew something bad was happening.

Men there is a crises afoot. Our long time friends the Lucky 13 is trapped. Under attack by a huge choas raid. It is why I recalled all of you from every cornor of the system to come and save them. They have made a warp portal. By passing a crap load. Now a huge army of Deamons and Choas Spew from it. It is your jobs to go and destroy the portal. Or else we will all be doomed. Have a good day.

Jenkins. Blood of a Hellbat. Great. another storm we are sent to. Maybe there luck will rub on us.

Bull Fuck replied Ramie we always get the worst situatoin's.

Aw don't worry men. Said Solo. We will be dead. But remember. They are just like us. and by the time we stand shoulder by shoulder nothing will be able to rip us apart.

On the Hell Sung Hero.

Hell let's grab some boo's before we get down to surface. Sayed Melright.

Yeah. Might as well be drunk ass. No point in saving the treats untill you die. Replied Boey.

Hey Midget wanna swig. asked Melright.

Back on my planet we could tolerate enough beer that we would die of drowning in the fluid lads.

I'll take that as a yes. Laughed Melright.

Everyone laughed for awile knowing about the fate about to smack them in the face. Suddenly it ended. A Choas Fleet had just came in smacking the sheilds hard.

Men evasive action yelled Neryeld. Fleet launch now. I want a fire screan now you fucking dopes. not after now! Divert power from sublight engines to Turbo Laser Batteries. Fire dammit fire. Reinforcements needed now.

On board the Hydra. Sir the Hell Sung hero is getting attacked. Should we help?
Yes get are fleet in there. Launch a fighter screen. Now. Divert all power from engines to sheild there will be more where that came from. Get the other ship to cut power into engines. We will finish off that ship when in comes near. All power to Turrets.

In gods name what is happening? Yelled James. In bloody hell. An attack. Great. Get your armour on, guns ready, swords sharpened we will make planet fall in 3 hours. Tell the others. Get Coroso to get are armour ready. This is the mass.
Tell the 13 we are coming. All of us.
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