Story part twelve

Janes had done his best to forget what occurred between him and his family.

His family made him execute criminals in public, to toughen him up and mark his authority upon the hive world of Janis. However when his uncle ordered him to execute an unproductive worker in public, young Janes found it to much. Janes remembered the man who was not much older than himself, him begging for mercy appealing to his conscience. Janes remember his wrist shaking as he placed the las-pistol to the mans head, and pulling the trigger. the memory haunted him.

His niece, who was the sister of battle caused him some initial discomfort as she reminded him of his home world. A home world that he was happy to forget.

never the less Janes's past was a demon he would have to slay by himself, he did not wish to show weakness to those who relied on his confident façade.

it had been quiet since the two orks came crashing through his command bunker with there messages attached to them, of the ork weapon of mass destruction, the world of Bogmoor hated peace, peace only built suspense for the next attack.

No one was complacent, the citizens of Bogmoor where far to used to war and its associated atrocities to stay complacent, complacency equalled death. immigrants who came to the world where suppressed to meet a battle weary populous that constantly worked, the populous, would prefer to drill with weapons rather than drink and relax. These immigrants would have to learn the ways of this world if they wished to survive.

The Bogmoor guard was using more and more tau equipment, the guard in fact where performing new unknown feats, with these tau weaponry. Military planers sent reports to the governor that guardsman at distance where gunning down feral orks located in the swamps. They also theorised, that chaos space marine armour would be penetrated, if shot at in mass volleys. Never the less these traitor marines where still a formidable adversary, that was feared more than ever before.

however in the back alleys of Bogmoor laid a gene stealer threat, and a Tyranid invasion. Never the less the world was more prepared that it was before, housing blocks where being converted eagerly into fortified positions where las-cannons would be mounted and firing port holes would be constructed, the settlement across Bogmoor located in the mountains and on the islands resembled fortresses. each citizen and guardsmen knew there role in an invasion and each would perform it, if he/she wished to survive.