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Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Book Review: Imperial Glory



Finished Imperial Glory last night and I have to say is what a great book!

By far out of the Imperial Guard books, this one has one of the best and well developed Imperial Guard personalities that are only matched in Blood and Steel from the Bastion Series. I won’t try to compare it to Gaunts Ghosts or Shaffer’s books as those are so different and a series compared to single one off books that requires a write to develop the regiment and their personalities in a short span of a time between the covers.

Without giving any spoilers there is some interesting plot hooks and multiple story arcs in the book that takes you a few different directions. The ending to me was not totally unexpected but was a bit of a shock as to how it closes out in the end and wraps up.

I find it a nice touch also in the end of the book the writer gives thanks to his family that had served in the military which was a nice personal touch from a writer. This shows that what he wrote was from the heart as well as the mind. The front has a nice regimental layout giving you an idea of the 11th Brimlock’s organization.

My only one complaint is about the Orks. I can see how the writer was playing the orks as primitive as they were spawned from the spores of the dead orks aboard the rok that crashed on the planet. It still amazes me that the orks did not explore the rok more, especially after they figured out the lobba and cannons they found. To me, they should have been able to salvage the concept of guns, grenades and weapons like big shootas, burnas and rocket launchers making them even more of a threat. Still, it is in an Ork’s DNA makeup to understand these things and despite everything was wrecked on the rok that they should have been able to salvage something more.

Despite that one single downfall the book was excellent and worth the read! I give it 4 out of 5 Chaos Stars! Pick it up now and read away! Feel free to comment as well!

Friday, July 22, 2011

Pack by Circumstance (A short story) (Part 1)


Part 1: The Gathering


Explosions rocked the ship as Tormod Ripfang dashed his way through the ship in near darkness guided only by the red glare of the emergency lights and small fires around him. The claxons were going off with a loud shrill with the comm system announcing “All hands abandon ship, repeat abandon ship. Critical damage to the reactors overload imminent. Rally points have been transmitted via encryption for all survivors, Russ protect all of us.”

Tormod grumbled, “This was supposed to be a simple warp translation into a safe system, just a patrol….what in the seven Hels is going on?” He was just earlier with his pack taking their positions within the ship for warp translation. It was standard procedure to have all packs ready and at their assigned ship duty stations in the event of an emergency. It was usually just another boring drill, then once the ship captain gave the signal they could return to their training cages to spar, indulge themselves with some food and drink or enjoy respite in a rest cycle until duty called.

This was not the case, as they was deploying and the ship came out of translation the first explosions hammered the ship hull and sent a fireball down the corridor his squad was moving through. Only Tormod survived by some trick of fate as a blast door slammed down just in front of him as the blast of plasma was starting to melt the edges of his armor and ruined his helmet. Forced to remove it as the optics was damaged beyond repair, he snarled as the announcements started to echo through the ship as the alert klaxons started to go off. Something was attacking them….

The door before him was half open, sparks flying from the panel, it appears that someone carved into it with a power fist and ripped half the door back after a power failure caused it to no longer work. He smirked, “at least someone saved me the trouble” as he raced past the door into the savior pod section. One hatch remained open as he jumped inside to find it already occupied by some of his brethren. Quickly he slams a restraint harness over him and growls “Get us out of here…” in an impatient tone. “There is nobody else behind me and the entire deck is about to go!”

An older Space Wolf with a power fist glances up at Ripfang, “Ease up lad, we’ll make it…” Then he slaps the activation rune on the panel near him. The hatch started to close with a hiss as an explosion engulfed the bay in a wave of fire that licked around the hatch as the final hiss of pressure filled the pod leaving behind an orange glow from the view port showing the entire deck was an inferno.  A loud thump and click is all they heard as the pod was in motion spinning away from the ship towards the planet below.

Tormod was able to get a glimpse of the ship as the fires raged around it as it started to go to its final death. To him it was like the old stories of Hel itself had come and claimed the ship. Suddenly the ship exploded in a bright flash, the shockwave hit the pod moments later. Alarms started to go off and runes was flashing all over the console. Ferensian profanity and prayers to Russ flew through the pod as it began to spin in a wild decent.

The Wolf Guard calls out in an urgent voice, “Pod is off course, we have damage throughout, we must have been hit by debris…” Aaron didn’t find this reassuring and fell into his usual way of dealing with stress with banter, “Really? I thought this was all normal, but again this is my first exploding ship that I have been forced to evacuate…”

 Smoke was already starting to rise from the panel as the ship was already starting to hit the atmosphere of the planet and shaking the pod like how a child of the gods would play with a toy.  Everyone was already saying prayers or growling with displeasure as the pod began to vibrate their internal organs and the gravity was starting to claim the occupants making the restraints uncomfortable. The pod began to buffer against the atmosphere and the air around the pod howled like wolves on a dark Ferensian night stalking for their souls. Then without warning the pod struck the surface of the planet.