Journal log #13
Thank the Emperor that I was able to walk away from that with my life by that thing just running off, I mean what am I suppose to do in that situation? If I were to shoot that thing then it would more likely start to attack me and well possibly kill me on the spot(Oh what? You expect me that fight that thing?! I don't even know what those fucking things are or how they even work, I much rather don't want to be involved with whatever those things are until I know how they work and how to deal with em). Glad that there are no Commissars around here or he/she will just blast my brains off, like, what's scarier for a Guardsman to deal with when it comes to life and death? The abominations and horrors that he or she faces? Or that looming threat that there's a gun pointed at your head if you were to ignore orders or show signs of waver? Warp if I know, and I care less about that. You know what matters?
I LIVED
With some valuable junk that I have gathered from that piled up robotic bodies and those bipedal fucks that I destroyed, I got stuff to trade, and some materials for me to tune up something or perhaps create something to make my life a bit easier. I also got something for the Little bastard, I mean it's better than having it look boring and generic and give it a little bit of it's own identity, unlike most of the people I know of such as those Space Marines, Weird Skitarii folks, and us Imperial Guardsmen even though we all have names and our little dog tags but not that it matters, we're all just expendables cast in a uniform mold. It's true we have our own reasons to fight or do anything in life for that matter but in the end, we all do the same shit and guess what? We die.
I don't think there's much use to keep my dog tag with me at this point, if I die here no one would find me or even bother to find. Even if the weirdos were to find my body I doubt they can even read fucking low gothic and at the very least don't turn my body into fucking starch. By the Emperor, just thinking about it made me feel sick to the stomach, I just ate a can of it some time ago and thinking about it now made me regret eating it but it's best that I don't throw up and have my rations be put to waste. Well I can't afford to be a pussy about it, or I die as one.
I do wonder how much this junk is worth to those folks at their camp, I mean the ones with more humanoid structures but feminine for some reason(there are young boys among them but only a very few). Probably something those wealthy fucks ordered from the Mechanicus but honestly what's the point if they got no genitals. Well it's not my business to know anyways and no I don't want to fuck those things, because honestly they remind me of those servitors that I saw the other day, creepy fucks aren't they? Well if you don't know what a servitor is... imagine it being half man half machine, but devoid of free will and emotions. Just looking at those things just made me feel bad but really, what can I do? I'm just a guardsman who wants to live.
The climbing bit part of going back to the archway of the complex area, yeah that place that I've said in my previous log. Well, it sucks because climbing up was a bit of a hassle, but I can manage, though getting sand in places is not pleasant but I'm trying to survive here so I'm not gonna complain. Well it's kind of good to vent it through my logs and possibly breaking a few pieces of furniture that I come across, I mean hey! it's working... but it kinda attracts unwanted attention so I'll be sure to remember that. At the moment I'm walking back to the city ruins with my journal in hand through the shade, well I have my Laspistol ready if something were to jump on me.
Journal log #14
I finally made it back to the city ruins. Well I don't have to endure the heat from that sandy area and have sand right between my ass and around my balls. But of course I ignored the lady by that tent area because I have zero clue on what she says and I just respond by raising my hand up briefly as I pass by her, well she was annoyed judging by her reaction but eh, I don't even want to bother since I have to organize on what to trade and what to keep, I also got something for the little shit if you remember what I wrote from my last log, a stuffed toy and a worn cap(It's not much but it will do). Well, before getting back home to my little hideout, I better find that bike that I hid somewhere around here, so I hope nobody would try and steal it or wreck it somehow.
Well I got two things to say.
good news, my bike is still safe...
Bad news, there's a towering monstrosity of a machine with a pair of humongous arms, I mean it's not as outrageous as the Greenskins' designs of their stuff but I gotta admit, it looks ridiculous. It got small skinny legs so I can just easily outmaneuver it's metallic ass, but I can't be sure just yet, if I'm gonna be surviving this and finding a way to contact the others to help me out and possibly get something out of this world. Better yet...
Space Marines wrecking shit to these bipedal fucks and I get front row seat for it! ...As long as I'm not part of the wrecking part because I got a lot things to plan such as not becoming corpse starch. Ugh I mean I eat corpse starch almost everyday back before I arrived here but it's the only thing that we got to eat and it's much more better than eating some shitty ration bars, I mean it's so bad that I heard someone had to put rat dust on em to make the damned bars more edible. But I hate admit that corpse starch would be better due to it being more filling and tasting slightly better than the dry ass bars. It feels like you're stuffing sand into your mouth, but I do not know wether or not it's better to have sand in your mouth, or between your ass.
So the large ass thing kinda just stood there and just spaced out ,so, I might be able to sneak in and quickly make my way out of it's vicinity, as long as I don't make a peep.
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HOLY FUCKING SHIT
Somehow that fucking thing just noticed me when I'm quietly get onto my bike, the part of it that saw was it's fucking head that was way under which could be it's "machine ball", I mean two is much worse and even more horrific if they add a FUCKING AUTOCANON ON IT. But fortunately it doesn't have any of those attached, but good thing it's slow on it's feet and it takes time for it to wind up an attack to hit me, but what I didn't expect is that while it pursues me, it fucking T-poses and it's arms starts spinning around like a damned copter as it hovers towards me, right now I'm hiding in a brush at the moment and just peeking out of it with only my binoculars and from the looks of it, it's safe to come out and make my way back to my little hideout, but I didn't get out of it without a scratch though, the time I found out it can fire ball-like projectiles, I got hit by one of them and it hurt like a butt cheek on a stick that I almost fell out of my bike, but I managed, so no issue because my flak armour did save me from it but I gotta have a way to repair it or find a replacement. If only I got some more fancy stuff like those Tempestus Scions, but I gotta make do with all I have and not becoming reliant on fancy stuff like their gear and what not. Not like I'm jealous or anything.
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I managed to get back to my the hideout and just rest for a bit before I can manage the junk that I have been collecting and decide wether or not to keep and trade, there are some good ones and I can tune my Lasgun (lasagna gun) and my Laspistol to make them pack more punches and have less of a spread when firing. Now that I think about it... I can try to modify it to become a sniper equivalent of my Lasgun but it's gonna become heavier and not much good when fighting in direct combat, so I'll just lessen the spread and probably organize some materials to make myself a chainsword, better yet a powersword or a powerfist. Well I'll leave the power weapons plan to whoever even reads my journal.
For now I'll call it a night because I'm exhausted and my everything hurts, especially my right shoulder because of that towering fuckwad.
Journal log #15
Well the little bipedal shit seems happy about the worn hat and the stuffed animal. The little shit kept saying 'brother' over and over again. Which just annoys me
I still lack the materials to even create a simple chainsword due to the components I gathered were not really what I need to assemble, and I'm running low on some stuff that I need like medical equipment and some bait for my traps.
Well, I think the folks from that camp near my little hideout are telling me to come with them to their base for something which I'm pretty suspicious of but I don't really want to lose the only trading partners that I can find, so I accepted their invitation, they even guard me like as if I'm a rogue trader or something. But nonetheless we do arrive inside their camp and of course I hide my face with some wrappings that I used back at my small trip to the desert area, I'm just glad it's not some sort of trap and it's kinda similar to the Imperial Guard encampments that I've been in but... you know, no Commissars, no Ogryns, and what not, And more importantly they do not have the stuff that identifies what regiments they are in. Luckily it's they're not chaos but it kinda sucks that they're not of the imperium or allied to it judging by the absolute lack of the imperial aquila around this encampment. But it is a very decent one, it's got a barracks, weapons that I have not seen before with what it appears to be the guy in charge of it, I could possibly browse some of their selection of gear or even help me fix or tune up my Lasgun or Laspistol but that's not what I'm here for right now.
There's a fellow sitting by some spare parts and junk and his legs are... machine-like..? But they're busted up good from what I can tell and he's been trying to fix them, yet he kinda just hesitated and appears to just ponders instead, I'd call him a weirdo but I've seen some people with mechanized limbs back from where I am so it's honestly not that weird, I can buy some junk off of him for some stuff that I can make like some upgrades for my bike to make it motorized. I'll talk to him later so I can get some stuff for my bike, wait hold on... What if I just make a similar bike to that of a Space Marine bike from the Adeptus Astartes, it's a fun concept but I'll definitely tune up my bike eventually if I really needed it. But sadly I have no idea how to create something like, the only thing that I have been thought in my early years is just assembling and disassembling standard Guardsman gear like our usual Lasguns and chainswords.
And there's the medical area with some beds and the curtains, there's someone who I believe is in charge which is from the entrance of the bed area of it, but it appears that some of the patients laying on the bed have one of their limbs missing but something was off about it, the stumps seemed... mechanical, just like the other guy with the broken down mechanical legs. Nonetheless I need some medicine and bandages because I might be running low on the supply, got nowhere to contact to get some more, and the dangers that I keep getting into that somehow found it's way to me. After the trade, I should try talking to this lady for some meds and some rolls of bandages... IF I CAN UNDERSTAND WHAT THE EVER LIVING FUCK THEY'RE SAYING!!!!!!
I don't think I can survive here without proper communication with the locals and I'm sure as the Emperor's glorious ass that I definitely need it, this entire thing is just giving me a damn headache at this point. But the people who I'm trading with are happy about the junk I've been scavenging, but what's my concern is that those humanoid robotic "corpses" that are piled up and the two naked white haired weirdos. Man I think I'll be dealing with a fuck ton of these things and maybe I should be needing a meltagun and something to disable machinery entirely, I think that they're a type of xenos that we haven't heard of but we'll see.
Oh great... it's those weirdos in black from before, I'm aware that they're machines with the appearance of humans but I'd rather be alive than just zealously try to kill them. I don't even know what they're capable of so I'll just keep my distance from them and they'll just leave me alone, besides it's not like I'm different from anyone else here at the encampment, though my armour and helmet are concealed to with some cloth to hide the Aquila emblem and don't forget, my flak armour's green(much different from their colour scheme).
After buying a replacement for my earpiece hoping to be able to communicate my higher-ups, but, of course with my fucking luck I've been approached by some armed folks of this encampment, gesturing me to follow them from the looks of it. If it's a trap, I have a few tricks up my sleeve but there's a risk of not letting me visit here due to my behaviour. So I followed them and it appears that I was lead to a tent with a table in it, inside the tent is their commander from the looks of it, she's got that tanned skin with a cloak and a hood, and she appears to be young as well. Well if I'm honest, I've seen a bunch of folks who are enlisted in the Astra Militarum to young, especially the creepy ones called "Death korps of Krieg". Well, it's nothing new to me but I'll show my respect if it keeps me from turning into corpse starch.
Journal log #16
Well something fortunate just happened to me, so remember that time that I complained about not understanding whatever the fuck they're saying? Now they modified the earpiece that I have bought recently so it can translate their language. It surprises me that they have that kind of tech that would be only available to diplomats and other people who are in higher rankings, but I still can't speak their language. The only way I communicate with them are just simple hand gestures, I know it's dumb but I gotta make due somehow. I think they just like to see me wave my hands in the air like some sort of dumbass.
Okay, right before I was gonna make my way back to my hideout, I was greeted by two individuals, and I can already guess, you know who it is. Yep, it's those two weirdos in black again with their two floating box servitors and I do not know what they want but they said the commander of this camp wants me to help them with their investigation of some sort, I mean I'm surprised as to why but it might be something concerning and I might get paid for this, possibly some materials that I can find and a good time for me to get familiar with this world, so might as well. But that doesn't mean I'll let my guard down, I can't really trust them just yet and I have something just in case.
For now I'll end this log here, don't worry I'm not planning to just die to whatever's ahead of me. Maybe.
[To be continued]
I had an editor for this chapter.