Colonel Commissar DaBank's Journal

Yea! That's the spirit...oops I mean Argghhhhh!

Waiting for the Enemy to Show Up(Prelude to Game 7)


Colonel-Commissar DaBank was sipping some warm Recaff in his limited editon Emperor's cup when he asked Lt Dan, "Well, any signs of the enemy?" "Sir, no Sir", blurted Lt Dan. "Whose idea was it anyway to recon this area?" DaBank asked. Lt Dan said, "Sir, it was your idea." DaBank thought about if for a minute and, "Yes, I guess it was:" DaBank coughs and loudly says, "Well, you can never be to sure where the enemy will be as you know they are very sneaky." Lt Dan, Lt Pyle both looked at each other and rolled their eyes.

DaBank peered through his amplivisor, that were equipped with night detection, and looked for movement or anything that would give away an enemy position. Pvt Seymore Bottoms brought up some more Recaf in carafe to DaBank and others. "Most thoughtful" said DaBank. Lt Dan and Lt Pyle graciously refused the Recaf for some reason.

(more later)

Wicked stuff!

Each post gives a bit more insight into just why these miscreants wound up in the Penal Legion . GREAT STUFF!

HAHAHAHA!!!! THE VERY BEST!

The game was postponed yesterday... excellent way of making something out of nothing! Go Andy!


{mutters... death to DaBank}

Ahhh... the names and the little hidden things. Hehehehe... funny as the Eye of Terror.

Thanks, it will be two days before I get to play this game. LOL. More updates as they come to me.

OH MY GOD! It's going to be the showdown at the OK Promethium Storage Facility!

The Emperor's Day...when the Sand Claws SMs kick down the front door, hang the children over the fireplace by their stockings, & torch the family dog as a possible mutant spy.

It should be Omicron Kappa but I forgot what it was called but I did remember Theta also looks like a O. I will fix.

Yea, Emperor's Day. I wanted use a popular saying but attempt to translate to 40k.

Check out this ebay auction. You will see where I got one of my ideas.

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Arrgh! No game tonight. I will write something later on about the travel to the Omnicron Kappa Promethium Tanks.

Game 7 Won



DaBank jumped off the back of the half track and pulled off his “glare shades” and told LT Dan “I love the smell of Promethium in the Morning!” Lt Dan said, “Sir, it is the afternoon.” DaBank looked at Lt Dan with a look that could kill and said sarcastically, “No Frakkin way!, Are you serious? As I never could have figured that out by my chronograph or how the sun is positioned in the sky.” Lt Dan realized he just should have kept his mouth shut.

DaBank’s men had just arrived at the Omicron Kappa Promethium Reserves. They knew from Naval Intelligence that the potential enemy was coming in via troop transports from the West and DaBank’s team of Last Chancers came in from the East. DaBank was just giving orders for the group to split up into two when Muy Fuego, the new addition to the Last Chancers who specializes in Demolition, reported in. “Truck approaching from the West!”, exclaimed Fuego and “I had time to set up two booby traps!”

DaBank smiled and knew he now had the element of surprise on his side. Just as the Last Chancers were splitting up into two groups and explosion went off on the West side. One of Muy Fuego’s booby traps had gone off. Pvt George Michael looked at the bulge in DaBank’s fatigues as he pulled out to see it was DaBank’s Amplivisor. DaBank peered into the amplivsor and saw that the potential enemy was in fact a PDF unit. “Emperor’s teeth!” yelled DaBank. We are fighting our own people he thought. This far out in the Eastern Fringe there were no loyalties. Merchants, rogue traders, Governors and PDF units would sell themselves out to the highest bidder as they assumed they never would be caught. Since the Departmento Munitorium had noticed a dip in production and sent out a survey team it had come to light that the entire planet was selling Imperium resources to Xenos races.

The heavy exchange of lasgun and autogun fire permeated the air. Then an unmistakenable smell of promethium filled the air. The PDF unit had three flamers and two had gotten within range to shoot out hot promethium fuel onto no less than 4 of DaBank’s men and including DaBank himself. At that moment DaBank was thinking to himself why in the world don’t I just retire? Thanks to DaBank’s excellent leadership and training of his men none of his men were seriously hurt by the on-slaught of thee flamers.

Ensign Boy George grew extremely jealous to see three flamers from the enemy PDF Unit came onto his squad members. Ensign George move forward to spew hot liquid onto the opposing PDF unit. He managed to knock them down and drive them back. Pvt Michael move forward also with his flamer and not to be out done by Ensign George and came out into view to flame all with his flamer.

Lt. Pyle opened up on full auto with his lasgun that was equipped hotshot pack. He managed to keep the enemy’s heads down but then the hotshot pack overheated and caused the gun to jam. Lt Pyle was forced to jump down to the ground as the enemy had spotted he was having weapon issues and began shooting back at him.

Sarge Rock decided to charge one of the PDF flamers as he had enough of this flaming nonsense. Colonel-Commissar DaBank provided covering fire for Sarge Rock and managed wound the flamer unit. Sergeant Rocked yelled at the flamer to “roll over and take it like a man.” Sergeant Rock pulled out this Laspistol and Combat Knife and finished the flamer off.

Another flamer of the PDF unit came within range on DaBank’s right side and open fire again. DaBank managed to jump behind some barrels but Pvt Lonely was not so lucky and absorbed all the flames and was taken OOA. DaBank had enough of this, he told the rest of the men near him to give me covering fire as he would deal with the last flamer himself. DaBank ripped open his shirt, which distracted the enemy PDF Flamer, and yelled” Do you see the Aquila scar on my chest, do you see it? This is how true we are to the Emperor as I personally used my combat knife and carved the sign of Aquila in my chest!” DaBank’s men managed to make the PDF Flamer jump to the ground for cover and whimper like a schola girl. DaBank charged with the frenzied fury of a Grox Bull in Rut and blasted two holes through the whimpy flamer and his body went limp.

Two Catachan fighters went down and was rushed to the medicae right after it was safe to move the wounded. Hawkeye had a bad feeling this was going to be a bloody battle and was setting back from the action setting up a triage unit. Hawkeye worked on the first seriously wounded Catchan trooper and he could not locate the ruptured artery and he bled to death. “Damn it!” cried Hawkeye and then mumbled to himself there is never enough time. Two orderlies brought in another seriously wounded Catachan who had a massive chest wound with an autogun. Hawkeye rushed to the new wounded Catachan and saw his vitals were going down and then the Catachan’s vitals stopped. Hawkeye immediately pounded his first on the catachan’s chest to start his heart and nothing happened and he did it again and administered a shot of medicine into the downed Catachan’s chest. The Catachan body convulsed from the ingredients of the syringe and the man’s vitals become more pronounced. Hawkeye said to himself, “I am not losing you, it anin’t going to happen, Emperor help me, I don’t want to lose another man.” Pvt Boy George who was standing next to Hawkeye smiled and said “I know the feeling Doc.”

Back in DaBank’s command center, located in a bombed out pict-viewing building, DaBank was conferencing with Lord General Richard Cranium. Lord General’s holographic image that projected from the data-slate was blurry but still discernable. The Lord General was thanking DaBank and his Last Chancers for their great work on securing the OK Promethium Tanks. The Lord General said he would make sure that 110 + credits would be put in the Last Chancers supply fund for doing such an excellent job. Colonel-Commissar DaBank graciously nodded and thanked the Lord General for this generous out pouring of resources. DaBank took a long sip of Recaf from his limited edition Emperor’s Mug, with the holographic image of the Emperor smiting Orks, and began to think about the new Ork Nob and how great it will be to have it’s head used for a great game of DoggerBall.



DaBank began to calculate the money he had received from the Lord General and the amount of credits he had saved up and summized that he could pull some strings with his clout and the amount of credits he had that he could transfer an Ogryn into his squad. DaBank typed in a few codes into his data-slate and called in Lt Dan. DaBank said, “I am no Drake Tracer, a fictional detective character in novels in the 40K Imperium, that we could set an Ogryn up and commission him into our Penal Squad.” Lt Dan didn’t know what to say and politely said “Yes, sir”.

Two hours later DaBank, Lt Dan and Ensign Boy George were outside a local drinking establishment and inside was an Ogryn but he was already in service to another squad. DaBank had bribed off the local Arbites and other security in the area with credits and fear of death to avoid this place for the next hour.

Ensign Boy George entered the drinking establishment called the “Blue Oyster” and looked around for the Ogryn but he wasn’t really that hard to spot. Ensign George saw the Ogryn up at the bar downing some sort of drink in 5 gallons jugs. Cautiously, he got next to the Ogryn and said “Hello”. The Ogryn, barely glimpsed at George. Ensign George then introduced himself to the gigantic Ogryn. The Ogryn had a scowl on his face and he breathed toxic fumes from his mouth that would have killed an Ork in his tracks into the Ensign’s face but then the Ogryn smiled (all of his front teeth were missing) and said, “Me George too, wiis got the same name.” After a few minutes later and a few drinks you would have thought the Ensign and Ogryn had been friends for a long time. Then Ensign George told the Ogryn to bend down so he could tell me a secret. The Ogryn reeled up quickly after Ensign George had whispered something into his ears and the Ogryn looked very perplexed. The Ogryn bellowed, “George not gay, George straight.” Immediately the music stopped and all the patrons were looking at the Ogryn. Lt Dan was ready with his part and pushed an unsuspecting miner into the Ogryns back side. The Ogryn said “I am straight” and grabbed the man and threw him across the room. Lt Dan and Ensign George knew to leave right away. In a few minutes the Blue Oyster had turned into a full fledge Ork scrum as bodies, tables, chairs, shoes, drinks and anything else that was not nailed down to the floor was being thrown all over the place.

Colonel-Commissar DaBank entered the establishment and moved close to the Ogryn he pulled out his bolt pistol and fired a few shots in the air and then shot a picture that was very horrible looking on the back wall. Almost everyone had stopped except for the Ogryn he was hitting people and trashing the place. DaBank tapped the Ogryn on the back and the Ogryn spun around to hit DaBank. DaBank moved out of the way to have most of the force miss him but allowed a little to graze him. DaBank fell to the floor and then the Ogryn saw who he had “hit”. Colonel-Commissar DaBank stood up and straightened his hat and pointed his bolt pistol in the Ogryn’s face but he couldn’t stop looking at the Ogryn’s missing front teeth. DaBank hollered, “Do you know the penalty for striking an Imperial Officer but a Commissar?” The Ogryn didn’t know what to do or what to say. DaBank explained, even though the Ogryn would never fully understand, the penalties for striking a Commissar. DaBank told the Ogryn he can either accept DaBank’s punishment or be shot on the scene. The Ogryn thought for a minute and said, “Ok, what dis it?” DaBank said, “You my friend are not part of the Penal Squad and will serve out your sentence till death.” The Ogryn just noted and followed DaBank out.

SUPER COOL!

Hahahah... I see you used my old 'shirt-off, hit my Aquila tattoo' taunt... it is SOOOOOO DABANK! Hehheheeh... the good ol' days.

Great way to make a tense moment (with Hawkeye) simply fade away (with the comment regarding not wanting to 'loose' another man!) Glorious!

Hey... I DARE YOU... No, wait... I double Grot dare you. lets duke it out NO ROUTING. No voluntary crap... no forced crap. You and me, buddy. You know, Orks chomping IG. Lets see who's head will be good for Squig-Ball! To the death... every last model.

MUAHAHAHAHA!!!! You better kiss Karameikos goodbye. Either the Orks will keep it or you will open an Exterminatus on it.

WAAAGH!!!

A Double Grot dare is a very tough one to get away from but let me research my "little" commissionar's book and see what it says. I will get back with you with a bolt shell to the head.

The way things are heading with all the alien races coming the planet like it is Xenopoluzza it might just have to be cleansed.

Colonel Commissar Da Bank's command is rather like a Granola Bar; once you get by the Fruits & Nuts all you're left with is a bunch of Flakes.
ANOTHER GREAT REPORT, Amigo!

LOL. I have never heard that saying before or if I had I managed to forget it.

Great stuff!

Even without photos, I LOVE these Battle Reports. I can't wait to see Edwin's take on this rumble.

I have pics and will attempt to load them later today.

Da Bank wrote:

I have pics and will attempt to load them later today.

OH BABY!

COOL REPORT! AND Da Bank is up for an award from the ASPCA. WELL DONE!

The Last Chancers are about giving back to the community and recycling. Even though most are hardened criminals and Psychos they are trying to repay their debt to society one step at a time. LOL