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Grymn Fluff - It's a K9's Life.
« on: January 24, 2013, 05:04:03 PM »
It’s a K9’s life.

Balin sat quietly in the darkness. He gazed through the dusty lenses of his environmentally sealed helmet and could see no signs of movement; even with infra-vision switched on. He felt a dull ache in his left leg but knew the injury wouldn’t kill him. He had been caught by one of the smaller locals who had slashed through his suit and into his thigh before Melon had tackled it. It was a struggle for the poor K9 but Melon eventually strangled the creature to death. By the time the creature was dead, Melon was bruised and bloody but nothing a good bath in Green wouldn’t sort out. Unfortunately, Balin wasn’t quite as lucky and had had to use some pretty heavy duty meds and strapping to seal his wounded leg and he was unable to move very far at the moment. He shifted his position slightly to try to make himself more comfortable before checking his motion tracker; there was still no movement. Where was Potato? He had dashed after a second local but that must have been over an hour ago; Balin wasn’t too sure on the time.
“Command, this is K9 alpha, respond, over” said Balin into his helmet communicator but as before, there was no response.
Melon snuggled up to Balin and gently licked the dusty bandage on his leg while he whiffled quietly.
“Don’t worry, Melon, We’ll be alright” said Balin as he gently patted the K9 and re-checked his motion tracker for any signs of Potato’s return; there was still no movement.

Another hour passed and it was time for Balin to reassess the situation. There had been no communication with the surface, there had been no communication with any subterranean rescue teams and there had been no movement in his section of the cavern for over two hours now. Balin realised that he couldn’t wait any longer for Potato to make an appearance so he steeled himself in preparation to stand up. Melon sensed what was going on and got to his feet; leaning gently on Balin so he could be used for support. With a small struggle, Balin leant on Melon and climbed gingerly to his feet. He carefully took the weight on his good leg before pointing the sensor beam in the direction he wanted to travel. Melon instinctively picked up the signal and slowly waddled in the indicated direction; making sure that he stayed close to Balin for support.
“Good pup” said Balin as he managed to struggle along the cavern to where he thought the entrance/exit may be. Melon just snorted and whiffled but continued to move.

After about ten minutes, Melon stopped abruptly and began to growl. A moment later, Balin tumbled heavily to the floor as he was sideswiped by his K9. Balin rolled painfully and saw that Melon was in a fully defensive stance; staring back down the cavern from where they had just come. He was growling fiercely and Balin could see that the K9 was torn between dashing down the cavern and defending his handler. Balin ran a scan and immediately noticed the large blip that was now coming towards them at great speed. He un-holstered his pistol and checked its power was green before removing a couple of grenades from his webbing.
“I hope it isn’t a tank” thought Balin while he flicked through the various light bands on his helmet lenses to try and see what was coming. It wasn’t long before a local burst around the corner. It wasn’t a worker but a warrior and it must have been four times his height; even as it crouched down in sprint. Balin could see the drool frothing in the creature’s sharply fanged maw and couldn’t help noticing the four scything arms that were poised to strike. The creature paused for a moment before it stood up to its full height and roared. It had sensed Melon and began to charge forwards. Balin fired his pistol at the creature's head but the bolts of energy glanced harmlessly from its heavy carapace. He threw the grenades and they detonated near to the creature; tearing off one of its arms and forcing it to stumble slightly before it continued its charge. Balin continued to fire at the creature's head but couldn’t manage to hit its eyes; the only path for a pistol blast to reach the brain and he stared in horror as the monstrous local continued to narrow the gap. Before Balin could stop him, Melon launched himself at the creature with a fierce roar; going for its hoofed rear leg in a bid to bring the beast down. It worked and the beast toppled to one side whilst swiping at Melon with a bladed arm; narrowly missing him as he released his grip and leaped onto the rear carapace of the beast. The local rolled instinctively and Melon was thrown into the air; tumbling like a large, pink cushion before landing on all fours and bouncing back into combat. Balin was forced to watch the swirling melee because he couldn’t take the risk of shooting in case he hit his beloved K9. The local was fast but Melon was faster and he was avoiding every sweep of the bladed arms whilst he attacked the more vulnerable joints; his crushing jaws managing to remove a second arm at the elbow. Balin could see that Melon was gaining the upper hand  and was hopeful that he could actually win but was forced to reconsider when, with a harrowing yelp, Melon was struck by one of the clawed hands and thrown bodily against the cavern wall; falling silent when he came to rest.

The local climbed to his feet again, crouched low and roared fiercely in Balin’s direction before beginning another charge. Balin rapidly fired his pistol again but fared little better than before and he feared the worst because he had no grenades left.

Balin blazed away with his pistol as the beast got closer and closer. It was nearly on him as he shouted “I will join you soon, Father”. Almost instantly there was a roar like thunder and the beast was vapourised; blood and viscera spread in a huge arc that covered the walls and Balin. Before he could turn, Balin threw himself flat as a pink blur leapt over him and took up a defensive stance; it was Potato.
“SKSHHH Are you alright there, young one?” said a voice through Balin’s communication system “we thought we’d lost you.”
“I am fine, thank you” replied Balin and he turned around to see the hulking form of Thor; an O’Grymn who was part of the specialist command squad. Balin was humbled in his presence and began to apologise for his insolence when he was cut short by Thor.
“It isn’t you that should be apologising… it’s your fething K9” said Thor “he practically dragged me down the cavern. Are you able to walk?”
“I am injured but I am able to walk if I have something to lean on, your reverence” replied Balin “but I can’t leave Melon behind.”
“Melon?” asked Thor “Oh… the other K9.”
Thor walked carefully over to the prone figure of the K9 and lifted it gently with one hand while he supported his massive chain-gun with the other.
“Lean on the K9 and we will depart” said the O’Grymn and they all began the slow trip to the surface.

“There you go, Cpl” said the medic “that will help you with the discomfort while you heal.”
“Thank you” replied Balin “is there any word from the kennels?”
“What do you mean?” asked the medic.
“My K9… did he make it?” replied Balin.
“I don’t know” replied the medic “but don’t worry about that now… get fit and you’ll find out.”
Balin immediately brushed his covers aside and put his feet on the floor. He could feel the stitches pulling but he knew he had to find out how Melon was.
“What do you think you are doing?!” cried the medic “ORDERLY! ORDERLY!”
A moment later a pair of burly medics appeared and put Balin back in his bed.
“Are you going to stay there or do we have to strap you down?” said one of the medics.
“I need to find out about a friend” said Balin weakly as he lay back on the bed in submission.
“Who would that be then, son?” replied the oldest medic.
“My K9, Melon” said Balin.
“Your…” began the medic but he was cut short by a commotion that was going on at one end of the ward.
Balin looked in the direction of the commotion and he saw Thor crouched as low as he could manage, walking towards him with a number of flustered officers in attendance. Thor spotted Balin and walked straight towards him.
“Away with you, now” said Thor with an accompanying gesture and all of the officers and attendees quickly departed “how are you doing, young one?”
“I am fine, your reverence” replied Balin “thanks to your intervention… but my K9?”
“Good… tough as old boots, those K9s are” replied Thor “a dunk in Green and an hour later, the pair of them were playing in the exercise yard.”
“Thank you, your reverence” replied Balin and he began to well up.
“None of that” said Thor “What would your pups think?”
Balin wiped his face with his sleeve and smiled.
“Well done lad… and my name is Thor to you” replied the O’Grymn “you’ve earned it.” Thor turned around and walked away with a severe stoop “fething low ceilings!” he cursed as he left the ward.
« Last Edit: October 13, 2014, 07:44:09 PM by Inso »
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Re: It's a K9's Life.
« Reply #1 on: January 24, 2013, 08:11:41 PM »
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Re: It's a K9's Life.
« Reply #2 on: February 15, 2013, 10:39:31 AM »
Melon’s Tale.

Melon was simply known as a K9. He had pink, leathery skin, a large mouth brimming with sharp teeth, large nostrils and no other facial features. His four legs ended in three, sharply clawed digits and he had the smallest of tail stumps. The Grymn xenobiologists had carried out many tests on the beasts and they had discovered that they were able to sense minute vibrations in the air and ground and had a sense of smell that was unparalleled. That made them perfectly suited for accompanying the troops underground and they were quickly put to use in the Tunnel Fighter regiments. Control of the beasts was easy as long as they were able to imprint on a handler so prospective Grymn were chosen to be present at the birth of K9 pups in order for that to happen. Normally, pups were chosen in pairs but sometimes when K9s fell in combat or became too old to work, the pups would be chosen singly and there would be a settling in period with the existing K9. Although the K9s were able to ‘hear’ voice commands and respond accordingly, a device known as a beamer was developed so that communication over distance could be maintained. The beamer was a simple device that fired a variable frequency sound in a set direction that could be followed by the K9s. The various frequencies were used to denote what sort of task was required and the K9s quickly got used to the different mission requirements through the rigorous training that they received.

Melon lived in the kennels with his pack brother; Potato. They were not brothers because Melon was a replacement for another K9 called Scrambles; who had to retire due to loss of a limb. Melon was obviously younger than Potato and he knew his place as the pack junior but there was no animosity amongst the two K9s and they both shared the kennel happily. Every day they would be taken for walks and receive additional training if it was required and they always looked forward to Balin, their handler, turning up to make a fuss of them. As their handler, he was responsible for their wellbeing, training and condition so Balin had to ensure that their kennel was clean and the K9s were fed, exercised and groomed every day. It wasn’t a chore for Balin and he loved spending time with his charges.

Balin’s Tunnel Fighter regiment had quite a large kennel complex that held twenty eight serving K9s. Each pair of animals had a handler and the whole section was commanded by a junior officer. As well as the serving K9s, there was a retirement area that currently held seven animals and a small area to the rear of the section where the fallen animals had their ashes interred. There was also a motor pool that held a selection of vehicles that were used to transport the individual K9 units where ever they needed to go. There was the usual chain of command with a staff sergeant doing most of the running around for the warrant officer (the second in command) and some of the handlers were sergeants. Balin was a corporal and that was the lowest rank in the section due to the requirement for the handlers to carry out security details as well as escorting the troops under ground. There were around twenty corporals in the section and Balin was amongst the most senior of them and he was knocking on the door for promotion. All in all, it was a well run, enjoyable place to work and Balin was very happy to be doing so.

“Hi, Scrambles” said Balin “how are you doing today?”
Balin watched as Scrambles climbed to his feet and hopped over to him. He had been an exceptional work colleague and Balin was very upset when he had to be retired. Unfortunately, one of the locals had managed to chew off his rear, left leg and cause so much damage to it that it couldn’t be saved but in the melee, Scrambles killed the beast before succumbing to his wounds. He was decorated for his efforts because he prevented the beast from entering an APC that was in the process of disembarking troops; undoubtedly saving their lives. In fact, Scrambles had quite a few decorations and citations for his bravery along with a tapestry of scars that covered his leathery skin.
Balin scratched Scrambles behind his jaw and listened to him whiffle and snort.
“Let’s go and find the others, shall we?” said Balin and he hitched a lead to Scrambles and led him to the working kennels. After a short walk they arrived and were greeted by Melon and Potato at the gate of their kennel. Balin let Scrambles in and closed the gate before going to the reception to sort out the administration for the day.

It just so happened that Balin arrived at the reception just as urgent orders turned up. Seeing as he was on the spot, he was kept at the desk until the CO had seen the orders. Moments later, Balin was ushered into the CO’s office and was given a work detail. He was to get his kit and his K9’s and prepare for departure in two hours time. He was to join a special unit on a mission and he would be travelling in a drop-ship. That was all he was told but going underground was implied.

An hour and a half later, Balin, Melon and Potato were fully prepared and ready to leave. Balin had his full subterranean equipment and enough provisions to last the three of them for two weeks. He also had his sidearm with plenty of ammunition and his beamer with a number of power packs. Melon and Potato both had their harnesses on and were lying, casually on the floor, next to Balin. Fifteen minutes later, the main door opened and a trooper in full powered armour strode into the reception area. The dark visor on the helmet slid back and a voice from inside said “If you are ready, corporal, we’ll be leaving.”
Balin could see no rank or insignia on the gun-metal grey armour so just replied “yes, sir.”
With that, the trooper turned around and strode out of the reception to the waiting grav transport. Balin followed the trooper up the rear ramp with his K9s in tow and as soon as he was inside he found a place to sit as the ramp closed quietly behind him.
“Are they efficient?” asked the trooper.
“Sorry? What, sir?” asked Balin.
“Your K9s” said the trooper “are they efficient?”
“Very much so, sir” replied Balin.
“Good” said the trooper without a hint of emotion “they will need to be.”
The short journey was quiet after that but after five minutes they arrived at the airfield and the ramp lowered to the sounds of military preparation.
“Careful with that, it’s delicate” said a gruff staff sergeant as a loader stumbled with a crate before regaining its composure.
“Where’s the fething comms-man?” shouted a powered armour trooper who appeared to be checking things off a list.
“Corporal…” said the trooper “this way.”
“Balin snapped out of his daydreaming and followed the trooper out into the perceived chaos with Melon and Potato following closely behind him.
“Good to meet you, Sniff” said another trooper who, although not wearing any rank, was obviously the leader.
“Thank you… you too, sir” said Balin.
“Are those two good at their jobs” asked the leader with a nod.
“Yes sir” replied Balin “what task do you have lined up for them?”
“All in good time” replied the leader “are you ready to go?”
“Yes, sir” replied Balin.
“Excellent. Find a space on board and we’ll get underway” said the leader and he gestured towards the Pilum drop-ship that was closest to them.
The leader then strode off towards another trooper and a few seconds later more appeared and started boarding the Pilums that were gathered on the pan. Balin entered the drop-ship, found a seat and clipped the harness of each of the K9s to the rings on the floor before strapping himself in; ready for the trip. The other seats were quickly filled with troops in powered armour with a wide variety of weapons.
“Greetings, Sniff” said a trooper as he strapped himself in next to Balin “are you looking forward to our little adventure?”
“I will be happier when I know what it is, sir” replied Balin.
“Ha! I bet you would” replied the trooper with a booming laugh “you’ll find out soon enough… we usually brief on the way so once we are airborne, we’ll get the low down.”
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Re: It's a K9's Life.
« Reply #3 on: February 16, 2013, 06:36:51 PM »
 :applause:

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Re: It's a K9's Life.
« Reply #4 on: February 16, 2013, 07:11:46 PM »
Mini Mawes... like these:

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Re: It's a K9's Life.
« Reply #5 on: February 17, 2013, 03:50:03 PM »
Hmmmmm...... I pictured them to be bigger in your story. It got me itching to get back to work and make a new Mawe and a handler.
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Re: It's a K9's Life.
« Reply #6 on: February 17, 2013, 03:51:38 PM »
I also like the idea of the O-Grymn being so venerated. Do you picture them as ancient grymn?
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Re: It's a K9's Life.
« Reply #7 on: February 17, 2013, 04:06:40 PM »
Not really... I see them as almost venerated... a bit like the Chinese Emperors used to be.

When they show signs of being OGrymn, they are treated differently and are given the best of everything... including education so by the time they are full grown, they are ambassadors, tacticians and learned teachers. I see them as a 'gift' from the Father (project 14) and as such a link to the Grymn saviour, hence they are so revered in Grymn society.

I would think that an OGrymn in any standard unit would immediately be deferred to and would become the leader (even as far as deposing a Grymn army commander).
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Re: It's a K9's Life.
« Reply #8 on: February 17, 2013, 04:08:20 PM »
Gotcha :thumbup:
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Re: It's a K9's Life.
« Reply #9 on: February 17, 2013, 07:22:50 PM »
Thanks Inso start of another story looks good so far, and you have Kev intrested in making new grymn, mini mews and O-Gyrmn  :boing:
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Re: It's a K9's Life.
« Reply #10 on: February 17, 2013, 08:16:47 PM »
Ill go and write a story about grymn on grav bikes then
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Re: It's a K9's Life.
« Reply #11 on: February 17, 2013, 10:16:43 PM »
... unless someone beats you to it ;)
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