User:Twitch Kyros
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Early History
Twitch was born on the Frontier World of Baravulc, which just underwent a Costly Civil War between Several Factions, which ended after a large-scale Nuclear exchange unerwent. Surviors from it, quickly turned to the Imperuim to help, but the Imperial Guard regiment sent there, A unit of Tallarn wasn't able to stop The New Bandit gangs. Slavery became normal, a local Milita naming itself the "Sons of the Fire", took order into its own hands. Almost clearing major towns of bandits, they still have trouble prevtning crime and a new drug called "Crank". Several Seedy towns, Controlled by Crime Bosses, worked hard to sell this drug. Twitch was the son of a low level Thug in a Crime-bosses employ, and, his job was to steal weapons, Crank and other items from other gangs. Well, to make a long story short, he got caught stealing from a Imperial Army base, and was sent off to a Penal World. After serving 5 years there, he was drafted into a penal regiment. His regiemnt was sent to Hive Maltonus. And now, here he is.
First Week
The Landing wasn't the smootiest in the world. Looking out on a tiny view-port, one might see the small blasts of a tiny gunfight, or see the fires raging. The Penal Troopers, some of them hardend Gang Fighters, others just two-bit punks, quickly looked over there Weapons. Some were given Just Stubbguns, others had a Auto-gun. One out of the Entire Regiment had a Heavy Stubber. When the Landing Craft Hit down, they were pushed off, more or less by the Adeptus Arbites guards. While the Landing craft flew off, the Comasir and his Adeptus Arbites Guards tried to form the men into squads, when large group of muntants came into view. Men begun Panciking. Twitch answered fire first. Shotgun working, he begun firing into the crowd. More joined him. Finally, the Heavy Stubber went off. When the horde kept on coming closer and closer, men ran. The Comassir stoped then more or less. Fianlly, the horde fell on them. Men fell, and Twitch ran in the carnage. hiding out in a old building, he watched as Twists passed by, as Imperial Guardsmen and Space Marines alike fell to the onslaught of the beasts they used to call men. He had spent 2 days in that house, when his Vox-Caster came alive, so to speak. Transmissions from other surviors of other Imperial Guard brigades and Space Marines are gathering. Working his way through the alleys, he found them in a area of town called "Gibston", which wasnt far from his crash site. Walking inside the holy-Catherdal, he met the Force. His new Commander, Lamerton, and a druggie nickname "Hempkinghtcc".
