A miserable ball of mud and rock absolutely covered in fortifications. An armory world that has since fallen into treachery, having broken their oaths to the Empress and followed Cardinal Xaphan into rebellion. As such, the Imperial Guard 88th Siege Army has been called into action, made up of Dork Korp regiments fresh off Krieg.
Like Hansel's 143rd regiment.
Currently the korpsman was keeping watch over the miles long no-man's land, a muddy mire of broken fencing, craters, mud, and numerous torn shreds of cloth. From the long distance it was tough to say whether they were old shreds of panties or clothes. It was night time on the world and the guardsman was keeping an eye out for any would be trench raiders. He shivered slightly as he glanced over at a rather prominent figure in the dark.
The remains of 5th squad's filthy tighty whities still hung from the busted tower using to hang them up! The formerly white shredded fabrics were soaked with butt sweat and had been marinated for days! The smell was quite strong.
Hansel was a rather short sissy, standing only at 5'4 ft in height and his clothes tightly hugged his feminine figure, especially his bottom. The Korps' tight fatigues clung to him like a second skin, the fabric acting like a latex body glove and giving him prominent pantylines! Even worse would be the thick waistband of his plain (formerly) snow white tighty whities sticking proudly above his fatigues, just asking, begging to be tugged on! Thankfully he had his greatcoat on to hide his back and his visible waistband.
He wiped at his lenses as they began to fog up from his breathing and he kept a watchful eye out. As a trench sentry, it was up to him to spot any would be raiders and he had to be vigilant. If he wasn't he ran the risk of being ambushed by the Vraksians. If that happened and they successfully raided the trench, he would be severely disciplined by the Commissars...who were more eager to use their skills on their own boys then the enemy!
It wasn't their fault that the Vraksians were almost universally built up of amazonian women due to all the physical labor they did!
Brushing aside those thoughts, Hansel kept his vigil up and his lasgun ready to stun and taze any Vraksian dumb enough to show her face!
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