Battle Report (Long)

Hauptmann Heinrichi stared at the burned out remains of one of his Razorbacks, the rapidly dieing flames illuminating the night sky, bodies of dead Eldar and Marines alike littering the field, the pointy eared aggressors by far outnumbering the honorable dead of the 106th. The Hauptmann spat violently at the ground as he watched the Elder retreating as the night sky gave way to what should have been beautiful dawn, but it was not. For before him lay the broken remains of two tanks and ten marines, all killed by the pointy eared scum. They would pay for this, oh how they would pay...
He turned slightly at the sound of powerarmor behind him, his acute, genetically enhanced vision taking note of the familiar form of his subaltern, Leutnant Dollman, approaching from his inspection of the opposite flank.
"And?" Heinrichi grumped out, not wishing to hear more news, especially about any loses his men might have suffered...
"The left flank fared better then this right one, Sir. We lost two men and the Predator, but it would appear that the morale of the remaining men is high since we ended up winning our first engagement since the Horus Heresy. Their waiting for orders, sir," Dollman snapped out briskly after properly saluting his superiror, the Leutnant's black eyes remaining calm despite the desire he felt to run the retreating eldar into the ground, but orders had been to retake the city and hold until further notice. Orders straight from Guerdian and the mysterious spirit Azriel themselves...
Hauptmann Heinrichi turned his attention away from his subaltern, staring once more with his black eyes at the numerous eldar corpses. Since he was not being allowed to pursue them, he would show them why the unit nickname had been "The Heartless" so many years ago, in a galaxy far away...
"Leutnant, take a note. Our dead are to be sent back to Terra VII for proper burial and entombment. Reinforcements are to be delivered to the surface from Holle's Geister immeaditly. The heads of the dead eldar are to be taken to the edge of the city and placed on spikes, a sign on each one reading- All Eldar are hermaphrodites and deserve to die. Leave their headless corpses to the dogs, assuming the dogs wish to eat those motherless whoren. Send out patrols to recointer the city limits, should they find any fleeing eldar, they are to be killed and their corpses dressed up in any women's clothing that the men can round up from the local population. Such clothing befits them, neh Leutnant?"
Leutnant Dollman merely grinned as he rushed to obey the Hauptmann's orders, jogging easily towards the Razorback on the left flank, eager to convey the Hauptmann's orders. Heinrichi merely turned back to look at the battlefield one more time before turning to trot towards the command track, the words of his dispatch to Oberst Guerdian and Azriel, Servant of the Golden Bones, running through his head: Oberkommando, 106th Panzer Infantrie- The day is ours and the Eldar shall be purged...

(Hope you people liked it, tried my best but kinda hard to wirte decent this late at night.)
-Hauptmann Heinrichi

"Death waits in the dark."
Motto of the 106th Panzer Infantrie