Editing Conservators (section)

===Armored Woes===
“See boys, the thing is we barely have enough armor even for our Full Brothers.” The scout squad marched in something approaching silence, though their armor didn't help. “The supply Mackentire found is just enough along with what we have reclaimed over the years. Though funny thing about standard scout wear---” The group slowed to ford a small river. “---stuff is just not as sturdy in the long term, breaks down you know." "Too much organic material right?" "Reason we're in plate.” Their armor clanked softly with each step, deadened slightly by the cloth strategically placed between layers. “Blacksmiths can make some damn good steel here, and with an ablative finish it is just as good. Loud as hell though.” 

The squad reached their position. They took a minute to check their arms, praying that they would at least get a little surprise this time. Bows were strung, arrows checked, blades made free in their sheaths.  “Ready boys, they're supposed to be here any minute... Now.”

Into the small clearing, across a gentle brook, the first of the boyz stepped out of the forest. A big beast, though only carrying a wooden club. An arrow took it in the neck, before the explosive tip exploded, beheading the Greenskin. With a cry of "WWWAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!" Orks poured into the clearing, making towards the brook. More fell to the explosive arrows, but there were always others. Finally bows fell, and swords were drawn. Battle was joined on the far side of the water from the orcs, forcing them onto uncomfortable footing. Still, sheer numbers let them keep pressing. The Conservators' blades hued through their foes. Their armor was enough to fend off the majority of blows, but still, a brother fell to a particularly nasty blow to the head.

The brothers began to gather the orc corpses to burn them. “Still, one thing standard scout armor lacks that we get.” The Sergeant said as he shook the groaning fallen scout awake. “Helmets.”