Luy22 Posted September 15, 2008 Share Posted September 15, 2008 1 The world of Untol VII. It is lifeless. Barren. It's surface has no atmosphere whatsoever. A large research station is here, built into the rock. The station webs throughout the world. It is a part of a thick asteroid belt in the northern areas of the galaxy. Captain Brimm of the Brazen Fists third company stood in the gray dust swirling around his large ceremite armored feet. The stars were indeed bright this day. They would be doing battle in zero-gravity in a few hours. The marine turned to his council of war. There was Sergeant Kars, Drimt, and Seth. He had known all of them since he had first joined the Brazen Fists all those many years ago. "How far away are the bastards?" Brimm asked. Seth smiled behind his beaked helmet. "The traitor Guardsmen are there..." He pointed to the black, starry sky. Miles away, he could spy explosions, where the unstoppable enemy force was plowing through the asteroid field. This was a renegade World Eater who had hijacked a Imperial vessel, seduced her crew to join him in a conquest, and gather more troops. The Fists were not just defending this station, but were also defending a Forge and Agri World nearby, which, beyond that, lied a sector of many populated Imperial worlds. "Knowing the World Eaters, these guardsmen are going to be insane, wont stop for anything, and will be bloodthirsty..." "Well, let us hope they are not indestructable." "Have you not battled Traitors before Brimm?" "Once, quelling a rebellion during the 13th Black Crusade but..." "They approach, lord..." Brimm turned to see the large red space ship coming closer and closer. "GO GO!" He pointed at them. The marines charged over a hill, the zero gravity giving them boosts to their leaps as they bounded over the gray dusty dead ground, and into a crater. Their gray armor camouflaged them, and their brothers, around one hundred in number, were doing just as they did... ~~~~~ Warlord Marrowdrinker, MD to his men, stood in the docking bay. These guardsmen were fresh lambs to him. They had all been easily drained of their sanity. Some laughing, some on the ground crying. Some in roaring pain. "Let it be known today, how Lord Marrowdrinker took a sector with only guardsmen! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!" In unison, all of them shouted at once: "SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!" The chaos marine smiled evilly, his gory, fanged maw curling. He pointed at the legions of soldiers in the docking bay. "Addorn the masks. It is atmosphere-less out here... May you take many skulls..." He flipped a switch, and all the men went flailing out the hatches, clutching their weapons. They were now skydiving, screaming for blood and skulls as they fell. They activated grav-chutes, aiming their weapons at the ground... ~~~~~~ "NOW!" Brimm yelled. His brothers simultaneously opened fire. Bolters flashed, sending silent shots up into the thick screens of men falling from the skies. Great cannons blasted away gorges of men, along with chunks of the ship. Tanks rolled across the barren landscape, crushing enemies who had landed with their blessed weaponry. "What is this tactic? They are being butchered!" Brimm exclaimed, confused. Eventually, all enemies were dead. Torn, broken bodies lay everywhere, some floating in the atmosphere-less air. Seth, the sergeant closest to him gave a shrug, clutching his bolter. All bodies flew up at once, and was given the forms of Daemons. Bloodletters... The horned, red, dripping Daemons began to advanced, roaring in the zero gravity, taking great bounding steps. A Bloodthirster appeared behind them, crushing a predator with it's hoof. "No... not them... Back to the station now!" Brimm called out into the vox. All men began to retreat and regroup. This was not what he had expected... ------------------------------------ 2 (Stay tuned) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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