Imperial Fists- from man, to Neophyte, to Brother-Marine

[Mr. Bleak]

Hey everybody! I wrote this yesterday, and I think I will continue it later. Again, please leave comments, as this is the second of 2 attempts at 40K fluff (which I am not as good at as Fantasy fluff...)

 

 

I opened my eyes to find myself looking upon the ruins of my beloved homestead, burning on the agri-world of Cialis Secondus. I sat up groggily, but immediately fell back as I became aware of the dull ache of a shrapnel wound in my side. Strangely, there was no noise around the lonely farm, except the sound of timbers cracking in the heat of the fire. The silence was finally broken as crunching of boots became audible. The feet were getting closer, until I saw them not ten feet from me. As I looked up, I saw a giant figure, encased in grey, mettalic armour that did not give of any shine. As I looked up farther, I saw a man's face, covered in obsene symbols that made me sick to look at. I turned and retched as the face twisted and contorted until it became the image of a smiling daemon. The figure came closer and closer to me, until it was in a position so close that its boots nudged my side. I realized that the figure was here to kill me. But, I would not give up my land to some freak in a casing of metal. With a surge of pure will-power I did not now I possesed, i reached for a metal bar lying on the ground next to me. I swung it at the legs of the figure with all my might, but it did not even scratch the surface of the armour. The figure uttered a low, loud feral sound that no human should ever make. It knelt down, and pressed a gun marked with the same obsene symbols as his face to my head. Right as I was sure he was about to shoot me, gunfire erupted from the surrounding woods, and the figure lept up returning fire to the attackers. Suddenly, there was a "whoosh"ing sound and the being erupted in fire, screeching animalistic roras at the sky. Finally, it slumped down, dead. As my heart-rate began to slow, I saw another armoured figure, but instead of a cruel, twisted feature, this thing's armour gleemed a bright yellow, and his un-masked face showed nothing but determination and kindness. He knelt before me, and said, "We are the Imperial Fists Space Marines of the God-Emperor's Imperium. We have been tracking that daemon-infested scum for days, and without your attack, we would not have heard or seen the being. We thank you. Apothecary Rugar, this man needs your attention. "

Once more I opened my eyes, to find myself in a large room filled with white beds and curtains. I came to the realization that I was in some sort of hospital. I looked down and saw my wounds bandaged and a large, imposing man leaning over me, taking samples of my blood. The man seemed startled when I said, "Who are you?". Rather than answering my question, the man replied, "I did not think you would awake for days, the trauma you went through."

"Who are you?" I repeated. The man sighed and set down his instruments. "I am Apothecary Rugar. My captain and our command squad found you on your planet half dead. You did a very brave thing, my lad."

 

I considered his words carefully, before saying, "What happened? And where am I?"

Apothecary Rugar sighed again, and said, "You are on the strike cruiser Dorn's Fury of the Imperial Fists Space Marines. Shortly after we found you on Cialis Secondus, the rest of the 5th Company was nearly overrun by thousands upon thousand of cultists, backed up by a Grand Company of Iron Warrior Chaos Space Marines. We retreated back to our ships, to perform an Exterminatus, the destruction of a world. Before we were ready, though, the Iron Warriors sensed what was happening and moved out to avoid utter destruction. Even so, we destroyed all of the cultists, as well as your world. I'm sorry, Adrean."

I reeled in shock.My world, gone? And how did he know my name? I posed this question to him, and he answered, "Librarian Rilke explored your mind for traces of the taint before we brought you on-board. In doing so, not only did he find you are remarkably pure, but he found your name lingering in far corners of your mind."

 

Again, I was shocked. These people, however dazzling, had violated the one sanctuary I thought I had left, my mind.

"What is going to happen to me?"

The Apothecary looked me in the eye this time when he answered, and said," You have three options left to you. You can either be sent to another world in this system, become an Imperial Gaurdsman along with your world's PDF, or you can...." the Apothecary paused, deep in thought,"stay here and become a Neophyte along with 4 other men, and hopefully join us in the 5th Company as a full Adeptus Astartes."

 

This shock was the greatest I'd ever felt in my life. Here, I had the chance to become like the ones who saved my life. I naturally had a lingering hatred for them on account of htem destroying my world, but in doing so, they had saved uncounted millions in this start system by saving them from the Chaotic taint.

'What must I do, to become a Neophyte?" I asked tentatively.

The Apothecary looked away. "You do not want to know this." he said.

 

I felt exhilarated as I ran, ahead of all the other hopefuls. I new I would become a Neophyte. I was exceeding at the shooting range, and I was getting better and better with my combat knife and chainsword techniques every day. I could not wait until I was ready to do battle against the foes of the Emperor!

 

Pain. I felt extreme pain pulsing through my body, as I was cut from collarbone to groin. They were now violating even my body, placing things in me that no ordinary man should posses. Now, they simply put the flap of skin over me. Are they going to leave me here, open and bleeding? Wait.. I looked down, and I wasn't bleeding. Before my eyes, my open torse sealed itself. I passed out, wishing for my body to be mine again and for the pain to stop.

 

It feels as if it has been centuries. A dull pain is still in me, as my body pulses in new places. A man is talking to me, and I'm beggining to understand how my body and mind now works.

 

"Neophyte Adrean, are you ready to begin your true training?" asked Captain Murken.

"I will do whatever is asked of me to uphold the Emperor's holy Imperium of Man, and I will cleanse the galaxy in His name."

 

As Chaplain Grisne finished his sermon over the intercomm on-board the Dorn's Fury, he said, "The Emperor protects."

"The Emperor protects, I whispered as I got into the drop-pod for my first combat-drop. Upon release, I and the rest of the marines in Squad Orendus started chanting the Rites of Battle, the Litany of Hate for the Xenos, and the Litany of Hate for the Heretics.

 

As the drop-pod slammed open I and the squad opened fire in all directions. My heart filled with rightuess fury as I dropped several of the blue-skinned xenos-scum with my bolt pistol. Now Seargent Orendus shouted, "Close combat weapons!". I pressed the activation rune on my chainsword amd was filled with pride as it roared prayers to the Emperor. I was an Imperial Fist Space Marine, and nothing would kill me!

[Captain Antonius]

Not bad...not bad at all, young neophyte. Your introduction seemed well thought through and introduced your character well. But once on the strike cruiser, you seemed hurried and rushed. Take your time...think it through as you did in the beginning. It takes some time to become a marine...even if you want to be one, and your character seemed as if he only wanted to stay on his burning farm and rebuild.

 

Hope to see more from you. Keep up the good work.

[COL.FEREN]

Damn good fiction there keep it up ;)

[Mr. Bleak]

hmm, thank you for the replies. In these later stories I will think through more. I fixed the story, and here is the next installment (edited heavily)! Please, leave comments and CC!

 

 

As I charged the xenos scum alongside my mentor, Battle-Brother Orindus, I noticed the xenos were making no attempt to engage us at close quarter fighting. I asked my mentor why we charged if they weren't going to fight.

"These xenos are Tau, a race that does not belive in true combat. They prefer to stand back and shoot at us for the one they worship, a so-called, 'Greater Good'". I nodded. But I asked again, why did we charge.

"Since the Tau do not practice or train for close-combat, if you can get mixed in with them, it will be an easy win." I nodded again, truly understanding. Now I turned my attention fully to the Tau, who were retreating in a leap-frog order, taking pot-shots at us, but our armour protected us from most of the blasts. Some of Squad Orendus all fell down flat on their backs as the Tau unleashed a heavier weapon, but they got back up after a moment, no major damage done. One of the Marines had been shot in the inside of the elbow, and stayed back so as to switch his chainsword to his other hand, before he kept on running. My heart again filled with pride to be part of this brother-hood. Now, we closed in on the Tau, the fibre-bundle (please tell me if theis is the correct term, I forget) enhanced muscles of my superior brethren propelling them forward faster than any normal man. They engaged, hacking and sawing with their chainswords, and I soon followed. My bolt pistol spat lead and roared praise to the Emperor, will my chainsword disembowelled the Tau and hacked off limbs as sacrifices in His name. I wove a dance of death, but fell as a pulse-shot ripped a huge gouge out of my shoulder gaurd, singing the pale flesh underneath. I quickly healed, and looked around to get a full view of the carnage. We had killed at least 50 Tau, and as I looked I saw that our Drop-Pod had uses its launcher to destroy 2 of their transports.

 

"Squad Orendus, to me." said our seargent into the vox-comm. I ran to his position along with the rest of our squad, and as we approached, he pulld out a map. "We seem to have landed slightly ahead of the main force of the 5th. We are to rendevouz with Squad Tantalus here, but it might take to long for us to get there in time for our next mission, so I have called in a Thunderhawk for extraction and re-deployment."

As Seargent Orendus finished his explanation of the events to come, a low, vibrating hum filled the air. Seargent Orendus turned, and shouted, "Anti-grav vehicles in-bound! Take cover!"

The squad bounded into what cover they could find. I was in a position not so far from the Seargent, and could hear everything he said. Orendus called up Battle-Brothers Silne and Fordan, the missile and melta men, to his position behind the burnt-out hull of a xenos tank. "How much munitions do you have?" he asked, dreading what the answer might be.

"I've got 8 missiles." said Silne.

" 6 good shots left" replied Fordan, consulting a meter on his weapon.

If they had anymore than 10 vehicles, we were dead.