Skirax Posted January 31, 2009 Share Posted January 31, 2009 Anakali clutched his gun to his chest, the symbol of the Jundari etched onto his battle plate that he had worn for the last month without removing it. He was tired, he was faltering, he was hurt. But most of all, he was afraid. One month. One long, agonising month since the arrival of Imperial forces at Hunkoli Primes world city. Since then, there had been unstoppable, unrelenting attacks, and then occasionally retaliation attacks. The captial was in danger of being overun. Anakali had been commanding the Bonzai Cluster, a detachment that was tasked with defending the East Wing of the Dokado Palace in the centre of the capital. So far, the wing had held off agianst the sinister Imperial Army. Those devils that came from the sky, upon wings of fire, bringing anarchy to the well organized planet of Hunkoli Prime. Before the coming of the Imperium, Hunkoli Prime was peaceful. The Darhoni Family had a large empire that they ruled with an iron fist on Hunkoli Prime. There were several waring factions in the empire made of thugs that had nothing better to do with their time. Salvador Darhoni, the ruler of this empire, let the factions get on as they pleased, they were no actual threat to the empire. Anakali had served in the Nomili Legions, the large police force of the empire that no-one dared stand up to or even threaten. Upon the Imperiums arrival however, this delicate balance was thrown into dissarray. A large number of the Legions had been wiped out within the first week of the Imperial offensive when the leaders of the develish armies discovered that Gods were worshipped on Hunkoli. The Imperium quickly made it well known that any religion would not be tolerated. The Legions were now stretched across the empire, the invaders pressing down on them hard and the gangs of the empire now united and withering the empire from the inside out. Over the last three weeks, the Legions had fallen in numbers dramatically. Now, with the unstoppable waves of the Imperial Army falling upon the Dokado Palace, Anakali was afriad not only for his life, but for his race. The invaders claimed they came to bring peace to the lost colonies of man, but so far, the inhabitants of Hunkoli had seen no peace in these hellish atrocities from the Skies. Shells crashed agianst the walls, and Anakali shook were he crouched. His men were down to a mere twenty hundred in numbber and the invaders numbered twice that much. Bullets sliced through the walls and large explosions echoed around him. His men wore originally bright red armour but now were covered in grime from head to toe and stank of body odour. As more mortar and brick came crashing down, Anakali felt like he was on the verge of ruining his leg garments. Suddenly, the bullets stopped. Looking around uncertainly, the Bonzais raised themselves to their feet. Looking over the battlements, they saw nothing. Nothing, except near three hundred armoured warriors advancing towards the walls, large guns at thier sides but unused. The Bonzais opened fire on the advancing horde, letting bullets fly into the enemy ranks. The warriors turned their gaze to them, but otherwise ignoring them as the bullets of the defenders bounced of the massive battle plate. Anakali was filled with dread as they advanced, knowing somehow that the enemies silence meant someting terrible was coming. Then, just as he was about to order the retreat, an explosive hit the front wall of the bunker. Anakali fell back and landad hard, his armour sticking into his back at odd angles. He groaned, and looked towards his left shoulder. When he couldn't see it, he went to touch it with his right hand. It wasn't there. Anakali would have cried out in pain, but all he could uter was a small groan. Suddenly a pounding pain hit his left hand side, coming in an unbearable wave. His eyesight fogged and he looked to the sky. Coming into his view, Anakali looked at the new comer. it was one of the attackers. He was clad in white armour plate, blue shoulder-guards with a grey skull on the chest. He carried a large axe that whired with large metal teeth on a chain. From here he looked bigger than he should have been, looking about eight foot in height in his massive armour. The helmet he was weaing crackled and Anakali heard distant voices coming from the giants headset. '...survivors?' 'One,' he heard the giant say.'Old, left arm missing.' His voice was raspy and loud. 'Kill him,' he heard.'Put him out of his misery.' And with that, the giant reached down with his armoured gauntlet and covered Anakalis head. The pain in his left side grew to a final climax before subsiding for one second as he heard the Giant say: 'For the Emperor.' Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/159175-under-fire/ Share on other sites More sharing options...
sergi Posted January 31, 2009 Share Posted January 31, 2009 i love what you have written so far for this short- especailly rhe start! i like it from his perspectivwe and is seldom seen outside the horus heresy from the black library. Have you read these as well? I have written a short myself that i hope to develop, but now am intimidated by this. Other than a handful of easily made grammatical errors it is outstanding! I would love to hear a response to see if you are going to expand or create any new stories, and the inspiration for you, if you can spare the time. I look forward to hear from you. Sergi x. Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/159175-under-fire/#findComment-1865654 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skirax Posted February 1, 2009 Author Share Posted February 1, 2009 Listen, if you are a fan, please PM me about it. This was something I nocked up on the spot in about 30 minutes. If you want me to write more, PM me and we could work on it togethor. Please don't put an X after your name, I really was scared when I saw that. Joke ;) Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/159175-under-fire/#findComment-1866078 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Simoleo-Brother marine Posted February 1, 2009 Share Posted February 1, 2009 You know I'm a fan Skirax and once again you have done very well :ph34r: Delving into pre-heresy I see, seems to be your favourite era at the moment :blink: Very well done -Simoleo Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/159175-under-fire/#findComment-1866478 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skirax Posted February 2, 2009 Author Share Posted February 2, 2009 Khârn raised himself to his feet, the blood of the now dead man still on his guantlet. The death of this one had been quick and he did not convulse normally like the others who he had killed in this way. It was almost as though he had welcomed his death. Khârn hefted his trusty chainaxe over his shoulder and rubbed the blood on his chest plate. Ustan came to his left, his eyes on the soldier beneath Kharns feet. 'Another easy kill, Khârn?' he asked, blood dripping from his sword. He saounded almost caring, then excitement filled his voice and he became the crazy warrior that he was. 'Can we get back to killing, now?' he said quickly. 'Calm down, Ustan, the enemy still are numerous. Plus, once we eradicate the "Legions", there will still be the ruffians and gangsters that inhabit the city,' said Kharne, in an attempt to quell the warriors bloodlust. However, it seemed he only fuelled it. He began to hear cries coming from the dieing defenders around him as bolter rounds thundered into the foe lieing on the floor. Blood dripped from the weapons of his men, and it also spurted from the stumps of lost limbs of the dieing soldiers. 'Eighth!' cried Khârn, gathering his warriors. 'We have orders from the Great Warrior, our Primarch Angron, to advance to the centre of the city and wipe out the remaining defending soldiers.' His soldiers roared in response, then thumbed the activation pads on their chainaxes which joined to the roars echoing around the ruins of the East Wing. Khârn raised his hands to cool his warriors fiery hearts and his men reacted just the way he wanted. He relished in the fact he had such control over his men. This was the reason he was chosen for the position of the Primarchs Equery. He had , on many occasions, managed to make his Primarch see sense when he was in one of his rages. 'Move out!' he said, and his men fell into a quick jog. Khârn joined them and ran to the front of the loose farmation of the warriors, his hearts thundering in his chest and Gorechild, his chainaxe, whirring at his side. They broke into a fast run down the avenue in the street then, when an enemy unit sprinted round the corner, Khârn broke into a sprint, his men following suit quickly. The enemy warriors stopped dead in their tracks. They openned fire on the charging World Eaters but the power armour merely absorbed or reflected incoming fire. Khârn lost himself to the rush of battle, and screamed at the top of his lungs, 'For the Primarch and the Emperor!' The charging Astartes hammered into the enemy lines, slicing their weapons through the enemy as though they were nothing but paper, and blood sprayed onto the armour of the Space Marines in a dark red colour. Khârn brought Gorechild down onto a foes head, the chains tearing apart the head and spraying his brain all over Kharns breastplate. He laughd in response to the gurgling cries coming from the throat of the dieing warrior. The Khârn sliced that throat open, bringin Gorechild round in a high swing, decapitating a foe in the process, bringing it over his head and removing an enemies arm. The victim stared at the space where the arm once was, then screamed his last breath, before falling back and lieing still. Khârn quickly killed two more soldiers, then the fight was over, his men dropping their weapons to their side, groaning as they realised the fight was over. Khârn was breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down as his hearts roared in his chest. Ensabi, a warrior from Kharns command squad, bent down, dipped his hand in a pool of spilt blood on the floor, then wiped it over his right hand shoulder pad, rubbing it over the red jaws of the symbol of the Legion. Khârn checked the runes on his visor screen. A mere 2000 metres to go to the objective. He smiled as he savoured the looks on the faces of the bodies that litterd the floor around him. He would do his Primarch proud many more times in the coming battle, for this was just the start. Soon the third company would meet with Kharns eighth, then advance on the last defenders. Raising Gorechild to the crimson sky, he cried, 'For the Primarch!' Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/159175-under-fire/#findComment-1867872 Share on other sites More sharing options...
FearTheReaper Posted February 10, 2009 Share Posted February 10, 2009 Yeah!!! Khârn who is (if i belived in this sort of thing) my freind Ray reincarnated. Khârn is awsome. oh by the way good story. quick and messy Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/159175-under-fire/#findComment-1876550 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skirax Posted February 10, 2009 Author Share Posted February 10, 2009 Yeah!!! Khârn who is (if i belived in this sort of thing) my freind Ray reincarnated. Khârn is awsome. oh by the way good story. quick and messy Quick and Messy? I hope you are referring to the fight, not the story ;) If you like it, I will continue it. Reincarnated, Rays dead? :( I hope he is alive, not that I know who ray is. :P Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/159175-under-fire/#findComment-1877500 Share on other sites More sharing options...
FearTheReaper Posted February 14, 2009 Share Posted February 14, 2009 Yeah, he is very much alive, sitting right here next to me. also i meant the fight was quick and messy, not your story. sorry for the mishap. ;) Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/159175-under-fire/#findComment-1882385 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skirax Posted March 26, 2009 Author Share Posted March 26, 2009 This thread has basically gone to pot, so does anyone want me to continue? I have 3 stories on here that I haven't even finished. Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/159175-under-fire/#findComment-1931314 Share on other sites More sharing options...
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