Night of the unending darkness

[calgar101]

Legio cannot be a servitor; i cannot be bothered to look up what they are and type from the 5ed Space Marine codex so i am copying & pasting the description from lex;

 

Servitors are mindless drones of flesh and metal used to carry out simple, manual tasks. While many are vat-grown, often a criminal, particularly one who has offended the Cult Mechanicus, will be sentenced to "Servitude Imperpituis" and will be handed over to the Tech-priests to be mind-wiped, reprogrammed, and cybernetically-enhanced to serve some specific, rudimentary function. Servitors are mindless, possessing only the most basic of instincts. Their brains are programmed to perform only the task they were designed for. The altered and fragmented brain of a Servitor functions poorly unless constantly supervised. Most will go into a state of mindlock, babbling incoherent nonsense as the Servitor tries to assert some form of awareness.5

 

Servitors are created by the Adeptus Mechanicus, and supplied to departments of the Adeptus Terra such as the Administratum, and to the Inquisition. Servitors make up the vast bulk of the population of Mars and other Forge Worlds, where they fulfill the role of workers.1

 

There are many types of Servitor, each designed for a certain task. Typical Servitors are "Technomats" which operate and service machines, "Holomats" which act as holographic recordists, "Lexomats" which are like human computers with tremendous calculating powers, and "Drones" which are living robots - stupid and essentially mindless slaves ideal for menial work and little else.2

 

Servitors are often used to carry out the more dangerous or laborious duties, such as heavy mining. They also accompany Tech-priest Enginseers on the battlefield with the Imperial Guard, as well as Space Marine Techmarines. These types aid in the repair of vehicles or sometimes carry large and dangerous weapons such as plasma cannons. For both forces, the Servitors are practically identical cybernetically, although Space Marine Servitors of some Chapters are created from failed Marine Initiates. Perhaps the most feared of all the Servitors are the Praetorian Servitors, a class of heavily armed and armored Servitor deployed by the Adeptus Mechanicus to guard the Tech-priests and temples dedicated to the Machine God.

[antique_nova]

i might consider him as a scout then, hmm i think that i have found a way to turn it around. but somewhere in the chapter it hints at something else apart from the orks, the necrons, the guard and the space marines. Can you tell what it is? :D, it's very subtle.

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antique_nova

[calgar101]

Is it chaos? Having Legio has a scout or a future aspiant is much more fluffy.

[antique_nova]

and where in the chapter do you think brought up such a suggestion? I turned Legio into a sorceror, which is a second hint to the story line. I introduced the character late, but all it was to bring in all the other armies and show how wars/battles can seem so direct with little or no sneaky sneaky plans or deceptions by other factions -_-.

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antique_nova

[antique_nova]

Chapter what? - Playing with ghosts and emotions

 

All Legio could hear was the sound of battle, the sound of footsteps and the drumming in his head – how he wished that he could be an Epistolary for the thousandth time. “Anything yet?” asked Locus, the marine in command on the bridge. “Nothing, static is all that prevails, however the battlefield is clearing up as we speak” replied the Lexicanium, the lowest rank of a psyker marine, with the bearest hint of emotion. A Lexicanium – the lowest rank that a psyker recruit could be given, psyker recruits were eyed suspiciously quite often because they were a potential gateway for daemons and they had yet to learn to control their powers and sanity. Until he had achieved the rank of Codicier he would not be reguarded as a brother, like other chapters, despite the fact the primarch's genes flowed through him. This suspicion was all intensified from the Council of Nikaea, where the emperor had decreed that Magnus the Red would not dive into sorcery once more. “Give me visuals now!” Locus’s voice rising higher than he intended, but such were the error of a recently appointed temperal captain.

 

Captain Locus excepted to see carnage and corpses on the screen that he faced, the field of battle where commander Captain Adonis Lucius last fought was dotted with craters and littered with the corpses of the orks and the matyred marines for hundreds of metres in every direction. The destruction, the loss of the former captain; Lord of the 3rd company, hero of the Magnus crusade, the cleanser of the Vaul region and a suriver of the Goul star region. Killed, annihilation and incinerated in mere seconds by a foul orkish trick, of all deaths available to him, such a death was dishonorable to one with such skill, such leadership. Locus realised his anger was getting the better of him and he calmed himself down, assuring himself that revenge

 

“Are there any survivors? Anyone?” His tone slightly hopeful, but he dare not hope for a miracle – for hope leads to disappointment. “None my lord” replied Legio, his voice being unable to project the sadness which he felt for the dead, but he went back to his duties because a space marine is always sharp in mind and body - that's what Legio told himself. “Lord Locus, we have contact!” his own heart pumping faster at such news as he opened up the message to the speakers in the bridge. “Patch it through the speakers now!” Shouted Locus, but his voice remained neutral. “Already done my lord” his emotions rising as voices engulfed the room.

 

"Their all around us!" Fear. Panick, these were the only words that Locus could decifer from that breif moment. The voices had been identified to that of scout Helios and towards the end of the transmissioin scout Lork was heard through some unpleasant background noises.

 

"Status report!" Shouted sergeant Neil. his face stern and his arms crossed.

"Squads 2 annd 4 made it from our platoon and a leman russ is stuck with its tracks blown off near the bomb site, but its gun is still functional....and the Orks are regrouping." Replied sergeant Tuck, while veteran sergeant Neil stroked his beard - his non-existant beard. "Big things happen, when big things come together" Smiled sergeant Tuck as he said it. The sarcasm in his voice indicated that he and Neil were good friends now. Neil didn't miss a thing, but turned his head round and raised an eyebrow at Tuck who cowered slightly but kept grinning - something that he would regret doing later.

 

In the leman russ however, about 400 metres away, Vince was busied himself with the turret and someone's mullet as he ruffled their hair while shouting, "Brad wake the :blush: up! The orks will be here any minute, we need your ass and ammo, moving!"

 

Down below in the cave scout Helios's heart was thumping, but he carried on placing round after round from his bolt pistol, suddenly running out of ammo scout Helios slapped a fresh clip into place with machine precision and kept on firing into the glowing figures that has just popped out from behind, the ones that had just riddled Lork with holes the size of his head and they began advancing upon him without stopping and without thinking and then all went blank. From the enemies' point of view however.

 

The cave was dark and the corpse near the wall was fresh. Very fresh. The tall metallic figure gestured towards the body and out came a slithering shadow, it collected the body and went out through the ball that it can out. With the area cleared, save the stains on the floor, a green glow caught the spotter's form and vanished from sight and the cave became dark once more.

 

Below the scene, lay a cavern, undisturbed for a millenium, unopposed for a millenium and now. Now was the time for harvesting and now was the time of the awakening. Lights started glowing, tombs started opening, the silence started humming and the swarm started gathering. The dull sound of marching metal grew louder and louder until a screech pierced the air, a sycth pierced the air and so did the legion of death dissappear.

 

Back on the surface, Vince had just woken up his crew and boiled some water for his tea, while his crew raised the spirit of the machine he toook out his lucky charm. Strangle little trinket it was, black, spherical and with runes inscribed all over it and it glowed with a faint green hue. Glowing, green? It had never done that before, thought Vince, but he shoved it back into his shirt and decided to abandon the Leman russ - the decision was well timed too. As the Ork lines were eclipsed in a swarm of metal, a legion of skeletons, without flesh, without emotions and pulsing with green. Such greeness would confuse the orks as the Necrons weren't green themselves, but the glow that they emitted was and their slaughter knew no bounds.

 

The timing and force of the deathless army's appeared overwhelmed the ork opposition and soon a different coloured figure appeared, similar in appearance to his forces, but he had something that the others didn't, a hint of emotion. It had a name once, but struggled to remember, it turned to look at something, something more than a dozen hundred metres away and it's eyes shown brighter than before.

 

Sergeant Neil looked through the binoculars and saw the figure starting out from the distance at him, something looked familiar, then it's eyes flashed and outlined its face. Sergeant Neil's jaw dropped as he recognised the face and his mouth stuttered out two unthinkable words, "Trooper Ogra".

 

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antique_nova

[calgar101]

Good, intense chapter there. Some places a bit tricky to read as you overload the sentence with too much detail or wording. Some small spelling errors but on the whole a good, enjoyable chapter.

[antique_nova]

A ancient pack leads to new chapters

 

In the void near the planet, two figures shook hands, "And so it begins, the Emperor's work shall be reforged once more!" replied one and the other responded, "May the emperor guide your flames and keep them pure!" and both recited "For we will come! For we will see! And we will conquer in his name!

 

As trooper Vince ran towards Neil, as the Necron tide advance towards all seemed slow. Vince was scored along the leg by the lance from the gauss weapons and flayed ones appeared to crawl out from the ground in a heap of flesh around him - where ever he went. However, they had not accounted for one thing, the black little spheres that dotted the battle scared field, as Vince was enveloped in a flash and reappeared in front of two hulking figures. The place was dark the walls, the floors and roof were no where to be need. Then a voice spoke to him, “Welcome, you have something that they want" And out stretched a gauntleted hand.

 

Vince who was still recovering, from the having the molecules from his body being dissected atom by atom and then reconstructed in this place in the same method, struggled to keep his tea in and his nerves together - especially when his new comers were shadowed and terrifying. Took out the green glowing orb from his vest and placed it in the armoured hand. "The first piece of the puzzle has been acquired" called Captain Adonis Lucius, "But I must re-unite with my brothers once more, our plans must be set into motion"

 

"Agreed, captain, my warriors will strike like the fires of war and may the Emperor guide us to our goal!" Replied the figure and with that, Captain Adonis picked up Vince by the arm then vanished from the void and back onto the battlefield.

 

Back on the battle scared ground a squadron of tanks, that were dropped off by thunderhawks during the first space marine offensive, began their attack with engines roaring and guns blazing in the revenge of the apparent loss of Captain Adonis.

 

On the spot where Vince had disappeared on now stood Captain Adonis and Vince, one convulsing the other unsheathing his chainsword and shouting the litanies of hate as he parried and cut down the necrons around him. Black orbs around him and all over the warzone became active once more as armoured clad figures appeared from thin air in an endless stream, shouting their praises towards the emperor in the sky while running up to the Necron forces and butchering any that they came into contact with.

 

Captain Adonis slashed across the chest of a necron and opened up its chest, before it slumped to the floor and then parried a blow from behind with a swing of his sword then pinned the claws to the ground and kicked the head off a flayed one. While still moving in a fluid motion he spun around just in time to parry the staff of the charging necron once again, but this one was difference however, it had more skill and the weapon it had looked much more menacing than his because his power sword had just been split in half - only his agility had lead him to avoiding the same fate. This necron was no ordinary deathless warrior, it was a pariah possessed with a weapon to cut through even terminator armour with ease. Left only with a part of his sword and the handle, he went into a sideways stance and waved for the necron to make his move, to his surprise however the pariah sensed something and raised it's hand and pointed at the captain," Give..... me...... the orb!", smiling as he responded the captain replied, “Over my dead body!"

 

And so the dance of death began as the pariah surged forward and tried to lance the captain, but he dodged it just in time while thrusting his sword into the staff to lock the weapon to the ground by the handle before kicking the pariah off balance and slicing it in half with its own weapon. However, it was the pariah who lay on the floor with its last flicker of life that had the last laugh "Fools, you shall never win! Our legion rises and our master awakens to feast on the soul of the galaxy once more!" then its head stopped glowing and became another hulk of metal on the field of battle.

 

Knowing exactly what the pariah meant, the captain raced down to help his brothers and plunged into the battle once more armed with the weapon of the pariah his left and his sword in the other. Above the planet's atmosphere however, such events were less clear.

 

"Repeat what you just told me" Shouted Locus, his mind unable to come to terms with what he had just heard. "We have detected Captain Lucius Adonis's signature and our apparently deceased brothers on the battlefield and they seem to be fighting in the middle of an unknown metallic horde. Several large constructs are also advancing on the captain's position." Replied the servitor, however, it servitor had more to say and carried on, "There are also fast signatures heading for our mechanised force".

 

"Send in the drop pods, tell them to lock in on the signatures and protect the tank formation at all costs, then tell sergeant Typhus below to concentrate their firepower on the large constructs and give the captain from cover!" said the captain. The return of his captain and brothers long thought dead and now returned, the objective was now clear. Save his captain and brothers and find out what had happened.

 

Back on the surface captain Adonis was still slicing through necron after necron without the barest hint of fatigue and his brothers were now mopping up the horde, but not before several large green explosions vaporised several of his brothers near him and knocked him to the floor. Knowing that the armoured company approaching him would give him the edge to destroy the large constructs, called monoliths that were pouring out reinforcements in an endless stream, he could stop himself from standing there and watching with pride as the predator annihilators shot beams of light into them and the vindicators shot in union with a large boom that echoed the battlefield as they cracked open the hideous monoliths with ease. However, the victory was short lived as the mechanised line began to crumble under fire from flying hunters who carried large guns on there shoulders and shot beams of light that tore through armour and tanks alike with ease. On the other hand however, tank hunters designated as destroyers and heavy destroyers did not count on the drop pods that slammed into and around them to pour out reinforcements that riddled them with holes and wrestled them to the floor. Smiling was all he could do for the those few seconds of righteous fury.

 

But as the mist cleared from the field of battle, only the sound of marching could be heard and for miles in the direction of where the monoliths once stood now marched an endless tide of necrons supported by monoliths and other large constructs that had not been encountered before and they were lead by a towering cloaked figure that was clouded in the colour of darkness and wield a scythe. However, before the captain could start giving orders he became interrupted by someone behind him, he turned round and in front of him stood.

 

"Sergeant Neil from storm trooper squad 22 of the 13th brass brazen company" Saluted the sergeant as he spoke with confident and formality, but inside he was terrified and only his years of experience stopped him from shrinking in stature. "We have no time for pleasantries sergeant Neil, now unless you have a solution to that, pointing towards the advancing necron horde, then I would suggest that you fall back with my force towards the city" spoke the commander in a cold manner as he was racing against time. The sergeant smiled and replied, “I do". The captain momentarily stunned that an imperial guardsman could outsmart a space marine captain with centuries of experience, placed his right hand on his chin and studied the sergeant, then replied "Enlighten me then".

 

Spell checked and done grammar..

 

thanks

antique_nova

[calgar101]

Good, action packed chapter. Some words such as Emperor need to be in capitals. Over all i liked it and look forward to reading more.

[Skirax]

It's good, but don't fall back into your old routine of grammar and spelling mistakes. But, we're both suckers for that :P