Damnation of Belen

[Seres Blackthorn]

He stood, blade held in hand, his aged silver armor glittering under the diseased sun. They had been dispatched, at a loss of life unbelievable to those he could command. A system had died before the foe was to be stopped, but they were defeated. He lowered his head to the motionless corpse at his feet, a Traitor Astartes of the Death Guard, its dirty white armor rent apart. He stared into the lifeless pits the giant once had for eyes, and even then, the sigil hanging from his neck seemed useless. He had lost his personal retinue before this monster was slain, and he was even injured, his should bleeding from a shallow cut. He lifted his head up, and stared upon the battlefield, an endless sea of flies flitting about the rotting corpses that even now shambled towards him. He uttered an oath, and bent down to his Psycannon, lifting it up as if it's bulk was nothing, a miracle of Suspensor Technology. He slowly took aim, and fired.

 

He unleashed the fury of his psycannon, and when the revered weapon ran dry, he pulled his blade. Many were slain by his blessed weapon, but they were more to face in combat, but somewhere in his mind, he knew he was to die this day. Bellowing a Litany to the Emperor, he charged forward, blade in hand.

 

He hit the first with his blade, rending its diseased body. He spinned, his blade held out before him, severing the heads of others. The flies were all around him, their diseased forms flitting about him. His wound twinged with pain, and he attempted to ignore it, but the flies were feasting upon his own wounds. Thinking back to his doom, he redoubled his efforts, blade slicing through diseased flies and corpses alike, his fate inevitable.

 

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'Brother Captain Geremund, the undead minions are concentrating at a central point here,' a stout Navy captain spoke to the giant before him.

'Can you confirm it's him, Captain Brett?' spoke the titan, an ornate blade sheathed at his belt, a well built storm bolter fixed into the wrist of his silvery armor.

'Almost as positive I can be with that damned black cloud obscuring the planet. It could be they're converging on some random point for no reason, but from your description of him, he's in the center.'

'Ready the Teleporter. Prepare for Exterminatus when we retrieve the Inquisitor.'

'Affirmitave. Anything else?'

 

The giant strode out of the bridge before the Navy Captain could even finish his sentence. The Brother Captain's mind was contemplating what he was to do. He had fifteen Grey Knights, including him and his squad of Terminators. His Terminators were to strike into the center of the conflict, and he could split the remaining warriors under Justicar Reiss and Nathaniel. Nathaniel and his squad were to give support with blessed Incinerator, whilst Justicar Reiss and his squad would set up a perimenter for the Teleporter to lock on to. It would work, or even they would falter.

 

I got a spark of insanity, and this is the result of said spark.

C+C desired, if anything is to be pointed out, point it out.

[Justicar Crucius]

so far looks pretty good