Flesh Tearers: Assault of Ryanthis

[Pulse]

yes i'm infantry, sniper/recon trained, covert recon trained, advanced cqb, jungle, arctic warfare, Section (squad) commander etc etc.

I've done tours of Northern Ireland, Afghanistan and Iraq as well as serving in Canada, Jamaica, Qatar, USA, Germany and all over the UK.

I thought as much as soon as i read the prologue and the first chapter. Good to see another infantry man around. I used to be Recon myself, currently in Oman finishing off a three month training exercise.

 

I have to say i really like your style of writing, suits Astartes perfectly and definately fits with the Flesh Tearers, can definately see the cqb training being pushed on to the Astartes in the story, great stuff. Only crit i have is the overly excessive firing used when attacking the staircase, instead of all the marines firing, a few shots from the Vindicator would have done the trick. Knowing how to use what you have at your disposal is the key, you should know that. :wacko:

 

Looking forward to much more from you!

[Darkchild130]

Thanks for the comments. I really do appreciate them.

 

@Pulse: A vindicator fires siege rounds for engaging hard targets and bunker busting, it's not worth wasting precious rounds from your single vindicator on a routed enemy when a load of bolts will do.

 

YOU should know that

 

Again, I apolagise for not updating this story but I will not until I buy a new laptop, until then you guys will have to put up with my sporadic comments and ongoing IA: NULL BLADES!! (I write all this crap from work computers, hence I cant really dive into a decent story until I get my own again)

 

Darkchild

[Pulse]

@Pulse: A vindicator fires siege rounds for engaging hard targets and bunker busting, it's not worth wasting precious rounds from your single vindicator on a routed enemy when a load of bolts will do.

 

YOU should know that :P

Indeed it fires siege rounds but if the Vinicator hit the hardpoints around the staircase it would have been sufficient to have killed pretty much all of the PDF. Still... at least the marines have a resup around the corner. ;)

 

Oh you have an IA as well? I will have to check that out.

[Ufthak]

I'm also still feverishly waiting for the continuation... :teehee: Please keep on writing, you can't keep us addicted readers waiting like this!!!

[Darkchild130]

Indeed it fires siege rounds but if the Vinicator hit the hardpoints around the staircase it would have been sufficient to have killed pretty much all of the PDF. Still... at least the marines have a resup around the corner. ;)

 

hit the hardpoints and bury the entrance, therefore ruining momentum as they spend the next hour digging their way into the starport. ;)

 

Debating tactics is akin to trying to empty the sea with your hands, so I'll stop there, but at the end of the day it's my story so I'll write what I want :P :jaw:

 

Darkchild

[Pulse]

Hahaha true, i am only being picky - which to be honest i shouldn't. Yeh mate definately carry on as you are, great stuff so far!

[Dinks]

Fantastic, your writing captures the feel of the Flesh Tearers almost perfectly!

[Darkchild130]

Thanks!

 

Darkchild

[hushrong]

A good read Darkchild.

 

Flesh Tearers and bloodshed go hand in hand.

[Darkchild130]

thank you kindly.

It really pleases me when somebody enjoys what I have written!

 

Darkchild

[hushrong]

Yeah, I saw your link and thought of how "the fun doesn't stop in slaughtering" for the Flesh Tearers and had to give a read.

 

I am going to have to give it a second go through. I really liked the way it is written and I hope to make some notes.

[Pulse]

*slaps Darkchild130*

 

Get writing cr*phat. :)

[Darkchild130]

2 words cherry beret.

 

Pegasus Bridge.

 

Green Jackets will always pwn Paras! ^_^

 

@Hushrong:Glad you liked it, hope it helps you in your notes.

 

As previously stated, I wont finish this story until I buy a new laptop, currently I am posting at work, or sneaking in after dark to update my IA etc, this is not a good story writing environment!

Plus I cant even remember what was meant to happen next, so I need to do a data transfer from my old hard drive.

I will finish it eventually.

 

thanks for the continued interest in my story.

 

Darkchild

[Pulse]

Not fussed about that bridge mate, old news - since then we forged more of a rep than those old goats ever would.

 

You wish mate, man for man - we would crush you. :)

 

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Just looking forward to more of your story as you tell it very well.

[Darkchild130]

Pfft! Its like pitting World Eaters vs Alpha Legion. You specialise in one thing, we make stuff up as we go along!

Anyway, the last time our Battalions met in battle it was the 2004 Boxing final.

We won.

 

you get my PM?

 

Darkchild

[Pulse]

Boxing pffft.

 

No PM yet mate, when did you send it?

[Darkchild130]

about 2 days ago. Will resend.

 

Darkchild

[Mr Yellow]

Keep it up, compelling reading indeed.

[BassWave]

If I owned a coming that specialized in making high quality laptops, I would give you three so you can finish this story and make to make even better stories :D Keep up the good work bro :P

[Darkchild130]

thankyou! I will be hopefully getting a new laptop within the next couple of months and finishing this tale is first on my list of priorities when I do.

 

The Story of the Flesh Tearers will lead onto other, wierder things...

 

Darkchild

[BassWave]

Sorry, I meant company, not coming, stupid phones. Anyways, we'll be waiting eagerly for your next intsallment :D

[Darkchild130]

From the depths of time itself, DARKCHILD HAS BOUGHT A NEW LAPTOP!!!!!

 

I will continue this story and I will post an update this weekend for anyone interested.

 

Darkchild

[Darkchild130]

So here it is, after a more than a year of absence, my Flesh Tearers are back.

I have also added a new prologue and lightly edited the entire story throughout this thread, if anyone wants to read it from the start.

 

The ceiling erupted in a cascade of permacrete and plaster, raining debris down on the besieged defenders.

Through the mushrooming cloud of dust, 5 bronze shapes slammed down among the pdf forces in unison, one man crushed by the substantial bulk of the artificer armour worn by their attackers.

Cain watched as his chapter's praetorian elite fought, mesmerised momentarily by the skill of this most hallowed order.

The squad moved as one organism, whirling and slashing with the immense Glaives Encarmine, the style totally at odds with the Flesh Tearer's economical methods, occasionally snapping off shots from their wrist mounted Angelus bolters without interrupting their circular movements.

Cain was sure the swords were too long, too bulky to use effectively in the close confines of a building, but every time he thought a brother would crash into another, or catch his blade on a piece of brick work or furniture, the guard in question would subtly alter his weapon's path, or jink to one side.

Cain never tired of seeing them in combat.

The squad were formed up in a rough circle, methodically working their way outwards in an increasing perimeter around the PDF colonel, cutting him off from his forces.

 

One PDF trooper was neatly bisected through the waist, both parts separating with such force they barrelled another pair of defenders off their feet. Another hapless trooper was hit by the flat of Lorzen's blade in an upward arc, lifting him into the air before a bolt shot pole-axed his disintegrating corpse onto a new trajectory.

Torsos, heads and limbs were cleanly severed, several men burst apart, accompanied by flat bangs as the sanctified bolt weapons sang their song.

The carnage was total, and over in seconds.

Cain stalked into the centre of the defences, his own squads fanning out to secure the far ends of the room while he halted in front of Brother Lorzen.

“Well played Brother, as always.”

Lorzen snorted through his death mask, the sound ugly and distorted through external speakers.

“The vermin are hardly worth the effort, Brother Sergeant Cain.”

Cain nodded in agreement, before turning his attention to Lorzen's prize.

 

Colonel Davise stood on his tip-toes, grunting, taking ragged short breaths as though he was fighting to stop being choked.

The reason for this was Lorzen's Glaive Encarmine, powered down and held out at Space Marine chest height, the edge of it's blade applying pressure to Davise's throat.

The air stank of ozone and burnt blood, the signature odours that accompanied power weapon use, yet Cain could still smell the man's fear through the heady mix.

It was palpable.

Lorzen stood immobile, effortlessly maintaining the sword's position with one hand as his Emerald eyed mask glared at the potential traitor.

The man Davise was terrified, yet despite nearly choking and having his throat slit by the Glaives razor edged blade, his eyes locked with Cain's visor and stared, the look full of confusion, like a wild grox cornered by some great felines.

Cain Gestured to Lorzen, a barely perceptible nod of the head, and he lowered his weapon.

Colonel Davise gasped and stumbled back a few paces, clutching his ragged throat.

Davise took several gulps of air before regaining his composure and taking in his situation.

 

He was surrounded by Space Marines, the 5 bronze ones that killed his men, their statuesque armour coated in a layer of plaster dust and fresh blood, and more numerous one in battered armour who stalked around like predators on the hunt.

All his men were dead, every last one, he tracked their demise across the vox net, barely believing it.

10 minutes ago he was commanding a well dug in force, adeptly stifling a traitor assault at the southern entrance, and now he was last man standing, just like that.

Davise couldn't even find an emotion to cling to, this was too much, he was slipping into shock.

The Space Marine in front of him clicked, the sound emanating from it's helmet the tell tale sign of a private vox conversation being under way. Colonel Davise had enough experience to know that this was their leader, despite not looking any different from many of his men. The way he stood still while others moved around him, the subtle gestures making even the blade wielding monsters stand down, Davise knew that this giant was the one that would decide his fate.

The leader reached up to his helmet and thumbed something at the neck joint, resulting in a pop, followed by a hiss of air.

The Space Marine pulled his helmet off and bent slightly to look down at Colonel Davise, those grey eyes staring out through the heavily scarred face, boring straight into the PDF commander, forcing the mortal man to turn his eyes away.

“look at me.” The warrior snarled, it's impossibly deep voice making Davise flinch in surprise.

Davise matched the Space Marine's gaze and held it, certain that any second a massive fist would come crashing down and end him, but he just stared for what felt like forever.

“Why do you defy the Emperor?”

Their leader growled, his flat tone betraying no emotion.

 

Davise was speechless.

This was more shocking to him than the loss of all his men, he had assumed that the Astartes were traitor marines of the arch enemy, here to help the turncoat PDF that has harassed his forces all the way out of the city.

He chose his words carefully and delivered them in a measured, even tone.

“I am loyal to the throne until death, my lord.”

The massive warrior continued to stare, unblinking, for a few seconds more. It felt like a lifetime.

“I believe you.” He said, the joints of his armour creaking as he straightened his posture slightly.

“unfortunately, I also believe that your adversaries today thought they were serving our cause.” A slight tip of the head to a another Space Marine beside him, wearing some scanner unit on his forearm.

“My Brothers picked up transmissions from their vox arrays during our assault, they were full of prayer, and their uniforms proudly bore the Aquila. This, mortal, is not the behaviour of the arch-enemy.”

 

The small man looked around, appearing lost, like he was taking in his surroundings for the first time.

Cain's mind was on other things, right now his tactical squads would be advancing to the roof to re-arm for a devastator role, his own veterans desperately needed ammunition and the assault squads needed to rendezvous with the thunderhawks to redeploy.

He was a tactician, not an Inquisitor, and his blood was up.

Cain needed to end this quickly.

“Who gave the orders to fight?”

Davise looked back at him, eyes glazed over in shock, mouth moving but forming no words.

“Think human, how did this start?”

The human soldier frowned, then his eyes cleared.

“The Governor, my lord. He told me directly, what units had turned traitor and that I should mount a preliminary attack. That was three months ago. I thought it strange that he would converse directly with an officer of my rank but I carried out my orders. He was in session with an agent of the holy ordos when I saw him.”

Cain growled, a low rumble that was felt rather than heard.

The Inquisition. The Flesh Tearer's relationship with the ordos had never been pleasant, ending with open hostility in Cain's case. They were always there, skulking behind the scenes, working their own agenda under the veil of the Imperium's greater interests.

These poor mortal fools had been manipulated into killing each other, but to what end?

Cain had heard enough.

Shoving the battered helmet back onto his head, Cain nodded once more to Lorzen, who activated his Glaive and decapitated the Colonel with a flick of his wrist.

The whole situation was a mess, and was about to get worse.

There could be no loose ends.

Cain was already walking away when the head hit the floor, Davise's lifeless face fixed in an expression of mild confusion as blood dribbled from the partially cauterised stump of his neck.

He listened to the vox net, alive with clipped reports from his various squads.

Phaeron and Nicholye had cleared the ground floor ans were making their way to the roof, One Thunderhawk was off-loading supply crates onto the roof, the other troop carrying variant was on the hard standing, patiently waiting for Gornt to herd the rage brothers on board along with the assault squads.

The sanguinary guard fell in behind Cain's veterans in a loose formation as he made his way through the complex, converging on the flat roof of the complex.

There were no orders to give, everything was working to plan thus far, every element of the strike force consolidating to carry out the next part of the mission.

The real meat of the operation was yet to come.

“Brother Sergeant Cain this is Thunderhawk three-” The vox blurted in his ear.

“-I have a long range vox transmission from the commander of the Sons of Ultramar commander demanding to speak with you, shall I patch it through?”

The vehicle transport variant Thunderhawk was circling over the Starport, providing overwatch and acting as a vox relay with it's more powerful systems.

The pilot's voice was scratchy in Cain's ear as the signal struggled with the inclement weather and sturdy structure of the 'port building.

The Veteran did not hesitate in his response.

“Cut them off.”

The pilot barked an affirmative and the transmission ceased.

If they want to speak to us, they can wait until the fight is over, Cain thought to himself.

 

The rooftop was a hive of activity. Marines moved quietly and with purpose, tactical squads switching out bolters for heavy weapons, his own veterans stocking up on fresh magazines for their bolters.

One squad was spread out in overwatch as the others re-armed, rotating in place with the other to take it's turn, keeping a layer of protection at all times lest some as yet unseen adversary decide to attack.

Content that Strikeforce Reaper was in place in time to defend the Starport, Cain looked North across the city as he clicked dragonfire bolts home one at a time into his multitude of magazines.

With the tactical squads now toting 2 heavy bolters and 2 missile launchers apiece, the veterans could now afford to maximise their antipersonnel potential. The airbursting munitions were more than up to the task of ripping the souls from any misguided fools coming at them through the streets of Cortunna.

 

Saur reported over the vox-net that the assault units had successfully embarked and as if on cue their thunderhawk roared overhead to join it's companions, the downdraft from it's engines sandblasting their power armour and throwing up all manner of minor debris as it passed.

Cain smiled as he smelled the burning promethium, coupled with the burnt carbon and weapon oil from the previous contacts.

The dirt, the smells, the blood, the screams of his enemies as they died. This is what they lived for, this was the Flesh Tearer's lot, to kill and kill and kill and never stop, forever.

In Sanguinius' name, and for his father on Terra.

As he watched smoke trails rise from the city streets in the distance, the obvious sign of an armoured column rolling through the streets, Cain willed them to move faster.

A glance at his mission chrono tells him three minutes until visual contact is made.

“They will engage us.” Cain states over the open vox channel, matter of factly.

“And they will die.”

As one, Strike force Reaper roared.

 

Darkchild

[hushrong]

Good to hear the Flesh Tearers are back! With these new edits I am going to have to start from page 1!

[BassWave]

Glad to see you back Darkchild! Just gotta say that was one messed up scene, I thought the sanguinary guard were supposed to be the calm ones, and here they are killing their pdf support :D. Great entry as always, can't wait to read more :tu: