Blood Strike

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Jaems held up his gauntlet gripped in a tight fist slowly punching the air. The Grey Knights carefully spread out filling the chamber leading into the maw. The Techmarine ignited the lamp attached to the top of his backpack and let the spectral light sweep about the floor and then illuminated the maw. The metal panels lining the walls seemed to bulge out. There came the sound of low groan then it stopped. Jaems took a step down into the maw. Jaems pointed towards a junction beneath them. The Brother Captain then turned back and pressed a hidden switched mounted within the wall. A set of doors then closed behind the Grey Knights sealing off the path behind them.

[Brother Kilron]

Simply incredible, please don't stop now :P

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This is the closing chapter. I'll be sad to see it come to an end but all things do eventually.

 

Thanks so much for the kind kudos. :)

 

G <_<

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Jaems and his Grey Knights heard a muffled rumbling sound coming from behind the bulging panels. The tip of a sharp claw poked through one of the panels quickly slicing a large round hole through the plating. A genestealer then stepped out from the hole sniffing at the stale air with long bundle of tendrils hanging from its huge head. The creature gave off a screeching wail and it's tendrils went rigid. More of the brood then began to exit the hole. The other panels then all burst open revealing more of the xenos completely encircling the Grey Knights. A very large one was the last to leave the darkness—it flexed it long talons menacingly as the Broodlord stepped to the fore walking with a stiff tilted gait.

 

"Yrmgal." said Jaems under his breath with a sudden feeling of dread growing like a knotted pit in his stomach. "Fire at will!"

 

The Grey Knights wasted no time lifting their stormbolters firing at point blank range. The quarters were much too tight to make effective use of their incinerators. Quickly the xenos struck back in return slashing at the Grey Knights with their long sharp pointed talons. Bolter shells glanced off harmlessly against the hardened carapaces of the brawny ancient creatures. The last of the Purifiers prayed to the Emperor involuntarily willing themselves to set aflame the mythic beasts as they charged head long into melee. Their was a sharp cry of pain as the Keeper of the Flame staggered aside clutching at his helmet. The Knight ripped off his helm to reveal his head bulging with huge blackened bruised throbbing veins. He screamed in intense pain and then his head exploded like an over ripened piece of fruit left out in the sun for too long a time. The Yrmgal genestealers seemed to chuckle with evil malice as their Broodlord attacked the dead Knight ripping its body apart in a wet shower of bloody visceral.

 

Jaems found himself in the center of the sealed chamber surrounded on all sides by his Grey Knights. As one they lifted their halberds and swords in unison ready to counter attack. The Broodlord flung down the rendered body of the dead Knight then charged into the silver mass with its talons extended. The monster struck with the inane speed of a daemon hitting the battle line before they could strike back. It's talons latched around another Knight cutting through the plated armor as if it were nothing more than a thin film of tin foil. The Broodlord flexed it's huge body shaking loose caked black nitre encrusted in his carapace from the tight passages they had infiltrated through to reach the last of the Grey Knights. It seemed to be cursing some foul oath in butchered Gothic, moaning like a lost devil. Jaems instinctively shut off his auto senses to mute off the eerie garbled curses emanating from the alien. The Brother Captain could not help but imagine that the foul fiend of a creature was simply mimicking what it must have heard at some time before while slaughtering a doomed host of victims. It was nothing more than merely an arrogant taunt which maddened Jaems lifting the dread from his hot blood. "Here we may indeed die but we will take many of your kind with us!"

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Several dead genestealers were laid out upon the floor twisting about in grimacing death spasms. The majority of the Yrmgal had survived the battle though kneeling over the fallen Knights feeding upon their pale psychic residue, channeling the etheric energies through their elongated tendrils. The tendrils phased through the rended silvered armor collating the power from the freshly killed host. Taut pieces of glowing membranes hidden under the aliens' thick carapaces were swollen and gave off a ghastly green light while they fed. The Broodlord sat in a darkened corner feeding upon the remains of the dead Keeper of the Flame. The beast tore apart the meat from the shattered pieces of bone as it gorged itself in a mad frenzy. There was only a sickening sucking sound as the Yrmgal continued to feed.

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There came the sound of a solar storm. Silence ended as as series of detonating explosions ripped through the ship. The dead cruiser listed hard to the starboard as a hail of burning asteroids tore through the cabin exposing the chamber to hard cold space. The Broodlord threw aside the clean bones of the dead Knight as the huge creature squeezed back into the boarding hole cut into one of the fragmented panels. The mass of surviving genestealers followed suit retreating back into the tight confines of the hidden passageways they had deftly traversed to assault the last of the Grey Knights.

 

Beyond the confines of the dead cruiser the astral storm attacked the fleet of exposed hive ships with cold fury. Huge burning chunks of hard rock tore through the outer layers of the bio ships tearing them asunder. Slowly the hive ships began to pull back but it was too late to escape the devastation of the storm. A mass of Tyranid creatures began to depart the cruiser like rats fleeing a sinking ship and then a super heated cloud of speeding alpha particles descended on the ship engulfing the horde. The Tyranids were ripped apart and obliterated by the growing maelstrom before they could make their way back to the confines of their living spores. Watching in silence the hulking Broodlord witnessed the mass scale devastation brought about by the sudden asteroid storm. Its genestealers held tight to the outer layer of the cruiser using torn struts and broken fins to ward off the hail of destruction. The Broodlord sensed another being working the cold dark warp. Slowly the monster re-entered the dead ship to return again.

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Quickly the Broodlord weaved it's way back through the tight passageways leading to the chamber. Chunks of small asteroids continued to bludgeon the cruiser battering the ship. Its brood of genestealers followed along behind. Suddenly a huge rock tore through the ship breaking the craft in twain. Most of the Yrmgal were caught in the explosion lost to the cold confines of hard space. The Broodlord looked back gazing into the open space. Flaming gouts of bio matter poured out from the great rents in the hive ships freezing into gigantic columns of cold dead matter. Turning back to the passageway the Broodlord squeezed through the final opening and stepped out in the chamber. The form of a large terminator clad in burnished plates of steel stood in the center working its arms in a series of mesmerizing patterns. The shadows crept over its face, only it's milky white orbs shone through the darkness–glittering with a burning madness. The terminator then halted its incantations and peered towards the Broodlord. This was the focal point of the warp manipulation. The Broodlord's sixth sense watched as the folds of the dark warp swarmed over the terminator forming a dense fog of etheric matter. It heard the terminator laugh hoarsely as the enemy pulled forth a pair of short swords. Sam stepped further back into the shadows waiting in silence as the warp field slowly began to dissipate.

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The Broodlord had lived for several millennia dating back to prior heresy. Yrmgal being one of the few creatures not continually reabsorbed and reprocessed by the hive mind. The creature dripped with latent psychic energies—easily a match for even the mad sorcerer standing only a few meters away. It occurred to the sentient beast that the hive mind had been easily duped placing itself in a very vulnerable position to gather the tempting low lying fruit. The question was what does the enemy want. There was no way to tell and the mad sorcerer's mind was heavily cloaked via ornate runes crafted into its armor. The runes glowed in the dark casting twisted shadows along the veiled face of the terminator. The abrupt appearance of the Broodlord had disrupted the psychically activated storm but the creature knew it would soon enough begin again. Several golden clad beings stepped out from the darkness surrounding the terminator. One held the severed head of some dead chaos giant that even in death still gnashed it's teeth and violently writhed within the tight clutch of the Blood Saint's gauntlet. The Broodlord sensed extremely imminent danger. It called empathically to the last of its cadre readying itself for the coming violence.

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Reaching within its ancient mind the Broodlord opened a channel to the warp calling upon its fell powers with all it's might to beckon. It felt the enemy attempting to block off accesss but it's wizened and highly alert senses deftly slid around the mental locks opening up the dark powers hidden within the deadly maze. Ethereal energies came at once filling the Tyranid with raw blinding strength. One by one each of the Yrmgal began to disappear from physical sight hidden by their warp powers. As one they fanned about the now open topped chamber moving into position for a direct assault. The golden clad beings immediately answered the blind feint firing their bolters into the fray. One of the genestealers to the left of the Broodlord crumpled caught by a lucky shot directly through its throat. It reappeared as it toppled over falling on top of the ravaged body of the Grey Knight Brother Captain. Anger filled the Broodlord's mind but the beast held itself in check beckoning the last of its brood to move forward taking the optimal position for the assault. This was the last of the enemy—destroy them and the threatening danger would be averted. The Broodlord felt its tough carapace begin to tingle as a mildewed hint of psychic rot touched at its horny hide. It was a disgusting feeling that filled the beast with a wave of repulsive revulsion. It's mind could not advert the latent attack and coordinate the attack simultaneously. Again it heard the dread laughter in the black beating heart of its mind. The mad sorcerer was a wiley one diverting death at the last moment with the clever feint. The Broodlord felt a moment of confusion and—immediately the enemy stole the initiative launching out in a blinding counter attack. Steely bright glaives hacked down rending talon and bone with utterly precise lightning quick strokes. The Broodlord then came back to its senses, it must either immediately flee to save its own life or fight back. One Yrmgal after another was hacked apart as the Blood Saints Sanguinary Guard tore into them like a pack of mad devils. The Broodlord broke falling back from the fight. Quickly it crammed itself back into the small opening seeking haven in the hidden maze of the dark passageways. It was all alone now and the cosmic winds whispered as the lifeless cruiser tilted back towards the prow. The solar winds were picking up again.

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The Broodlord made its way back to the outer hull of the ruined cruiser. It stepped over a broken strut and then gazed across the empty space to see the damaged hive ships starting to slowly pull away. The damage from the storm of asteroids had been devastating. One of the hive ships floated in space bleeding great geysers of bio matter into the abyss of open space. There were still a few undamaged spores left attached to the outer surface of the dead cruiser. Carefully the Broodlord crawled over the massive wreckage and climbed into one of the spores. Immediately the spore detached and started to drift towards the floundering wreck of the closeby hive ship. Slowly the spore tumbled across the chasm—its tentacles shot out in an attempt to latch itself to the target. The longest tendril closed the distance grasping at a large elongated column of bone jutting out from one side of the hive ship. As the spore slowly reeled itself back to its birthing place the Broodlord looked back at the lifeless hull of the broken cruiser through a murky piece of thick membrane. The sorcerer and its cadre of golden warriors had also made their way to the outer hull. Again the terminator worked its arms in a series of snake like writhing moves. The ruined section of the Imperial ship then began to right itself properly and rotated in place forming a bridge over to the hive ship. There was a small rent in a humongous tuber like opening on the side of the hive ship to wit a broken tipped end of the cruiser's long span of wing slammed against silently in the eternal night of dark space. The Broodlord watched intently as the Imperial war party and began to march across the span. The Broodlord noticed that there was also a female human in their midst and she moved elegantly leaping over the debris to match the Marines' quick pace. They moved quickly leaping from one spot to the next and then suddenly they were at the side of the hive ship. The spore slammed into place against its mother ship and the Broodlord lost sight of the strange enemy as its spore was engulfed back inside again.

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The Sanguinary Guard followed Sam into the gnarled bony tube leading into the hive ship. The tube closed shut from the outside twisting in on itself and pulled back inside freeing itself from the Imperial debris. It sounded like slow heavy breathing inside the living ship and the walls were covered in slimy membranes dripping with slick ichor. Gigantic vein like tubes ran through the flooring pulsing with flashes of hooded light. Huge sacs hung from the ceiling swaying back and forth as the wounded ship began to move again. Sam ran one of his swords through a sac and several partially conceived Tyranid organisms spilled out shaking with violent spams upon the wet floor. "I sense the presence of a Norn Queen deep within this vessel." said the Librarian Inritus. "It is there to the heart of this alien darkness we must go." Fidelis and Androcles both were carrying incinerators stripped from the dead Grey Knights. They stood at either end of the party holding the muzzles aloft. "Follow me." said the Librarian as he ignited his force sword.

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Sam and Inritus both felt the insipid heavy pressure from the hive mind weighing down upon them. It seemed to scream constantly in an alien tongue that was unintelligible—it reeked of unbridled violence and intense hatred. Inritus amplified the psychic dampers within his hood to mitigate the effect. Sam ignored the pain as blood trickled from his nostrils and ears focused solely upon their final quest. The rest of the party seemed to ignore to the alien effect.

 

Brother Abel had tied Kane's head to his belt using the braided strands of the long black grizzled hair from the Warlord's mane to form a loose knot. Kane's mouth still moved silently cursing them and the decaptitated head's eyes rolled back and forth within their deep sockets.

 

Ismerlda had a breathing mask tightly fitted to her mouth with a long hose running from a small can of compressed atmosphere strapped around her back. She held her katana in one one hand and the neural shredder in the other. A totem taken from the dead Chaos sorcerer Woden was tied around her neck. The golden broach was studded with a ring of bright opulent sapphires that shone in the dark and a warp eye had been fitted in its center. The warp eye constantly blinked and the serpent's iris was as black as the abyss.

 

There came the sound of heavy scuttling from just beyond the darkness engulfing their path. The Marines' acute senses could just make out the bleak form of row upon row of gaunts sidling up against each other forming long columns that reached back so far they could not see any end to the growing horde. Some of the wet sacs hanging from the ceiling began to jostle knocking agitatedly against each other. Fidelis lifted his incinerator and poured a flaming serpent tongue of promethium up into the ceiling igniting the sacs. There followed screams of intense pain as more Tyranid organisms fell burning to the ground quickly lit to ash and then scattered about by the putrid humid wind blowing through the living tunnel. The gaunts stood still as if awaiting some command then from the other end of the tunnel there came the sound of more aliens approaching. Sam turned to see the old Broodlord standing at the other side surround by a large brood of fresh genestealers.

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The ancient Broodlord intently watched Sam feeling the sorcerer's milky white eyes stare into its own. Filmy cataracts covered his eyes hiding the dark pupils within. Calmly the Captain took a pipe of finely carved ivory from its cuff placing the small tip to his lips. He held up the other gauntlet and snapped his fingers forming a small blue flame to wit he lit the bowl. His pale scarred skin seemed to pucker and twist for a brief moment as he drew upon the pipe then exhaled a tiny cloud of smoke forming a double helix that curled up towards the ceiling. The terminator must have lifted the trinket from the dead Grey Knight realized the Broodlord. Sam then turned over the pipe knocking the burning ash from the bowl against his burnished armor returned it to within his cuff.

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"Open the Infinity Gate!" ordered the Chief Librarian Ixyl. "It had been over five hundred years now since our High Chaplain Ovid left on a quest to wipe away the one dark stain on our pearly mantle. I can hear their call in my mind. Prepare to receive the kill team. The survivors are returning."

 

Shrouded at the heart of the labyrinth underneath their fortress stood the centerpiece of the chapter. The original Infinty Gate was a closely kept secret only known to the prime order of the Blood Saints. A huge upright circular orb of black stone was mounted in the center of the chamber. A series of intricate heiroglyphs from some ancient civilization deeply scribed into the obsidian stone began to vibrate with power as the giant orb throbbed back to life again. Statues of various Blood Saint heroes from the past were placed in a circle around the alien device. The center of the orb filled with a dark mist of storming cloud and the boom of thunder tolled though the chamber resonating with harmonic effigies. A maelstrom swirled within the heart of the Infinity Gate pouring out into the labyrinth filling the air with mystic rhythms.

 

"Look there!" shouted Ixyl. The form of a huge Marine began to take shape.

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Discovery of the Infinity Gate had coincided with the founding of the Blood Saints successor chapter. A party of Blood Angels lead by a Librarian had been sent to the barren moon Xerxes Seven to investigate significant shifts within the measured warp anomiles encompassing the outer fringes of the eastern most system of the Imperium following a colossal warp storm in the immediate area following the end of the Imperial heresy. Nothing more was reported.

 

Psychic artificers had been called from all the various ranks of the Legion to study the arcane device and learn how to both control and use it. The first millennium following its discovery was spent solely divested towards control and slowly measures were put in place to dampen the powerful effects of the Infinity Gate. Every statue of a Blood Saints hero that ringed the vast warp craft were those brave enough to travel through the portal and then return bringing back news of the other side. The very nature of this work in progress demanded a high ratio of psychically gifted individuals who could meet the hard demands of the necessary work and succeed in the hidden project.

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A long low howl began to emanate from the center of the Infinity Gate blustering through the swirling madness of the warp spawned maelstrom. The pitch heightened turning to a sonic scream filled with utter rage, intense pain and dark anguish. It seemed as if the very statues set in place as wards turned to look upon the center of the gate filled with dread interest and anticipation. A wet tear of blood dripped from the corner of Hector's left eye—the stone hero was set in place brandishing its long pair of canine like fangs cast in the image of a bestial snarl. The shape of the large Marine took on solid form then faded back dissipating with the last of the horrid scream. There was a brief moment of utter silence then the howl began anew as if some tortured banshee caught with the ninth shade of Hell was seeking release from an infinity of boundless time trapped forever more. Again the shape of the Marine took form pulsing with an eerie life all its own. The silhouette took on the image of a giant clad in a suit of polished ancient tactical dreadnaught armor painted in a somber tone of deep ocher splotched with dried blood that burned like flame. The image clutched some object in the shape of a startling gross head tightly to its chest.

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The Blood Saints attendant to the chamber watched in silence as the huge terminator stepped across the boundary between their world and the warp slowly exiting from the dark portal bound by the gate. Huge wreathes of bright crimson burning flame leapt from the dark splotched armor casting fickle shadows across the cold floor. The terminator wore a helmet cut in the shape of a large skull with a pair of long sharp fangs protruding from the bottom. The lenses had been removed and a pair of baleful eyes stared down. Powerful runes were intricately carved into the skull mask and they glowed with a hidden power. In one gauntlet the giant held a large Crozius Arcanum with a set of razor sharp Obsidian wings. His other gauntlet clutched at the long black grizzled mane of a severed head. "I bring you the head of Kane." whispered the ancient Void Walker beneath the roaring gale winds pouring out from within the Infinity Gate. "It is finally returned... The deed is done."

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The Blood Saints could not help but stare in amazement at the image of the High Chaplain. The Void Walker placed the severed head of Kane in a silver dish sitting on a podium standing beside the Infinity Gate and then lifted his skull mask to reveal his face. His hair was stark white and tied back in a long pony tail. His one green eye blazed with life and the bionic orb simply pulsed a dull red. "There is no feeling like being home. It has been such a long time." he said.

 

The portal had slowly started to bleed off as the inner maelstrom subsided revealing its usual blank void. Librarian Ixyl came to stand beside the Void Walker and gripped him looking into his eyes. "There has been much speculation would you return my brother. As you said it has indeed been a long time. Some here before you now came thus to our chapter long after your departure. It is an honor for us all to receive you here today. There is much to talk about—we all want to know about your journey and the hardships you have faced."

 

"That will all come to be known soon." said the High Chaplain as he gripped Ixyl's gauntlet in return. "What I must tell you first are the brave exploits of my brothers who came with me on the journey. Their story is one of legend."

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The ship was swarming with Tyranids. Their filthy smell was so strong that it worked its way through their cleansing systems bringing about a gag. "Blood Saints never accept defeat!" shouted Brother Abel above the heavy din of the insect like sounds that filled the cloistered atmosphere. The Librarian Inritus silently mouthed the holy words to cast the ancient spell of the Quickening as he blotted out the infernal buzz of the hive mind lurking within the shadows of the warp. The power of the spell would fill the Sanguinary Guard with fresh strength and gift them with a second wind. "We are so few and the enemy is many!" shouted Abel. "It is always the way of the Blood Saint!" The xenos was growing restless and the hive mind pressed its will upon the horde dominating their mindless thought. A few would die to the flame then the enemy would be overrun. Suddenly the agitated gaunts were moving forward towards the Marines covering the open space quickly with long bounding leaps. "Who wants to live forever?" shouted Abel as the Sanguinary Guard broke out in a counter charge.

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There was an explosive force that ruptured a crag in the top of the living chamber imploding dripping wet layers of thick membrane and huge chunks of bone raining down upon both alien and Marine. It sound like a giant bell tolling atop a great cathedral. An angelic form cast in an aura of bright light appeared flashing through the sudden opening like a polar star breaking though a dense bank of thick black cloud. The Tyranids looked up as they swarmed towards their enemy to see an angry Angel descending down upon them like an angry avenging god of death. Vibrant rays of energy poured down upon the swarm. The Angel's wings filled the hole as the Sanguinor emerged into the chamber. Rays of intense bright light poured off his golden armor filling the chamber like a sanguine sun breaking new dawn and blinded the vast host of star spawn creatures. There came a shrieking war cry that split the very air. War Bellum drew his glaive driving the sharp tip straight through the armored belly of some gigantic Tyranid lumbering monstrosity. A series of rocking explosions strafed through the swarm as the Sanguinor began to cast his long spears of lightning into the mass pulverizing pockets of the xenos with a cold fury.

[Taranis]

Great update. The sons of Sanguinius may prevail! :)

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The Void Walker looked down inside the silver dish at the severed head of Kane. The bloodshot eyes stared back with intense hate and the mouth still moved to form silent dread curses. The tongue had long since been forcibly removed to quiet the evil totem. One whom had once seemed a brother had turned. Ovid then looked up again letting his sight slowly take in each and every statue of a Blood Saint hero. They all seemed to be watching him.