Story type thing

[Sigmund Hammerhand]

Uni holidays have just started, and as is customary among normal people, I've largely ignored the looming mountain of work to do, and instead decided I'd be much better off bored. So bored, in fact, that it came to my mind that maybe I can write... I'll let you be the judge of that. Let me know if it's any good... and if maybe I'd be better off doing my uni work instead :tu: it's win-win for me really.

 

‘Boy she’s ugly!’, Snorri yelled as he ducked a blow meant to decapitate him.

‘It’s a demon, no gender. And I’m sure it could have lived without you telling it!’, Lucas yelled back, diving behind a toppled statue of the emperor to avoid a hail of bullets.

‘Won’t be upset for long, seeing as it’s not going to live’, Snorri retorted, diving for the hammer he’d dropped avoiding yet another swing from an increasingly enraged demon.

Lucas’ reply was drowned out by the thunderous explosion of a salvo of rockets blowing to smithereens what was left of his cover. He’d need to find someplace else to take cover otherwise his legend would end before it could get properly started.

 

As he sprinted across what had once been a magnificent paved square before the governor’s mansion, tracer fire whipped all around him and he was struck several glancing blows before taking cover behind a truck lying on the side spilling out delicacies, doubtlessly meant for the governor’s dinner table.

Snorri had finally gotten hold of his hammer again, but he was forced back increasingly quickly by a flurry of blows from the demon’s screeching blade. An unsportsmanlike kick temporarily caused the demon to lose its balance. Crackling with energy, the hammer whipped around and struck the demon square in the head.

‘Something I sai – ‘, was all Snorri could get out before he was knocked flat on his back by an explosion from a frag missile that had detonated right next to him. He did not get back up.

Roaring with anger at his friend’s demise, Lucas could not do anything to help because his friend lay out in the open, and all that had protected him from enemy fire was the fact that the chaos scum had not been willing to risk the demon’s wrath should they shoot it by mistake. Now, however, there was nothing else to distract them so their fire was quickly focussing on the pitiful remnants of the civilian truck, and Lucas would soon be stranded completely out in the open.

 

Without warning, the head of one of the traitor guardsmen turned into a fine mist, and several others suffered the same fate in quick succession. Lucas did not need to look over his shoulder to know that six scouts had snuck up behind him, and it would not do to waste this opportunity. The unexpected fire had forced the chaos scum back into cover, and Lucas started running at them, confident the snipers would cover him until he was close enough to teach the traitors a lesson they wouldn’t soon forget.

Taking the last frag grenade from the dispenser on his hip, Lucas took a mighty leap and landed right on top of a guardsman with a nasty pale complexion and red eyes, almost instantly smashing his ribcage and all vital organs to pulp. The wolf threw the grenade at a cluster of enemies scrambling to their feet now that the sniper fire had stopped, only to be blown to pieces by the subsequent explosion.

Ten to one... those were odds he could take, especially considering they were only guardsmen. Hacking and slashing without much finesse, he dispatched half of them in as many heartbeats. The others were backing away from him as he sent the fifth to greet his wretched gods. Hastily reloading, they tried to bring a mixture of shotguns and las guns to bear on him. One of the men struggled to get a grenade launcher ready to fire. Lucas knew he could not get to them in time. With a prayer to his armour’s machine spirit to hold strong against the traitor fire, he began sprinting, letting loose a mighty howl meant to unnerve his enemies. But before he had covered even half the distance one of the traitors got taken down by a hail of exploding rounds. Then there was an enormous crunch and a yell as Snorri leapt into combat, dispatching the remainder of the enemies.

 

‘Thought I was done for eh?’ , he panted, turning to face Lucas. One of his eyes was gone, leaving a nasty wound and half his nose had been blown off.

‘I see even the traitors’ beauty therapy cannot help someone as ugly as you’, Lucas grinned, glad to have his friend back.

‘Come on, our brothers have cleared this section of the town. The rebels are in full retreat as far as we know, let’s leave the guardsmen to do the rest’.

[PaulmanMN]

Nice! Keep it up!

[Forté]

More please ;)

[hendrik]

overall a good story pup, keep up the work and have an ale on me! :)

[Sigmund Hammerhand]

hmm ok... well here's some more:

 

Isavar IV had been a peaceful planet mere weeks ago, having known no armed conflict for several decades it had flourished. Numerous accusations of chaos worship had been thrown around, mostly rumours started by jealous neighbouring system governors. The Inquisition itself had had its eye on the planet for years, and eagerly investigated each case without fail, hell bent to find a shred of evidence to justify replacing the planetary government with one more committed to serving the Ecclesiarchy. The real reason for this was not known, as the planet’s occupants had committed to a policy of sustainability, conserving the incredibly rich resources of the planet. For this reason, the productivity of the planet was not anywhere near as high as it could be, if a more ruthless policy of exploitation were to be employed. One Inquisitor in particular, Sardonus Heptrax had spent the last few years attempting to find a reason to have the planetary governor executed on charges of heresy.

 

These activities of the inquisition did not sit well with the Wolves of Fenris at all, having conquered the planet after a rebellion had nearly caused the planet to be destroyed. Since then, the world had known peace and had gone through an unusual period of scientific and social development that was impossible in most other regions, where the status quo was upheld as highest ideal. The space wolves had been more than happy to leave the people be, so long as they provided them with what they could, supplying superior weaponry and space ships in limited numbers.

Then, without much warning the rebellion had started not just in one spot, but dozens of cities all across the planet. One day the world had known peace, the next day two thirds of the planetary defence force had betrayed their oaths of service and loyalty and taken up arms in the name of the dark gods.

 

If there was a greater plan to this, it had been cunningly thought out as the space wolf patrol had left the planet the eve of the rebellion and been caught in a localized warp storm that had surrounded the planet, making communication to and from the planet impossible. The entire company had been lost in the warp as far as anyone knew, as there had been no word from them so far. But events were not to go entirely against the wolves, as a part of Ragnar Blackmane’s great company was returning from a mission and, for better or worse, had also been caught in the storm.

With the Geller field threatening to fail as the Storm Fang had been severely damaged on its mission, the battle cruiser was forced to attempt leaving the warp, emerging very close to Isavar IV. Battered and almost out of supplies, they never hesitated and began deploying on the surface immediately, catching the rebels unawares in the planetary capital Idelios. Though few in numbers, they rescued the governor and what was left of his staff and set up a stronghold in the capital, using the local PDF barracks as base of operations. Most of the forces in the capital had gone rogue, but isolated pockets of loyalists fought on, although running low on supplies.

A few hours after rescuing the governor, the wolves began searching for these survivors, bringing in more and more men until the PDF stronghold was almost fully manned. With the planet having supplied the Space Wolves for decades, there was enough equipment for the space marines to rearm and repair their equipment as best they could. With the remaining loyalists they would hold out for some time, and if help did not arrive in time, they would sell their lives dearly.

 

In space, the Storm Fang was left barely operational with not even a skeleton crew, but they were forced to make another desperate gamble. No one knew how long the warp storm would last, and the men on the surface had mere weeks before they would be overrun. Thus the Storm Fang attempted to navigate through the warp storm. They had made it past the worst of the storm, but in the process the Geller field failed once and for all. The Navigator was killed and the ship overrun by demons as the crew desperately attempted escape the warp. They never made it back to the safety of real space, but the bondsmen fought bravely against the tide of abominations, allowing the ship’s astropaths to send a desperate message, praying to Russ that the Fang would hear and send aid, before they were torn apart by the bloodthirsty manifestations of the warp.

The desperate and perhaps foolish heroics had paid off, though and the message was heard. The rest of Ragnar Blackmane’s men, accompanied by two dreadnoughts and a dozen wolf scouts set off for Isavar IV immediately to rescue their brothers and save the planet if they could. But the wolves were not the only ones who’d heard the message...

 

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I haven't edited this very thorougly so the reading isn't as smooth as I'd like so if you catch something that doesn't sound quite right let me know and I'll fix it. Mostly I'm just trying to write before the ideas disappear on me.

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