Bringing light into dark places

[Aqui]

Such a tease, Aquilanus

 

Me?  I would never do such a thing :lol:

 

I have two days off in a row, so short of getting my development talk sorted out for Wednesday, I should be able to get some more done on this. 

[Aqui]

 

Such a tease, Aquilanus

 

Me?  I would never do such a thing

 

I have two days off in a row, so short of getting my development talk sorted out for Wednesday, I should be able to get some more done on this. 

 

 

And here it is!

 

Chapter 2, part 8:

 

The sound was coming from the console behind him.  Whilst it was not unusual for it to chime, it was nevertheless something that Eh'Dson kept an eye on, especially considering the current circumstances.  It was notifying him that someone had accessed the Orbital transmitter.  Without turning, he willed a mechadendrite to interface with a socket upon the console.  He disputed the information given, and ordered the machine spirit to confirm the data dump.

 

What he found out was not to his liking.  Retracting the metal tendril, he made his way to see the Chapter Master.  It was not safe to reveal what he had learned any other way.

 

 

++++

 

 

The sound of the lock mechanism made G'Urg jump, so accustomed was he to the silence.  Rusted hinges creaked slowly as the door was pushed by unknown hands.

 

"Stand, initiate."

 

G'Urg was crestfallen.  It was the voice of the guard who stood watch outside the cell.  Reluctantly, he stood, failing to hide the misery he felt as he did so.  The corridor was dark, unusually so, as it was lit when he was led here. 

 

"You will accompany us."  There was another, hidden in darkness.  G'Urg was wary of the other, for there was something about him that brooked no argument.  He was led through a maze of corridors and chambers, and he was acutely aware of where he was being taken.

 

The Fortress' hanger bay.

 

The hanger was forbidden to initiates like most areas of the Fortress of Light, so G'Urg had only seen schematics.  The sheer scale was breathtaking.  There in front of him stood four Thunderhawks, proudly displaying their livery.  To the side, lurking in their shadow were five Storm Talons.  G'Urg stood in awe of these machines.  Above, mounted on the wall, was the double headed eagle of the Imperium, an image that brought mixed feelings to the fore.

 

The shadowy figures turned to face him.

 

"As you have been told initiate, you have a choice.  Join us and escape your fate, or stay and die."

 

G'Urg struggled to comprehend what he heard.  What was his crime?  Leading a cousin of the Chapter to the Fortress of Light was to be lauded surely?  What was it about that Marine that caused the reaction of the Chapter Master.  Who was he?

 

"Initiate!  Stand to!" called another voice, it's steady bass tones echoing in the vast chamber.  G'Urg knew instantly who it was.  The Chapter Master.

 

"I do not know what lies you have been told, but you do have a choice.  Leave with them, and you are damned!  Stay, and salvage your honour."

 

"Honour?!" snarled one of G'Urg's companions.  "You stand there, spouting your vitriol as if it is truth!  You would have him executed for a treasonous act he did not commit!  His fate is his own, not to be decided by a worshipper of the False Emperor!"

 

The words thundered into G'Urg's head, repeating over and over. False Emperor?!

 

"I...I do not know."  The stutter tripped his speech again, unable to clear his mind.  There was something about one of the hooded figures.  He could taste...metal?  Backing away from them, G'Urg whimpered, wishing to get away from here, far away.  Just to be left alone.

 

Chapter Master Alizarin could taste it as well.

 

"So...it is true after all."  His voice conveyed deep sadness.  "Eh'Dson was quite correct to summon me."  To his left, the Master of the Forge appeared from the darkness, his tendrils agitated, bolter raised.  Power Axe primed.  The other exits were blocked by other Marines, and G'Urg could see Varagol's distant relative staring at him.

 

The lead hooded figure pulled his cowl back, revealing his face.  Shock threatened to consume G'Urg as he realised who it was.

Sturmaz.

 

The Chief Librarian bared his teeth, his eyes glowing with inhuman light.  Staring directly at his superior, no, his former superior, he stood in defiance.

 

"You?!" Alizarin shouted in disbelief.  "Why?!"

 

"The word you are looking for Imperial is How?" the Stranger Marine opined snidely.  "I have been on this world for scores of years.  Subtly subverting the populace, slowly bending their allegiance.  Sturmaz here was anointed to my cause a long time ago.  I knew of his psychic abilities before your Chapter did, and it was easy enough to have a mental command inserted into his subconcious that would make him...pliable when the time was needed.  All that was needed was for him to read my mind to trigger it.

 

"Of course, another question you should now ask is, How many others?"

 

The smirk on his face grew, supremely confident that he had won.

 

"When the Inquisition hears of this, they will subject the entire Chapter to a thorough investigation.  News of my Legion's involvement will make that a certainty.  Your Chapter will fall, the rot within the woodwork will soon become evident.

 

"You are doomed.  Your achievements for naught, your name, your very existence will be struck from all records.  You will cease to exist."  The words were spoke in a whisper, but they carried well enough.  G'Urg could see Varagol and others behind Eh'Dson, the look of shock on their faces reflected his own.  All but one.

 

Churk.

 

Churk stood impassively by, away from his brothers.  A sneer of disgust was thrown in his direction.

 

The stranger uttered a command in an unknown tongue, and Churk moved to obey.  Bolt pistol in hand, he fired at Alizarin.  The bolt hit his arm, Alizarin being too fast a target.  In the general confusion, some of the Marines covering the exit had broken ranks and joined the group in the middle.  This made the confusion worse, as the words spoken by the stranger were still being taken in.

Traitors within the Chapter?!  Impossible!  Churk hit Varagol square in the face, and lifted him bodily over his broad shoulders using the affray as cover.  Sturmaz ran alongside him, using his armour and abilities as a shield.  The stranger looked at G'Urg. 

 

"Choose now.  You will not have a second chance.  Leave with me and burn the galaxy, or die at the hands of your "Brothers".

 

Summoning all of his wits, he followed his eyes never leaving Varagol.  He knew what he had to do.

 

Eh'Tor could not believe what he was seeing.  His mentor for the past seven years was a traitor!  His soul ached in agony at the revelation.  He wanted to face him, to destroy him utterly, but he knew in his hearts of hearts that he had no chance.  Sturmaz was the Chapters' most powerful Librarian, which made the subversion even more impressive.  How could his mind have been corrupted so? 

 

Brun'El had dragged him to a sconce nearby, to try to shake some sense back into him.

 

Seeing Varagol being taken by Churk galvanised Brun'El into action.  Lightly punching his friend in the face to bring him back to current events, he led the way, his stride eating the distance between them.  He could see G'Urg at the back of the group, his wound still not fully healed.

 

"Traitor!  Heretic!" He spat, his anger making him push his body to its limit to get closer.  G'Urg heard the words and felt sorrow.  But what choice did he have?  Leave and betray his family's name?  Or die to satisfy a slight that he was truly innocent of committing?

 

Some choice.

 

Brun'El had now managed to get close enough to tackle G'Urg and the fell bodily to the plascrete floor.  G'Urg cried out despite himself, flailing wildly.  Gauntleted hands grabbed Brun'El by the scalp and he was thrown as easily as a rag doll. 

 

"Come on.  We have no time left.  We leave.  Now." 

 

G'Urg glanced at Brun'El's prone figure.  He couldn't tell if he was still alive, the sheer force used to remove him was tremendous.  A crackle of ozone could be heard as a bolt of lightning streaked past them.  Churk had been hit dead centre, the hole made in his chest left no doubt that he was dead before his corpse hit the floor.  Sturmaz turned, to check on Varagol.  He was still alive.

Sturmaz turned and stood before his student.  Eyes burning crimson, he towered over him, his face vacant.  To Eh'Tor, his former teacher was no more.  This being had nothing of the stern, but fair demeanour he had.  The sadness he felt grew, turning to anger, dammed behind sheer will.  He could feel the power welling up inside him, but could not release it.  Hesitation, a moment too long and he sensed that his teacher had been generating power himself.  Ducking, the bolt of energy missed him by scant inches.  Rolling clear, he had one chance.  Only one, and it came with a steep price.

 

Eh'Tor gladly paid it.

 

G'Urg stood in terror as he saw the power unleashed before him.  Whimpering, he tried to run, but the Stranger stood in his way.

 

"It would seem that you are not worthy of joining me after all." he mused and struck with his hand.  Pulling towards him, he ripped off G'Urg's arm. 

 

"I will leave you here, to either bleed to death, or die at the hands of your brothers.  An arm of the Hydra has been removed to preserve the whole.  A pity, however."

 

Collapsed on the floor, G'Urg, tried to crawl to the bolt pistol that Churk had dropped.  Managing to reach it, it took a supreme effort to even lift it, much less aim and pull the trigger.

 

He did it nevertheless.

[deathspectersgt7]

WOW did not see that coming.Traitors with in 

[Aqui]

WOW did not see that coming.Traitors with in 

 

As soon as I worked out that the "villain" was an Alpha Legionnaire, I knew, just knew that some of the RW had to be traitors ^_^

 

However, the worst is yet to come ;)

[Dosjetka]

I think I know where this is going ;) Excellent read, Aquilanus!

[Aqui]

I think I know where this is going Excellent read, Aquilanus!

 

Won't be too long until you find out

 

I'm also in the middle of setting up another Word Press account link.  So eventually, I'll be posting the story and WIP pictures over there as well as over here (/shameless plug )

Edited May 10, 2013 by Aquilanus

[Aqui]

 

 

I think I know where this is going Excellent read, Aquilanus!

 

Won't be too long until you find out

 

I'm also in the middle of setting up another Word Press account link.  So eventually, I'll be posting the story and WIP pictures over there as well as over here (/shameless plug )

 

 

It would seem that it was a long time until you found out

 

A short one to be sure, but a warm up for things to come. Also, the WP account has been set up, although I'm still in the middle of editing the story to suit current facts (i.e. that the Rainbow Warriors are Ultramarine successors rather than White Scar ones as I decided).

 

Anyway....

 

Chapter 2, part 9:

 

The bolt hit him square in the chest, but the angle was too high, ricocheting harmlessly. The Alpha Legionnaire snorted derisively at G'Urg, impressed despite himself. There was too much at stake. He needed to leave, and take as many of those he had subverted with him. It was...acceptable if he was the only one to do so however...

 

A second bolt hit him on the side of his helmet, forcing his head to the left, leaving him unbalanced. Allowing his body to move with the momentum, he turned quickly and didn't look behind again.

 

Ahead the corridor was strewn with corpses, mostly the scouts he had turned. Mangled, and many unrecognisable, those bodies had piled high as they had thrown themselves at their former Brothers. Jumping over the obstacle without so much as a pause, he fell forward into a roll, before carrying on his run, the momentum carrying him forward. He could see two Marines firing weapons into a large area. Judging by the effort to repel intruders, it was what he sought.

 

The hanger bay.

 

Smiling beneath his helmet, the Legionnaire caught a weapon thrown at him by one of the Marines. A Bolter and an Umbra pattern one at that. Old, so very old. The smile grew larger and had he been bare headed could have frozen the blood of anyone who saw it. He could tell by the weight that it was fully loaded. Allowing the renegade Marines to move on ahead, he held the ancient weapon in front of him, sweeping the large hold. Bodies of a few guards lay unceremoniously near a Storm Raven. It was well looked after, despite the armour being buckled in places.

 

It would do, especially as the Legion has so few vehicles left. It would be perfect once suitably reconsecrated. The cockpit was already occupied, the two Marines had taken positions, coaxing the ships' machine spirit to co-operate. From the ramp, he could see two more Marines enter. They lowered their weapons to indicate their true allegiance. Without a moment's pause they turned when they reached him and fired at the next wave of troops entering. The Marine at the front was the Chapter Master, roaring orders at his sub-ordinates. Everyone of them parted, forming two lines, allowing a hulking figure to pass, the gloom obscuring any details. It was massive, its footsteps shaking the ground.

 

Even the Alpha Legionnaire took a step back. The heavy figure was even larger than the Terminator squads that allowed it to pass.

 

One of the renegade Marines gasped in shock. Turning to him, the Legionnaire bid him explain, but he knew what it was before the answer was uttered.

 

A Dreadnought. A Contemptor to boot. The elegant lines, the stride. The ornate artifice on the chest. The opulent colour of its armour.

 

The Chapter had a few Dreadnoughts, but only one Contemptor, such was its rarity. There was only one Marine who was truly deserving of entombment in such a device. One who was an icon, a rallying point.

 

The original Chapter Master - Candidus, He who illuminates.

 

It would seem that the Rainbow Warriors were not as stupid or ridiculous as he thought them to be.

 

The Dreadnought aimed it's weapon, an assault cannon, the whine unbearable as the barrel cycled up to full speed. Hateful death consumed the renegade Marines, shredding their armour like tissue. Realising it was now or never, he retreated inside, the engines on this ancient ship gunned to full power. The Dreadnought began to run, the weapon still trained on the Storm Raven, firing salvo after salvo. Impacts shunted the ships nose down, but the pilot was able to correct the trajectory in time. The ship rose sharply, defying gravity and indeed the Chapter it had served for so many years. The hanger bay roof opened, allowing the ship to leave.

 

Soaring into the nights sky, it punched through the atmosphere, contemptuous of the laws of the universe itself. As it hit the outer edges of space, a massive beam of light caught up with it, shearing the craft in two, the atmosphere distorting light, the resulting explosion, a cascade of every colour imaginable. The few remaining pieces of debris returned to the surface, balls of fire that the natives of Pochutec would talk about for generations to come.

 

The Legio themselves however, would never speak of it again.

Edited June 9, 2013 by Aquilanus

[deathspectersgt7]

WOW!!.............................

[Aqui]

This is the end!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...of part two that is! I've decided that some of what I wrote can be skipped, mainly because it beat around the bush too much. If there are details that needed to be filled in in the aftermath of recent events then they will be explained down the line (I can't see any, but one never knows )

 

Anyway, this ties up Chapter two and lays the foundation for part three. I'm quite excited about this, as I finally get to give my explanation for something that many (well, a few...well maybe) have wondered about the few concrete "facts" about the Rainbow Warriors. Hopefully, you'll understand exactly what I mean by the end of this part. If not, I'll give an explanation in the next post.

 

Enjoy!

 

Chapter 2, Epilogue:

 

"The entire Chapter reeled from the revelation that it had been tainted from within. The mere thought divided it in more ways than even the Alpha Legionnaire could have predicted. Brother became wary of Brother, each truly having no clue whether those they served the God-Emperor, the Inti were not traitors biding their time. A deep melancholy settled on the minds of everyone, but deepest on the Chapter Master, Alizarin. The worst, however, was yet to come." - Brother Captain Varagol, from his personal records.

 

 

The Citadel of Light had been locked down, by orders of the Chapter Master himself. No Marine, regardless of rank would leave until authorised to do so by him and him alone. This did not sit well with many, their duties would now have to be left unfulfilled. The Chapters' due was nearing, the settlements planet wide would not have their warriors tested for eligibility to join the Warriors of the Inti at the appointed time.

 

Every Brother knew that the command was made of practicality. Whilst it was unthinkable to consider the issue, it was nevertheless fact.

 

The Chapter was compromised. Deeply.

 

The only way to satisfy the Imperium now, was to submit to every test thrown at them. Failure was not an option to be entertained. A message was sent to Ultramar immediately, the Chapters' only hope was to seek honest and impartial investigators, to root out this cancer, this infestation before it was too late. At best, the Chapter might be forced to perform a penitant crusade. At worst, the Chapter would be struck from Imperial records and destroyed.

 

A reply was swift, which surprised Alizarin greatly. Whilst the distance between them and their Progenitors was, in the grand scheme of things, relatively short, it still should have taken over two weeks to garner a response.

 

It took four days.

 

The Chapter had been locked down by then. The original order was that no Marine should leave the Citadel. After more than a few...incidents, the order was expanded - No Marine would leave their cells until such time that they were ordered to do so. Alizarin himself taken to great periods of solitude before this sullying of their reputation was thankful for the lack of interruptions, his mind desperately seeking answers for questions he was not even sure to ask. In any case, he was able to remain composed until the day the message arrived from Ultramar. From the Ultramarines.

 

+++Investigators inbound. All Marines to follow orders from said party to the letter. ETA five days local. Courage and Honour!+++

 

The sparseness of the message did little to uplift his mood. No indication of who would investigate. It was obvious that the Inquisition would form the vast majority of this group, but he had hoped beyond hope that at least one Ultramarine would accompany them. To offer morale support and guidance if nothing else.

 

Five days. Long, arduous days full of tedium, the Chapters' usual regime in shatters, the Marines as a whole were driven to prayer, meditation, anything to be rid of the thoughts they all shared. The thoughts that could not be said aloud.

 

Have I been compromised? Am I a traitor? What dark commands lay dormant in my mind?

 

What is our future?

 

Finally, out at the edge of Pochutec's planetary system, a group of ships retranslated into real space. Four in total. One dark, brooding with a golden "I", heavily stylised upon it's prow. One with the colours of the Ultramarines, and two smaller ships. These held back, seemingly offering deference to the pair, but in reality were keeping their true natures to themselves.

 

Within the Command chamber, the Lord of Pochutec stood in front of the large holprojector wearing his ancient power armour, bedecked with honours, his head dress gleaming after hours of polishing by engendered servants. It flickered to life, spewing a sickly green light. Within the display, a face like a granite cliff stared at him, trying to take the measure of his entire life with but a casual glance.

 

"Salutations. I am Inquisitor Lapidis of the Ordos Hereticus. I offer your Chapter salvation. Stand down your defences, offer no resistance and we will carry out His judgement. If your Chapter is deserving, they will be given a chance to continue His work.

 

"Resist, and you will have never existed."

 

The Inquisitor paused as a voice called out to him. Turning his attention back to Alizarin, he continued.

 

"Our scans indicate that you have already deactivated your orbital weapons systems. Good. Our convoy consists of four ships. My own, that of your Cousins, and two others."

 

"Might I ask what those other ships carry?"

 

The Inquisitor smiled, a cruel smile, with not an ounce of humour contained within it.

 

"Of course. I am, however, not at liberty to specify at this time."

 

"You wish my Chapter to comply with your wishes, to be completely open to your kind, but you bring forth secrets of your own?!" Alizarin was furious.

 

"Had your Chapter been less...lax with your recruitment methods, this unfortunate situation would not have arrived, Lord. I am of His Holy Inquisition. I only answer to Him. Heed my words, and heed them well."

 

Another face appeared on the Holfeed. From the distortion, Alizarin supposed it was transmitted from one of the ships in question. It was female, raven haired with a pale complexion. Her bright green eyes, emanating a coldness that would have chilled a mere human to the bone. A pious rune branded to her left cheek allowed Alizarin to identify her kind before she did so formally.

 

"I am Canoness, Eliza Cho, of the Order of Valorous Heart. You have been ordered to stand down.

 

"You will not be given another warning."

 

Alizarin's eyes narrowed. The Adepta Sororitas. So, the Daughters of the Emperor are to be their executioners if found wanting in the eyes of Him on Earth. Those eyes of emerald were piercing, beautiful even. But they showed nothing but enmity, of hatred even. What would it take for his Chapter to prove to the owner of those eyes that they were still untainted?

 

He hoped fervantly that his Chapter had not strayed from the light.

Edited June 13, 2013 by Aquilanus

[deathspectersgt7]

First off don't do that I can't let my heart jump like that .Now I know why I don't like the SOB.cool read brother.

[Aqui]

First off don't do that I can't let my heart jump like that:o .Now I know why I don't like the SOB.cool read brother.

Sorry, couldn't resist!

 

Regarding the Sisters. On the one hand I like them a lot, enough to create a DIY Order. On the other, there is the matter of this picture. Back in the day (when GW considered the concept of FEMALE Marines, but chickened out and created the Sister as we now know them), that picture was one of only a few that showed the Rainbow Warriors at all.

 

Needless to say that the next Chapter will tie that picture in in some way, but not in the way you might think

[deathspectersgt7]

One of my x's played SOB she was a fanatic, would make a templar cringe .Cool onthe next chapter really starting to like the RW the more I read.

[Aqui]

One of my x's played SOB she was a fanatic, would make a templar cringe:lol: .Cool onthe next chapter really starting to like the RW the more I read.

Thanks Good to see some people are still reading, although I haven't had many comments from others who do read

 

Oh well

 

To get myself going into the next Chapter, and to keep motivation up, here's a little piece to whet the appetite!

 

 

Chapter 3, Part 1:

 

"Their presence violated the sanctity of our Citadel. Their accusations were as a thousand deep cuts to our honour. Whilst we had nothing to hide, we were instinctively distrustful of these visitors. The Inquisitor was used to lies and deceit, his way was to remain within the shadows. The Sisters were relatively unknown to us, our paths never crossing until that day. We had hoped to consider them as comrades in arms once we were vindicated.

 

Sadly, that was never to be." - Chapter Master Alizarin.

 

"I repeat. Stand down." The words were clipped, edged with ire. The woman was used to having her commands obeyed. Despite himself, Chapter Master Alizarin felt a pang of admiration towards her. She showed no fear, no hesitation. Had she been in situations like this before?

 

"We are already stood down, Canoness. There is no need to threaten us further. We have our honour to uphold, and will not allow it to be sundered."

 

The Canoness studied his features intently for a moment. Her own face softened for a beat, before speaking again.

 

"I wish circumstances were different, Lord, but I have a duty to Him on Earth. I will execute his will, whatever that duty demands."

 

"Understood." The channel went dead. Turning to his subordinate, he paused, seeing the look on the Marines' face.

 

"I know how you feel, Brother, but this must be done. If we are to return to our duty, we must purge those who would darken our honour, corrupt our purpose and impede our path. Issue the Order."

 

"Aye, Lord."

 

The Order. It was one that no one wished to carry out, but did so all the same. The entire Chapter would submit to interrogation by the Inquisition. Their minds and deeds examined and re-examined, until the Inquisitor and his compatriots were satisfied by what they saw. And made a decision. The three parties disembarked at separate landing bays, each offloading their precious cargoes. The Chapter Master himself greeted each, and formally allowed the parties full access to the Citadel. It was galling, that strangers controlled that imposing edifice now, their own codes would deny them their birthright. To resist would be true heresy, but the thought was still galling.

 

Inquisitor Lapidis was escorted by two large guards, their hoods ensured their features were kept hidden at all times. Their imposing bulk was equal to that of the average Space Marine. Both figures did not wear armour, or not Astartes armour at least. They both wore simple robes of hessian, marked with the Aquila and the stylised I of the Inquisition. They also wore other marks, which many supposed were marks of purity. Many of the Chapter felt uncomfortable around them, but could not understand why. They emanated a chilly aura, that numbed those who felt it to the bone. Following behind was an Interrogator, a woman who seemed to be in her very early twenties. Short, and thin, her body suit was utilitarian, worn for practicality. Aside from the I of her calling, she also bore a brand of an Aquila on her cheek. Judging from the scarring, it was old. Very old.

 

"Lord Alizarin." The words were spoken quietly, almost whispered. Lapidis clearly felt no joy in his current task, something that surprised the Chapter Master. Having dealt with this kind of Imperial servant before, it was unusual. Inquisitors, especially those of the Ordos Hereticus, were zealous to the point of psychosis. He was unsure if that made him feel better for it.

 

"Inquisitor. My Chapter wishes to regain its honour, to clear its name. To be given a chance to prove beyond any doubt that we have remained within the light of Him on Earth. The Citadel of Light is your to command until such time that you deem it fit to return to us."

 

"Indeed." Lapidis shot a brief glance at his body guards. Both shook their heads almost imperceptibly. "We will begin."

 

"I wish then, to offer myself as your first interrogation. As the Lord of Pochutec, it is my duty and my right."

 

Lapidis shook his head. "Nay, Lord. Your offer is honourable, but I wish to begin according to events as they unfolded. I wish to speak to the one who brought the Traitor to the door. The one who allowed the jackal into the chicken coop.

 

"I wish to speak to Initiate G'Urg."

[deathspectersgt7]

Bring the little traitor to me. Keep writng and I'll keep reading .trying to figure out the two brutes another cool read brother. 

[Dosjetka]

Apologies for not commenting earlier, I don't visit as many sub-forums as I used to these days...

 

A great read so far, and I'm looking forward to reading the rest of the story :tu: The two brutes are probably Untouchables/Pariahs, right? ;)

 

Anyway, I'll keep an eye out for the next update!

[Aqui]

Apologies for not commenting earlier, I don't visit as many sub-forums as I used to these days...

 

A great read so far, and I'm looking forward to reading the rest of the story The two brutes are probably Untouchables/Pariahs, right?

 

Anyway, I'll keep an eye out for the next update!

No need to apologise Ludo, I know you've been busy lately.

 

The "Brutes" are not Untouchables/Pariahs. I had considered that, but I've decided to go in a different direction to that

[Dosjetka]

Too late for the apology ;)

 

Oh. Well, I look forward to seeing what they actually are then ;)

[Aqui]

Now that ETL is over, I can get back to giving all of my stories a bit of love. And this is the start. As usual, it's a little short, but it's just to get me back up to speed.

 

Chapter 3, part 2:

 

The screams was unbearable to listen to, but Lord Inquisitor Lapidis did his utmost to do so. Initiate G'Urg was lying prostate on a medical bench, naked to allow his torturers to practice their art. Looking at the proto Marine closer, he could see exactly where his arm had been savagely torn away from his body. Faint scar lines also revealed where the Chapter had performed the necessary surgery to remake him.

 

G'Urg had been interrogated for over five days, his torment relentless, not given a moments respite. And still he endured.

 

Truly, Space Marines are a breed apart. Even Initiates.

 

"Enough," Lapidis waved away his subordinates. For the first time in what seemed an eternity, G'Urg stopped screaming. His hearts struggled to regain balance in his chest, their beating seemed to rattle his rib cage, his breathing desperate to suck in as much air as was possible. The Inquisitor could just hear him mumbling something to himself.

 

"What did you say?"

 

G'Urg was unaware he was being spoken to. To try to shut out the pain, his mind had retreated into itself. It would be some time more before he could answer questions. Lapidis glanced briefly to his left. In the corner of the room, stood four individuals. The two hulking giants in his retinue, Chapter Master Alizarin, and a Space Marine armoured in Black, his shoulder guard azure.

 

An Ultramarine.

 

The Ultramarine had remained silent, not uttering a word since he had been introduced. His stern face watching proceedings with a stoic face. His armour was adorned with honour markings and pointed him out as a veteran of many years of service. Alizarin had composed himself well, but the look of concern and anger warred for dominance on his gnarled features. He had taken to wearing a simple robe, his own armour removed voluntarily to show his compliance.

 

But it wasn't his loyalty that was in doubt.

 

"Brothers." Lapidis gestured to the behemoths. It was time for another tactic. Pulling the hoods from their heads, the giants stepped forward, their eyes glowed with an unnatural light. On their faces were unfamiliar runes, ones of great potency.

 

Astartes. Psychic Astartes.

 

Chapter Master Alizarin was incensed.

 

"What is the meaning of this?!" he roared. "Who are they?"

 

"They are the means to an end. Do not interfere. Otherwise, that end might be yours."

 

The Ultramarine Chaplain slowly shook his head, warning him. Whoever these Marines are, they are certainly not to be trifled with.

 

"Brother. Let our...esteemed colleague do his duty. We have much to discuss ourselves. The Initiate will prove himself worthy of the Emperor's forgiveness, I'm sure."

 

Turning to leave the room, he stared hard at G'Urg's face. G'Urg had regained enough wherewithal to understand that the pain he felt before was as nothing compared to what he was yet to face. Nodding slightly, G'Urg mouthed four words, words that made Alizarin decide without a shadow of a doubt that he was innocent of heresy.

 

I heed the light.

 

Having the room vacated, the Lord Inquisitor turned his baleful eyes upon the stricken youth upon the table.

 

"You have but one chance to tell me the truth," he told him. "Answer me truthfully, and your torment will end swiftly.

 

"Lie, and my associates will make you suffer until the moment you die.

 

The two Astartes took position on either side of the bench and nodded their readiness.

 

"Shall we begin?"

 

The screams that followed seemed to echo down every corridor of the Fortress of Light.

Edited August 17, 2013 by Aquilanus

[deathspectersgt7]

Yes make him suffer!!!. Now I sort of feel sorry for him(not).Good to see this up again.

[Aqui]

Yes make him suffer!!!.

You really don't like him, do you?

Now I sort of feel sorry for him(not).

That was my intention Whether you like it or not, G'Urg isn't a character I'll be killing off any time soon (My name isn't George R.R. Martin after all! ), although I have been sorely tempted. Despite naming a Dreadnought after him, I may still yet. I'll decide one day

Good to see this up again.

It feels good to be back in the writing seat again

[Dosjetka]

I feel sorry for the chap. I don't like him in the slightest, but I don't think he deserves such punishment. It's a good thing that this is all a story, ain't it? ;)

[deathspectersgt7]

He is getting his just deserts.

[Aqui]

I feel sorry for the chap. I don't like him in the slightest, but I don't think he deserves such punishment. It's a good thing that this is all a story, ain't it?

I'm glad that you both have such strong feelings for him. I originally planned to have him act as an annoyance for Varagol, but after the reactions I got about him, well one thing led to another.

 

 

He is getting his just deserts.

Maybe, maybe not. Remember all he has actually done, is allow his intense dislike of Varagol get the better of him that he trusts someone he shouldn't have. Ultimately, he resisted any programming he might have received (although the word is out on whether that is the case or not )

 

He will redeem himself in your eyes. In fact - Challenge accepted!

[deathspectersgt7]

We shall be watching,I came up with an idea to put on one of my Marines.

[BassWave]

So I just had a reading binge to catch up on the story so far. Haven't even been in this sub forum since last year apparently.

 

Honestly I thought Gurg was going to end his life after the alpha legionnaire tore his arm off. I was pleasantly surprised to see he is loyal after all :)

 

Btw, have you figured out how you'll incorporate the ultramarine successor retcon in chapters 1 and 2?