Eternal Punishment

[Snejk]

This is a little something I wrote as a piece of fluff for my Alpha legion army.

 

 

 

Lord Ferenzy stared at the remains of the lieutenant and saw the hate filled eyes of his foe look up at him. “Take this swine and put him in the sarcophagus. And let him be a lesson to anyone who thinks he should lead this company. Present or not onboard this ship, I’m still its captain. Remember that. And if any of you even dream you should leave orbit while I’m not onboard you better wake up and airlock yourselves.”

 

The lieutenant was bathing in his own blood, his back broken, one hand crushed, the other arm cut off by the elbow, his terminator armor broken, the joints melted and the helmet utterly destroyed. It was a miracle he was still alive. He tried to move as the servitors began stripping him from his huge armour, but all he did was ease the lobotomized work of the servitors as he twitched and spasmed.

 

Ferenzy turned to his the Techno Magos, while the armour was removed from the lieutenant. “Erase all records of the one that was once Lieutenant Yanos Volok, and make sure he stays alive.” The techno Mage ordered his servitors to lift the mutilated body and sink it into the life sustaining fluids if the sarcophagus. “Attacht the cables. Secure the body. Life signs within acceptable levels….” The Techno Magos kept going through protocol as the Terminator bodyguard observed their long lost master. The master had gone through changes while away, but he was still their one true master and lord. He had bested each and every one of them in single combat, led their strike cruiser through the warp for millennia, waged the long war against the Carrion Lord of Terra since the days of the Heresy and gone through the Eye of Terror and back with them.

 

“The subject is ready my Lord. Its life signs are well within the range of surviving the transfer into the machine, and his mind is yet not broken lord. I think this one will be better than the last. Less unpredictable. But only time can tell what it will do to his mind.” The Techno Mage looked up at the towering gigant. Clad in his Terminator armour, holding a huge glaive with a slowly pulsating white blade that oddly resembled a pain twisted face the Lord looked down. “Attach the sarcophagus. And activate it.”

The servitors obeyed. Lifted the sarcophagus into the slot and securing it on the enormous walker. Its legs were chained to the wall by thick adamantium chains, the ammo drums empty and missile slots unloaded. The Techno Magos chanted its ancient lithanies, burned insense and finally flipped the power switch.

 

Inside the sarcophagus Yanos twitched in pain. He was blind to the world and deaf. He couldn’t move and couldn’t feel anything but burning hot pain. It was as if he was floating. Perhaps he was dead. Perhaps this was what it was like to be dead. Deaf. Blind. Mute. Floating in limbo. He could remember most things. He remembered Faethor arriving in the Aquila Lander. The same one he had left to die on the icy surface of some nameless moon so many years ago. He remembered his own crew hesitating. Not obeying the order to kill him. He remembered the battle. He remembered how Faethor’s blade had shot flickering multi colored warp fueled sorcerous fire that engulfed Yanos in his terminator armor, burning his body and mind. His own blade had barely been able to deflect the furious attacks of his former commander, and whenever he had counter attacked and seemingly landed a blow, it had deflected off Ferenzys own armour. Where ever Ferenzy had been for the past decades he had gained the favour of one of the many warp entities. Something had guided him to this new weapon of his. Gone were his Lightning Claws, replaced by this horrible new glaive forged in some unknown hellfire, by some nameless horror. It was as if Ferenzy beforehand knew his next ten moves. As if he was toying with Yanos.

 

His thoughts were cut short by a horrible white light and pain that shot through his head. A distorted screaming ravaged his mind ripping every though he had from his brain cortex. If he could scream he would. Slowly the pain vanished and he could see. he looked down at Ferenzy, the bodyguards, the Techno magos and some servitors. He could barely see them, but still he could feel their very precense. Hear their heartbeats, almost smell them throught their towering terminator armour. He could see and feel everything and everyone in the cargo hold. yet he was not in his own body. He was trapped. His body attached to tubes, cables, and strapped to a steel wall. Unable to move.

 

The small group stepped back as a pain fueled scream filled the cargo hold as the Dreadnaught came to life. It spasmed and convulsed, raged and roared and trashed its chains trying to get loose. After a few minutes it calmed down. “YOU! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?” The Dreadnaught’s vox caster echoed through the cargo hold and out through the ship’s speaker system. “This, treacherous swine, is your punishment for betraying your Lord. Death is not a punishment for traitors. Death is release from responsibility. You will serve as an example to anyone dreaming of commanding this ship. You will serve the Alpha Legion. You will destroy our enemies. You will be on the front line every single time we make planetfall. You will kill, maim and destroy when I command you to, and you will suffer! You will suffer like no one has suffered before… Magos, add the final seal.“

 

The magos pulled the power cables to the Dreadnaughts power supply and it went silent. The servitors lifted the emblem and began hammering it to the top of the sarcophagus. The eye of Tzeentch stared down at Lord Ferenzy and his bodyguard.