Night Of Blood

[ChaptermasterDemon7]

This is a short story about Second Company Captain Decarius Maxamilius during the war for Flakron.

 

 

Flakron, present day, in a military fortified city.

 

He stormed though the large adamantium doors to the central control station, hia red crested helm under his left arm. His face, tanned like others from the Shanjonus tribe from the planet Epsonri, has two scars upon it. One from a lucky slice from a Ork choppa. The other was made by his own hand for failing to kill the Chaos Sorcerer who had lead a small Iron Warriors raid group to Dejron. He then stopped before the control console, keying in a twenty-two didget number, activation the comms relay and he signaled the Blood's Vengance and said in a deep rough voice "Blood's Vengance, this is Captain Decarius Maxamilius, Captain of the Second, requesting a orbital bombardment on the city of Setro." The Captain of the Blood's Vengance repiled "Yes Captain. Keying in cordinates now."

Decarius nods and leaves the central control station, his black power armor humming softly. Not even sixty feet away from the blast doors, are large explosion throws Decarius off his feet. He counts his blessings since he had pulled his battle helm over his head before leaving the station. He then draws his blood red power sword, its blade flaring to life as he thumbbed the activation rune. He then yells "Guardians! Force them back! Do not let our Traitorous brothers drive us back!!" With that, Decarius, leading the men of the Second Company, charged into the massive tide of Iron Warriors.

 

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He roared in anger at the Iron Warrior commander in front of him, back handing the incompetent moron across his face onto the ground. "You pathetic cowson!! I told you to remove the Guardians from the Defgrad spaceport, not to be routed by the pathetic Decarius Maxamilius!!" The commander scrambled for a excuse, but came up with none. Drekan the Bloodied, Lord of the Iron Warriors 25th Grand Company, shook his head in disgust and drew his crimson bladed power axe and with a powerful strike, decapitated the commander and order his body to be dragged away. Drekan shook his head "Flakron should have been ours by now. But we werent told that the Blood Guardians would be here! It will be only a matter of time befo-." Before he finished his sentence he heard the whistling sound of a bombardment shell "Orbital Bombardment!! Take cover!" As his Chosen formed on him and they walked out, he saw that Setro was already a crumbling ruin. He cursed loudly "Retreat back to the Warp, this war is lost to us."