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Post by Khornate Marksman on Aug 23, 2007 23:06:25 GMT -5
It is the 41st millennium. For more than hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousands souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die.
Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of he Emperor’s will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion; the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defense forces, the ever-vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants – and worse.
To be a man in such a time is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter and the laughter of thirsting gods. INFECTION A Warhammer 40k story by: War Hound 3.0 Prologue:6 Months ago... Jargus III, a planet in the Uronuz System. It was once an uninhabited world covered in a continous snowstorm until the servants of the Emperor colonized it 10,000 years ago during the Great Crusade. It's once barren snowfields and mountain ranges now teemed with Hive Cities built in the name of the Lord of Man. Imperial Colonizers turned the planet into a trade hub, erecting space ports all across the planet and building enormous, protective bubble like shieding over them to ward off the freezing snow. In time the economy grew and with it the cities. Hundreds of years passed and Jargus III became a very important part of the Uronuz System. Merchants of all types set up shop, hoping to get their businesses off the floor and under the eye of big spenders. But like all Hive Planets the constant flow of people caused expansion. The lower levels were left to be fought over by the gangs and poor, while the upper levels served as the place for nobles to live. Only the richest of the rich lived on the very top of the Hive where the violence and diseases of the lower levels never reached. That was until the Infection came to Jargus. It began in the lowest parts of the Hive Capital City of Sawex. From there is spread, infecting any living thing it came across and slowly spreading upwards. Victims of the Infected experienced intense pain throughout there bodies as the first signs of the disease. The second sign was when their eyes turned red as blood and their jaws distended. After that their hands were morph into pincers and their brains would completely shut down, killing all but a few simple parts. Those simple parts would reboot and turn the victim into a killing machine hungry for the flesh and blood of humans. A simple scratch or bite was all that was needed to spread the Infection. Thus without the proper medical supplies needed to ward off such a disease the lower hive descended into madness as the Infected mustered together and began a bloody rampage. The cause of all this was a single ship. A light-cruiser used to transport merchandise between planets. The Serene Fruit was a ship used by the Porandi Corporation to ship the various fruits across the Uronuz System. Weeks before the Infection had begun the trading ship had been sucked into a Warpstorm where its Geller Field had been overloaded. The Geller Field protected ships from the monstrosities that lived in the dangerous Warp. Without the field the Serene Fruit was invade by daemons. First the crew's Astropaths(navigators touched by psychic energy used to guide ships through space) were slaughtered by the daemons. As the Warp-spawned creatures traveled through the ship they killed all they saw, leaving corpses and a creeping, black taint that rusted metal and dissolved flesh. Within an hour the daemons had killed the Astropaths and engineers of the ship, leaving it floating in space with no way to escape. It wouldn't be long before they reached the deck containing the Escape Pods and destroyed the crews only chance to escape. *** Captain Euros, the owner of the Serene Fruit, sat on his command throne on the bridge with his laspistol clutched in his hands. Sweat shone on his bald head and ran down his scarred face. He had served most of his life for the Emperor with the Imperial Guardsman. After twenty years of surviving against the worst he had saved up enough of his pay to buy retirement. After wandering between planets for a few years he found a job on this ship. He started off as a basic crewman, but slowly worked his way up to the ex-captain's first mate. A few years later the captain had an "accident" and Euros was promoted. He knew one day the Emperor's judgement would find him, but he had hoped his ship would be boarded by pirates not warp-beasts. "Collins, do we have engine power?" asked Captain Euros, his voice calm and deep. "No sir, the engines appear to be offline. I tried to contact the boss down there, but there was no answer," replied Collins. "Damn, these monsters have taken our engineers as well. We're left blind and immobolised in this Emperor-forsaken storm." The captain already knew the Astropaths were dead. There psychic screams of death had echoed through every crewman's head, along with the roars of their killers. Euros ran a hankerchief over his brow and stashed it back into the breast pocket of his coat. "Sir? What are your orders?" Euros looked up at the face of Collins sitting in the first mate's station. He was young, too young to be wasting his life on a cargo ship. His blonder hair hung just above his brow and down to his shoulders. He was tall and in shape, unlike his captain who had grown old and slightly over weight after years of indulging in ale and cheap food. "Order the crew to raise arms against these bastard creatures. I won't lose my ship without a fight," answered Euros. His first mate nodded in acknowledgement and turned around to relay his orders over the vox speakers spread through the ship. The captain typed in a code on the computer pad on the arm of his chair. To his left a secret compartment opened up revealing enough lasrifles and power packs to supply everyone on the bridge. He stood up and clapped his hands three times loudly to get the attention of his men on the bridge. "Crew," he began. "It has been an honor serving with you these past few years. Now I know our situation looks grim. Ah...who am I kidding? We're screwed and we all know that. But who wants to at least die with a couple of dead warp-filth beneath their feet, eh?" His men and stood and cheered for their captain. Euros wasn't much of a motivational speaker considering he had been a simple line officer while serving in the Imperial Guard, but his words had taken hold. The bridge crew would take up arms and hold this bridge for as long as they could. They would fend off as many creatures as they could before succumbing to the grasp of death. Euros only hoped his soul and those of his men would find the Emperor's light upon death and find their way back to Holy Terra. One by one the crewman of the Serene Fruit's bridge stood and retrieved a lasrifle and power pack from the compartment. They loaded their weapons and activated the power packs stored in them. A humming of energy was heard as the weapons powered up and the men took positions around the bridge. Then they waited until the screams and shrieks of warp beasts could be heard on the other side of the blast doors. There was no telling how many creatures were outside the bridge, but that didn't matter. Even if Euros and his crew fended off this first attack more were sure to follow unless the Geller Field was recharged, but that required the engines to be activated. The creatures beat and the clawed at the adamantium doors, slowly bashing them in and trying to dig their claws inbetween to part them and get to the humans trapped inside. As more came they lent their strength and the doors cracked open a bit. The shrieks were even louder, near deafening to human ears. "Stand ready for the Emperor is with us. May we go down with honor and the blood of our foes spilt in His name. Ave Imperator," said Captain Euros. "Ave Imperator," echoed his crew.
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Post by me on Aug 24, 2007 0:23:55 GMT -5
Very interesting, just one complaint.
You stopped to explain what astropaths in the middle of the story, where the action was just beginning. You had at least one chance prior to that in which you could have explained this, but as it is, the explanation only detracts from the story.
Oh, and the Oblivion fiction section has been turned into a general Fan Fiction board. If you want I can move this thread there.
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Aug 24, 2007 0:35:36 GMT -5
Meh, I read over it and think its decent. You don't have to worry about moving this. I'm contempt with its current location.
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Post by Uesugi on Aug 24, 2007 0:36:11 GMT -5
After that their hands were form into pincers Formed... though you could probably use a better word. After twenty years of surving against Surviving unlike his captain who had grown old and slightly over weight after years of indulging in ale and cheap food. Now, it seems to me that it is strange for the captain of a military or trade vessel would be dining on cheap food and mugs of ale...
The tone shifted halfway through... It went from sounding like a history book to an actual story. What's more is you ended the prologue seemingly half-way through the action (unless you intend to continue the prologue, in which case I withdraw my complaint). Otherwise, the premise of this story is looking to be great. Can't wait for more.
And fan-fiction belongs under fan-fiction, so I'll just move this...
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Aug 24, 2007 0:45:01 GMT -5
Uh, yeah the prologue isn't done. I'll be telling how the ship falls to the warp-beast and how the Infection is brought forth. Captain Euros spent neary all of his money to buy retirement so that left only enough to find a basic job of serving on a cargo ship. In the Warhammer 40k business working on cargo ships is a basic job even if you're the captain. Unless you're transporting something more important than basic stuff like various fruits you wouldn't be making loads of money.
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Aug 25, 2007 2:09:50 GMT -5
Derek Kane sat upright at the sound of knocking on the door to his quarters. He wiped the drowsiness from his eyes and stood up. The knocking on his door turned into banging and he could hear the sounds of people shouting and illegal guns firing outside in the halls. He brushed his red hair off his face and tied it behind his head before slipping a shirt over his pale skin and pulling on his boots. The knocking became more frantic as he checked the safety on his laspistol before sliding it between his shirt and trousers.
"What in the name of the Emperor is happening out there?" he shouted as he hit the button to open his door. The steel wall rose before him and a headless corpse fell into his arms still spurting blood. He panicked and fell back onto his bed, leaving the body on the steel floor. When he looked up he nearly puked.
The creature standing before him was a tentacled monster. Its lower body resembled a massive snakes and its upper was a mix of tentacles with suckers and claws. Its head had one eye and a wide circular mouth filled with tiny feelers and rows of sharp teeth.
Kane could see the head of his dead crewmate clutched in one of the warp creatures claws. It bellowed and split the dead man's head in two with its claws. Then it lunged for its new prey.
Time seem to slow as the warp creature dived on the human. Kane drew his laspitol and pressed the barrel against the creature's head just as it landed on him. It howled and wrapped its sucker tentacles around his limbs, trying to pin him on his bed.
Kane flicked the safety off with his thumb and squeezed the trigger twice in quick succesion, sending two blasts into the creatures head and reducing it to burnt meat. The body went limp and he pushed it off of himself. More warp creatures ran down the hall, too busy trying to get to the humans in front of them to not notice him sitting there. He inhaled deeply and stood up with his gun aimed at the door in case another creature decided to enter.
Kane walked cautiously to the door and slammed his hand against the button to close it. He pulled his communicator from his belt and activated it.
"This is Derek Kane!" he said into it. "Can anyone here me?" Only static answered him. "Warpshit!" he spat as he threw the device against the wall and realized he was on his own. He ran the situation through his head. If warp beasts were on the ship that meant the Geller Field was offline and that the beasts could be anywhere and everywhere on the ship. Anyone would say that the crew of the Serene Fruit was screwed, but Kane wasn't going to let those odds stop him from trying to make his way to the escape pods.
He opened the door again and stepped out into the hallway. To his right the coast was clear even though a creeping black moss was slowly spreading his way. He glanced to his left and saw a pack of warp beasts attacking more crew members. He watched as a wolf like beast with a snake's head spat acid onto the face of a human. The man screamed in agony as the acid dissolved through his face and down into his throat where it killed him from the inside out. The snake-wolf hybrid turned around on its four scaled legs as it caught Kane's scent. It broke into a run and spread its horizontal mouth to spit more acid at him.
Kane raised his laspistol and fired five rounds into the beast's face and mouth, exploding its head in a rain of purple gore. Its headless body stumbled and slid down the bloodslick hallway to stop at his feet. He kicked it hard once and moved on. The escape deck was three below his and he wasn't about to risk stepping into an elevator to speed the trip up. He ran opposite the raging warp beasts and struggling crewman to the maintenance stairs, jumping over dead or almost dead humans as he went. The escapes could hold at least five people, but stopping to help out others or take on wounded would only slow Kane and potentially kill him. He decided to flee while his crewmates fought the beasts as his distraction.
He rounded a corner and nearly tripped over a warp beast feasting on an overweight human corpse. It looked up at him with its many eyes and he leveled the pistol at its face. It seemed to smile as it rose to its full height and spread its four arms wide, each tipped with six knife edged digits.
"You want some of me you piece of shit!" screamed Kane. He fired off his gun into the beast's upper body and head, blasting chunks of stinking flesh and bone off of it. The beast roared with anger and ran at him. He rolled past it to his feet and turned around to fire his fun again. Just as the beast turned to face him he unloaded on its thin leg joints, crippling the beast and leaving it harmless. It squealed with defeat and he left it there to bleed out.
Having escaped death for the third time Kane continued on. He ran past more dead bodies, more human than warp beast. After about ten more minutes of dodging danger and running he found the hatch to the maintenance stairs. He didn't know the code to open the door so he blasted the keypad hoping that would open it instead. Lucky for him, the door opened and he stepped through, closing it behind him.
Inside the stairway was poorly lit with only dusty glow-strips placed along the walls. Kane prayed to the Emperor that nothing else was in there with him. He walked over to the steps and broke into a run, hoping to reach the escape pods before the warp beasts could.
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Post by Uesugi on Aug 25, 2007 2:16:44 GMT -5
resembled a massive snakes and snake as a wolf like beasts with a snake's head spat acid beast He opposite the raging warp beasts and struggling crewman to the maintenance stairs, jumping over dead or almost dead humans as he went. What?
I like this update. Definitely a good amount of action. It seems like these things die to easily, but otherwise I can't really think of much to point out. Can't wait for the next update.
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Post by me on Aug 25, 2007 14:12:32 GMT -5
He rolled past it to his feet and turned around to fire his fun again.[/i[ I agree that a nice bit of blowing bad beasties to hell is fun, but methinks he fired his gun at the beast.
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Sept 27, 2007 20:40:44 GMT -5
"Steady men," ordered Captain Euros as the warp beasts outside the door continued their never-ending beating on the blast doors. The captain could hear the bloodcurdling howls of damnation as though the beasts were standing before him. Muscular limbs and razor sharp claws echoed off the adamantium doors, sending chills down every man who stood on the bridge.
The crew stood around the bridge near various stations and low walls. They crouched behind anything that could provide cover and keep the beasts at bay. Each man clutched a las-rifle in their sweaty grip. Their hearts raced as the beating and clawing increased in pitch. Then all of a sudden the noise stopped.
"Are...th-they...gone?" stammered Collins.
Heavy footfalls were heard from outside of the door. The deck reverbrated with each step as whatever monstrosity was coming edged closer. Then it to halted it's advance. The men stood up from behind their cover with their weapons raised. Suddenly the blast doors exploded open in a flash of blinding green light.
Captain Euros screamed in pain as the light temporarialy blinded him and bits of burning metal struck him. He shook his head to clear his vision and the ringing of his ears. When he could see again his mouth fell open in shock. His crew that had been standing close to the doors had been crushed by what was left. He saw gallons of blood seeping out from under the wreckage and a hand that twitch ever so slower as the life faded from it. Standing in place of the doors was the one thing that was worse than warp beasts; a Chaos Marine. But this was no ordinary rank and file Marine. No, this was a Chaplain, the pronouncer of Faith in the Warp and the many demonic gods that were said to live within the swirling seas of insanity.
The Chaos chaplain was far taller than any normal human Euros had seen. He stood ten feet tall and was decked in an armor of the deepest red. Sheets of tainted text hung from his shoulder pauldrons, clearly identifying him as a Word Bearer, one of the legions of Space Marines that turned from the Emperor's light over ten thousand years ago. Polished, white human skulls and helmets belonging to loyal marine legions hung from his belt. Instead of a standard issue helmet, the chaplain wore a customary death mask styled helm painted with the face of a leering demon and topped with yellow, glowing horns. In his left hand he carried a crozious, the sign of his rank. And in his right he carried a light-flamer.
"Filth of the Emperor," said the Chaos Chaplain, his death mask making his voice grainy and all the more terrifying. "Who is the captain of this vessel?"
"The Captain answers to no one. Especially Chaos spawned bastards!" shouted Collins.
The Chaplain looked down at him for a second. Then he raised his crozious and pointed the gore-stained tip at the human. Coils of lightning ran up the grip and collected at the double-bladed tip. A spear of lightning shot forth and pierced Collins' chest and burrowed down into him where it wrapped itself around his spinal cord.
Collins fell to his knees, gasping for air as his lungs died and his heart began to beat erractically. Pain surged through his body and seemed to expand within him until...
Captain Euros watched with disgust as Collins' upper body swelled and then burst apart, spraying everyone on the deck with his blood and innards. All that remained was his lower body. The smell of spoiled meat wafted up into the air, making everyone gag. Some of the crew even vomited.
The bridge filled with the sick laughter of the Chaos Chaplain.
"I shall ask once more," he said after having his fill of twisted pleasure from Collins' death. "Who here captains this vessel?"
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Post by me on Oct 3, 2007 20:46:00 GMT -5
Now, that is one seriously gorey update man... Nice job
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Oct 15, 2007 19:21:33 GMT -5
Kane's heart beat frantically as he ran down the stairs. He turned corners swiftly, almost falling the first time on some oil that had been spilt days ago. He descended the stairs as fast and careful as he could. Falling and injuring himself would only condemn him to a fate of mutilation by warp beasts.
He could still hear the roars of beasts and bark of gun fire from above. The deck between the he had left and the escape pods seemed too quiet. The warp beasts had either killed everyone there or missed it. Derek Kane hoped it was the latter.
When Kane rounded the last corner to the last flight of stairs the door to the escaped pod deck greeted him, but it was not on its hinges and closed. It lay at the base of the tears with claw marks scratched into the metal and many dents. Clearly a warp beast or beasts had been in here.
Kane instinctively drew his pistol and checked the dark corners as he slowly moved towards the door from the steps. When his foot left the final step and touched down on the floor his boot landed on something that snapped like a twig. He looked down and lifted his boot up to see a dismembered, bloodied hand. A trail of blood led from the hand towards a dark corner where he could see the tip of a boot shining in the light.
It was then that he heard the sounds of wet meat tearing and bones being broken. A sick stench of rotten flesh assaulted his nostrils and he covered his mouth with his free hand. Kane aimed his laspistol at the corner and fired three shots. The red bolts of energy filled the darkened room with glowing light for a split second. What Kane saw horrfied him even more than the warp beasts.
A corpse sat upright in the corner split open from neck to groin. Its intestines were strung out over its legs like bloody ribbons and his ribcage had been ripped apart so whatever had killed the man could get to his heart and lungs. Both lungs had been torn out and half the heart was missing. His legs were broken and gleeming white shards of bone poked through the flesh of his left thigh.
One of Kane's shots had blown off the top of the dead man's head and left a steeming mess of brains and blood on the wall. However, his mouth was locked in a painful scream of what must have been pure fear. Kane examined the man's clothes and identified him as an engineer.
"Poor son of a bitch must've been hiding in here until some beasts found him," said Kane without emotion. He turned to the door to leave, but stopped when he heard something fall to the ground behind him with a wet thump. He looked down behind himself and saw the other half of the corpse's heart. It was half-chewed and bloodsoaked.
He heard a low moan and looked up with his gun raised to see the man's killer cling to the wall below the old glow strips with two wickedly sharp claws. The creature seemed to smile at this new chance for food, spreading its thin lips and showing extremely sharp and yellow teeth. It lept off the wall and landed in front of the door crouched just as Kane spun around to escape.
Kane watched as the creature stood to its full height and brandished its claws before itself. Its red bestial eyes stared at him carefully, trying to figure out what he would do next before striking. He answered the question for it by raising his gun and squeezing off a few rounds.
The shots all missed though as the creature sprung like an ape from wall to wall hissing with anxiety to kill him as it did so. That was exactly what Kane wanted for the door to the escapes was now wide open. He dashed through it to the nearest pod and punched in a code on the terminal to start the launching process.
The creature roared with hunger when it realized the human had tricked it. It jumped to the door and rolled through it to land right beside him. Kane aimed his laspistol at it, but the creature was too fast. It knocked his gun aside and dug the tip of its claw into his stomach, sending needles of pain through his body.
Kane screamed with agony and pressed the barrel of his gun into the creature's wrist. He fired his weapon until the bolts burned through the creature's wrist and sent it reeling back. He withdrew the disembodied limb from his stomach in a spray of blood and ran into the pod as the door opened.
The creature jumped to the door just as it closed completely. It howled with anger and beat its bloodied arms against the glass uselessly. The pod was pushed forward into the airlock and the holding catches were released. Kane watched the creature howl with anger and defeat while pressing his hand to the hole in his stomach. Hot blood flowed from the wound and made him short of breath.
As the countdown sequence began Kane strapped himself in and prepared for launch. The seconds seemed to take forever. He stared at the blue screen of the computer before him, watching as the white numbers slowly ticked downwards. The pain in his stomach increased. He looked down and that the edges of the wound were turning black and seemed to be infected. He tucked his head down and clenched his jaw as the clock reaced zero and engines shot him out the side of the ship on a course to the planet below.
Derek Kane wrenched a medkit off the wall and cracked it open. Inside of it was standard issue medical equipment. He took a needle of morphine out and injected it into the vein on his left arm. It took a minute for the pain numbing effects to work. Then he picked up a can of bio-foam and placed the spraytube over his wound. He pressed the button and the healing foam sprayed out and filled the hole in his stomach to stop the bleeding and begin healing.
Kane set the medkit down and looked over at the computer panel. He plotted a course to the planet below. Once that was down he laid his head back and stared through the port holes running along the top of the pod into the darkness of space.
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Post by me on Oct 15, 2007 21:47:38 GMT -5
Ah, nice and gory once again, and I was worried about good entries for the halloween contest.
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Nov 5, 2007 20:39:53 GMT -5
"Who captains this damned ship!" bellowed the Chaos Chaplain with increasing fury. The humans had not said a word since he killed the one who had spoken against him. He was not pleased at all. He pointed his light flamer at the nearest group of humans, pulling the trigger instantly.
The humans screamed in pain as the flaming promethium fuel covered them and burned their bodies. They fell to the deck twitching as the flames burned through their light deck uniforms and into the flesh beneath. Finally, the screams ended as the last of the humans succumbed to the flames.
The Chaplain looked at the survivors. He scanned the room, looking at how each of the men were dressed. They wore identical blue deck uniforms with name tags stapled to the fabric above their left breasts. He looked at the captain's chair and noticed that the human that had been standing near it was now gone.
A howl escaped his lips as he closed in on the chair with two large steps and then smashed his crozius against it, disconnecting it from the hardwired base and sending it flying across the bridge to shatter against the wall. Lying behind the chair was the captain of the ship. The Chaplain put away his flamer and picked the man up by his collar. Even though he was overweight compared to other humans, the Chaplain had no problem picking him up.
Looking into the man's eyes he asked, "What is your name Captain?"
"Eu...ros...Euros," said the man.
"Captain Euros, eh?"
He nodded. The chaplain set him on the ground and held out his hand.
"My name is Chaplain Yrgon of the Word Bearers Legion. I'll have your weapon now."
Euros stared down at the massive palm held in front of him. It was larger than his head and fully capable of crushing him like a melon. He did as he had been told and placed his laspistol in the hand. Yrgon suddenly clenched his fist tight, destroying the weapon. He reoppened his hand and let the fragments drop to the floor.
"Now Captain Euros. I want you to do something for me. You are on heading for the planet Jargus III are you not?"
Captain Euros nodded.
"Good, I want you to continue on that heading, but instead of landing whereever you were supposed to I want you to send this Imperial hunk of shit hurtling down into the Underhives."
"I shall do no such thing! You bastard! I'll never defile the God-Emperor by purposely killing His people!"
Just as Yrgon was about to respond he was interrupted by a vox transmission from Segeant Mixoa. "Chaplin Yrgon, the engines are disabled and the astropaths lay dead. Apothecary Vendrias has unleashed his Infection and it is now spreading through the ship. Sergeant Pikex also informs me that an escape pod has launched on a course for Jargus III. Captain Tamias had the servitors do a scan on the pod and it shows positive signs of the virus on board. The Infection is spreading. Tamias has ordered us to return to Khorne's Spear and await the next phase."
"Aye, Brother. It is time I return. I shall be there soon after finishing some business," replied Yrgon.
"Just make it quick. Captain Tamias is not someone to keep waiting for to long," returned the Sergeant.
Chaplain Yrgon looked at the humans around the room once more. He drew his light flamer again and began to laugh maniacally. The humans recoiled, some tried to run past the marine to the doors, but they were set aflame by his weapon. As they fell to the ground, rolling around uselessly, Yrgon brought his crozius down onto Captain Euros's head and cut vertically all the way down until the blades struck the steel floor.
The two halfs of the dead captain fell to either side, spilling his organs across the floor. The Chaplain cackled with glee as he hacked apart humans with his blade, caving skulls in and slicing them in half in explosions of gore. Blood sprayed all over the room, coating walls, consoles, and the figure of death standing above it all.
The dying screams of the humans echoed through the bridge and out the door until the final one was ripped in half and thrown to the ground by Yrgon. He stomped his foot down upon the man's head, popping it like a melon and spraying his brains across the bottom of the marine's armored boot.
Satisfied with the butchery he had commited, Chaplain Yrgon left the bridge. Warp beasts came surging in, hungry to reap the benefits of his killings. They tore through the dead meat, fighting amonst themselves for the choicier pieces. He traveled down the bloodied halls at a fast pace, not bothering to step over the dead bodies or warp beasts littering the halls. An unlucky beast too busy feasting on a sliced open human head looked up to see its multi-colored vision filled with the bottom of his boot. It had no time to move as Chaplain Yrgon walked on and crushed its head against the floor, sending purple and red blood flying out from underneath along with shattered bone.
He continued on until he reached the Chaos Space Marine's point of entry into the Serene Fruit. Sergeant Basnio stood at the base of the second Thunderhawk's loading ramp with his helmet tucked in the crook of his arm. He saluted crisply as Chaplain Yrgon neared him.
"Ready to launch at your comman, Brother Chaplain," he said.
"Aye, let us get onboard so we may return to our blessed ship. This Imperial wreck holds nothing else of interest," said CHaplain Yrgon.
The Thunderhawk powered up and lifted, blasting the sealed hangar doors open instead of unlocking them remotely. The pressure inside the hangar was released and the dropship flew out with equipment and crates of fruit trailing out behind it.
As the Thunderhawk returned to Khorne's Spear the mighty strike cruiser revealed its massive array of broadside weaponry. Rows of strike missile launchers and lascannon turrets protruded from their slots aimed for the Imperial Merchant ship. As one, the weapons opened fire annihilating the smaller ship and sending the remains soaring into Jargus III's atmosphere where they would catch fire and descend to the surface as a sign of what was too come.
Captain Tamias sat in his throne on the bridge of Khorne's Spear. He dipped his jeweled, brass goblet into the steaming cauldron filled with human blood next to him. The bone covered metal went all the way under and came back up fill to the brim with blood. Tamias raised the goblet to his lips and drank deep. When he was done he set the goblet down and licked the blood that had dripped down his chin with his long, forked tongue.
"Soon," he said. "Soon my brother. We shall meet once again. This time the odds will be against you more than they were against me all those centuries ago."
He tilted his head back and laughed histerically as his mighty ship returned to the Warp to await the next phase of his grand scheme.
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Post by me on Nov 5, 2007 20:55:21 GMT -5
Hmm, I had thought that the warp beasts were just a random unfortunate occurrence, but now...
Oh, and you left out the D in command.
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Nov 6, 2007 17:47:41 GMT -5
First Blood the prequel to Infection pretty much explains how the Warp Beasts got aboard the Imperial Ship. It also adds some backstory to this one.
Me, I know you read it, but anyone who hasn't should if they're interested in Infection.
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