|
Post by me on Nov 6, 2007 20:03:17 GMT -5
Actually I haven't finished it yet... YEah, I got interrupted by the call of food.
|
|
|
Post by Khornate Marksman on Nov 13, 2007 18:07:12 GMT -5
Actually I haven't finished it yet... YEah, I got interrupted by the call of food. You must finish it to understand the story!!!!!! j/k, Read the rest if you please. I'll be continuing the updates on Infection.
|
|
|
Post by me on Nov 13, 2007 21:39:28 GMT -5
And I finished it, It ish pretty good, though it ends with a massive cliff hanger that I hope will be answered in this story
|
|
|
Post by Khornate Marksman on Nov 14, 2007 8:35:27 GMT -5
And I finished it, It ish pretty good, though it ends with a massive cliff hanger that I hope will be answered in this story It will be, but probably not for a while. ;D
|
|
|
Post by me on Nov 15, 2007 2:35:16 GMT -5
Darnit!
|
|
|
Post by Khornate Marksman on Dec 24, 2007 20:37:19 GMT -5
Derek Kane woke once more, only this time he was no longer Derek Kane. He was something else entirely. Something born from the mind of one who would be called a genius or equally a mad man. He was something new. A new animal on the food chain, but one that could only reach the top and never fall from it.
Derek Kane was infected and was no longer a simple human being. He was something more and something less. More in the way that he was stronger, faster, and deadlier. Less in the way that he could no longer think rationally. His mind only knew one decision; Kill. That was his purpose in life now; Kill, infect, and repeat.
That was what the infection had made him into. A primal monster that would spread the virus across Jargus III and bring chaos to the fore. The world would fall, death would be everywhere, and billions will perish. All that remained was for the escape pod containing what was once Derek to crashland on the planet.
Minutes passed and the new creature that used to be Derek spent them gnawing at his seatbelt and clawing the leather off of the bench he was sitting on. He shook his head like a wet dog and beat his enlarged feet against the steel flooring until his torn boots came off. His new claws tore chunks out of the bench, throwing strips of leather and upholstery into the enclosed space.
"Destination Reached," said the computer console on the wall. Derek turned to look at the blue screen and howled with pleasure for deep down in subconscious he knew what those two words meant. His new consciousness learned what they meant from that and made him anxoius to kill. His heart beat frantically as the altimeter dropped.
The escape pod crashed into the underhive of the city like an armored meteor. It slammed through the sides of two buildings and severed a tram bridge in half before finally hitting the dirty and mangled ground of the planet. The pod was a contrast to its surroundings. A shiny object of technology against a backdrop of old and obsolete living conditions. Only the poor and unfortunate lived down here, but that mattered not to the mutant Derek had become. These people could be killed and eaten just like anyother person and that was what he would do.
The back of the pod burst open, hydraulic doors unfolding to allow Derek to exit. He cut his safety straps away and rose from the ragged bench. Stepping out into the cold and snowy air Derek looked around him. His vision picked up several warm blobs shaped like people huddling around what appeared to be a fire.
He howled and crouched down, bunching up his muscles. He unleashed the power of his new body and jumped more than ten meters to land against the side of a broken down building where he dug his claws in to grip it. Below him he could see three humans standing around burning garbage with their bare hands facing outwards to absorb the resulting heat. His golden tongue licked his thin lips and then he leapt off the building.
Derek laned on the nearest human, a man of about fifty who was supported by a cane made from an old pipe. The man's old and worn legs snapped apart as the weight of the infected mutant hit him. He screamed in agony, but only for a second before his throat was impaled by the sharp point of Derek's claw.
The other two, both men of about the same age as the now dead one, looked at the mutant and then screamed as they turned tail to run. Derek barked, the equivalent of a laugh, and gave chase. He jumped from point to point gaining on the two a few feet every leap. The two men suddenly split away from eachother. One ran into an alley while the other kicked the door of a closed down shop open and entered.
The mutant opted for the easier kill and smashed through the boarded window of the old shop to seek the man inside. He rolled to his feet and shook quickly and forcefully to remove any glass that may have been embedded into his flesh. He then crept across the room to the counter where he could see and hear the whimpering old man hiding behind it.
The man screamed, Derek howled as the mutant hopped over the counter and onto the man. He rolled the human onto his back and dug his claws into the flesh and muscle of the man's shoulders, opening and then closing them quickly to sever the limbs from the body. The man screamed ever louder. Derek barked again and dug his fanged mouth into the man's stomach, ripping it open and ripping out a good amount of intestines.
The man's heart fell still as his body succumbed to shock and bloodloss. Derek didn't care for he had caught his pray and was now indulging in what it contained. He split the man's ribcage open, cracking it like an egg, and tore his old, weathered heart free. The predator placed the muscle on his tongue and brought it into his mouth where his fangs made quick and tasty work of it.
The luckier man, as Welz considered himself now, was rid of the mutant that had been chasing him. But he still ran on, his diseased heart and lungs burning and his legs aching with sharp pain. He rounded another corner and ran into something others would consider far worse than a mutant.
Standing no more than four feet away was a squad of hivegangers. They were armored and carried stolen weaponry. One of them turned around and pointed his assault rifle at Welz's face one-handed.
"Wrong time, wrong place," said the ganger his voice raspy and threatening. "Hand over your credits or I'll blow your brains out."
Welz was about to reach into his pocket to retrieve what little money he had when he heard the howling of the mutant above him. He looked up too see it standing on the sill of a shattered window with his friend's disembodied head clutched in one bloodied claw.
"What in the Emperor's name is that thing?" he heard one of the hivegangers say.
|
|
|
Post by Khornate Marksman on Feb 2, 2008 18:29:14 GMT -5
1 Month later...
Sawex City, Lower Central Underhive
Lieutenant Ulysid stood on the balcony of an abandoned store front observing the charging mass of Infected through his magnoculars. The Planetary Defense Force soldiers under his command were spread out in the buildings lining the main street along with several Chimera troop carriers waiting in the alleyways with their heavy bolters ready to unleash ballistic fury when the time came.
And that time was soon to come for the writhing mass of the mutated populace was rushing the defensive positions of Ulysid and his soldiers. Twenty minutes earlier he had sent a scout chimera(the lighter, faster variant of the vehicle) into one of the many transport tunnels the Infected had been found hiding in upon furhter inspection by PDF scouts. The officer using the voxcaster in the chimera had reported there were indeed Infected in the tunnel they had been sent to investigate. Like many times before Ulysid had ordered the chimera to engage and then disengage quickly to lead the Infected back to the PDF's barricade to be dealt with.
The plan had worked everytime without any casalties so far. Only the bodies of the infected remained on the streets. Any non-infected body had to be burned to prevent the potential risk of them coming back to life. The scout chimera had arrived a few minutes ago and was now waiting in a side alley for the order to engage the mutants.
"Sorlz, how till those bloody freaks are in range?" voxed Sergeant Ulysid to one of his snipers on the roof of the building.
"Hard to tell sir," he replied. "The snow out there is starting a blizzard. I can only just see the edges of the street."
The small Underhive city the PDF were currently stationed in was buried deep under the planet's surface. Like all Hive cities it had been built up from the deepest chasms up, crawling up the walls of natural caves and walls like giant, metal spiderwebs. The whole planet was pockmarked with these chasms and the continous blizzard always found its way down through the network of travel caves.
Lucky for Ulysid the city was covered by a dome that covered the city entirely from top to bottom. Sections in the walls of the dome were opened to allow traffic in and out and had heaters to melt away any snow that ended up blocking the exits/entrances.
Ulyside didn't know the name of the city for everyone that had lived there was dead, infected, or had gone crazy from the overwhelming site of mutants tearing through everything and everyone they knew. The only reason he and his men were down here was because a small scout force of Infected had found its way to an elevator and figured out how to reach the next city above this one on the chasm's wall. The minor force was quickly and efficiently dealth with and Ulysid and his men were ordered to find out where they came from.
What they found were some gangers trying to protect their precious territory from the bloodthirsty, raving mutants. The PDF had helped the gangers dispatch the mutants with superior firepower only to be turned on by those they tried to help after the last Infected was silenced. The gangers had tried to flee past the officers, but the officers refused to let them pass, stating that it was their duty to the Emperor to prevent the Infection from spreading and citing they needed to examine every ganger from head to toe. The Hive gangers had been clearly agitated by the fact that their quick escape was slipping away and had resorted to opeing firing on the officers.
Ulysid's men reciprocated in kind with their superior numbers and armour support, slaughtering the gangers like cows cornered in a cave by wolves. Each body was stripped of what little valuables they carried and piled into the street where one of the Hellhound armoured carriers reduced them to ash with its turret mounted flamer.
Only hours after that more mutants came rushing through the snow and into what Ulyside now referred to as Lower Sawex, named after the city at thhe very top of the chasm. They broke against the PDF defenses like water against the rocks of a cliff wall. However, mutants always came in greater numbers and the PDF officers were pushed back gradually before killing off the last screaming infected.
Ulysid didn't know how many off-hive cities there existed farther into the caves, but he was sure that all the citizens living down there had been Infected or eaten alive. For all he knew there could be millions hidden in the snow flooded caves only sending out small expeditionary forces to gauge the PDF defenses while inflicting minor casualties each time.
***
"Lieutenant," voxed Sorlz. "I see movement. The mutants are now entering the city."
"Roger that Sorlz," replied Ulysid. "Keep me posted." He switch frequencies to the all squads channel. "Listen up men, the mutants have arrived. Hold fire until they reach the engagement zones."
The squad commanders all voxed their acknowledgements and prepared, checking the power cells of their lasrifles and making last checks on the barricades blocking the entrances to the buildings the hid in. The PDF had made sure that no surviving Infected had escaped to tell others about the PDF defenses, so Ulysid was almost one-hundred percent sure the enemy had no idea what was about to happened until too late.
Ulysid watched the mutants from his balcony through his magnoculars, waiting for them to reach the engagement zone. The mutants ran, jumped, or crawled down the main street towards his building at the end that contained the elevator to the upper hive cities. The Infected passed the first two buildings to both sides of the street that PDF officers hid in.
"Targets have entered engagement zone," he voxed. "Commence the slaughter." He said it without remorse. He knew the deformed and shambling freaks rampaging through the street were once the faithful servants of the Emperor, but that was it. They "once" were. Now they were mutants, hellbent on devouring the faithful to increase their numbers and satisfy their hunger for flesh.
Snipers camping the roofs of every building lining the street opened fired with their longlas rifles, the sniper variant of standard lasrifles. The high powered, energised laser shots exploded heads and burned through chest cavities in fountains of gore. Within minutes the stench of burned meat and rotten organs filled the air.
At the end of the street to Chimera's sped out from the alleys they had been waiting in to block the mutants only way of escape. The PDF officers manning the bolter turrets opened fire and sprayed the mutants with explosive shells of fury. Since the mutants were clustered so close together each explosive shell that hit would take at at least two mutants while injuring others. It was essentially what Imperial Guardsmen called a "Clusterfrak."
The infected, knowing the way they had entered Lower Sawex was now blocked, pushed forward to the end of the street. They ran faster than any man, howling and screeching like the damned. Some with the ability to jump great heights tried to scale the buildings, but they were either killed by the attentive sniper squads or the regular troops shooting from the floors above the streets through the windows.
|
|
|
Post by me on Feb 4, 2008 3:34:21 GMT -5
Oh my, it seems that we are nearing a nice large enagagement. I really hope that the action stay consistent
|
|
|
Post by Khornate Marksman on Mar 10, 2008 16:24:55 GMT -5
Sorlz stood atop an apartment building two blocks from the store Lieutenant Ulysid was commanding the PDF from. He sighted down his rifle, a custom built high propulsion stinger rifle or HPSR for short, and took aim again. He squeezed the trigger twice in quick succession, blowing off the heads of two mutants that had jumped onto the roof of a chimera.
He scanned left and saw one with saw-like hands trying to break through the reinforced metal of the side armor. He shot its elbow and laughed to himself as the mutants limb pinned its own foot to the street. It howled with fury before he put a round through its head, the explosive bullet spattering the vehicle with cranial fluids.
He took a deep breath and looked at the enemies before him, amazed at how many citizens of the Imperium had been turned in just a month's time. Already the PDF officers were wreaking havoc, piles of dead mutants laid in the streets. But there hundreds more all baying for their flesh.
The rest of his squad were on the floors below him manning heavy stubber turrets and pouring an almost endless barrage of fire into the crowd. He could here the clattering of thousands of casings as they bounced around on the tile and steel floors and the cheers coming from his squadmates as they slaughtered the mutants. Though the mutants were suffering plenty more losses than the officers they were learning. Sorlz had taken out more than twenty mutants that tried to brake into the chimeras to get to the humans inside.
He glanced at the digital readout on his gun's stock, six rounds left in the clip. Smiling behind his the black visor of his helmet, Sorlz sighted again. A flash of blue and black followed by splinters of wood caught the vision of his left side and he adjusted to see better. A small band of mutants with shovel claws and pincers had broken through a side door of a three story cafe and were now entering it. He heard the echo of the claymore explosions as the first of the mutants set off the traps, but more ran in.
"Second Squad, come in!" he yelled into the vox. "You have mutants inside, I repeat. There is a breach!"
"Acknowledged, Private throw some grenades down the stairs. Situation undercontrol," replied the squad's sergeant.
Sorlz breathed a sigh of relief, but was startled seconds later when the vox burst into static followed by gunshots and the screams of men and mutants.
"Second squad...need...bac-...up...I rep-...eat...backup," said the sergeant.
Sorlz looked down his scope and aimed for the second story where the squad was. The windows were mostly boarded up from the inside to prevent leaping mutants from crashing through, so he turned a small knob on his scope to change to thermal vision. He could just barely make out the shapes of the mutants pressed together trying to force their way through a double doorway while the last surviving members of second squad fought back. One of them had turned a heavy stubber around and was now firing a hailstorm of rounds into the mutants, killing them in explosions of blood and viscera, but they kept coming.
Sorlz knew that when the stubber ran out of ammo the mutants would rush forward and butcher the officers. There was only one thing to do. He aimed for one of the bombs attached to the base of the building to shoot. Each building's supports had been outfitted with melta bombs and det-packs to detonate in case of a plight like Second Squad's.
He spotted one just as a mutant stepped in front of it to spit acid at the boared windows in an attempt to break in to the building and join the eventual slaughter. Sorlz cursed under his breath as he aimed at the exact spot where the bombs would be. He fired three rounds, a space of three seconds inbetween each. One to blow a hole through the mutant to make room for the next two, a second to break through the armored shield protectiong the bombs from accidental detonation, and a third to set off the chain of explosives on the cafe.
All three rounds found their marks and Sorlz spent the last round of his clip on the spitting mutant, removing everything above its deformed jaw.
The bombs went off one by one, incinerating the first floor and everything within a ten foot radius in a giant fireball. The immense heat set off secondary explosions within the building, adding more fuel to the fire. With the supports of the cafe gone its upper two floors collapsed, burying all inside under tonnes of rubble and metal. The nearest surviving mutants were ablaze, screaming in pain as they turned to ash. They ran for the others and set some on fire as well.
Sorlz ejected his spent clip and through it into the crowd. Its sharpened end embedded itself into the skull of a mutant, killing it instantly. He said a prayer to the men and women of Second Squad, hoping they would find their way to the Emperor's Light, and reloaded.
He reloaded and looked down his scope when Captain Ulysid's voice came over the vox, "Sorlz, what the hell was that explosion?"
"Sir, it was the death of Second Squad. The mutants breached the door and were on the second floor. I shot one of the bombs to destroy the cafe-" replied Sorlz before he was interrupted.
"Enough! You did what you had to do and that's all that matters. Ulysid out."
Sorlz muttered a curse and aimed down his scope in time to see a group of spitter and saw mutants rip open one of the chimeras blocking their exit. The spitters belched acid into the crew compartment, the acid dissolving the flesh and muscle from the officers. Then the saw-handed mutants, somehow immune from the acid's touch, climbed in and began to rip into the engines beneath the floor until they hit the fuel line.
Sorlz watched in horror as the chimera exploded in a brilliant ball of fire and sent the one next to it spinning into the air and crashing down like a meteor. The second chimera then exploded, instantly killing any who might've survived its acrobatic spin of death.
With the exit open, the mutants ran for the sanctuary of the cold darkness of the caves outside Lower Sawex, screeching with delight.
"No," breathed Sorlz as he realized what would happen. The escaped mutants would rendezvous with the others and return with all their might to overwhelm the PDF defenders and ultimately reach the upper levels.
|
|
|
Post by me on Mar 10, 2008 23:52:12 GMT -5
Ah yes, the POV of the sniper, always my favorite even if it is less action filled then a grunts. Then again, in a battle like this everyone becomes a sniper in a sense. They all get high ground and start pouring as much fire as possible straight down >.>
|
|
|
Post by Khornate Marksman on Mar 11, 2008 15:56:41 GMT -5
"Emperor's bowels!" cursed Ulysid. "The mutants have broken the barricade! All squads open fire on the exit, kill 'em all. Chimera and Hellhound units 2 and 3 move in and reclaim the barricade."
Even as he said the orders Ulysid knew that too many mutants would escape. They would surely find the others and tell them about the PDF defenders guarding Lower Sawex.
He watched as every single turret gun nest swung their barrels towards the exit to unleash brutal volleys of gunfire. The mutants died in droves, succumbing to the thousands of shells tearing through their defored flesh and bones. Smarter ones picked up the bodies of their fallen comrades and tried to shield themselves. The lucky ones managed to escape through the exit unscathed, but those that weren't fell to the ground, their infected blood staining the snow a sick red and black.
Chimeras and Hellhounds sped from their hiding places in the alleys, using their heavy plows to push through the mutants as easily as snow mounds. They opened fire with their weapons, bolter shells blasting mutants apart in explosions of gore and flamers turning them into ashen husks that crumbled under the tread of survivors. They tried to regain the speed they had used to drive themselves into the middle of the crowd to push towards the exit and block it off again, but the press of bodies was too thick and they could only manage to slowly crawl forward.
The mutants soon retaliated, spitting acid and trying to tear the heavy metal apart. One unlucky chimera had its loading ramp torn down in a tortured screech of metal. The mutants marched up it in a twisted mockery of the human soldiers to get to the officers inside. Unlucky for them the drivera and gunner had made peace with the Emperor via suicide, but had also left the Mutants with a present.
They stared in wonder at the melta bomb attached to the loading magazine for the bolter turret as it slowly ticked down to detonation. A mutant stepped forward to poke the bomb with its pointed claw before it exploded, immolating all the mutants in the vehicle and setting off the remaining bolter ammunition. The resulting explosion was as amazing as it was horrendous. The chimera burst apart into millions of tiny fragments that shredded the nearest mutants to slivers of rotten meat and embedded themselves in the bodies of those behind them.
"Vehicles fall back to the alleys and reposition the fences. Now!" ordered Ulysid as he watched the remains of the chimera burn in the street.
He looked up to see around forty mutants escape through the arched exit into the harsh, wintery tunnels outside.
***
The first waves of mutants had only been scouting parties, easily crushed by the officers. But now that mutants had escaped their trap they were doomed to face the full force of the mutants hiding in the caves and tunnels. Unless...
"Men, listen up. I need at least four squads to mount up and track down the fleeing mutants and kill them before they reach others. Who's willing to volunteer?"
"Sir, I will. These mutant scum need to be dealt with if we even hope to survive," voxed Veteran Sergeant Huldron.
"Aye, me too. A round of drinks for everyone when my lads and I returned," voxed Sergeant Gonros as well.
Two more sergeants volunteered their squads before Ulysi ordered two fully loaded chimeras to drive to each building and pick the officers up.
Escape ladders were lowered from the windows and balconies of four buildings. The four squads marched towards the idling chimeras and waited for their ramps to descend. Once they had the squads split up, two in each transport, and boarded. The drivers gunned the engines and sped through the exit at nearly full speed knowing they needed to catch mutants before they found reinforcements.
***
Sorlz watched them go. He stood up to his full height with his rifle braced against his shoulder and saluted those who had left while whispering a prayer. He knew most of them would not return.
|
|
|
Post by Khornate Marksman on Mar 14, 2008 15:51:00 GMT -5
Veteran Sergeant huldron exhaled slowly, his breath turning to snow instantly in the cold weather of the tunnels. He stood behind the bolter turret of the lead chimera, open to the elements. He wore a thick fur coat and hat with his night vision goggles over his eyes.
The darkness of the ice tunnels was impenetrable, save for the spots the chimeras' spotlights shone on. The old roads were slick with ice from disuse because of the mutant rampage. The vehicles' spiked treads found purchase though and had no trouble navigating.
"Huldron!" called Uuri, the sergeant of one of the other squads that accompanied him and Gonros. The other two sergeants were in the back chimera. Huldron thought of Gonros yelling at Renuz to quiet his squad's obnoxious singing.
"Yes, Uuri?" said Huldron.
"Sir, the tunnel maps indicate a fork in the tunnels half a klick away. The driver wants to know which way to go."
"Tell him to hold on a sec. I'll need to vox Gonros and Renuz."
*** Only twenty feet above the Imperial vehicles, on the ceiling of the tunnel, was a small pack of mutants. They crawled like four-legged spiders along the stone, their sharp claws finding easy purchase.
The lead mutant, a bulky mass of purple flesh with split jaws and spine covered arms, let out a low growl. The command to attack had been given. The other mutants, a total of four with varying colors and mutations save for their clawed hands, acknowledged with growls of their own.
As one, they leapt down from above to land on the chimera.
*** Veteran Sergeant Huldron was about to climb down the small ladder to the warm belly of the chimera's crew compartment when when he heard a chorus of loud thumps around him. He only had a second to glimpse the leering face of a three-eyed mutant before its claw closed around his head and pinched it like a grape.
The sergeant's head exploded a split second later and tumbled downwards into the vehicle, spraying every officer near the ladder with a fountain of arterial blood from his ruptured neck.
"Mutants!" screamed Uuri before a gout of acid washed down through the top hatch and melted his upper body down to the bone. He screamed in agony as his flesh desolved off of him before finally succumbing to the terrible pain of his demise.
The officers tried to raise their weapons to retaliate, but the mutants came too fast. They dropped down through the hatch quick as lightning and were upon the two squads of PDF even quicker.
The humans nearest the hatch were ripped apart by the claws of the mutants in explosions of gore that coated the steel interior of the chimera.
An officer with his bayonet fixed to the end of his lasrifle's barrel sprang from hiding and rammed his blade through the rotten skull of the mutant closest to him. It died without a sound while spraying rotten blood at him. His victory was short lived ,however, as the mutant behind the dead one noticed him and disembowelled him with one stroke of its claw. The officer fell to the ground trying to keep his organs from spilling out onto the floor. It was no good though and he died only seconds later when his attacked decided to impale his face with its claw.
The surviving officers had tried to run to the back of the chimera. Three were cut down by acid sprays, there legs dissolving away and their bones breaking into fragments once they hit the floor.
Only four officers were left. Three were pouring fire into the mutants while one worked the boarding ramp lever to open it and escape. They fired on full auto, but panic and fear had set in and their aim was terrible. One did score a lucky shot by blasting a mutant's head away in an explosion of bone fragments and infected blood.
*** Three mutants were left and they wasted no time charging down the narrow aisle. The leader was now in front, soaking up the poorly aimed shots that managed to hit him with his thick carapace armor that had replaced his soft, human skin. He roared with anger at the deaths of two of his kind as he closed the distance.
He reached the first human and and rammed his spike shoulder into his chest, impaling the officer through his armor. The officer was thrown off as the lead mutant swung its arm back and then forward to hammer the helmeted head of another officer. He caved the left side of helmet inwards, pulverizing the skull inside.
A mutant behind him spat a spray of acid at the last firing guardsman, reducing his gun and hands to steaming slime. The mutant finished him off with a blast to the face that burned a hole straight through his skull.
The last human had abandoned the lever, finding it frozen in its locked position because of the extreme cold. He whimpered as the mutants stood above him, red and yellow eyes gleaming with menace and serrated jaws gleaming with drool hanging out.
He whimpered and said, "Please...don't...kill..me?"
The mutant pack leader cocked its head to the side as if he understood what the human had said then roared, acidic spittle spattering the human's helmet and dissolving some of the plastic away. He raised his muscular leg and kicked forwards at the human's head against the wall, exploding it like a giant egg that left a huge red smear.
*** The driver of the lead chimera stopped the vehicle when he heard the sounds of gunfire and screams in the crew compartment. He unbuckled his seat while unholstering his laspistol. He stood and walked to the sliding door that lead from the driver compartment to the crew.
"Sergeant Huldron?" he called for, knocking three times on the door. "Anyone there?"
The driver was shaking with fear and a cold sweat ran down his spine despite the heater blazing in the compartment. He looked down to grasp the handle of the door and slit it open to his right.
A mass of dark, muscled flesh greeted him with a bellow.
He looked up to see a mutant staring him in the eye. The laspistol fell from his hands as he let out a gasp while urinating on himself.
The mutant spread its wide jaws and lunged forward to wrap them around the driver's head. Its claws grabbed his biceps and pinched hard, cutting down to the bone.
With a sick crunch of splitting bone and flesh, the mutant ripped off the front half of the driver's skull. It released its hold on the body and let it fall to the slightly warm floor, spilling the remaining contents of its ruined skull.
*** "Sir?" voxed Corporal Hammin, Sergant Gonros's vox operator. "You might want to come up here.I think something's wrong with Huldron's chimera."
He sat in the passenger seat of the second chimera and could see through the snow swirling cavern that Sergeant Huldron's chimera had come to a dead stop.
|
|
|
Post by me on Mar 14, 2008 22:35:53 GMT -5
I feel so sorry for that suicide squad...
|
|
|
Post by Khornate Marksman on Mar 18, 2008 20:49:17 GMT -5
I finished the last post ;D
|
|
|
Post by Khornate Marksman on Apr 3, 2008 18:32:34 GMT -5
"Yes Hammin?" replied Gonros as he entered the driver's compartment of his chimera. He wore his standard PDF officer uniform of black and grey and had his lasgun slung over his shoulder. Gonros had to stoop a little as he entered, the six and half foot door didn't quite reach above his bulky frame. His helmet was in the back and his clean shaven face was gaunt with brown eyes clearly in need of sleep.
Corporal Hammin sat next to the driver, fully armoured save for his helmet which rested on the floor next to him. He had his voxcaster set on his lap was tuning it to try and contact the lead chimera.
The driver sat unmoving in his chair, letting the vehicle idle. He pulled off his gloves and tried to rub some warmth back into his hands.
"Any luck?" asked Gonros.
"None, sir," said Hammin. "I think something may have happened."
Just as the sergeant was about to reply, Hammin's voxcaster activated and began to transmit a signal. A low series of guttural growls was heard, alongside the horrid noises of flesh being torn apart and metal plates being split open.
"Was that...was that from Huldron's squad?" asked Gonros, his face void of color.
"Yes, sir. A private Ingrie," said Hammin.
Gonros nodded and tapped the micro-bead in his ear. "Squad three lock and load, Huldron and his boys are dead and there are mutants in his chimera. Renuz have one of your men get on the turret and provide us some cover."
Gonros looked down at the young face of Hammin just as he was getting up from his seat.
"Corporal stay here and monitor our approach. You're are link to HQ. If something happens turn this hunk around and contact the lieutenant A.S.A.P. Understood?"
Hammin saluted and sat back down. Sergeant Gonros saluted back and exited to the troop compartment, unslinging his lasgun as he walked. He picked up his helmet from his seat and slipped it on, pulling down the visor and then slapping a power pack into his gun. He set it to full power and clicked the safety off.
His squad was waiting by the boarding ramp. It was fully down and outside the cave was swirling with snow and a harsh wind was wailing.
"All right, let's move. Wisul take point," voxed Sergeant Gonros. Wisul jogged down the ramp and surveyed the surrounding area with his lasgun. It was all clear, what he could see of it anyway for the constantly swirling snow made it impossible to see more than a few meters at a time.
The rest of Gonros's squad filed out, switching to night vision as they circled around the chimera on both sides. Their chimera killed it's lights and plunged them into darkness. They slowly moved forward towards Huldron's chimera and took up position around the boarding ramp. Wisul edged to the side and tired to lift the cover containing the operating controls for the ramp. It wouldn't budge.
"Stand aside," voxed Asex. Wisul moved over with the rest of the squad. Asex shouldered his lasgun and fired a three-round burst into the controls.
The ramp shuddered as it began to descend. Suddenly it screeched as a massive waited smashed into it and sent it slamming to the snowy ground. Asex had been directly behind the ramp and was instantly pulped when it slammed into him. His remains splattered his squad and they reeled back in horror from what stood before them.
Drenched in gore howling with fury, the lead mutant leapt from the ramp and landed amonst Sergeant Gonros and his men. It swung its arms around, beheading Ferl as the others rolled away. He fell to the ground, staining the snow with sprays of arterial blood.
The four survivors of Gonros's squad, including him, sprang to their knees and opened fire on the mutant. At such close range the full powered las-fire easily harmed the mutant. They blasted chunks of rancid meat and bone from it's hide before it finally fell to the ground.
The mutant howled in fury as it thrashed about on the ground. Its legs had been blown off from the close-range fire and were slipping uselessly on the ground. It tried to push itself up with its massive claws, but the officers shot its arms off at the elbows, reducing them to cauterised stumps.
Gonros took aim at the mutant's deformed and ugly head and pulled the trigger of his lasgun. He held it on full auto for roughly five seconds, enough to reduce the thing's head to a smouldering pile of cooked flesh.
From inside the chimera more mutant howls echoed. The sergeant heard their feet scraping against the steel flooring as they ran to the exit to engage his squad.
"Colz, throw some grenades in quick!" shouted Gonros into the vox.
Colz pulled two frag grenades from his belt and tossed them into the chimera then threw himself to the side as they exploded. Deadly shrapnel filled the hull of the chimera and bounced around until it buried itself in the flesh of mutants, or tough leather of the seats.
The screams of the mutants ended abruptly and the PDF squad reloaded their lasguns with fresh power packs. Gonros walked over to Ferl's corpse and retrieved his service tags from around the remains of the officers neck. He slipped them into the pocket of his armoured combat fatigues.
"Colz, Herc, lift the ramp up some, so I can get Asex's tags," ordered Gonros. He and the surviving members of his squad went over to the downed ramp. The blood of Asex, now frozen like ice, stained the edges and underside.
Colz and Herc gripped the corners with Gonros inbetween them and lifted with all their might while Wisul covered them. They brought the ramp up about two feet and Gonros crouched down under it to search for Asex's tags.
After a few minutes of cracking plates of armour with his combat knife and prying them away he found them. Gonros wrapped his gloved hand around them and pulled the tags from the frozen, congealed puddle of blood they were trapped in.
Gonros stood back up as Colz and Herc let the ramp drop. He looked at his men while pocketing Asex's service tags.
He was about to order a search through Huldron's chimera for needed supplies when Hammin's voice came to life in his ear.
"Sergeant, you need to get back into the chimera now. The auspex is reporting a large mass heading our way. It must be the mutant reinforcements!" said Hammin.
"Roger that," replied Gonros. "Back to the chimera, NOW!"
Gonros and his squad ran double time back to the safety of their chimera, closing the ramp and strapping into their seats after they entered. The driver turned the Imperial vehicle around as fast as he could and floored the accelerator.
***
Officer Ques manned the bolter turret on on the chimera. He was looking behind him, scanning left and right with the bolter for any sign of mutants behind the fleeing vehicle.
So far the close-range targeting auspex hadn't picked up any lifesigns.
|
|