[size=1.3]CRIMSON FIST I[/size]
The Necrosphere
The smoke from the exploding krak grenades drifted into the face of young Captain Syakotus, adding more black soot across his chilled cheeks from the biting cold as he pushed forwards through the snow and trees. Each step he took sank through the snow with a slight crunch from his weight. Even for a Space Marine Captain, he was rather tall as he plunged his feet down with the weight of his armour. Bullet shells fell all around; the sound was especially loud as the bullets from the traitors he was sent to execute, thudded into the trees he and his men had to use for cover. The smell of burning metal was all about; he felt the filth from the smoke upon his face and through his long hair. Even though it was neatly tied in a pony tail, it still felt greasy through the dirt of the evaporating smoke as it moved swiftly in clouds carried within the frigid winds that moved between the trees, creating a stale, musty aura. He could see through the wisps falling to the ground or moving into his face, Assault squad Teaxon advancing forward, using the trees for their only cover. “Careful now they will be using this smoke for cover,†he voxed.
A blast before him caught his eye; it was one of Teaxon’s squad blown sky high. Blood splashed in a shower of red across the snow then lay in the form of a red blanket. It spread across the trees and those nearest as the Marine’s limbs were ripped from their sockets. A direct hit to the Marine’s chest took his life, literally pouring his intestines across his scattered legs and the closest of trees. Although it was a horrific way to die, his name will be remembered as a hero in battle, Vasone. Another explosion, closer this time, splashed snow from the ground across his dark blue ceramite armour. Syakotus stopped. “Damn this fraggin’ smoke!†he bellowed. The sudden explosion had blown smoke straight up to his face. The smell was like burning copper and he wanted to pull up his crimson hand and wipe the black smoke away, but knew it would do no good. He turned his head to his rear to see Tactical squad Gustus following. Their dark blue ceramite armour was like a black dot on a sheet of white paper. “Check your rears!†he voxed them.
He turned back to the front in time to watch two more explosions, this time further away from him and his advancing Marines; but the smoke came in thicker, floating over and across the trees in large black/grey clouds just hanging there in the air. On through the snow he ploughed, his heavy feet sinking into it as he walked. Sometimes the ground was as even as it could be, yet another step would go far down into the snow and for a moment or two he would be stuck there. left vulnerable. On this occasion he used both his crimson red hands to pull his foot from the hole he’d made as he became stuck; his foot freed, he picked up his storm bolter again. A second before he stood up, the wisp of a bullet swiped past him, knocking him back a step. “That was close…†he thought. Then another flew into the tree to his left. As he and his company got closer to the traitors, the gun fire thumped all about. It appeared to ricochet between the trees and seemed that at any moment they would shatter or explode, yet they just stood there all brazen and defiant in the thick of the battle.
Syakotus and his men used them for cover, as did the traitors. Like Syakotus and his company of Crimson Fists, they too were brother Space Marines, only branded traitors. The perfect enemy for the Crimson Fists, they were their equals in combat. As Syakotus ploughed on towards them followed by his battle brothers, the falling snow started to turn more into a blizzard as the cold began to really bite at the skin of Syakotus’ face. Bless the Emperor for his guidance and bless Rogal Dorn for the strength of his will he’d passed down to the Crimson Fists. Syakotus felt the cold in his throat with each of his breaths, yet on he went. Everything seemed pure and clean, all the harsher for the slain blood to fall on. How dare it fall so silently; covering everything, falling on him and his men, dancing off his armour in the wind as if to taunt them in the face of battle, clogging their vision.
Without any warning, a power axe cut into his arm through the ceramite armour. He turned in time to see his attacker; a traitor attired in the same armour as his only coloured silver, his helmet marked with black dints, probably from all kinds of battles. The traitor yanked the power axe from his injured arm. Blood spilled from the cut made by the weapon yet soon clotted. As Syakotus stepped back, the traitor swung the power axe at him again, just missing his chest plate. Syakotus smiled at the traitor as he reached for the large power sword secured at his back. As he lifted it up in his right hand he clicked the switch on the handle with his thumb, causing the sword to begin emitting a low hum. The traitor lunged forward, this time with more aggression “Die!†he screamed at Syakotus, as the power axe he held tightly slammed into the tree next to Syakotus. “Oh dear†he said as he swung his power sword into the left shoulder of the traitor, cutting deep into his chest with the strike and out of the right side of his rib cage. The traitor’s upper torso slid off the rest of his body and slumped heavily into the snow.
Sergeant Gustus stepped up behind Syakotus. Though the rest of squad Gustus wore their helmets he did not and Syakotus could see his face was black with soot from the smoke.
“Captain, are you alright?†he asked.
“Aye, but he isn’t.â€
Sergeant Gustus pulled out his auspex, strapped to his waist. Syakotus looked down on its readings, the screen covered with snow and shards of ice “Fifteen. We are on top of them now. Remain at my side keep the squad close and tight, this is what Spectre Knights are good at; ambushing.†Syakotus explained, wiping the snow from the auspex screen with a hint of passion, hoping another would jump out at him so he could slay them. “Aye Sir!†the squad responded.
Altogether Syakotus had brought twenty-five Marines with him. Tactical squad Gustus, Assault squad Korde, and Assault squad Teaxon came down to this arctic weathered planet Kylle at the request of Inquisitor Nathan Salvanfor.
The gunfire fell silent and the smoke started to evaporate “See anything Korde?†he voxed to the Assault Sergeant. “No.†was the deep reply. Suddenly from behind, gunfire started to chatter again. Gustus turned and he received a bullet through the left rib cage. Hendo aimed his flamer at the rear and let loose the flames into the trees, setting them alight. Syakotus looked across to his right; just as he did the Spectre Knights came out from behind the trees and lunged into Tactical squad Gustus. They charged like they were in frenzy, swinging their chain swords and power axes above them. Syakotus flung his sword into the first to reach him; the Spectre went to his knees as the silver of his armour blended with the snow. Syakotus shoved his storm bolter in his face and opened fire, creating a mess of brain tissue and blood.
Gustus stumbled to his feet as two Spectres swung their chain swords into his chest and throat. Hendo spun around in time to see his Sergeant die. He let out a shower of flames that engulfed both of the Spectres. As they were flung back doused in flames, Ruhin swung his bolter around at them; setting it to full auto with a tip of the trigger, showering the two in bullets “Ruhin watch out!†bellowed Hendo as he spotted another Spectre swinging his power axe straight at the neck of Ruhin. As he turned to his attacker, his head came away, slamming hard through the snow as the remaining body slumped down in a floppy collapse. Hendo dashed over to his Captains side.
Sergeant Teaxon, followed by his six-man Assault squad; raced over to the fight. Three of the Spectres turned to engage them in combat. Two armed with power axes and the third flung his arms wide with a flash of electricity, revealing his large lighting claws from both hands. He leaped high into the air and pounced into squad Teaxon like a tiger leaping for the kill. As he bore down on the closest Crimson Fist, Jax, he slashed his lightening claws into Jax’s chest, ripping clean through his dark blue power armour and slashing deep into his flesh. The deeper the claws sliced, the more flesh and guts flew from Jax’s chest. Frieh, another Marine of squad Teaxon, swung his chain sword at the Spectre with the claws but found his blade blocked by another Spectre’s power axe. Dropping his bolter to the ground, the new attacker jumped back, swinging his power axe high above his head to jump further forwards at Frieh, who was anticipating the attack. He stepped to the right and then swung his chain sword into the back of the Spectre as he stumbled forward. The chain sword slashed through the Spectre’s silver armour, drawing blood. The Spectre fell further forward and to his knees, which Frieh took full advantage of. He leaped up in the air, slamming his feet hard into the back of the Spectre pushing him face down in the snow with a crunch. Frieh then un-holstered his bolt pistol, aimed it at the Spectres head and fired with a loud roar into the back of the dying Spectre’s skull.
Teaxon engaged the other Spectre, swinging his axe high. Both men jumped up from the deep snow below their feet, simultaneously swinging their weapons above their heads. As both men clashed, Teaxons power sword sliced through the chest plate and deep into the Spectre who released his power axe from his tight grip from the shock of pain. Both men landed simultaneously. As they did, Teaxon yanked his sword from the chest of the floppy Spectre, dead the moment his heavy bulk slammed through the deep snow.
“He’s mine†Teaxon said with his deep voice; pointing at the Spectre standing over the corpse of Jax. Frieh knew not to argue, “As you wish†he returned. Frieh ran over to squad Gustus followed by the rest of squad Teaxon.
Teaxon removed the dark blue helmet that covered his face, though the snow was falling hard, you could still make out the brown of his hair. The Spectre opposite him also removed his black helmet, revealing his bald head and a largely cut scar across the centre of his face. “It will be a pleasure to take the life from you Crimson Fist!†the Spectre yelled.
“No, that pleasure will be mine traitor.†Teaxon retorted.
“The name’s Commander Bruttin, remember that name, for it will be the last you hear.†he yelled back, spreading his arms out and leaping forward through the snow. Teaxon lifted his power sword high above his head for the death strike, but Bruttin was far to quick for Teaxon. Bruttin leaped forwards slashing his lightening claws at his chest. As Teaxon swung his sword down, he missed his assailant who was now facing the rear of him. Though Teaxon knew that he did not have enough time to retaliate he still turned to face Bruttin, holding his sword out in mere hope, but Bruttin was too good. He dove at Teaxon using the full power of his strength, swinging both sets of his claws through his opponent’s neck. As Bruttin slammed his feet into the snow, Teaxons head fell clean off from his shoulders, leaving the remainder of his body to flop sideways then forward into the snow, crashing hard into a tree. Teaxon never stood a chance; it had taken Bruttin less than a minute to slay the Crimson Fist’s Assault Sergeant.
Bruttin wiped away the blood from his mouth still tasting it. He turned to face squad Gustus defending their Captain. Bruttin watched Syakotus as he swung his sword like a true warrior. He stepped forward, spitting blood from his mouth into the snow below, thinking if only the good Captain knew who the real traitor was. It will be a shame he has to die. He turned away from the battle, glancing back at Syakotus one last time. He noticed one thing of Syakotus, his face was young to bear the mark of a company Captain decorated around his armour, for a Captain so young, he must be good in battle.
As the last of the attacking Spectres fell, the smoke was fully evaporating from the snow storm and being carried away high with the strong winds, but the musty aura remained as did the taste of blood in their mouths. Syakotus stepped away from the trees and the smell of burning flesh and stale blood; pulling his communicator from his waist he flicked his thumb across the panel. It crackled momentarily then, “Salvanfor†the voice of the Inquisitor.
“We’ve engaged the Spectre’s†Syakotus informed him.
“Good. Find their base. I’m coming down personally to see to the Necrosphere. Do nothing until my arrival Captain.â€
Syakotus returned the communicator to his waist belt, he’d enjoyed the fight but it had cost him two Sergeants and three Marines.
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Crimson Fist I : The Necrosphere
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RE: Crimson Fist I : The Necrosphere
by Hulls Raven at 19 Feb 2006, 01:00
Nathan Salvanfor stood tall, dressed in his long black trench coat, staring into the blackness of space from his window as his reflection stared back. Was it his face he saw or the face of a radical? One who had become so obsessed with the capture of the Necrosphere, a device so powerful it could destroy whole worlds by its mere presence. The darkness of the room blanketed out much of his features except the filthy red glow from the bronze armour he wore across his chest and the letter ‘I’ just below his neck. Salvanfor was around one hundred and fifty years in age yet he had the face of a man in his mid forties, a lifetime he’d spent with the Ordo Xenos. What was it about the Necrosphere that had him so obsessed with its capture? Yet once in his grasp the Inquisition will demand he destroy it and what fool in his right mind would destroy a weapon so powerful? Salvanfor had searched for the Necrosphere ten years and in that time he’d been accused as a radical. The Ordo Hereticus had warned him if he were to use it they would hunt him down for treason. Yes they would execute him just like they were doing to the Spectre Knights. He had been personally sent by the High Lords of Terra to retrieve it, once his spies had located its location. Because they had refused to destroy it, Lord Taharan of the Ordo Hereticus had oust them as excommunicate a year ago, sending the Grey Knights after them, destroying their fortress and their fleet; leaving a handful left. They must have spent five months hiding down below on the planet Kylle, which under the circumstances was a good place to hide. But like all good things he had tracked them here and then he requested the presence of the Crimson Fists who were more than eager to come to his aide and slaughter their battle brothers; for the Spectre Knights shared the same Primarch as the Crimson Fists, Rogal Dorn. The Spectre Knights had been founded during that time which today is known as the Dark Founding. Captain Syakotus had proved his worth by slaughtering the first of them moments ago, but once he discovers why he’s slaughtering his battle brothers what will he do? Destroy the Necrosphere himself or worse? And that could be a big problem.
“Master?†came a gruff voice from the door as it opened and the figure stepped inside his darkly lit chambers. Through the reflection in the window the figure approaching him wore a black cloak and hood covering his face. “What can I do for you Prill?†Salvanfor asked in his deep voice which seemed to echo around the whole room as he turned to face him “Master our Astropath has picked up a communiqué from the Ordo Hereticus. They are heading this way and will arrive in seven hours.†Prill announced as he stood besides his Master. Salvanfor turned to face the doorway, causing the light to shine across his face, revealing the many scars and down to his boots that had a dusty metal plate across the shins of his legs “Is my Cutter ready for departure Prill?â€
“Yes Master, the three Death Watch Marines are also ready in the hanger tooâ€
“Good.†said Salvanfor, as both men stepped from his chambers into the corridors of the Running Death, revealing the holstered needle pistols on either side of his thighs as the back of his coat flung up with his sudden movements. Prill lagged behind, the sound of the pistons in his mechanical legs seemed to echo throughout the corridor, yet stopping momentarily for him to take deep breaths with his respirator that hung from the back of his black cloak.
“What shall my Master do now?†he asked.
“Why I shall take what is rightfully mine of course, the Necrosphere.†Salvanfor laughed as both walked down the long narrow dimly lit corridors, listening at the clanging feet of the working servitors behind them.
“But the Ordo Hereticus demand you to destroy it. I fear that is why they be, coming to ensure you do.†Prill argued.
“Fool. We shall be gone long before their arrival and the Necrosphere shall be in my possession.â€
Though Prills eyes were hidden behind the dark shadow of his hood, Salvanfor still felt them burning at him “But that is treason my Master, are you to betray the Inquisition for this Necrosphere? They will hunt you down and take the life from your flesh.â€
“Enough!†Salvanfor shouted with an echo that travelled down the corridor. “They betray me, I betray no one! Remember that Prill†Silence fell about both men as they headed towards the hanger. “I have served the Ordo Xenos all my life and for what? Nothing!â€
“But Master, that was your calling, to serve the Divine Emperor. You pledged your life to him and the Inquisition.†Prill stopped behind his master.
Salvanfor stopped a few steps further away from Prill and turned to face him. He stopped again to reach inside his coat with his hand to pull out a large, fat cigar; he then bit off the end and lit it as he put the thing in his mouth, looking at Prill as his hood fell back. Prill was more machine than man, a thing of wires formed in the back of his metallic skull and metal augmentations. Salvanfor could see the rotted flesh stretched and pinned across what he called his face, the face of a man 1,100 years in age, all of which spent in the service of the Imperium. Prill had served four different Inquisitors in his life including Salvanfor’s old mentor, Inquisitor Fenton Greisens; who had been executed by the mysterious Eldar sixty years ago, of which Prill had spent at Salvanfor’s side ever since, giving him advice, wisdom, and knowledge. But lately all he’d become was intolerable and irritating. Quoting the rules of the damned Inquisition and worse telling Nathan Salvanfor what he could not do.
“Master you must not betray the Imperium.†Prill begged. Salvanfor turned away and carried on down the corridor followed by Prill.
Salvanfor entered the metallic and lowly lit hanger, stepping over cables spread across the dirty grey floor covered over with oil stains. As he puffed on his cigar the smell of fine tobacco drifted across the hanger and upwards. Chains hung from above, some with hooks and others with small crates, and the smell of burnt rubber seemed to linger about. As he took in a breath of air, his mouth was left with the after taste of oil. Servitors clanged about, moving the crates out the way of the gun cutter and cleaning the oil stains from the deck. In the centre of the hanger, the gun cutter rested, ready for take off. â€Red Princesâ€, was engraved on the side of the dirty, rusted red hull of the cutter. Standing at the opened ramp on the underside of the Red Princes were three Space Marines coloured in black armour, holding their bolters tight against their chests. The right shoulder carried the chapter logo that they’d come from, they were Death Watch Marines. Salvanfor often fought with them under his command, yet today would be the last time.
The one standing at the front wore the insignia of a black fist on top of a yellow background. His left arm was decorated silver with the insignia of the Inquisition on the shoulder pad and some form of litany written all around it. The three of them wore their helmets, letting the reds of their eyes glow in the low light of the hanger. Salvanfor ran his hand gently across the side of the rusted hull feeling the bumps and laser burns. The glass of the cockpit was also dirty and stained with smoke blots. As Salvanfor looked on, he bent below to feel the underneath. He stopped to admire the two large lascannons below the cockpit then he went to the ramp were the Marines stood awaiting him. Salvanfor walked up the ramp followed by Prill and the three Marines.
Inside the cutter it was claustrophobic and dark with very little light, but that was how Salvanfor liked it. “We are ready to go Nathan.†Hayler, his pilot told him in her soft voice as he sat in the co-pilots seat besides her; which Prill stood behind. “Then close the ramp up and take us out.†Salvanfor ordered.
The ramp closed and Hayler let the aft engines fire up. They watched the hanger doors open and the Red Princes lifted up as the belly thrusters ignited and slowly drifted out the hanger into the blackness outside. The Red Princes turned as it slowly drifted away from the hull of the Running Death. At the correct distance, the rear thrusters ignited and the cutter took off to enter orbit of Kylle.
“Prepare yourselves for atmospheric drop in ten seconds.†Announced Hayler, as the underbelly thrusters ignited once they’d reached orbit of Kylle. Moments later, they were in the clouds, and could feel the storm hit them, rocking the hull of the Red Princes “Switching to orbital thrusters now.†She announced again, watching Salvanfor grip the sides of his seat tightly, which brought a slight smile to her youthful face. The storm raged against the hull with such violence that they were shook side to side with the turbulence. Prills cybernetic hand reached above his head and locked fingers around the bar above to keep him steady as they were rocked about.
“Master?†came a gruff voice from the door as it opened and the figure stepped inside his darkly lit chambers. Through the reflection in the window the figure approaching him wore a black cloak and hood covering his face. “What can I do for you Prill?†Salvanfor asked in his deep voice which seemed to echo around the whole room as he turned to face him “Master our Astropath has picked up a communiqué from the Ordo Hereticus. They are heading this way and will arrive in seven hours.†Prill announced as he stood besides his Master. Salvanfor turned to face the doorway, causing the light to shine across his face, revealing the many scars and down to his boots that had a dusty metal plate across the shins of his legs “Is my Cutter ready for departure Prill?â€
“Yes Master, the three Death Watch Marines are also ready in the hanger tooâ€
“Good.†said Salvanfor, as both men stepped from his chambers into the corridors of the Running Death, revealing the holstered needle pistols on either side of his thighs as the back of his coat flung up with his sudden movements. Prill lagged behind, the sound of the pistons in his mechanical legs seemed to echo throughout the corridor, yet stopping momentarily for him to take deep breaths with his respirator that hung from the back of his black cloak.
“What shall my Master do now?†he asked.
“Why I shall take what is rightfully mine of course, the Necrosphere.†Salvanfor laughed as both walked down the long narrow dimly lit corridors, listening at the clanging feet of the working servitors behind them.
“But the Ordo Hereticus demand you to destroy it. I fear that is why they be, coming to ensure you do.†Prill argued.
“Fool. We shall be gone long before their arrival and the Necrosphere shall be in my possession.â€
Though Prills eyes were hidden behind the dark shadow of his hood, Salvanfor still felt them burning at him “But that is treason my Master, are you to betray the Inquisition for this Necrosphere? They will hunt you down and take the life from your flesh.â€
“Enough!†Salvanfor shouted with an echo that travelled down the corridor. “They betray me, I betray no one! Remember that Prill†Silence fell about both men as they headed towards the hanger. “I have served the Ordo Xenos all my life and for what? Nothing!â€
“But Master, that was your calling, to serve the Divine Emperor. You pledged your life to him and the Inquisition.†Prill stopped behind his master.
Salvanfor stopped a few steps further away from Prill and turned to face him. He stopped again to reach inside his coat with his hand to pull out a large, fat cigar; he then bit off the end and lit it as he put the thing in his mouth, looking at Prill as his hood fell back. Prill was more machine than man, a thing of wires formed in the back of his metallic skull and metal augmentations. Salvanfor could see the rotted flesh stretched and pinned across what he called his face, the face of a man 1,100 years in age, all of which spent in the service of the Imperium. Prill had served four different Inquisitors in his life including Salvanfor’s old mentor, Inquisitor Fenton Greisens; who had been executed by the mysterious Eldar sixty years ago, of which Prill had spent at Salvanfor’s side ever since, giving him advice, wisdom, and knowledge. But lately all he’d become was intolerable and irritating. Quoting the rules of the damned Inquisition and worse telling Nathan Salvanfor what he could not do.
“Master you must not betray the Imperium.†Prill begged. Salvanfor turned away and carried on down the corridor followed by Prill.
Salvanfor entered the metallic and lowly lit hanger, stepping over cables spread across the dirty grey floor covered over with oil stains. As he puffed on his cigar the smell of fine tobacco drifted across the hanger and upwards. Chains hung from above, some with hooks and others with small crates, and the smell of burnt rubber seemed to linger about. As he took in a breath of air, his mouth was left with the after taste of oil. Servitors clanged about, moving the crates out the way of the gun cutter and cleaning the oil stains from the deck. In the centre of the hanger, the gun cutter rested, ready for take off. â€Red Princesâ€, was engraved on the side of the dirty, rusted red hull of the cutter. Standing at the opened ramp on the underside of the Red Princes were three Space Marines coloured in black armour, holding their bolters tight against their chests. The right shoulder carried the chapter logo that they’d come from, they were Death Watch Marines. Salvanfor often fought with them under his command, yet today would be the last time.
The one standing at the front wore the insignia of a black fist on top of a yellow background. His left arm was decorated silver with the insignia of the Inquisition on the shoulder pad and some form of litany written all around it. The three of them wore their helmets, letting the reds of their eyes glow in the low light of the hanger. Salvanfor ran his hand gently across the side of the rusted hull feeling the bumps and laser burns. The glass of the cockpit was also dirty and stained with smoke blots. As Salvanfor looked on, he bent below to feel the underneath. He stopped to admire the two large lascannons below the cockpit then he went to the ramp were the Marines stood awaiting him. Salvanfor walked up the ramp followed by Prill and the three Marines.
Inside the cutter it was claustrophobic and dark with very little light, but that was how Salvanfor liked it. “We are ready to go Nathan.†Hayler, his pilot told him in her soft voice as he sat in the co-pilots seat besides her; which Prill stood behind. “Then close the ramp up and take us out.†Salvanfor ordered.
The ramp closed and Hayler let the aft engines fire up. They watched the hanger doors open and the Red Princes lifted up as the belly thrusters ignited and slowly drifted out the hanger into the blackness outside. The Red Princes turned as it slowly drifted away from the hull of the Running Death. At the correct distance, the rear thrusters ignited and the cutter took off to enter orbit of Kylle.
“Prepare yourselves for atmospheric drop in ten seconds.†Announced Hayler, as the underbelly thrusters ignited once they’d reached orbit of Kylle. Moments later, they were in the clouds, and could feel the storm hit them, rocking the hull of the Red Princes “Switching to orbital thrusters now.†She announced again, watching Salvanfor grip the sides of his seat tightly, which brought a slight smile to her youthful face. The storm raged against the hull with such violence that they were shook side to side with the turbulence. Prills cybernetic hand reached above his head and locked fingers around the bar above to keep him steady as they were rocked about.
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RE: Crimson Fist I : The Necrosphere
by Hulls Raven at 19 Feb 2006, 01:01
Syakotus stood at the edge of the woods in the raging blizzard. Although he wore silver tinted goggles over his eyes to protect them from the fast and violent snowfall that felt like razor blades slashing his face open on impact, his vision was still impaired by the violence of the storm. It didn’t stop him from watching as the Inquisitors gun cutter came into view from the dull grey of the sky, rocking from side to side as it battled for control against the wild and violent winds. The belly thrusters kept igniting trying to level its bulk, but as soon as it became level it was blown aside again.
“Why has the Inquisitor come down? We don’t need his presence.†Sergeant Korde said from behind.
Syakotus turned to the remaining units waiting in the trees behind them. As the wind raged all about them they were using each other as a shield against the ever-morphing blizzard.
“Probably because he wants to personally make sure the Necrosphere is destroyed.â€
“I don’t trust Inquisitors of any kind, where they tread, death always follows.†Korde said grimacing behind the blue of his helmet.
“Remember Korde that Chapter Master Kantar believes in the Inquisition and thus so will we.†Syakotus reminded his veteran Sergeant. “Get the men to their feet Sergeant.†ordered Syakotus as he turned to face Korde who simply nodded in compliance. Syakotus stepped out of the woods, battling each step in defiance against the storm. His long hair flapped about his face as he came to a stand still. With a loud thud, the gun cutter smashed down into the deep snow, splashing large chunks of ice into the air and crashing back down as it thudded across the swaying snow, some of it, rolling into large balls as it landed. Within seconds, the top of the rusty red gun cutter was covered in a thick layer of ice and snow.
As the ramp opened and slammed hard into the snow, light spilled out into the foggy blizzard that surrounded, before dying out with the thrusters. Syakotus walked over to greet the Inquisitor, Nathan Salvanfor, but instead, was greeted by one of the Death Watch Marines, Sergeant lykran. Syakotus looked him up and down through his silver goggles. “And you are?†He asked the Sergeant stepping onto the ramp before him.
“Sergeant Lykran, of the Death Watch Captain,†Syakotus noticed the insignia of Imperial Fists on his right shoulder pad, “from the Imperial Fists.†He added, staring up the ramp. “The Inquisitor requests you come aboard to discuss your strategy with him.†Syakotus nodded in acknowledgment as he followed Lykran into the gun cutter. Once inside, it was hard to miss the smell of tobacco as it flooded over him, followed by the smoke evaporating in the air as he looked down the very narrow corridor at the glowing red eyes from within the darkness that surrounded them.
“Have you located their base my good Captain?†came a voice from within the darkness.
“That I have.†Syakotus said, as he stepped past the glowing red eyes of the remaining two Death Watch. Inquisitor Salvanfor stepped from the darkness into the dim light.
“The sergeant said you wanted to discuss my strategy. Simple, using your gun cutter for air support, we will storm their front gates. Their numbers are small.†Syakotus turned away as he finished and walked back out to the raging storm outside.
Salvanfor opened a cabinet from behind where Prill stood. As he reached in, he slipped on two, black stained chain mail gloves and his muzzle so he could breathe outside in the storm. Prill bent over the side of the co-pilots seat and picked up a large combat shot gun, accompanied by a box of shells and handed them with the gun over to Salvanfor, who hung the gun across his back as he slipped the shells into a small bag he threw across his shoulder. â€Shall we?†He asked, ushering out the Death Watch. “Prill, remain on board with Hayler.†He said as he followed the Marines out into the blizzard. Once outside, the cold started to bite at the flesh of his face and ears,â€God damn that’s cold!†Salvanfor muttered as he stepped off the ramp, to see Syakotus’s men step out of the woods before him, followed by sergeant Korde.
The storm was beginning to slow with the sudden nightfall, but the atmosphere remained freezing and harsh on the naked skin of Syakotus’ face as he removed his goggles to look down on the small square complex that stood at the bottom of the hill the Spectre Knights had built to defend themselves. Salvanfor walked across to stand with Syakotus.
“First, we need to take out that Thunderhawk.†Syakotus said as he pointed at the Spectre Knights only ship sitting on the landing platform at the far edge of the complex. “Have your cutter blow the gates wide open and destroy that Thunderhawk before it can become airborne. If it does, we have lost before we begin,†Syakotus said looking on at the gate.
“So be it. Let the terror begin.†Salvanfor motioned, flipping the COM on his vox. “Hayler we need a search and destroy on the docked Thunderhawk.â€
“Affirmative.†came her soft reply.
Syakotus looked over at Lykran standing with his fellow Death Watch. “You will lead squad Teaxon with the second assault.â€
“As you commandâ€
“Korde, lead your squad in.†Syakotus motioned pointing his storm bolter downhill.
As Korde charge downhill with his squad, the loud roar of engines blocked out the sound of their jump packs as the gun cutter roared overhead, firing its forward lascannons at the entry gates and blasting them wide open in a ball of flames as the mesh arced upwards with a gush of smoke. “Charge!†he bellowed, pointing his power sword forward. It only took the Assault squad a minute before they stormed past the burning gates and into the complex. The Spectre in the watchtower above them started blasting at them with his mounted heavy bolter. The bullets flung through the air and thudded across the snow with a loud roar. Korde threw himself at the tower using his power sword to hack at the closest of the legs; Judson did the same with his chain sword at the opposite side. The tower fell with a loud crash as it smashed hard through the thick snow, flinging the Spectre forward as the heavy bolter smashed head on into his face. Korde spun round to see Judson still standing as the smoke evaporated from around him.
Syakotus charged into the complex followed by the rest of his Marines to watch the Spectres Thunderhawk covered over by smoke from the blasts from the gun cutter. Suddenly, Spectres flooded out at them from the nearest bunker. Hendo rushed forward as his flamer ignited and spewing a gush of flames at the oncoming attackers. Without warning the Spectres threw grenades high in the air. “Impact!†bellowed Syakotus, as the explosions all about them began. All of squad Gustus went down on their knees, firing their bolters and cutting down the first wave of attacking Spectres. The sound was deafening from explosions and gun fire and yet also like a firework display, with the chattering of each gun firing across the battlefield, ricocheting off the bunkers with all kinds of sparks. Syakotus saw Salvanfor, followed by two of the Death Watch; head off across to the bunker next to the smoke covered landing platform. “Where is he going? The Necrosphere must be inside there,†he thought, but his attention was distracted with the sharp pain of razor blades as he saw his attacker jam a chain sword at his rib cage. Feeling the blood spill through his armour he rammed his storm bolter at the Spectres chest, trashing the armour with a burst at full auto, killing him instantly; kicking the dead corpse aside to engage the next. Sergeant Lykran led Assault squad Teaxon into the nearest bunker, probably the armoury… Once inside, the squad split up. Lykran stepped into a small hallway re-cocking his bolter, the click was loud enough to disturb the Spectre at the end of the hallway and though the bunker had a low red glow throughout the Spectres eyes still seemed somewhat silver “Shi…†was all Lykran could muster from his lips as a force threw him hard against the wall behind him. As he managed to stagger back to his feet another force blast threw him back again, this time through the door and back into the snow outside.
Coburn charged his chain sword at the Spectre stepping into the hallway “Librarian!†he screamed. Just before his head popped and splattered the walls with bits of skull and brain. Lykran pulled himself up and charged back through the door just as the Librarian turned to gaze upon him again, giving Phanus a chance to take a shot from his plasma pistol, killing the Librarian with an accurate shot of hot plasma.“Sweep the rest of the bunker.†he ordered, turning back outside.
Syakotus was leading the rest of squad Gustus at the far end bunker but was cut short by heavy las fire. Gruber fell backwards crashing through the snow as his leg was blown away with the first blast. “Down, down!†bellowed Syakotus, dropping to his chest in time to see the rest follow suit. Hendo jumped up with a blast of flames from his flamer, aimed at the Spectre from the smoke ridden landing platform. Syakotus pulled himself up from out the snow to see the Spectre drop his las cannon and fall back through the smoke, engulfed in flames “Good work brother Hendo.†He praised
As Syakotus reached the bunker, the two Death Watch Marines lay dead. Someone had shot them with a needler. With a strong gush of wind the smoke from the landing platform dispersed revealing the Thunderhawk undamaged. “What the hell?†muttered Hendo, stepping back to take a better look. “The gun cutter must have missed Captain.â€
“Or not…†Syakotus pondered as he slipped another two clips into the storm bolter. “C’mon time to see what our Inquisitor is up to. The rest of you stand guard.†He ordered. “Korde, contact the Forge Hand and tell Chaplain Quornas to send down the Thunderhawk and tell him to have Apothecary Lenthos come down.†He voxed
“Right on it Captain.†Korde replied as his voice crackled with the saddened aggression from the storm.
Syakotus and Hendo entered the bunker, stepping over another dead Spectre to see a second lay sprawled across one of the terminals with wisps of sparks dancing across the keyboards and the other consoles.“ Salvanfor must have destroyed their coms†noted Hendo, following Syakotus as he stepped into the low hallway. Both men walked silently through the severed cables and wires hanging from above and scattered across the floor through the flickering lights. They stepped out of the hallway and into some sort of science lab where the smell of fresh cigar tobacco drifted towards them. Syakotus stopped a moment and looked around the science lab. The room was large and from the doorway where both men stood there were six rows of long chrome looking tables with canisters and giant glass tubes stood high. Some contained water of a dirty colour; others had small creatures floating in water encased within them. From the continuous flickering of the lights Syakotus could see the dust floating in the air like spores, and the wires spread across the floor like a batch of snakes crawling in and out of each other. Taking a step to the edge of the nearest table through the black and white flickering of the lights, he could see the rust and rotted blood that covered them mixed in with all kinds of slime. Syakotus pointed to the left side of the room for Hendo to explore while he would go through the centre. Hendo slowly walked across to the left to see something move in the flickering shadows. “Captain we are not alone.†he voxed.
Syakotus bent down on one knee with his storm bolter clenched tightly in both hands, he peered under the tables, but the flickering of the light was almost too blinding for him to see anything. As he rose back to his feet the sound of smashing glass echoed about the room from behind “Hendo, is that you?†he asked.
“Nay...†Then, the sound of creeping feet crunching through the glass echoed from behind. “Hendo, move back to the door. Slowly.†he ordered, voxing him.
Hendo clenched his flamer, aiming it forwards as he crept back to the door. Just as he reached the freshly smashed glass he felt something sharp in his back. The pain dashed sharply to his stomach as he looked down, dropping his flamer with a clang that echoed, to see his intestines spilling onto the floor followed by the lighting claw hand of Commander Bruttin. Hendo turned his head to see the scar across the face of Bruttin, moments before he slid his claws upwards and sliced Hendo into two; spilling the rest of his guts across the floor below. As the light flickered over the two, Syakotus saw Hendos body split and drop to the floor, leaving Bruttin standing over him, covered in Hendos blood. The light flickered again, he saw Bruttin smile as he opened fire on full auto, spraying bullets across the lab, adding more flickering light to the room with the shots. He spun round trying to hit Bruttin, bullets flew around the lab, ricocheting off the walls and smashing into the glass tubes, shattering glass across the tables and splashing onto the floor like water. Bruttin ran round the right of the lab trying to evade the oncoming shower of bolter fire, yet not escaping them totally. Some of the bullets hit him head on in his leg, arm and his side, thudding through his armour. The storm bolter clicked empty, giving Bruttin time to get closer to the far doorway. Syakotus jammed two more clips into the storm bolter and again aiming it level, he fired on full auto letting out another loud roar of screeching bolter shells across the far side of the lab, ricocheting off the walls and into more glass smashing it across the floor. The sound was deafening. One of the stray bullets hit a tall canister at the far doorway. The chemicals inside flared up with a loud explosion adding more light to the flickering illumination. Syakotus was blown back across to the doorway he entered, slamming backwards on the floor into the remains of the mutilated body of Hendo. A back draft of flames engulfed the whole lab into molten flames leaving Syakotus stunned across the floor on his back.
Syakotus staggered up to his feet surrounded by flames and no sight of Bruttin, “I need back up in here pronto.†he voxed, to hear the sound of roaring engines outside.
“Captain it’s the Inquisitors Gu…†Was all he heard to the sound of loud explosions outside the sound of lascannons.
Syakotus reached for two more clips to reload but found he had none. “Damn.†Dropping his storm bolter to the floor, he unsheathed his power sword from his back then flicked the switch with his thumb; the sword began a low hum. Holding in front of himself, he walked through the flames and out the room. At the other side of the doorway, Syakotus began down the stairs leading underground.
Once he reached the bottom the room was large with a bright green glow, the walls and floor also reflected the green. In the centre was a bright green sphere with Inquisitor Salvanfor pulling cables from its belly. “Salvanfor, why are you unplugging it? Destroy it now!â€
Salvanfor looked up at him with the barrel of his shotgun, “Captain.†he said; seconds before blasting him square in the chest. Syakotus fell back on the ground. “Its over for you now Captain.†He said pulling the last of the cables out.
“Going somewhere traitor?†asked Bruttin as he jumped down from the steps. Syakotus looked up to see Prill come from the steps at the other end. “Master we are ready.â€
“Good, load this up on the Spectres Thunderhawk.†He ordered.
Bruttin flexed his claws out wide, “You’re going nowhere!â€
Syakotus stood back to his feet slamming his power sword into the back of Bruttin. The blood poured down the blade. “Neither are you.â€
Bruttin spun round, “You fool you know not what you do, for the sake of Dorn stand aside!†He said; slashing his claws into Syakotus, splitting the ceramite protecting his chest.
Syakotus backed off pulling his sword away from Bruttin “You have no right to speak Rogal Dorn’s name!†he yelled, swinging his sword into the claws of Bruttins left hand, slicing through them. Bruttin slashed at him with his right hand, splitting his shoulder pad into two. Syakotus brought his sword round for another swipe at Bruttin, this time taking his left hand with a clean cut. Bruttin let out a scream as he stuck the claws from his right hand through the stomach of Syakotus, splashing blood across the room. Syakotus lashed out with his sword into Bruttins upper torso, cutting in deep. He pulled his claws from Syakotus, making another slash this time into his chest. Syakotus felt the intensity of the pain flow through him and with what strength remained, brought his sword up and plunged it into Bruttins neck. He spun around, slicing through, forcing his head to separate from the rest of him.
Syakotus fell to his knees covered in the blood of Bruttin and mortally wounded. “You tricked me.†he said as he fell backwards, hitting the floor with the back of his head. As he helplessly watched Salvanfor and Prill take the Necrosphere with them, he closed his eyes for what he thought would be the last time as he was overcome with darkness. He saw Rogal Dorn standing at the gates of the Emperors fortress on Terra in all his glory, fighting against the hordes of Horus slaying the traitors as they approached him. Then he saw Rogal Dorn carrying the mortally wounded body of the Emperor. To his surprise he opened his eyes again.
Chaplain Quornas stood over Syakotus “You’re awake then.â€
“What happened?†He asked, looking up at the long narrow face of Quornas.
“We found you in an underground chamber under one of the bunkers.†Quornas replied in a dry, gruff voice.
Syakotus sat up from his bedchamber feeling the pain of his battle with Bruttin hammering through his body. “What of Inquisitor Salvanfor?â€
Quornas turned to gaze out the window. “That traitorous scum was long gone when Apothecary Lenthos found you. We brought you back and left the planet’s orbit before the Ordo Hereticus arrived.†Quornas paused for a second as he faced Syakotus “Chapter Master Pedro Cantor Requests we return to Rynn’s World for a debriefingâ€
“I failed to destroy the Necrosphere.â€
“That was not your mission. Your mission was the destruction of the Spectre Knights. That you accomplished. Besides, you can kill Inquisitor Salvanfor another day.â€
“No, let the Ordo Hereticus deal with him, he’s their problem now.†Syakotus said staggering up. Quornas looked at him, mouth open as if to speak. “But then again…â€
“Why has the Inquisitor come down? We don’t need his presence.†Sergeant Korde said from behind.
Syakotus turned to the remaining units waiting in the trees behind them. As the wind raged all about them they were using each other as a shield against the ever-morphing blizzard.
“Probably because he wants to personally make sure the Necrosphere is destroyed.â€
“I don’t trust Inquisitors of any kind, where they tread, death always follows.†Korde said grimacing behind the blue of his helmet.
“Remember Korde that Chapter Master Kantar believes in the Inquisition and thus so will we.†Syakotus reminded his veteran Sergeant. “Get the men to their feet Sergeant.†ordered Syakotus as he turned to face Korde who simply nodded in compliance. Syakotus stepped out of the woods, battling each step in defiance against the storm. His long hair flapped about his face as he came to a stand still. With a loud thud, the gun cutter smashed down into the deep snow, splashing large chunks of ice into the air and crashing back down as it thudded across the swaying snow, some of it, rolling into large balls as it landed. Within seconds, the top of the rusty red gun cutter was covered in a thick layer of ice and snow.
As the ramp opened and slammed hard into the snow, light spilled out into the foggy blizzard that surrounded, before dying out with the thrusters. Syakotus walked over to greet the Inquisitor, Nathan Salvanfor, but instead, was greeted by one of the Death Watch Marines, Sergeant lykran. Syakotus looked him up and down through his silver goggles. “And you are?†He asked the Sergeant stepping onto the ramp before him.
“Sergeant Lykran, of the Death Watch Captain,†Syakotus noticed the insignia of Imperial Fists on his right shoulder pad, “from the Imperial Fists.†He added, staring up the ramp. “The Inquisitor requests you come aboard to discuss your strategy with him.†Syakotus nodded in acknowledgment as he followed Lykran into the gun cutter. Once inside, it was hard to miss the smell of tobacco as it flooded over him, followed by the smoke evaporating in the air as he looked down the very narrow corridor at the glowing red eyes from within the darkness that surrounded them.
“Have you located their base my good Captain?†came a voice from within the darkness.
“That I have.†Syakotus said, as he stepped past the glowing red eyes of the remaining two Death Watch. Inquisitor Salvanfor stepped from the darkness into the dim light.
“The sergeant said you wanted to discuss my strategy. Simple, using your gun cutter for air support, we will storm their front gates. Their numbers are small.†Syakotus turned away as he finished and walked back out to the raging storm outside.
Salvanfor opened a cabinet from behind where Prill stood. As he reached in, he slipped on two, black stained chain mail gloves and his muzzle so he could breathe outside in the storm. Prill bent over the side of the co-pilots seat and picked up a large combat shot gun, accompanied by a box of shells and handed them with the gun over to Salvanfor, who hung the gun across his back as he slipped the shells into a small bag he threw across his shoulder. â€Shall we?†He asked, ushering out the Death Watch. “Prill, remain on board with Hayler.†He said as he followed the Marines out into the blizzard. Once outside, the cold started to bite at the flesh of his face and ears,â€God damn that’s cold!†Salvanfor muttered as he stepped off the ramp, to see Syakotus’s men step out of the woods before him, followed by sergeant Korde.
The storm was beginning to slow with the sudden nightfall, but the atmosphere remained freezing and harsh on the naked skin of Syakotus’ face as he removed his goggles to look down on the small square complex that stood at the bottom of the hill the Spectre Knights had built to defend themselves. Salvanfor walked across to stand with Syakotus.
“First, we need to take out that Thunderhawk.†Syakotus said as he pointed at the Spectre Knights only ship sitting on the landing platform at the far edge of the complex. “Have your cutter blow the gates wide open and destroy that Thunderhawk before it can become airborne. If it does, we have lost before we begin,†Syakotus said looking on at the gate.
“So be it. Let the terror begin.†Salvanfor motioned, flipping the COM on his vox. “Hayler we need a search and destroy on the docked Thunderhawk.â€
“Affirmative.†came her soft reply.
Syakotus looked over at Lykran standing with his fellow Death Watch. “You will lead squad Teaxon with the second assault.â€
“As you commandâ€
“Korde, lead your squad in.†Syakotus motioned pointing his storm bolter downhill.
As Korde charge downhill with his squad, the loud roar of engines blocked out the sound of their jump packs as the gun cutter roared overhead, firing its forward lascannons at the entry gates and blasting them wide open in a ball of flames as the mesh arced upwards with a gush of smoke. “Charge!†he bellowed, pointing his power sword forward. It only took the Assault squad a minute before they stormed past the burning gates and into the complex. The Spectre in the watchtower above them started blasting at them with his mounted heavy bolter. The bullets flung through the air and thudded across the snow with a loud roar. Korde threw himself at the tower using his power sword to hack at the closest of the legs; Judson did the same with his chain sword at the opposite side. The tower fell with a loud crash as it smashed hard through the thick snow, flinging the Spectre forward as the heavy bolter smashed head on into his face. Korde spun round to see Judson still standing as the smoke evaporated from around him.
Syakotus charged into the complex followed by the rest of his Marines to watch the Spectres Thunderhawk covered over by smoke from the blasts from the gun cutter. Suddenly, Spectres flooded out at them from the nearest bunker. Hendo rushed forward as his flamer ignited and spewing a gush of flames at the oncoming attackers. Without warning the Spectres threw grenades high in the air. “Impact!†bellowed Syakotus, as the explosions all about them began. All of squad Gustus went down on their knees, firing their bolters and cutting down the first wave of attacking Spectres. The sound was deafening from explosions and gun fire and yet also like a firework display, with the chattering of each gun firing across the battlefield, ricocheting off the bunkers with all kinds of sparks. Syakotus saw Salvanfor, followed by two of the Death Watch; head off across to the bunker next to the smoke covered landing platform. “Where is he going? The Necrosphere must be inside there,†he thought, but his attention was distracted with the sharp pain of razor blades as he saw his attacker jam a chain sword at his rib cage. Feeling the blood spill through his armour he rammed his storm bolter at the Spectres chest, trashing the armour with a burst at full auto, killing him instantly; kicking the dead corpse aside to engage the next. Sergeant Lykran led Assault squad Teaxon into the nearest bunker, probably the armoury… Once inside, the squad split up. Lykran stepped into a small hallway re-cocking his bolter, the click was loud enough to disturb the Spectre at the end of the hallway and though the bunker had a low red glow throughout the Spectres eyes still seemed somewhat silver “Shi…†was all Lykran could muster from his lips as a force threw him hard against the wall behind him. As he managed to stagger back to his feet another force blast threw him back again, this time through the door and back into the snow outside.
Coburn charged his chain sword at the Spectre stepping into the hallway “Librarian!†he screamed. Just before his head popped and splattered the walls with bits of skull and brain. Lykran pulled himself up and charged back through the door just as the Librarian turned to gaze upon him again, giving Phanus a chance to take a shot from his plasma pistol, killing the Librarian with an accurate shot of hot plasma.“Sweep the rest of the bunker.†he ordered, turning back outside.
Syakotus was leading the rest of squad Gustus at the far end bunker but was cut short by heavy las fire. Gruber fell backwards crashing through the snow as his leg was blown away with the first blast. “Down, down!†bellowed Syakotus, dropping to his chest in time to see the rest follow suit. Hendo jumped up with a blast of flames from his flamer, aimed at the Spectre from the smoke ridden landing platform. Syakotus pulled himself up from out the snow to see the Spectre drop his las cannon and fall back through the smoke, engulfed in flames “Good work brother Hendo.†He praised
As Syakotus reached the bunker, the two Death Watch Marines lay dead. Someone had shot them with a needler. With a strong gush of wind the smoke from the landing platform dispersed revealing the Thunderhawk undamaged. “What the hell?†muttered Hendo, stepping back to take a better look. “The gun cutter must have missed Captain.â€
“Or not…†Syakotus pondered as he slipped another two clips into the storm bolter. “C’mon time to see what our Inquisitor is up to. The rest of you stand guard.†He ordered. “Korde, contact the Forge Hand and tell Chaplain Quornas to send down the Thunderhawk and tell him to have Apothecary Lenthos come down.†He voxed
“Right on it Captain.†Korde replied as his voice crackled with the saddened aggression from the storm.
Syakotus and Hendo entered the bunker, stepping over another dead Spectre to see a second lay sprawled across one of the terminals with wisps of sparks dancing across the keyboards and the other consoles.“ Salvanfor must have destroyed their coms†noted Hendo, following Syakotus as he stepped into the low hallway. Both men walked silently through the severed cables and wires hanging from above and scattered across the floor through the flickering lights. They stepped out of the hallway and into some sort of science lab where the smell of fresh cigar tobacco drifted towards them. Syakotus stopped a moment and looked around the science lab. The room was large and from the doorway where both men stood there were six rows of long chrome looking tables with canisters and giant glass tubes stood high. Some contained water of a dirty colour; others had small creatures floating in water encased within them. From the continuous flickering of the lights Syakotus could see the dust floating in the air like spores, and the wires spread across the floor like a batch of snakes crawling in and out of each other. Taking a step to the edge of the nearest table through the black and white flickering of the lights, he could see the rust and rotted blood that covered them mixed in with all kinds of slime. Syakotus pointed to the left side of the room for Hendo to explore while he would go through the centre. Hendo slowly walked across to the left to see something move in the flickering shadows. “Captain we are not alone.†he voxed.
Syakotus bent down on one knee with his storm bolter clenched tightly in both hands, he peered under the tables, but the flickering of the light was almost too blinding for him to see anything. As he rose back to his feet the sound of smashing glass echoed about the room from behind “Hendo, is that you?†he asked.
“Nay...†Then, the sound of creeping feet crunching through the glass echoed from behind. “Hendo, move back to the door. Slowly.†he ordered, voxing him.
Hendo clenched his flamer, aiming it forwards as he crept back to the door. Just as he reached the freshly smashed glass he felt something sharp in his back. The pain dashed sharply to his stomach as he looked down, dropping his flamer with a clang that echoed, to see his intestines spilling onto the floor followed by the lighting claw hand of Commander Bruttin. Hendo turned his head to see the scar across the face of Bruttin, moments before he slid his claws upwards and sliced Hendo into two; spilling the rest of his guts across the floor below. As the light flickered over the two, Syakotus saw Hendos body split and drop to the floor, leaving Bruttin standing over him, covered in Hendos blood. The light flickered again, he saw Bruttin smile as he opened fire on full auto, spraying bullets across the lab, adding more flickering light to the room with the shots. He spun round trying to hit Bruttin, bullets flew around the lab, ricocheting off the walls and smashing into the glass tubes, shattering glass across the tables and splashing onto the floor like water. Bruttin ran round the right of the lab trying to evade the oncoming shower of bolter fire, yet not escaping them totally. Some of the bullets hit him head on in his leg, arm and his side, thudding through his armour. The storm bolter clicked empty, giving Bruttin time to get closer to the far doorway. Syakotus jammed two more clips into the storm bolter and again aiming it level, he fired on full auto letting out another loud roar of screeching bolter shells across the far side of the lab, ricocheting off the walls and into more glass smashing it across the floor. The sound was deafening. One of the stray bullets hit a tall canister at the far doorway. The chemicals inside flared up with a loud explosion adding more light to the flickering illumination. Syakotus was blown back across to the doorway he entered, slamming backwards on the floor into the remains of the mutilated body of Hendo. A back draft of flames engulfed the whole lab into molten flames leaving Syakotus stunned across the floor on his back.
Syakotus staggered up to his feet surrounded by flames and no sight of Bruttin, “I need back up in here pronto.†he voxed, to hear the sound of roaring engines outside.
“Captain it’s the Inquisitors Gu…†Was all he heard to the sound of loud explosions outside the sound of lascannons.
Syakotus reached for two more clips to reload but found he had none. “Damn.†Dropping his storm bolter to the floor, he unsheathed his power sword from his back then flicked the switch with his thumb; the sword began a low hum. Holding in front of himself, he walked through the flames and out the room. At the other side of the doorway, Syakotus began down the stairs leading underground.
Once he reached the bottom the room was large with a bright green glow, the walls and floor also reflected the green. In the centre was a bright green sphere with Inquisitor Salvanfor pulling cables from its belly. “Salvanfor, why are you unplugging it? Destroy it now!â€
Salvanfor looked up at him with the barrel of his shotgun, “Captain.†he said; seconds before blasting him square in the chest. Syakotus fell back on the ground. “Its over for you now Captain.†He said pulling the last of the cables out.
“Going somewhere traitor?†asked Bruttin as he jumped down from the steps. Syakotus looked up to see Prill come from the steps at the other end. “Master we are ready.â€
“Good, load this up on the Spectres Thunderhawk.†He ordered.
Bruttin flexed his claws out wide, “You’re going nowhere!â€
Syakotus stood back to his feet slamming his power sword into the back of Bruttin. The blood poured down the blade. “Neither are you.â€
Bruttin spun round, “You fool you know not what you do, for the sake of Dorn stand aside!†He said; slashing his claws into Syakotus, splitting the ceramite protecting his chest.
Syakotus backed off pulling his sword away from Bruttin “You have no right to speak Rogal Dorn’s name!†he yelled, swinging his sword into the claws of Bruttins left hand, slicing through them. Bruttin slashed at him with his right hand, splitting his shoulder pad into two. Syakotus brought his sword round for another swipe at Bruttin, this time taking his left hand with a clean cut. Bruttin let out a scream as he stuck the claws from his right hand through the stomach of Syakotus, splashing blood across the room. Syakotus lashed out with his sword into Bruttins upper torso, cutting in deep. He pulled his claws from Syakotus, making another slash this time into his chest. Syakotus felt the intensity of the pain flow through him and with what strength remained, brought his sword up and plunged it into Bruttins neck. He spun around, slicing through, forcing his head to separate from the rest of him.
Syakotus fell to his knees covered in the blood of Bruttin and mortally wounded. “You tricked me.†he said as he fell backwards, hitting the floor with the back of his head. As he helplessly watched Salvanfor and Prill take the Necrosphere with them, he closed his eyes for what he thought would be the last time as he was overcome with darkness. He saw Rogal Dorn standing at the gates of the Emperors fortress on Terra in all his glory, fighting against the hordes of Horus slaying the traitors as they approached him. Then he saw Rogal Dorn carrying the mortally wounded body of the Emperor. To his surprise he opened his eyes again.
Chaplain Quornas stood over Syakotus “You’re awake then.â€
“What happened?†He asked, looking up at the long narrow face of Quornas.
“We found you in an underground chamber under one of the bunkers.†Quornas replied in a dry, gruff voice.
Syakotus sat up from his bedchamber feeling the pain of his battle with Bruttin hammering through his body. “What of Inquisitor Salvanfor?â€
Quornas turned to gaze out the window. “That traitorous scum was long gone when Apothecary Lenthos found you. We brought you back and left the planet’s orbit before the Ordo Hereticus arrived.†Quornas paused for a second as he faced Syakotus “Chapter Master Pedro Cantor Requests we return to Rynn’s World for a debriefingâ€
“I failed to destroy the Necrosphere.â€
“That was not your mission. Your mission was the destruction of the Spectre Knights. That you accomplished. Besides, you can kill Inquisitor Salvanfor another day.â€
“No, let the Ordo Hereticus deal with him, he’s their problem now.†Syakotus said staggering up. Quornas looked at him, mouth open as if to speak. “But then again…â€
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RE: Crimson Fist I : The Necrosphere
by IBBoard at 19 Feb 2006, 20:32
Wow, long story! I'll have to read it later and get back to you 
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RE: Crimson Fist I : The Necrosphere
by Hulls Raven at 20 Feb 2006, 01:06
IBBoard wrote:Can I add it to the Hive World Terra FanFiction section as well?
Yes.
Please feel free too.
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RE: Crimson Fist I : The Necrosphere
by IBBoard at 02 Mar 2006, 20:38
Sorry for the delay, but it's now available I made a few very minor grammatical changes (mainly changing '." He said' to '," he said")
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RE: Crimson Fist I : The Necrosphere
by Hulls Raven at 03 Mar 2006, 01:55
Thank You.
The Synopsis looks just fine.
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The Synopsis looks just fine.
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RE: Crimson Fist I : The Necrosphere
by IBBoard at 03 Mar 2006, 19:47
OK, I've modified some of the code so that it now does what I thought I'd coded in ages ago 
When you view a story, it now shows you a chapter list with a synopsis for each it's not necessary for the rest of the stories, but it's useful for yours which is broken into three 'chapters'.
As for the story itself, I thought I should leave some feedback. It's a great story, and good on the description. Possibly a little too descriptive for my personal tastes in some areas (like the snow at the start) but it sets the scene well. I've never heard of the Spectre Ghosts before, but the inclusion of the Crimson Fists as their brother chapter works well, even if I'm not so sure how likely they would be to work for a Radical Inquisitor. I don't know much about the Inquisitor-Astartes relationship though, so I won't say must more
All in all a great story, and I'd love to see more
Now to go and look at Brannick's work...
When you view a story, it now shows you a chapter list with a synopsis for each it's not necessary for the rest of the stories, but it's useful for yours which is broken into three 'chapters'.
As for the story itself, I thought I should leave some feedback. It's a great story, and good on the description. Possibly a little too descriptive for my personal tastes in some areas (like the snow at the start) but it sets the scene well. I've never heard of the Spectre Ghosts before, but the inclusion of the Crimson Fists as their brother chapter works well, even if I'm not so sure how likely they would be to work for a Radical Inquisitor. I don't know much about the Inquisitor-Astartes relationship though, so I won't say must more
All in all a great story, and I'd love to see more
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RE: Crimson Fist I : The Necrosphere
by Hulls Raven at 04 Mar 2006, 18:33
Thanks for your feedback IB.
I just wont to explain a few things regarding the story hopefully it will help.
The Crimson Fists would never work for a radical Inquisitor. But they do not know Salvanfor is a radical until the last minute.
Basically the Crimson Fists are the one Space Marine Chapter that do as the high lords of terra request and the inquisition. Including attacking excommunicate Space Marine Chapters.
Regarding the Spectre Knights they are a chapter that basically i made up for the first of the 4 stories.
I have written four stories. Regarding the Crimson Fists.
Crimson Fist II : Volcane.
Crimson Fist III : Skin Of Evil
Exordium : Crimson Fist IV
The fourth one is the last.
The whole saga follows Captain Syakotus' Rise and fall from grace leading up to his excommunication from the chapter.
The first one the Necrosphere is the shortest of the four. And basically just introduce's some of the charactors like Syakotus and Sergeant Korde, Chaplain Quornas.
I Haven't posted Crimson Fist II : Volcane yet basically because i seriously need to re-edit it. Once i have chance to go through it i will post them all.
Thank you for Reading Crimson Fist I : The Necrosphere.
And Thank you for adding it to the fan fiction section. I'm very grateful for that.
~Raven.
I just wont to explain a few things regarding the story hopefully it will help.
The Crimson Fists would never work for a radical Inquisitor. But they do not know Salvanfor is a radical until the last minute.
Basically the Crimson Fists are the one Space Marine Chapter that do as the high lords of terra request and the inquisition. Including attacking excommunicate Space Marine Chapters.
Regarding the Spectre Knights they are a chapter that basically i made up for the first of the 4 stories.
I have written four stories. Regarding the Crimson Fists.
Crimson Fist II : Volcane.
Crimson Fist III : Skin Of Evil
Exordium : Crimson Fist IV
The fourth one is the last.
The whole saga follows Captain Syakotus' Rise and fall from grace leading up to his excommunication from the chapter.
The first one the Necrosphere is the shortest of the four. And basically just introduce's some of the charactors like Syakotus and Sergeant Korde, Chaplain Quornas.
I Haven't posted Crimson Fist II : Volcane yet basically because i seriously need to re-edit it. Once i have chance to go through it i will post them all.
Thank you for Reading Crimson Fist I : The Necrosphere.
And Thank you for adding it to the fan fiction section. I'm very grateful for that.
~Raven.
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RE: Crimson Fist I : The Necrosphere
by IBBoard at 04 Mar 2006, 20:15
Ah, that makes more sense - I kinda half thought about them not knowing he wasn't radical, but then I thought they'd have been told about what he was after and may have known what he was going to do with it.
As for the other stories - I look forward to seeing them Hopefully I'll be able to get them uploaded to the site slightly quicker than I did with this one. Any contributions are always greatly received - especially when they're good quality pieces like this
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RE: Crimson Fist I : The Necrosphere
by Hulls Raven at 05 Mar 2006, 21:09
Thank you.
Its always good to know when some one enjoys your work, it gives that kind of satisfaction that makes you want to carrying writting.
I've started to re-edit my Crimson Fist II Volcane story but it could take me a week or two basically its twice the size of this one. The biggest is the last one so far.
The second story focus's during the 13th black crusade on cadia in a city called Volcane. Which has been completely overun by Chaos Night Lords.
As for the inquisition they wouldn't tell the space marines anything. Unless it served their own purpose.
I have a link for Crimson Fist II Volcane if you fancy a read. I warn you though my gramma on Crimson Fist 2 is some what sketchy. I haven't edited it yet. But the story is still in good shape I just have lots of long sentence's.
heres the link.
http://www.40konline.com/mos/index.php? ... ic=82366.0
I have a link to Crimson Fist Skin Of Evil for you
http://www.40konline.com/mos/index.php? ... ic=94887.0
Inquisitor Nathan Salvanfor does pop up again in Crimson Fist Skin Of Evil.
Its always good to know when some one enjoys your work, it gives that kind of satisfaction that makes you want to carrying writting.
I've started to re-edit my Crimson Fist II Volcane story but it could take me a week or two basically its twice the size of this one. The biggest is the last one so far.
The second story focus's during the 13th black crusade on cadia in a city called Volcane. Which has been completely overun by Chaos Night Lords.
As for the inquisition they wouldn't tell the space marines anything. Unless it served their own purpose.
I have a link for Crimson Fist II Volcane if you fancy a read. I warn you though my gramma on Crimson Fist 2 is some what sketchy. I haven't edited it yet. But the story is still in good shape I just have lots of long sentence's.
heres the link.
http://www.40konline.com/mos/index.php? ... ic=82366.0
I have a link to Crimson Fist Skin Of Evil for you
http://www.40konline.com/mos/index.php? ... ic=94887.0
Inquisitor Nathan Salvanfor does pop up again in Crimson Fist Skin Of Evil.
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RE: Crimson Fist I : The Necrosphere
by IBBoard at 06 Mar 2006, 09:20
Wow, that is rather long! The final one must be novel length I'll have to give them a read when I get more time
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RE: Crimson Fist I : The Necrosphere
by Hulls Raven at 06 Mar 2006, 16:44
Exordium Crimson Fist 4 is the last and very long. Infact i haven't yet finished it.
The fourth story is a lot different to the others. It charts Syakotus' last journey as he wonders the artic world alone with a little girl.
Plus the story is my favourite one out of the 4.
I'm half way through Crimson Fist 2 so hopefully i should be ready to post it up next week.
Once again thanks for your interest in the story.
~Raven.
The fourth story is a lot different to the others. It charts Syakotus' last journey as he wonders the artic world alone with a little girl.
Plus the story is my favourite one out of the 4.
I'm half way through Crimson Fist 2 so hopefully i should be ready to post it up next week.
Once again thanks for your interest in the story.
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RE: Crimson Fist I : The Necrosphere
by Brannick at 06 Mar 2006, 20:09
I hope you don't mind me saying this IB.
@ Hulls - I don't know whether you have considered posting your Crimson Fist work at Imperial-Literature.net? No disresepct to IB, but, the Imp-Lit site is a specialist fiction website and you will get a stack of feedback upon your work there.
Brannick
@ Hulls - I don't know whether you have considered posting your Crimson Fist work at Imperial-Literature.net? No disresepct to IB, but, the Imp-Lit site is a specialist fiction website and you will get a stack of feedback upon your work there.
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RE: Crimson Fist I : The Necrosphere
by Hulls Raven at 07 Mar 2006, 00:25
Thank You.
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