Post by MagusKariusPrelune on Oct 1, 2004 17:28:21 GMT -5
Originally posted by SlaaneshBen
Talsop let out a sigh. It was over. Down, on his knees, around him blood, gore, the remnants of battle. In his mind he could still hear the groaning of agony, the screams of his brothers as they were rended apart by the claws of the beast. He was even a little dazed still, unable to properly comprehend what had just happened. He pulled himself upright, and shook his head. Had all this been necessary?
The chapter had lost a good portion of the 3rd Company again. Verhesser was gone, presumably dead like the others. He had almost enjoyed seeing Verhesser vapourised like that, if he told himself the truth of the matter.
His mind began to function properly again. He looked around, looking for survivors. There were few left alive, most had lost limbs or worse. Those who were still alive had begun to stir, standing upright in pools of their own blood. Talsop aided one of his brothers up silently, and then another.
So much devastation had been wreaked. A good portion of Aliestra IV had been torn apart as well at Verhesser's request. DAMN THAT ARROGANT FOOL! The mission should have been so much simpler. But he had insisted in killing, well, nearly everything on the planet. He had suspected everything of being tainted by the time they arrived. Even a hardened veteran like Talsop found it hard to stomach some of the raids; he sighed. That was all in the past now. He could do nothing to change it, only hope that in the end, they had done the right thing.
3 Days Previously
Verhesser stood resplendent in his new armour, crafted by the best artificers on Baal. It shone brightly, the gold colour brazen and brash, rtched on his face a look of hardened resolve. He had earned this command, his position. He smiled. He had always been destined for command. Now, on the bridge of the Golden Wings battle barge, he barked out his orders.
"Prepare for deployment. Contact the Governer of this world, tell him we have arrived, and will be deploying within the hour. Tell him also to stay out of our way. We are here to quell the revolution, and do not need the prattlings of an incompetent fool distracting our efforts," snarled Verhesser. The serf nodded, and began to relay the message.
Verhesser smiled. Something easy to ease himself into his role with. The planet was in turmoil, true enough, and the expected resistance had increased considerably with each tact report that reached his hand. Even so, who were these fools to stand before the Adeptus Astartes? Who were they to stand before the noble warrior Scharles de Verhesser, Brother Captain of the 3rd Company, Blood Angels? Nothing. Nobody. Insignificant heretical fools Verhesser had come to cleanse from the surface of the planet.
"Prepare my thunderhawk," he said coldly as he left the bridge.
The first sweep over the second city of the planet had been by thunderhawk. Any large building was quickly destroyed by the massive weapons. With a rush of air the massive landers hit the earth, and out deployed the Blood Angels, lead by Verhesser.
"Kill anything and anyone. No survivors, AVE IMPERATOR!" called out Verhesser. His brothers rallied to his battle cry, before deploying into the city.
Verhesser slaughtered everything he saw. His bolter spat out hateful bursts of death, his sword cleaving any civilians who came too close. Within an hour, the city was in flames, most of its populace dead or dying. In the centre of the city, the Emperor's Chapel of Peace stood tall and proud. Verhesser and his men approached.
A priest came running out of the building, holding his arms up in surrender.
"Please, noble Angels of the Emperor, cease your violence on this..."
His words were cut short by a bolt to the head, exploding it. The mangled body hit the floor, gore soaking the graves of holy men who had previously served as priest to the surrounding community.
"Insolent dog," sneered Verhesser, smiling slightly. He spat on the body as he passed, hearing the hiss of his acidic spit as it burned through the flesh of the fallen holy man. He strode purposefully for the doors to the chapel, and kicked them open.
The ancient wooden doors splintered apart, revealing hundreds of terrified women and children, huddled together in fear at the opposite end of the church. A paralyzed silence gripped the residents of the church as Verhesser surveyed the scene. A pair of his brothers appeared at each hand.
"Your orders, Captain,"
"Burn this place. They have defiled the sanctity of this once holy house, this monument to the Emperor's mercy and omnipotence. May the cleansing flames of the Astartes purify this place, and the Emperor grant them mercy, for I can not," said Verhesser.
"As you wish, Brother Captain,"
The doors of the church were quickly barricaded, battle brothers pulling headstones from the graves out to secure the doors. Then, on Verhesser's word, the flames were ignited. It took several minutes for the chapel to catch fire properly, then, with a massive roar, the place went up. The screams of those inside resonated all around, loud and pure. Verhesser's cold face stayed exactly the same, no emotion, no change. Within a few minutes the screams were gone. Verhesser turned to leave, behind him the burning roof of the chapel caving in.
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Talsop let out a sigh. It was over. Down, on his knees, around him blood, gore, the remnants of battle. In his mind he could still hear the groaning of agony, the screams of his brothers as they were rended apart by the claws of the beast. He was even a little dazed still, unable to properly comprehend what had just happened. He pulled himself upright, and shook his head. Had all this been necessary?
The chapter had lost a good portion of the 3rd Company again. Verhesser was gone, presumably dead like the others. He had almost enjoyed seeing Verhesser vapourised like that, if he told himself the truth of the matter.
His mind began to function properly again. He looked around, looking for survivors. There were few left alive, most had lost limbs or worse. Those who were still alive had begun to stir, standing upright in pools of their own blood. Talsop aided one of his brothers up silently, and then another.
So much devastation had been wreaked. A good portion of Aliestra IV had been torn apart as well at Verhesser's request. DAMN THAT ARROGANT FOOL! The mission should have been so much simpler. But he had insisted in killing, well, nearly everything on the planet. He had suspected everything of being tainted by the time they arrived. Even a hardened veteran like Talsop found it hard to stomach some of the raids; he sighed. That was all in the past now. He could do nothing to change it, only hope that in the end, they had done the right thing.
***
3 Days Previously
Verhesser stood resplendent in his new armour, crafted by the best artificers on Baal. It shone brightly, the gold colour brazen and brash, rtched on his face a look of hardened resolve. He had earned this command, his position. He smiled. He had always been destined for command. Now, on the bridge of the Golden Wings battle barge, he barked out his orders.
"Prepare for deployment. Contact the Governer of this world, tell him we have arrived, and will be deploying within the hour. Tell him also to stay out of our way. We are here to quell the revolution, and do not need the prattlings of an incompetent fool distracting our efforts," snarled Verhesser. The serf nodded, and began to relay the message.
Verhesser smiled. Something easy to ease himself into his role with. The planet was in turmoil, true enough, and the expected resistance had increased considerably with each tact report that reached his hand. Even so, who were these fools to stand before the Adeptus Astartes? Who were they to stand before the noble warrior Scharles de Verhesser, Brother Captain of the 3rd Company, Blood Angels? Nothing. Nobody. Insignificant heretical fools Verhesser had come to cleanse from the surface of the planet.
"Prepare my thunderhawk," he said coldly as he left the bridge.
***
The first sweep over the second city of the planet had been by thunderhawk. Any large building was quickly destroyed by the massive weapons. With a rush of air the massive landers hit the earth, and out deployed the Blood Angels, lead by Verhesser.
"Kill anything and anyone. No survivors, AVE IMPERATOR!" called out Verhesser. His brothers rallied to his battle cry, before deploying into the city.
Verhesser slaughtered everything he saw. His bolter spat out hateful bursts of death, his sword cleaving any civilians who came too close. Within an hour, the city was in flames, most of its populace dead or dying. In the centre of the city, the Emperor's Chapel of Peace stood tall and proud. Verhesser and his men approached.
A priest came running out of the building, holding his arms up in surrender.
"Please, noble Angels of the Emperor, cease your violence on this..."
His words were cut short by a bolt to the head, exploding it. The mangled body hit the floor, gore soaking the graves of holy men who had previously served as priest to the surrounding community.
"Insolent dog," sneered Verhesser, smiling slightly. He spat on the body as he passed, hearing the hiss of his acidic spit as it burned through the flesh of the fallen holy man. He strode purposefully for the doors to the chapel, and kicked them open.
The ancient wooden doors splintered apart, revealing hundreds of terrified women and children, huddled together in fear at the opposite end of the church. A paralyzed silence gripped the residents of the church as Verhesser surveyed the scene. A pair of his brothers appeared at each hand.
"Your orders, Captain,"
"Burn this place. They have defiled the sanctity of this once holy house, this monument to the Emperor's mercy and omnipotence. May the cleansing flames of the Astartes purify this place, and the Emperor grant them mercy, for I can not," said Verhesser.
"As you wish, Brother Captain,"
The doors of the church were quickly barricaded, battle brothers pulling headstones from the graves out to secure the doors. Then, on Verhesser's word, the flames were ignited. It took several minutes for the chapel to catch fire properly, then, with a massive roar, the place went up. The screams of those inside resonated all around, loud and pure. Verhesser's cold face stayed exactly the same, no emotion, no change. Within a few minutes the screams were gone. Verhesser turned to leave, behind him the burning roof of the chapel caving in.
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”The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing."
- Edmund Burke (1729-1797)
"I love it when you humans talk dirty,"
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- Edmund Burke (1729-1797)
"I love it when you humans talk dirty,"
- Vaith Osis
A True Benism