Post by MagusKariusPrelune on Sept 6, 2004 11:47:19 GMT -5
Originally posted by Addendorff
The white, armoured figures stood still, nothing moved, they looked more like statues than resolute killing machines.
*THUD* the door went,
The figures did nothing, fearless eyes gazing at the cathedral door.
*THUD* went the door again,
Twin immense, angelic forms dwarfed them. Angels in power amour, with a robe tied neatly around them.
The space marines of the White Counsels were blocked in; Captain Igneous was filled with regret that he had led his brothers into this death trap.
The sacrifice was, however, needed. Captain Igneous was Commander of the Fleet for the White Counsels.
He had led the traitor scum to this place, falling back, guiding them, into this…this death pit.
*THUD*, the ever represent reminder of the fate to come,
To ensure the safety of the rest of his company, Igneous had to sacrifice two full tactical squads.
Maybe not, if the marines could hold out for about a day, perhaps less, the rest of the company could drop-pod down, and end the siege.
*THUD* maybe not,
Either way they would fight, fight to every last drop of blood.
The Fighting Pyzanntiex weren’t far from this position, and the Rile` High Command certainly wouldn’t waste twenty space marines in this way.
*THUD*, the doors splintered.
Igneous clicked open the com-channel, short range only, there was no point in transmitting long-range nobody would be listening.
*THUD* the doors flew open, both swinging on one hinge.
A cultist screamed, brandishing his spear wildly.
The marines didn’t fire; they didn’t have the order yet.
A line of cultist appeared, all completely naked and smeared with excrement and blood.
They started to chant, beating their weapons on the floor.
Still the marines didn’t fire, Igneous wondered what their Chapline, Promeaus, would say. Some well needed prayer or war-chant. Igneous began to speak, not knowing what to say.
‘May faith be you shield, and zeal your sword. Let your mind be protected from ruiness thoughts, and your body from un-pure toxins.’<br>
The cultists stopped chanting and finished with a load in-human scream.
‘.. and no blade will touch you..’<br>
They started to march, each step an exaggeration of a stride.
‘Whilst you have the light upon you…’
The cultist’s quickened their march,
‘…you shall not fail.’<br>
The cultists were closing in, about twenty feet from the marine line.
‘In death we come too you, O Lord,’<br>
The cultists charged.
‘Fire.’<br>
The marines opened up, unleashing the wraith of the Emperor himself like a mighty storm, from hell itself opened up on the cultists, the marines muzzle flash tearing the night apart. The familiar THUD-*crack* of a bolter shell comforted Igneous.
The first line of cultists were thrown to the floor in a fountain of blood and putrid guts, Igneous savoured the throw back bolter shells gave.
The cultists after them steeped over their fallen kind, not heading the bolts whizzing past their head.
The cultists fell in droves, almost immediately the seemingly endless lines of cultists were forced backwards.
The Counsels advanced slowly towards the cultists, pouring salvo after salvo into the ranks of tortures warp scum. Their fire was sure and steady, even as the Space Marines steeped forward, their heavy boots crushing the feeble bodies of the fallen cultists.
Sergeant Terminus’s squad was pounding into the cultist line, leading the slow counter assault into the jaws of the enemy.
A rune on Igneous helmet started to blink orange. It meant a long-range com-link was being established. Using a nerve impulse, Igneous opened the com-link.
‘Cereus, confirm identity?’<br>
‘Cereus, this is Veritas, do you read?’<br>
Veritas was Promeaus’s call back name.
‘Channel clear Veritas, go ahead.’<br>
‘Your position will be secured shortly, please hold on until visual sighting has been affirmed. Received?’<br>
‘Received, Cereus out.’<br>
The rest of the Marines here would of heard that too, and it could be seen by the rigure they were expelling the cultist filth.
OOC-O.K, believe me, I have an excuse...just bare with me...
And so did october 31, 2003 pass into the conclaves history as the night of massive lock down.
The Birth of the star child is nigh, the High Lords will fall and the Emperor shall walk amoung his followers again.
The white, armoured figures stood still, nothing moved, they looked more like statues than resolute killing machines.
*THUD* the door went,
The figures did nothing, fearless eyes gazing at the cathedral door.
*THUD* went the door again,
Twin immense, angelic forms dwarfed them. Angels in power amour, with a robe tied neatly around them.
The space marines of the White Counsels were blocked in; Captain Igneous was filled with regret that he had led his brothers into this death trap.
The sacrifice was, however, needed. Captain Igneous was Commander of the Fleet for the White Counsels.
He had led the traitor scum to this place, falling back, guiding them, into this…this death pit.
*THUD*, the ever represent reminder of the fate to come,
To ensure the safety of the rest of his company, Igneous had to sacrifice two full tactical squads.
Maybe not, if the marines could hold out for about a day, perhaps less, the rest of the company could drop-pod down, and end the siege.
*THUD* maybe not,
Either way they would fight, fight to every last drop of blood.
The Fighting Pyzanntiex weren’t far from this position, and the Rile` High Command certainly wouldn’t waste twenty space marines in this way.
*THUD*, the doors splintered.
Igneous clicked open the com-channel, short range only, there was no point in transmitting long-range nobody would be listening.
*THUD* the doors flew open, both swinging on one hinge.
A cultist screamed, brandishing his spear wildly.
The marines didn’t fire; they didn’t have the order yet.
A line of cultist appeared, all completely naked and smeared with excrement and blood.
They started to chant, beating their weapons on the floor.
Still the marines didn’t fire, Igneous wondered what their Chapline, Promeaus, would say. Some well needed prayer or war-chant. Igneous began to speak, not knowing what to say.
‘May faith be you shield, and zeal your sword. Let your mind be protected from ruiness thoughts, and your body from un-pure toxins.’<br>
The cultists stopped chanting and finished with a load in-human scream.
‘.. and no blade will touch you..’<br>
They started to march, each step an exaggeration of a stride.
‘Whilst you have the light upon you…’
The cultist’s quickened their march,
‘…you shall not fail.’<br>
The cultists were closing in, about twenty feet from the marine line.
‘In death we come too you, O Lord,’<br>
The cultists charged.
‘Fire.’<br>
The marines opened up, unleashing the wraith of the Emperor himself like a mighty storm, from hell itself opened up on the cultists, the marines muzzle flash tearing the night apart. The familiar THUD-*crack* of a bolter shell comforted Igneous.
The first line of cultists were thrown to the floor in a fountain of blood and putrid guts, Igneous savoured the throw back bolter shells gave.
The cultists after them steeped over their fallen kind, not heading the bolts whizzing past their head.
The cultists fell in droves, almost immediately the seemingly endless lines of cultists were forced backwards.
The Counsels advanced slowly towards the cultists, pouring salvo after salvo into the ranks of tortures warp scum. Their fire was sure and steady, even as the Space Marines steeped forward, their heavy boots crushing the feeble bodies of the fallen cultists.
Sergeant Terminus’s squad was pounding into the cultist line, leading the slow counter assault into the jaws of the enemy.
A rune on Igneous helmet started to blink orange. It meant a long-range com-link was being established. Using a nerve impulse, Igneous opened the com-link.
‘Cereus, confirm identity?’<br>
‘Cereus, this is Veritas, do you read?’<br>
Veritas was Promeaus’s call back name.
‘Channel clear Veritas, go ahead.’<br>
‘Your position will be secured shortly, please hold on until visual sighting has been affirmed. Received?’<br>
‘Received, Cereus out.’<br>
The rest of the Marines here would of heard that too, and it could be seen by the rigure they were expelling the cultist filth.
OOC-O.K, believe me, I have an excuse...just bare with me...
And so did october 31, 2003 pass into the conclaves history as the night of massive lock down.
The Birth of the star child is nigh, the High Lords will fall and the Emperor shall walk amoung his followers again.