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The War Between the Chaos of Death by Andrea Halcyon
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The War Between the Chaos of Death: Prologue
Date: 4 March 2006, 7:54 pm
AN: This is my first time writing Halo fiction, so if you see any mistakes, please notify me.
Death always worked around her. That's how an Vindicare Assassin always worked around, the souls and sounds of death and carnage.That's how an Vindicare Assassin has always work in the service of the Holy Emperor. The Holy Emperor that was a living demi-god, a living yet not god of war. She remembered the stories, but cared not remember them.
In front of her, and a bit to the left, was General Jaczak Strunn, a big man yet no fat dare touch his body. His body was built around a mass of muscle, seemingly, and it bothered her that the fifty six year old man, with the thin grey hair, could look as intimiating. 'He has the Imperial Guard to thank for that' she wondered again, standing rigidly at parade rest but her eyes hidden by the mask. She darted them to the man standing next to her, and to the left of Sturnn.
This man was quite different by appearance. High cheek bones, a sharp face, and a thin body frame that a Imperial Guard uniform that barely fit his body frame and mass accompanied with gave the idea that this man had seen more action than anyone other than an Officer in the Imperial Guard. He had red hair cut in a flattop that had the mark of headphones in the shape of the hair, he was also standing at parade rest. The man, she remembered, was Sergeant Tex Isguil.
Across the room, in front of the hard oak table that seperated the room in two, stood an man that had the weathered look of Tex but he was considerably older. He appeared at least sixty , but then again he wore the Space Marine battle armor of a Officer, with red and a dark white color as the paint scheme, and that changed her mind of a weak old man. He had scars along his face, the ones caused by Daemons on the Gorcian Border near Tau space. She now remembered the name, the name that caused cheers now in the Imperium. Brother-Colonel Gabriel Angelos, Captain of the Guard and the Commanding Officer of the Blood Ravens, a truly honored Space Marines Chapter.
Behind him and to the left was another man, except he was dressed in a different color scheme than Brother-Colonel Angelos. His main color was black, covering the body armor and the leggings, but the knee caps and the shoulder pads were a dark gold, and the crest of the Eagle with the Emperor's Staff visible on the right shoulder. His eyes were a bright blue, including the white and black areas of the eyes itself as he stared forward. Another she noticed about Brother-Captain Markus Havickseeker was the standard he had on his back, indicating him as the Captain of the Guard and the Commanding Officer of the Black Eagles.
Behind Gabriel and to his right was one more man, a man that appeared more worse than the rest of the men around her. Standing tall, the man stood with his black hair slick back, and a thin body that the Space Marine armor barely incompassed. On his back was his standard, also, and appeared more distinct that the rest. The symbol of the U was present, and the word: ULTRA written under it gave Brother-Captain Kevin Ladioa the distinction of being the Captain of the Guard and the commanding officer of the Ultramarines.
She then looked to herself, wearing the skin-tight Unedlau armor, along with her face mask to hide her face from the rest of the men here in the room. It was the Unspoken Law of the Vindicare Assassin Temple, to never reveil your face while on duty for the Service of the Holy Emperor. It's a miracle that man has been sleeping for the forty thousand years since his last battle... She thought to herself, remembering the battle between the Chaos Followers and the Emperor and the Grey Knights, the most holy of the Space Marine Chapters.
"Brother-Colonel Angelos, I am now imploring you to help me defeat the forces of Eldar on this planet! They are overwhelming me with their hide and seek tactics, and I have not faced as many Eldar in my life to know how they operate! My exeutive officer, Colonel Tobias, said to contact you, Brother-Captain Havickseeker and Brother-Captain Ladioa to deal with this threat!" General Sturnn asked, his eyes red with tiredness and the natural occurance of bleeding.
"I personally know Colonel Tobias, and I know he would not have sent for me unless he thought it was nessecary. However, I somewhat doubt your judgement in this case. Why all three of us?" Angelos replied back, with the look of sad grief in his eyes. She recalled the mission where Angelos had to call a Cleasning upon the world of Ciren, his homeworld, after it was overrun with the forces of Chaos and the warlike Orks. She also remembered that he would not hear the sound of the surrendering forces of Chaos. She remembered calmly that his wife defected, becoming a member of Chaos. He killed her, with his own hands, and he turned cold. She however recalled the time when he killed the Chaos force of the Death Legion, and ignored their pleas for surrender. An eye for a eye... She thought.
"My men are not cut out for the Eldar. We already taken out the Orks on the northern continent, but the Eldar are stopping my forces. Besides, we had...Miss Halcyon, can you shut the door?"
She nodded in agreement, turning her body around to grab the door and gently close it shut.
"We've encountered something new, something that very much scares me to death. This new...alien race we've encountered are all on their own, far away in the Warp. They use plasma weapons, very weak mind you, but something they mass up and they're taken out two divisions ran by new cadets, third lieutenants, and I have to replace the units. The plan was for you there to continue the fight here with divisions and companies that you think can handle the fight on Oros IV, but then we take our best men through the Warp and fight these beasts. They're heretics, Angelos, they believe in 'Gods' rather than in our Holy Emperor."
Miss Andrea Halcyon was caught off-guard by that statement. A new race?! Hidden even from the Vindicare Temple Assassins?! This warranted her attention, even if it costed her life totally.
"A new race? Finally, for the glory of the Emperor, we shall strike it down!"
"Patience, Brother Ladioa. Rushing into battle unprepared is not going to win any battles." Angelos said, turning his head towards the young Ultramarines Commander. Then, softly, silently, he turned his head towards General Sturnn and his party.
"So, what is the finer details of this plan?"
Planet Sigma Alphanus I, In the Salusa Lambda System
Inner Colony
Currently under attack by the Covenant/Elite forces
Held by: Field Marshall Gunter Holksburg's 131st ODST Battalion
Human Ships: None
Covenant Ships: Twelve
The Covenant ships held their orbit tightly, paitenity waiting for the word to begin the last plans of the battle, to glass the planet to obivilion. The flagship for the battle group, Hope's Blade, was commanded by Ship Master Ona Eds'amee, with the Lesser Ship Master Elryon as the second in command. Currently, they received no word of the Brute's betryal, and the battle group remained still the 'Covenant'.
Truth is, the moral has been better and the cold shoulder between the Brutes and the Elites had calmed recently, and the Ship Master had detected no hate in the words 'Excellency' when he reported anything. Ona smiled to himself as he viewed the blockcage that his battle group had created.
"Excellency, there is a nearby warphole opening twenty thousand units away. Sensors showing that two ships are exiting. It could be a Slipspace opening, or something else. Either way, Excellency, I am considerably worried." Elryon reported, bowing as he stood in front of Ona.
Ona scratched his manibles, before he closed his eyes and breathed in.
"Send the Shield of Reconciliation in to investigate. It can handle any human vessel, and I need to concentrate on the battle group. But, Elyron, thank you for reporting this to me. You're on the way to becoming a fine Ship Master in the Covenant." Ona said, forming his mandibles into a smile as he viewed Elyron form a smile of his own.
"Thank you, Ship Master. I will do what you ask." He said, before turning around and heading towards the communication's station, occupied by Apprentice Rela Redo'amme.
Ona turned towards his hand-held screen on his chair, switching it so that the televiewer was now watching the Shield head towards the blue vortex in space. He knew that the humans would die, now, and that the valiant holding of the colony would be in vain.
The smile instantly disappeared when the first ship exited, the mere mass of it dwarfed the largest ship in his Battle Group. It had several large guns that dwarfed even the 'mack' guns that Humans operated. It fired a barrage, cutting down the shields of the Shield before the barrage cut through the armor and seperated the ship into three pieces, floating away as the ship rammed through, heading towards the battle group.
"Did you see that, Excellency?!" Senior Apprentice Anre And'amme yelled, looking in horror as he viewed it from his own screen. The large ship then was joined by another one, looking the same except it differed in color from the first's red and dark white. This one had black and gold upon it, and it appeared armored as the same.
"Fire the plasma, now!" Ona yelled, and looked back at his view screen, hoping that they would affect it. The blue plasma launched from all of the eleven ships, the blue orbs of death flying towards their objectives. They smacked against the ships, but then Ona's eyes widen as they only left a black score mark upon it.
"Send the ships back on the surface. The planet's heavy cloud cover will conceal our positions. We cannot do anything to the ship at the present moment."
The first ship that exited the Warp was the Raven's Claw, the flagship of the Blood Ravens Chapter's fleet, and it was the only that destroyed the weak Covenant ship. In the bridge of the massive behemoth stood Brother-Colonel Gabriel Angelos and Vindicare Assassin Andrea Halcyon, while the Techpriests and the Servitors worked at their stations, making sure the vessel performed at it's best.
"Look at the weaker ships, fleeing! Their plasma weapons did nothing to hurt our armor! Is this what you were talking about, Sturnn?"
Sturnn, who had just entered the bridge, walked up and stood behind Gabriel.
"Somewhat. These ships are weak, but their ground forces are a force to reckon with."
"For the Imperial Guard, yes. For your mighty Kashrin squads, maybe. For the Space Marines, no."
Sturnn nodded, taking his place near the door of the bridge as he stood tall, looking out towards the planet.
"Brother-Colonel, we have information that would please you."
"Tell me, Techpriest." He ordered, looking at the nearby Techpriest who spoke up from the sensor station.
"Our sensors report a large debris field where the enemy was located. One of the debris had, in Imperium Basic, the words Valley Forge. It was a human ship, not a Chaos, not anything else. A human ship!"
Gabriel leaned back in his chair, staring forward. He sighed, before he looked back at Assasin Halcyon.
"Miss Halcyon, since the death of my exeutive officer, I need a temporary XO that can perform ship duties. I am making you that temporary XO. Agreed?"
She finally spoke for the first time in his prescence, her voice soft and somewhat cool.
"I agree, Brother-Colonel."
"Warm up the 2nd Company, and send them down with Havickseeker's men and Ladioa's strike team."
"Yes, Brother-Colonel." Assassin Halcyon replied, moving to a salute, then dropping it and leaving the bridge to conduct Angelos' orders.
"The battle is about to begin...and I will avenge them all..."
"Get those blue blooded bastards!!" Sergeant Richard Guily yelled, pointing his finger towards the advancing file of Grunts coming up the slope. His troops, 1st Squad of 2nd Platoon, fired their BR55 'Battle' Rifles onto the running column, kicking up dirt and dust as the Grunts fell like weeds, where explosions and gunfire erupted everywhere.
The Grunt column broke, the fire from the Orbital Shock and Drop Troopers was enough to break their entire morale as they retreated. Corporal Wilkins, the M19 SSM Rocket Jocky of the squad, fired one round ahead of the retreating Grunts. It was caught in the middle of the retreating Grunts, causing them to fly everywhere, their bodies flaying.
Then, a squad of Brutes advancing, dressed in full war-gear armor advanced upon the Helljumpers, firing their red bolts of plasma against the hill as they tried to overrun the humans holding the hill. The Helljumpers returned fire, yelling and screaming as they fired at each other. Three Brutes survived as they jumped over the sandbag wall that protected the humans. Two men, PFC Joesph Davis and PFC Richard Halsey, opened fire upon them with their shotguns, the shells entering in their bodies and causing enough damage, along with the firing of the BR55s, to kill them.
The squad let out a cheer, before it abrubtly stopped as they viewed the ships, the Covenant ships, entering orbit.
"Will the battle ever end, Sarge?" Lance Corporal Edgar Williams asked, holding his battle rifle close to him.
"I dunno, son, but by the looks of it, we'll all be heros today."
TO BE CONTINUED.
The War of Humans: Chapter One
Date: 23 March 2006, 6:03 pm
Shit. That was the only word that Sergeant Richard Guily thought as he saw the large ships make planetfall onto the planet. Swells of fear and guilt, things that he wished he had done with his wife Emily back on Earth, he had wanted to know if his son would live to see a glorious Earth empire. Now, he realized, he had lost all oppurtunity as he saw the advancing company of Brutes running towards the hill.
"Men, it's been a honor to serve with you." He said, arming his BR55 as he aimed towards the advancing mass of Brutes. Aiming down the scope, he counted how many shots it would take to bring one of those alien bastards down. Not enough He thought, as he breathed in, and prepared to fire.
Suddenly, from the sky shot down pods twice as big as a Scorpion Battle Tank, landing in the thick of the Brutes. There were only two of them, however, and managed to only wipe out half of the advancing column. The Brute's gathered around, confused by the red and white scheme. Without warning, the doors to the pods blasted open, and fire rained out from the doors. Brutes were cut down almost instantly, and then the Sergeant saw what caused this destruction.
Nine men, dressed in battle that reminded him of the Mark V armor worn by the Chief except it was bulkly, and it was huge. It was a miracle how they moved that quickly with it. The nine men also had a huge gun, with a big clip in it's ammo holder, and in the other hand was a chainsaw-like weapon. It was scary to even look at as the men brutally cut down the Brute attack force, shooting and killing as they tried to retreat. The other pod opened, revealing more troops dressed in the same armor cutting down the retreating troops with their weapons.
They let out a cheer, raising their weapons as one of the men walked towards the hill. Sergeant Guily waved down to his squad, ordering them to not fire. The man, with red hair cut in a flattop and no facial hair, he had the look of complete destruction upon his face. He looked like he had seen more war in his life than he had seen anything else. Love, caring, fun, it seemed to Richard that he was bred for war.
"Are you the leader of these men?" The man asked, his voice gruff as it spoke over the ruffling of his standard, a Raven with a drop of blood on its tail, as it battled the wind."Aye, I am." Richard Guily replied, his Irish accent ringing out as the man studied him.
"Your men put up a hellva fight against those weak beasts. I congratulate you on your defense. However, I am asking you to leave the area, due to the fact that this will be the new base for my command. I suggest you hurry, else the Xenos will overrun your position."
"I got orders to hold this hill. Unless your commander has permission from my commander, I suggest you to leave my troops alone."
The other man smiled, extending his hand, which seemed more robotic than human.
"Sergeant Tex Isguil, platoon leader of the 135th Kashrin Squad." He said, with a smile that seemed more of happiness of the lust of war then happiness of love.
He shook the hand. "Sergeant Richard Guily, of the 7th Calvary, Orbital Shock and Drop Trooper Battalion." He replied. The man gripped his hand
and base up on this hill. I suggest we move to the other hill, before they land a Field Command on us."
Richard nodded, moving his hand in a circular motion that gave his men the signal to move out. Although against orders, he had a feeling that the men could hold the hill a lot more efficently than anyone currently at the moment, including the ODSTs.
"Hope your men, Tex, can stop the limitless flow of Covenant."
The Valkryie Assault Vessel dropped into the atmosphere of the planet, wind sweeping off it's angled wings as it slowed down its descent. But, the pilot of the vessel looked down its viewport, the VTOL momentaryly stopping in mid-air. Inside, Brother-Colonel Gabriel Angelos and Assassin Halcyon looked at the pilot, who wore the rank of Brother-Lieutenant.
"Brother, why have you stopped?" Gabriel asked, looking at the man who stopped the VTOL's descent to the forward command base set up.
"There's one man, taking on a limitless amount of those beasts. I am requesting we help him."
"He alone? With what?"
"One of those archaic weapons, not a Bolter. I think we need to help."
"Very well. Drop me and Miss Halcyon, we'll end this threat right now." Gabriel said, and was about to speak again when a man slowly walked out of the corner of the Valkryie's loading bay. Dressed in the same armor of the foot soldier, he however wore a different helmet than the gasmask-like helmet that regular Marines wore. The helmet he wore was a skull-like helmet, with a white complexion to it and the standard of the Blood Ravens attached to his back-platepack. His helmet and armor scheme, which had bigger shoulder pads, idenified him as a Chaplain.
"I wish to accompany you, Brother." He said, asking politely but his tone gave away that he could be angrier if he wanted to.
"Chaplain Varnus, I'm asking you to stay aboard, we need exceptional commanders to..."
"I need to fight the heretics against the Holy Emperor, Brother. I must join you in combat." He said again, his tone more firmer than before.
"Alright, Brother. You may join us."
The Brutes raged around a foxhole, which fire opened up expertly and aiming in careful positions. Neck, face, certain lobes, the man knew where to fire and how to fire. The man, dressed in green armor, jumped up from his foxhole, throwing a Covenant Plasma Grenade onto one of the Brutes; the plasma flame burning off skin as the Brute screamed before the grenade itself exploded, ripping off body parts and spreading flame in a short area before the arcs of fire disappeared. More Brutes came running into the area, which caused John-117 to curse silently to himself. He coughed up blood, which let a stain onto the ground due to the lack of a helmet that lost itself in his descent into the area. Only once, back on the Ringworld, had he been in such a dire situation like this. And this time,He thought, slipping a new clip into his BR55, firing above the hole as the Brute's slowly incircled him, trying to inspire fear within the Spartan warrior.
"This is Spartan One One Seven, requesting support, over?" He asked, his firm and tired voice giving away to torture ebbing away at his mental health, as plasma fire erupted all around him. Static met his request, which caused him to curse yet again, sticking the BR55 into his shoulder for more accuracy.
That's when he heard the whine of a falling object, which his mind caculated as a Elite Drop Pod. He didn't care to look up, he merely turned back into the foxhole and looked upwards. His eyes now told him he was incorrect in his guess.
In the skies above the Chief, three armored pods ejected from the underbelly of the Valkryie, which then continued on its journey at its speed, which left the three pods, and their users, to the hands of their own. The three pods slammed into the ground, about fifty feet away from the Brute circle that they formed. The doors slammed open, the door to Assassin Halcyon's actually flying off it's hinges and slamming into a nearby Brute. The Brute screamed and fell down to its knees while a large door cut itself into the alien beast. The circle turned around to face this new threat, which John also looked at from his somewhat safe position.
Chaplain Varnus was the first to exit from his own pod, but exit is not the correct term for the way he left. Using powered rocket boosters attached from his armored legs, he was able to fly from the pod to about fifteen feet above a group of Brutes. He did not hover, instead he threw himself down, screaming, as he swung his Daemonhammer unto the group, causing ripples of energy to fling out, throwing the Brutes like they were simple toys.
"This is what stands in front of the Mighty Emperor!? How dare you challenge him with your weak generosity of combat! I will slit your throats, and declare your deaths in the name of the Holy Emperor! Courage and honour, be my guide" He screamed, swinging the hammer to make a circle around him, practically daring a Brute to come and try his strength against Aragar Varnus.
One Brute did, to which Varnus smiled as his grip on the Daemonhammer, a long pole that had an heavy block-like square of steel that was infused with the hardest metal known to the Imperium to form a battlehammer able to even cause serious damage to a Daemon such as Khrone, tighten as he viewed the Brute coming up.
"I will curse your soul among the thousands of Chaos forces that I have killed, you puny weak creature!" He yelled, to which the Brute screamed as it banged its chest like a ape. It then broke into a sprint, closing the distance between him and Varnus in a flash. With speed that surprised Varnus, it pushed him down to the ground with enough force to cause him to gasp for air. It picked up the Daemonhammer, and gripped it in his hands to swing downwards, to kill Varnus, when the sound of a Keerrrshoo was heard.
The Brute dropped the Daemonhammer behind his head, falling to his knees as if to show Varnus the gapping hole in his head. Varnus, after viewing the Brute, he looked to where he heard the sound of the heavy bolter. His eyes turned towards Assassin Halcyon, her M26 Heavy Bolter-Class Sniper Rifle securely in her hands, as Varnus formed a smile upon his hidden face. Jumping up, which caused a small spike of fear for the human's strength due to the armor, he made a grab for the Daemonhammer, lifting it up seemingly restlessly, before he spoke to the crowd of Brutes, now somewhat afraid to challenge the human.
"You dared to challenge me, yet you stand here and let me pray for my Emperor!? Fight me, beasts of weakness, or serve me!" Aragar Varnus yelled once more, the banner of the Blood Ravens swinging to the wind as he spoke with such a powerful tone of voice that, to the younger Brutes, scared their own souls to a half death. After a few silent and somewhat peaceful moments for Assassin Halcyon and Brother-Colonel Angelos, who now stood next to Andrea, looked upon the site as one by one, the Brutes fell to an kneeling position. All, except for one, knelt with their heads down and knowningly that the strange human, who so easily won their respect by the way he fought, could kill them all if he felt it. The one, however, seemed to be the leader. With white rippling fur that seemed more of a genetic caste instead of growing and aging, the Brute looked at Varnus and took steps forward, and was within arm's reach of Varnus.
"I refuse to bow to you, Human. I have fought aliens and other creatures longer than you have, and I will tell you the Brutes will never stay under your grip for as long as we will ourselves to our hertiage! Have you forgotten that, brothers?! You forgotten your true path, the path of death and destruction, the path of the Prophets! The path of-" At the moment, Varnus screamed out with rage as he punched the Brute with his powered fist, a robotic-like construct of the armor that was powerful enough to punch through the Brute's thick skin. The Brute looked down at the hand which punched through him, then felt the fist grab tightly onto his stomach. And, with another scream, Varnus ripped it out of the Brute's body, causing him to fall to the ground, the internal bleeding taking over his body, before the hole slowly dripped blood. The Brutes around Varnus, which began to stand up at the eldar Brute's speech, quickly dropped down to their knees again.
Varnus leaned close to the near dead Brute, who was still on his knees."Do not worry, brother. I shall bury you with full honors as a brave warrior."
The Brute said nothing, but merely looked into the death-stare of Varnus' helmet, which to him seemed more of an evil yet humble human. He nodded, carefully, understanding what the human was asking due to his knowledge of the language the 'vermin'. Then, quietly, the eyes of the Brute closed, and the body fell backwards, hitting the ground hard.
"You all, move and report to the forward command. Assassin Halcyon, can you make sure you accompany them?"
Assassin Halcyon nodded in her position, while she moved forward to Aragar Varnus' position in the middle.All the while, Spartan-117 already shouldered his weapon and began to walk towards Varnus. His helmet was already back on, since it was only a few meters away from his foxhole, and he appeared a bit hesitant to face Varnus.
"Who are you?" He asked, in his deep voice that often scared lesser troops. Except, from what the Chief saw a few moments ago, it would take a lot, if anything, to scare Aragar Varnus. Varnus, turning his head, smiled under his helmet, before he placed his hands on the back of the Skull Helmet, and the hissing sound of compressed air was heard as he took it off, revealing his face.
He had short brown hair, that seemed more of a white complexion than brown, but the brown could still be seen. Apparently, what the Chief thought, was that he must of been scared out of his ass when he was a child, because the white was too bright to be grey. His eyes were cold, and the color of his eyes were red around the ring, and were bloodshot. He had seen more combat than the Chief ever had, and this is what gave the Chief a quiet and calm spike of fear.
"I am Brother-Chaplain Aragar Varnus, co-commanding officer of the Blood Ravens and member of the Guard of The Space Wolves. Who are you?" He asked, in a tone that gave him a slight anger and resentment in his voice. John did it all the time. He pressed his hands to his helmet, and squeezed two buttons on the side, causing it to decompress air and he was able to slip it out. His face was about the same, with brown aubrun hair but white milky skin due to being in the suit for the time. He did not smile, but saluted to the oddly ranked man.
"Spartan One One Seven, sir."
The hard oak wood desk was all that was in the room, besides the paintings and the decorations, such as awards and the doctoriate of the officer's room Chaplain Varnus. Colonel Angelos, and Assassin Halcyon currently stood in. The female officer sitting in the chair wore her hair semi-short, within the military regulations of no hair touching the collar, but she had a firiness in her eyes that spoke of unconditional glory, and honor, to run through her. On the desk was the name 'KEYES'.
"I want to thank you for saving my men. The Brute Strike Force was causing my men headaches, and since Field Marshall von Holksburg is fighting in the mountains, I have been running this battle rather single-handly. You entering the battle saved half my troops, and not to mention the best soldier I have within my army." Commander Miranda Keyes spoke, with a simple delacour to her voice as to sound appressashsion in her voice, but Varnus knew she was acting. He could feel her exhaustion all the way from across the room. Not wearing his Skullmet, he made a quick snap of the man standing behind the desk and to the left of Keyes. He was the one they saved, this 'One-One-Seven' man he had protected.
He was wearing his suit, but he was not wearing his helmet. With this snap, Varnus was able to actually get a good look at his face.
With a broken nose that was bent, the man was keeping his military bearing and looking straight, which was where Varnus was standing. Aragar got a good look into the dark blue eyes of the man who was known as a Spartan, and it caused a spike of...What is it? Saddness? I lost that a long time ago. It has to be something of a viligant honor. Or something. He concluded within his mind as he viewed the man. This man was like him, bred for war and kept in a state of war. The difference between the two was that Aragar was born in a current age of war, while this man was merely bred for it during an era of peace. How lucky.
Andrea was also not wearing her helmet, due to the severity of the situation and it was a formal meeting with another human race, way beyond her own galaxy, and that delegated the respect of her showing her face. It was milky white also, since she is nearly always wearing the helmet and suit. Her face was what we considered 'scarless', a term defined for those who had faced death and not recieved a scratch. One of her eyes was blue, the other green, and around the retina was wisps of red strains, her eyes blood-shot from her lack of sleep. To Andrea, this One-One-Seven guy and her had a lot in common.
"It is of no worry, Commander. We are merely here to conduct a Cleansing upon this race you call the Covenant. We'll corrodinate with your forces and we'll secure this planet by the end of the month." Angelos boldly stated, knowing that Commander Miranda Keyes knew nothing of what he spoke of besides the statement of securing the planet. He smiled, while Varnus did nothing. Varnus did nothing nowadays, nothing at all. It is what scares the men who fight with him. Varnus used to be cheerful, a good chaplain who fought well and was naturally airy all the time. A smile always accompany his face when you spoke to him, and he would smile as he walked away. He used to always smile, you would say, until the day he lost his little Kyle. That's how the limeric goes, when his wife and son were captured by Chaos forces when Zeteria VII was raided by the Iron Fists, one of the Space Marines chapters who allied with Horus. He later learned, from a close friend of the family, was that his wife died in captivity and his son was now a Chaos Marine. An Aspiring Champon, to be precise. Now, the smile never shows. He is always angry, with hate and detesation, with malice and revenge. He is chaos, to be precise, held on the Imperial Leash.
"A bold statement, Colonel Angelos, but from what I saw today from your Marines I suspect that is merely an estimation. John, escort the gentlemen and lady to their respective rooms, then come back here. I need to debrief you."
A near silent "Yes 'mam" was heard from the soldier, as he walked across the small room to the other side, opening the door and silently waited for the men to file out. When Varnus, the last person to exit, walked past John, a thing that Varnus had never saw anyone else do happened. Varnus looked him straight in the eye, and he did not flinch. Aragar had never known anyone, including an officer or even an Inquistor, to make direct eye contact and keep it with him for more than five seconds. John was getting up on fifteen. Aragar formed a slight curl around the lips, as if stifling a smile, before he spoke.
"John, is it? I heard stories about you, about how you saved mankind against blasted xenos at least twice. In the Imperium, my boy, we call that a day's work."
The War of Humans: Chapter Two
Date: 27 August 2006, 9:11 pm
The Space Marines slowly moved their guns across the trenches' marked holes, made for their huge Bolter guns' muzzles to fit through. Space Marines armed with Rocket Launchers hid in the rocks behind the trench, on the higher ground as the Scout Marine snipers hid in the surrounding hills. The two flags of the Blood Ravens and the Ultramarines were hung on the posts on the backs of the Sergeants, fluttering with the wind. The open plain in front of the mile-long trench was filed with bodies of humans and the xenos, which caused Tex to wince slightly as he picked up his mobile communication's headset from his belt. Tapping it twice, he had access into the Space Marine's communication's network.
-Radio Transmissions-
SGTIsguil-This is Sergeant Isguil, report in.
SQ1: Scout Squad One, all clear.
SQ2: Scout Squad Two, everything's clear.
SQ3: This is Scout Squad Three, picking up possible xeno activity. Permission to investigate, sir.
SGTIsguil: Permission granted. Update every...
SQ3: Wait...what the hell is that?! Leader, take a look...
SGTIsguil: Report, Squad Three.
SQ3: Sir, I'm reading Eldar forces! A huge load of them, attacking the xenos on the foggy side sir!
SGTIsguil: Verify for check, Squad Leader.
SQL: Verifing...verifing...Hot damn! Biel-Tan cronkers, and they're diverse. I see traitors, assault mechs, everything. They're fighting the xenos to the death, but the xenos are holding out. Should we attack?
SGTIsguil: And let them know our position? No, they can wait. Relay the corrodinates to Assassin Halcyon, she'll take care of this situation.
-End Transmissions-
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Andrea was the last person to be issued a room, but she was walking with John towards her quarters and she now figured it would be a good time to ask a question.
"John, why are you called One One Seven? Is that Code?" She asked, in a quiet yet somewhat demanding voice that surprised John a bit. It reminds me too much of me. Which explains why I feel welcomed near her. I think she feels the same way John thought, as he looked around with his blue eyes. Andrea looked upon his face with her own as they locked eyes, blue meeting blue, gaze meeting gaze, understanding meeting understanding.
"I was taken away as a child..." John began, sitting down on the nearby rock, which Andrea sat on the nearby rock next to John. "I was six. They replaced me with a flash clone, but the clone died of heart complications about a month after I left. I was born on a planet in the Eriadnus system, far away from here, where pirates and the UNSC touched each other with the sword. What little I remember about my parents, it's nothing to regain the so called 'happiness' I had during those times."
Andrea listened carefully, hands on her armored knees as she let her ears touch over the words of John himself.
"I trained my whole life. From six to now, I've trained to kill any enemy, any place, any time. Six months ago, UNSC personnell and I were marooned on a fortress-world called Halo. There, I nearly lost my sanity, but I managed to escape. Look, I would like to ask you the same question you asked me. Why are you called Assassin Halcyon?" He asked, the blue eyes making more contact with hers, except for the tear stain on his face. She could tell it pained him to talk about his past, which meant under the skin of the warrior in front of her was a man who could love.
"I was born on the world of Xerian IV, to the parents of wealthly shippers and traders. When I was nineteen I applied to be a member of the Imperial Guard, as an officer. I was able to become one due to my parents being members of the High Order. Like nobles. I became an Commisar and helped with two mass battles with the 105th Cadian Regiment on Arax Prime and Tervive V. I led a platoon of Kashrin, elite Imperial Guard, before I proved my shooting skills with a lasgun on Arax Prime. I was accepted into the Vindicare Assassin Temple, and now I do what I am ordered to."
John was confused, almost as confused as Andrea was when he told his tale, but like her, he made no contact. She was different from him, no doubt, but he could relate to her on her soldiering experience. That's when a buzzing was heard, to which Andrea grabbed a device on her web belt, flipping the flap on top of it off as clear transmissions came into its receiver.
"Assassin Halcyon, please respond."
"I'm here. Who's asking?"
"Sergeant Isguil."
She smiled.
"Sergeant, it's good to hear you. Command thought they lost you in the inital landing. What's the problem?"
"Andrea, we got problems. One of my scout crews reports Eldar battling the xenos on the other side of...what is it, Sergeant...Mount Crisco. Thinks it's Gabriel's ghosts, Biel-Tan."
"I know where that is." John chipped in, looking at her as she lifted her head from the communications device to her companion sitting next to her. She nodded, a small smile forming at the edges of her lips, before she went down to the communication device.
"I got a guide to take me to the mountain. I'll check this claim out, Tex."
"Gotcha Andy. I'll see you with the ground pounders. Emperor Protects." He added in, but the last two words were said with drowned out annoyance that caused Andrea to smile. Neither enjoyed saying the required goodbye. She looked up at John, now her eyes contained a hint of easeness.
"Well, let's go."
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Andrea held her sniper rifle close to her, the butt of the rifle into her shoulder as he carefully watched the dirt path ahead of her while the rain made the trail muddy. John, behind her with a M90 shotgun, watched the area around her left and right, occasionally turning his head to check both of their backs before turning it back to check on Andrea. It was quiet, too quiet for John, and that's what started the goosebumps trailing up his arm. He gripped the shotgun tightly, watching Andrea as she sulked. Then, the unexpected happened.
She simply dropped to the ground, spralled out as if a ragdoll. The Chief nearly dove onto her, taking off her helmet to get a visual conformation of her being okay. Her face was normal, except for the eyes. They darted along, confused, scaried.
"What's the matter, Andrea?" He asked, with as much senerity as he could muster, before he saw what happened.
Something shimmered in front of him, and instincts told him stealthed Elite, so he rose the shotgun in a flash, shooting the shells out forward before they connected. The thing fell, but the stealth camouflage did not deactivate. He saw more shimmers, which caused him to fire again and again. He saw the things fell, but then stopped as he felt something puntructered his skin, his eyes opening as he felt a needle hit his skin. He figured it was a injection, but he ignored it due to his resiliance to drugs of the sort. He fired his shotgun again, heard the thump of a body, but then looked as he knew he was out of ammo.
"Dammit!" He cursed, throwing his shotgun in the direction of the enemies on the road. He took a rock, and threw it at one of the shimmers. He heard the crack of glass, as if he broke a visor, and then screams as the thing ran away. Suddenly, four more needles hit him in the back, causing him to yell in pain as he arched his back, before falling on the body of Andrea...
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The room was small, at least that's how John saw it with tired eyes as he awoke. It was naturally dark, which was good for his eyes as he tried to stand up, but couldn't. He looked down to his legs and hands, tied to a chair as he sighed. That's when the nearby door opened, or rathered slammed, and into the room stepped in a man that John immediately, and for once in his life, became down right disturbed and strickened with overwhelming fear.
The man wore huge armor, but walked around as if it weighed nothing. His face was covered in tatoos of death and destruction, and blood was dripping from his chin, as if he drank it moments before and rather enjoyed the taste. He smiled, the blood stained teeth giving him the ulitmate look of evil as he closed the door behind him, a light slowly turning on. He walked over to John, and lifted his chin rather easily, even while John resisted.
"Never saw a human like you." He quoted, in a rather dry voice that sounded on the verge of manical lust of death and evil as he viewed the man before he took out a long dagger-like knife, hooked and blood stained. He stabbed deep into John's leg, but not a word nor sound exited John. Only the slight eye bulge and the clencing of teeth that followed.
"It hurts, doesn't it?!" He said, laughing as he twisted it, which John gave a very low moan as he held onto the arms of the chair tightly. The man laughed again, before the door opened gently, and another man dressed in armor entered in the same design, only he wore a oddly evil looking helmet and a long staff.
"Anton, that's all wrong." He said, in a gentle and soft voice that reminded John of proper English, without the accent. It was somewhat nerving to John, but he felt he was a bit more merciful than so called 'Anton'.
"Gah, I need to kill or hurt something! Matthias, I've haven't killed anything in a day or so and the bloodlust is killing me!" He said, laughing as he accented killing. Matthias chuckled himself, snapping his fingers. A man, wearing a neck brace and some sort of clothing around his extremities, walked in like an ape.
"What does Masters want?!" He asked, in a happy and pleased voice. Matthias smiled as Anton screamed, ripping out the knife out of the Chief's leg and throwing it into the eye of the man. He screamed, falling backwards before Anton was upon him, driving his knife into the man's stomach and heart in a bloodlust. Matthias just laughed menicilly as John threw up, his puke flying out of his mouth onto the floor. He looked up, and nearly threw up again as he saw Anton grab the head of the man and rip it off the neck, blood squrting out at a fast rate.
John's eyes were open, but he had no movement as he sat in the ten feet by ten feet white room, with a large machine hooked up to his eyes and his head. A figure, in some kind of armored suit, operated the machine as John tried to move off the chair. The door to the room opened wide, and in stepped another armored figure. However, this figure appeared more female than the other one, and her helmet delegated to something not human, but humanoid in nature.
"Has he revealed any information yet?" She asked, in a slippery like voice that sounded like wind ontop of water.
"Not yet, Farseer. I think we should try to directly ask him questions, he appears to be trained to handle the type of interrogations the Chaos use."
Farseer Macha nodded, and closed the door behind her as the other figure, who spoke with the same slippery water voice but somewhat rougher, turned off the machine. John shook his head, looking around in the room as the machine was totted away by the other figure. Macha walked up to John, then knelt on one knee as she was now looking at him face to face.
"I apologize for the rough simulation, but we had to imploy it since humans have been torturing our people. It's what you call an eye for an eye. My name is not important right now, but you must know something is not right on this world, and for me to tell you I have to know things. Simple things, no defense plans or battle strageties. Simple things." She said, with a slight delacour to her voice.
John was not sure about this. The pain was gone, but that machine made it feel so...real in nature that it frighten him. But this woman, or whatever she was, was asking simple questions. He finally nodded in agreement.
"What is your name?"
"John, I.D number One One Seven. Serial Number..." Riika's hand went up, as if to stop him.
"I said simple questions. I do not need to know your serial number, nor your I.D. John would of been just right. What were doing in the mountain area?"
"Hunting down these people called..."
"Eldar. Yes. My people.We followed Gabriel and his forces here to this planet, to find an artifact. That's besides the point. Can you relay the details of your childhood?"
John immediately spoke up at this.
"No, you can't! That's private information that I am not telling you!' He yelled, his face in the faceplate of Macha's. The Eldar Farseer sighed, and in a flash her hands were on his head, grabbing around his head as her open palms closed around his ears.
"I did not want to do this, but you force this upon yourself."
He clenched his teeth, his eyes wide with terror as it felt like his mind was being ripped out slowly, painfully, and...the feeling was awkward. It was against his permission, like he was being raped. He arched his back as he groaned in pain, but the Farseer did the same. John grabbed the sides of the chair to grip something. The pain he was feeling was unbearable, and the thoughts he had being viewed at will...it was an odd feeling.
Finally, she let her hands drop from John's head, her helmeted head directly staring into John's eyes. John, knowing the situation, did not back down from this challenge. How could he, being the last Spartan and, perhaps, the only human with knowledge of these aliens.
"You...you weren't playing dumb with me..." She said, rubbing her head. Strangely, John could feel why as he felt the headache within his head as well.
"John...I know about the Flood. We have the same problems, perhaps even more so than you do. The only difference, between our problem, is that the Tyranids are capible of starship travel...and...perhaps...everyone is at risk."
John shook his head, and his thoughts travelled towards the battles he had on countless worlds against them...No...these were not his. They were her's...her battles against the 'Tyranids'...the battles against the green skins, the battles against the dark armored skeletons...but, he looked up at her, when she reached the battles with Humans.
One thought clicked. The death of her.
He lanched himself off of his chair, his strength and adrenline breaking the straps as he reached for her neck...
The War of Humans: Chapter Three
Date: 6 October 2006, 3:34 am
Isguil looked out towards the rising sun, the red sun coming over the mountains abading the snow covered mountains themselves as his eyes scanned the tops of them. He harsly remembered the lesson of the Heretics on Serphieres Prime, where they fired down on the mountains to kill he and his Guardsmen.
"Thank the power of the...In the name of the Emperor, what the hell is going on?!" He whispered, watching a giant dust cloud appear upon the plain in front of the miles long trench the Imperial Guardsmen and the Space Marines managed to create in the time frame of half a day. That's when he picked up his lasgun, aiming the futuristic weapon down the trench, as other Space Marines did so with their bolters and Heavy Bolters.
The sound of instrauments that reminded the red haired sergeant of drums, and growls of the alien xenos, were easily heard as the Guardsmen and the Space Marines prepared for the greatest battle they could ever face. The dust cloud settled, and then the sight of thousands upon thousands of Brutes, Elites, Grunts, Jackals, even Hunters were present in the mass of Xeno. One Guardsman near Isguil shivered. He looked over to Aragar Varnus, the Chaplain who knew he had to say words of comfort.
"Listen to me, my brothers! Today, we are fighting for humanity in this epic and great battle! Men, women, children's lives all depend on how we each fight, how we win, how we become legends!" He yelled, lifting his Daemonhammer high up in the air.
"We fight not only for them, but for the Holy Emperor!" He yelled again, causing cheers upon cheers in the defensive line. The Guardsmen, the Kashrin, and the Space Marines all prepared to fight to the death in the upcoming battle.
"For the Emperor!" He screamed, jumping over the trench and running down the hill leading to the plain. Screams were being yelled high in the air, as the Guardsmen and the Space Marines lifted themselves out of the trench and began to rush down the hill. The Covenant Forces were taken aback, these humans were not the same they fought with for over the years. Their intensity and the will to fight caused platoon sized amounts of Grunts to flee en masse.
Across the plain, in the High Mountains, Scout Marine spotters began to cite off large group of Covenant officers. Twenty four Whirlwind Artillery batteries began to fire out missiles, the fire almost defening from the position they were hiding in. The two battle lines closed in, with the Space Marines engaging their chainsaws as they hacked through the line. The artillery fire struck true, as multi-coloured armor figures flew up into the air screaming.
Varnus was at the foremost point of battle, screaming out the Emperor with each stroke. Truly, he was an artist at what he did. Each strike from his Daemonhammer was held gently, more technique than power, more finesse than simple swings. The Covenant were brutish, the humans they were fighting were artistic.
The screams of humans and Covenant were heard en masse, as the Covenant fell to the Space Marines in droves while the humans fell one after another in slow motions. Aragar stepped onto a pile of Elites and Brutes, as plasma flew around him but not touching him. Two Space Marines, one a Black Eagle with a large bolter and the other a Ultramarine with flaming red stripes on his helmet, armed with a Heavy Flamer, stepped up next to him upon the pile. They began to pray, looking to the men for the inspriation to win this battle. Firing their weapons, the Space Marines behind them stood in a line, firing off their Bolters and Heavy Bolters into the mass of Covenant. Aragar looked behind him, yelling the prayers, and watched as while one Space Marine would fall the other would take his place.
A half-circle was formed, as the Covenant pushed forward with their melee weapons. The Brutes with their strong and powerful hands met the cold hard steel of the short chainsaw that all Space Marines used. The plasma sword wielded by Elite commander met the Power Sword of the Force Commander standing next to Varnus. Gabirel, the Force Commander, screamed out the battlecry of the Blood Ravens as he brought the sword down upon the golden armoured Elite, his 'For the Great Father and the Emperor!' battlecry still resounding out within the massive Space Marine forces that inhibited the armour of the Blood Ravens.
The Elite ducted down, the Power Sword swinging barely centimeters over the alien's head. Gabirel hissed, pulling it back as the Elite saw it coming. The xeno took a step back, dodging quickly, before he brought his own sword forward to stab Gabriel. With his free hand, Gabriel grabbed the wrist of the Elite. The Elite tried to pull back, but when he could not a look of horror replaced his calm face as he stared into Gabriel. He yelled again, twisting it in a complete three sixty degree turn.
The Elite howled in pain, its eyes squinting. Varnus, watching, turned his body around quickly as he brought down his massive Daemonhammer onto the Elite's head. The metal crushed the skull of the Elite before it continue to travel through skin. It smacked into the dirt, the Elite folding out in two. Gabriel let out a cheer of victory, prepared to rush forward before he stopped, hearing an Guardsman.
"Oh no...not them!" He yelled, pointing to the sky above the blood soaked battlefield. Gabriel looked up, and gasped at the sight...
The Farseer stood straight, holding her wrist gingerly as it turned within the small palm of her free hand. John laid on the ground, his eyes open but his body immobile. Macha bent down to her knees in front of him, her body completely covered in armour but he thought he felt the soft touch of her skin when she trailed her finger along his neck.
"Now, now John...I thought that, even without the memory releasing, you would not be stupid to give into animal like dulgences." She said, her slippery voice echoing within the walls of John's head. He stared upwards at her, her armoured body giving him the feeling that she was looking directly down upon him.
"The Imperium is fighting your enemies. Khrone has already taken notice, and his followers are already here. We are prepared to end this, once and for all John. But we need you, and your races' help. Are you prepared, John?"
Only one thought was in his head. One matter of this entire scheme that was bothering him to the bits of his head.
"Where is Andrea?"
"You mean the Vindicare Assassin? She is in confindment. If you listen carefully, you can hear her mutter prayers to the Emperor..." She shook her head. "I suppose you have served your purpose, for the moment. I will permit the two of you to leave."
"Farseer...I..."
"There is no need to apologize, John, for both accounts. You are not the Imperium, and it is my place to forgive..."
The War of Humans: Chapter Four
Date: 6 October 2006, 3:36 am
Gabriel and Aragar watched in horror as a horribly damaged but still functioning vessel crashed into the crowd of Covenant, the shape of it matching the look of a Thunderbird. Varnus and Gabriel recognized the colour, and the heretic symbols, on the vessel. The firing stopped completely, as Gabriel spoke up.
"You Xenos, listen! These are the unholy ones, those who believe the beliefs of Chaos! For now, we must fight under one banner, and crush these mortal heretics!" He yelled, which garnered the attention of the High Marshal, the de facto commander of Covenant forces.
"Heretics...Humans, when I see these so called 'Heretics' wash upon the battlefield, then I shall make...my..." The Elite, standing in front of Gabriel, had his head turned towards the ship and stopped talking when he saw a heavily armoured human stand on the landing ramp. Piercings and blood adorned his body, a feral smile upon his lips.
"Arghaah! The followers of the False Emperor! Chaos, consume us!" The man said, pushing his large Chaos Warhammer forward. Immediately, Chaos Space Marines pushed forward off of the ramp, the armor matching the Imperium except for the fear factorying of their helmets and armour. The Elite growled, screaming at the top of his lungs.
"I will fight for you, humans. Covenant, to the breach!" He yelled, pushing forward his Plasma Sword. Immediately, Gabriel and Varnus screamed with the Elite, yelling out their battlecry before they began a rush towards the ship. Space Marines, Guardsmen, they all screamed and rushed forward as they fired their weapons. The man, known to Gabriel as the Chaos Lord Krull, screamed again and rushed into the plain with his men. The Final Battle was about to begin...
John sat against the seat within the spacious transport, his helmet still missing but it did not falter him. Next to him sat the helmet-less Andrea, her long blonde hair on her shoulders but her hands uncharacteristically tapping her armoured thighs in sucession. The Falcon Grav Tank was in the air, flying over a small mountain to the designation that the small amount of Extrachs within were heading to. The Farseer sat in front of him, looking at him as if probing his mind. John, however, caught a few tips on how to block her, but it came too easy for him.
Two seats to the left of the Farseer was a male Eldar, dressed in a black robe and an armoured helmet. A large, curved blade would rest on his arm, his helmet looking straight forward. The Warlock would merely turn his head towards John, feeling his gaze. John did not fix his gaze, merely continued to stare at the Warlock. The Eldar nodded, giving off one word that he did not speak. "Gaitha."
Next to the Warlock sat a female Eldar with a staff in front of her, held upwards by her hand. White, ebony armour adorned her body with a helmet that curved around a mask. Flaming red hair would be curved upwards in the shape of an amber of flame. A blue robe would be connected to the back of her armour, folding in twos around her legs. When John casted his eyes upon her, a psionic name came to him. "Jilua"
On the right of the Farseer was an heavily armoured male Eldar, who held a giant cannon like weapon by two handles. The dark armour came up to a flat, horizontal edge near the neck, with red power eyes gleaming in the transport. John felt a odd psionic calling when he looked upon him, his blue eyes looking at the seemingly...spine tingling fear that came upon him. Although the name 'Rkera' came up within his mind, it was clouded with odd feelings. John noticed that...it was like Cortana was within his helmet once more.
"It's the powers of the Warp, John. If anything, I merely unlocked them to your full potential." He heard the calm and cool whisper of the Farseer's words echo into his mind, with his head turning towards Andrea. She was asleep, but it was uncomfortable. As if it was forced upon her, which caused a look from John to the Farseer.
"Where we're going, she cannot see it. Her one way focused mind cannot survive it. You have not had the chance to understand their dogma, their praise for a man who got lucky and brought the ill-fated humans out of the gutter, as you would say."
"Why...how...am I talking without speaking?"
"John, I thought you knew...You have the powers of a psyker, to wrap the power of the Warp in your hands..."
"There is too many, Brother-Captain! We are being pushed back!" Chaplain Varnus exclaimed out as he brought his Daemonhammer onto the head of a unfortunate Chaos Space Marine. Even though a Chaplain for most of his life, and the horrors of his little boy Kylian turning to Chaos, he did not think the Emperor would save him this day.
"We only have to hold out this section of Chaos, Varnus! If we falter, then our human allies will die today!" Gabriel returned the exclaimation, thrusting his Power Sword into the heart of a Possessed Marine, a Daemon infused within the armour of a Space Marine. The wretched beast of Chaos gurgled before it began to distintergrate into dust. He looked up, and hoped that General Sturnn was doing his job.
That's when it happened. A large, non-nuclear blast erupted within the horde of Chaos, throwing bodies of dead and living Chaos Marines into the air. The Chaos Sorcerer who watched over the battle, Tyrinianus, yelled out with fury.
"What just happened!?" He screamed, his warped mind of Tzeentch considering death by the Chaos Lord Krull. He looked to the high valley uprise, which was followed by rolling hillside downward. There stood a man, who was muscled and wore a dark green uniform with many ribbons and medals upon it. With power claws, he raised his left hand in the air, screaming out the Emperor's name.
Suddenly, the sound of rumbling was heard from the battlefield. Two massive Baneblades, super tanks about a quarter of a city block long, rumbled up onto the side and began to fire their massive shells into the fray. Eight Leman Russ Battle Tanks rolled up behind them, descending into the battle as they fired rare Vanquisher battle cannons onto the battlefield. The Baneblades then followed, as they fired their array of weapons. Behind them was the legions of Imperial Guardsmen who were about to open the door of Hell onto the Chaos...
The War of Humans: Chapter Five
Date: 6 October 2006, 3:45 am
"There is a legend, written down in the Black Library and handed down between the Farseers of the Biel-tan. The tale of Khaine, his resurrection, and his epic battle against the brother of the god who consumed his brothers...It is depicted that, it will only occur within the halls of a world outside their own, and that it will be aided by enemies and friends of the Farseer who initates the legend. It is written that the door to infinte power will be accessed to the race they help that day, and that they will learn the secrets of the universe...However, it does state that the ally of the Farseer who makes the initiation rite will die. The question lies, who is it?" --- Brother-Captain Ulia Hendar, of the 3rd Salamanders Space Marine Chapter.
John stood tall as he watched, six oddly shaped stones arranged in an order around a circle. The Eldar Extrachs stood near him, watching as the Farseer stood in the middle with her hands opened. Swirling white energy particles wrapped around her as she stood tall, like John, muttering incantations. The Warp Spider Extrach looked worried, and John noticed this.
"What is the matter?" He asked.
"Your Imperium friends have caught the attention of Khrone. He will manifest himself on the battlefield...But what we're summoning...I do not think we will win, John." He said, holding his weapon stead-fast. John was still confused on what was happening, but then it was answered. He watched as the energy turned to beams, each connecting to the stones. White light eminated from the stones, as a mix of vibrate colours wrapped their waves around the light. John shielded his eyes, but then dropped the arm as the light disappeared and the light turned into feet. A giant pair of feet. Soon, legs developed upwards to a body. John felt a small headache ping within his forehead, as he watched the oddly armoured eight stories tall Eldar being grip a sword that was at least two stories tall. Blood dripped from his hands, and as he looked up only one word came to his mind. 'Khaine.'
Krull swung his Warhammer onto Gabriel's Power Sword, watching the Force Commander carefully for an opening to strike upon. However, Gabriel has fought with many Chaos Lords before, and did not give him such an opening. A quick jab, Krull had barely enough time to stop the attack by grabbing Gabriel's arm. Pulling, then quickly pushing, he shoved him off his body with his foot and watched as he rolled on the ground. Gabriel's sword rolled away from his hand, as Krull stood over him with his Warhammer raised. With a roar, he screamed out as he swung down...
His body flailed to Gabriel's left, hitting the ground hard before his body began to bleed. Huge bolter rounds were in his back, looking horribly painful. Gabriel looked up to see a Dreadnaught, and its drop pod next to him fifty yards away. The large machincal war machine bowed, as more and more dropped from the sky.
"Sergeant Keran Vasil. Died in the Third War of Armageddon, Force Commander." He said, turning his body around and letting loose bolters from his cannon mounted on his arm towards the sea of Chaos Marines. Screams were heard, as the Dreadnaughts followed suit.
"It is good to see a friendly ally, Sergeant. Lead your Dreadnaughts into battle." He ordered, standing up. He watched as the seven Dreadnaughts, along with the Imperial Guard armoured vehicles, began to fire their weapons onto the sea, a chuckle escaping his lips. However, that disappeared in totatily when he watched the ground below the majority of the Chaos forces open up to the fire and mantle below the crust. A huge figure, with the head of a falcon but with curved horns like a ram that muscles adorned his red toned body, jumped out of the hole while his huge bat-like wings took to flight. He was at least nine stories tall, with him holding a Warhammer nearly the entire length of his waist down to his feet.
"I am Khorne!" He screamed, looking down as the Space Marines, the mighty and supposedly fearless Marines, quivered against the power of the Daemon. He laughed, roaring out belts of his rather frighenting laughter.
Of course, that's when he stopped when he saw his only challenge, the one thing that the Chaos god thought broken. His beak formed unnaturally to a smile, as he muttered words from his throat.
"Khaine..."
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