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The War of Humans: Chapter Four
Posted By: Andrea_Halcyon<tara_halcyon@hotmail.com>
Date: 6 October 2006, 3:36 am
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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...
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