PART 2: Of Heroes And Dead Men

[Captain Slow]

Of Heroes and Dead Men Part 2:

All that greeted Silas was death. 3 of his brothers dead, and from wounds that were distinctly from a M31 pattern bolter. There were Chaos Marines here, traitors one and all. There was no time for grievances however. The fight was upon them.

Silas Ducked and swung his crozius round and slammed it into the gut of the Chaos Plague marine attacking him and his brothers. Its foul stench clogged his helmets filters and the urge to gag was overwhelming, even for a marine such as Silas. Now was not the time to be thinking of such things, and his seconds thought cost him.
The Chaos Marine didn’t even flinch as the crozius squelched into its midsection. Instead it pulled it further inwards and so, pulled Silas closer to the end of its blade. The chaos marine threw a punch with his free hand, using the hilt of its blade and smashed it against the side of Silas helmet.
Silas ducked, this was no time for thought only instinct, and right now his instamatics as a marine told him to fight.
Silas powered forwards driving his crozius deeper, its winged brazier firmly dug inside the chaos marine. He pushed it further and ran the chaos marine through; the top of the crozius bursting out the other side of the Chaos Marine, cermite filth and old clotted blood sprayed out the back of the Chaos plague marine. Despite the wound the Plague marine fought on, and wrenched Silas grip from his crozius and threw him sideways across the nearest wall. The Marine paused and pulled the crozius from its chest and threw it to the ground; in its place a large wet dripping hole of gore and flesh was left in its place, but it seemed as if the plague marine hardly noticed. Several rounds punched the side of the plague marine and sent it staggering sideways. It turned its head towards where the fire had come from. An imperial fist was standing in the ruined doorway opposite it. The marine walked forwards its bolt pistol booming in the drab darkness of the room. The chaos marine staggered backwards, if nothing the sheer weight of fire coming from the other imperial marine was causing it to back down.

In one of the rooms opposite similar small battles for survival were taking place; traitor fought loyalist to the bitter end. Of The original 9 marines that had made up the command squad of chaplain Silas, now only 6 remained. As for the plague marines that had occupied the drab dishevelled building at the start of the engagement, it was anyone’s guess as to how many were stilling fighting, but for the moment the fighting was isolated, bloody, room to room affairs. However neither side gave any ground; no quarter expected none given.

Sergeant Octavious Heard the breach on the side of blot pistol click dry and threw the pistol aside. He had the plague marine off balance, now was the time to finish the job the chaplain had started. He charged forwards and activated his power fist, the ethereal energies that played around it, in its active state cast stark blue luminescence across Octavious Face. He brought his power fist up; but the plague marine was ready for him. The plague marine spun round; despite his wounds and the festering rots that had accumulated on his body, he was still a marine, and moved like one. The plague marine pulled out a rusted power sword its tip, had been broken off almost a Millennia ago. Octavious punched the plague marine square in the face with his free hand. Cermite armour buckled and snapped, and the plague marine’s face; what was left of it, was left a bloody ruin, of gore and rotting necrotic flesh. Octavious, wasted no time in finishing what he’d started. He punched the Plague marine square in the remains of his head with his power fist.
The Plague Marines Head Exploded in a mist of blood and broken shards of Cermite. Its body slumped on the floor, whatever life it had left in its rotting corpse, gone now its head had been rent from its bloodied shoulders.
Chaplain Silas walked up behind Octavious, and span him round and pressed Octavious discarded Bolt Pistol into his chest plate. If the chaplain could have looked at Octavious with his own eyes, Octavious would have seen the anger there. However, Silas had made his point none the less.
“Well Met Brother. Your Timing is Impeccable as ever I see.” Silas spoke playfully.
“And I see you were handling yourself as you usually do. Badly.” Octavious returned in the same playful tone.
Octavious and Silas had grown up together in the Ice Hives Of inwit. And so shared a brotherly friendship, however, when Silas had been elevated to the rank of chaplain, they still kept their bond none the less. It was unusual for a chaplain of any chapter, to act the way Silas did towards Octavious, but their captain had seen their potential if they worked together despite the difference in rank.
Silas Turned away and walked out of the room. Gunfire echoed through the house, however, it was quieter more isolated. Silas triggered his inter-suit vox.
“this is chaplain Silas to all brothers. Respond.”
Gunfire answered him in the distance, and two yellow armoured figures appeared on the level above Silas, just visible over the top of the stairs. One of them was brandishing the squad’s flamer, and the other was covered in thick Ichor.
“This is Braxton. The upper flights are secured; we are proceeding to eliminate all pockets of resistance. They seem to be militia from the local town. Fairly light resistance.” Braxton walked down the stairs, his armour was rent open in several places and his helmet was missing. A black smear covered the Left side of his face. He carried his helmet in his left hand; it was blow open, wires spilling out. The left side of the helmet was missing; Silas looked at Braxton’s Left era. The left side of the helmet was almost melted to the side of Braxton’s head.
“you should get the apothecary to look at that, I’m not letting you back into combat before you see one, understand?” Octavious walked forwards and looked Braxton up and down. “Plague Marines?” he asked
“Aye, killed one myself.” Braxton replied
“also, were low on ammunition these abominations take a lot to bring down first time. I must have burned through 3 or four clips to just bring one down.” Braxton reported
Silas Walked past the Sgt and back into the room. The plague marines’ corpse was still there, its skin black and mottled now. Silas scanned the floor for a moment and found what he was looking for. His Crozius, he retrieved it form the floor, and hooked it back onto his belt. He took one more look at the Body and then walked out into the hallway, where the remainder of the command squad was gathering.
“Brother” Silas turned and looked at the marine carrying the Flamer.
“Cleanse this place as we leave it. Ocatvious? Charges. Blow this building and then return to the rhino, we need to report back to the Rhetoricus as soon as possible. They need to know the full extent of the situation.”
“Aye Brother Chaplain.” Octavious Replied.
Then every marine in the hallway moved as one. Silas walked out of the house and walked back to the rhino. There was more to this planet than first though, chaos had a firm grip over it, and it would take a full crusade to bring this planet and the surrounding systems back into compliance. Silas Reached the rhino, and linked his suits inter vox systems with the long range vox in the Rhino.
“This is Brother Chaplin Silas To Rhetoricus I need a surface to ship link to the fleet”

END


Weeeeelllllll.
Better than Last time? ive spell checked this time, and ive proof read it. so i hink its better than last time, as far as planning goes that is. anyway, feel free to comment, like i said before, im not a writer but any help any of you can give me, is welcomed.

[Petey1016]

VERY NICE!!

good but i reckon you could carry on and do a full blown book at this rate.

FYI slow did both of the stories in around 15mins

[thebarnet]

very good story slow