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[chaplain luthor]

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“My Chaplain we need to make a decision now, time is of the essence.” Tomas spoke in an extremely calm tone despite the dire situation that assault force Luthor had found themselves in. Chaplain Luthor was impressed by this. Perhaps it was time to recommend Tomas to the members of the Sword Brethren.
“Don’t you think he knows that Tomas?” Balthazar snarled at him.
“Calm it Balthazar,” Chaplain Luthor ordered. “You are always so hot headed, and this is not the time to let our emotions get the better of us.”
The Templars had been tasked with protecting the Holly Nuns of the Emperors Light while the main force attacked the heart of the mutant army. But something was not right. The mutants were heading straight for the convent and not heading for the temple of the Emperor Ascendant as expected. Now they were alone, surrounded by the mutant filth, just the Chaplain, his 15 Templar brethren and the 20 nuns.
“Alright Balthazar, take your men and cover the courtyard.” Although you could not see it through his helmet, Tomas knew that Balthazar would be smiling, because this would surely be where the bloodiest fighting would take place.
“Tomas I want you and your men at the top of the tower, you defend those nuns with your lives. They obviously have something the mutant scum want and we cannot let them get it.”
“What about you Chaplain?” Tomas asked.
“I will stay here, on the middle ground so that I can get to whoever needs me the most when the time comes.” The ground suddenly began to shake with the unmistakable pounding of a basilisk battery.
“Now get moving men, it has begun.”
At the top of the tower Tomas waited with his men. The ordnance fire had been pounding them for 20 minutes now and didn’t seem that it would let up any time soon. The nuns were praying in front of a shrine to the Holy Emperor, as was Jacob the newest recruit into the unit and Tomas’ Neophyte squire. Tomas walked over to Jacob, put a heavy gauntleted hand onto his shoulder and said to him, “Don’t waste your time young one, the Emperor can not help us now.” At these words the closest nun shot him an evil glare but it was quickly suppressed once she looked into the giant spacemarine’s helmeted eyes.
“Tomas listen.” Hephaestus, Tomas’ trusted friend, shouted across the room. The basilisk fire had stopped, but instead of feeling relief, a sense of dread had washed over Tomas. The thud of ordnance fire had stopped yes, but it had been immediately replaced with the screaming and cheering of the battle cry from over 1000 mutant rebels. Some of the nuns had started to scream, others started chanting the prayers of devotion and protection faster and louder than before.
The Templars stood firm. They had been in situations like this before and would probably be in many more like this again. This was true for all of them except Jacob who was as white as chalk.
“Are you scared Jacob?” Hephaestus jeered at him.
“No, I am ready to fight with the rest of you.” The proud Neophyte stood straighter and taller as he said this.
“Well, ready your Bolters men, we can’t let Balthazar and squad Alcaeus get all the fun can we?” As he said this, he was looking out of a slit in the window to see Balthazar and his men firing their Boltpistols through the portcullis to cut down swathes of mutants as they advanced on the convent.
With these words there was a great cheer as everyone in the room shoved their guns out the windows and slits on the walls to open fire at the continuous tide of the oncoming enemy. Tomas himself had cut down many of the enemy before he had noticed that Balthazar and his men were about to be over run.
“Luthor!” Tomas shouted from the top of the tower down to his chaplain on the walls. “Luthor, squad Alcaeus needs your help.” However, the Chaplain could not hear, he was already in bloody hand to hand combat with one of the biggest mutants Tomas had ever seen.
Squad Alcaeus was now under so much pressure from the advancing mutant tide that they were being slaughtered by Lasgun fire. Balthazar was the only one left standing now.
“Balthazar get out of there, join up with Luthor on the walls.” Balthazar just looked straight up at Tomas, and then as Tomas knew he would, he let out an almighty battle cry and charged head long into the mutant crowd. He must have crushed at least five mutants under just the weight of his body in his charge but Tomas knew that it would only be a matter of time before sheer numbers would get the better of him. Tomas turned to look at his men. There were only six of them left standing. Even Hephaestus had been cut down by a lucky shot, but now was not the time to mourn their loss. Tomas had a decision to make. He could either keep his men in the tower with him and condemn Balthazar to death, or he could send his men to help Balthazar and risk getting over run himself and not just losing his life but failing his chaplain and his chapter. With a deep breath he gave the order.
“Varcan take everyone down stairs and get that fool to pull out! Drag him out if you have to.”
“What about you Tomas?” Jacob asked.
“I’m going to stay here and protect the nuns like the Chaplain told me to. Now get going, Balthazar won’t last much longer.” The Neophyte turned to run after the others but before he could. “Stop!” Thomas shouted. Jacob turned around. “I can’t defend the nuns without my sword can I?”
Jacob knelt so that his master could reach the sword that the young squire was carrying for him. With a great electrical crack that made some of the nuns jump, he pulled his power sword from the sheath on Jacob’s back and thrust it into the table next to him.
“Now get going. The others will be half way down the tower by now.” Jacob gave Tomas a bow and headed of down the stairs two at a time to rejoin his brethren.
The nuns were screaming more than ever.
“What is one space marine going to do against so many?” the matriarch said to the others.
“Stop screaming and get your heads down. Like you said, ‘What is one space marine going to do against so many?” Tomas shouted in a sarcastic tone. Suddenly Tomas’ heart skipped a beat he heard Balthazar give out a great scream. He headed straight for the window that looked over the courtyard. To his relief he did not find a sea of mutants desecrating his friend’s body, but his men dragging Balthazar away from there foe and back into cover.
“No! Let go of me. The Bastards killed my men,” Balthazar growled at Varcan and Ivan who had him by an arm each.
With a sigh of relief Tomas once again opened fire on his enemy, stopping every so often to check on the progress of his men. Once again their position was about to be overrun
“Varcan get out of there. rejoin me in the tower” It was too late they had already been pushed back and the stairs were inaccessible. The only choice they had was to barricade themselves inside the main chapel.
Tomas was completely alone to defend the tower. He could hear the mutants running up the stairs screaming, chanting litanies of hate against the Emperor and all his followers. They were almost at the top. He could see the glow of their torches on the wall outside the door. He had known when he took the risk of sending his men to help Balthazar that this could happen, but now that the time had come he did not regret it at all. Tomas got ready to make his last stand. He tapped his hand onto his micro grenade dispenser and five grenades dropped into his hand. He threw them one by one down the spiral stairs. He listened as they each exploded, and revelled in the screams of the dying mutants. Still they kept on coming. They seemed to feel no remorse as they trampled over their dying comrades.
Tomas headed back into the room and slammed the door behind him. With the strength of his bionic arm he threw a heavy wooden table against the door to try and barricade it for as long as he could. Almost as soon as he did so, he heard the first few mutants slam against it. Then more and more hit it. He heard groans of pain as some of them were crushed by the others behind them. They were trying to get to the nuns before anyone else. Then it stopped. Every thing went silent for couple of seconds, until a loud thudding could be heard on the other side of the door. They were trying to brake it down. Tomas pulled his power sword from the table next to him, reloaded his Boltpistol and got ready for the end. He muttered a prayer to Emperor although he knew it would make no difference. He aimed his Boltpistol at the door. A couple of seconds passed. A bead of sweat ran down his face. everyone in the room was silent. Even the nuns behind the protective tables and statues had stopped there prayers.
A hole began to appear in the door. As soon as the first mutant put his head into the hole to look around Tomas put a bolt between his eyes. A huge cavity was made were his face used to be, as the tiny warhead exploded. The mutant fell back wards only to be replaced by four lasguns being pointed directly at Tomas. He dived straight to the floor just in time to dodge the withering hail of fire. But two of the nuns were not so lucky. There charred wounds were pouring with blood. The nuns started to scream again.
“Shut your mouths you stupid women. Get back behind the main shrine and keep your heads down.”
Tomas got back to his feet and fired back through the hole. The door suddenly burst open. Mutants rushed in. before they even noticed Tomas was on top of them cutting them down two at a time with great cleaves of his power sword. Tomas thought valiantly the mutants did not know what had hit them. One of the mutants got past him and headed towards the nuns, but he had not made it five paces before Tomas slayed him with a shot in the back.
Tomas started to push them back down the stairs. Suddenly there was a searing pain in his side. A mutant had managed to get a knife under his armour and had stabbed him. He beat his assailant down with his fist, its face caving in from the monstrous blow. Tomas heard a commotion up stairs. In the split second he was disorientated, a couple of mutants had managed to get past him. He fired a few shots into the mutants in front of him and headed back up the stairs. When he got to the top he saw a mutant on top of the matriarch while the rest held back the remaining nuns. Although bleeding profusely and in immense pain, Tomas managed to lift his sword high above his head and decapitate the lead mutant. Green goo sprayed from his neck, where there should have been blood. The remaining mutants turned on Tomas. Tomas was ready for them. He stood firm. Then he felt immense heat on his back. He had been hit by Lasgun fire. The cowards had shot him in the back. His armour was melting away. The pain was intense. He instinctively turned on the spot. He was wounded but would not go down without a fight. His vision was blurred. He once again aimed his boltpistol and cracked some shots off into the sea of pustules, bones and claws. Many mutants fell, but for every one he killed two took their place.
“Die mutant traitor scum. Join your gods in hell.” Tomas’ fury was almost akin to Balthazar’s at this point. He charged into the mutants, shoulder first. He lost his footing and fell as he smashed into his target. He felt bones crunch underneath him as he landed on the mutants he had taken down with him. Instantly he was jumped on. The mutants seized their chance. He felt knives pierce his flesh, and fists and boots hit him. The mutants were trying to beat him down any way they could.
With a final burst of immense superhuman strength he pushed the mutants off him and got to his feet, swinging his power sword in a full circle. The power weapon cut through the festering flesh of the mutants with ease. Tomas was staggering on his feet. His vision was going dark. He could not fight any longer. The mutants seemed to know this as they just stood and watched him fall. As soon as he hit the floor he felt mutants jumping all over him stabbing him repeatedly. The last thing Tomas heard was.
“Tomas, Tomas! We’re coming up. Hold on!” and then everything went black.

[chaplain luthor]

i think i may have put this in the wrong section

ill move it to the fan fiction section