Antaeus
04-06-2005, 23:14
Distinctly work-in-progress, much more still to come. Still, thought I'd put up what I have at the moment for perusal. Also not very happy with that title, though the reason for it will become apparent later...
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The missile screamed through the air, slamming into the lip of the trench. The crude warhead detonated, spraying the occupying troops with mud. Bullets whined above their heads, Imperial Guardsmen cowering, clutching Lasguns to their chests like the weapons were lucky charms.
Vadyon Antaeus stood upon one of the metallic ladders, levelled his Bolter one handed, depressing the trigger to send a hail of mass-reactive rounds shrieking towards a group of Orks charging across the thick, wet dirt and muck of the no-man’s land. The bolts detonated, shredding chest cavities and evaporating skulls, dropping greenskin corpses to the ground. Guttural war cries filled the air as more of the foul alien spilled towards the Imperial emplacement, firing their crude guns into the air.
“Brother Captain, we have contacts inbound from the east. They must have come around, trying to flank us!”
The Brother-Captain of the Deathwatch turned to the black-armoured form that stood beside him. “Aye, Brother. I see them. Epsilon squad, advance ten metres and take up firing positions. Onwards, sons of the Emperor!” he bellowed as he turned his gaze upon the human troops huddling in the trenches, raising his Power sword into the air and leaping over the lip of the trench. Their timidity forgotten, roars of enthusiasm erupted from Imperial throats, adrenaline flowing through the systems of Guardsmenwho poured into the zig-zagging bullets of no-man’s land like a living tide as the squad of Space Marines charged towards the greenskins’ lines, Bolters flaring, shell casings clattering into the thick mud. Beside him, a Guardsman's head jerked back, the man splashing into the earth. Scarlet lasfire shrieked as it lanced towards the hordes of aliens.
Battle Brother Valiance knelt, levelling his Heavy bolter as a mob of the disgusting Orks came into sight. The heavy gun roared as a hail of rounds slammed into the ranks of alien, blowing apart body armour and inhuman flesh, dark blood spattering the muddy earth. Antaeus saw, out of the corner of his eye, Brother Agamorr take up a firing position, his Bolter’s M40 targetter sweeping a red beam across the alien horde. A crack, and an Ork’s head exploded, the Deathwatch Marine’s round ripping through its thick skull. The Brother-Captain gritted his teeth as a bullet clanged off the shoulder guard of his ornate power armour, ricocheting away into the night. He pulled the trigger of his Bolter again, inferno bolts rippling towards their targets on blue-white streams of internal propellant.
This is what I live for…
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The missile screamed through the air, slamming into the lip of the trench. The crude warhead detonated, spraying the occupying troops with mud. Bullets whined above their heads, Imperial Guardsmen cowering, clutching Lasguns to their chests like the weapons were lucky charms.
Vadyon Antaeus stood upon one of the metallic ladders, levelled his Bolter one handed, depressing the trigger to send a hail of mass-reactive rounds shrieking towards a group of Orks charging across the thick, wet dirt and muck of the no-man’s land. The bolts detonated, shredding chest cavities and evaporating skulls, dropping greenskin corpses to the ground. Guttural war cries filled the air as more of the foul alien spilled towards the Imperial emplacement, firing their crude guns into the air.
“Brother Captain, we have contacts inbound from the east. They must have come around, trying to flank us!”
The Brother-Captain of the Deathwatch turned to the black-armoured form that stood beside him. “Aye, Brother. I see them. Epsilon squad, advance ten metres and take up firing positions. Onwards, sons of the Emperor!” he bellowed as he turned his gaze upon the human troops huddling in the trenches, raising his Power sword into the air and leaping over the lip of the trench. Their timidity forgotten, roars of enthusiasm erupted from Imperial throats, adrenaline flowing through the systems of Guardsmenwho poured into the zig-zagging bullets of no-man’s land like a living tide as the squad of Space Marines charged towards the greenskins’ lines, Bolters flaring, shell casings clattering into the thick mud. Beside him, a Guardsman's head jerked back, the man splashing into the earth. Scarlet lasfire shrieked as it lanced towards the hordes of aliens.
Battle Brother Valiance knelt, levelling his Heavy bolter as a mob of the disgusting Orks came into sight. The heavy gun roared as a hail of rounds slammed into the ranks of alien, blowing apart body armour and inhuman flesh, dark blood spattering the muddy earth. Antaeus saw, out of the corner of his eye, Brother Agamorr take up a firing position, his Bolter’s M40 targetter sweeping a red beam across the alien horde. A crack, and an Ork’s head exploded, the Deathwatch Marine’s round ripping through its thick skull. The Brother-Captain gritted his teeth as a bullet clanged off the shoulder guard of his ornate power armour, ricocheting away into the night. He pulled the trigger of his Bolter again, inferno bolts rippling towards their targets on blue-white streams of internal propellant.
This is what I live for…