Angelo Credo
Kept you waiting, huh?
Just a story I'm currently working on, based upon the Grey Knights of the Warhammer 40,000 universe, my title is still pending, if anyone has any ideas, feel free to help me out because that's the part I'm worst at. :lol:
So yeah, just thought I'd share it here.
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“Squad Kantor! Suppressing fire on the lines up ahead! Squad Nelis, on me, we cannot allow the Heretics to push forward any further! We must punch through their lines now or all shall be lost!”
Justicar Lucien’s vox flared to life with the gruff voices of his battle-brothers.
“Affirmative, laying down suppressing fire.” Came the response from Justicar Nelis and his Terminator squad, the thunderous fire of their storm bolters erupted into the air, delicately flying past Justicar Lucien and the members of his squad, cutting down lines of Cultists that charged hopelessly towards them.
Justicar Nelis and the remainder of his squad formed up on Lucien’s position, taking their place behind the ranks of Lucien’s battle-brothers, each one brandishing their Nemesis Force Halberds, the truly fearsome weapons of the Grey Knights. Force weapons are powerful melee devices, a key staple of any Grey Knight’s weaponry and as sacred to them as their gleaming, silver armour. Taking the form of a Halberd, Sword, or as a rarity in these days, a Hammer, the Nemesis force weapons are attuned to each individual battle-brother’s psyche, each a manifestation of the psychic strength of the Grey Knight who wields it, and what with the Grey Knights being some of the most powerful psykers at the disposal of the Emperium, these weapons, as well as the Space Marine warriors were met with nothing more than absolute fear and respect.
“Nelis, ensure that the Cultists do not form up behind our ranks, we cannot afford to be trapped in the middle of this mess.” Justicar Lucien bellowed down his Vox, following suit, Nelis’ entire squad performed an about face, weapons held out to the sides to ensure that no cultist got anywhere near them.
Justicar Lucien pushed forward, Nelis following closely behind whilst Kantor and his Terminator squad remained behind the front lines, spraying shells from their wrist mounted storm bolters into the Cultists up ahead, most all shots hit their mark and left, right and centre, robed Cultists were torn to pieces, Lucien’s squad opened up with their own bolters whilst Lucien himself brandished his Nemesis Halberd, one foolish Cultist charged directly towards him, peppering the Justicar with weak las-gun fire.
The shots were just absorbed into the metal, leaving nothing behind, not even a burn mark; the Cultist on the other hand faced a much more gruesome fate. As he got close, the Justicar thrust his halberd forward sharply, embedding the deadly tip of the weapon into the Chaos driven heretic’s chest. Lucien pitched his weapon upwards as the Cultist flailed and screamed, cursing the Grey Knight with ancient curses of the Chaos Gods.
The litanies and sigils that coated his armour lit up like flares as Lucien brought his weapon down, smashing it against the floor and systematically crushing the Cultist under the pressure. With a hideous crack, shattering every bone in the corrupt man’s body, his screaming and cursing came to a bitter end as all he could do was cough up blood.
Bolter fire rang through the air, ripping apart the line of Cultists. The Justicar muttered a few lines of passing to the man who lay at dying at his feet.
“You failed in this life, may the next one be more kind to you...And may the Immortal Emperor look upon you with mercy, for I shall not.”
Lucien raised his wrist mounted storm bolt and squeezed on the firing mechanism, one loud shot rang out through the air as it ripped through the dying Cultist’s head, splitting his skull and ending his pitiful life.
“Squad Lucien, Squad Nelis, fall in!” Lucien shouted across the vox, each soldier fell in alongside the Justicar, forming a long line of steely, battle hardened knights.
“Melee pattern, let the heretics know the might of our weapons, none shall break through!”
Each Grey Knight raised their Nemesis force halberds, holding them forward like a spear wall and with one shout from Lucien, they all charged forward in unison and met the Cultists head on. Each fanatical heretic screamed terrible death cries as their bodies met the tips of the halberds, impaling themselves willing on the weapons in some feeble attempt to slow down the hulking behemoths, but it made no difference as their storm bolters proved just as lethally effective in close quarters as they were at long range, blowing the screaming bodies from the weapons, freeing them up for more carnage.
Bloodshed filled the battlefield, corpses of Cultists flew off left, right and centre, the sky grew progressively darker as more and more blood was spilt in the name of the Emperor, the ground began to rumble as rain started to fall, purple flames rose from the bodies of the deceased heretics and the litanies and sigils of the armour of the Grey Knights grew brighter and bright, Justicar Lucien held up his hand, motioning for his battle-brothers to stop.
What remained of the living Cultist army began to flee as misshapen horrors emerged from the ground.
“Demons! Brothers! To arms! Purge them from this world and send them screaming back to the warp!”
Unearthly, rotting beasts clawed their way up from the dirt, letting out terrifying screams that would drive lesser men insane, their flesh bubbled and crawled, pulsating like the stuff of nightmares, things that shouldn’t even exist pulled themselves up from the depths of the warp in droves, even cutting down and feasting on the very cultists and heretics that worshipped their unearthly, chaotic existence. With the amount of violence and bloodshed that occurred here, Lucien could think of only one thing...The Blood God Khorne was beginning to extend his influence to even here, the once proud forge world of Ryboth on Segmentum Obscurus, these were demons from the Eye of Terror itself.
“Open fire!” Lucien screamed, bolter fire tore through the unholy beasts, blessed rounds burned the flesh and bones of the demons, bubbling and dissolving their flesh as the Grey Knights waded through them. Claws grabbed and flailed at their legs, trying to pull them down, but the litanies and wards on their armour burned clear marks into their flesh, their screams of victory turned into screams of pain and horror, yet regardless there were simply far more demons than there were Grey Knights.
“Kantor, we need your assistance, break supporting fire formations and make your way to our ranks as quickly as possible, the demons of Khorne make themselves known and we are about to be overrun!”
“Affirmative, marines, you heard the Justicar, we will make our way through the warp and...”
Static cut out Kantor’s transmission, the Eye of Terror grew ever stronger, interfering with transmissions across the Vox. No longer trusting his communications device, Justicar Lucien removed his helmet, strapping it to his side and barked orders to his men.
“Tactical retreat! Kantor’s Terminator squad are converging our position, open fire and pull back so we don’t get swarmed!”
The demons immediately moved to rush the already overwhelmed Knights, they had little room to manoeuvre between the thousands of beasts and were utterly alone, as demons cut close, they met the blades of their force halberds, cleaving head from body and slicing beasts clean in two. There was no end in sight however as wave after wave of the horrible, jabbering beasts ran full pelt towards the line of retreating Space Marines, spewing chaotic fire burning against the wards of their armour.
Justicar Nelis spoke for the first time since the beginning of the conflict.
“Sir, there are too many of them, I do not believe we can hold this line much longer, with respect...The forge world is lost.”
So yeah, just thought I'd share it here.
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Chapter 1.
Victory does not always rest with the big guns: but, if we rest in front of them we shall be lost.
Commander Argentius of the Silver Skulls.
“Squad Kantor! Suppressing fire on the lines up ahead! Squad Nelis, on me, we cannot allow the Heretics to push forward any further! We must punch through their lines now or all shall be lost!”
Justicar Lucien’s vox flared to life with the gruff voices of his battle-brothers.
“Affirmative, laying down suppressing fire.” Came the response from Justicar Nelis and his Terminator squad, the thunderous fire of their storm bolters erupted into the air, delicately flying past Justicar Lucien and the members of his squad, cutting down lines of Cultists that charged hopelessly towards them.
Justicar Nelis and the remainder of his squad formed up on Lucien’s position, taking their place behind the ranks of Lucien’s battle-brothers, each one brandishing their Nemesis Force Halberds, the truly fearsome weapons of the Grey Knights. Force weapons are powerful melee devices, a key staple of any Grey Knight’s weaponry and as sacred to them as their gleaming, silver armour. Taking the form of a Halberd, Sword, or as a rarity in these days, a Hammer, the Nemesis force weapons are attuned to each individual battle-brother’s psyche, each a manifestation of the psychic strength of the Grey Knight who wields it, and what with the Grey Knights being some of the most powerful psykers at the disposal of the Emperium, these weapons, as well as the Space Marine warriors were met with nothing more than absolute fear and respect.
“Nelis, ensure that the Cultists do not form up behind our ranks, we cannot afford to be trapped in the middle of this mess.” Justicar Lucien bellowed down his Vox, following suit, Nelis’ entire squad performed an about face, weapons held out to the sides to ensure that no cultist got anywhere near them.
Justicar Lucien pushed forward, Nelis following closely behind whilst Kantor and his Terminator squad remained behind the front lines, spraying shells from their wrist mounted storm bolters into the Cultists up ahead, most all shots hit their mark and left, right and centre, robed Cultists were torn to pieces, Lucien’s squad opened up with their own bolters whilst Lucien himself brandished his Nemesis Halberd, one foolish Cultist charged directly towards him, peppering the Justicar with weak las-gun fire.
The shots were just absorbed into the metal, leaving nothing behind, not even a burn mark; the Cultist on the other hand faced a much more gruesome fate. As he got close, the Justicar thrust his halberd forward sharply, embedding the deadly tip of the weapon into the Chaos driven heretic’s chest. Lucien pitched his weapon upwards as the Cultist flailed and screamed, cursing the Grey Knight with ancient curses of the Chaos Gods.
The litanies and sigils that coated his armour lit up like flares as Lucien brought his weapon down, smashing it against the floor and systematically crushing the Cultist under the pressure. With a hideous crack, shattering every bone in the corrupt man’s body, his screaming and cursing came to a bitter end as all he could do was cough up blood.
Bolter fire rang through the air, ripping apart the line of Cultists. The Justicar muttered a few lines of passing to the man who lay at dying at his feet.
“You failed in this life, may the next one be more kind to you...And may the Immortal Emperor look upon you with mercy, for I shall not.”
Lucien raised his wrist mounted storm bolt and squeezed on the firing mechanism, one loud shot rang out through the air as it ripped through the dying Cultist’s head, splitting his skull and ending his pitiful life.
“Squad Lucien, Squad Nelis, fall in!” Lucien shouted across the vox, each soldier fell in alongside the Justicar, forming a long line of steely, battle hardened knights.
“Melee pattern, let the heretics know the might of our weapons, none shall break through!”
Each Grey Knight raised their Nemesis force halberds, holding them forward like a spear wall and with one shout from Lucien, they all charged forward in unison and met the Cultists head on. Each fanatical heretic screamed terrible death cries as their bodies met the tips of the halberds, impaling themselves willing on the weapons in some feeble attempt to slow down the hulking behemoths, but it made no difference as their storm bolters proved just as lethally effective in close quarters as they were at long range, blowing the screaming bodies from the weapons, freeing them up for more carnage.
Bloodshed filled the battlefield, corpses of Cultists flew off left, right and centre, the sky grew progressively darker as more and more blood was spilt in the name of the Emperor, the ground began to rumble as rain started to fall, purple flames rose from the bodies of the deceased heretics and the litanies and sigils of the armour of the Grey Knights grew brighter and bright, Justicar Lucien held up his hand, motioning for his battle-brothers to stop.
What remained of the living Cultist army began to flee as misshapen horrors emerged from the ground.
“Demons! Brothers! To arms! Purge them from this world and send them screaming back to the warp!”
Unearthly, rotting beasts clawed their way up from the dirt, letting out terrifying screams that would drive lesser men insane, their flesh bubbled and crawled, pulsating like the stuff of nightmares, things that shouldn’t even exist pulled themselves up from the depths of the warp in droves, even cutting down and feasting on the very cultists and heretics that worshipped their unearthly, chaotic existence. With the amount of violence and bloodshed that occurred here, Lucien could think of only one thing...The Blood God Khorne was beginning to extend his influence to even here, the once proud forge world of Ryboth on Segmentum Obscurus, these were demons from the Eye of Terror itself.
“Open fire!” Lucien screamed, bolter fire tore through the unholy beasts, blessed rounds burned the flesh and bones of the demons, bubbling and dissolving their flesh as the Grey Knights waded through them. Claws grabbed and flailed at their legs, trying to pull them down, but the litanies and wards on their armour burned clear marks into their flesh, their screams of victory turned into screams of pain and horror, yet regardless there were simply far more demons than there were Grey Knights.
“Kantor, we need your assistance, break supporting fire formations and make your way to our ranks as quickly as possible, the demons of Khorne make themselves known and we are about to be overrun!”
“Affirmative, marines, you heard the Justicar, we will make our way through the warp and...”
Static cut out Kantor’s transmission, the Eye of Terror grew ever stronger, interfering with transmissions across the Vox. No longer trusting his communications device, Justicar Lucien removed his helmet, strapping it to his side and barked orders to his men.
“Tactical retreat! Kantor’s Terminator squad are converging our position, open fire and pull back so we don’t get swarmed!”
The demons immediately moved to rush the already overwhelmed Knights, they had little room to manoeuvre between the thousands of beasts and were utterly alone, as demons cut close, they met the blades of their force halberds, cleaving head from body and slicing beasts clean in two. There was no end in sight however as wave after wave of the horrible, jabbering beasts ran full pelt towards the line of retreating Space Marines, spewing chaotic fire burning against the wards of their armour.
Justicar Nelis spoke for the first time since the beginning of the conflict.
“Sir, there are too many of them, I do not believe we can hold this line much longer, with respect...The forge world is lost.”
