Strangely Beautiful Daemonette of Slaanesh
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Javao System
Space
M41.968
The sight of the cruiser dilated Drathos eyes as his mouth salivated at the thought of their prizes.
"Adepta Soroitus," The aspiring champion whispered to himself at the thought of the prestige he would receive when he brought the prizes back to his war band's fortress.
"The Inquisition ship is trying to contact us, they are replying to our fake SOS," The pilot, Librarian Korvus, who was sitting below Drathos spoke.
"Give me the Vox speaker," Drathos replied to the pilot who handed him the headset.
"This is Inquisitor Varo replying to your SOS, identify yourself at once, frigate," the voice was strong and assertive and sounded like a middle aged human. It didn't sound like a prize though. That's all Drathos was interested in. Their slender bodies, their flowing white hair, and their pompousness soon to be crushed by Drathos hand. He became excited, and he wanted to burst out with a frenzy of cheering, but he held it in and kept his composure.
"This is Captain Mar, my ships been raided by pirates. They took almost all our supplies including our fuel. We've been floating around for days sending signals out to any nearby ships for help,"
The warrior in the pilot's seat looked at Drathos, "Captain Mar?" the warrior snickered under his helmet.
"I didn't ask what happened, I asked who you are, what is your identification and scripitum?"
Drathos was already prepared for this question and had the captains log already pulled up on the screen he was standing next to.
"A-3-2-6-S-D-A-D M41.968," replied Drathos over the vox link.
"What is it you want us to do about your problem, Mar?" replied the Inquisitor.
Drathos gleamed out the window in front of him looking at the inquisition cruiser that shinned from the nearby star's light. It sat suspended in space with its gun batteries pointing at Drathos' hijacked ship.
"We request fuel and some food supplies, or else we won't make it back to our forge world," Drathos replied trying to sound as pathetic as possible. He started shaking anxiously at the thought of killing and capturing sisters.
"Very well, you have permission to dock for 1 hour... we will fuel you're ship as well. You are permitted to take as much food as you NEED,” The inquisitor emphasizing on the word "need".
"Thank you my lord," Drathos said as he dropped the vox headset on the floor.
"We have permission to board, brother Korvus," Drathos spoke to his Librarian who was piloting the ship.
Korvus smiled as he throttled the frigate towards the cruiser.
Drathos moved out of the wire and electronic filled cockpit to enter through the walkway and to the atrium of where the frigates cargo should've been. but instead, there were 30 traitor space marines. They all had pink and purple armor, to show their dedication to Slaanesh. They cheered and smacked each other's heads at the thought of the sisters. Some were revving chainswords while other, more sophisticated warriors, were cleaning their bolters.
"BLACK HEXES!" Drathos shouted over them.
"The lieutenant speaks!" a warrior shouted as they all got quiet and gave Drathos their full attention.
"We are cleared for boarding!" Drathos shouted at them.
There was a bunch of howling and cheering.
"DEATH TO THE FALSE EMPEROR!"
"OUR PRIZES AWAIT US BROTHERS!" shouted Drathos.
They felt the frigate shake as it attached itself to the Inquistion cruiser. The slamming of metal hit home with sounds banging.
Drathos felt fairly tired since he did not sleep for the past 10 days. It was crucial to make sure the scheme went according to plan, thus there was no time to sleep. But it payed off. If they were successful, they would return to their hidden fortress with an Imperial Cruiser and for the first time ever, women.
Drathos put on his helmet, unsheathed his sword and took out a splinter pistol he looted from a Dark Eldar for this exact occasion. The toxin darts would paralyze the sisters of battle instead of killing them. He went down the stairs to the floor full of warriors. As his helmet configured he walked passed his warriors who nodded and saluted chainswords in respect of Drathos' excellent leadership and planning.
"For our princess of chaos," a warrior said to Drathos saluting his chainsword.
Drathos nodded and replied, "And above all else... for yourself."
He continued passed his warriors and towards the gate as his personal squad of five warriors joined up behind him. At this point his helmet was done integrating. A map of the cruiser showed up on his helmet's Hud as well as his heart rate, night vision/thermal selection screens, a tactical read out of the chaos marines behind him, and voice activated controls for a number of gadgets.
As the Gate steamed from depressurizing the warriors cocked their bolters and revved their chainswords.
The gate lowered as Drathos clenched his power sword. It gleamed with energy and then he voice activated a gadget that played his favorite sounds. It was a mellow tune that played into his ears in combat. The sounds made combat all the more pleasurable as he cut foes into pieces. He grinned as the excitement morphed into ecstasy.
The gate dropped and in front of Drathos was the Inquistor in gold power armor. He smiled as he saw the inquistors face turn to one of shock and awe. There was no way in chaos he could have been expecting a half company of chaos marines. Even if he was a psyker.
Drathos ran forward off the ramp and into the cruiser's loading bay. He shot a Sister standing next to the inquistor with the splinter pistol as he ran, paralyzing her. Her white hair floated down to the floor as her face was full of shock.
Drathos took a breath from the ecstasy as he charged forward at the inquistor. He plunged his force sword into his belly as he smiled perversely under his helmet as he watched the Inquistors eyes roll into the back of his head.
In front of him, Servaitors watched without emotion as many sisters and imperial navy personnel were paralyzed from toxin darts or blown away by bolter fire.
Drathos looked around as his chaos brothers ran out of the frigates loading gate firing bolters and looted splinter pistols at the sisters and other inquistional members.
It was amazing. The lighting of the battle flowed through Drathos' eyes like a river of beauty. He continued through the gorgeous scene of carnage to reach the large door at the end of the loading dock. There, a sister was fumbling over a jam of her bolt pistol. Drathos kicked her down, knocking the bolt pistol out of her hands. He then grabbed her by the neck and put her to his face.
Her hands clambered at Drathos's choking the life out of her as he held her above the ground. Her eyes teared in horror. He watched as her white hair shook around as he could see her face turning blue.
The melody sound in his ears pumped the ecstasy even more. The sound invigorated him as he watched life flow from her eyes.
"A humble offering, princess of chaos," Drathos said as he snapped the sisters neck. He threw her to the ground as he continued with 5 warriors behind him.
Moving forward down the corridor an unarmored sister attempted to ambush the warriors, but to no avail as one of Drathos's warriors blew her head away with a bolter as she peeked out of cover.
"MORE! MORE!" shouted Drathos as they moved from corridor to corridor slaughtering or tranquilizing pathetic navy personnel that stood in their path.
As they rounded a corner they received bolter fire. Instantly, the warriors reacted and rushed into cover behind the corner. Drathos motioned his hands in the form of pulling the pin out of grenade to the warrior next to him. The warrior nodded and pulled out a krak grenade.
"Squad, Lay down suppressing fire on my command!" Drathos said unable to hear anything but the melody in his head.
YES LIEUTENANT, the words flickered on his complex HUD, it Identified those around him who spoke making their words turn into text, a courtesy of Korvus' excellent engineering skills.
"NOW!" Drathos commanded.
The 4 warriors unleashed hell in the form of bolter fire at the sisters and inquisition members on the far side of the hallway. They all reacted too quickly for any of the warriors bolter fire to have killed any.
The warrior beside him moved into the hallway and threw the krak grenade at the enemies position behind the inlets.
"GET THE FU-" was all that was heard of an inquistion member as the krak grenade exploded into a flare of intense heat and flames. It flashed as the corridor erupted into a fire. Screams were heard but the flare wasn't enough to take out the Inquistion members at the far end of the corridor.
Drathos used this as an opportunity to cut more imperials with his power sword. As the flames started to die down Drathos rushed through the dimming fires to the end of the hallway. He raised his power sword as he ran over the corpses of charred sisters to reach the lightly armed Inquisition members at the end of the hallway.
As they heard him coming they fired upon him with petty las pistols. The las blasts almost melted away as they hit his armor, barely leaving char marks.
Drathos slammed one of the Inquistion into the metal corridor wall with his shoulder. As the inquistion member's head was turned to mush, Drathos turned and decapitated the member behind him with his power sword. The last member tried to run into the stairway that lead to the bridge but was shot by Drathos' splinter pistol.
He hit the ground with a thud when the paralyzing dart hit him in the back.
"Something to trade to those filthy xenos," he mummered to himself.
The rest of his warriors were not far behind when his melody was cut off by a vox transmition.
"Drathos, this is Korvus," The comm spoke into his ear.
"What's the problem?" Drathos knew the only reason Korvus would interupt his slaughter was if there was an emergency of some kind.
"Grey knights terminators," The words sending excitement down his spine.
The warriors in his squad grumbled as they reloaded their bolters as they could hear the vox transmission as well.
"How many and where?" Drathos replied.
"Only 5 lieutenant, they're pinning down squad five on the bridge," the voice trailed off resuming his melody.
"Squad, on me!" Drathos ordered, "If you have plasma weapons now's the time."
Drathos holstered his splinter pistol and pulled out a plasma pistol, and smiled as the tune kicked its beat up. He ran up the stairs in which the metal echoed as the force of his boots made. As he reached the top of the stairway he came under bolter fire from a terminator at the end of the hallway that lead to the bridge. There was squad 5, pinned down hiding behind inlets in the corridor that lay in front of Drathos.
Drathos quickly took cover behind one of the many inlets watching as bolts exploded around him, taking chunks of the metal paneling off and ricocheting small debris off his power armor. The fire came from one direction and there was no way to out flank them as this was the only hallway that lead to the bridge.
The terminators were metallic silver, they would have blended into the ships paneling but were much to "clean" compared to the rust covered panels. Drathos thought about covering their armor with their own blood, which made his mouth salivate. The relief he would receive from taking away their "cleanliness" excited him.
He put his hand up to his squad on the stairway, motioning them to halt. Drathos didn't need his squad taking any unnecessary gun fire.
He peeked out and was immediately shot at by bolter fire. He quickly put his head back into cover so to not have his head blown off. He had to think. There was no way around them, the only way to take them out was to kill them in a straight up fight.
"A straight up fight" thought Drathos. He realized the only way he would be able to conquer them is in close quarters combat. The warriors enhanced agility would beat them over their slowness. However the corridor was tight for 10 space marines, this would be the only issue that would lead to their demise.
From Drathos's enhanced photo memory he knew the Terminators only had two power fists the rest had force halberds. An even contest in close quarters. The end result would be a bloody one. Drathos tapped his Vox comm on.
"WERE CHARGING!" He said over the vox, "On my command!"
The warriors slung their bolters and pulled out their chain swords and bolt pistols. It was close combat time.
"NOW!" Drathos yelled
All of the warriors ran through the corridor firing their bolt pistols at the terminators at the end of the hallway. The grey knights returned fire penetrating the armor of the warrior running beside Drathos. He hit the ground as the bolt hit his stomach and exploded inside of him killing him instantly.
Drathos and his warriors were on the terminators within a couple of seconds. They hacked and slashed at the terminators armor in a frenzy trying to hit a chink in the extremely tough armor. The warriors fought well but another one of their numbers fell when a power fist slammed into a warrior head, making mush of the helmet and skull in one powerful swing.
Drathos aimed his plasma pistol to one of the terminators who was preoccupied with trying to impale a chaos warrior with his halberd. Drathos pulled the trigger as it emitted a burst of plasma to the grey knights chest plate, revealing a chink in the armor. The warrior who was battling with him took the opportunity to plunge his chainsword into his exposed chest, making sure to cut through both of his hearts.
They couldn't celebrate as four terminators remained. Drathos turn to shoot another warrior when he felt a sharp pain in his arm. He was cut but not severely, by a force halberd. he instantly pulled his plasma pistol to shoot the aggressor who was fending off two other warriors.
As he faced the terminator to pull the trigger, he was tackled by a terminator with a bloodied power fist, knocking the pistol out of his hands. As the terminator lifted his fist up to kill Drathos, a Black Hex came from behind and drove his chainsword into the chink between the collar and the head. The warrior maneuvered the sword so it severed the terminators head. Blood sprayed all over Drathos who was beneath him. Unfortunately as soon as the warrior saved Drathos, he was impaled by a halaberd and flung into the side of the corridor.
Drathos pushed the bloodied terminator off of him and got to his feet. He instantly attacked the Grey Knight that had killed the warrior that saved him. Drathos swung down at the Knight with his power sword but the terminator parried with his halberd. Drathos clashed as another warrior joined him in trying to take down the loyalist dog.
The duo parried and swung at the knight until the warrior cut off the terminator's arm at the chink. Thus the warrior dropped his halberd, leaving the way for Drathos to impale the terminator. As he rammed his sword through the terminator's chest, the warrior he was fighting with caught bolter fire and exploded from the inside. Drathos would've been shot too, if it weren't for the terminator's body blocking the shots.
Drathos immediatly noticed he was the only one that was left. Summoning his courage and will power, he removed his power sword, dropped the body, and charged at the terminators, and got between them.
Swinging wildly he cut through the terminator's bolter gun as he dodged a blow from his power fist. he ducked underneath the other terminators swing that came from behind. His agility was amazing, as the terminators struggled to hit Drathos.
Drathos severed the terminators power fist off, who let out a scream. The other terminator, in frustration, tried to shoot Drathos at point blank. Drathos dove to the ground as soon as he noticed the terminator bring up his storm bolter to fire. The terminator reacted just after Drathos hit the deck, thus was unsuccessful and accidently fired on his already wounded comrade, killing him.
With Drathos on the ground and with an opportunity, he swung his sword, severing the terminators leg off. Screams of agony were let out as the terminator collapsed to the floor. The struggling terminator who was now on his back, brought his storm bolter to Drathos's head as blood oozed out of his leg.
"Goodbye traitor." The terminator said just before a plasma blast disintegrated his head.
Drathos looked up, it was Korvus.
"I thought you could use a hand," Korvus said cracking his neck.
"10 of our men are dead Korvus," Drathos getting to his feet above the bloody carnage. Five grey knight terminators lay dead. Nothing could stand in their way now.
"They are with Slaanesh now brother, they died honorably," replied Korvus.
"Yes they di-"
"Brothers..." A broken voice spoke amongst the carnage.
Drathos immediately stood up and walked passed Korvus to where the voice was coming from. What lay before him was a severely wounded Black Hex. His chest armor had blood dripping out of it as he made gurgling sounds presumably from blood.
"Korvus!" Drathos said motioning the Librarian over to the soldier.
The warrior put his hand up, or what was left of it towards Drathos. As Korvus arrived Drathos cluntched his maimed hand.
"I fought well, brother Lieutenant?" The warrior asked Drathos.
Drathos nodded as Korvus pulled out a medical device to survey the damage.
"His main heart has deep lacerations, his rib cage is gutted and so are one of his lungs, but his other heart is holding on,"
"What can we do Brother-Korvus?"
"We could sedate him for now and put him into a dreadnaught, when we reach our fortress," Korvus replied.
"Kill me quickly brother, I do not wish to be put in one of those things...," his voice trailing off.
"You fought well enough to not deserve that fate... so be it," Drathos said standing up and raising his sword above.
"A humble offering, prince of pleasure," said the warrior as the power sword was plunged into his heart, instantly killing him.
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