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That was very well written Ice. Really exciting, really dramatic... very grim-dark! Bravo!

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By the Golden Throne Ice! I had goosebumps at the end of that one!

Well done sir! Well done!

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Excellent! A goosebump worthy post is typically what I shoot for.

@Gits - It is nice to hear that my work is still grim darky. Typical 40k novels have various levels and sometimes I think my stuff is on the lighter side. More of a gray dark sort of level.

   
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You're good. More grim, less gray. Inushi took a melta from his own servitor to the back of the head... that's pretty grim dark.

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This one was definitely grim dark. I particularly like how the captain cut the power to the engines to draw in the enemy assault / boarding craft and how you described the ships machine spirit getting ready for the self destruction! Truly vivid and tangible

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The center of the arena was a serene well kept grassy knoll. Several small trees were dropping white blossoms. A small brook gurgled through the arena. It was as if the arena was built around the perfect concept of natural calm. Small birds tweeted in the trees and flowers were open towards the bright blue sky.

Under a crooked tree sat two individuals, Reticence and Gorehzingas. Behind the larger of the two sat seven other clan champions. Scattered around the arena, lay the bodies of ten other clan champions slowly bleeding onto the pure white grasses.

Between the two champions were their Bushini, each was creating their own ideal versions of tea, they would then be shared with one another, per tradition. The sound of tea being poured into cups could be heard throughout the arena despite eighty thousand people watching from the crowded stands.

When the Bushini were finished, they placed their teas on wooden trays, knelt down, and touched their heads to the ground. With their heads bowed, they then backed away and left the arena via gates on opposite ends.

Gorehzingus picked up his bowl of tea in both hands. He closely examined the bowl. It had a scene of ships landing and joyous celebration between brothers. As he turned the bowl he saw the two such brothers fighting in bitter struggle on the other side.

The tea was one he had never smelled before. It was a subtle white tea with a hint of fruits yet it was not clear, cream had been added to give it a milky swirl. When he was completed he looked up at the Silent One.

Before she grasped the bowl in front of her she slowly unhooked her helm and removed it. A barely contained gasp followed by intense whispers, ran laps around the arena when they saw she was a woman.

The Judicator, high in the stands, gently tapped his sceptum. It echoed through the arena and by the third tap silence had returned.

She mimicked Gorehzingus and examined the bowl of Clan Batterhorn. Victories and images of successful campaigns rimmed the bowl. She took a deep breath of the strong broth. She looked up at Gorehzingus and as one they both drank the entire contents of their bowls.

As the creamy liquid dissipated from the bowl Gorehzingus held he saw an icon on the bottom of his bowl. The shock of the image made him choke on the liquid.

Seeing the giant clan champion cough startled the champions behind him. They all stood with weapons drawn. “Poison!” One of them shouted.

The arena exploded in raucous anger before Gorehzingus held up a hand.

Everyone paused before he had several smaller coughs, clearing his throat.

Reticence did not move or seem in the least bit concerned.

“Please be calm. Everyone! There is no poison. I was merely surprised at the amazing tea in which I have just imbibed,” he smoothly stated.

The sound of people sitting back down and weapons being sheathed quickly followed as the masses settled back down.

“It appeals to me that you did so enjoy my tea, it was difficult to find the necessary components,” the Silent One finally spoke. Her voice was full of confidence and authority yet, it was quiet. Gorehzingus realized how similar it was to her tea.

“I meant no disrespect by my manners, but there is a standard within your bowl that I have not seen in,” he paused to take a deep breath. The scent of the tea filled his lungs. He felt refreshed by its aroma. “I have not seen it except in story books when I was a child.” He looked down into the bowl to see a horned bird with its talons wrapped around a planet.

“Which story book would that have been?” She asked while her thin jungle green eyes studied his response.

Gorehzingus gingerly placed the bowl back on its tray. “All of us have heard the stories of how this planet was founded 10,000 years ago.” He looked around at the enthralled stands before continuing. “The Great Eight Clans of the Mortimon system, Moz, Oscillix, Roundem, Tig’nagu, Issum, Mhumrif, Oshiashi, and Neva. You have the image of the Great Ashi within your bowl. Where did you find it?”

She carefully set the Batterhorn bowl back on its tray before she addressed Gorehzingas. “I found it right where my father left it,” she reached for her helmet.

Gorehzingas narrowed his eyes, “and who was your father?”

“Xan Oshiashi, First of the White Mist, defender of the TriSpire and Governor of Mortimon Secondus,” she stated before she placed her helmet on her head.

The Clan Champion of Batterhorn shook his head and laughed. “That is not possible. He lived eight thousand years ago and died when the greenskins first invaded our system.”

Reticence slowly stood up. Her armored form was not even close to being as tall as the sitting giant before her.

She looked up at him once more before addressing the crowd for the first time. “My name is Xanshi Oshiashi, second born of the White Mist and Clan Champion of the Oshiashi. I fought beside my father when the greenskins invaded. I skewered their warlord with my chainfist.” She hesitated before taking on a forlorn look. “I have been asleep for seven thousand years and have now awoken to find my planet in disarray. My Spires tumbled into ruin. And my people,” she waved at the crowd. “My people are nothing like I remember,” she examined Gorehzingus once again. “I have returned to take back my families rightful claim and defend Mortimon Secondus against the oncoming threat.”

“That is truly a marvelous tale Xanshi, or whoever you are, but there is no threat. Our planet has been at peace for hundreds of years. There has not been a call to arms during any of our life times. The Red Robes of the Machines protect us now,” Gorehzingus exclaimed.

“Then why,” Xanshi began as the people of the crowd began to shout and point.

Up in the sky dozens of objects were rapidly falling in a scattered formation. Ships flew amidst them and behind them all was a massive castle plummeting through the air. The ships flew outwards while the drop pods crashed down into the city around them. One pod plummeted right into the arena crushing a thousand year old tree not twenty yards away from the champions.

Before the debris had even settled to the ground ten black armored space marines stood in a circle around the pod, white weapons pointed at the crowd. One shield wielding marine stepped forward towards the champions. The ornate black and blue shield had a skull in its center and his right hand was an oversized white fist crackling with power.

“Citizens! My name is Razzik, Captain of the 10th company of the Ice Angel Chapter. Mortimon Secondus is under assault by a xenos force that has come to capture all of us. It is time to seek shelter and prepare for war. Who here is in charge!?” He shouted for all to hear.

Xanshi gave a side glance to Gorehzingus who grimly looked back at her.

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" 'yo butts belong to US now..."

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I can think of less formal ways to announce they are under attack "Hide yo Kids! Hide yo Wife!" comes to mind.

I actually thought the female was an inquisitor, I would have put money on it. I'm glad I didn't as I would have lost that money.

I look forward to the next installment.

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Ohhhhh...

I agree Knightley, wasn't expecting her to be Ancient, or the planet to be the one Razzik was unceremoniously crashing into.

Well played Ice, well played.

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*crickets chirp*

*dust blows*

*Azalle is still staring at his computer screen*

Thoughts running through his head...."but, Ice... I want to know.... I NEED to know what happens next!!!"

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HA! That made me laugh.

Sorry, story is still in progress, please feel free to talk amongst yourselves. I'll give you a topic.

Favorite kill in the Ice Angel fluff thus far. Xenos or not. GO!

   
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For me would have to be Inushi in the Ork crawler, just going mental smashing orks left right and centre, then using the melta bomb (IIRC it was Inushi, but the scene was badass) followed closely by the Dark Eldar ripping the Captain to bits through speed.

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Wow, i never would have guessed either one of those Knightley. Thanks for sharing.

I think my favorite would be Cyaxeres showing the Emperor's mercy to Desai or Fybblywhyp being killed by the Ice Angel Psyker with the snow flake.

   
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The energy level in the arena had drastically changed. The peaceful anticipation had turned into anxious fear. Calls were being made and messages were being sent out. In the center of it all, stood Captain Razzik and the Clan Champions. The Judicator and other members of leadership were having heated debates high up in the stands.

Mortifex stayed hidden with Olivero and Saddicus. They were in the arena in a sub level, watching from a ground level window.

“Nefas had to have sent them. It is too unlikely that they would have arrived on their own,” Mortifex mused out loud. He was closest to the window examining the Ice Angels and the further conversations.

“Perhaps the Emperor wishes to punish them as well. He sent them here to join us in a miserable death,” Saddicus spat in his high pitched tone.

Mortifex ignored the remark from behind him. “Had Nefas sent them we would have received some warning or message,” an idea sparked his thoughts. “We should check in with,” he began as he turned around. He froze mid motion, “oh no. Where is he?”

“CAPTAIN RAZZIK!” a shout echoed from outside. Mortifex was already running towards the door.

In the center of the arena the crowed turned to see the brightly colored form of Olivero confidently walking onto the white grasses in the arena. Sabers were casually held in his hands.

Razzik looked at the champions and the same look of confusion covered their faces.

“Sergeant Mortifex, I presume,” Razzik began.

“You presume incorrectly, the one that stands before you, you may address as the Celestial Unicorn.” Olivero continued his march across the field.

Razzik opened his mouth to speak again but Olivero cut him off, “be wary Captain Razzik, that woman before you is a traitor to this planet, her lies are already tainting the air around us. She is the cause of the woes on this planet and I have been sent do dispatch her.”

The black helm of Captain Razzik turned to her and his white powerfist raised in her direction. The clicking of ammo feeds echoed through the suddenly silent arena.

“HALT!” another voice boomed.

Sergeant Mortifex came running into the arena.

Looks from the Ice Angels and every one in the arena passed between all of the new comers.

“I am Sergeant Mortifex, please lower your weapon Captain,”
“but she IS the traitor,” Olivero stomped.
“Explain yourselves! We have no time for these distractions,” Razzik shouted in annoyance.
“She is a xenos mutated vile woman,”Olivero began.
“Shut your idiotic mouth,” Mortifex commanded.
“How dare you?!” Oliver stepped back stunned by the words.

“Captain, I apologize but I assume you know why we are here. She is one of our suspects we are investigating but nothing has been confirmed.” Mortifex smoothly added.

Xanshi was taken back by the sudden turn of events. The champions were even more suspicious of her now and the arrival of the mythical space marines certainly changed everything.

Captain Razzik turned back to Xanshi and one again raised the white fist, the four barrels on the back of his hand were glaring at her ready to spit destruction. “Explain yourself, NOW!”

The power behind his words was sudden and impressive. Xanshi somehow managed to stay calm. She looked up at Captain Razzik, “I can argue who I am too all of you, but something tells me now would not be the time. Let me show you. If we all head to the remains of the TriSpire, we can hide in my family’s catacombs deep beneath it.”

“Those are a myth,” Gorehzingus rolled his eyes. “Countless have tried to find them and none have ever returned from the depths of that shattered pit.”

“It is well hidden and still vast. The entire cities population could survive there for quite some time. We must hurry though if we need to get everyone there.”

The clan champions began to shout about staying protected within the city and how she is a liar. Gorehzingus remained quite. Razzik kept his weapon leveled with her before he spoke. His tone silenced those around him.

“Mortifex, I do not have enough information to ascertain the truth or lies behind what she speaks. I leave this decision up to you.” Razzik spoke.

“Let me send her to the Emperor. Let HIM decide,” Olivero said while sliding his two blades against one another.

“Xanshi, I have trouble believing your claims thus far. Before I pass judgment, tell me why you joined these games. How will winning this aid you in protecting the people? There must have been alternatives involving less subterfuge,” Mortifex questioned while stepping between her and Olivero.

She looked down for a moment before looking up to where the Judicator and the planets governing body sat. She pointed to them. “The winner is allowed to adorn his armor with the Mortimon Brooch. I need it,”

Up in the stands, next to the Judicator, on a pedestal, sat the brilliant jaded Brooch.

“What could that piece of jewelry be needed for, it is merely a ceremonial piece?” Gorehzingus remarked while pointing to a replica one that he wore.

“The original one will allow me to wake up my knights and possibly the others across the planet if any others remain,” Xanshi said while continuing to stare up at the distant jewels.

For a moment Razzik lowered his weapon, “Clarify what you mean by a knight?”

Xanshi turned back to him and looked up at his black helmet.

Sudden vox static distracted Mortifex. It was the voice of Tek’Ar, “you won’t believe what we found down here.”

   
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Oh Yes!

That was charged with anticipation. I expect the Ogryns might have something to say about this however

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I find it amusing that Azalle complains about me not writing and then when I do he doesn't say anything.

Shame on you Azalle, lol.

   
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*slowly wakes up and drags himself off the floor*

I'm sorry, I had an Overdoes of Out-fething-Standingness

And I must say, You did an amazing job of tying all three of the separate stories lines together. Your writing has improved significantly since the start of your story. Truly enjoyable

And I have been suitably shamed... I'll go wait in the corner... quietly... and not speak until spoken to - or at least till you post again

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"wake up my knights"??

LOL!

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The ceremonial hall was lined with lights and countless wall sconces but only a handful were on. The dim light illuminated the arching support beams and flying buttresses. The floor had a main walkway down the center, lined with green tiles. Side paths led to statues that were set deep within the dark marble walls. Banners stood around the room. Ancient gothic script was written on the cloth and etched into golden floor tiles. Several sculptures of metal and rock depicted scenes of walking machines defeating monsters and xenos alike. Smaller stone statues, twenty feet tall, stood in groups of four in set distances around the room. The art was amazing and the room was pristine. There was no dust, no dirt, even the banners looked as if they had been laundered and rehung.

In the center of it all was a sixty foot statue of a knight fighting a winged two headed bird demon. The knight held up the creature with a chainfist that was buried into the birds chest. Its other arm was firing into the birds two heads. Swarming over the knight were bizarre creatures that were spitting fire from oddly position heads and arms that ended in mouths.

“She is what? Did you say a company of Ice Angels? Never mind all of that, you said that planet is being invaded?” Tek’Ar questioned in quick succession. The Discordant Chapter marine sat on a stone block that lined the main pathway. Behind him was a gangly metal statue with shoulder mounted heavy stubbers, a collection of lengthy tentacle arms, and a pair of pincers that looked like the beaks on the Imperial Eagle. The statue was poised to strike an unseen enemy with claws and tentacles alike.

Deklyn watched Tek’Ar for a moment before wandering off. Xerin was standing tall as always. His posture was the complete opposite of the lounging Tek’Ar.

“Okay, we will locate.” Tek’Ar added before he stood up. “Omicron Eighty Eight,” he mumbled. “Apparently the only thing sentient in this compound is a tech priest.”

Xerin systematically looked around the room before speaking up, “I suggest we split up.”

“I agree,” Tek’Ar began, “I’ll head back and look through the eastern chambers. Xerin, check the western chambers. Deklyn, full sweep of this one?” He asked, as the Storm Warden wandered back and stood before Tek’Ar.

The deep voice of Deklyn boomed. “No need,” the heavy set marine said as he slowly pointed to the gangly statue behind Tek’Ar.

At the motion the statue burst into action. The tentacles twitched, the claws snapped, and the whole thing moved with surprising speed. It came to attention and looked down at the three of them. The machine did not have a head but an octagon shaped sensor array mounted on its thin shoulders.

Xerin looked over his shoulder at the twenty foot tall machine that could have easily snapped him in half a moment ago. He grunted and noticed the designation across its chest. Omicron Eighty Eight was etched in a gold recess in a small font, unlike the other statues it was sparsely decorated.

“Greetings,” a female’s voice came from the machine,”please follow me.” The machine turned and marched off with long strides. The marines glanced at one another before jogging after it.

The three of them ran behind the machine as it quietly stepped through the cavernous halls. After nearly fifteen minutes of silent running, they reached an intersection between seven different paths. The center of the room was a circular pit. Seven beams lined the pit and reach up to the ceiling. Omicron’s upper torso spun around with surprising speed.

“Before we continue on I believe you have questions we however do not have the time for further chat so I will forfeit information to create a mutual relationship as I already know more about you then you know about me.” The female machine rapidly stated.

“Deklyn, Tek’Ar, and Xerin, we must increase power to the catacombs, activate the lifts, and organize the arrival of refugees from the local populace. The most efficient method to do so will involve us splitting up. Will you comply?” She added while a series of clicks and whirrs echoed from her upper torso.

Deklyn nodded his head in approval. Tek’Ar tilted his head in fascination. Xerin held a defensive stance unflinching at the machine.

One final click from the machine and the torso opened up to reveal a person within, or what remained of a person. A black robed woman propelled herself out of the machine. Her upper torso was attached to a grav engine that allowed her to hover well above their heads. Her bronze face mask was angelic yet her helmet was a demonic visage that appeared to be consuming the angelic face. Countless wires and appendages dangled from the back of her helmet while her robe covered the rest of her body.

“I surmise your silence as an affirmation of my prior question. Deklyn and Xerin, my field repair unit will carry you to the bottom levels to increase power output to needed levels. Tek’Ar I will need you to open the needed power conduits.” She pointed to one of the hallways. “I have already accessed your vox channel. I will give you further commands once you arrive at your destinations.”

Deklyn stepped forward and the larger machine picked him up with several metal tentacles.

“Come on Xerin,” he motioned.

Reluctantly Xerin stepped forwards, but he kept his shield and weapon out. He was picked up in a similar fashion. No further words were spoken before the long legged machine used all of its remaining appendages to scale the side of the pit and descend into its unlit depths.

The hum of an antigrav engine increased and the tech priest began to quickly rise up to the ceiling.

Tek’Ar watched her depart and listened to the methodical clanks from the descending machine that carried his squad mates. He looked over to his designated hall way and sighed.

“Given that you can hear us and we are in transit, can you explain what this place is and why its here?” Tek’Ar asked as he began to jog down his hall.

“I can, but I will not. I do not see the need to divulge that information,” the feminine voice retorted.

Tek’Ar thought for a moment before responding, “It would make me feel better if I knew a little more about our situation.”

“We are about to be invaded by a xenos force of the eldar variety. The local populace is being sent here for shelter. You will aid me, per your superior officer’s command, and then you will go to the surface to assist in the defense of the entrances. The requested information will not add any strategic value therefore it will not be dispensed as it would only lead to further questions.” Omicron rattled off.

Tek’Ar shook his head at the response before closing his end of the vox line, “why does no one care about my feelings?”

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great Installment! I can't wait to see how all this plays out.

And who's her master??

Well done ice

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I am left scratching my head... which isn't a bad thing.

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Indeed! More questions must be asked before answers will be given. CONTINUE!

   
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Sorry for the delay chaps, but I have been writing titan stories so I can win a titan or two. How cool would that be?

   
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That would be very cool. Gotta have your priorities after all! Good luck!

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Waiting on plasma gun?

   
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We've been waiting on this thing:



Thats why i havent had much Titan painting going on xD One of my missions at AC is to see if FW is selling this at their booth.




Anyways... I know I dont pop in here often enough, but I still really enjoy the stories, Ice. Thanks for sharing them

   
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I can see why you would wait. That thing is super cool. Thanks for trolling my story. I'm glad you guys continue to read it and enjoy it.

   
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The dense jungle was even thicker near the entrance to the Mechanicum lair. Doors and gates were scattered along the sheer rock face at various levels. Platforms were higher up along the ridge. The scale of the facility was impossible to determine but judging the distance between gates and platforms it must fill the wide mountain and the neighboring rock faces.

The main gate was a monstrous four panel door of black and silver. Flanking it were smaller gates that were over grown by vegetation and lack of use. Only the massive quad panel gate was cleared of vines and underbrush. Within the center panel a pair of smaller doors was open. Red light bathed the creatures that marched out in parallel lines.

Outside the gate stood rows of servitors in groups of ten. Every minute or so another group would exit and form up next to a previous one. They were servitors created from the local population, much larger then the typical servitors. One or more weapons were attached to their bodies usually replacing an arm or mounted over their shoulders.

Bonamire studied them through his enhanced optics that he had plugged into his helmet. He hid in dense foliage completely motionless at the base of a tree. A gnarled root was covering a boulder that was as tall as he was. Between the trunk and the top of the boulder in the slight depression rested the optical unit. Ten feet away he waited.

Dark clouds were cresting the mountain as more servitors departed the building. Finally a tech priest strode out. He was hunched over and easily the smallest figure there. A trio of hovering servitors quickly followed. The trio were created by using the upper torso’s of children. Their arms had been replaced with wicked maniples or bolters. They twitched and moved suddenly as if floating still was against their programming. They looked around and scanned, jutted and contorted.

In front of the storm came a squadron of ships along with smaller escorts. Bonamire expected immediate action by the Mechanicum but they continued their vigil. The dark eldar ships were sleek and slender transports. The escorts were jet bikes that looked hardly more then engines attached to a bladed seat.

The lead vessel spun around and hovered near the ground. A handful of scantily clad women leapt off of the sides of the vessel right before black armored warriors stepped off. Their large blades were held with both hands.

Following behind them all was a figure that must have been their commander. Trophies and artfully crafted blades adorned his simple armor.

The tech priest moved forward and bowed before the dark eldar. The motion disgusted Bonamire. He had found the traitor and he had been right but witnessing it first hand disturbed him to no end. He wanted nothing more then to take out the priest after demanding an explanation. The hair on his neck stood up as his ire grew. He found himself breathing heavier and shaking his head. The single bladed lightning claw purred in response, the weapons ancient spirit was impatient and ached to be used.

The calculating side of his conscious finally reasserted itself. He was here for reconnaissance. He needed to report back his findings. A needless death would accomplish nothing but give the enemy the upper hand. He reached up to recoil the wire on his optical unit when he paused.

Something was wrong.

In a single swift motion he slashed right while his blade erupted with purple energy. A crackle of dissipating energy followed the sharp retort of his blade deflecting another blade. Before the motion had ended he dove forward onto his chest away from the tree. He didn’t need to see the enemy to know it was there.

He launched himself up with his arms while his legs pumped. His optical unit, that was still resting on the rock, flew off the rock through the air as the wire recoiled that connected it to his helmet. The unit picked up a glimpse of an armored upright serpent standing next to his previous position.

Within seconds Bonamire was barreling through undergrowth and vines. He opened his vox line and received nothing but overwhelming feedback. He was being jammed.

He had to get to his speeder and away from the Mechanicum. He had too warn the others.

   
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