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Thanks MA.

All of my titan entry stuff has been completed. Now back to the Ice Angel stuff. Things are about to get thick and I can not wait to share it with all of you.

   
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Awesome, here's hoping its visceral bloody and detailed

IceAngel wrote:I must say Knightley, I am very envious of your squiggle ability. I mean, if squiggles were a tactical squad, you'd be the sergeant. If squiggles were an HQ, you'd be the special character. If squiggles were a way of life, you'd be Doctor Phil...
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Hey IceAngel, do you know Black Library already started another submission period? You could try your luck as the main theme is "The Imperium of Man"

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I think they are almost always looking for new authors and writers now. I should try again but I don't really have the motivation right now. Thanks for the heads up though. I do appreciate it. Once I have book two finished I may try creating some side stories before continuing on to book three in the Ice Angel trilogy.

   
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Lieutenant Tsabin held onto the arm rest of his chair with white knuckles. He forced himself to take deep slow breaths. His mind knew what was happening but he could not get his body to cooperate. The Vault, the centermost piece of the Alabaster Reflection, was plummeting through the atmosphere. His body was held in place by a five point harness. He once again wondered if the crew, more importantly his son, had made it to the necessary rooms and seats before the ship had exploded around them and sent them shooting towards the planet.

He tried to fill his head with questions but they turned into dark thoughts about how painful his death would become when they crashed. He began to recite litanies, starting with the Litany of the Defender. Turbulence shook him out of his train of thought so he switched to the Litany of Ice, one of the mantras of the Ice Angel Chapter.

A monotone voice soon interrupted him.

“Lieutenant, when were the Rites of Slumber last preformed on the auxiliary engines?” The Techmarine, Philosir, filled a good portion of the small command room. His servo arms were holding him in place so he had his hands free to manipulate the array of screens before him. The three crewmen in the room were some of the remaining naval officers from the Alabaster Reflection. Tsabin had not even been aware of the other crewman rattling off status reports as the massive fortress vault past into the lower atmosphere.

Tsabin stammered for a moment trying to focus. “Twenty eight cycles ago,” he blurted as the information came to the forefront of his thoughts.

Two of the crew were talking to each other when the dull roar of reentry was replaced with the bellow of engines turning on and slowing their descent.

“When were offerings last given to the machine spirit of the inner sanctum?” He asked immediately.

“They are given daily via the auxiliary naval tech priests and their servitors,” Tsabin quickly responded.

“Who is responsible for purifying and blessing the holy fuel within the retro burners?”

Air evacuated the lungs of Lieutenant Tsabin as a specific memory came to him. It was holiday on the ship and some of his men had brewed the best batch of Gut Check he had ever tasted. Only months later did he find out that the alcoholic drink had been created from the thousand year old holy fuel that at one time filled the retro burners.

“This’ll be the death of me,” he remembered saying that evening before passing out.

“By the Emperor’s Graces,” he mumbled when one of the crewmen spoke up.

“Retro burn in 3,2,1.”

Five feet away from Tsabin Tsabo, a naval officer switched a small silver piece of metal to the on position. Tsabin stared as time slowed to a stop. The switch sounded like thunder as it clicked into position and echoed throughout his mind. Chills ran down his spine as his eyes grew wide.

Time punched him in the face as the chamber began to spin and the crew were slammed into the right sides of their seats.

The vault was thrown into a barrel roll when only half of the retro engines had fired.

Techmarine Philosir was unphased by the sudden plummeting spiral the entire vessel was thrown into.

After a few blinding seconds of screaming, the vessel hit something and came to a screeching halt. Tsabin was panting and covered in sweat. When he finally opened his eyes he noticed that the other crew were in just as much pain. To his surprise they had still landed right side up. The room felt as it was still moving but he knew they had finally stopped.

The mechanical arms of Philosir disengaged. The Ice Angel turned to look down at Tsabin.

Tsabin uncurled his fingers as he finally let go of the arm rests. He had trouble meeting the cold gaze of Philosir.

“You knew didn’t you?” Tsabin asked.

“Affirmative,” the Techmarine quietly added.

“Why did you ask me then?”

“The lives of everyone here are dependent on our future actions AND the actions of our past. Had I not been here and timed the retro thrust with our course and trajectory, many lives would have been lost. I think you know whose fault that would have been,” Philosir added.

“Get your men in position along the battlements. Deploy all of the anti air weapons but leave the wall mounts and roof cannons covered.” He commanded before squeezing through the small doorway.

From the hall way he paused, he looked back over his shoulder at the still seated Lieutenant.

“Yes sir,” Tsabin nodded.

The Techmarine marched away.

Tsabin, for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, relaxed in his seat as regret infected his mind.

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Oooh the follies of the past come back to haunt the present, I like the idea behind that. I wonder if the idea will play more in the future.

IceAngel wrote:I must say Knightley, I am very envious of your squiggle ability. I mean, if squiggles were a tactical squad, you'd be the sergeant. If squiggles were an HQ, you'd be the special character. If squiggles were a way of life, you'd be Doctor Phil...
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Well written!! And Philosir entering Boss mode. Great installment

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Knightley wrote:Oooh the follies of the past come back to haunt the present, I like the idea behind that. I wonder if the idea will play more in the future.


Thanks bud. It certainly may. I think the follies of the past has been a big theme within 40k. I mine as well apply that in my story too.

Master Azalle wrote:Well written!! And Philosir entering Boss mode. Great installment


Thanks Azalle. I hate to say it but I kind of forgot Philosir was around in book two. I think he played such a huge role in book one that I want him to be a bit more of a background guy in book two. I do really like him though. He is such a rich character with a nice balance of mystery about him. I don't know how I ended up with that but he is one of my favorites.

Wait until he gets into battle mode! Philosir is going to handle some business......

or is he............. mwahahahaha

   
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Nice installment Ice. Philosir is BACK baby!

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Branches broke and bushes were knocked aside as Bonamire plowed through the underbrush. Speed was his best option and he was not allowing the jungle to get in his way. Rain was now pouring down on and around him. The force in which the rain was pummeling the ground was creating a deafening roar. The entire jungle was quaking from the impact of heavy rain drops. Bonamire assumed he was being pursued but he did not take the opportunity to confirm that suspicion. Instead he continued on as fast as his genetically enhanced form would propel him.

A collection of large stones signified he was almost to his speeder. With a thought the case on his shoulder opened and revealed his plasma gun. He ran up a gradual incline to the top of a jutting stone, leapt onto a massive low branch before jumping through a wall of leaves. He reached over his shoulder and grabbed his beloved weapon, Belligerence, as his body broke branches mid air.

His speeder was parked between some of the large stones on the other side. A pair of dark eldar in turquoise armor were on the speeder while a third was perched on one of the boulders behind it. All three were turning and grabbing for weapons when Bonamire blew off the face of the eldar on the boulder.

Bonamire slid down the side of a boulder when he fired a second time. The dark eldar near the controls of the speeder had his chest disintegrated by a ball of glowing plasma. The remaining dark eldar fired a trio of explosive shards that ricocheted off Bonamires wet armor while stepping side ways down the length of the small craft.

In response Bonamire took the last few running steps onto the deck of the simple speeder. He lowered a shoulder to knock the xenos off the ship but the tall creature was already jumping off the side.

The slick deck of the ship rocked as the weight of a space marine shifted from one side to the other. The xenos crashed onto the ground from an awkward landing. Bonamire fired a hissing bolt of plasma through the armored foe.

Four seconds later the speeder was rising up out of its hidden position within the rocks. He got above the underbrush level when he began to push forward with the speeder. The explosion of crystalline shards on the prow of his speeder heralded the arrival of his next quarry. Behind him in the distance weaving through the trees were a swarm xenos speeders. Through the haze caused by the heavy rain he could not make out details but judging by the size, reavers and venoms were heading his direction.

   
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You're boned dude.

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Speeders can be pretty quick, but Dark Eldar Jetbikes are quicker. Heres hoping a saviour is near by, like a knight or something?

IceAngel wrote:I must say Knightley, I am very envious of your squiggle ability. I mean, if squiggles were a tactical squad, you'd be the sergeant. If squiggles were an HQ, you'd be the special character. If squiggles were a way of life, you'd be Doctor Phil...
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His speeder had just reached full speed when the reavers were around him. They shouted and screamed with excitement as they easily out maneuvered his larger speeder. Bonamire responded with plasma fire. The first shot took out the lead driver that then collided into another. His second shot hit the side of a zooming jet bike and sent the small craft spiraling into a tree.

Alerts from Belligerence were forcing him to wait before he could fire again. He attempted to bash into a reaver on his right but the skilled driver flew higher up. The reaver then juked left and one of the short wings on the jet bike hit Bonamire in his shoulder guard with agonizing force.

The blow knocked the power armored marine off the speeder. The sounds of his speeder crashing against a tree and then splashing into water came moments before he landed ungracefully in thick vegetation on his back. He stayed motionless in the vegetation looking up at the thick rain droplets that still bombarded the jungle. He knew he was hurt but the autoinjected pain meds were doing their job. He heard the reavers hovering nearby; their bikes were like sick birds screeching in the storm. He heard their cackles as they looked around for him.

His vox suddenly crackled with dull static. He must be on the edge of the jamming signal. If he could just get a little further he may able to warn the others.

“……….mire, do you…..” the voice of Mortifex was trying to reach him.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Bonamire, do you copy?” Mortifex repeated. A feeling of unease continued to linger as he tried the vox line again. He shook his head at the black armored Captain Razzik. Razziks response was to step aside to once again look out at the jungle from the top of the city wall they stood upon. A caravan of vessels was below them heading toward the ruins. Speeders and six legged walkers moved through the wide jungle path, each was brimming with supplies and people. The majority of the clans left the city as quickly as they were able. Unfortunately several of the clans decided to stay behind, still untrusting of the new comer claiming to be of the ancient house.

Mortifex stopped speaking and once again regarded Captain Razzik. The Ice Angel Captain had asked a series of questions and without hesitating split up his company. Three of his squads and the majority of his air force stayed around the city. The rest went to the ruins or to guard the path there.


Mortifex did not like any of those decisions but he had no better idea given the situation and the long list of unknowns.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *


   
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Ha! I knew he's get caught, didn't expect him to hit those bikers though, I always viewed Eldar jetbikers as xenos who's attunement to their vehicles was like an extension of their bodies and were freakishly nimble. Still we're getting action and I will never complain about that!

IceAngel wrote:I must say Knightley, I am very envious of your squiggle ability. I mean, if squiggles were a tactical squad, you'd be the sergeant. If squiggles were an HQ, you'd be the special character. If squiggles were a way of life, you'd be Doctor Phil...
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Auckland New Zealand

And a little boy waits

IceAngel wrote:I must say Knightley, I am very envious of your squiggle ability. I mean, if squiggles were a tactical squad, you'd be the sergeant. If squiggles were an HQ, you'd be the special character. If squiggles were a way of life, you'd be Doctor Phil...
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HA!

Patience Knightley......

   
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I'd say I'm waiting... but I think I'm still supposed to be in the corned last time I asked for moar...

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You can always ask. I do have some time off in a few weeks. My plan is to get this next section finished then.

   
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Ice....

Sir...

Can we please have some moar?

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The downpour of rain intensified. The large broad leaves around Bonamire violently shook from the aquatic assault. The sound of the hovering jet bikes was muffled in the torrential rain. Bonamire was still lying on his back unmoving in the undergrowth. Water and mud surrounded him, more then half of him was submersed.

He knew he could not hide from them forever. He knew he had to move before more arrived. He slowly rose up to a crouch to see if he could ascertain which direction his speeder had crashed. He recalled the sound of it splashing into water. If he could cross the river he should be far enough to get a vox message out.

“Emperor be my shield,” he whispered to himself. He looked to his right and saw a gap in the canopy. It had to be the river. He caught glimpses of bikes floating in between the trunks. They were spread out, looking down at the jungle floor. One fired several rounds from his splinter cannon.

Bonamire did not see what he was shooting at but he took the opportunity to move. He stayed low and tried to stay in the thicker vegetation. He moved and then paused. He attached his optical unit onto Belligerence and used it as an extra set of eyes. He continued his tactic of moving from vegetation and then waiting.

The river was closer then he realized and he was soon watching the bulging river bank rush past him. Plants stretched from the river banks trying to reach sun light that normally bathed the area. Now they were drooping low and some were caught in the fast flowing current.

He crept closer and felt exposed. He mag locked his plasma gun, got down on his stomach, and crawled to the edge. Leaves, larger then his chest, shook up and down. In between their waving he examined the river. It was probably thirty meters wide but not very deep. It was littered with smooth rocks of various sizes.

Run across the rocks or crawl across the river, he began to think when a ship lazily hovered down the river. A second ship hovered not far behind. The Raiders bristled with Dark Eldar all scanning the river and the banks.

Bonamire pushed himself back away from the edge of the river when one of the largest leaves in front of him was knocked aside from water cascading down from a higher group of leaves. In that instance lightning flashed and his eyes locked with a scantily clad wych that stood on the second raider.

The leaf bounced back into place but moved slightly passed its original position; briefly he could once again see the deck of the floating vessel. This time the Wych was mid air, leaping off the platform down onto one of the rocks in the river.

The screams of hovering jet bikes was approaching. He knew his options were very limited. He slid back and stood up. He took several quick steps to come around the other side of the trunk he was closest too. While stepping around he came face to face with the Wych. She held two jagged daggers and a wicked grin.

Her mouth opened to release a soft laugh. Bonamire raised his plasma gun but she was already moving. The ball of plasma passed by here and into the river. She side stepped and leapt. Daggers flashed and were met by the lone blade that protruded out of his gauntlet. With his other hand he attempted to bash her with the side of Belligerence. She rolled away from the attack and some how cart wheeled back at him. He side slashed with his blade but caught only air. He took several steps away from her towards the river.

Lightning flashed as she pressed the attack. He jumped back away from her with his back towards the river. He fired another shot at her that she narrowly avoided. Her grin grew wider as the ends of her hair smoked.

Bonamire took several steps and found himself a third of the way across the river as he splashed into the rushing water. It came up to the middle of his thighs. She stood at the edge of the river watching. The jet bikes were now hovering over head. The two raiders were flanking him. Dozens of dark eldar had weapons leveled at him.

The Wych paused and he noticed her give a momentary look to one of the raiders. He risked a glance of his own. The masked Eldar from earlier was on the raider surrounded by his white masked guards. He cocked his head and Bonamire heard the laughter of the wych over the storm.

Bonamire grasped his favored plasma gun in both hands, he flipped a switch and spoke through his vox. “Mortifex, the Mechanicum are the traitors, do not trust them. I repeat, do not trust any of them. I have witnessed their betrayal.”

He held up his plasma gun above his head as plasma began to vent. The Dark Eldar paused, the Wych sneered. He threw the weapon into the river. It was carried away by the current.

The sneer on the Wych changed into a smile as she screamed with excitement. Bonamire pulled a bolt pistol and turned. He fired at the masked leader on the raider. The first round ricocheted off an invisible protective shield. The second round exploded next to the leaders shoulder. Bonamire took a step and continued to fire. The third round took off the face of one of the guards that was getting in the way. The fourth plunged through the chest of another.

The Dark Eldar all around him opened fire. He got eight more rounds off and ended the lives of four more xenos before his armor and body was eviscerated by enemy fire.

When the enemy fire ceased the rain ended with it. The Wych was still screaming, but this time in anger.

In the distance, high up in the trees a grey armored figure watched. His chanting momentarily stopped. “Journey safe Sergio Bonamire of the Salvage Angels, may the Emperor grant your light a second chance,” Brother Micus whispered as he watched the plasma gun tumble away in the river.


   
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Awesome, I'm glad I've waited for this. He knew he was fethed, but still went out swinging.

Top notch.

IceAngel wrote:I must say Knightley, I am very envious of your squiggle ability. I mean, if squiggles were a tactical squad, you'd be the sergeant. If squiggles were an HQ, you'd be the special character. If squiggles were a way of life, you'd be Doctor Phil...
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Very nice passage. Needs a bit of editing... probably typos mostly... but that doesn't change the impact of the piece. Well done my friend.

Anvildude: "Honestly, it's kinda refreshing to see an Ork vehicle that doesn't look like a rainbow threw up on it."

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Thanks guys. I have to admit, that last post was probably the most challenging one I have written in a long time. It may not seem like it but I did not like anything I was writing in that scene for the longest time. This was f course the best version, but because of the multiple rewrites that it took before I got here I did not take my usual time to edit. I got to the point were I said, "F it, i am posting this now"

Thanks for bearing with me. I am hoping that I can now move forward with less down time between posts.

   
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Loved it Ice. Well done sir

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The lifeless body of the space marine was partially submerged in the water before her. Savra stared at it with daggers in her hands. The urge to stab it and dismember the corpse was incredibly strong. Her opportunity to fight, to inflict pain on others had been stolen from her and it infuriated her.

She was gifted the first victim and the victim, the now water logged corpse, had turned her excitement into fuming hatred. She squeezed the hilts of her daggers until her knuckles were white, she wanted to scream. The last few seconds before her victim was eviscerated by weapons fire replayed in her thoughts.

The sound of an approaching ship pulled her back to reality. The sound was coming from behind her. She looked away from the corpse and was about to turn around when her eyes met the hard gaze of her master.

He was on the edge of his transport staring at her. His mask hid any facial expressions but his eyes told her everything she needed. One of the flesh crafters, the Ancient Haemonculus Villimule, was tending the wounds that had just been inflicted upon his newly regenerated body. The suturing and injections did not keep her master from staring at her.

There was a strong possibility her corpse would be the next one floating in the river. She averted her eyes to look upon the approaching ship. Savra new by the sound it was not an Eldar vehicle.

The bulky hovering craft lowered itself from above the tree line to an area just up river from their position. The vessel bristled with weapons of Imperial design. The Machine Priest was standing at the prow. A trio of small child like creatures flittered about with unceasing movement.

Savra’s master finally spoke, “Take your troops and that corpse to the city. Warn them of our imminent attack. Aid in the defense of the city tonight. When we arrive tomorrow, we will send you a signal, then together we will make them pay!” He snarled.

The priest blurted out some bizarre sounds that released some half man half machines to retrieve the body. He then quietly spoke, “As you wish, Master.”

Savra took another hateful glance at the body before jumping across stones to get back onto one of the transports. She half heard commands being sent to ships in orbit. The tormenting would begin at nightfall.

   
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Those bloody mechanicus!

What I like about this passage is it sets up the homunculus as a real badass with out having him do anything, its all reputation. It actually reminds me of the movie "John Wick" where you get all the understanding of how much of a badass he is by how people react to his name and when he is around. Nice work!

IceAngel wrote:I must say Knightley, I am very envious of your squiggle ability. I mean, if squiggles were a tactical squad, you'd be the sergeant. If squiggles were an HQ, you'd be the special character. If squiggles were a way of life, you'd be Doctor Phil...
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I really liked John Wick. Thank you for the great reference.

   
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Time for a story update!

It's almost ready.........

   
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Auckland New Zealand

Gah, you did it again!

I got SUPER excited, now.... well now I am excited, but not SUPER excited, just Excited now.

IceAngel wrote:I must say Knightley, I am very envious of your squiggle ability. I mean, if squiggles were a tactical squad, you'd be the sergeant. If squiggles were an HQ, you'd be the special character. If squiggles were a way of life, you'd be Doctor Phil...
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