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Hope you like it.
BTW: a Chaos Shrieker is just a Chaos warplane that i made up.
Give me some critisism.
As the Global conflict on Nordsfeld escalated, imperial forces were forced to pour in thousands upon thousands of soldiers into the meat grinder that had erupted across the planet. With the highly contagious Puppet Virus engulfing the planet, the forces of Chaos had more than enough man power to stave off imperial attacks. Ag workers and serfs, once loyal to the God Emperor, now saw him as an aggressor and fought with vigor against his armies. The vast Ag fields that once kept the entire Marcies sub-sector fed, now bore fruit of the most vile nature. Fertile lands erupted with vast trench systems and sprawling no-mans lands where both sides fought to the death, and for some beyond that. As a stalemate ensued, the forces of Chaos realized that attrition was a game that only the Imperials could win. Calling upon various pacts, The Thrax Knights of Nurgle were able to summon a host of allies. With these fresh forces, Chaos was able to start a decisiveseries of offensives against imperial strong points. Imperial might faltered only slightly in the face of such horrors.
The sky above the badlands was utterly dark. Occasionally explosions erupted in the far horizon signaling the death of a city, or the eruption of a tactical virus bomb. Tracer fire streaked throughout the sky. Five Valkyries arced through the sky, their enigines barley audible over the clattering of small arms fire below. Pvt. Darren looked across the lead Valkyrie’s hold at his nine squad mates. Their carapace armor and hellguns matched his own: non-gloss black with silent zig-zags of grey. The only Stormtrooper that did not have identical kit was Sergeant Cullen, standing out with a power sword which was secured in a scabbard. Darren stared at the ground beneath the Valkyrie. It was pitch black down there. He couldn’t tell if anything was going on at all. Then a flare shot up from the imperial lines and streaked over the no-mans land. This illuminated dozens of Nurgle cultists who were crawling through the death zone. They each stood up and sprinted towards the imperial gun line, only to be met with the bark of Heavy Bolters. In seconds they had were all gunned down, blown to pieces by the explosive rounds.
“Shriekers Inbound! Hold on people. Its going to be rough going from this point on,” the Valkyrie’s pilot projected through the hold’s speakers.
The scream of vector thrust engines alerted Darren to the chaos war planes. They came in fast, at the squadron’s nine o’clock. The Valkyrie’s flight sergeant got up from his bench and strapped himself into the door gun. Yellow streaks of Bolt fire blasted towards the Chaos interceptors. One took a Bolt round directly in the cockpit, slaying the pilot instantly. The Shriekers returned fire at a frightening rate, blowing apart the wing of an unlucky dropship. As Darren held his Hellgun tightly, he thought he could almost hear the dropship’s occupants scream.
“One minute until we reach the D.Z. Target in sight!” The pilot rasped.
The Shriekers made another attack run on the Valkyrie squadron. Foul shot rang across the hull. The door gun’s ammunition hopper has hit. Shrapnel flew. Violent light streaked. The flight sergeant absorbed most of it. He simply slumped, the gun harness held his body above the deck. SGT Cullen yelled for a SIT REP and one by one, Darren and the Others sounded off. Carapace armour left them mostly unscathed.
“Thirty Seconds!”
Their target could only be described as vast. The Revege was an airship, the full length of three super heavy tanks. It seemed as menacing as death itself, propelled by eight immense turbines on each side, caked with the vile filth of Nurgle, and slandered with an innumerable amount of Chaos marks and Blasphemous sigils. Such airships flew across the continent, dispensing an airborne strain of the zombie virus over cities, turning defenders and citizens alike into followers of Nurgle. It is said the Revege was named after the Chaos lord himself after it had claimed three cities for the Thrax Knights’ cause.
“Go! Go! Dismount.”
The remaining four Valkyries hovered over the massive roof of the airship. Darren was the first out, rapeling down the rope attatched to the exterior of the Dropship. Now he and his brothers and arms would be able to take the fight to Chaos and reclaim the world that was rightfully the Imperium’s. Or so he thought.
END PART I
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