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1. Rahzvod





Lars bolted upright and aimed the nose of his lasgun to his alien attacker, but there was no such thing. Just him, alone in his cell like room aboard The Emperors Eyes. The old scout ship was starting to get shabby and had the wounds of a thousand bloody battles inflicted upon its hull.

Lars had been having the same nightmare for months on end. Ever since his near death encounter with the lictors on Malvolian; his imagination has been plagued by endless hoards of alien beasts overcoming his former squadron and heading straight for him.

He clicked the safety back on his lasgun and got out of his bunk. If he forgot the way to his commanding officer he would not get a chance to meet him before touch down on the planet’s surface. He tried to recite the directions issued before he boarded, “down the corridor with the water stain, left at the next junction and third door on the right”, he uttered to himself.

“Who’s there?” boomed an irritated voice from behind the door.

“Lieutenant Lars Sir, reporting for mission briefing!” Piped Lars in as manly voice as he could, it still sounded like the voice of a twelve year old though.

“Bit late for that son, come in though, let me look at you.” The air lock hissed and came apart from the wall with a loud squeak. Inside, three men with moustaches were playing cards and drinking what looked like acid. Ashamed as he was, Lars did not know which one of the men was his officer.

“So you’re what the commissar has gifted me with?” Said the tallest of the men, he was almost completely bold apart from a small ring of hair around his crown like a monk. His moustache was jet black but with tinges of grey near the roots. Stepping forwards he offered his hand to Lars, at first Lars hesitated but realising there was nothing to fear he took it in to his own. The force almost broke his hand and he couldn’t resist crying out. The rest of the men were hysterical with laughter at the weakness of the new guy.

“Commanding officer Jetson, but on formal occasions refer to me as Sir”, the old man smiled.

“So how old are you Lars?” Lars wasn’t sure what to say, if he said his real age he would be seen as a liability to the squadron, on the other hand if he said he was older he wouldn’t be believed. He had to say the truth.

“Nineteen sir, twenty in a month” He began to sweat; the thought of his squad not accepting him put him off coming at all.

“Well you’ve got a while under my service then haven’t you young man?” Lars tried to think of a joke or a conversation starter but wasn’t a very good socialiser. All he could think of was, “What are you drinking sir?”

“Never heard of rahzvod boy?” Said another man from behind, he was short and looked old and creasy.

“Freshly imported from Vostroya, it’s got an acquired taste but damn good at waking you up after a long night!” All three of the men laughed at what seemed like a private joke.

“Here try some”, the man handed a bottle to Lars then let out a long dry chuckle which evaporated in to a gut wrenching cough. As soon as the bottle got near Lars’s mouth he could smell the salt and spirits. He took a long swig; it burnt his throat all the way down. To make it worse his stomach didn’t like the idea of that much salt and threw it back up his throat and out his mouth. Lars blacked out to the sound of the men snorting with laughter and the smell of salt burning his lungs.

He was plunged back in to Malvolian again, all around him the battle went on again; he saw his troops die again, the creatures moved towards him again. It was different though, a shadow that wasn’t there before formed behind the lictors.

Comment and tell me what you think.

Very nice. At the beginning, I was a bit doubtful, but now, having read it, I love it! There are a few spelling mistakes, for instance, "bold" instead of "bald". But hey, that's just me, and I'm picky about spellings.

Keep it up! Look forward to more...

This introduction is made of win. So say I! I loved it, and can't wait for more.

cheers guys, wasnt expecting such a response. I thought it up in an enlglish test and started writing. Failed the test. Still back on subject I dont know what to do next on it please post ideas.

Here's something you could do for a couple (3-5!) chapters

A space hulk pops outta dah warp right infront of the imperial ship(s?). They board it, with or without choice, up to you, and find Genestealers/Xenos/Traitors/Necrons/Heretics/Xenotecs and monsters and monstertecs and traicrons and herestealers and Genetors and Sparta.

*shifty eyes*

It's ten to eight in the morning, I just got up. You expect sanity from me?

well thats very interesting dark void, i shall think about that.

What, the space hulk or my inability to sleep?

Both my insomniac friend

Boss Scar wrote:Both my insomniac friend

Tired, tired!!!1!one?!?!!!1!3

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Here's something you could do for a couple (3-5!) chapters

A space hulk pops outta dah warp right infront of the imperial ship(s?). They board it, with or without choice, up to you, and find Genestealers/Xenos/Traitors/Necrons/Heretics/Xenotecs and monsters and monstertecs and traicrons and herestealers and Genetors and Sparta.

*shifty eyes*

It's ten to eight in the morning, I just got up. You expect sanity from me?

I second, and if possible, third. Could be an interesting story arc to explore?

Sorry, Gorsky, I shall be the one to third that! What an ingenius fellow that guy must be to come up with such good ideas!

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Here's something you could do for a couple (3-5!) chapters

A space hulk pops outta dah warp right infront of the imperial ship(s?). They board it, with or without choice, up to you, and find Genestealers/Xenos/Traitors/Necrons/Heretics/Xenotecs and monsters and monstertecs and traicrons and herestealers and Genetors and Sparta.

*shifty eyes*

It's ten to eight in the morning, I just got up. You expect sanity from me?

You sir need to stop taking all that Chaos Crack. Not good for your brain..... or sanity

Sphess drugz is fun. Blessed by Nurgle himself. Wait.. that can't be good. And my stomach has just exploded outwards, and there is a small green creature crawling out of it. I guess I should call a Doctor or something...

Anyways, what's happened to this thread?

It fell into the Eye of Terror and got stuck on a Daemon World.

Well i am not letting my communist imperial book be dragged in the the embrace of pappa nurgle, F$&% nurgle i say!

Boss Scar wrote:Well i am not letting my communist imperial book be dragged in the the embrace of pappa nurgle, F$&% nurgle i say!

You took your time

MOAR.. although I've forgotten what this is even about.. Ah yes, Rahzvod.

Honestly i know boss skar, and im seeing him tomorrow, and hes currently thinking about where it could go.

His supposed ideas are really good, but i xant tell you them for now. anyway, lay of his scraunchy imperium-goblin back.

Cheers grob for coovering my back, we will discuss what to do next on it on wednesday. Thanks again,
Boss Scar