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Ding Ding Ding.... Dinner Time

The roar ripped up the jungles silence, and birds took to the air for safety. Then a growl resounded beside Geroge he thought it strange that the Guardsmen right next to him would growl. He turned to face the guardsmen out of curiosity and the sound of ripping flesh and cracking bone happened. A huge claw was being retracted out of the guardsmen neck. George once again locked eyes with that yellow glare the same the serpent had, but smaller. The creature was no bigger than George and sported two large scythe like claws attached to angled limbs of muscle and carapace. Below those death machines were two large and sleek arms bearing clawed fingers that were black as flint.

"Oh..." George groaned. The creature squealed with some high pitched attack. In the blink of an eye everyone was being attacked.
"Lictors!" Yelled Ciera who was slashing away with her knife George glanced out of the corner of his eye.
The lictor swung for George's face with its clawed hand. George ducked under it and rolled backwards. He brought the gun to bare threw the safety off. Its large scythe claw came smashing down piercing through the rifle and snapping it in two. George fell onto his back and crab walked backwards as the Lictor locked eyes with him. Death poured out of its vision, darkness yellow fiery darkness ate into him. It leapt into the air yelling for the kill.

George fumbled with his pistol. The lictor began to fall onto him. Free of the holster the weapon didn't have time to be aimed. George spun the pistol and used the ground to steady it. Hopeful the bullets would hit he pulled the trigger. less than a meter the lictor was on him. The bullet flew out and rammed into the talon going for George's face. The weapon shattered from the shear size and force of the bullet. Bone shards flew about as a puncture sounded. Eyes now face to face, the tentacles of the creature's face touched George.

George felt violated by the tentacles over any real pain from the secondary blade being forced into his shoulder. A roar built up in George as he began yelling into the creatures face.
"Waaaaggghhhhhh!!!" George cried so loud it echoed through the valley. The lictors eyes went narrow with fear and it tried to retract its claw and stand up. George grabbed it by the neck feeling the smooth carapace, and he pulled down to his chest. With his other arm he wrapped it around its face digging his fingers into to soft and squishy spots. The creature yelped as a pop sounded. George must of stuck his finger in its eye. Grabbing the inside of the skull George pulled with all his might. A choir of snapping bone and sinew sung. The lictor went limp. George pulled his hand out wiped the gunk off his fingers, some fingers were cut on the lictor's teeth. He threw the lictor off the peek. Its body ragged dolled down the mountain side. George's shoulder was bleed profusely, but it was slowing.

He picked up his pistol and turned around to see a half dozen other lictors in combat with Grogin and Eldar. One Grogin was helping a guardsmen being ripped in half by a lictor. The Grogin leapt on the lictor's back and sunk his blade down the neck at a forty five degree angle. The 30 centimeter knife sunk down to the hilt. The lictor swung about disregarding its fresh kill. The Grogin held tight and the creature slowly lost power. Blood spat from the wound in sharp straight squirts.

The Eldar dance around their attacker in a game of cat and mouse. The lictor was shredded to pieces quickly.
A second lictor flew it self at George. Spikes ripped from its chest and burrowed into George's flesh. Three to the chest. George aimed his pistol as he recoiled from the strength of the blow. Blood poured out of his legs and chest. White shirt turning red by the second. George fired, the bullets dug home in the creatures chest. It fell onto its back from mid jump from the bullet. It had a fist sized hole in the center of its torso. Blood and what looked a lung dangled loosely on the front of the lictor. George ran with his knife drawn throwing the now empty pistol to the side. He leapt with all his might reaching three meters into the air. He landed into the creature who sunk its claws into his sides. The large above blades were used as a fork to hold George up from crushing the lictor. It swung repetitively at George's ribs with its clawed hands.

Flesh and armor was being torn away a like. Greorge took his knife and stuck it in the elbow of the foremost limb holding him back form the kill. Sequels sounded George snapped the joint and the top half of the limb went limp. George fell onto the creature and sunk his knife into its skull. He felt the blade dig down into the rock under the lictor. George snapped the handle of the knife off.

A third lictor who was wounded ran at George from a distance on the peek. The Eldar and other Grogins were to busy to help, and the limbs of humans signaled their deaths. George quickly grabbed the scythe like claw from his fresh kill and pulled it from the socket. Sinew strung to the body of his victim, but snapped with a good tug. "Waaaaaaggggghhhhhhhh" George yelled as he charge the beast. Grogin yelled it too in defiance. He wielded the sharp limb in two hands. The lictor took to a four meter leap. The spike protruded from its chest. George knew this time.

The swoosh of spike flew past Georges head as he rolled at a diagonal on the jagged rock surface. Metal clanked on rock and paint scrapped free when returned to his feet. The lictor landed no further than a meter behind him. George turned as he heard the click of hooves on the rock face. The lictors feet were like a horse, and George liked that. He swung the blade with all his might yelling in defiance. The blade made home in the lictor's mid rib section and stuck out the other side. George was stabbed again through the middle of the chest. The two were locked by blades in combat.

George laughed wildly as his blood continued to be spilled. He swung a solid right fist into the lictor's face. A pop happened as the fist collided and the creatures jaw was smashed into an unnatural angle. It pulled back and fell onto its back with the force and pain of the blow. The talon pulled out of George flesh through and through. A second hole that bleed profusely. George felt great he felt alive, and never more alive. He ran to the creature picked up by its top two bladed limbs. George grappled just below the blades and spun. He threw the creature off the mountain who only quietly accepted death. No scream played as it flew, and that saddened George.

Ciera walked up to George in her grey armor. George was standing in a pool of blood huffing and puffing his eyes narrow like tiny points of death. Then when he looked at Ciera they widened, too full black. The glossed over like an instant death look. The mere glance shook Ciera's confidence. George yelled once more in defiance, he roared loudly. Grogins was excited by this. Then George's gazed focused on Ciera's helmet. She knew he was looking into the lenses. George slumped to a knee. Then he doubled over to a knee and a hand holding him up. Grogin rushed to his aid in blood and green flesh they ran to him. Crushing limbs of the fallen.

George fell to his chest and his eyes closed. He relaxed and went limp. The Grogin fell around him, and they sobbed. Ciera watched as the blood pool grew rapidly from the seemingly fatal wounds the Grogin have taken, but still work just fine.

Ciera walked up to Geoge and touched his neck. A pulse was still there. The Grogin medic nodded.

Ooo, drama, action, excitement and now peril... Still a good story. Keep at it.

 Dr H wrote:
Ooo, drama, action, excitement and now peril... Still a good story. Keep at it.

Thank you! I am impressed you read all of this really.

 cormadepanda wrote:

 Dr H wrote:
Ooo, drama, action, excitement and now peril... Still a good story. Keep at it.

Thank you! I am impressed you read all of this really.

Well it's quite a gripping story. I "want" to know what happens next, and that's the important thing for any writing.

 Dr H wrote:

 cormadepanda wrote:

 Dr H wrote:
Ooo, drama, action, excitement and now peril... Still a good story. Keep at it.

Thank you! I am impressed you read all of this really.

Well it's quite a gripping story. I "want" to know what happens next, and that's the important thing for any writing.

Blood and Guts

Metallic taps ringed in the distance. Everything was black and dark, but tap after tap sounded. It built into a choir. Music began to sweep the sounds into a melody of tapping and ringing. It was the most beautiful thing George heard in his life. Then a voice a soft and crisp voice hollered a strong E note that could wrench a tear in anyone's eye. The darkness turned into a white light. Notes rang and danced into a complicated pattern that touched George and moved him as he was lifted into the white sky.

He floated at a pure bliss and relaxed completely, if this was death it was pleasant and he enjoyed it. Then a face formed in the sudden clouds. As the clouds fluffed into shape, and the light turned to a natural yellow tone that George had grown accustomed too. Two eyes formed and blinked open wide. Their eyes looked carefully into George. A huge face bursted through the clouds, the face was several times the size of Geroge, strands of cloud and hair fell down to wrap around George.

"Vesilla?..." George said in relaxed confusion. The face smiled. The face than grew angry and started to snarl at George, the yellow light turned red. It lunged from the clouds to eat George. "Noooo!" George yelled in defiance of what would have been death.

George awoke to a full mandible of teeth razor sharp lunging for his face. Rolling the creature slipped off George and George came to his feet. His clothes creaked with dried blood snapping in the fibers. The olive green now an almost black from the blood. A the large dog like creature lunged again at George. George grabbed its two forward most arms by the wrists, where instead of hands long blades protruded. The creature kicked George with its other four limbs, but it was over. George smashed the creature into the ground. It yelped briefly and died. George stomped the throat for good measure.

Several Gorgin laid dead around him, along with a few Ghost warriors. Human limbs where everywhere, and bullet shells littered the field. George looked further around for more survivors. Large bodies laid in the rocks about in hapless artificial positions. George walked up to them and touched them. They were metal in feeling and their weapons glowed with a strange red and purple color.

"What could have done this to an Eldar construct?" George asked aloud. The metal was deeply scared, and the stones still intact. George reached to touch the stones, and then rested his hand on it.

"Careful Brother...." A groggy Grogin spoke, as he stood up from the dead. He was wounded badly even for a Grogin. "Teh Eldar don't...don't....don't like their touch." The Grogin continued. He wore medical symbols. George walked up to him and assisted him in his walk. Thunder struck throughout the sky and lit the night. Dark and heavy clouds moved quickly on the Horizon to fill the night.

"Brother, I feel something in the rock" George looked into the stone deeply once they made it back to the construct. The medic nodded and held his ribs that had punctured the skin.
"Wraith....Name" The medic spoke. George placed a hand on the protruded ribs, sinew still attached and skin was ripped, blood and marrow oozed from the wound. George looked into the medics eyes, and the medic nodded. George pushed with a large grunt and the ribs popped and clicked back into place. The rib cage was still deformed, but it would heal. The medic smiled and let out a small and dying yelp.

"Wraith... I like that name" George murmured under his breath. George pulled and dragged the construct into the clearing on the peek. He laid the monster on the black rock. Thunder snapped again lighting the dark sky. Water droplets began to fall. It started to rain. George and the medic sat around the construct. "What is your name brother?" Geroge asked politely.

"Saw" Saw smiled as he said his name. George gathered weapons and whatever ammo was around. Dead populated the peek. George stacked the Grogin and Eldar and started a bon fire on them. The dead roasted in the rain keeping Saw and him from freezing to death as snow began to fall in the rain. Wraith armor glistened in the fire as it was soaked. Water rolled down the soft curves. Circuits and wires were busted inside the main chest near the center stone, they sparked occasionally.

"It wants to move George, its brain is rock" Saw smiled knowing and enjoyed knowing. George finally touched the stone with his entire palm. Pure anger flew into him. Emotion of anger and failure. Failure it didn't kill enough that it didn't do enough before being stopped, and now fear. Fear tore into George he never experienced fear of this magnitude. Fear that it was going to be ripped into tiny pieces. George thought thoughts of comfort. That it was not dead, that it was still going to see another battle. The rock didn't change its feeling.

"I want to fix it, I want to know what happened here. Do you know?" Saw shook his head.
"I was knocked out, in the opening combat as a swarm of flying creatures attacked us, then thick hulking brutes rammed me into the rock wall over there," Saw struggled to get the words flowing, but managed.

George and Saw gathered many of the constructs all extremely heavy, some had shattered stones and didn't spark. They where quite on the inside. Still George pulled cables and circuits, and so did Saw. He didn't know what to do, it was just happening. He looked at the chips, and he knew what it would do. Gorge completed the circuit inside the torso. Lighting ripped once more into the night sky. Rain came down harder, and snow set down faster.

A primal roar erupted as the circuit was compete.
"Those don't make sound!" Screamed Saw in shock. The construct yelled in rage and batted George into a rock. George slammed into the rock and Saw simply took to cover. The wraith picked up its weapon flipped a switch. Its weapon glowed to life with a white hot glare. The chest of wraith still open with wires dangling.

"I will save my world!" The wraith yelled in an echoing tone. George raised his hands up in a surrendering pose and shook his head.
"I am not the enemy" George yelled. The wraith stopped and tilted its head..
"You...you heard me?! I...I...heard you?!" The wraith fell to its knees and grabbed its head with its hands. "What is going on.. is my home dead?!" It cried. George stood up and walked slowly to the wraith.
"Your home lives metal dude.." Saw said

The wraith turned its head.
"I am fifteen thousand years old, I have been dead for thirteen thousand years. My soul sits in this rock in this things chest. I have long since been blinded of the real world, my family only a couple members able to speak to me and I with them. Now I speak to foul Ork's and they me as if I was alive, and spoke Ork!" The construct laughed. It giggled blankly. No face, gave it no expression, just a smooth and orange head.
"We are Grogin" George said.

"I know what you call yourself. I know I shouldn't kill you either. I was told this before the Tryanids attacked." The wraith yelled in a calmly manner.

Dozen of aircraft human and Eldar came swooping over the peak. They dived to fly just above the trees. Flickers of color flashed beyond the peek. Jet engines roared in the thunderstorm. George climbed the rocks, and so did Saw. The wraith walked up the steep incline slowly. Thousands of wraith marched in the valley towards tens of thousands of Tryanids. All varying sizes. Huge wraith fired long lances that tore giant bugs to pieces. A dark cloud moved to intercept the fliers coming in. The fliers opened fire with missiles, and machine guns, lasers and specks of light.

The cloud exploded into green blood all over it self in the night sky, but then grey glints of short and spiny objects flew back into the fliers. Engine caught flame and craft spun out of control to the ground. A full on war was going down right behind the peak. Then across the peaks George accidentally saw it. A huge winged monster sitting on the rocks, surrounded by thick brutes. It looked into the field silently, commanding.

The wraith finally made it. "What is happening?" It asked. George walked up next to it as the sound of jet engines landing behind them.

"War. A fight to the death, this is the last round." Said George. Metal gears crunched rock behind them.

"Get the hell in here George!" Yelled Henry. Saw, the Wraith and George just watched the war unfold in a horrifying display of color.

Can't wait to see what happens next!

Cut the Head of the Snake

The craft lifted with speed pulling down on George. The wraith simply stood there ignoring everything, watching. Saw began patching himself up. Elite Grogin guard were standing around in the craft with smooth and riveted power armor on them. They wielded large cannon like guns, that were big even for a Grogin. George's blood soaked clothes had long since dried, and his wounds were skinning over with a bright pale green. the craft's yellow lights shaded Henry's face. His eyes were wide with what George suspected fear.

Vesilla walked by holding a roster of something. She whispered into Henry's ear, and he nodded. Henry smiled and looked at George.

"George.. we are going after that big ass monster. He is their commander. You need to suit up." George walked over to the armor cabinet embedded in the hull of the crafts. The craft began a soft lean tilting the behind George towards the ground. He opened the doors and saw a large bulky suit of power armor in it. Drab olive green, and an assortment of weapons next to it. Saw helped him into it and flipped the suit into powered mode. The suit lifted George and fought to keep him up right and steady, George could relax every muscle in his body and the suit would keep him up.

The first few motions the suit fought George, but a needle stuck into the back of his skull and pushed in. The suit slowly learned to anticipate George. Soon the motions became more than natural, they accelerated in speed. Vesilla walked by again, and time slowed. George took a longing look at her. It confused him, his body was doing this, his mind was absent.

Her hair moved delicately over her shoulder. Her chin was a soft curve and defined. George looked for as long as he could, but then caught himself. He recomposed himself and headed to the Generals display. A buzz sounded, It meant in five seconds they jumped out, and fought. Yellow lights began flashing in the bay of the craft. Doors with the aid of hydraulics opened, and stayed opened. George formed up with the rest of the powered armored Grogin.

"Hey George!" George turned to see Saw speaking to him, "Good luck" and Saw winked at him. George gave a thumbs up as they leapt from the craft. Hammer striking metal they landed. George hit the dirt, and it caved in slightly as his weight compacted it. The transport ship lisped to take off as a giant winged beast attacked it. Huge claws slashed into the metal super structure and tore protective plating away. An impossibly large mouth bit into the cockpit as smooth carapace protected the creature. Glass shattered, and the craft drifted towards George and his new team.

George turned and ran as the craft came crashing down now on fire. The monster instantly recomposed. The craft rolled once across the thin mountain peek. Metal shards flew out, and pinked off George's armor. His squad turned. The cliffs edge was a few kilometers of a drop. Behind them gravity waited, and further the war took place. Blood, color, fire, metal flesh, wits it all was boiling down on George.

Time slowed. The winged monster flaps were slow its smooth black wings flapped, long black claws glistened in the flames. Its deep yellow eyes glared into George, like a blazing fire. Its teeth dripped blood over their white color , and huge riblike bones rippled the chest of the creature. Pale white bone plate protected it.

A fiery wreck slid across the mountain top at George. One of the class cockpits missing, along with the top half of a pilot. A wing rolled in front of the craft destined to nail George in two. George thought of Henry, and saw then Vesilla. He gasped in a fraction of a second. The craft now was going to push them over the edge. George grew angry and worried. He needed to know if Vesilla was ok. George couldn't spare a thought to think of her dead.

"Only one way to find out" He yelled as he charged the now flaming wreck. The power armor assisted every stride. George slammed into the encroaching craft and dug his feet into the ground. The craft slowed, but it was going to be enough. Flint black rock shattered as it was smashed between the metal boots and larger rocks. George pushed and gave all his might. The metal frame began to dent under the strain.

A metal gong like sound blasted out followed by another. The other Grogin were helping George push the craft back. With all seven of them they were able to stop the craft before it went over the cliff edge.

The monster looked onto the sight, and gave the hint of a smile. George and his squad mates walked up the roof of the craft to the edge. The monster flapped there staring if not mockingly. George primed his auto cannon with a satisfying mechanical click and snap. A choir or priming followed.
"Smoke em', George said. Huge shells that vibrated all of Geroge's body blasted out. The first shell ripped the creatures wing. It dived silently, as more shells peppered its frame.

A lictor leapt out from no where and ran its giant claw through one of Georges squads mates chests. The squad mate grabbed the Lictor by the neck and pulled it over him throwing it down on to the ground. The arm ripped in half leaving claw implanted his chest. A shell later and the lictor was down.

The monster returned , the Hive Tyrant. It swooped in at a terrifying speed. George had only a second to redirect his attention as One of his squad mates was picked up. He watched as he tried to focus his aim on the Tyrant. His squad mate grabbed and broke the creatures foot with a strong power fist squeeze. Tyrant quietly stabbed the pest through the skull and out the pelvis. Its foot was limp as it turned around for a second swooping attempt.

George was about to fire when a Gaunt leaped into his face trying to bite. George batted the Gaunt away, but it was too late the Tyrant was on top of him. His squad mates where fighting a battle of many bodies. Squashing, shooting, punching they fought off the smaller creatures. George engaged with the Tyrant. He fire his cannon for what it was worth, and shell got lucky and found home in the color bone by the head, but then a great force pressed into George.

He was lifted up by the two lower arms of the Tyrant and brought face to face with the monster. His cannon was ripped from his hands and thrown aside. The Tyrant took to a climb towards the clouds and brought Georges face to his. The yellow eyes burned into Geroge. Hundreds of other winged beast flew in a circle about George.

It seemed like George is about to be given as an offering for a feeding frenzy.

George couldn't move his arms, but his legs dangled free. He kicked with all of his might, but nothing struck home. Then as the Tyrant spared a look away, George head butted the monster in the jaw. George felt his head push in a little as he did it and heard bone snapping, both his and the Tyrants. The ascent quickly turned into a decent, The Tyrant leaned back stunned and flipped over.

They came crashing back down, the wings long since gone limp. The Tyrants hands became loose as George started to black out. The ground was ever coming closer, as his vision blurred and dimmed. Ground! he thought. George awoke with a new found fear, that he was falling! Eyes wide and fully awake.

"WAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHH" George cried as he landed face flat into the ground. A grand smash thundered out. A second smash came down as the Tyrant crashed right beside George.

George felt so much pain that he couldn't feel any more. He tiled his head up, and looked at the burning aircraft.
"Vesilla..." he mumbled. Rain came back down for a second pour and his vision blacked out.

Ouch

hmmm our hero blacks out alot but i guess high stress situations and blood loss will do that to a body.

shasolenzabi wrote:Ouch

alabamaheretic wrote:hmmm our hero blacks out alot but i guess high stress situations and blood loss will do that to a body.

Well I didn't want to over stress the physical capacity of our hero. He isn't a space marine now. poor guy.

well an ork in power armor is some serious business at any rate

Its Never Over

George woke up to rain falling on his face. His head was heavy like a lead weight. He stood up, the power armor creaked, snapped and fizzed as he moved. The smaller swarm of the defending contingent was crushed under Grogin might. George stood up, the Hive Tyrant laid on the ground still. He walked up and touched it. It didn't move.

George turned to the aircraft, Vesilla! He jogged into the air craft as Grogin set about cleaning up the dead. The war with the Eldar continued to rage on behind them. Smoke from flames blew into the night sky. George ripped open the cargo bay rear hatch. Bodies were strewn about from the wreck. General Henry was sitting back up against the wall, blood coming from his mouth. A cough resounded from him.

Geroge walked into the vertigo of the craft, as the floor was at a slant. Leaning towards the high raised farside of the craft he approached Henry. Smoke gave the entire bay a smog that a Human couldn't breath in, but George it was just a tiny discomfort. He leaned over placed a hand on Henry's shoulder. The general age really began to show, his face was pale and eyes barely open. "General, its time to move" George said softly.

Henry murmured something incoherent. His eyes then opened, and Henry wiped the blood from his mouth. He smiled looking at George. "You look like you were hit by a freight train. Haha, that is a good lad, get Vesilla out of here, I will wake the rest." The runes on Henry's armor began a soft orange glow with their yellow bone color, and he regained the color in his face quickly.

George picked up Vesilla off the floor and held her in his arms. That moment something moved inside him. He felt lighter, and his wounds lifted off of him. Pain was empty as the unconscious Vesilla dangled in his arms. He tilted her into his chest, and took a soft breath to make sure others wouldn't notice. Stepping out of the aircraft into the now early light morning and night. The battle still going on, elements of the Tyranid army were being broken off and crushed under the Wraith. The rain only trickled, and the thunder had ceased moments ago.

The drab green craft glowed in the soft blue yellow light of the sun rise. The Tyranid defenders of the mountain were piled high into a mountain by the air craft. General Henry was looking fine and giving orders, as survivors of the crash were being pulled out.

Henry even light out a smile as he held Vesilla and looked into her deeply. He enjoyed the color of her skin and its softness. Then the creature stirred. A wing flapped. George didn't notice at first, but then took a second step back. The creature climbed on to its fore limbs. Its yellow eyes opened into the carnage before it. George sucked in a breath as the morning dew grabbed the air.

"oh no..." gasped Henry as he took steps back, he started waving hands back and everyone began to fall back. George simply watched as the creature came to its legs. Its once limp foot came snapping into place as the large creature put pressure on it. It then looked gaze with George. George took a small step back, but then regained his courage. Vesilla needed saving. He took a step back, narrowed his vision and locked his jaw in place. He was ready. The Tyrant grew a smile across its teeth pulling the lips back revealing a horrible demise.

It then turned its head towards the morning sun, it viewed the battle. It's army was being pushed back and defeated. He turned his head back toward Geroge the eyes burned into George. Those damn eyes annoyed George, with their sad attempts to be fear striking.

"You will be remembered Bio-mass. You are now my enemy, and will be defeated." It said calmly. When it spoke its lips didn't move, and its jaw didn't even move. The words generated from nothing, but the air.

"You're on my gak list Fred." George retorted. The Tyrant took off from the mountain flying into the war below. The Tryanids fell back. Henery walked up beside Geroge and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Son, its about damn time I saw something strike fear into those things. Good work." Henry looked into George's eyes and smiled cheerfully. George nodded.

Birds took to the sky as the sun now flew above the mountain range.

"I do say! no one forget about the wraith stuck in the god damn aircraft." George smiled as Saw came to the wraiths aid.

The Eternal War Grows

A long decade the war between the Tyranids and the defenders waged. The Tyranids were pushed back many times into corners, crushed under metallic foot and Grogin strength. It was a war of attrition on,and the Tyranids were losing horribly. Even the lush jungle fought back at them with its native life. The creatures of the world forever changed into even more aggressive killing machines perfecting their hunt on the Tyranids. The Hive Tyrant encountered on that fruitful day, the day when the Tyranids lost their grip and would forever fight a losing war.

General Henry, in his insane valour and genius tracked down the Hive Tyrant on dozens of occasions, but with each attempt he failed to slay the creature. Almost mockingly the creature laughed at his attempts, but always favored to challenge and dual George in close combat. This tugged on Vesilla as she knew she loved George. This love was forged in battle, and war nothing could become between them, and George seemed to pride on the fact that he was in love. Other Grogin didn't question it.

The Tyranids on their last ropes have been boxed into blood gulch canyon where the combined army moved in to form the last blow. "This is where it will end, this, is where it will all end George..." cigar smoke filled Georges vision inside the tank. The rumble of the motor and crackle of the tracks moved in and out. Ciera sat across from them, she was missing for three years behind enemy lines. Henry never worried, his mental link with her always let them talk. Ciera was smiling that this would be the last battle. The Tyranids were greatly out matched, a several to one odd. The hive fleet was starved, by flame or the Eldar advanced warp guns.

"Vesilla, this could be it!" Ciera smiled, and nearly hugged Vesilla on impulse. Sam was driving the tank, and Alex was manning the radio.
"Don't get ahead yourself now Ciera, they could flee again" Alex said casually as she studied the communication chatter.
"Alex don't spoil the fun for the Girl, we all want this war to end" Vesilla spoke casually. George always dreaded the war ending, he didn't know what he would do with himself.
"Please, they have boxed themselves into a canyon, the blasted things know it is over" Ciera said with great spirit.
"Ladies, relax, we will fight this battle, but it only ends with the kill of that blasted Hive Tyrant" Henry cursed. Ciera put a hand on his shoulder and gave a meaningful look.
"Your enchanted monster will be killed this battle Henry, my father insures it, he has he and his council are going to personal enter the battle and give assistance" Ciera proudly said.

The dusty interior of the green armored cab ride came to a sudden halt. The rear hydrolic hatch powered to life, lowered it into the deep brown and muddy forest floor. Bright green and tiger stripped leafs filled the view as trees shot into the sky. Claw marks on the deep brown bark signalled that they were in the Tyranids land. Henry stood up, with more grey hair, but still looked as young as ever.

George waited for Vesilla to leave the tank and followed her. The course of the war had made him grow a half a meter taller bringing him to two and half meters and weighing in at 272kg without armor and weapons. He towered over most of his company, and Vesilla. George looked around for any threats and walked side by side with Vesilla who was busying doing some math on her computer.

"Vesilla, can..." George murmured,
"Yes?..." Vesilla calmly added.
"Can we go for a walk after this?" George asked shyly. Vesilla smiled, and nodded.
"A long walk on the beach would be lovely."

They walked up over the large berm that blocked sight as to where they were. Once clearing the edge of the hill over the fall fauna barrels poke out of the tree tops.
"Two hundred and forty eight artillery, seventy three flack guns. Three thousand Grogin grunts, with a thousand power armored Grogin. Back by nine thousand wraith of various types. Followed by and air fleet of a hundred ships, and twelve marauder class bombers. I don't know about you, but ladies" Henry smiled, piggishly about girls as he usually is, Ciera glared at him intently as if his life was on the line "I love me the smell of cooked bugs in the morning!" Henry chuckled.

Alex walked up behind him in her tight fitting fatigues and handed him the radio. "Commander, their awaiting the command to fire, satellite imagery confirms the Tyranids have boxed up in the canyon dead ahead." Henry smiled.
"Who wants the honors?" Everyone looked blankly at him. Sam came running out of the tank.
"Me! Me! me!" Henry smiling handed Sam the mic. "The is command speaking, on behalf of General Henry open fire"

A second went by, and the everything was silent. Everyone was filled with anticipation. The first boom resounded through the open area. A huge fiery muzzle flash resounded the first shell. Hundreds soon followed. The land just a few kilometers ahead rolled with turmoil. Dirt and pebble jiggled as the vibrations of hundreds of cannons shelled down on the Tyranids.

A huge sonic scream came from the land of fire. George turned placing Vesilla behind him blocking her and covering her. Hundreds of Tyranids came pouring out towards them.

"All according to plan," Henry took the communication device from Sam "Razor wing strike now! Grogin Alpha Company Charge, Beta Company charge." Henry dropped the mic.

The soil now rolled with thousands of feet crashing through the woods. A roar a primal roar of the Grogin's resounded "Waagggghhhh" cried for kilo meters. Hundreds of green armored bodies came running past them, all wielding rifles and melee weapons. George resisted the urge to join them, but rather wrapped his giant arm around Vesilla shielding her from an accidental Grogin crash. Grogin charged past them and over into the distance, where machine gun chatter started. Flocks of Gargoyles supported by Harpies came in above. They were almost atop of the command center. Their weapons shot fly spikes in every direction peppering the Grogin charge, but it killed few.

Air craft flew in at insane speeds for the size of the battle. It soon became clear they weren't try to avoid the flock, but fly into it. Explosive missile shot into the cloud of flesh and charred bodies rained down on them, flaming. Eldar craft danced around the flock providing rapid laser fire support melting scores of the flock. The flock fought back striking down air craft left and right. The battle soon drew a line on the 3-D map display in the tank they road in on. A straight line of flesh fighting themselves. It looked like a white blood sell eating a virus on the map.

Anti aircraft flack tanks opened fire, protecting the artillery the best they could, but still a large group of winged beasts made it to their target each time, and each time destroyed a gun. Henry watched the larger beasts make it with a pair of binoculars. "Blasted monster! My Hive Tyrant is destroying my damn guns with some kind of flying tank support. Those things are nothing but armor and wings!" Henry grabbed a microphone from the tank as he marched back to his observation position.

"Hey you! Fat and ugly! I am calling you out!" Henry chanted for a minute. It worked, and George grew uneasy in his stomach. The monster turned its attention to Henry and flew directly at him.

"Great you giant idiot, now what are we going to do" Ciera said. The Hive Tyrant was making its way towards them. Henry grinned.
"This! You are gigantic pain in the ass you ugly bio-mass eating rat with wings!" Sam laughed mostly from fear. Vesilla clenched onto George's leg. He patted her head softly. Henry turned and walked back to the tank as the monster was still flying towards them. A couple of its guards fell out of the sky from anti aircraft fire, but it was doing little to slow them.

"Where you think you are going you giant El-davora" Ciera yelled. Henry casually walked back to the tank, inside he opened a big box and pulled out a large tube. Henry turned with his mustache seeming more flamboyant then before. He walked back up the small hill with the tube. The monster now only a hundred meters off flew faster at them.

"Bum deh dadda bum deh dadda." Henry sang as he walked back up to everyone. He mounted the tube on his shoulder and smiled. No one knew what this tube did or what it was. "boom-de-yadda!!" A loud blast of smoke came out the back, and fire flew out the front. From the fire came a missile flying straight at the monster. It moved to evade, but the missile followed it nailed the creature in the wing, blowing the wing off. The creature crashed into the ground only a few meters off from them. The guards of the monster broke off to go back to attacking the artillery.

"What in gods name was that General" Alex yelled, as she was deafened by its loudness.
"Just a family heirloom passed down for a few dozen generations" He smiled as he dropped on the ground to lay in the mud and walked off drawing his large pistol in the direction of the crashed monster, "Now lets go kill my Moby dick." Henry laughed as he walked.
"He may of just gone crazy..." Ciera said casually. Everyone followed Henry to the crashed Fred.

"How is it going Fred?" Henry said as he walked up to Fred trying to stand. Blood spat out of the broken limb, but Fred managed to stand.
"You will pay for that bio-mass, I will end your feeble existence!" The words road on the wind in anger from Fred, but monotoned. Fred snapped its head towards Henry as it tried to generate power from its mind, but the power was disabled. "What is the meaning of this bio-mass"
"That is the meaning of your end" Lightning shot from the bushes around licking and striking all over Fred. His physic shield drowned most of the lightning, but eventually it weakened. Fred was soon caught to smoke and then fire from the lightning. Zek emerged from the pushes wielding a glowing spear "Your end is now."

The Tyrant tried to move, but couldn't as his muscles spasmed under the continuous lightning use from the grey and orange council. The spear thrusted into the creatures skull, and blue fire erupted from the wound. Energy was pulled from Fred into the spear.

"This war is over" Vesilla said with glee as the blue light blotted out the sun. The spear started to float and then returned to Zek's grip. Humming the spear glowed, and hungered for more. It pulled some energy from the Farseer. His grey robes danced as the blue fire engulfed him as well. Zek didn't flinch. He turned his orange faced helmet towards it.
"No I am your master!" He yelled. The flames returned to the spear, and it stopped humming.
"The spear of death life..." Henry said with his jaw wide. Zek nodded..

Smoke filled the air, and the Tyranids were vanquished. The canyon burned, and bodies continued to fight, but the army of the infestation soon lost coherency as the wraith marched in nine thousand strong.

"This is one victory where everyone needs a drink!" Yelled Sam and Henry at the same time.

Victory!
But is that the end...?

Good job Comrade.

 Dr H wrote:
Victory!
But is that the end...?

Good job Comrade.

It is not the end, I would never end a story on a note like that.
Thank you.

On the whole I'm liking this tale.

 Themanwiththeplan wrote:
On the whole I'm liking this tale.

thank you sir!

Fresh Air

With the war over and the Tyranids gone things became to easy. The Grogin no longer trained on their full regiment. Over two million Grogin died in the war, their numbers just a few elite thousand now. The best of the best. The humans suffered barely over half a million casualties, the Eldar only lost precious thousands. Grogin began to celebrate the best they could cheering and dancing to music. Ork or not these creatures are grateful they won a war, and they can play songs; perhaps Henry has the best idea on how to deal with the Ork race. Educate and friend them. the Farseer thought as he walked around the camp and watch the last few Grogin party.

George was walking around the camp with Vesilla they didn't hold hands or show any signs of public affection, they just walked and talked. They took joys in the goods brought out for the party drinking, eating warm breaded meat with some kind of sauce. The jungle sang happily and waved in the moon light sky. The ocean reflected light towards the camp around the large bonfire. Fresh pigs roasted on large metal rods over the fire, their fat glistened in the flames as they slowly roasted and rotated.

Vesilla left George's company and headed over to the group with Ciera and Alex.
"Congratulations ladies, a war well fought," Vesilla said happily.
"And only ten years, such a short time" Ciera smiled.
"To the end!" Alex cheered. They all picked up drinks of a bronze color with a fermented and bubbling sensation. They drank.
"Vesilla, I noticed you spend a lot of time around that particular Grogin is there something of interest?" Alex asked burping after her drink.
"Leave it, Alex! Vesilla will do as she wishes" Ciera cried with a bit of sympathy for Vesilla. She knew of all, that you can't choose what you love.
"Alex, what do you intend to do now that the war is over?" Vesilla chimed in quickly.

"Full career, going to be come a General of this world. The fifth woman planetary general." Alex smiled with delight.
"I would pay to see you become something of such tactical and military ability" Ciera laughed, as she sipped her bubbling elixir "perhaps you could become one of our autarch in the day. Your chances must be vary slim if mine are!" Ciera smiled.
"Why thank you, I think.." Alex confused replied.

"George, come here" General Henry said as he walked up to him. George's bulking frame turned around with ease and an elegance. "George, I am going to leave, with the Eldar and Ciera. I am old." George felt his stomach sink, Grogin needed a chain of command, they needed something to respect he knew Henry leaving would entail the entire Grogin army falling apart.
"But sir!" George cried. Henry shushed him by placing a hand over his mouth.
"Now George they can't know I am leaving, you know who I am talking about. They will find out, but only after I am long gone."
"He intends to make you their leader." Zek chimed in holding a pint of bubbling beverage and a leg of well slow roasted meat. George began to panic.
"There is to much I don't know" He cried slightly. Henry simply smiled and looked at him. He pulled a medal out from his pocket, followed by several others.
"George, it is with great pride and all that, that I General Henry, bestow to you the highest ranking official as I can. With these medals you can lead." Henry handed the medals to George with a proud look in his eyes.

George placed out his large pale green hand and received the medals. George stood up straighter when he got them. He placed them on his chest, fumbling with their tinyness, except for the "General Badge" Which was large and star shaped. The medals were colored red, white and blue with hints of gold and brass every now and then. George smiled and turned to the crowd of Grogin.
"I been promoted! Hurrah!" George yelled. The party went silent for a second with nothing but the sounds of singing insects in the back ground. The fire snapped and popped as the wood burned and they all looked at George, who slowly retracted his arms from his Huzzah. Saw walked around the corner.

"What yee whatin fer! Hooooorah!" He cried. The crowd instantly followed in delight. They all rushed and picked up George and took him off into the distance around the fire. They sang marching songs.
"Henry, you are clever, clever enough to be a Farseer one day. How are you going to tell him that they are the last of a dying breed." Zek said calmly under his breath.
"I am not going to tell them. I am going to leave, he will lead. And this world is no longer my problem." Henry grimly replied. Zek stood beside him watching the spectacle of the Grogin. "Their reproductive genes were shut down in the operations they went under. Secondly all the Orks on this world were annihilated by the Tryanids. They landed right where we kept them. It must of been a bio mass rich zone for them and their primary target." Henry continued.
"I don't think they would accept they are the last dregs of a dying flame" Zek concluded for Henry. Henry nodded.

The party continued to celebrate. Zek teleported Henry and Ciera. The Eldar left with a flash of light. The Grogin and humans looked around dumb founded for a minute. Soil began to rumble, and the mountains shook with power and movement. Eldar air craft returned towards the mountains. The Moon turned orange and light the sky in a tinge of orange color. George looked at the moon to see huge Eldar space craft move in front of the moon, their orange sails grabbing and changing the light. Then the mountains broke, shattering down into nothing, the jungle itself lifted off the ground. Life cried out as the land started to lift off the surface.

A huge landmass floated in the sky, with smooth Eldar structures poking every which way out of it. Then a blue field sprung out and pushed the dirt up and off what was revealed to be a giant space ship. Dirt, rock and jungle lifted until the shield turned round forcing the dirt to roll off the elegant huge craft into the crashing ground. Soil once smooth and flat was ripped apart, trees broken in twine as the huge amounts of the land mass that must of stretched for hundreds of kilometers over the horizon flew back down. George found Vesilla on his arm as they watched the thundering raucous. Buzzing energy sounded throughout the world as the back end lit up a brilliant bright blue and white. The orange bulbs of the craft protruded softly around it. Pop. With a clap that sounded as if the world was ripped in two the craft vanished from existence only leaving a purple trail of energy in the sky.

Next to the fire a statue of a Grogin blinked into reality. The Grogin was holding a Tyranid warrior by the throat as it shot into the stomach. Under a plaque sat with the names of the Grogin that perished in the war, and a thank you from the Eldar and Henry.

Shocked and awe'd the Grogin simply cheered and carried their party on into the night.
Where Vesilla walked off into the night with George along the beach. They walked for many hours enjoying each others company with sparse conversation. Where they finally kissed when the moon was highest in the sky on the soft sand.

Dark as Night Death Weeps For Those

The night was crystal clear. Vesilla was holding George's hand. His tough and ham like hand with rough green skin held her delicate tan hand. He couldn't feel her fingers, but he felt the warmth. George hated his skin many days, hated his kind even. How he wanted to feel things, and touch them for what they were worth. Eldar, humans all fortunate to feel the world, but a Grogin an Ork just destined to only feel internal emotions with no external tensions to ease the mind. Stars came in at brilliant white, blue and purple hues in the black night sky. The galaxy dust covered the sky in browns and oranges, other worlds decorated the view with stripes of color like teal and blue. George enjoyed spending long hours watching the colors of the world around him. They had a meaning that always fired off the in back of his head, something caged there, that wanted out, but wouldn't and couldn't. Looking at things brought this caged beast to the foremind.

George grew frustrated at the lack of understanding of what was happening. Vesilla simply watched George as his face grew perplexed and disgruntled. She leaned on him. "George, relax" she whispered. The words road in gentle into his ear and he lost his train of angry thinking. He smiled. They sat in the warm sand and listened to the swooshing of the ocean,and the smell of salt water filled the air, but a gentle breeze kept from the smell from being over whelming. Near by fauna glowed fluorescently with a pink spotted tinge,and the ocean started to light up with a teal color.

The white foam tinged with teal as it stretched out across the sand. George dug his butt into the sand and leaned back on the berm of the beach. The party was some distance off around the bond fire. Humans and Grogins yelling occasionally as the loud music still barely reached them. Wings flapped to the right as a majestic rainbow colored glowing bird landed next to Vesilla and George. It started to sing a song from its mouth towards them, its purple eyes glistened in the moon light, its throat worked like that of a flute and soft perfect pitched notes ringed out. George's mind went absent, he even forgot his eyes were open. Nothing was focused, and color was all that was left. George loved color.

A spear came in the distance of Geoge's vision of the sky, but he wasn't active to render it. The spear disappeared as fast as he noticed it. He snapped back, and the bird was still singing, more joined it on the beach. A large whale like creature swam near the beach feasting on the glow in the dark fish. Geoge couldn't find the spear in the night sky again. His eyes closed, and he slept.

Smoke filled George's nose. It burned the skin inside. He awoke to the beach on fire. George turned to see Vesilla was gone. Foot steps lead back to the camp. A note was on his chest. He lifted it up and read it. "See you in the morning, love Vesilla." Panic grew in George, he got up quickly. Sand was scorched and fauna burned. Behind George a large hexagon shape with towering pillars on the angles holding a small roof up stood before him. Some kind of the internal machine buzzed and whined as it rotated. The pod was painted blue with a white upside down horse shoe shape on it. Green reef sat under the symbol. George approached it, and saw it had twelve chairs in it that were large for their size. The machine still whizzed above him. Spring release of a priming mechanism sounded.

George recognized that sound instantly as a gun priming. He looked up, a two barreled machine gun was staring him down with a red lens that refracted in the light. George instantly dived to the side as giant shells ripped into the ground with a delayed explosion. Tiny fox holes started to pepper the beach. George turned to one of the pillars of the machine and started to climb it. The weapon forced to hold shooting as it couldn't get a clear shot. Geroge than to took it by surprise as it tried to spin to find him. From atop of the pod where metal warmed his hands he laid down and grabbed the machine from behind. It whizzed with defiance, but George ripped its motor and cables free. The weapon heavy with black and silver metal casing. George ripped it free of what attached it to the pod previously.

He discovered a handle, the size of a Grogin's hand. He took the weapon, and fired it. Recoil surprised him at it was practically non existent. George walked down the giant metal door that laid in the sand. He then saw smoke rise from the camp. "Oh no" George said. He also looked down in the sand. Large oval foot prints with rectangular treading marked the way towards the camp. Foot steps littered the area. They didn't even bother to hide the numbers. George thought. George took off to the camp.

The smell of burning flesh, and blood soaked the camp. Limps and organs were everywhere. As if the people exploded. George grew anxiety as he couldn't find Vesilla. Only a couple Grogin littered the field. They went down with precise shots to the torso aiming at the critical heart and organ area. One of the best ways to put a Grogin down. The foot prints scattered off into the jungle. Bits of blue painted metal laid about the compound. they wear powerful armor George hunched over and picked up the Grogin shell sniffing it. The powered stench still fresh. The camp's barracks burned, smoke plumbing up into the sky. George turned to see over the green jungle other pillars of smoke raised.

Then a whirl of motors and thud of metal resounded behind him. The rev of a chain saw roared up to life. George turned behind him to see a golden helmeted warrior in rounded blue plated armor. White horse shoe labels decorated the warrior along with useless pieces of ugly fabric. Red lenses glinted at him. Golden trim lined the impossibly large pauldrons. The warrior actually matched up to George in size, being nearly double that of a human, and his armor made him look strong.

"I don't suppose we can talk this out?" Geroge comically asked while hunched over. The warrior was taken a back. He even took a step back and assumed a smaller stance. "Does that mean no?" The expressionless golden helmet red eyes looked deeply into him.
"How did you learn to speak Xenos?" It cried back with a robotic assisted deep voice.
"I didn't learn." George now leveled the rifle on his hip slowly aiming at the warrior to not stir a fight, but still hunched down over the shells.

An impossibly long time went by as the warrior held his ground, and George unflinching waiting for a sign to fight, anything. George was practically egging for it in his head, but something pulled him back to stop him.

The warrior changed stance, powering the chain saw sword into a soft hum. A gust of wind entered the camp and a red cape flung out from behind the warrior. Exotic golden wings decorated on the shoulders glistened.

"Answer this question, or die, Ork. Where are the Tyranids?" It spoke with now full anger in its voice.
"Dead, I killed them all." George calmly reported.
"I don't believe you Orks won, with your human slaves." The warrior charged stirring the sand up moving with a lumbering speed that mocked humans, but to George was too slow.

Ahh, I see. Fresh meat to fight.

 Dr H wrote:
Ahh, I see. Fresh meat to fight.

With the ending of the Tyranid war that ends the premise of the Ork's Of America. You now know why they are different and why they seem more human than other Orks. We are not stepping into to the rising action of them breaking the chains of fate to be their own clan freebooting around space. Then that is it, end of story really.

Indeed it does. It's sad to see it end. 'tis a good story, well told.