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Hi all, i wanted to start writing some fluff, and yes it might conflict with the official stuff, but hey, i aint even mad. if this gets a good response ill continue. constructive criticism welcome. (if i can track down some photoshop, ill provide pics 2) this is just a sample, ill right more at 5 responses.



"FOR THE EMPEROR" came a curdling death-scream from somewhere down the block. Icarus Didn't notice, he was too busy pumping bolts into the door frame of the of the steel door. As it popped off the flimsy hinges, a mass of fire pushed itself through the 33rd window into the marines face. Pushed aside violently, his sergeant Prometheus blasted into the room, impaling the purple clad traitor with his chain-sword.

Icarus was part of the 2nd flash ops squad of the blood angels chapter, famous for their ability to navigate drop pods onto incredibly accurate coordinates, the 2nd squad contributed amazingly useless attacks to almost every engagement. Usually chapter rejects, they were sent on the most dangerous missions and left alone for years on end. currently stationed on some backwater planet, Icarus spent most of his time in the self induced stasis that allowed him to use the least amount of energy possible, that was until the Emperors Children smashed their way into the sprawling urban city of New Erris.

He snapped to as a stray bullet drummed his visor, probably one of the civilians trying to defend themselves. His Brothers had consecutively pounded their way into the room in the moments he had been dazed, and were now pumping bolts blindly into adjacent building.

"Brother Icarus, covering fire!"

Training kicked in as he throttled the heavy bolter into a steady roar, ignoring the shrapnel kicking up around him.

I thinck its really good if you make it longer i would read all your stuff



keep writing i really enjoyed it