Sinister Shapeshifter
The Lair of Vengeance....Poole.
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Even though I'm not the best writer out there, I had a plan to write a short story about a ragtag group of guardsmen who are trapped on a world that has been conquered by Chaos or some other race. And it will be full of overly cheesy things. Such as a commissar taking out a tainted carnifex with a well placed boltpistol shot, and making a joke.
Just to make a notice, I don't know much in the way of 40k lore, so if I make any mistakes, please just drop a comment and correct me.
Edit: Added info to the beginning and wrote more -
It was a normal day on Coretus VI when the gates opened. Out poured masses of brightly coloured daemons and the fallen marines of the Emperor’s Children. The first city to fall was, ironically, the unbreachable fortress city of Dis. Which also happened to be the base of the planet’s entire military might. And the capital.
Over the next few months, the planet’s Imperial Guard garrison fell swiftly. Until there were a few meagre pockets of resistance. Our story follows the unlikely band of legendary resistance fighters known as The Unlikelihoods. Their story starts with the fall of a minor military outpost to the forces of Emperor’s Children.
The attack was sudden in the dead of night when the watch least expected it. Suddenly, black and pink marines filled the training yard of the outpost and began destroying the buildings with their sonic blasts. By the time they finished, a handful of Guardsmen remained for a couple of dead marines. Including one terminator.
Commissar Albrecht Hass-Elhoff, emerged from the wreckage battered and bleeding, his sleeves ripped, his coat torn and his arm cut open, and cursed, “Son of a Grox!” He ran his hands through his blonde locks of hair and gazed at the carnage. He then proceeded to search for survivors. For the next two hours he searched until he came across an Ogryn and a guardswoman seemingly unharmed, sheltering beneath a relatively undamaged piece of building. He approached the guardswoman and got intercepted by the ogryn, who said, “No approach lady! Dave protect!” The guardswoman waved the ogryn away and said, “Greetings Commissar. I am Captain Betty Humpter. I’m a trained medic. I was stationed here to keep the men in fighting conditions.”
Betty looked at the commissar and took notice of his features, he had an angular jaw, high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. Under most circumstances she would consider him to be attractive. But here and now, she was more concerned with surviving than anything else.
Commissar Elhoff approached the captain, taking stock of her appearance. She had shoulder length black hair, brown eyes, a rounded jaw and an extremely curved figure. He then looked her in the face and said, “We need to search for survivors and supplies and get to a spaceport.” To which she replied, “Well, that would be a good plan if the spaceports weren’t in Dis.”
Two hours later, and one fully loaded Ogryn, the trio set off into the jungles that covered the entire planet, save the fortress-cities. It was when they stumbled upon a minor town that they witnessed the true horrors that had been unleashed on the planet for the forces of chaos had somehow corrupted a portion of a tyranid fleet. The town had been slaughtered to a man by a tainted carnifex that took residence in the ruins.
As they walked onto what used to be the outskirts of the town, unknowing of what lay within, Commissar Elhoff cursed, “Son of a Grox!” He then mandated that they search for survivors, but internally he thought to himself: ‘this is probably a pointless order.’ But they searched nonetheless, and not 20 minutes later, they had found a village hunter, barely conscious, his brown hair matted and his face streaked with ash and blood. Furthermore he had a large wound in his stomach, not large enough to be lethal, but large enough to prove fatal if left unchecked. He was muttering about a monster the size of a house with bladed arms and gnashing, drooling jaws.
Upon receiving this news , the commissar pondered, “Could it be? Noooo. That could never happen!” And dismissed the thought. He then issued an order to his companions, “Stay here and make sure he survives, I may need to talk to him.” He then turned around and walked into the ruins. And almost walked into the daemonic carnifex.
What happened next was a game of deadly cat and mouse, where the commissar ran across the ruins of the city evading the creature. He hid, and it barrelled down at him, and when it got close, he leapt out of the way. This continued for the next few hours until the sun rose and he caught a glimpse of the creature. Its blue carapace was riddled with holes from which tentacles and bladed arms emerged. Its red flesh was blotchy and discoloured in patches where it hung from the bone., most notably on the side of its head.
A few minutes after the sunrise, Commissar Elhoff noticed the patch of flesh hanging off its face and hatched a plan. He negotiated the rubble and stood in the open, and waited. Then, the carnifex turned to face him and promptly charged. Time seemed to slow down as he deftly leapt to the side and aimed his boltpistol at the patch of fallen flesh and emptied the clip into its head. His landing wasn’t as composed, as he landed on a patch of broken concrete and fractured his elbow. But the adrenaline surge he was experiencing lead him to not notice his arm hanging limp, as he looked at the carnifex’s body and said, “You should have thought ahead.”
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