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Ok so work has quitened down big time... and i thought it might be a bit of fun to make a story. So the idea is everyone makes a passage. And each passage will follow on from the last persons. It may fail, it may be epic, it may just die. But oh well still could be interesting. Now if you arent a great writer but want to contribute, go right ahead. I never write at all so i hope i set the bar pretty low for the next poster.

So the rule is keep your part short.
Try keep events moving forward, if you can without skipping.
If you post a little late against someone else try edit your post to the next part of the story or remove the writing. That way its clear for people reading it.
Try to keep it not C.S gotto style writing if you can. Please...

Ok so the setting. Unknown to the populace of a devout agri world in the imperium, a hive fleet has set its sites on them and the first small pod of "insert something here" streaks through the sky.....




I will kick start it:

Start

A small object streaks through the sky, lighting up the clear night. As a result of the artificial lighting, those living in the urban areas dont notice the anomaly. However, many kilometres away, a lowley Brine Shrimp farmer working his grave shift watches in horror as the object explodes into one of the hydroponic sheds nearby. Without thinking he rushes to the shed, knowing it better he tries to get it up and running before the local Political Officer has him shot for inefficiency. The hydroponic machine is clearly far from fixable, knowing this he immediately starts the 141st passage of the sacred text, hoping the prayer will encourage the machines will to repair itself. "....and may the emperor bless this spirit, for if it decides to..." he says, hoping he got line 12 of the holy passage correct. The Bine Shrimp farmer stops. The warm, wet breath of....

End

Please excuse the grammar

Now im hoping we start with a gene stealer cult but thats up to the next poster really... will the imperium succeed? Or will the invading foe have its way? let the story begin.

... a lictor fills the room with a rotten, gagging stench that makes the farmer choke and tear up. He began to look around to find the source of the odour but it was too late; flesh-hooks pierced his body from behind in multiple locations, causing massive internal damage and lacerations as they tore through his body. He collapsed, and as he lay on the floor feeling his blood pool behind his head and his body growing cold, he saw the Lictor with his failing vision, in all of its glory. It had a hard, black upper carapace with muted blood red flesh but the farmer didn't know what that meant and he no longer cared, for he was now with the Emperor. He only wished with his dying breath that his family wouldn't be next ...

... Days later the local bar is packed. The local sermons had finished and the populace have the day off. A seemingly normal man, wanders the street, keeping an eye on the people. The Town notice board was unusually full so he headed over there, along the way noticing the priest comforting crying citizens. At a glance he saw the usual announcements on the board. However, to his horror he read the words "missing". Stepping back he saw the board was covered in them. The names where not important yet, he ran and pushed his way through the crowd and made his way home. This was it, the first case he thought with excitement. The long blue robes and silver plated armour of his local Adeptus Arbites Uniform gleamed magnificantly as he pulled them from his dresser.

Praying to his Emperor whilst preparing his fatigues he felt a huge sense of pride come over him. His search for the killer begins. As he walks out onto the street the populace falls silent. Calmly he heads to the local priest...

... As he hurried to the priests, he could feel his heart pounding, all that was running through his head was that he was going to make his family proud by catching the criminal. However, as he arrived at the church, he strangely found that no one was outside the church chanting prayers to the god emperor, "strange" he muttered out loud, but yet he thought nothing of it and proceeded to wander inside. Inside the church it was dark and cold as usual, as for some reasons the priests of this church had always preferred the church to be in near darkness. Suddenly something caught his attention as it seemed a shadow had moved across the wall but dissmissed the thought as madness as the candles often throw shadows all over the walls...

...He felt the sensation of fear. He forced himself forward, his footsteps causing loud echoes through the church. He stopped and looked below noticing a few drops of blood. This is what the emperor trained me for he thought. Being careful not to desturb the specks of blood, he starts search the floors on his hands and knees feverently seeking any evidince possible. He couldnt help but feel the presence of something sinister, the fear just wouldnt go away. He kept shrugging it off, trying to get on with his job. After a long search he had found nothing. Quickly he took a sample of the blood and gently placed it in his utility belt. As he began to stand he felt what seemed like a warm wet breath on the back of his neck. BANG! Beems of light shot into the church as the doors where flung open buy a rough looking man. "Sir! I think you should see this...". The Arbite looked around breifly struggling to adjust to the light, after seeing nothing he wandered outside and shrugging off that fear on the back of his mind...

'This' was a body - a young working girl from the looks of it, her low-cut top and short skirt leaving much of what must have been a beautiful body visible... where it wasn't streaked with her own blood. Her neck had been slit with a blade of some kind, and a brand had been set into her forehead - a stylised flaming I with a pair of aquila wings sweeping outwards from its sides.

"What have we got?" The arbite asked, frowning. Was this related? Or was it simply a coincidence..?


In a crypt beneath the templum, a giant knelt before a small altar. Not the one upon which he had sacrificed the girl - the first of nine sacrifices, one for each of the traitor primarchs - but a smaller one that was truly a sarcophagus. Now, it served as home to his holy bolter and rod of office. The divination
had begun.

Ooh nice twist...

The body was plonked onto the makeshift autopsy table. Unfamiliar faces scurried about the corpse, searching for any clues as to where the death occurred. AHAH! A hunched old man presented the curious arbite with a small clear bag. "Sniff it, the smell will lead you" Said a raspy voice from one of the men surrounding the table. A brief stench of incense came from the sooty grit. The kind of incense used at tragic burials. A clue no doubt, but why is this the only body found? All those missing people but none of them have shown up, dead or alive. He started to think maybe there was more going on that he did not yet understand.

Time to go find out how this incense got on the girls body, he dreaded the idea of going underground. But thats where the incense lies and thats where his job begins...

In a near by section of the city a man lurked in an alleyway, a dark hood drawn low obscured his mutated face. This man is a heretic, and he has read forbidden texts, and of the great devourer and he knows what is to come. The missing people, the signs and most of all the words of his leader have all told him that he must get to safety for this world will fall. He has been tasked with collecting more sacrifices for the gods of chaos, in hopes that the dark gods may show some mercy to their followers. his mind raced with possibilities as he waited, Blood letters, blight drones, demonettes, heh heh heh, maybe even a demon prince or The Cleaved! Oh the possibilities! Oh the possibilities....

Below the maniacally grinning man, through the manhole cover he stands on, a monster stires. The genestealer twists it's body out of the feral position, and looks up. Two tiny, insignificant beams of light stream through the holes in the mancover. Prey stands above. Not the heretic, but a man and woman. They are close together, and the gene stealer slowly climbs to the mancOver, hearing it's prey. It erupts through, grabs the man around the neck, gaging him, and using it's shutting talons to slice the woman clean in half. The genestealer retreats back to the sewers, clutching it's pride, the still struggling man. it pushes him against a wall. It's hand slips. "AHHH!" but no one heres. A Tongue like proboscis extends from the genestealers mouth, and it shoves this down the man's throat. It releases a bio toxin, and wIthdraws the Tongue. The man sinks to the floor. He begins convulsing, his DNA structure already staring to reform. Soon, another genestealer will dwell beneath the city.

[did i do alright?]

 the shrouded lord wrote:
Below the maniacally grinning man, through the manhole cover he stands on, a monster stires. The genestealer twists it's body out of the feral position, and looks up. Two tiny, insignificant beams of light stream through the holes in the mancover. Prey stands above. Not the heretic, but a man and woman. They are close together, and the gene stealer slowly climbs to the mancOver, hearing it's prey. It erupts through, grabs the man around the neck, gaging him, and using it's shutting talons to slice the woman clean in half. The genestealer retreats back to the sewers, clutching it's pride, the still struggling man. it pushes him against a wall. It's hand slips. "AHHH!" but no one heres. A Tongue like proboscis extends from the genestealers mouth, and it shoves this down the man's throat. It releases a bio toxin, and wIthdraws the Tongue. The man sinks to the floor. He begins convulsing, his DNA structure already staring to reform. Soon, another genestealer will dwell beneath the city.

[did i do alright?]

Sorry to butt in but yes thats fine we just have many sub plots going on haha. will be interesting to see where it ends thats for sure. Keep it coming guys!

 Swastakowey wrote:

 the shrouded lord wrote:
Below the maniacally grinning man, through the manhole cover he stands on, a monster stires. The genestealer twists it's body out of the feral position, and looks up. Two tiny, insignificant beams of light stream through the holes in the mancover. Prey stands above. Not the heretic, but a man and woman. They are close together, and the gene stealer slowly climbs to the mancOver, hearing it's prey. It erupts through, grabs the man around the neck, gaging him, and using it's shutting talons to slice the woman clean in half. The genestealer retreats back to the sewers, clutching it's pride, the still struggling man. it pushes him against a wall. It's hand slips. "AHHH!" but no one heres. A Tongue like proboscis extends from the genestealers mouth, and it shoves this down the man's throat. It releases a bio toxin, and wIthdraws the Tongue. The man sinks to the floor. He begins convulsing, his DNA structure already staring to reform. Soon, another genestealer will dwell beneath the city.

[did i do alright?]

Sorry to butt in but yes thats fine we just have many sub plots going on haha. will be interesting to see where it ends thats for sure. Keep it coming guys!

Yay subplots! But we should probably get to back the main plot next one now...

"Mutant! Heretic! Kill Him!" The shouting from the square became louder as each second passed by. A badly beaten man was on the street begging for mercy. At a glance he appeared normal, however a third arm had been developing from his body. The abomination made him shudder.

"We got this traitor trying to escape the sewers last night." blurted the local political officer. "time to execute justice Arbite.." he continued with a dark grin.

The world went silent as he drew his side arm. He had never killed before. As he raised his weapon the mutant cried: "Hell is coming, a Hell your emperor cannot stop! All of your days are numb.." His sentance was cut short as the round chipped the top left of his skull off. The twitching body convulsed and spasmed on the ground. The arbite fired another round to finish the job.

The political officer instantly started to rouse the crowd and clear the words of the mutant from there heads. He fluently addressed the crowd and with his booming voice said "Up in arms men, in the name of the emperor we shall re take the under ground! For scum like this have no place in our town! Who will join?!" The crowd roared with excitement.

The arbite thought to himself, at least he wouldnt have to go in alone now.

The hunt begins...

The dead man's brothers stood, their robes concealing ghastly mutations in a mix match of razor teeth, third or fourth limbs, browning skin, and in those who were almost finished the metemorphosis, red chitin plates lining their back and shoulders.
As the mutant died, they all made the sign of the great devourer, curling their hands around the other. Behind them, Withing arms lEngth off the sunlight, the broodlord sat hunched, observing the golden man who had killed it's offspring.
It would wait, it already had four fully developed, but it would wait untill the twelve infected were also that, and then, the human would die.

(sorry If you didn't want people posting 2parts, I really like writing about genestealers.

"I hope you dont mind my actions before, hasty i know but the town needs to be at full production. I deem it of high importance that the situation be brought under control. At Any cost." The Political officer continued to talk but the arbite had stopped listening once the volunteers came forth. 19 men stood in a line before him. They looked pathetic, armed with farming tools and makeshift weapons. But alas it would do. How hard could a few mutants be to take care of?

The political Officer must have stopped talking a while back and had started to lead the way. The arbite admired the Political officer, for he did his job amazingly well. The volunteers where cheerful and moral was high, almost as if the crowd forgot where they were heading. But the arbite new that within minutes they would be entering the blackness....

The Arbite lead his makeshift posse into the inky black depths of the sewer. His nose plugs filtering out the worst of the offense smell. His hands trembling slightly loaded a clip of executioner rounds into his combat shotgun. It’s comfortable hefty weight bringing courage to him. Switching his prey sight on he saw movement in the coroner of his display. Before he could bring his gun to bear one of the men was grabbed screaming into the black depths of the sewer. His screams echoed through the tunnel followed by the sounds of flesh tearing. Praying to the machine Spirit the Arbite fired his weapon with a deafening blast. The executioner shell homed onto the target striking it. A spray of black blood and ichor washed over the walls. The arbiter went up to the body to confirm the kill only to have his blood chilled to the very bone by what he saw…

The genestealer was not yet dead. It's leg had been blOwn off by the shotgun blast, but still it launched itself at the arbites. He finished it with another shot. The genestealer was clearly still in metamorph. "spread out. If you see a human that is not with us, kill them."
The men nodded and devised into four teams of three, not including the arbites himself.
The broodlord shimmered as it psychicaly felt another of it's young die. Still, there were more. It looked at the man stuck to the wall, he still struggled against the brood mind, no matter. The brood lord cupped the human's chin in it's claws. Such frail things, it was amazed these pink prey mutated into its children.

The sound of the shotgun's double-bang reverberated throughout the sewer-system, amplified by the metal walls to travel hundreds of meters in every direction. Demitri jumped when he heard it, nearly dropping his autogun in surprise.

"T-they are near." He stammered, clutching the weapon tightly to his robed chest.

"Yes... indeed." The second figure muttered, bending down to retrieve his own rifle from behind a piece of machinery. "She was correct."

The two cultists had been milling about within the tiny pump-room for over an hour, their nerves eating away at their resolve. Demitri and Yusef had joined the Volgate Decretum because they both believed. They were willing to do anything for the Cult, for the Gods, but neither of them were killers. Fell oaths delivered in the darkness of cellars, attics and abandoned sewer-maintenance shafts were one thing, but to be within such close proximity to death was quite another. Every scream from the beasts shook the two men to the core; that the Arbites was getting involved was almost more than they could bear.

Finally, after so much time waiting, Demitri opened his mouth to suggest that maybe they were in over their heads- maybe they should leave before she arrived- but he was too late. A series of dull bangs on the locked door made the Cultist whimper of fear. Yusef, always the more stoic of the two, raised his autogun and pointed it at the door.

"Speak... say your business!"

The response was muffled, impatient.

"Fidem Vincit Omnia."

Visibly exhaling in relief, Demitri reached forward and unlocked the door. He barely had time to pull his hand back before a hooded figure in crimson robes stormed into the room, a long-barreled shotgun in hand.

"You were right, Keeper." Yusef said, lowering his rifle. "The Arbites have discovered the brood." The figure lowered its hood, revealing the creased face of a tired-looking woman. Not-quite-healed scars ran in ragged lines across her features- her greying hair was put up in a tight bun. Though her face showed years of abuse, there was a certain agelessness to the Keeper's gunmetal eyes that instilled discomfort in those who met her gaze.

"Of course." Her voice was a sigh.

"How did you know?"

"My position makes me privy to such information." She cradled the shotgun in her hands, the plush fabric of her robes concealing the serial number ingrained upon the weapon's stock; the serial number that designated it as belonging to the Adeptus Arbites. "We're moving now. There is little time left."

Demitri stepped forward. "Keeper, why must we do this? Would it not be easier to simply let the monsters slay them? Surely there must be enough of them by now to-"

"There is too much at stake to leave events to chance." She said, glaring at the Cultist. "The beasts must be given as much time as possible to signal their host. If the Arbites exterminate them, the Fleet may never arrive, and our cause is lost." She looked Demitri in the eye. "Muster your courage." She glanced at Yusef. "Both of you. We act as agents of Their will. Now, move." She backed out of the room, the dim lightning of the maintenance corridor instantly cloaking her in shadow. Hesitantly, the two men stalked out as well, rifles raised.

"Shoot any xenos who approaches, but remember that the Arbites and his team are the priority. No survivors, no hostages. We kill them all." She took a breath.

"For the Dark Gods."

They marched deeper into the gloom...

another psychic screech. another dead child. the brood lord growled in suppressed rage. it could not risk itself, but maternal urges were paining it's mind. the prey had suffered just one dead, of the eighteen original. and now new prey struk from further within the broodlord's home, three prey, one of which held a weapon that blasted it's children apart. but the shiny prey that lead the other party, he was even more dangerous.
ROOOOHHHHH! the broodlord screamed in agony, grief and frustration as another child died.
it's mind was flooded with the pleas of it's children, they begged their parent to save them.
please, save us.
we need you.
but it could not help it's children. if it died, it would never feel the comfort of it's own parent, the soothing voice of the hive mind.
NO! it had to protect it's children.
it bounded on all six of it's limbs down the pipe/corridor.

"Did anyone else hear that?" one of the younger lads stammered. He looked barely 16, the primitive rifle looked over-sized in his hands. The arbite listened, careful not to discredit the youth instantly - who knows what else was down here.
"Wait, where is Jori?" another asked. This got everyone's attention. A chill ran down the arbite spine as he scanned the darkness for signs of movement.
"JORI!?" one of the youths called out.
"Silence! Listen..." the rag-tag band stopped and obeyed they officers word without question, some holding back whimpers while the older men gave scornful looks.
Drip...



Drip...





Drip...

Slowly, the arbite moved towards the faint sound, his shotgun held ready at his waste, his finger steady on the trigger. "Steady men, be ready for anything-" he was cut off as blood sprayed across his face. His mouth opened again and more blood sprayed in. His stern stare was broken, his hardened features quivering. Behind him one of the lads, the youngest, was missing his head; a ragged and bloody stump being all that remained - as if some creature of enormous power had torn it off. A few feet from him lay another man, his body still spasaming as 3 great spines protruded from his head, abdomen and chest.
"Daemons! Daemons have come to punish our sins!" an old man screamed, collapsing to his knees. The arbite looked up, dazed slightly. For a split second, he felt himself make eye contact with... something. Then realised he was staring at another body. It hung from pipes in the dark - a hole in his cracked in his head. Footsteps brought him back from his stupor.
"Not daemons, foolish boy. Magnificence!" a cowled red-robed figure said, the voice soft and yet piercing. The arbite thought he recognised it. Then she brought something out of her robes. The world turned to light as the shotgun roared.

As the chaos brewing under the surface of the city began to errupt, a lone tech adept sat monitoring the myriad listening posts scattered throughout the System. It was a mundane task assigned to the lowliest adepts, for the System had not been threatened with invasion for over six centuries. Nothing of note had ever come to his attention in the 3 years that he occupied this post. The most intriguing thing had been in the last few days where an unusually high amount of spacial debris had passed by several listening posts in the southern quadrant of the system. Even that was not enough to gain the adepts full attention and the curiosity of the annomaly had been overwhelmed by the tedium of his mundane routine. What the adept had failed to realise that one out of the six listening posts in the Southern Quadrant had failed to transmit its 4 hour auto-data cycle.

Unbeknownst to the adept a vast predatory intelligence was slipping its way into the system. A billion eyes fixed hungrily on their backwater world.

The Arbite had only a moment to react when he saw the silhouette of the gun. Years of honed instinct kicking in, he dived to the side just as the woman opened fire, the buckshot from her weapon grazing his waist. Landing hard on his side and sliding to a stop, the Arbites brought his own weapon to bare, blasting into the darkness where the woman had appeared.

Chaos erupted in the sewer gloom, muzzle-flares blooming throughout the chamber as the posse opened fire en masse in every direction. The cries of the dying and frightened mingled with the sound of the shotgun blasts and ricocheting shots to create a cacophony of violence...

Seven. Out of it's entire brood, of months of it's work, only seven of the broodlord's children still lived. The broodlord panted as it ran through the pipe, it's musculature pulsing as it's heart pulsed. Ahead, the sounds of gunshot were blazing. The broodlord arrived at it's destination. The access hatch was cracked open, and below, gunfire flashed. The broodlord was about to enter the fray.