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I have an ever growing collection of marines that are waiting to be involved some way shape or form. However, I don't think you'll be seeing anyone new for quite some time. I have more then enough going on already. How many pages has it been since we saw Cyaxeres, Jaska, Kvothe, Desai, and everyone else. Jeez, I've got a long way to go.
IceAngel wrote:I have an ever growing collection of marines that are waiting to be involved some way shape or form. However, I don't think you'll be seeing anyone new for quite some time. I have more then enough going on already. How many pages has it been since we saw Cyaxeres, Jaska, Kvothe, Desai, and everyone else. Jeez, I've got a long way to go.
Lol. People don't like seeing marines die i think.
From whom are unforgiven we bring the mercy of war.
I'd say they are here for a good time not a long time
I do believe there should be 2-3 Central characters and the rest meet their ends over time (I just hope my marine becomes a central character )
IceAngel wrote:I must say Knightley, I am very envious of your squiggle ability. I mean, if squiggles were a tactical squad, you'd be the sergeant. If squiggles were an HQ, you'd be the special character. If squiggles were a way of life, you'd be Doctor Phil...
End over end his knife tumbled through the air. The trajectory was perfect and the spin was precise. The joyous ork was about to vault over a body when the knife plunged into its temple. Death was instant. The look of joy froze on its face as it fell forwards adding yet another corpse to the intersections collection.
Two other orks stepped on their fallen comrade to pounce on the prone form of Aquilum. Inushi reached for his plasma as the first leapt towards Aquilum. The ork never reached the fallen marine. A yellow foot kicked out and stopped the ork mid flight, it collapsed screaming in pain from its crushed ribs. Its fellow greenskin however stabbed down with a long curved blade. Aquilum rolled away from the ork and onto his knee. He bunched up his cloak in his right hand and with a quick jerk the heavy banner cloak deflected the next swipe from the ork.
Inushi slid into the intersection on the dirty floor firing his plasma at the ork and several more that were approaching. Two dove behind corpses while the one in front of Aquilum and one other fell from the plasma bolts. Another gun shot responded from further behind the orks. Inushi felt the round pass his helmet and plunge into the top filter section of his back pack. The already damaged device was now useless as the filtering system sparked and shut down.
Aquilum brought up his storm bolter.
“Damn greenskin took out my knee.” he spat. “I’ll cover.” He added through gritted teeth.
The twin barrels barked repeatedly. The nearest orks that were hiding behind corpses died before they could return fire. The bolt rounds exploded through corpse flesh before finding their victims.
Inushi helped Aquilum up while he fired. Inushi grunted from the weight as Aquilum leaned on him for support, his pink powerfist was over his shoulder. The Emperors Fool was a massive marine but even then he seemed much heavier then he looked. Aquilum kept firing as the two began to quickly hobble down the hall after their comrades. Two orks rounded the corner and shot at them, Inushi felt the muffled impacts from the rounds that hit Aquilums banner cloak. “By the Emperor you’re heavy.” Inushi grunted again. Aquilum fired behind them once more as he began to laugh in between his grunts of discomfort.
Ahead of them Reven rounded the corner and provided covering fire as they past. Aquilum continued to chuckle. “I don’t know what this ork banner is made out of, but it weighs nearly as much as I do.”
The hobbling pair rounded another corner and passed Hunzuu who was keeping a handful of orks at bay in a side room. Reven followed up from behind. With a simple shoulder tap Hunzuu left his position and joined them.
The sounds of gunfire ahead of them began to increase in volume. One of the weapons was deep, powerful, and consistent in its cadence. Its slow methodical firing demanded his attention. Inushi realized that the fire wasn’t from his fellow astartes weapons. He began to run through his mental list of guns. The rate of fire was close to that of an auto cannon but the caliber was larger.
Inushi furrowed his brow as he exited the long hall way and over looked an expansive vaulted gallery. Giant storage doors that typically held valkyries lined both walls, but most were missing or broken by the initial look of them. The majority of the floor was covered in mechanical bits. Parts of trucks, tanks, planes, ships, weapons, and unknown equipment were strewn about in tall piles. One door to the right revealed the hull of an in progress war plane, the turret from a baneblade sat directly over the cockpit. One wing was in a crane waiting to be attached. At the other end of the gallery was a door painted in thick red paint. On the ceiling of the room a ramshackle series of bunkers were crammed in between the massive beams of the room. It appeared as if the spine of the room had a cancer that spawned mismatched barrels and platforms. Each clump of guns pointed down into the room. The first bunker held a trio of barrels that took turns firing down into the room. The other clumps of guns appeared to be unused, for now.
“What is he doing?” Reven shouted as he came up behind him.
Inushi looked out into the room ahead of them. Darting in between piles was the gray form of Pyrox. Leaping over boxes, swinging under weapons, often changing directions, the Fire Angel was constantly moving. The trio of guns above them was slowly tracking the Angel but every time the weapon boomed, Pyrox had already moved on. Inushi began to study the weapon, its design, and the sound it made.
“Philosir is to our left. MOVE!” Hunzuu shouted as sounds of chasing orks behind them grew closer.
Reven, Aquilum, and Inushi headed that way. Quickly they came up to Philosir who stood behind a massive pile of what looked like pieces of a ships hull. He held his sleek weapon in his arms. His servo arms held up a mix of scrap pieces above his head. They formed a metal scrap camouflage netting above his head. The remains of Shar-Drasha were by his feet.
Inushi glanced around. Hunzuu hadn’t followed them. As he glanced around, both Aquilum and Reven came to the same realization.
“He has another target to attend to.” Philosir answered the unspoken question. He then dropped the scrap around him and with a gentle sweep a servo arm picked up the fallen Ice Angel. “We must move. Our ship lies behind the red door and we’re almost out of time.”
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What I really like about the story so far is that the marines have a strong sense of brotherhood even though they are all from different chapters.
I also want to know what that Ork banner/cloak is made out of.... or do I?
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IceAngel wrote:I must say Knightley, I am very envious of your squiggle ability. I mean, if squiggles were a tactical squad, you'd be the sergeant. If squiggles were an HQ, you'd be the special character. If squiggles were a way of life, you'd be Doctor Phil...
I wish I could give you some more intelligent commentary Ice, but you've gone beyond that now. I'm just reading and enjoying this the same way I'd do with any work of fiction.
Anvildude: "Honestly, it's kinda refreshing to see an Ork vehicle that doesn't look like a rainbow threw up on it."
Knightley wrote:What I really like about the story so far is that the marines have a strong sense of brotherhood even though they are all from different chapters.
I also want to know what that Ork banner/cloak is made out of.... or do I?
Gitsplitta wrote:That and the alien weapon that Philosir has...
I wish I could give you some more intelligent commentary Ice, but you've gone beyond that now. I'm just reading and enjoying this the same way I'd do with any work of fiction.
Some of these questions may be answered in the future. OR they may not!
Is the suspense killing you yet?
Side note, do you guys prefer shorter updates or the larger blocks of text that I some times drop. If you had to choose what would you pick?
Knightley wrote:What I really like about the story so far is that the marines have a strong sense of brotherhood even though they are all from different chapters.
I also want to know what that Ork banner/cloak is made out of.... or do I?
Gitsplitta wrote:That and the alien weapon that Philosir has...
I wish I could give you some more intelligent commentary Ice, but you've gone beyond that now. I'm just reading and enjoying this the same way I'd do with any work of fiction.
Some of these questions may be answered in the future. OR they may not!
Is the suspense killing you yet?
Side note, do you guys prefer shorter updates or the larger blocks of text that I some times drop. If you had to choose what would you pick?
Dang you!
From whom are unforgiven we bring the mercy of war.
Knightley wrote:What I really like about the story so far is that the marines have a strong sense of brotherhood even though they are all from different chapters.
I also want to know what that Ork banner/cloak is made out of.... or do I?
Gitsplitta wrote:That and the alien weapon that Philosir has...
I wish I could give you some more intelligent commentary Ice, but you've gone beyond that now. I'm just reading and enjoying this the same way I'd do with any work of fiction.
Some of these questions may be answered in the future. OR they may not!
Is the suspense killing you yet?
Side note, do you guys prefer shorter updates or the larger blocks of text that I some times drop. If you had to choose what would you pick?
The suspense really is just too much. Loving it though.
And Longer blocks are my preference.
Keep up the good work.
He's not the messiah he's a very naughty boy. Now go AWAY!
“Humies n’da Kaptains bay! Get up ere boyz. Some killin needs dun!” the harsh voice shouted across the speaker system. With the loss of his backpack filter system the stench of greenskins had invaded his helmet and Inushi could taste the airborne squig spores. Despite the words being shouted and the filth he was inhaling his entire focus was on getting across the gallery as quickly as possible without taking the attention of the ceiling mounted cannons. For several minutes they had traversed the gallery scampering from junk pile to tank hull. Shouts and war cries of orks were blending together to form a constant hum like cheering at a Jaagfooli match. The main cannon had continued its tracking of Pyrox across the gallery but it hadn’t fired recently. From the sound of it Pyrox had engaged some orks somewhere in the gallery. Nearby shouts continued to waft towards the marines as they moved.
With a quick hand gesture Philosir ushered Reven, Aquilum, and Inushi forward. As they reached a stack of barrels Inushi risked a look over the top to check on the main ceiling cannon. Deep down inside, Inushi hoped it was broken but another part of him thought it was simply looking for unengaged targets. Currently it pointed straight down under itself unmoving.
The twin barrels of a storm bolter went off next to Inushi’s helm. He snapped to his left to see the form of an ork fall into a pile of scrap above them. Its chest was a crater of shredded flesh. Before words could be exchanged another weapon discharged behind them in rapid succession. HRRUUK! HRRUUK! HRRUUK!
The monotone voice of Philosir calmly spoke in between the grenade blasts, “Go through the door in the back corner as quick as you can. I’ll distract.” The marines hefted their weapons, they couldn’t see the door they were supposed to take and the back wall of the gallery was another 80 yards away but the orks were gathering. “NOW”
Philosir came clearly out of cover and moved around the barrels towards the sounds of fighting orks. His slender weapon sending silent orbs of energy into small groups of orks that wandered nearby. The miniature wrist mounted weapon continued its odd bark, lobbing grenades over piles of scrap.
Reven was the first to move. Inushi slung Aquilum over his shoulder, grunted under the weight, and took off as fast as he was able. Aquilum adjusted his filthy banner cloak to cover them both and continued to look for targets.
They hadn’t gone far before the ceiling cannon began to move. Inushi rounded a corner to see the tail end of Revens dance. His chainsword was spinning itself clean as the last of three orks collapsed to the floor. Reven didn’t look back as he continued.
Inushi glanced up to the ceiling at the cannon. It was now pointed to where Philosir had headed. Inushi lowered his head and continued on. There was nothing he could do. He hated the feeling but he had his own objective. Two more steps and he was rounding a pile of tank treads. The stack was nearly three times his height.
A familiar boom echoed through the room. Inushi continued to follow Revens path when the sound of tearing metal and falling debris breached his concentration. Aquilum laughed, “Thank you Hunzuu!” he said as he fired his storm bolter at some approaching orks. Inushi didn’t need to look up to know the ceiling mounted cannon was wrecked. The familiar boom echoed once again and Inushi compared the sound to his mental list of weapons. It was the resonant boom of a long barreled Baneblade cannon. The sounds of falling debris preempted the screams of scattering orks.
Inushi passed the tank treads and came across Reven who stood on a detached dozer blade. Several grots were cheering on a huge squig that was trying to devour the Blood Angel. The two legged monster was taller then a terminator and dominated by a giant maw. The yellow squig was already bleeding from a half dozen wounds in and around its mouth but it still sneered and bit at the quick Angel of Death.
Inushi stopped and brought up his plasma pistol. A single shot took the squig in its massive side. It wasn’t enough to kill it but it gave Reven the opening he needed to leap and send his chain sword through the left eye socket of the giant squig. Reven let go of the blade right after he set it on auto. He landed on his feet and rolled away to his side. The squig hopped around from foot to foot and bellowed in pain as the blade pulled itself further and further into its brain pan.
In mere seconds the blade had vanished through the squigs ocular cavity creating a geyser of grey matter. Reven didn’t move to retrieve the blade but ran on grabbing a piece of pipe as he did. Inushi holstered his gun and held onto Aquilum with both hands as he moved to follow.
Past two more piles they ran before they reached several rows of missile shell casings. Most were waist height and standing straight up. They provided no cover for the running marines and as they traversed the rows they saw thirty yards to their right a collapsing pile of sheet metal. Scampering across the flood of metal was Pyrox. On hands and feet more like an animal he grabbed and kicked himself forward trying to escape the landslide of heavy material. A dozen orks were trying to follow him but the shifting scraps made it difficult to maintain any kind of footing. Halfway between Inushi and Pyrox, Philosir strode between two unmoving heavily altered sentinel lifters. The sleek weapon was held by two of his servo arms above his head. In his real arms he still held the broken form of Shar-Drasha.
For a flickering instant Inushi was struck with a sense of hope as he saw his fellow astartes fleeing across the open rows of shell casings towards their exit. Philosir was providing covering fire to Pyrox as the Fire Angel struggled to stand and continue on his path. Reven was already across the plain of low cover and in a few more strides Inushi and Aquilum would be as well, but that lingering sense of hope was quickly destroyed as nearly every isle as far as Inushi could see released a flood of greenskins.
As Inushi broke into more substantial cover he couldn’t shake the mental image of the cascading wall of orks behind him. Aquilum fired at the tailing orks as Inushi chased down Reven. The lost feeling of hope churned in Inushi’s gut. As he ran on, a sense of calming confusion resonated in his soul. Sound dissipated and even the stench of orks and machinery dissolved from his senses. He was not afraid. Space marines had no fear, yet he was disturbed.
Inushi ran past scores of dead orks, smashed squigs, even a motionless sparking killa kan. Aquilum had smashed his storm bolter into a closing ork and pulled out Inushi’s plasma pistol as a replacement yet Inushi ran on. He ran on in a focused haze. He had lost all concept of the larger battle around him.
Only when he rounded a final bend did he come out of his trance. A deep chant pounded in his ears as he fully realized they were near the end of the gallery. Reven was ten feet ahead of him running towards a large ork nob. Several of the orks comrades were already bleeding out on the floor but Inushi came into view the moment the nob swung his giant axe in an upward arc. The swing was perfectly timed. Reven tried to skid to a halt but was moving too fast. He leaned back trying to soften the blow but the blade scraped across the top of his chest plate and bit into Revens yellow helmet as it passed upwards.
The Blood Angel fell backwards onto the floor. His pristine yellow helmet now had a deep gash across its left side. Blood had fountained out of the torn helm, the left optical unit was shattered.
As the ork repositioned his feet as he brought up his axe to confirm his kill. As the axe descended Reven rolled to his right. The force of the axe was enough to embed it deep into the metal floor. With several quick jabs Reven wounded the orks abdomen as he got up. He then stepped back long enough to remove his helmet. His face held a canyon shaped wound. Inushi couldn’t tell if any part of his eye remained under the already caked blood but he did know Reven was far from done.
The ork bellowed a cry and ran towards Reven. The Blood Angel tossed his broken helmet into the orks face, giving him the precious moments he needed to send his pointed hand into the orks throat. The tough greenskin managed to punch Reven once before they embraced in a tight hold. The ork tried to get in a few elbows and a knee but Reven muffled the blows and held out long enough until the ork succumbed to his wound.
Reven released his hold and the greenskin crumpled to the floor. Inushi met the one eyed gaze of Reven before looking over the Blood Angels shoulder. Not far away was the door that Philosir spoke of. Inushi nodded that direction and Reven moved towards it.
“What is that blasted chanting?” Aquilum said with disgust and a grunt of pain.
As the Blood Angel left, Inushi regarded the chanting that was still pounding in the air. It was a simple three beat chant repeated over and over. He couldn’t make out the words but all pursuit behind them had ceased.
“When did you last see the others” Reven asked while reaching the door and cranking the circular handle? The door heavy door slowly opened in towards the gallery.
Inushi shook his head in shock as he realized, he couldn’t recall anything after passing the rows of shell casings. Thankfully Aquilum spoke up, “I heard Philosir’s weapon discharge a few more times but I haven’t seen any one else.”
No verbal response came from Reven but Inushi got the impression the Blood Angel didn’t have any other information on the other marines. As the door finished opening up Reven stepped through plasma pistol first. A quiet whisper escaped the angels lips, “only an ork.”
Inushi adjusted his grip on Aquilum and stepped through the doors threshold. The sight on the other side made both marines pause. The giant hanger on the other side opened directly into space. An unseen force field protected them from being sucked into the void but that peril was over shadowed by the unbelievable craft perched on the deck of the hanger. In the center of the hanger filling the space between invisible field and giant red hanger door was an ork vessel like no other.
The majority of the ship was a giant rectangular engine. Inushi knew it was stripped from any number of Imperial vessels but typically an engine of that size was used to move vessels fifty times larger then what he was looking at. Underneath the massive engine was a pair of crew compartments straddling a gatling blaster. The six barreled cannon was typically wielded by titans and used to take out large masses of enemies. Currently the marines were staring at the front of the vessel.
Reven closed the door behind them and shot one of the hinges with his plasma in an attempted to slow down pursuers. Inushi headed towards the massive engine when a ramp lowered from the closest crew compartment.
“Welcome aboard the…….” The voice of Hunzuu paused over the vox before adding a chuckle, “Da Sped Bump”
Aquilum spat, “stupid orks.”
With all haste the three marines moved towards their new vessel. As they crossed the hanger the giant engine flared to life. The deck trembled from the might of the engine. Inushi wondered if the entire station could move from the power it could produce.
After passing a pair of bodies they reached the ramp and realized how little there was to the vessel other then the engine above them. The section under the cockpit was a single hall way to a cargo hold. An identical hall way was across from the gatling blaster had a cockpit to gun controls. A thin passage connected the two identical sections of the ship right over the stationary barrels of the gatling blaster.
Upon nearing the cockpit their voxes opened up. “Get the main door open. Immediately” Philosir spoke in an urgent monotone.
Reven knew something was said by Inushi’s body language. Hunzuu came out of the cockpit in a hurry. “Inushi man the gatling blaster. Reven with me.” He demanded as he ran past. Reven took off right behind him. Inushi set Aquilum down to let him hobble towards the cockpit. Then he too ran, except he took the side passage towards the gunnery chamber.
As he reached the gunnery chamber he sat at the left chair and scanned the myriad of buttons. The control panels were a wired mess most of which was painted brown. A single red button beckoned Inushi. With a fist he smashed it down and the entire cockpit came to life. Scanning around he saw a lone auspex attached to a lever in between his legs. A thick silver tape held it in place. A single switch was on the side and underneath was a large trigger. Inushi flipped the switch and he felt the secondary engine built into the gatling blaster begin its warm up sequence. A targeting array appeared on the window facing out. The auspex screen began to glow and it began to fill from left to right. A light purple number began to count down from 60. A side glance revealed the gatling blaster begin to rotate.
“death is warming up” Inushi thought to himself.
In front of the ship Reven and Hunzuu sprinted towards the wide hanger door. Each went to a different side looking for opening controls. Reven reached his first but realized the orks had reworked his panel to be useless. Hunzuu on the other hand flipped the only functional switch on his panel. The door slowly began its ascent up the wall. The two marines were thirty yards apart on opposite ends of the giant door.
With a glance the auspex read 49.
The red door rattled and creaked as it lifted up on its ancient tracks, but the sound fell on distracted ears. An over powering chant poured through the open door way. Despite being in an air tight chamber Inushi heard the chant as if someone next to him was shouting at him.
RIP-PER-SHINS
RIP-PER-SHINS
The auspex read 37.
The massive hanger door revealed a combat Inushi hadn’t expected to see. The bloodied form of Pyrox was battling a giant warboss in a semi circle of thousands of frenzied orks that cheered madly. As far as Inushi could see into the gallery, endless rows of watching orks drooled and shouted in excitement. Philosir had his back to the door and was slowly backing up. The tech marine was limping and had taken serious damage. One servo arm was being dragged across the hanger floor all of his other servo arms were missing. His sleek weapon was no where to be seen only the body of Shar-Drasha remained in Philosir’s hands. Hunzuu moved to follow the tech marine.
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Inushi concentrated on the battle before him. The warboss Pyrox fought was taller then any ork he had ever seen. His legs alone were as tall as Pyrox. The warboss also looked disproportional but as Pyrox deftly dived away from a sweeping kick Inushi could see why. The bottom two thirds of the ork was mechanical and Inushi understood the name all the orks chanted. Surrounding both of his calves and upper thighs were rings of whirling blades. The pattern they wove was overlapping and deadly. It was almost beautiful in its intricacies.
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Pyrox attempted to dive again from another downward stomp of the ork but the wide legs glanced the gray shoulder of the Fire Angel. He tumbled to the side near the orks as they cheered even louder.
“Only a few more seconds” Inushi spoke to himself. He watched the Fire Angel struggle to get up. Deep down inside Inushi knew he wasn’t faking. The warboss stomped over to the fallen marine and held out his hands, the crowd once again cheered in victory.
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A small panel in the floor opened up near the down ramp to the ship and a single red eye caught Inushi’s attention. The blank stare of a power klawed ork looked towards the open ramp. Philosir and Hunzuu were still backing up and unaware of the orks infiltration.
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Inushi instantly thought of the wounded Aquilum in the other half of the ship. His mind raced. The auspex chimed. He shouted into the vox a warning to Aquilum. For a millisecond he thought of racing to his aid. The warboss dropped a knee onto Pyrox as Inushi compressed the trigger on the back of the auspex.
The first round exited the gatling blaster and directly into the tall ork. The boss instantly turned into red mist as the round passed through. One of the whirling legs flew into the crowd eviscerating a handful of orks but Inushi was too late. Only the extremities of Pyrox remained twitching on the floor.
Four other rounds exited the gatling blaster into the crowd before the orks realized what was happening. Inushi yelled as he continued to spray the hordes of orks with gatling fire. Every round killed scores of orks but in their battle lust they charged through the open door towards the ship. A thirty yard wide carpet of greenskins now faced Inushi and his gatling blaster.
The auspex twitched with every explosion from the blaster. Inushi felt the power at his control but the massive shells were designed for use against columns of vehicles, it was not a precision instrument. He fired into the front ranks trying to cover Reven as he retreated but Inushi could only yell as waves of ork fire hit the red armored Blood Angel. Reven staggered as rounds passed through him. He valiantly turned to unleash one last volley of plasma into the throngs of orks but took a dozen rounds as he did. The ancient Blood Angel fell to the floor and was soon lost under a wave of greenskins.
To Inushi’s right Philosir was running up the ramp when Hunzuu took several shots to the back. He tumbled onto the ramp but pulled himself inside as the door began to close. Inushi continued to fire. As orks poured fire into the boarding ramp. Gatling round after round passed through ranks of orks creating trenches of mists and gore, but within seconds the endless swarm filled the gap and continued forward.
Seconds later the ships engine flared and “Da Sped Bump” began to leave the deck. Quick foot steps behind Inushi reminded him of the greenskin on board. Spinning off the seat Inushi turned to see the power klawed ork. The ork stopped three steps away from Inushi as if he wanted to speak but instead he met Inushis gaze. No words needed to be exchanged. The orks powerklaw, the Nutsplitta, dripped with blood. Aquilum’s blood. The orks hatchet had flecks of pink paint on it.
Neither combatant blinked or moved. Inushi could feel the ship turning and then picking up speed as the engine above them shook the entire vessel. The light of the hanger was soon replaced with darkness as they passed the barrier into space, only the dim lights of the cockpit illuminated the pair. They measured each other up for what seemed an eternity but when the ork moved Inushi moved to meet him. Inushi didn’t have his combat knife any more and the cockpit didn’t give him enough room for katana usage so he engaged bare handed.
A chop of the hatchet was disarmed by a preemptive jab to the forearm. A gut shot with the klaw was deflected by an elbow. A mantis warrior head butt was softened by a perfect weave. The powerklaw came in again but Inushi grabbed the casing of the klaw with both hands. He was then unable to avoid the followed three punches from the orks off hand but in the meantime he tore off the hydrolic lines of the klaw disabling the klaw from further function.
The two separated from each other when quick foot falls could be heard coming from behind the cockpit. Inushi didn’t know who was approaching but the ork knew he was running out of time. In a flurry of aggressive swings the ork moved in pushing Inushi back towards the gunnery chairs. Two successful blocks turned into an unsuccessful grapple and Inushi soon found himself on the floor. The ork pinned him down and had him in a lock, his arms rapped around his head. Only his armor protected him from the ork as the greenskin grunted and strained to try and remove Inushi’s head. His neck tightened against the strain from the muscular ork.
CRACK
A single shot pierced the cabins struggle. Inushi collapsed to the floor as the headless ork released its grip and fell to its side. Inushi took several deep breathes and gathered himself before he shook his head to look up. He hoped to see Aquilum’s wide grin but only saw the black and purple helmet of Hunzuu looking back at him. With a cold nod he turned and headed back the way he came. Inushi collapsed back to the floor.
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Thanks Git. It was a lot of fun to write. I'm glad I made it into one big post as well. In this case I think it worked better then splitting it into small chunks.
Did you like Rippershins? I thought he was a cool idea. I almost wanted to get him involved sooner but it didn't really fit in.
Oh man, more marines going the way of the Dodo. All however, died following a good fight so its for a good thing. It was all very quick but how many marines made it out, I gather about 3 possible 4 including the Techmarine? very brutal and I actually felt myself hoping more would make it.
You're a brutal writer and I love it!
Any spoilers on how you intend to introduce new characters?
Also, personal opinion talking now, I think it could be pretty cool to have a picture of the marines you've written about on the front page with a quick this is who they are, this is how they died having the dead ones with a red KIA next to the name (I had this thought on the running machine today, so I blame endorphins on this one)
IceAngel wrote:I must say Knightley, I am very envious of your squiggle ability. I mean, if squiggles were a tactical squad, you'd be the sergeant. If squiggles were an HQ, you'd be the special character. If squiggles were a way of life, you'd be Doctor Phil...
Knightley wrote:Oh man, more marines going the way of the Dodo. All however, died following a good fight so its for a good thing. It was all very quick but how many marines made it out, I gather about 3 possible 4 including the Techmarine? very brutal and I actually felt myself hoping more would make it.
You're a brutal writer and I love it!
Any spoilers on how you intend to introduce new characters?
Also, personal opinion talking now, I think it could be pretty cool to have a picture of the marines you've written about on the front page with a quick this is who they are, this is how they died having the dead ones with a red KIA next to the name (I had this thought on the running machine today, so I blame endorphins on this one)
Knightley you make me laugh. Unfortunately I'm not going to answer any of your questions, lol. I don't like spoilers. I do like the idea of putting up a picture on the front page. I wouldn't do the KIA part but I can place a picture depicting the marines involved with the story. If I put up a picture with KIA's on it, it would spoil it for new readers.
btw, i updated my very first post to include a picture. Let me know what you think. This weekend I may replace the pictures up there with a new one.
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The picture idea is cool eh? What about next level pictures? where you have singular shots below or next to the name on who's who list? just so you can really identify with the character?
I eagerly await your next installment!
IceAngel wrote:I must say Knightley, I am very envious of your squiggle ability. I mean, if squiggles were a tactical squad, you'd be the sergeant. If squiggles were an HQ, you'd be the special character. If squiggles were a way of life, you'd be Doctor Phil...
1-i wrote:Like the addition of the pic, nice to see the guys in the frigid enviroment.
BTW did I ever give you a name for the marine I swaped you or his chapter identity?
And just for the fun of it, isnt it freaky how little snow we got in the region this year?
Hang on........ Here it is. Brother Bonamir from Chapter: Dirt Marines, wields a plasmagun and lightning claw. That's all you gave me. Still time to adjust and rename if you'd like.
Gitsplitta wrote:I liked Ripper Shins. Perfect that he was saved for the climax.
Good. I'm glad you liked.
Knightley wrote:I knew it was worth a shot with the spoiler
The picture idea is cool eh? What about next level pictures? where you have singular shots below or next to the name on who's who list? just so you can really identify with the character?
I eagerly await your next installment!
hmmm, I will think about that one.
The next person that reads this please post a reply so I can then add more story. If I do it now it will auto edit and that's annoying. Thanks ahead of time!
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IceAngel wrote:I must say Knightley, I am very envious of your squiggle ability. I mean, if squiggles were a tactical squad, you'd be the sergeant. If squiggles were an HQ, you'd be the special character. If squiggles were a way of life, you'd be Doctor Phil...
Inushi sat cross legged on the floor of the gunnery cock pit with his back to the gatling control seat. The ork vessel was out of weapons range of the station before the orks had scrambled a single fighter yet Inushi stayed close to the gatling blasters controls. They were being pursued but were not in immediate danger, according to Philosir the ship was faster then any others in the system.
As Inushi sat, his battle endorphins and combat stims slowly wore off. His body was beginning to feel the dull aches of battle as he meditated on the floor. Muscles trembled and tensed before allowing Inushi any sort of release. He had survived the ordeal on the station mainly unscathed but the loss of his fellow astartes throbbed in his head.
While sitting on the floor, letting his body unwind, he mentally revisited the mission. It replayed as a torrent of images meanwhile words from his unit floated through the timeline of the mission. The leap through space, the ladder climbing, hiding in the darkness, then the fighting began. “Amuse the Emperor” Aquilum had said. The loss of Shar-Drasha and the surprise Inushi felt led his mind to the bizarre weapon Philosir had used. “using xenos technology” the voice of Pyrox added. A single red eye. The running, the elevator, the explosion, images slowed before him as the form of Philosir stepped away. Inushi didn’t hear Philosir’s voice but he saw the sorrow at the loss of his creation. Running, stairs, gun fire, the form of Aquilum collapsing to the floor “Amuse the Emperor.” The image of Aquilum collapsing replayed in his thoughts, the sound of gun fire echoed in his head. The gunfire began to evolve, it deepened and sped up, and soon Inushi was reliving the last moments of their escape. The firing of the gatling blaster, he could hear the auspex beep and feel the vibrations in his hands. The image of Pyrox being eviscerated flashed before him. Reven been torn to shreds by bullet fire soon followed. A single red eye once again lingered in his thoughts.
Inushi took a deep breath, filling his lungs with recycled air. He opened his eyes and looked over at the dead ork next to him. The ork that killed Aquilum was now a headless pile of flesh. Inushi thought about how he’d nearly lost his own life to the greenskin yet Aquilum had intervened. A distant voice made him blink several times. He looked down to his helm he hadn’t recalled removing. He placed it back on his head.
“Inushi, come join us in the cabin.” The voice of Hunzuu asked through the vox.
A simple vox click let the Ice Angels know he was en route. With another pause he got off the cabin floor.
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Nice passage, I have to wonder if Marines can suffer PTSD in some form? It wouldn't be the same as our PTSD but I wonder if they could be affected?
IceAngel wrote:I must say Knightley, I am very envious of your squiggle ability. I mean, if squiggles were a tactical squad, you'd be the sergeant. If squiggles were an HQ, you'd be the special character. If squiggles were a way of life, you'd be Doctor Phil...
I was quietly impressed at your brutal smackdown of several Marines in a single installment, Ice. Makes a refreshing change from the usual 'Me Marine kill all huhhh' fluff syndrome.
The moment you mentioned that glimpse of Ol' Red Eye earlier I thought we might be seeing him do something nasty.
Interesting thought about combat trauma. Marines are still men, I guess it would just take extreme circumstances to effect them. When I read the latest section I interpret this as Inushi being rather self critical. Maybe just me
Inushi is certainly introspective, and the reason he's here at all is his relative youth combined with the fact that he does not always maintain control over his emotions or his mouth... Though he is learning. Given that background... inushi is likely to have feelings of guilt or self-recrimination at the loss of his squad mates, even if it is mot he that is giving the orders.
Well done Ice.
Anvildude: "Honestly, it's kinda refreshing to see an Ork vehicle that doesn't look like a rainbow threw up on it."
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