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I've read through the entire thread and its been awesome.

I thinks its the Fists that are coming, but who they side with...I have no idea.

GundamMerc wrote:Actually, wouldn't most traitor ships be in fact standard design, seeing as they are taken with the traitors when they betray the imperium?

AH, but the Imperium then wiped the designs of the traitor ships, fearing that the design was heretical. Go Go Rampant Tech-Superstition! ^^

What about traitor astartes are those Thousands Sons and Magnus arriving to help Creed and loyal Adeptus Mechanicus.

IvanTih wrote:What about traitor astartes are those Thousands Sons and Magnus arriving to help Creed and loyal Adeptus Mechanicus.

And the Alpha Legion may be involved too, as they are now loyalists.

Where are my Wolves? Where is Cypher? Where are Helbrecht and his crusaders? Where is mighty Lord Macragge?

Hey, what if the supposed traitor marines are... traitor marines?? Possibly summoned by Cherubael?

Maybe they`re traitor Ultramarines

nice idea but ive heard of better rebirths. and what happened to isha? isn't she still imprisoned by nurgle?

The Second Seige of Terra
Part Six: Unexpected Developments


Private Tih was the first to fall.

The Monstrous Crow-Lord had launched himself bodily at the 642, screaming in a myriad of voices that spanned every emotion and dialect the Kasrkin had ever encountered. They had fallen back in short order, spreading in a web like fire pattern, denying the enemy range and unloading shot after shot into the monstrous cloaked beast. The creature staggered under the hail of fire, but still came at them, its wounds healing and suturing quicker than they were made. Mocking laughter and lights filled the air, and every step the monster took summoned parasites and sinister weeds from the marble floor. The corridor became a kill zone, as the Kasrkin maintained a level of fire that would make even the blessed Astartes balk. But while falling back, Tih bumped slightly into a marble bust of the Primarch Rogal Dorn and he hesitated for a second as he got his bearings back.

A second was all the Crow-Lord needed.

The Beast seized Tih in his vast claw and lifted him into the air. Tih unloaded his Hellgun one-handed into the daemon, the shots tearing shards of cloth, chain and immaterial flame from the creature. The Crow-Lord screamed at the soldier before turning his spiteful gaze at his comrades.

“See now your fates, and the fates of all, and the fates of none man-things”

Tih screamed as his body suddenly erupted in neon flames, burning every colour under the sun and some that should never be seen by mortal eyes. Sergeant Grieves bellowed to Uhuine to open fire, before a scar of white-hot liquid fired from the muzzle of his Melta. The beam smashed into the Crow-Lords shoulder, loosening his grip on the burning body of Tih. The creature took a step back, it’s robes smouldering from the Melta impact, and the burned corpse of the former Kasrkin exploded into crystalline dust as it impacted the marble floor. His comrades doubled their fire, crouching at the entrance, pushing over marble busts and altars to form makeshift cover and fire holes. The noise of gunfire was staggering in its intensity, but still the Crow-Lord stood against it, like an ancient cliff facing the storms and seas. The Beast raised its staff in the air and fixed its slitted eyes on the human that had scarred it.

“So keen to leave this coil are we, it is all change, all change, all change”

There was deep boom, barely heard on a human level, but Uhuine seized his ears and fell to the floor, vomit and blood seeping from the grill of his re-breather. Vent ceased firing and ran to the stricken man, wrapping his right arm around Uhuine to shield him as he worked frantically to yank the soldier’s helmet off. “Don’t worry” he yelled over the cacophony, “I’ve got you Uhuine, I’ve got you”

“He has changed, yes he has…you will not like what you find”

Vent pulled the breather of Uhuine’s face and instantly started to scream. Uhuine’s face had liquefied and moulded into shapeless mass dotted with holes, and despite his lack of a mouth, he was still crying and moaning for death. Suddenly his face erupted over Vent, and a horde of vermin poured over the Kasrkin medic. Spiders, insects, scorpions, rats, worms and maggots poured in horrific number from the stricken mans face onto his comrade and Vent slapped at his body in vain. He screamed and screamed, and his scream was met by the Vermin as every one of the vile creatures had Private Uhuine’s face. They started to bite and gnaw and consume Vent in a cannibalistic roar.

Sergeant Grieves stopped firing for an instant at the Crow-Lord and turned his aim toward Vent and Uhuine. “Emperor save you boys…” he whispered as he planted two neat shots into each of their heads, ending their suffering. The vermin cried in lament and burst into twinkling Starfire, adding to the riot of colour and sound that had descended on the chamber. Grieves realised they could not win with their guns, they needed heavier fire power, the needed to really hurt the daemon. He bellowed to Buseer and Candroth “Launchers, high shots, Light him Up!”

In a motion quite beyond the abilities of most human beings, both the Kasrkin ceased fire. They both moved in an intense symmetry, unclipping the fire-cover from the front of their launchers, loading the wrack that hung below the Hellguns power cables, and popped open the Iron sights that allowed them to calculate the range of their foes. Both then aimed high and fired. Both the launchers made a deep popping noise, and two small twinkling projectiles flew from the weapons into the hood of the beast, trailing thick heavy smoke and exhaust. There was an explosion of light and noise as the grenades impacted, and the constant noise of the monster grew shrill and panicked. The Kasrkin fired again, and again, and again until the end of the corridor was thick with smoke and detritus. The noise had stopped. The Kasrkin stood aiming into the smoke, all breathes held in case of the worse.

Grieves rose slowly and began to move with careful precision toward the dust-loaded corridor. Candroth and Child looked uneasily to and from the Sergeant and their gun sights, whilst Buseer and Chiasson both whispered prayers to the Emperor under their breath. Grieves gestured with his right hand for Kay and Waitout to back him, and both of the Veterans stood slowly and paced equally behind their commander. Grieves now stood directly at the edge of the destruction, smoke and dust still heavy in the air, gripping his weapon till his palms stung. He reached to the side of his helmet and clicked a small switch built into its side. His vision blurred slightly as his visor switched to a new vision mode, picking up heat blooms in the detritus. He scanned left to right and whilst the corridor was a riot of heat and light, he could not make out the abomination that had been there moments ago. His grip eased slightly, and he reached to switch off his visor when a blackened shape entered his view.

Sergeant Grieves flew backwards like a comet as a long staff of black Iron smashed into his chest. He sailed through the air, over the heads of his team and landed with a sickening thud on the marble behind them, his leg twisting under him and his rifle sliding several feet from where he landed. The 642 stared aghast at his broken form, then spun quickly as hideous laughter issued from the dust.

“Oh very good, very good my children. But you cannot halt change, you cannot even comprehend it!”

The dust cloud sucked inward and darkened, and began to resolve itself into a corporeal form. Vast black wings shot from its back with a sickening crack, and chains began to drop with a heavy clang onto the floor, leaving cracks and blue flame where they struck. The Crow-Lord stepped from the dust, its cloak burning and rent from where the grenades had impacted. Multi-coloured liquid boiled form its wounds and dribbled on the floor, and where it struck small pink and blue monstrosities crawled from the floor, dancing in a hyperactive whirl around their creator before dying in a explosion of dust and colour. The Crow-Lord stalked toward the 642, laughing as it went. The Kasrkin stood transfixed by the monster, unable to move their limbs or raise their weapons. It stood to its full height, and raised its staff once more.

“You have some sport in you I see, well that’s sure to change, oh yes! Very well, gaze upon the face of the future never to be and the Past that never was. Gaze at the face of fate”

The monsters talons seized its hood and flung it from its head. There was a collective gasp from the Kasrkin at the monsters face, with Private Child ripping off his helmet to throw up on the floor. The monsters face was bird-like in appearance, only warped and twisted to a grotesque size. Its beak was gnarled and cracked, with long serrated fangs poking in every direction from within its throat. Feathers and spines issued randomly from its head, and ticks and beetles could be seen crawling through its foliage. But its eyes where what made it terrifying, for it wasn’t that it had eyes, but clusters of eyes, within clusters of eyes, bundled together like warts within the deep slits of its eyelids. The creature bellowed once more, gas and fire issuing from its gullet.

“Now you have seen your destroyer, let us see if you idiot monkeys can deny your fate”

As one the 642 fired again, their malaise suddenly vanishing as quickly as it had set on. Hellgun blasts coupled with grenades shot through the air into the Crow-Lord, which sang a song of ruination and rending as it swung its staff in a wide, smoke-choked arc. Kay and Waitout were the next to die, the staff passing clean through them, severing them both clean in half through their chests. Blood and gore burst from them, soaking the floor and marble around them a shocking crimson, and flowing in obscene amounts around the feet of the beast. It raised its talon to form a gnarled grip, and crimson lightning scorched from its hand into the 642. Hey leapt to cover, most of the red tips missing their mark, but a spark of it caught Buseer on his leg and the soldier fell screaming. There was a sickening wet crack as his leg twisted and cracked and formed into a malevolent worm-like creature. His foot erupted and splayed, revealing a wet maw full of serrated teeth and eyes, and his former limb turned with sickening speed and began consuming its owners chest. Buseer let out a wet cry before the leg-thing ripped out his throat, killing him and itself.

To the 642’s credit, they did not fall apart in the face of their adversary, as their fellows died about them, the continued to press the assault on the daemon. Candroth had run out of grenades on her launcher, and had switched to over charging her shots on her Hellgun. This was a notoriously dangerous thing to do as the power-pack of a Hellgun could freeze up making the weapon useless or at worse explode. But the shots were taking their toll on the beast, its wounds no longer healing and its pace slowing slightly. Chiasson and Child had switched to their launchers, and were firing a steady stream into the beast and the surrounding area as they fell back toward the prone form of the commander. The Crow-Lord stalked toward them, eldritch light and fire playing around its claws, clucking laughter surrounding it like a cruel wind. It crowed victoriously over the stricken 642.

“See now man-things. See how I unmake you. See how small you are, in the grand design of the Architects schemes.”

But then something occurred that the Crow-Lord and the 642 did not expect. The Crow-Lord stopped in tracks and suddenly stared upward, Hellgun shots and grenades streaking around it. The 642 at first thought it was looking at the vaulted ceiling, but the creature stared through the corridor, through the palace, past the atmosphere and into space itself. A deep growl emanated from its throat, and its eyes scanned left to right as if looking for something. Candroth and Chiasson knelt next to their commander as Child hovered protectively over them, his Hellgun still amied at the distracted Crow-Lord.Sergeant Grieves shakily raised himself into a kneeling position. Chiasson helped his commander stand but recoiled when he saw the mangled remains of Grieves’ left leg. “Sar, are you…are you fit to…”. Grieves turned harshly on the Private and cut him off, “Stop your whining son. It’s just a leg, the God-Emperor saw fit to grace me with two.” Candroth, helped steady the Sergeant, “Sar! We can’t beat it, the guns just slow it down. What are your orders?”

Sergeant Grieves closed his eyes. He had served the Guard for a long, long time, the Emperor for even longer. He had seen wonders and horrors in the galaxy the likes that would drive normal men to delirium. He still woke at night from nightmares of xenos horrors, daemons and armoured giants. And although he was only fifty Terran years old, he felt double, triple that age. He sighed, perhaps it was time to go join the great parade in the skies next to the Emperor. He opened his eyes, and fixed them on his remaining teammates. The 642 were startled, as a strange pale glow seemed to suffuse his gaze. “You complete the mission, you understand?”. Both Candroth and Chiasson nodded, and the Sergeant lifted his kit-bag and limped heavily toward the towering form of the Crow-Lord.

It stood transfixed, as if in communion with something or someone. The flora and creatures that had sprouted in its presence had faded into ash and the daemon ignored the approaching figure of the Kasrkin Sergeant. It growled, barring its fangs at whomever it was staring toward and hissed “You are too late, you cannot help them. The plan is already in motion. You cannot…”

Candroth’s eyes widened in horror as her commander approached the Crow-Lord. He stopped a few paces in front of it, and pulled something black and blocky from his kit bag. “Oh Gakking Hell!” blurted Chiasson “Run!!!”. The Kasrkin turned and bolted for the previous rooms, their boots hammering a staccato beat on the marble floors. Their chests hiked in panic and stress and Child yelled “Don’t look back, just keep going. Don’t look back”

The Crow-Lord returned its attention to the corridor and seemed unsurprised that the Kasrkin were in flight. What did surprise him (and the fact he was surprised, surprised him further) was the human standing before him, a look of righteous fury in its eyes and a black metallic box in its hands, with a blinking red light. It hissed “You cannot stop the plan!”

Grieves smirked at his foe, and said calmly and without regret, “Wanna bet?” as he pushed the detonator switch on the Void Charge. The Crow-Lord bellowed as it lunged for the Sergeant who simply opened his arms to accept his Emperor’s judgement.

The Mechanicum had designed the Void Charge as an anti-Gellar device, creating a microscopic sub-space anomaly that destroyed its target utterly before removing it from this plane into the Warp. The device was rarely used, as even the relatively tiny size of the anomaly could have disastrous effects on the area surrounding the target, and was notoriously difficult to manufacture. Several of the ships in orbit over Terra detected the explosion, and even the duelling Titans ceased their hostilities to gaze briefly at the Crimson mushroom Cloud that sprung from the palace. It raised high, purple light and streaks of electric power tearing across its form, huge chunks of masonry and debris flying across its broad range. Then, just as quickly as it rose, it hastily sucked back in upon itself and vanished utterly, taking the Crow-Lord, Grieves and several miles of the palace’s corridors with it.

Chiasson picked himself up from the rubble, and helped Candroth to her feet. They scanned the rubble for Child, who stood shakily and coughed dust from his rebreather. They were all covered in thick dust, and blood coated their clothes from were rocks had impacted upon them. The mile of corridors they had run through moments ago where gone, as was the ceiling and huge swathes of the floor. Sunlight poured in through the circular rent, and smoke seeped from the rubble. The scene was as devastating as it was serene, the cries of the Greater Daemon finally silenced. Chiasson looked at his kit-bag, realising the horrible power they had been entrusted with, while Child sweared an oath to the Emperor under his breath. Candroth wiped a dusty tear from her eye, and turned to face her comrades. They nodded to each other, picked up their rifles and headed back down the corridors. They had a mission to complete; the 642’s sacrifice would not be in vain.

Why did I die first?

There are no words left to praise you....



So utterly EPIC

AWESOME!

I liked how you done most of the story in bullet points, like its some kind of report. Though Im enjoying the seige made into a story. Maybe a quick update on whats going on with the two Vulkan He'stans. Its been forty five years since Vulkan found Vulkan they must be nearing Nocturne now.

Manchu wrote:Where are my Wolves? Where is Cypher? Where are Helbrecht and his crusaders? Where is mighty Lord Macragge?

Yay ^^ Manchu's reading again! The wolves are inbound to the New Imperium based in the Calth system, with Lord Macragge having gone a bit loopy with power. The Templars are enroute back to what was Imperial Space, now at peace with themselves and on a search for what they think is the newborn Emperor. Helps if you read the previous posts old bean :p j/k

fallen_wolfborn wrote:nice idea but ive heard of better rebirths. and what happened to isha? isn't she still imprisoned by nurgle?

I haven't actually mentioned anyones 'rebirth' throughout this whole thing, so to as what you are eluding to I have no idea. As for 'better' stories, yes there are better, but I doubt that any 'post-Emperor' stories are as this well developed. If you would like to point me to them, I'd gladly have a look provided of course your not talking about your own writing or just trolling :p lol

As for Isha, yup, still with Nurgle. The Death of the Big E, I imagine is unlikely to fix that situation. In fact, as Nurgle has become stronger after the Big E's death, she is probably having a much worse time about it!

What do the Scanners Say about this Threads Epicness Level?

Its over 9000!!

Absolutely fantastic scene there once again!

It's over 9000!!! Impossible!

Masterful writing Seanron I am loving this its coming to a dramatic head no doubt...wish I could write like this instead of hitting a block ahhhhhh well lol.

Dark Lord Seanron wrote:

GundamMerc wrote:Actually, wouldn't most traitor ships be in fact standard design, seeing as they are taken with the traitors when they betray the imperium?

AH, but the Imperium then wiped the designs of the traitor ships, fearing that the design was heretical. Go Go Rampant Tech-Superstition! ^^

i think that, yes the imperium would wipe the blueprint designs for the ships, but i have read numerous BL books that would suggest that the imperium has kept information, like their radar signature or some such, with a record of every imperial ship ever built, so that unless it was freshly manufactured in the warp, the loyal folks in the imperium have a way of IDing all ships they come into contact with. Which, i think is more what GundamMerc was referring to



But yeah, not to beat a dead horse Seanron, but your writing here is brilliant. cant wait for more!

IvanTih wrote:Why did I die first?

So that I could live, of course. (:

Fear not, if I live through this every soul's name will be said in prayer to speed them to the Emperor...

I've been a huge fan of your work since it started, and I have to say, bravo. The Second Siege of Terra is more than publishable, and you should go for it.

Dark Lord Seanron wrote:Yay ^^ Manchu's reading again! The wolves are inbound to the New Imperium based in the Calth system, with Lord Macragge having gone a bit loopy with power. The Templars are enroute back to what was Imperial Space, now at peace with themselves and on a search for what they think is the newborn Emperor. Helps if you read the previous posts old bean :p j/k

I never stopped reading. Last I remember, Russ was chatting with some refugees about Guilliman (I think?) before heading to Calth but this was pages and pages ago, hence my questions--what are these factions up to in relation to the battles on Terra? I know we're very intensely focusing on this Siege but I think a cut to some other action is about due. I'm eager for an explanation of Guilliman's behavior as it's rather inexplicable given that he was in control of the entire Imperium before and willingly gave it up.

Nice addition seanron, TBH I can't wait until you get started with the epic(I assume it shall be so)clash between the Wolves and Ultramarines.

The Lord of Change`s magic was the most amazing; macaber, imaginative and really scary
Keep it up, please!!

hmm... Atleast I died well-ish... Not that I enjoy the idea of my face melting and rats pouring out've my eye sockets only to eat my flesh... Totaly worth it.

Probable final thoughts: "FOR THE EMPEROR!!! What the feth is that scratching noise?"

The Lord of Change`s magic was the most amazing; macaber, imaginative and really scary
Keep it up, please!!

I second my fellow Norwegian!

Where are the Blood angels!

Gahhhh, time to continue to yell EPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC

I loved the whole thing with the 642 and everything...gahhhhh *HEAD EXPLODES* Any chance you need a Colonel in your story

Nuruhuine wrote:hmm... Atleast I died well-ish... Not that I enjoy the idea of my face melting and rats pouring out've my eye sockets only to eat my flesh... Totaly worth it.

Probable final thoughts: "FOR THE EMPEROR!!! What the feth is that scratching noise?"

My character died quickly while your was suffering?

Kveldulv wrote:Hey, what if the supposed traitor marines are... traitor marines?? Possibly summoned by Cherubael?

On the back of this comment and others like it:

Is this story a complete work of your own art (and i don't use the term loosely) or is there an influence on the story line from what the poster's are saying, outwith names etc.

BTW loving this - I can see someone starting a post "second" heresy army on the back of this thread alone!

Once again I say MORE!

And before any one adds to this I'll say, "Please sir. Can I have more?"

Wow!!!! I knew I was gona die but it was even more creative than I thought it could've been!!!! Nuruhuine face bugs ate me and I was shot so I would be outa my misery!

Simply WOWED!

keep it up and.....Have this stretch onto into the annals of 40k history where all will know the name of Dark Lord Seanron and the epicness of this post!!!!!!!!!!!

BTW, this made my day Lord of Battles. Thank you very much for that. Sorry if this is off topic, just wanted to bring this to anyones attention as I had just stumbled on this myself. Once again, thank you very much.


A young blood claw of the Space Wolves is captured by the Chaos forces, but they have already sacrificed every imperial guard they needed to, so they decide to laugh a little. They tell him that if he success over three trials, he will be free to go.
The first trial consists on drinking a whole barrel of denatured alcohol, but they dont know that the young one is a Fenrisian, where they piss far away from the bonfires cause its flammable. He down it in one and asks for another one. Finally, he burps and asks for the other two trials.
The Chaos Champion, a little pissed off says...
-"In the next trial, you will have to kill with your bare hands a Carnifex that lives in that cave, and in the last one, you will have to make love to a Sister of Battle maiden till she faints."-
They took the blood claw to the cave. Some minutes after he dissapears into the darkness, some horrible screams start coming out from there. Finally, they stop. Everybody in front of the cave think the space wolf is dead when suddenly, the bloodcurdling howls start again even louder and then stop. Its like this for some time, with so terribly louder noises, that some of the heretics had to pass a morale check for avoid fleeing.
Finally the Space Wolf appears, puffs, and says...
-"For Russ! it was hard to make it faint... Now, where the hell is that maiden i have to kill with my bare hands?"-(Thanks to Darius)