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Gotta love the anticipation of a good battle eh?

I knew it. Space marines are death machines that can talk. You don't "go to dinner" with a space marine, especially when allied with an enemy.

Would you guys prefer the next few posts as one big complete masterpiece or a handful of minimasters? Smaller ones would post more often of course.

I think I would be ok with waiting for the mega master

Thank you for responding Master Azalle. Any one else have any comments?

I'll second the vote for the mega post.
Slaughtering the traitors and heretics should happen all at once!


This is getting awesome, Ice. Way awesome ^^

When the shuttle finally broke the void barrier Razzik stood slightly ahead of Bel Baraxati and Hunzuu. They watched the shuttle slowly hover through the hanger. The brightly lit chamber was a bustle of activity as repairs continued and cargo was constantly unloaded and reloaded. Banks of turrets within the hanger sat inert, only a handful tracked the shuttle's lazy trip.

After several minutes the ship gently settled on the decking before the three marines. It powered down and sat low on its hydraulic legs. A side hatch hissed as the armored door slid down to form its own stairs. When the first person stepped out onto the stairs a solid clang echoed from behind Razzik and his two companions. Twenty members of naval security slapped their lasguns to attention.

Boolosh was the first to exit the shuttle. Behind him came Sybly Quip, Sithri, and thirteen others. As Sybyl approached, her retinue spread out behind her, only Sithri and Boolosh stood by her side. Razzik passed his gaze over each person as they stopped to take in their surroundings. Sithri along with four others kept their gazes forward. He could see the tension and alertness of experience in their stances while Boolosh and the other guards seemed distracted with the grandeur of the hanger they stood in.

Razzik smiled, “welcome to the Herald of Sanguinius. Is Captain Quip joining us?” he asked as he looked back to the shuttle.

Sybyl grinned. Razzik could see her father in that sly look, “Captain Quip decided it would be wise to stay on the Benevolent Aberration. The crew gets rather restless when surrounded by Imperial warships. He did however send his regards and hopes your wounded marines have fully recovered.”

Something in Razzik’s mind told him that wasn’t entirely the truth but he decided not to dwell on that. Instead he gave a simple nod in thanks before introducing Bel Baraxati and Hunzuu. Sybyl then introduced each member of her retinue.

* * * * * * *

Captain Fybblywhyp stared at the holographic image of his ship surrounded by Ice Angel vessels. The inner ring of warships were all larger then his own. The second ring of warships were all larger then his own. He shook his head trying to take his mind off of the predicament he was in. He rubbed his red hair and tried to find someone to blame other then himself but when that failed he slowly exhaled and walked over to the cabinet that contained his spirits.

After retrieving his drink he sat in his quarters, alone. He stared at his old desk. He flicked his finger in the air to shuffle through the long list of files he kept in his personal record, minutes past before he found himself staring at old pictures of himself. He opened images of his first shuttle, the Star Duster. He couldn’t help but smile as he thought back on that pile of junk he flew for the first year after leaving the Imperium.

A message icon flashed in a separate holographic display. With his left hand he reached out to the hovering icon. The icon dissipated into a short phrase from Vard.

“Power surge from the Herald of Sanguinius.”

“So it begins,” he whispered to himself. He closed out the message and took a swig of his drink. He sloshed it in his mouth, savoring the subtle sweetness of the drink.

* * * * * * * * * *

Raucous laughter erupted within the room. Boolosh retrieved his drink and clinked his glass with Razzik’s before taking a large gulp.

“I was unaware my peril brought you so much enjoyment Boolosh,” Razzik said as the laughing died down.

“Oh Razzif, it wasn’t the peril that brought my joy. It was that fish suit kicking the murderous eldar into the portal that did.” Boolosh chuckled again before having another sip.

A quiet chime echoed throughout the room. The main doors swung open as a gray robed marine stepped inside. Razzik tried to hide his disdain as Nefas entered the room. A complex burgundy stitching lined the base of his robe and sleeves. Around his neck a red gem sat in a silver chain. The gaunt marine looked almost ill compared to the chiseled Ice Angels already in the room.

Nefas strode through the dinner party directly to Razzik. Sybyl and Boolosh both watched him approach.

“Greetings honored guests, I am Nefas Sennafim.” he held out a ghostly pale hand to Sybyl. “You must be Sybyl Quip.”

She gave a pleasant smile before accepting his hand, “I am indeed,“ she responded, “you were one of the marines with Captain Razzik, correct?”

Razzik watched the slight look of confusion slide off of Sybyl’s face as she conversed with Nefas. He looked past Nefas to see Hunzuu by several of Sybyl’s guards. The two marines met eyes. Hunzuu responded with a slight head shake. The unspoken question as to why Nefas was here was agitating.

“It is true and that is why I am here. I wanted to personally thank you for carrying us across the void.”

A second chime tolled throughout the room. A well groomed naval officer entered the room. He cleared his throat and paused as everyone stopped to look in his direction. “Honored guests and Honored marines, please take your seat, the feast is about to begin,” he said with a bow.

A pair of back doors opened up to reveal several naval staff entering the room. Behind them a train of servitors came pushing carts of steaming meats and covered dishes. Razzik glared at Nefas once again as people shuffled over to their seats along the lone table in the room.

He approached close to Nefas and spoke in an almost subvocal tone that only another astartes would be able to hear. “Why are you here Nefas?” he growled.

Nefas responded with a nonchalant look, “I wanted to see if she was worthy,” he hissed louder then Razzik would have preferred.

Razzik narrowed his eyes, “are you questioning my decision as to how”

“MY ship is run?” Nefas interrupted. “Don’t forget Razzik, the Aberration is to be my vessel and you will be working for me.” He let the quiet hissing settle in before returning to his crooked smile. He then waived over to the table. Razzik noticed Hunzuu and Bel Baraxati closely watching them both.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Alarms chimed, broken reports were sent in, cries for help fell on deaf ears. Fybblywhyp watched as the Ice Angels passed through his ship from his captain’s quarters. He didn’t know how they got on board but one minute his hanger was empty, the next minute wave after wave of marines were invading his ship.

He watched them pass from one drone cam to the next. They spread through his ship like liquid violence, quietly jogging and killing everything in their path. He knew it would only take them a few minutes to control every major system on his ship.

With blade and pistol they pounced on his crew, his family. Men, women, aliens, and drones he had spent years with. They were all being systematically eradicated. “I’m clearly in shock,” he told himself as the complete lack of emotion sank in like a paper weight on his soul.

Fybblywhyp looked at the pistols at his hip. He removed them and sat back at his desk. He watched a Tau fire warrior unit get rushed simultaneously by five marines. The tau snapped off a few shots before they were cut down by gore covered chain blades.

“Captain, respond!” Kavu shouted before a juicy sound cut through the link. A side glance was all Captain Quip gave to the camera’s on his bridge. They were already dead.

The marines finished their dirty work on the bridge before several took up stations at the controls. Fybblywhyp rubbed his face as a light blue armored marine walked onto the bridge. Unlike all of the other marines he was covered in badges, seals, and icons of all colors. He wore a golden mask that looked like it once was a thing of beauty but on that marine it was terror in metallic form.

The blue armored marine looked around the room before looking up into the camera. Fybblywhyp shivered. The marine quickly left the bridge, alone. Fybblywhyp switched monitors to the view outside his quarters. A carnivore squad was in position outside. Thead was in the middle of them all, his dark blades already in his hands.

Captain Quip rubbed his arms as he realized his room was getting colder. On the monitors he could see the breath of the kroot. The ice blue armored marine strode around the corner with one hand held up before him, the mist in the air began to form into panels of ice before him.

The kroot raised their guns and several fired. Ice sheets shattered. The marine continued to walk forward. Thead shouted a charge and the kroot leapt forwards, but Fybblywhyp could only gasp as many of the bird men froze mid stride and crashed to the floor breaking into frozen chunks.

Thead was the only one to reach the marine. In a fluid motion the marine pulled out a broken metal blade, it couldn’t be more then six inches long but by the time Thead attacked with his two blades the marines broken blade had become a jagged ice shard longer then the marine’s arm.

Fybblywhyp had never seen Thead loose in combat or even take a substantial wound but it was obvious he was out matched. The Ice Angel wielded the blade in two hands while a floating translucent ice shield hovered around him. Thead attacked and attacked, his blades were parried or deflected each time. The marine held his ground and silently continued his impervious defense. Thead shouted threats in his native tongue when their blades locked for a brief moment. The marine cocked his head before the hovering shield passed between their faces and exploded outward at Thead.

The kroot stumbled back and brought up his blades in a blind defensive posture. With unbelievable speed the ice blade of the marine thrust directly forward into Theads stomach. The kroot froze in place as the marine held the blade perfectly still. He then broke the blade leaving only the metal hilt and the jagged six inches of metal in his hands. The remainder stayed frozen within Thead’s crackling frozen form.

Fybblywhyp stood from his chair, straightened his uniform, and turned towards the door as it opened. The marine filled the entry way. His armor and golden mask was covered in intricate detail and a fine layer of frost.

Slowly the marine crossed the room to stand within an arms reach of Fybblywhyp. “Greetings Captain Quip, I am the Inevitable Shar-Kallii.” The marine held up a white armored glove between them. Once again the mist in the air seemed to coalesce, but this time only a spec hovered above the marine’s hand. Fybblywhyp was incapable of moving or even speaking. He could do nothing but stare at the spec that shimmered in the light of his room.

“Captain Razzik sends his regards and extends his gratitude for your services.” Shar-Kallii reached out to take Fybblywhyps hand in his own. The spec of ice lazily floated like a snow flake onto his hand. “He hopes the Emperor can see past your faults to what you could have been.”

Captain Quip looked up into the golden mask of the marine. When he returned his gaze back to his hand the spec of ice had been replaced with a dot of blood.

“Good bye Captain Quip, may the Ice be with you.” Shar-Kallii said as he turned to leave.

A cool sensation passed up his arm into his chest before his heart froze solid. He had several seconds to endure the screaming pain before he collapsed to the floor.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Food and drinks from over a dozen different worlds were brought out to the long table. A thick space marine, Brother Sensax, accompanied the food. He wore his black body suit and a utility belt, but instead of weapons and war gear it contained knives, gloves, a thin lighter, and various other kitchen utensils. Brother Sensax introduced himself and then began a well orchestrated unveiling of each dish. Flying winged cherubs flitted around the table and took away the metallic covers as he proceeded. At one point Sensax lit a dish on fire that burned with a purple tint for a few seconds. Perfectly sliced flanks of a delicate meat still simmered in a sauce that made Razzik’s mouth water, each one had the Ice Angel chapter symbol seared into it.

Quickly and efficiently Brother Sensax explained the last few side dishes before he gave a deep bow. The floating cherubs hovered down to the center of the table and began dishing out whatever the guests pointed at.

Razzik sat the head of the table and watched the scene unfold. The other marines were spread out amongst Sybyl’s entourage. A naval aid walked around the table pouring glasses of Sinthill Tithe into glasses made of ice.

Razzik waited until everyone else had been served before he took his share. He then lifted his ice glass and lightly tapped it with a jeweled fork. Everyone looked up from their colorful plates to Captain Razzik, “It is an Ice Angel tradition that after a successful mission, we dine with our allies, trade stories of our successes, and remember the fallen. Before we begin our feast and our tales, I’d like to say that I feel that the Emperor has brought Captain Quip, his crew, and the Benevolent Aberration to us for a higher purpose.” He then raised his glass, “may we all prosper from our continued friendship”

Glasses clinked together as marines and humans alike nodded in approval, except Nefas. His gray eyes stared unblinking at Razzik as he spoke. Razzik didn’t let him faze him; instead he sat back down and began to evaluate his food options. His caloric intake and protein needs came to mind before he chuckled to himself, he knew his super metabolism would compensate and that it was rare to be at a feast that Brother Sensax had catered.

Grunts of satisfaction and exclamations of delight frequently echoed throughout the room as the guests and marines enjoyed the cornucopia of foods. The three Ice Angels efficiently consumed more food then the entire human entourage all while trading stories. Sybyl and Boolosh went back and forth with Hunzuu and Razzik while Bel Baraxati spoke with several of the human guards. The dark woman named Sithri kept to quiet as she ate a plate of fruit and vegetables. Nefas on the other hand continued to eat only meat in between asking questions about their ship.

“This is amazing Razzif. I never knew you giants were such accomplished chefs.” Boolosh said with a mouthful of food.

“The father of our chapter, Sanginius, was the Emperor’s angel.” Razzik said to Boolosh, “he taught us to master the art of bolt and blade. He taught us to master all aspects of war, but more importantly he taught us that the creative side in all of us is just as important. Through that creativity we keep the darkness at bay and become true beacon’s for humanity.”

Boolosh nodded enthusiastically as he enjoyed his mouthful. Razzik dwelled on the darkness in all Ice Angels before returning to his guests.

“Sybyl, did you mention that you’ll be captain soon?” Razzik asked as a naval aid filled his glass with a vibrant green liquor.

Sybyl dabbed the corner of her mouth before she responded, “This trip was to be my fathers last before his retirement. I will then become Captain.”

Nefas quickly interjected, “have you been preparing for this day?”

She tilted her head at the question, “of course, who hasn’t dreamed of command? I’ve always envisioned myself leading a fine group of people to fame and glory.”

“Will this be your first command?” Nefas asked with narrowed eyes.

“I’ve led many missions for my father but,” Sybyl began before Nefas interrupted, “but never your own ship?” Nefas spat.

With a sudden intake of breath all eyes quickly turned to Sithri. She stared through the table at a point unseen. “He’s dead,” her head shot up to Captain Razzik. “You killed them all, the entire crew,” her voice grew in anger. Her eyes became fathomless pits of liquid night before a look of shock crossed her face. Her jaw went slack.

Razzik looked to Bel Baraxati who calmly looked at her with unblinking eyes of white steel.

“What is the meaning of this?” Sybyl said as she gripped her fork and knife with angst. “What are you doing to Sithri? Is what she said true?” The other humans reached for weapons. Hunzuu continued to eat.

Razzik lifted both of his hands to calm the party, “do not act harshly Sybyl, there are some things you need to know about your father, but first let me tell you that Sithri is fine. Bel Baraxati is simply making sure she doesn’t act out of anger and hurt any one unnecessarily.”

He looked at the two psykers while they had their one sided battle. Bel Baraxati continued to stay calm while Sithri sweated under the mental strain of trying to break free from his psychic grasp. She was powerful but nothing compared to the trained psyche of a space marine.

When Razzik looked back to Sybyl, she appeared nervous but willing to listen. “Sybyl, your father decided to try and kill my men despite my complete willingness to cooperate on our journey.” Razzik gave her a stern commanding look, “your father has paid for that decision with his life.”

“However the Emperor does grant some forgiveness to those who aid the Emperor’s finest,” Razzik looked to Boolosh who gave a blank stare.

Razzik was about to speak again when bolters floated up behind all of the human guests in the room on dark purple clouds of psychic energy.

Nefas cleared his throat, “Captain Razzik, you are correct. The Emperor does grant forgiveness, but let us leave that decision to him.”

Before Razzik could say anything or even get up from his chair sixteen bolters discharge in rapid succession. Sithri was the first, Sybyl was the last. The eviscerated bodies of the humans and their shredded remains slumped onto the table and slid onto the floor. Four space marines in full power armor surged into the room looking for hostiles along with a full unit of naval guards. Razzik had flung back his chair and stared down to the still seated Sinner. The hovering bolters sunk beneath the chairs and table dissipating into the darkness. Razzik thought he heard a quiet click of a closing chest.

“What in the WARP was that?” he shouted as he approached him.
“She was a traitor and making her captain would have been a poor decision,” Nefas calmly began as he went back to eating his plate of succulent meat.

“That was yet to be seen,” Razzik said.

Nefas met the gaze of Razzik, “perhaps, but it wasn’t your decision to make.” He forked another piece of meat from the center of the table and placed it on his plate. He picked off a piece of bloody scalp off of it before slicing it the grilled meat into bite size pieces. He took a bite and savored it as he slowly chewed. He closed his eyes.

Razzik exchanged glances with Bel Baraxati and Hunzuu. The armored marines still stood with bolters trained on Nefas.

Nefas let out a grunt of enjoyment, “you were right Razzik. The Emperor has truly blessed us when he delivered your Ice Angels and the Aberration to me.” He opened his eyes to pick out another piece from his plate, “we have much to accomplish.”

The Sinner did not once look at Razzik or the others, he continued to eat. Razzik stood over him at a loss. He didn’t want to eat any more especially now that the table was covered in body parts and gore. His mind raced all while he kept his urges to order his marines to fire in check. He knew Nefas was going to get the Inquisition off of him but after what he saw, he wasn’t sure working with Nefas would be any better.

* * * * * * *

One correction:

"Before we begin our feast and our tales, I’d like to say that I feel that the Emperor has brought Captain Quip, its crew, and the Benevolent Aberration to us for a higher purpose.”

Should read... "Captain Quip, HIS crew, and..."


Nasty piece of work that Nefas...

Evil! Crazy bastard Nefas!!

Glorious entry, Ice. I dread to see what fresh hell Nefas leads Razzik to...



Oh, and I got a chuckle from the IA logo seared onto the meat. Made me imagine those Applebees commercials where theyre pushing their steaks


EDIT
Random correction I saw: "shuttle's lazy trip" you forgot an apostrophe.

Corrected and Corrected. Thanks for catching those for me. Happy Halloween everybody.

I was hoping someone would get a chuckle out of the Ice Angel icon seared into meat. They also do it to their toast!

I don't know about you guys but the more twisted Nefas gets the more I like him.

Random Question: Whats the character limit on a post on dakka?

Wow well done!

The scene with your Inevitable was fan-fething-tastic!

I don't know about liking Nefas hahaha - I'm kinda with Razzik in this one... it was such a nice meal too...

Very nice scene to read.

One question, the line -

Razzik narrowed his eyes, “are you questioning my decision to how”

Should that be -

Razzik narrowed his eyes, “are you questioning my decision to now”

Or is my fragile little mind missing how its supposed to be written?

Thanks Master Azalle, glad you like my Inevitable!

 Knightley wrote:
Very nice scene to read.

One question, the line -

Razzik narrowed his eyes, “are you questioning my decision to how”

Should that be -

Razzik narrowed his eyes, “are you questioning my decision to now”

Or is my fragile little mind missing how its supposed to be written?

To answer your question, its a little bit of both. I actually left out an important piece of that sentence. Lets try it again, shall we? EDIT TIME!

MOAR!

Sure, I have another section completed. It isn't very exciting and probably doesn't have any point, but I can post it if you'd like?

Yes Please Ice!

Yes! +1 to that, I've been craving some Ice Angel goodness!

On the deck lift of the Frozen Rage, Captain Razzik stood surrounded by Ice Angels in full battle plate. Chaplain Cyaxeres in his black mark VI armor and leering skull mask. Techmarine Philosir in his custom red power armor was without his multilimbed servo harness but his axe, now in halberd form, was held up right. The recently promoted Captain Muttabriqu was in his corvus pattern armor, the orange of the Uttuakki remained on his helmet under his new iron halo.

“Last time Brother Miqit came with us,” Razzik said to the group as they waited for the doors to open so they could enter the main hanger.

“We were also accompanied by Pyrox of the Fire Angels and Vetov of the Emperor’s Tears,” Cyaxeres made the sign of the Aquila before adding, “May the Emperor guide them.”

The monotone voice of Philosir rattled. “Our cousins died well.”

That phrase rolled around in Razzik’s mind. He thought about all of the marines that had been forced upon him. Nefas, Jaska, Inushi, and Aquilum were all that remained. The three marines had departed earlier leaving Aquilum on the Rage so he could complete his conversion therapy and machine spirit bonding. Razzik’s mind soon turned to personal updates and unit organization. He had been up most of the night mulling over reports.

When the deck transporter reached the proper hanger, the eight panel door in front of them unlocked and opened. First with a slit across the middle horizontally, then the panels pulled back, each in a different direction. The main hanger of the Rage was a bustle of activity. Servitors and naval staff were preparing for a special cargo while over a hundred Ice Angels stood in ordered lines.

When Captain Razzik stepped onto the deck each of the Angels slammed to attention. The sound raised his spirit as it echoed around the hanger. Razzik saw Sergeant Hunzuu near the end of the line. It wasn’t that long ago he was standing in that position. Now he walked down the corridor of space marines as a Captain.

A familiar vessel waited in the hanger, the Emperor’s Path, one of the Iron Torches shuttle craft. Last time the ship took him to the Torch he was sent on a crusade because of a bias Inquisitor. Now the same shuttle takes him to meet that Inquisitor once again to report their findings. Razzik smiled at the fact that he was able to make it back for any kind of meeting, let alone with valuable intelligence. He narrowed his eyes as he thought on the up coming meeting. He hoped Nefas was good for his word.

The shuttle waited with open doors for them to board but they paused outside the shuttles wing span.

The roar of triple engines and retro jets thundered through the hanger as an Ice Angel thunderhawk entered. Captain Razzik and his entourage lined up to face the blunt craft as it settled down next to the shuttle craft. Servitors and members of the mechanicum waited nearby to tend to the vessel once it was ready.

As the machine crackled and steamed the front access point opened. A small group of Ice Angels marched out. They wore their armor and their weapons. Behind them chapter serfs carried their belongings on wheeled carts. The five Ice Angels stopped in two parallel lines between Razzik and the thunderhawk. Two tracked caskets exited the craft next.

Sergeant Ruqum of the Assault Squad Labushi spoke a prayer to Sanguinius as they past. The two caskets continued past Razzik and then down the corridor the rest of the company had formed.

No one else spoke as Ruqum finished the prayer and the caskets passed out of the hanger. Razzik thought back to when he was forced to send nine Ice Angels to other chapters to replace the marines that volunteered to join his company. Five had returned alive, two returned in caskets, the other two were on their way back. The loss of Dtril and Utaan weighed on Razzik. He had chosen the nine marines and told them to leave. Not one had complained or argued as they were each shipped out to separate chapters but when he discovered two had fallen in battle away from their brethren he felt more then just the weight of command.

Cyaxeres stepped forward and greeted the marines. Razzik looked forward to the stories that would be told and the experiences that would be shared. Ice Angels often aided allied chapters to share their expertise, strengthen bonds between the chapters, and enrich the Ice Angel chapter by learning from the other chapters. This was originally a punishment placed on the Ice Angels but has turned into a sacred duty over the centuries. Unfortunately, when Inquisitor Vervin forced this act upon him it did not feel like any sacred duty but a renewed form of punishment determined to weaken the Ice Angels.

Chaplain Cyaxeres spoke to each marine and exchanged words with each before he spoke to the assembled company of marines.

“Sons of Sanguinius, our brothers have returned,” the Chaplain began. Razzik half listened as Cyaxeres spoke to the company. The returned marines walked down the hall of black and blue armor. They exchanged many head nods and welcoming words. Razzik watched it all through a silent filter. His thoughts had wandered back to the impending journey he was about to take. Inquisitor Vervin was back on the Iron Torch. Nefas, Inushi, and Jaska were already there along with all of data they had collected. Razzik wondered what to expect from the meeting for a fleeting moment before Cyaxeres turned back towards him.

“It is time Captain. Let us depart.” The cold voice of Cyaxeres commanded. Razzik and the others nodded and stepped towards the Emperor’s Path.

youre missing your mantis warrior!!

OMG! You're right. I need to do some editing, stat!

Poor lil Mantis... Razzik forgot about you... He's probably in his hab block wondering what the feth is going on... Or talk to aquilim... One of the two

I was wondering if somehow you'd bumped off Inushi without my noticing.

I'm not quite sure how that happened but thanks for pointing it out. It has been corrected.

Thats very nice passage about reflection and remembrance. how far they have come and who they have lost along the way.

I for one am looking forward to the meeting between Razzik and the Inquisitor, I can just imagine there being a poop flinging contest about heresy etc and them being sent out again, but with more redshirts... ahem, I mean more marines

It's because your mad at me for not playing my Mantis Warriors at Adepticon this year... isn't it??

 Gitsplitta wrote:
It's because your mad at me for not playing my Mantis Warriors at Adepticon this year... isn't it??

I could care less who you bring to Adepticon Git, but the fact that you switched teams makes me sad. That doesn't really have anything to do with Inushi though. In my mental check list Inushi has been temporarily checked off my list. I need to tidy things up with Razzik now.

Did I switch teams? I thought we were all part of the same big, happy team with a bit of flexibility to help keep things interesting.

Just finished reading awesome work bro keep up the good work I hope my fluff can be as good as yours thanks again for letting me read

Thanks for taking the time. I hope the overall read was good. Thanks for sending me your fluff as well. When I actually have my computer on again I'll send you some feedback. Doing it from my phone is rather annoying.