Daken drew in a puff of smoke from his cigarete.
He let the puff go, watching the smoke dissipate.
Daken's las-rifle was slung along his shoulder, in place to be easily accessed. You could never know when some fanatic bastard was gonna run you throuh, even in these damned mud-plains. He'd heard tale of some unknown xenos rising out of the mires to slaughter unsusspecting men. Daken, and most of leore's PDF forces, had just rescently renounced imperial rule, and the false-emperor. Daken and his squad had been given orders to find the source of a mysterious energy spike in the area, and to report back. Comand thought it was nothing, but in a half-dozen years working in the PDF, Daken knew it was always better to be prepared. He stomped his siggarete into the mud, and scratched his beard. Once, when he was a factory worker, he'd always shaved, but those days were behind him.
The other four mmbers of his squad, higgs, the sharp-shooter, varsa, the big guy who only ever used solid-slug weapons, sergeant jaemes and doesn't-give-a-damn loeman, were all idiots, as far as Daken was concerned.they'd all started worshiping the so called “dark gods”, but Daken knew that nothing religious could be trusted. He'd learnt that when his prayers to the emperor had failed to save his wife and son from the green-skins.
As an annoying buzz at the back of Daken's throat suddenly started, probabl an after-effect of the stronger-than-usual tabbaco, jaemes raised an arm. The sergeant had served for a full decade, and was getting old. He had close-copped brown hair, wit slithers of grey that he'd obvyously tried to cut out. Daken planned on relpacing him after the old man kicked the bucket, and if he got tired waiting, well, h was sure no one would question stray las-round killing the segeant.
“anyone else hear that?” the sergeant asked, turning his head from left to right.
“yer hearin' things ya senile old coot.” that was higgs, the stupid smart-ass. Daken wouldn't mind shooting him either.
“n.i definitely heard something.” the ld man was crazy, as much as Daken hated to agree with higgs. The squard had stopped now, and Daken felt his worn leather boots sink into the muddy ground just a little. Then he heard it too.
It was obvyous that the whole squad heard it, because they all looked around. The noise was impossible to pin-point, like hearing a dog whistle. Then he flet it. Daken's teeth started to itch. Usually that told him he needed another siggeree, but now. OZONE. He could smell Ozone. What the emperor? Damn it, old habits died hard. Then there was an explosion of light, and Daken was thrown to the ground.
He heard jaemes scream, and then suddenly cut off.
Vrrr. Vrrr. Vrrrvrrvrrvrrr.
For one insane moment, all Daken could think was what the hell was a lawn-mower doing here? But then he placed the sound.
Chainsaw.he felt the ground shake, and realised he'd closed his eyes. He didn't remember that. He opened them, and wished he hadn't. Daken opened his eyes just in time to see higgs and loeman torn to chunks by a giant green and yellow thing. It was a giant, a massive beast with smooth armour panels for skin, a bullbog-elephant face and chainsaws for hands. Blood spattered its armour. Varsa opened fire, and the monster turned glowing red eyes on him. Varsa shouted vengeance, bu the monstr as quicker than it looked. It ignored the bullets peelting it's armour, and sepped forwards. Varsa's screams drowned out even the revving of those dreadfull chainsaw blades. Daken instinctivel started to crawl backwards, but the beast seemed tohear him. It turned, and Daken stared into those horrid red eyes. Blood was spattered all over its armour. His gun was useless. The monster took one step forward.Dacen was going to dy. Another step. He would join his family soon. Another. The screams of Dacen, traitor of the imperium, would be heard for miles.
Brother mercutio, first company of the mantis warriors, surveyed his handywork. The patrol was dead, alright. Very dead. Blood dripped, and dryed, on his armour soon, the treacherous bstards would send a second patrol. They too, he would slay. After that, the traitors would send a real patrol squad, something with tank-killing weapons. Only one of that patrol would survive. And he would return to their base of operations, covered in the blood of his comrdes, to tell of the vicious monster with whirring claws that had appeared in their midst. Mercutio looked over at a small ridge some kilometer away. That was his hiding spot. Mercutio powered his armour's teleportation unit. His teeth itched.