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This is just a little story I thought up, of course critique it if you want, but I'm not hoping to publish this or anything so I made it mainly for fun.
The sun shown brightly on the hive, the greys of the city defined so much, one could discern all of their subtle differences.
Commander Varsk looked out onto it from his command spire, situated in the center of the hive. He took a deep breath and enjoyed the fumes that came to him, the decay, the promethium, every little smell he could smell. On the horizon he could see smoke billowing up and new exactly what it was, he had recently liberated the city four months ago and was awaiting the liberations reprocussions.
"My spyglass." he demanded from a nearby servitor. Upon first glance he had thought it was an armored column, but upon further looking he determined the vehicles to be transports of some kind. "Order Platoons 3 and 4 to the eastern wall, 1st company to the western wall, split the remaining forces along the northern and southern walls, and tell the arbites to prepare." Varsk barked into the vox. "Yes sir." the voice in the vox responded harshly.
The city was in a din of noise as Varsk rode towards the western wall. He believed that he would be able to repel these invaders with ease seeing as though they seemed to have forgotten their armored column at home. He chuckled at the mere queerness of it.
The transports halted and began unloading their cargo as shrouded aircraft careened towards the wall, unleashing volley after volley of explosive rounds. The men on the wall screamed and exploded in a pink mist as their position was hit and the wall began to crumble from the sheer force of the rockets. Varsk was shocked by the sudden strike of aircraft, but he too had some cards up his sleeve.
"Hold the line and recover you dogs!" he screamed at the men. "Get up, get up now!" he continued, kicking wounded soldiers back into the fight.
The enemy advanced and fired expertly, taking down Varsks' men with ease. These were veterens he was facing, "Fall back to defensive positions!" he ordered, "Tell the arbites to move, and quickly!".
The arbites began carrying out their orders and opened every cell within the dungeon, leaving weapons in the prison's courtyard for them to grab. The prisoners ran towards the gate in fury and saw that their way was open. Walls had been built that funneled them in certain directions, gates at each intersection showing then their path. Varsk waited with his men in an administratum near the breached wall. He then heard the mass of prisoners clamoring their way towards their position.
Soon both the invaders and the prisoners were upon each other. The veterens had no idea on how to even begin to fight these deranged maniacs. They fired wantonly, hoping to hit one of them and were frightful of the way the prisoners tore their comrades limb from limb. Varsk watched in delight as the transports began firing into the massed crowd, cutting down friend and foe alike. Watching as demented prisoners bludgeoned the enemy with their own limbs, as the prisoners began charges towards the transports only to get cut down.
He knew that victory would be his as he waltzed down the staircase onto the street with his men following. He unsheathed his weapon, readied for his own charge and screamed "Blood for the Blood God!! Cut them all down and savor their demise!". He ran headlong into the imperial lines surrounding the breach, smiling. This is what he had wanted, he would bath in the blood of imperial dogs.
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