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The speeder rocks to one side, several of us are knocked around. The big man up top tells us to man up as he goes over the plan for what seems like the tenth time with us. I grip the hard metal of my gun as the rain water runs down my face. I look around me, my brothers wear the same armour they gave us when we were recruited, I don’t see how we’re going to last long against the artillery they’re putting us up against. Another regiment has turned against the established ways, and it’s our job to strap charges on the siege batteries. A dangerous mission, one that requires a lot of stealth and cunning, the guidance of our sergeant will keep us from danger. The crackle of the vox snaps me back to the present, “Initiates, we’re almost there, do the chapter proud.”

A few moments later we arrive at the drop-zone, a small grass field. I grab onto a rappel rope and we’re off running, sticking to the shadows, silent as can be. It’s easier to hide your footfalls when there’s the booming of Medusa shells coming over the next ridge. I hope that the troop’s armour on the receiving end of the artillery holds true, it would be a shame to lose good men to these rebels. We arrive at the line of tanks, the one flaw of these insurgents is that they are arrogant, they will not expect a small strike team to get in so close and destroy their heavy weapons. About a minute later we can see where they have stationed the guns, symbols of the dark gods painted on their sides. Men scurry about, providing a constant stream of fire from the Medusas. I see my opening, one of the three has less crew and is a bit farther away. I relay this information back to the sergeant, and he tells me to plant the charge at his signal. Suddenly an explosion, louder than the siege guns, rocks the air. There is a bright flash and all is still. There is nobody manning the guns, instead there is a figure clad in black standing between the artillery, I hear my sergeant curse. The figure speaks with a thousand years of malice and hate in his voice, “I know you’re here space marines. Now, renounce your faith in the Emperor and I might spare your lives.”

I raise my bolter and take aim, putting the traitor’s head in my sights. I squeeze the trigger, I’ve always delighted in the sound it makes. The shells fly through the air and find their target, the figure’s head explodes as the bolter rounds collide with is unarmoured skull. I rush forward and plant a charge on the first Medusa, set the time, and move on to the next one. After the last charge has been planted I hear a cackling laugh in my ear. I turn around to see the figure rise from the ground and fire at me. Pain erupts as a bolter shell goes through my armour and explodes in my shoulder. I grit my teeth and try to fight the blackness at the edge of my vision. With all the strength I have I raise my bolter and open fire into the figure. The rounds strike him, but instead of falling he rises into the air, a purple aura around him. I toss a grenade at him but he seems un-phased. He appears to collapse in on himself, as—what I could only describe as—a warp portal expands from his chest. Out from it leaps a giant winged daemon with a vicious looking axe, a bloodthirster of Khorne.

“Initiate, get out of there!” screams my sergeant. I didn’t need the order, I was gone, dashing for all I was worth back towards the speeder. I saw my brothers there waiting for me, hovering just above the ground. I leapt aboard and we cranked the engines to their fullest. Over the vox I hear…. “We have a class 2 daemon incursion, send in the Grey Knights.”



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feedback would be AWESOME!

Some more would be more awesome!! I wanna know more about this nameless initiate and what chapter he's in. Write more please

Give us some more! This is better than most homemade fluff I read.

exactly the opposite response than what i was expecting
i was thinking something like

PURGE WITH FIRE!!!!!!!1

or something like that
it was meant to be a short segment
and maybe pick up with a grey knight



but you want more of this initiate?

Reading about this deamons demise at the hands of a grey knight would be cool, but for some reason I fell for that initiate, he's a good medium because of his inexperience; everything is new to him and therefore you get a fresh description of things. As opposed to a seasoned Space Marine who's basically seen it all, like his sarge.