Brother-Thunder wrote:"Fire faster you dogs!" my syrabrite screams. My unit has been training non-stop for the last 3 solar cycles, in preparation for the upcoming realspace raid. I raise my splinter rifle, a marvel of our species technological prowess, and take aim at one of the many slaves dropped into the firing range. My designated target was one of those brutish and primitive greenskins that has plagued most of the galaxy and even Commoragh for thousands of years. Large in stature, these primitive monstrosities would be much more of a threat if they were not so slow and dim witted.

With cold precision, I fire my first shot, striking the ork in the arm. Our current ammunition is a variation of the combat drug known as Splintermind. While the combat drug used by the Wych Cults heightens pain reception, feeding into the misery that powers our race, this variation uses a much more distilled version of this and is mixed with a highly caustic acid that overloads the nerves in pain, before rotting away the flesh. Like a malevolent cancer, the drug spreads through the body, while the acid devours at a rapid rate, rotting much of the flesh of the affected area away. The ork howls in pain, much of its arm now a withered stump. Enraged, the beast looks for his cruel master that shot him. He sights me, and with blood-lust in its eyes, takes off at full sprint.

The experience of having such a powerful, if clumsy beast charging me is both frightening and exciting all at once! I take careful aim this time, striking the leg under the knee. It stumbles and falls flat on what can be called its face, teeth cracking and leg rotting away in front of me. With a blood-soaked scream, the underling crawls faster towards me, intent to kill in his beady, red eyes. The orkid race is a resilient one, a human or one of my own kind would have fallen to the poison long before this point. The ork surprises me by using what strength he has left to fling himself at me, at least 300 pounds of pure, muscled fury flying through the air at me, his remaining hand clawing for my throat.

The amount of pain and desperation this pathetic beast is feeling leaves a very strong and sweet after-taste in the mouth. With heightening strength and euphoria being fuelled from the lesser being's pain, I hold my splinter rifle to meet the ork in his final, pathetic charge, catching him on the bayonet and stopping all momentum in its flailing attempt to kill. It lets out a final howl of pain; an aura of surrender protrudes from the beast, for it is broken!

I look into the greenskin's eyes; a small plea for mercy exists, to make the pain stop. I smile in contempt for the lesser abomination skewered upon my rifle. With toothy grin and endorphin filled, bloodshot eyes, I twist the bayonet, and fire most of my clip into the lesser beast's chest. What little death throes it could muster were interrupted as the thing's flesh quickly went septic and rotted away. Terror was the last thing I saw in the thing's eyes.

"Fire faster you dogs!" my syrabrite screams. My unit has been training non-stop for the last 3 solar cycles, in preparation for the upcoming realspace raid. I raise my splinter rifle, a marvel of our species technological prowess, and take aim at one of the many slaves dropped into the firing range. My designated target was one of those brutish and primitive greenskins that has plagued most of the galaxy and even Commoragh for thousands of years. Large in stature, these primitive monstrosities would be much more of a threat if they were not so slow and dim witted.

With cold precision, I fire my first shot, striking the ork in the arm. Our current ammunition is a variation of the combat drug known as Splintermind. While the combat drug used by the Wych Cults heightens pain reception, feeding into the misery that powers our race, this variation uses a much more distilled version of this and is mixed with a highly caustic acid that overloads the nerves in pain, before rotting away the flesh. Like a malevolent cancer, the drug spreads through the body, while the acid devours at a rapid rate, rotting much of the flesh of the affected area away. The ork howls in pain, much of its arm now a withered stump. Enraged, the beast looks for his cruel master that shot him. He sights me, and with blood-lust in its eyes, takes off at full sprint.

The experience of having such a powerful, if clumsy beast charging me is both frightening and exciting all at once! I take careful aim this time, striking the leg under the knee. It stumbles and falls flat on what can be called its face, teeth cracking and leg rotting away in front of me. With a blood-soaked scream, the underling crawls faster towards me, intent to kill in his beady, red eyes. The orkid race is a resilient one, a human or one of my own kind would have fallen to the poison long before this point. The ork surprises me by using what strength he has left to fling himself at me, at least 300 pounds of pure, muscled fury flying through the air at me, his remaining hand clawing for my throat.

The amount of pain and desperation this pathetic beast is feeling leaves a very strong and sweet after-taste in the mouth. With heightening strength and euphoria being fuelled from the lesser being's pain, I hold my splinter rifle to meet the ork in his final, pathetic charge, catching him on the bayonet and stopping all momentum in its flailing attempt to kill. It lets out a final howl of pain; an aura of surrender protrudes from the beast, for it is broken!

I look into the greenskin's eyes; a small plea for mercy exists, to make the pain stop. I smile in contempt for the lesser abomination skewered upon my rifle. With toothy grin and endorphin filled, bloodshot eyes, I twist the bayonet, and fire most of my clip into the lesser beast's chest. What little death throes it could muster were interrupted as the thing's flesh quickly went septic and rotted away. Terror was the last thing I saw in the thing's eyes.

Urien_Rakarth wrote:Great story, lv it!
one thing, using the splinter rifle (basicly a machine gun) your unlikely to take aim, just hold down the trigger and hear the thing scream kind of thing!!!!!!!