This is one of my first times writing
40k fluff, and if some of you were part of the Dakka Campaign late last year, then you may have seen this. I tried to make it part of the battle and tried to morph it in. Anyway, enjoy these three BR type of things.
[This is the annal in the Book of the Brotherhood, Chapter 5 Verses 1, 2 and 5, Depicting the Defense of Molov, as written by Librarian Avid of the Tenebris Ultores Dark Angels legion and Colonel Puller of the Pacifician Marines K/11 Regiment]
Book of the Brotherhood Chapter 5, The War on Molov, Verse 1: Molov's Hidden Depths
Colonel Puller looked over to his small band of raggedy arsed Guardsmen, the K/11 Marine Corps of Pacifius Prime. Anxiety lined their pale, ashen faces and the sense of the jitters ran through them. This was their first deployment in the name of the Emperor on Molov and all they’ve had so far was a few fire-fights against rebelling guardsmen which ended quickly and then the brutal training of the original planet which the Colonel remembered very well.
He wiped a grimy hand on his ash-covered face and replaced the cap that was crooked on his shaven skull. A slight breeze swam through, blowing his camo-cloak slightly.
“Marines of Guadalcanal, the time to take the fight to enemy has come. Finally those damned Inquisition have come in use. Finally we have found and tracked those damned Fallen to their hideout and now we have found a way to kill them. Those hulking giants of the Dark Angels have made themselves aware and only by my… Persuasion, have you little girls become soldiers of the Imperium, battling in his Holy Name! Remember as much as I value every last one of you, I have a duty and oath to the Emperor to employ courage and those who do not wish to fulfil this role will be executed ruthlessly by me, and I will not hesitate. Do you understand?!” The Colonel roared, with a glint of menace in his eyes. He saw with satisfaction his men have a look of horror, but quickly shouted “Yes sir, Lord Commissar-Colonel Puller!”
“Good we have an understanding, because with the Inquisitor on my arse, I have to be extra careful. Now gear up and get prepared!” He bellowed.
Librarian Avid glared at the Lord Colonel-Commissar Puller with a gaze so horrifying it had to be from a Daemon. But the Colonel didn’t shift, and neither did he shake a little. Nerves of steel that won’t budge easily, the Librarian was impressed.
“I guess you’ll do.” He spat out and the Colonel thought that was the nicest thing he had ever said in his entire life. The dour Librarian straightened up; rising to his eight foot tall figure and the Colonel secretly shook his head. He had all the power and his figure rivalled that of even the greatest guardsmen who lived. But when he was around these hulking beasts, he had an envy that he couldn’t describe. He was used to being the top dog, but knowing that these Angels of Death could easily squash him like he was a Gretchen was disarming.
“So how many of those puny humans have you got at your disposal Commander?” The Librarian gruffly hollered under his iron halo.
“For your information Commander, these aren’t ordinary men, just for throwing into the meat grinder, these are some of the finest scouts and recon units available and they rival those of even your men, a few of my men saw your darkest day and fought side-by-side with them. So don’t disregard them as common low-lives, for they aren’t, their mighty warriors!” The Colonel roared in defiance. The Librarian stayed immovable, like a statue made of steel, but he saw it in the giant’s eyes his outburst had thrown him back.
The two commanders stood in silence but like usual the damned Librarian broke it roughly. “My force is a Centurion strong, with Heavy Weapons included. I just got the report of a thousand of your soldiers to apparently deal with the enemy.”
“Gonna be ‘un ‘ell of a battle!” The Colonel piped up, his anger gone.
“Get your men ready Lord Commissar before I change my mind and let the Inquisition of our little talk.” He spat out.
“Now we agree on something.” The Colonel took his leave.
Librarian Avid looked at his data-slate with his piercing eyes. He had been tipped off that this was the main route of the Fallen’s route back to their head-quarters. They couldn’t assault the quarters of the main-base as the entire fortress was in the main city hive and was impossible to find and get into, and even harder to stay alive that long. A wide-spread panic won’t have been the best option and they would’ve been beaten before they started if that happened. So they found from their tip that this was the only way to defeat the commander of the force, Fallen Brother Vastus, who was just a normal Marine back then but now leads a small band that was turned to Slaanesh during the break-outs of the fighting. This was their last chance to put an end to in-fighting of Sector Bakst. “Marines, with steel and courage, we shall burn this heretic!” He gruffly bellowed and his men roared in response. He looked over in disgust to the other so called ‘Marines’ which were just meat for the slaughter-house.
“Marbo, are you ready at your end?” The Colonel Voxed through to their one trump card.
“Yes Colonel-Commissar.” Muttered the vox-caster in response.
“Okay men, it’s time to deploy. We have been ordered to find cover as soon as possible in order to ambush them. Our friends will be deployed alongside us, in the middle, so we can flank them and crush them. Our ‘Commander’ Avid and his Devastators are deployed in the ruins to the west of us, holding a vital objective of the ruined Adminitrium building. We need to hold them men, who are we?”
“Mortems best!” The soldiers bellowed rowdily.
“Marbo reporting sir. The enemy has light vehicles in the form of the Ravenwing deployed to the east, racing fast towards the men. The enemies Tactical Squad has been deployed in heavy cover to the middle of the field of battle.”
“This is going to be hard…”
“Colonel, the enemy Tactical Squad is in range sir.” The sniper, Corporal Cyst confirmed and the Colonel nodded.
“Captain, the enemy is in range.”
“Understood Colonel-Commissar, but the Devastators can find them and are tracking them, we are going to open-fire sir.”
“Understood.”
Captain Avid glanced across his men and gave the order. “Fire at will men, short bursts and conserves ammunition.” He gruffly spat and the Marines nodded and took aim. Bolter fire opened up and screamed, the missile launchers opening up, silently blowing away at the landscape. Four of the enemy fell to the rapid fire, their armour no match for the wrath of the Emperor. “They betrayed us and the legion and they will fall!” He hollered.
A beacon suddenly blew off from the ashen soil and bleeped in the middle of the battle-field. “What is that sir?” Asked Sergeant Cast into the vox-caster.
“I sense a disturbance in the warp-field Sergeant, keep your bolters ready.” The vox screeched in his ear.
The beacon suddenly stopped and a sandstorm replaced the bleeping object and everyone shielded their eyes. Sniper Cyst shielded his eyes and looked through the scope, his eye shielded greatly. Through the mass of ash and sand, hulking figures in bone white armour stood, ten feet tall with signs of the warp already diseasing their ancient and holy armour.
“Terminators!” Shouted Cyst over the mayhem. The Colonel glanced over at him, and then adjusted his caps. “Well this is a surprise.” The Colonel gruffly chuckled.
They heard the rev of an engine and Cyst swung his rifle around to bore into the bikers of the enemy, their horns barring like monstrous teeth. “The Ravenwing are moving towards us sir!” He gulped and the Commissar nodded grudgingly.
Then the hulking figures turned their attention on the Veterans and Cyst knew what was coming. He took cover and the Storm Bolters roared. Trooper Jihads was instantly turned into a bloody pulp. The Veterans quickly ducked, but not enough. Trooper Uest’s head blew into a bloody firework and the bullet went through to hit Sergeant Held straight through his eye socket. Auto-cannon fire hissed and Trooper Bide was impaled in the chest and another round smashed Trooper Skids stomach.
“Open fire at the Deathwing men!” The Colonel shouted and they nodded with awe.
The las-guns opened up and the screams of the firing las bolts hit and bounced off the armour of the Deathwing.
“Relax, Relax…” Cyst slowed his breathing and steadied his sniper. “Die you mother f…” He fired and it hit its mark. There was a chink in the armour right where the back of the neck was, the vertebrae.
He fired his suppressed las-rifle and it hit its mark. The Deathwing traitor fell down instantly, dead.
“Marbo, its time, those plasma weapons won’t remain dormant for long!” The Colonel shouted as Trooper Skids finally succumbed to his wound, spasmed violently and then died. Trooper Judd cried out and kept on trying to revive him.
“He can’t be dead, he can’t be dead! No this is a dream, this is a dream!” HE was bordering insanity. Anymore symptoms and the Colonel might have to execute him.
“Sir Marbo is coming out!” The sniper yelled and Puller nodded.
Then a huge explosion shook the battle-field and the sniper confirmed it.
“Incredible! How did Marbo kill four of those traitors with a demolition charge?!” The sniper gasped as he looked through his scope to confirm his previous alienation.
“We’ve got more important matters to attend to than Marbo. We have to kill those damned bikers, their threatening our flank. Open fire at them men!” The remaining troopers nodded under fire and found the bikers revving down the flank. Las fire opened up and cracked through them and Trooper Gust got the kill, a lucky penetrating hit on the leading biker through the eye-piece. The biker tumbled off his blasted steed lifeless, discarded to the ash wastes. The bike tumbled down and erupted in white flames, the other bikers narrowly missing it.
The camo-cloaks had worked so far, the ash covering Sergeant Cast’s men and their bolter-fire which so far hadn’t done anything. But the sand-storm whipped up by the Deathwing traitors had ripped their capes wide open and now they were just eight foot tall soldiers dressed in green. “This ain’t gonna be good…” Sergeant Cast got into a kneeling position, looking at the clouds.
“Storms coming in sir, we’re going to be rendered blind and against this kind of opposition, we minus well be civilians for all the good it’s going to do to us!” He informed the Librarian.
“Keep pressing sergeant, don’t back down!” The Librarian hollered in that rough voice. Man that guy annoys me, thought Cast.
The terminators suddenly barrelled forward and Cast gulped.
“Sir, we can’t hold our own against these traitors, we need to get to higher ground!” Brother Husk pleaded.
“No, the Emperor protects and we need to stand our ground!” Cast muttered softly.
Suddenly storm bolter fire erupted from the Deathwing and they all took cover. Brother Gelds was ripped apart from the metal shells. Brother Knish went down hissing as a bullet blew his right leg from the rest of his body and then another shell ripped through his skull, splattering his brains all over the grey ground.
The blood of the Astartes was spilled all over the grey ground, the precious gene-seed leaking with it.
Colonel Puller glanced over the lip of the crater to see the once invisible Tactical Squad of the Caliban’s Chosen get ripped apart by steady Storm Bolter fire from the traitorous Terminators.
He huffed and let himself fall down the meteor. “Men, the Astartes have been found.” He grimly declared and he felt the spirits fall of every man in this crater. Puller heard a charging of plasma and swore.
“Get down…!” He uttered as he jumped over the lip of the crater and fired round after round of his Bolt Pistol. The Plasma Gun of the traitors on the bikes hollered and spat out a concentrated beam that was impossible to look at. The Colonel fell down, searing pain ripping through his chest. He looked down to see his skin cooking as he collapsed into a heap.
Then the Bikes roared into action and Corporal Cyst stared in horror. “Damn. Men rally around me, here they come!” He shouted as the Ravenwing flew off the mini-ramp made on the outside of the crater. Trooper Judd screamed like a madman and fired on automatic in the air, catching the wheel of the Plasma Gun biker and blowing it off.
The bikes landed and the traitorous Marine was thrown off over the handlebars and towards the Guardsmen and landed in their midst.
Corporal Amos grabbed out his machete, gifted to us by our commanders, and executed the Marine.
The Corporal turned back to see the enemy Sergeant jump off his bike and with chainsword in hand, charged.
Sergeant Cast glared in horror as the enemy Deathwing roared and stomped enragingly towards them. “Fire, Fire, FIRE!” He screamed and fired shell after shell into those blasted creatures, as did his retinue with fear for the Chaos beings. The Terminators stopped charging and went into cover, their shoulder-pads stopping all the bullets that they were firing.
Marbo looked on as he hid in cover as the Librarian suddenly appeared almost twenty meters away, being part of the Tactical Squad in the First Place. He gulped, but in his experience, he knew what was going to happen.
The Librarian roared, his horns gleaming with blood and the once holy sword now plagued with the blood of the innocent, was shining like it was finding its first kill.
He pulled out his pistol and fired round after round into the eight foot tall monsterity, but it just came at him with fury match to the Warboss he killed with his bare hands back a long time ago. But he wasn’t scared, he wasn’t afraid, he rolled his neck and pulled out his venom blade with his steel grip leaped towards the Librarian. The Librarian swung high with his two handed sword and it was blocked easily by the blade of Marbo. They danced and parried, but he could see that the Librarian didn’t match the skill of him, and the armour and the two handed sword weighed him down, his moves becoming slower and clumsier. Just a matter of time…
The Sergeant was in a state of fury as he cut the head off Corporal Amos, blood spraying like a fountain over the crater and the Sergeant. “No you don’t!” Trooper Judd ran forward and swung his Machete at the biker, who blocked it and it became a contest, with the rest of the squad slowly pushing in, but he kept all of them at bay with the alive chainsword.
The Librarian was getting frustrated fast. All of this planning was for nothing. The enemy was smashing them in combat and afar they were pulping them. He was losing all of his focus and that storm was brewing fast, causing him headaches just trying to keep the magical energy out of his head.
Marbo parried a Chainsword swing that would’ve decapitated him and flung himself around the back of the Librarian. He got behind and with his knife he severed the iron hood that was protecting the Librarians skull.
The Librarian swung around with a chainsword swing and Marbo easily ducked under it. He got in the Librarians face.
“Chaos will fall.” He muttered and he plunged his venom blade into the Librarians skull. The Librarian slumped and Marbo kicked him back, twisting and retracting his blade from the corpse of the once mighty and loyal Marine.
The Sergeant was under pressure and the Corporal could see that. They exchanged blows with each other, neither one getting the upper hand.
But those Deathwing could strike at any moment and they had to be ready…
Marbo stood up from the corpse and glanced to see plasma cannon aimed on him.
“Oh mother of-.” His swearing was cut off by the entire building imploding and shattering with him in it.
“Sir, Marbo is dead.” Grimly informed Sergeant Holed clearly depressed.
“I can see that Sergeant.” Spat an extremely pissed Librarian.
The Deathwing got up again. “Fire all your damned weapons!” Cast shouted. Marine’s stopped in mid-reload and looked up in horror at the sight of the hulking 10 foot tall men barrelled towards them, picking up momentum. Some Marines punched in a fresh new clip into their Bolters and fired, and some took out their Chainswords grimly and awaited death.
“Men, we will die standing with honour to defeat the Heretic, in his name!” Sergeant Cast hollered as Storm Bolter fire erupted.
Trooper Fist looked on grimly as he saw the blood of the Brothers spilled and the last dying moments of his Great-uncle, Sergeant Cast as he got punched open by a power fist. The fight was short and bloody, not one Deathwing wounded for all the Tactical Squad to get beaten to a pulp.
He huffed saddened and fell down the crater to see them still locked in combat. “Our last squad was ripped apart and they’ve turned to face us now.” He grimly muttered to the Corporal.
Trooper Judd tripped over and the Chaos scum swung and decapitated the unlucky Trooper, blood spraying like a fountain.
“Let’s kill this bastard!” Corporal Cyst bellowed and his men surged forwards.
The Librarian was pissed. They all could see it in his eyes. “Provide cover, I’m going to kill these damned men!” He yelled and they nodded.
They opened fire from the ruined building into the enemies Tactical Squad and the ash blew all around, creating a shroud of white that suited the sky very well. “Brother Blest, scan the ruins for any sign of the traitor.” Ordered the Sergeant and Blest nodded then turned his head slowly from left to right.
“No sign of life sir!” He reported.
Librarian Avid clambered up the ruins and got on top just in time to see the Deathwing turn their attention to the last of the Guardsmen.
“That’s it!” He uttered and starting speaking the tongue of the warp, summoning his magic, but none would come. He tried again, but nothing happened. Then he knew. “DAMNED STORM!” He cried out.
Librarian Avid ducked behind the ruins as auto-cannon fire smashed into the wall above him and Storm Bolter fire smashed into the ground around him as he coward behind a chunk of metal. A bolter round hit the metal and found a chink in his armour. Searing pain sawed through him and he doubled over in agony.
He got out his emergency medical kit and got the bullet out with a grunt and sewed the wound shut in time to see the Deathwing charge in. The Guardsmen held firm though surrounded on all sides and despite the pain he was impressed in those mere mortals’ morale and courage, even as two more were pulped by those damned Power fists.
Corporal Cyst blocked a swing from the Ravenwing traitor Sergeant with his barrel and pressed forward with his small knife. He got in under the guard of the Sergeant and swung, but was off balance and hit the neck protector of the traitor. The Sergeant just grinned evilly and Cyst felt cold metal against his lower chest. He stumbled back, the noise of battle and the screams of the dying all around him not registering. He fell to his knees but felt nothing but peace.
And collapsed.
Librarian Avid saw those final few Guardsmen got smashed to bits and he grimly spat out blood.
“Sir you have to go, us two will… Buy you some time, but you’ve got to get out of HERE…!” The vox-line was cut short. But he understood.
“Devastators, this battle is lost but the war hasn’t. We have to retreat and then after we can tend to the wounded on this field. Librarian out.” He muttered into his vox link.
Book of the Brotherhood Chapter 5 Molov, Verse 2: Molov's Fallen Heroes
The enemy fortress was as worse built as a fortress built by a Ork warband and was easily recognisable as anything Librarian Avid had seen. Since that horrible bloodbath at what was now called by those who witnessed it the Fire-fight of the Falling White.
A month later and they finally found the haven to the Chaos Cultists after a Chaos Destroyer landed there. The four fallen that escaped the blood shed had left behind their hulking terminator armour in order to escape the mighty Librarian. The Sergeant of the Terminator Squad was now rumoured to now be leading this cult with his finest soldiers in the band as his bodyguard, but they will all fall. They were cowering behind their precious Aegis Defence lines that they scrapped together from probably destroyed ruins.
The Librarian looked over to the Colonel-Commissar and still couldn’t believe he was still standing after being blasted away, and neither he could believe that Marbo was only trapped under the debris of the exploding building he was in. The Colonel was now beside his men, despite the doctors orders. He had to respect the Colonel as he was like a living re-incarnation of what a mighty Astartes would do, he would fight until he couldn’t and even then he would. That blasted warp-storm was dealt with by Inquisitor Adrius and now Avid could breath easier.
“All forces in position?” He asked through his vox-link. Everyone was in position and he could see that from where he was standing but he had to be sure.
He was with his Devastators, under the command of Sergeant Jihad after Holed was stabbed to death when they got ambushed some time ago.
“Men, do not fail the Emperor today!” Shouted the Librarian.
“We shall take this church for the Emperor!” The Colonel raced forward, with co-Colonel Fist, the only survivor of the squad he lead back on the Fire-fight of the Falling White, a chain-fist cut him open but he survived as the ash sealed the wound. He was carrying the Grenade Launcher which belonged to the late Corporal Amos, a symbol of how the Forces of Order will always prevail. The Colonel smashed the door down and swept left and right. Nothing.
“Men, we will hold this sacred place in the name of the Emperor!” He nodded as they all trailed in, alert. It was a small church, based around a saint, but he couldn’t work out who it was. It looked like it was long abandoned, the ash-spiders and the other rodents who were a pest to this place overrunning it.
The new Tactical Squad under the command of Brother Ohed moved under the cover of the light ash storm that was brewing. They reached a reasonable cover. “Marines and Guard, I have a plan of attack that will work. We chop them up from our range and they will have to come to us, giving us more range. Short, detached bursts of fire to lay down cover so that we can slowly draw them out.” Came the Librarians vox-link and the Marines adjusted their bolters and set them to semi-automatic.
Brother Bakst peered around the corner with his missile launcher. “Tightly packed, this’ll be easy!” He laughed and took aim with his launcher. He calmed his nerves and pulled the trigger. The missile rushed from his metal cylinder with small gout of flame. A second later the ground rocked slightly and an explosion lit the skyline.
“Good kill, two dead, good kill.” The Librarian sighed.
Bolter fire made the victory cut short as Brother Bakst hid behind his shoulder pad retreated back around the corner. “Those damned bastards.” He spat as he looked at his wrecked shoulder pad.
“All Devastators line up fire, cross-hatch ‘em till they don’t move no more!” Sergeant Jihad whooped boisterously.
The Marines took aim and fires lit up the sky and ground. Those Aegis defence lines no good against their tearing fire and two more were shot off the Aegis hill.
Bolter-fire lit up the twilight as the enemy finally found them and rallied. “Sir, I don’t know what the enemies doing, but well have a look!” Jihad gave Brother Avid the Thermal binoculars and the Librarian bore his eyes into the scope.
“Then you know as much as me Sergeant, but they’ll show their hand soon enough!” He gruffly spat.
The Chosen accompanied by one of the Combat Squads and the Fallen Brother Vughs, moved to the west, in the cover of the ruins.
Sergeant Ohed turned away from the incoming Bolter fire to reload his own Bolter when he saw Brother Visage get blown into a bloody pulp and he fell back. He glanced over the dead comrade to see a mutilated Dreadnought standing there, solid and immovable. “We’re gonna have a problem here men…” He gulped.
“Marbo, it’s a good time to come in now!” The vox-link screeched in his ear and he quickly shut it off before adjusting his camo-cloak over him, ash covering the thing. “Not yet…”
The enemy was too concealed; the Bolter fire wasn’t doing anything. “Come on men, something’s got to happen!” The Librarian hollered on and the Sergeant wished he could plant a Chainsword between Avid’s shoulder blades, not for the first time either.
Librarian Brother Avid heard screeching from above and stared to see twisted beings beyond recognition of man or machine or daemon fall from the sky. No, they weren’t falling from the sky; they were flying towards the ground…
Only one thing in the Book of the Damned read this: Raptors.
They fell in the middle and screeched and everyone instantly ducked.
“Fire onto them now!” The Librarian bellowed, impatience trying to hide his fear. Real life Warp Creatures, nothing had prepared him for this.
They seemed to dance elegantly before the one on the left took aim at the Devastators and fired its plasma gun. A molten beam enveloped Brother Fujisan and he instantly turned into slag.
“What is that sound sir?” Asked Trooper Sid, standing up fully before walking towards the front of the Church.
Then he crumpled as auto-cannon fire ripped through his stomach, blood gushing instantly.
Everyone instantly hit the deck and any who weren’t frosty now were.
“Now.” Marbo slowly grabbed for his Demolition Charge and armed with one sleek move. He jumped up to his feet and threw it in the middle of the Chaos Marines and the Dreadnought.
He then went back into his Camo-cloak lying on his stomach.
“Job done.” He muttered. The Dreadnought started to spasm violently, black smoke gushing from its limbs. Then the Close Combat Weapon blew right off and exploded causing it to stumble a bit to the left.
The Raptors were just playing them and it was pissing off the Librarian to no end. “MISSILES TAKE THOSE DAMN MONSTERS OUT!” He yelled and the Sergeant yelped and nodded, taking aim with his Bolter with custom scope. He slowed his breathing and fired. One of the Raptors slumped down, a hole through its left eye. “Finally someone who can shoot!” The Librarian sounded almost relieved.
The Tactical Squad took aim with the Missile Launcher and it fired, catching one fully in the chest and the thing exploded into tiny fragments. One tried to escape by jumping, but a piece of Shrapnel got caught in the pack and it exploded the entire being in mid-air.
The other two were too fast.
“That’s it!” He bellowed at uttered an extremely creepy language that made the Sergeants hairs stand on end. Then Avid took aim with his Chainsword and a bolt of flame flew from the tip, enveloping another Raptor, the monsterity screaming as the flame licked at it. Then the Jet-pack exploded.
The Chaos were behaving differently and it alienated the Librarian. They were cowering behind this one piece of cover, out of range.
He turned his attention back to the last Raptor but it wasn’t there, but he could still feel its presence.
Then it screamed and blew through the roof of the Church.
The Colonel heard the screaming and ran out of the way before the Raptor burst through. It smashed through the roof, debris flying everywhere. A small meteor of Debris hit Trooper Glade in the neck, parting his head from his body. It landed and Corporal Gekas was instantly impaled by the Raptors lightening claws, torn away. It let out a howl of glee that chilled the Colonel to the very bone.
Brother Voids took careful aim through his scope onto the small slit on the Dreadnought that had claimed the lives of too many. He found his mark and fired.
There was a little chip away left by Marbo’s Demolition Charge, causing an exposed skull right where the brain was. The Emperor was watching over him and it instantly sat there, a dormant hulking wreck, wires twitching and failing.
Then it exploded.
“Get back men, this bastards mine!” The Colonel shouted with glee. He ripped out of its holster his power-sword and pointed at the evil twisted being. Apparently it knows a challenge when it sees one; he thought as the thing came charging at him. He ran forward with glee, a bounce in his step. No hesitation, no remorse, no mercy!
The thing swung its claws which he parried with ease and sent a swing at the Daemon, which the daemon blocked. They danced for the best part of five minutes, not one man giving the upper hand.
Then the Colonel thrusted and the Daemon stepped out of reach and the Colonel over-stepped.
The Raptor went in and stabbed the Colonel through the shoulder and a jolting searing pain was cast through his body. He cried out as he slumped.
But then raised his Power Sword under the armour.
Straight into the stomach and then ended up through its neck. It slumped forward and the Colonel pulled out the Power Sword. Then he grabbed the lightening claws and pulled it out with a scream. He stumbled a few steps and then fell to his knees. His comrades instantly rushed to his place. “Piss off, I’m fine, just a flesh wound!” He exclaimed as he shrugged off his comrades help.
“Sir I’m here to help, so sit down and I’ll sew up the wound.” The medic, Glide explained.
“Firstly, get some men to take out that damned corpse; don’t want the Emperor or the Unknown saint to be defile by the blood of the tainted.” He huffed out through gritted teeth.
The doors nearby the Tactical bursted open and a roar came from inside the ruined building. The Chosen sprinted out from cover and ran forward, traitors to mankind.
“Open fire; kill the Heretic, no mercy in the face of the enemy!” The Librarian shouted with a hint of glee in his voice.
The Tactical Squad, despite orders, used fully automatic on their bolters and sprayed the Chosen with shells. Two fell and the others went to ground, hiding their faces.
The Missile Launchers cracked open and a Chosen traitor went flying sideways through the building.
Then a Guardsman with a las-sniper took aim outside the church and fired, taking the Marine through the temple of its helmet and it slumped down, dead.
Marbo jumped as bullets sprayed at him. He pulled his camo-cloak over him and lied there, still as he could be. “Alive.”
The Chosen clambered to their feet and charged around the corner to face the automatic spray of the bullets of the Tactical Squad. They charge forward, easily shrugging off the hail of bullets whizzing their way. The fallen Brother who was the leader wasn’t so lucky, half his shoulder ripped away from him and he cried out, screaming in pain, but still got up and charged.
Sergeant Ohed grabbed out his chainsword and waited in stance, like he was taught, with grim determination deep within his eyes. The heretic shall burn in the flames of the Imperium!
A chosen decapitated Brother Gekas with his blade, the lifeless body slumping to the floor. The Sergeant ran forward and feinted right, but spun and the Chainsword met the face of the Chosen, biting through it instantly and half his face was cut off. He stepped over the body and charged forward towards the Fallen Brother Vughs. He swung wildly, catching the Brother in the side of the stomach, cutting through something important. The Fallen Brother slumped forward, but grinned evilly and sent his sword through Ohed and suddenly the Captain was on the floor, no pain, but no peace ever...
Librarian stared in awe at the heroism of the Marines and their sacrifice. The feats of the Colonel and all his Guard and many more. But there was still a rough road ahead. But for now he had to report to Ezekial on the dead Fallen he found and apparently he found half a dozen of them. Their bodies or what was left of them were on their way to the Rock and so was he. His training was finished and he was ready to become a full-fledged Librarian and he thought he deserved it, becoming one.
Book of the Brotherhood Chapter 5 Molov, Verse 5: Brothers of Molov
Brother Gladio of the Caliban’s Chosen glanced over his battle-brothers in pride. Three dozen of the finest soles of the Adeptus Mechanius could ever offer. With him the ever brooding Librarian Fist leant on his Force Axe, a slight irritated look in his eyes. Ever since that accident with the Dark Eldar Haywire grenade that killed the final few members of his squadron and almost blew off his leg, shattering the bone, he has been in too much pain but he has awoken on Gladio’s request and has now gone to war beside him.
“Men, the time have come. The Caliban’s Chosen have been called to aide. Almost a hundred Fallen have made Planet Fall, under the command of the once few commanders, a Fallen Librarian by the name of Laos and with the traitor the leader of the Ninth Company of the Dark Angels, Brother Foes. They’ve made dug-ins in No Man’s Land on the land on the air base of Regin, a vital source of power to Molov and without it we have lost our supply from the planets! But there is another honour, few escaped Traitor Marines we lost trail of during the Fortress raid. We shall take our vengeance to them and they will fall to our blade!” Gladio bellowed defiantly, raising his obsidian blade into the air and the men cheered.
“Sir, they’ve dug in the scattered ruins of the air-field!” Called out Brother Devastator Fusel and the sergeant nodded, thumbing his vox-link and repeating the order.
“Where? To the west of our position sir, a well defended area and one that is not to charge with ease!” The Sergeant, Brother Friar, thumbed the advice to his link; on the other end was Brother Gladio, who was waiting for the right time.
Brother Gladio looked upon the line from his vantage point on the surface looking down, the cave system providing him and his huge clad soldiers of the Deathwing of the Successor. The rest of the army was arranged in a fire-team formation, spread out with Bolters all checked and barely visible, even the monsterity of the Terminator Armour was fairly camouflaged.
“Sir, something’s not right. Our Guard had reported more Fallen. Where are they?” Sergeant Brother Friar asked, almost unnerved by the un-expected like he always was, but he was just a recruit, only a decade into being a Full Space Marine.
“Don’t worry Brother, for We Know No Fear and if they peer their heads, we’ll show them that the Vengeance of the Emperor will come to them!” Brother Gladio proclaimed…
Brother Dias sprinted in his armour and slid in the slick mud. He then took aim through his scope as the rest of his squad edged on, wading through the muddy ground. “What is it Dias?” Sergeant Brother Glaive asked through the vox-link in his helmet.
He glared through his scope calmly to see the veil of mist through the mass of the rock and mud piles, blood and bodies scattered throughout, members of the Guard that was trying to invade before.
Behind a pack of boulders, was something him and the rest of the Dark Angels and Successors that ever existed. The Fallen. He knew only because of his state in this chapter. Whether he was a Battle Brother or Deathwing, the Calibans Chosen was a family of the Adeptus Astartes and were told their troopers the ancient dark secret of the original Lion.
He held his breath as the Psyker he remembered from his briefing was within reach of his scope. He aimed, calmed down.
Then he fired.
Fallen Brother Laos spun in mid-air, but got up again, roaring to the sky.
“Take aim men, fire upon the Chaos Traitors with all the might of the Emperor!” Librarian Fist shouted gruffly to his Terminators.
The Terminators of his squads turned their Storm Bolters and under the Eye of the Emperor the guns screamed death and two of the traitors fell unmoving.
“Sir, Fallen Brother Laos and Brother Foes are advancing rapidly!” Brother Terminator Clad yelled through his vox-link.
“Then we kill-.” Terminator Brother Rays didn’t finish the sentence as he collapsed as Fallen Brother Foes fired upon the surprised squad, the entire Terminator Squad fell to their stomachs, pinned down by the constant fire.
Brother Dias slowed his breathing as he ejected another round of ammunition and slammed in another. He slowed his breathing. He fired a bolt of death, but it bounded off harmlessly.
They were still advancing rapidly so he had to order. “Brother Field, aim and gout the Flamethrower and provide cover for me.” He ordered and the Brother nodded and squirted out gout of flame that steadied with ease.
He flipped himself around the other side of the pillar of the Skyshield and trained his Bolter through the scope and took aim. He slowed his breathing. “Burn the Heretic, long live the Lion and the Emperor!” He shouted and pulled the trigger. The gun exploded and the bullet delivered Justice. The Emperors Deliverance had come to Brother Laos as he collapsed and didn’t move the eye-piece draining blood quickly.
“Emperor Protects.”
At the sight, Gladio whistled a high pitch and nodded. He leapt off the cavern and thumped onto the ground, leaping up and unslinging his Storm Bolter. He fired quickly as he went into cover on the west of the position. His brothers did the same.
With the sight of Brother Laos collapsing, Fist slammed his Force Axe to the ground and aimed it to the landing pad. “Deathwing, initiate the sequence Justice of the Imperium!” The Librarian bellowed as he jumped in the air, roared to the air and slammed his Jump-pack starter and it initiated. He flew through the air, bolt round flying harmlessly off them. They landed in the landing pad and instantly went into cover. “Take aim and pick your targets carefully. Conserve ammunition!” The Librarian roared and they fired short, controlled bursts. The Tactical Squads in the middle instantly fell back and went into cover, one of them left in the dirt, his leg blown away from the kneecap. The Librarian uttered an oath to the Lion and roared, flame flickering from his mouth. He breathed it on the lost squad member and watched the Heretic burn, screaming.
The skies flickered a brilliant light as a roar emitted from engines vile and disturbed, mutated by the warp. Falling from the sky, soldiers of Dark Green and red, but the traitors had revealed themselves, different to the Soldiers of the Forest and Water.
Brother Plaid trained his Storm Bolter with ease to the approaching traitors, beside his Brothers-in-arms and their resented but respected Librarian Fist.
“Deathwing, short bursts of fire!” Fist shouted over the roar of the battle ahead. He aimed and as one the whole squad fired upon the screaming engines of their enemy. His firing was true, the screaming shells of the Imperium’s Wrath ripped through the jetpack of the leader, a fireball coiling around the doomed traitor. The Marine crashed into another and hit the Jump-pack belt. It withdrew immediately and they both fell to their death. Fist shot another down. The Marine fell and the Jump-Pack took over and it went AWOL, flying everywhere.
Brother Foes grinned from afar and Calibans Chosen Brother Dias knew what was going to happen. Brother Foes took aim and Brother Pikas flew off his feet, dying in mid-air. They all took cover in the rocky crop. He twisted to Brother Sergeant Glaive and turned the Space Marine around, to see a Bolter round had captured the Sergeant through the eye-piece. But that wasn’t the worse thing. A shout echoed through the battle-field and Brother Dias peered around the rock cluster, to see Foes charging him and his pinned Marines. “Ah Emperor.” He huffed.
“Full automatic, don’t conserve ammunition, this Traitor has to die!” He cried out to the other two.
“Well let’s take this bastard with us, for the Astartes and the Emperor!”
Brother Foes was barely meters away, roaring. All of the Space Marines grabbed out their swords and waited. Foes hit the small firing force, sliding his sword through the neck of Brother Rhoads, beheading the man. Brother Field gouted flames at the Fallen who then ripped through that and an ebony coloured sword slid through his mouth piece. It was just him left, the only Marine of the squad left. Now or never.
“Sir, Brother Sergeant Glaive and his squad have been dispatched by Brother Foes.” Gladio heard the Devastator Sergeants report, and looked on as Librarian Fist decapitated the final Assault Marine left.
Storm Bolter fire erupted from the sky-shield landing pad, cutting down muddy figures of the Fallen Marines under watchful eyes, then breathed, smoke drifting from his nose, and he breathed flame, the fire catching on the corpses and jumped swiftly.
After a time, the pinned enemy was slowly cut down. “Halt Fire, where did the final Marine go?” He scanned the dirt and searched through his lifeforce energies, but couldn’t find anything. He heard a slight bing of a bullet on metal and his head flew to the place. He saw slight movement where there was no body. Camo-cloaks.
He huffed again and blew fire again, the flimsy cloaks no match for the fiery inferno. Two lied still in the flame while the others wreathed, but escaped their cloaks and rolled in the mud, trying to flee.
Brother Foes collapsed as Krak Missiles pounded around him, one catching his leg, which sent him flying backwards. When the dust cleared, the stumbling Fallen had his whole stomach ripped open, but before the Sergeants eyes, it was repairing itself slowly and steadily. Bolter fire then screamed at him, making it impossible to see the commander. They cut the fire off as they saw Foes standing there, coughing and spitting blood and holding his stomach in a formation of pain, even with his helmet on. Bolter fire erupted, three bullets from the Sergeant himself ripped through the armour to mend his right arm a complete pulp.
Then he charged…
Foes ran forward despite the internal bleeding that was evident in his posture. He graciously leapt onto the building and climbed, Bolter fire rapidly firing his way but he just leapt once more and killed Brother Paestum point blank with his bolt pistol, and flung himself around to face the Sergeant.
“For the Emperor and the Lion!” He bellowed and swung his chainsword to behead the Fallen, who ducked, wrapped himself inside the guard of the Sergeant and stabbed his heart. The Sergeant gurgled once and then died. His chainsword hung limply in his hand and he gave one last tug on it and the chain bit through the armour and into the flesh as he died. The Fallen roared and threw the Sergeant off his sword.
Fist aimed once more at the pinned scouts and fired and that was that, the Scouts had it, and scrambled away to the cliff. He sprayed once more as they reached the cliff off this rock and two pitched forward, jumping off a cliff and one dropped dead in mid air, dropping like a sack of potatos.
Out of nowhere, a grizzly howl emitted everywhere and suddenly, as if out of thin air an enemy Terminator Squad landed in the West, around fifty yard from Belials Squad and instantly did the same, firing heavily and jumping into cover.
Foes kicked Brother Piouas and the Marine fell off the spire and hit the ground below, impaling himself on a small missile, which ripped his body in half.
He flipped over Brother Ouray and stabbed him in the back, left the ebon sword in his chest as he crumpled and fired point blank into Brother Hasp, the Marine crumpling.
“Maximum Resistance Retreat, we have to lower him where we can spread out and get him in-.” Brother Roafu hollered before he was torn apart by Foes Bolt Pistol.
They retreated slowly, a cover of fire covering their retreat, Foes slowly backing them out.
A missile flew out of nowhere, smashing Brother Dodson in the face and exploded, catching Brother Polkas square in the face with a piece of shrapnel, killing him instantly. Bolter fire then erupted, catching Brother Piazza through a chink in his chest, ripping through his chest and dropping him and another pot shot got Brother Goliad in the head. Brother Sergeant Froude ran into cover and was instantly vaporized, another Plasma Blast smashed through Brother Flask, glancing Gladio in the side of the face. He screamed but kept going, the pain excruciating.
Brother Tenebris stopped in his tracks, stopping his huge metal exo-skeleton in its tracks, the feet gripping to the muddy patch of ground. His frame groaned and cricked as it turned fully around, the huge exhausts chuffing black smoke into the air. He looked through his eye-slit with his robotic eyes to see the Fallen Brothers charge at him, firing Storm Bolters to him. He reacted quickly and his mummified brain got the Machine Spirit to take over his corpse Machine. It was a choice full of risk, but he knew that the Traitors were fast and deadly, and his Machine since the Krak Missile that hit and wounded his circuitory systems, the motion was delayed. He breathed and went into watch mode. The Machine Spirit gouted fire and the Terminators were engulfed, the nearest one was running, his fist charged fully. The Machine Spirit grabbed the punching arm of the Terminator and pulled the traitor in, the Close Combat arm installed ripped through the Terminator armour like cheese, the entire back of the Terminator scrap metal. The Traitor fell to the floor lifeless as the Terminator ripped out its spinal cord. “By the Lion and the Chapter, die Traitors!” He roared.
Tenebris looked through the heated battle, the Machine Spirit fending off the Terminators, when he saw the Bone White Armour of the Terminators, their green and blue faces dropping from nowhere.
“To the Victory of the Imperium!” Sergeant Auks bellowed and charged the Fallen Brethren.
Belial looked around, his face slowly eating his face away. He found one of the Fallen from the Records of the Annuals that was supposedly working for the Chaos Band, leading a small squad of Elites, also Traitors, but not from the original battle of the Lion, the Fall of Caliban. He smiled grimly and roared, taking aim.
“Burn the heretic, for they Betrayed the Emperor, the Lion and all!” He roared and charged the squadron.
The Fallen Traitors snapped their helmets to stare in awe at him, and quickly cocked their guns and fired. He hid behind his shoulder pad, and roared again as their bullets bounced off, so they drew their swords and the leader, Fallen Brother Laski drew his hammer, charging it with electricity. He leapt in the air and landed to the side of a brother, punching the fallens helmet with his Terminator fist. The helmet crumpled and the Chaos filth crumpled with it. He then turned and hid as Bolter shells were fired and trained his Storm Bolter onto the Fallen, blowing the armour inwards and throwing the Fallen off his feet. “I challenge you all to face the Wrath of the Lion and you will fall before my feet and grovel, in the name of the Emperor!” He roared and the Fallen stepped forward.
“It would be the Pleasure of me to take your skull in the name of Khorne, Blood for the Blood God!” The Fallen Captain laughed in glee and stepped forward, hammer unslung.
Brother Josef was the first to fall as he was stabbed through the back with a Power Sword and fell limp by a Fallen Brother Olaf. Brother Fotiadis charged forward with his Power Fist, throwing it towards Olaf. The Fallen blocked with his free fist, and aimed his Storm Bolter point blank and Brother Fotiadis’ face turned to a pulp. Brother Sergeant Khans stabbed up, and the Fallen fell to his knees, a sword through his head. He retracted it and turned around, a Storm Bolter pointed to his face. “For Khorne!” He laughed and Brother Khans head blew to a pulp.
Brother Gladio traded blow after electrical blow with the Fallen Brother, so much in fact an electrical field surrounded them.
After so long, the Fallen and Gladio were out of breath, the electrical weapons slowly draining their spirits.
Then Fallen Brother Laski made one mistake.
He swung low to the feet and Gladio stabbed downwards through bone and out. He withdrew the blade and twirled it around in his hands, and kicked the Sergeant down, his sword at the heart of the Traitor. “This is where your life began as part of our sacred chapter. This is the Emperor, the Lion and the Astartes and you dishonoured this vow and oath. For that, I speak from the Emperor that you, Brother Laski, are seen forfeit of the rite of the Dark Angels Space Marine.” He hollered and pressed his blade and it slid through bone and flesh like it was butter.
“The Emperor’s Wrath is vied through me!” He bellowed.
Brother Gladio swung his sword around his head and slashed down at a Fallen as he tried to plunge his chainsword into his belly. The wound only opened some armour chinks. Gladio kicked the Fallen and he stumbled backwards, and then he plunged the sword through the chest of the Fallen and he fell down like a sack of potatoes.
Storm Bolter fire erupted once more to the Marines still holding the building and the Fallen cowered behind cover. One tried to fire back and the Librarian took aim and blew its head off.
Tenebris took control as he grabbed the Terminator by the head, throwing the Traitor across the field of battle. But he realised too late. He heard the crackle of electricity and his mechanical beast tried to turn, but his will wouldn’t compete with the tank. He felt a sharp pain and roared, but nothing would come out. He felt the life-support slowly detaching, the artificial blood leaking out of his system. The mechanical beast fell down flat.
Librarian Fist saw the fireball that engulfed the last Terminator left, a name of Brother Forsa, but he roared and charged up towards his men.
Brother Gladio kicked out and caught a Fallen through the chest, sending the Traitor flying to the ground. He leapt and landed with his left foot on the flailing Fallen. “In the name of the Lion and the Dark Angels!” He roared and his Power Sword crackled with energy as it met armour and slid through it straight into the heart. The flailing soldier fell still and quiet, unmoving. He looked up to Librarian Fist in his bloodied helmet. He wiped the blood away and bellowed.
Brother Forsa bounded up the stairs and appeared on the Landing Pad. Brother Pious sprinted up and took aim with his Power Fist. He threw his Power Fist out to destroy Brother Forsa, who simply grabbed the now beleagued Brothers fist and fired point blank into his face with his Storm Bolter into his face. Brother Pious dropped like a sack of Potatoes and Brother Forsa, the Traitorous Bastard, leapt forward and just as he was to reach Fist, Brother Sergeant Loki rammed into him, sprawling both of them to the floor in a bloodied combat. Out of the smoke, charged out Brother Foes who pointed an Ebony blade at the Librarian, who then stepped forward, his Force Axe crackling with energy.
They charged each other.
Brother Gladio turned to see a green Space Marine lingering in the shadows, his helmet smashed in a dozen places. “Bring it you Traitor!” He roared to the Traitor. The Traitor ran faster than Gladio could imagine as he threw away his Storm Bolter and unsheathed his bloodied Power Sword, the blade crackling with energy. The Tactical Marine fired Plasma bolts into him but he stood his ground and shrugged them off in his armour. The lone Marine threw his Plasma Pistols out and unsheathed his chainsword.
The Chainsword revved and they engaged in combat. Trading blow after blow with each other.
But his right eye was failing him and he struggled to keep it open. Soon it closed and with it, the entire right half of his face going numb. He pushed to Brother Foes desperately, swinging his Sword through an arc that he knew would throw him off balance, but he was tired of war and tired of dying. After three hundred years of living of death and violence, he had been ready to die.
He swung hard and Foes dodged and flipped around his armour. “For Chaos!” Foes grinned and swung his chainsword through the right side of his face and as Gladio fell down, he knew he would be in a better place.
Sergeant Loki ripped the mask of Forsa, leaving him exposed. Through the gash in his forehead and his bloodied cheek, he grabbed the Fallens head with his hands and squeezed, headbutting the Fallen and reached for his knife. He unsheathed it with his mouth and spat it into his hands. Before Forsa had time to react, the blade was through his head and he fell still.
Loki got himself slowly up to see the Librarian kick the Dark Angel Fallen down and grabbed his arms, quickly binding him through ancient incantations only the Chaplains knew and bound him.
This battle was over. Now he knew it was back to the Rock, where the final few annals would be recorded and their Traitors that were caught were to be interrogated by none other than Ezekial and he knew as well as any in the Chapter that they would break…
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