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Pyromaniac Hellhound Pilot






Hello to everyone who can and cannot log in to DakkaDakka!

I am going to attempt a little fan fiction, this story is about twins who are trying to become Astartes. The goal is to write an entertaining story that appeals to the 40k reader, I try to do this by focusing on Astartes weaknesses. Hopefully by constantly focusing on the vulnerable side of Space Marines we will perhaps relate or even connect with them a little bit better. I know a lot of writers try to make their DIY Chapter superior compared to others but, I have no intent in doing that I simply want to be able to fit my puzzle piece into the puzzle called 40k fiction.

The Undaunted

Chapter 1

Small beams of sunlight penetrated the rainforest’s canopy and illuminated the massive headless snake whose black body twitched even in death. Steam from the humidity of the jungle was not the cause of Kenar’s cold sweat as he stared at the head of the Deji who seem to mock him as the taste of Kenar’s saliva became salty and oily. The Deji was the most feared predator on the planet and rightfully so for its venom left its prey paralyzed in a coma. The victim does not die from paralysis but from another source such as dehydration, drowning, or being ripped to pieces by scavengers or worse.

Dying is not an option he kept telling himself as he examine his colossal choices, his only chance of survival was to stay above ground, which meant climbing one of the jungle trees. Kenar decided to climb a massive brown tree that was covered with green foliage. He tugged on one of the vines; smiling briefly once he knew it could bear his weight. The poison made reaching his intended spot difficult, exhausted and losing feeling in his extremities he was force to settle for an uncomfortable branch that could support him.

He was starting to lose control of several body parts as he pulled his golden Aquila from his bag. The only thing preventing him from becoming an Astartes was surviving the Deji’s attack and taking the Aquila to one of the Keeps scattered across the planet. He also grabbed his picture of his family out of his bag and placed it in his lap. The picture of his brother, sister, and ailing mother had been his motivation throughout the trial it along with the Aquila was a source of comfort to Kenar.

Kenar thought about his twin brother, who was probably at one of the Keeps by now. Zar was smart; he was the analytical type using information to gain an advantage in any situation. He probably created and executed a plan that got him to a Keep within a week. Kenar’s eye lids closed no longer able to control them, tears started to roll down his cheeks as reality settled in, he had let his family down, he would die a failure.

*****

As the Master of Recruits for the Undaunted Chapter Balta enjoyed the sound of bolter fire, there was nothing more satisfying to Balta than hearing neophytes training, however something was wrong. The bolter fire was not interrupted and that meant his neophytes were not receiving proper instructions. The Sergeants should be making adjustments to their aim which would result in sporadic gun fire, but he was hearing an almost robotic sound of reload and fire. Balta walked around the exercise hall examining the gun ranges noticing that two of his Sergeants were absent, slightly irritated he knew exactly where they were.

The discussion between the three Sergeants seized once Balta entered the room. The surveillance area was full of scanners and monitors which tracked the surviving recruits constantly observing them as they attempted to pass the trial.

“I thought Oligi was watching the trial, how many Sergeants were assigned to this position?” Balta said looking the two Sergeants in the eye.

“One Sir, a rumor was spreading that a prospect passed the trial in 3 days breaking the record in half”, he answered knowing that Balta couldn’t care less.

Balta facial expression said it all, “The future of our Chapter is not receiving proper training and that is your response, are we teaching them abandonment?”

Abandonment a word associated with fear, something that an Astartes in the Undaunted Chapter knew nothing about. A clear insult that made both Sergeants stand and one managed to squeeze words through his teeth, “Balta, I cannot speak for him but my neophyte was given specific instructions, I wanted a quick glance at the record holder, but I was more intrigued by his twin brother who is fighting off Deji’s ven.”

“Return to your post”, Balta interrupted him partially satisfied that he managed to rattle his sergeants.

Once they were gone he studied the monitor closely, intrigued by the prospects vital signs. Oligi a Sergeant who was responsible for training three of the Undaunted Chapter’s Captains and the clear successor to Balta, asked “Do you see that?”

“Yes, his heart is racing despite the paralyzing venom, while the other ones pulse is calm and steady.” Balta said.

‘The Deji’s venom is very potent even an Astartes would struggle against it’ Oligi turn and looked Balta in the eye, ‘His twin has been staring at that photo the entire time, his pulse has been steady since day 3, as if ready for anything”.

“It is impressive.” Balta said before closing his eyes.

Oligi was caught off guard by the choice of words, this was his first time to hear Balta give anyone a compliment, it has always been ‘Not Bad’ or ‘I have seen worse’.

“What is impressive?” Oligi finally said.

After half a minute Balta open his eyes and responded, “If his brother makes it to the keep, you are to train them both keep them together for as long as possible. As for your question do you know the worse type of enemy?”

Oligi answered with a smile on his face, “An Undaunted One”.

“The enemy that refuses to die and the one who is prepared to die. Something you will not have to teach those two.” Balta said with a smirk on his face as he left the room.










This message was edited 1 time. Last update was at 2013/05/05 21:24:10


   
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I only managed to have a cursory glance over it, but this sentence caught my eye: '“One Sir, a rumor was spreading that a prospect passed the trial in 3 days breaking the record in half”, he answered knowing that Balta could care less.'

I'm not really concerned - you could in fact say that I couldn't care less - about how prevalent the phrase 'could care less' is in everyday language and on the internet, but given the context, I assume you meant 'couldn't care less'. The idiom 'could care less' might be acceptable on the internet, but outside of slang usage it's incorrect.

I apologise if it sounds like I'm jumping down your throat here, but it's a point that really needed to be made. There may come a time where literature becomes "John was PHSLing but Sam only loled cos he found it funny but not totes funny." but I will fight that with every breath in my body.

Anyway, I'd re-write the goal at the start of your story, or possibly replace it with a short blurb. Don't tell people what you want to achieve with your writing - let your writing do that itself. Instead, tell people a little about what's going to start happening. Grab a few of your favourite books from your bookshelf and read through the blurbs or author's notes to get a few clues as to how you should go about writing one for this story.

The idea is for it to be short and concise, but not final; it needs to be wrapped in an air of mystery that encourages people to read about the person or persons, or scenarios mentioned in it.

It's all well and good to say "In Paul's Adventure, Paul and his friends go on an adventure to Cloudland, a place where everyone lives on large clouds, and Caveland, where everyone lives in caves, in order to defeat Gakhead who killed Paul's family and ate his dog, Ribbons." but it not only reveals the entire storyline, it does so without encouraging anyone to read about how it goes. I know who the villain is, and how they go about trying to defeat him. It also mentions unnecessary details, such as Paul's friends (who can easily be added once the story begins) and the dog called Ribbons (which is a rubbish name for a dog).

What it does do is not reveal how they get to these lands, and it also doesn't say they will defeat Gakhead, or how they can do it, only that in order to they have to traverse these lands.

Now, rewriting that, we could go for: "Paul's world collapsed the night he witnessed the murder. His family torn from him by the hands of a cold-hearted killer, all thoughts of a peaceful life are shattered by a single wish: vengeance."

Very, very short, it reveals only what would have been revealed in the initial chapter or so. Paul is clearly the protagonist, and we are led to understand that he once thought he would live a peaceful life. Why would he think that? It's not exactly normal to hope for a peaceful life unless you've recently led a chaotic one, so is there a darker side to Paul, or a side we might yet see? Could Paul's life before the story be fuelling his thirst for revenge, since surely someone would wish simply for justice?

The killer is mentioned only in passing. We aren't sure if Paul knows who it is or doesn't know. Wouldn't we want to know the name of the person who collapsed our world and shattered our dreams of peace? Not only are we interested in Paul's history and how he'll go about his quest, but we're also interested in who the killer is and what motives - if any - he had. Could the killer be linked to Paul's past? Perhaps, but we won't know unless we read the story.

You could try a longer blurb if very short ones like that don't appeal to you, but don't try to flesh them out too much, or you'll start trying to create unnecessary context, and consequently start spoiling the story. It's also possible to lead the blurb with a quote from the first few chapters, but that's not really doable unless you write several chapters in advance, so it's not really expected of casual writing, which is usually just written chapter by chapter, posted as each one comes.


Now we've got that sorted, let's move on a bit.

If I have a failing - and I do have many - then it's that I despise starting chapters off with 'the'. I've done it once or twice, and hated it every time. Even more than that, though, I hate starting the first chapter with 'the'. I see 'the' at the start of a book, and I close it; my interest flies south for the winter, decides it's quite nice down there after all and invests in a house, finds a wife, and starts a family. Nearly every book which has an opening sentence that starts with 'the' can have that sentence rewritten to not start with 'the'. For yours, that rewrite is as simple as "For once, the humidity of Xavier's rainforests was not the cause of Kenar's sweat". Pre-rewrite, though, I will point out that you need a comma after 'for once', otherwise the sentence tries to take on a new meaning and falls flat since the rest of it wasn't intended for it. The way you've used it is more suited for something like "I shall not need you, for once I am king I will have hundreds of slaves your equal or better!". Read my rewrite of the opening line, first with, and then without the comma and you'll see what I mean about it.

The rewrite also doesn't need to mention the anti-venom. It might be nice to mention it now, but given the next line, allow the reader time to guess why; either they guess it and read on to confirm - and then to read how it came to be so - or they read on to find out the reason - and again, how it came to be so. I included the name of what I assume to be the planet here so that other people will make the same assumption, since without them, the later mentionings of the name could easily be referencing a person. How likely is it for someone to own rainforests as opposed to owning a giant snake or other dangerous animals, or penning a survival guide?

The next line is also grammatically incorrect. For it to work, you need to put 'and' after 'illuminated', and I'd put a comma after 'snake' - so "small beams of sunlight penetrated the rainforest's canopy and illuminated the massive headless snake, whose body twitched even in death" - or change 'penetrated' to 'penetrating' and the same about the comma - so "small beams of sunlight penetrating the rainforest's canopy illuminated the massive headless snake, whose body twitched even in death".

Aside from the grammatical errors, I'd also remove the word 'rainforest' from that sentence. The first sentence already established that it's a rainforest, and so the word 'canopy' should not need clarifying. As a descriptive sentence, it's not exactly all that descriptive. It's sort of setting the scene, but the potential in that sentence is not being tapped into. Looking into a rewrite, we can observe where the potential lies, such as in describing how exactly the beams penetrate the canopy - do they penetrate the canopy, lancing through the leafy cluster like shining lasbolts? Or do small, shifting beams of sunlight infiltrate the canopy, silently slipping through slight spaces between the leafy verdant ceiling to illuminate the twitching, beheaded corpse of a giant serpent, whose scarred, pitch-black scales, each as big as a grown man's fist, glinted and glimmered with deathly beauty, and whose slender ebony fangs as long as a combat knife and coated in vivid red blood, dripped with almost fluorescent yellow venom? The first potential sentence seemed fine; it had a nice simile in it and presented the canopy as a leafy cluster, but the second sentence took it a step further, and described the snake as well as the sunlight and the canopy, and also introduced the venom right at the end.

You could go further still, describing the canopy as a vaulted ceiling of leaves, supported by sturdy brown arched branches projecting from thick columnar tree trunks, but that'd be much harder to write in, and to be honest, some people might even see the second possibility as 'purple prose', description that has gone a bit overboard and is either far too much, or just completely unnecessary, usually because the action it is describing is completely mundane - "he expertly leapt across the rushing stream, alighting neatly on the opposite bank" is fine, hell, even "he jumped across the rushing stream, landing firmly on the opposite bank" would do, but some people may go for something akin to "Flexing his powerful leg muscles, he leapt high into the air, cool wind lapping at his face and arms as he flew. Beneath him the normally calm stream ran like a raging torrent, threatening to consume him should he fall and dash him upon the stones beneath the churning waves, turning him into so many tattered ribbons of flesh and dyeing the stream crimson. The stream posed no threat, however, and like an angel from on high he alighted with a soft thud upon the firm ground on the opposite bank, the stream bubbling and hissing as if to throw curses at him for succeeding." which, to be quite honest, is very much overdoing it. He jumped over a stream; he did not perform a herculean task.

After changing that sentence, perhaps think about Kenar's senses. We have what he's seen, but what about feel? Can he feel the poison in his veins? How does that feel? Is it burning? Stinging? Throbbing? How is he breathing? Is it steady, or is it short gasps as his lungs constrict? You say that he gets the paralysis later on, but what about how he feels now? How about his hearing? Can he hear the whoops and cries of other rainforest animals? Is it eerily silent? Can he only hear his own heartbeat? What about half-heard shouts or screams? Also, what can he taste? Bile? Is he about to be sick? Can he taste blood from the previous combat? Can he simply taste the moisture in the air? What about smells? Does the snake's blood smell funny? Does its venom have a distinctive smell (this would be a nice one to include a slight description of, only to have it reappear later in the story, lending it a sense of continuity and rewarding those readers who linked the two before they are told)? Does the rainforest have any smells? All too often description is left purely to sight-based observations, when there are at least 4 (perhaps more depending on races or powers or similar things) other senses to use. You wouldn't go out one day and just use one of your senses, would you?

I'm going to leave it here for several reasons: first, I don't want to go through the entire thing picking out what is wrong, why, and how to rectify it. I've done the first two sentences, but it's best if I leave you to pick them up for yourself, and get into the habit of re-reading everything you write and being your own best (or worst) critic. That's not to say that you shouldn't ask for help or advice, but it is saying that you should read through everything yourself first and try to poke a few holes. Anything you saw and thought "it'll do", for example, is a prime target for looking at again.

The second reason I'm going to stop is because it's half past 4 in the morning, and I've already spent just shy of 2 hours writing this up.

The third reason is that, looking at this post in Microsoft Word, I've written enough for this to be considered a short story in itself rather than an advice post, and it might be easier to let everything sink in as opposed to starting off every other paragraph with "And another thing..." and bombarding you with information.

The fourth and final reason is really just a restating of the second one.

I hope this post was of some help to you - it took 2 hours and 2100 words, so it had better be - and I look forward to further installments.

This message was edited 2 times. Last update was at 2013/05/02 17:07:49


Mandorallen turned back toward the insolently sneering baron. 'My Lord,' The great knight said distantly, 'I find thy face apelike and thy form misshapen. Thy beard, moreover, is an offence against decency, resembling more closely the scabrous fur which doth decorate the hinder portion of a mongrel dog than a proper adornment for a human face. Is it possibly that thy mother, seized by some wild lechery, did dally at some time past with a randy goat?' - Mimbrate Knight Protector Mandorallen.

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This is the best constructive criticism I have received online and I am very thankful for it. I greatly appreciate your approach, you were able to show me how I can improve my writing in general by fixing two sentences. I will keep the other four senses in mind when writing, something I am guilty of. You told me what I was doing wrong and you provided examples of how to fix it, I am truly thankful for your time and effort and I hope you continue to critic my writing.

   
 
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