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Oriantation Day ....and another tale from 40k
"Blasted thing!" Barnson said as he used a standard issuse multitool to tighten his agmented arms elbow.
"Stop pickin at it." Erikson joked from the seat across form him. "Just be grateful you managed to get one before we left."
"I would be better off without one for all the good this peace of glorifyed scrap has done." Barnson said spitefully as he rolled down his dress uniforms sleave.
Barnson and Erickson sat in the hold of a small cramped cargo ship on their way to their new assinment. Barnson pushed aside the bag on his lap and put the tool back into its proper pouch. Barnson had black hair with a thin face, build as well and green eyes. His new arm was a poor substitute for it predisseser. The arm had only two fin
The end of a life...... .....and another tale from 40k
Unberialble pain. Flashes of images flew before her eyes. A man in black, bladed tools, and explosions. All crashed into reality as she opened her eyes. Her throut hurt as she took her first counsions breath. She looked around ,what appered to be an operating room, to see bladed tools hanging on a nearby wall, freshly used. She could not remember were she was or 'who' she was for that madder. As she tryed to put her left hand to her head it stoped. she was straped down to a table. The straps were at her wrists, legs, waist and neck. Fear took her as she strugled to get free. Finally her left hand got free with a rip. But before she went to free her other hand she saw it. Her hand was not her hand anymore. It was five long bladed,segmented claws one shorter for a thumb. The blades were attached to a metal box that had re
The Joy Riding Chaplain ....and another tale from 40k
Trooper Kara Barmears was looking out her vantage point ,a blown out window, and could not beleave what she was seeing. Kara was a New Spengalem Specter of the hive city Argerino on the planet Mandula. The New Spengalem Specters were some of the best city fighter in the Imperium and have been compaired to ghost of old for their gurrila warfare and estensive use of camo cloaks. Do to the natural accuring virases on the planet all Mandulans over the age of 12 wore chem masks supplying pink colored treatment chems to the owner to sustain their life ever twenty minutes. Kara chem container on her chest hissed as a pink mist filled her mask. She did not notice and her breathing did not change but she felt the adrenilin pump through her vains as the chems did their work prolonging her condition.
The battle field wa
Roll Call ....and another tale from 40k
Watch Captain Erik Dorian finished reading the file and put the data slate down on his desk. The captain was in all black armor, exsept for the right arm witch was silver, and had the right shoulder, yellow, the only remaining color from his chapter. The captain had a blonde short beard with well trimed neck length hair put behind his ears. His jaw was thin but stong and square. his nose was slitly up turned at the end and slightly crooked to the left. and his eyes were well spaced and even with hassal iresis.
"On a train?" The Imperial Fist asked his subordinate Walter who stood across the desk.
"Indeed mylord. Quite an adventure if I do say so myself, sir." Walter stood strate and proud his red robes finly pressed and maintaned. W
No tickets, no problem ....and another tale from 40k
Ivar Slivermain felt the woosh of air go through his shoulder length whight hair as the bridge flow away from him. The train bumbed and swayer on its tracks as Ivar got up and hefted his heavy bolter. His grey blue armor, as well as the top of his head, shined in the middays light. The space wolf curced as he watch the bridge he had just been on, speed away as the train rounded the corner. He strocked his long braided beard analising the situation.
"Blasted Dark Eldar and there tricks. They never fight fair" Ivar said to himself.
Ivar and his brothers had been in system when a call went out of a Dark Eldar raid in progress. Ivars commander wasen't one to miss an opertunity and ordered a search and distroy operation. Ivar had thought that a litt
The Big Game part 3 ....And another tale form 40k
The path was steep, almost forcing Yuell to climb. His team had made it halfway, according to Yuells scanner, then they heard fighting. The loud thumping of a heavy bolter could be heard up ahead. Yuell increased his pase hoping the others could keep up especsialy Barnson with his heavy flamer. Yuell looked back to see the the weapon was giving him no trouble at all and carryed it one handed and use the other to climb. Yuells ears picked up the fermiluar sound of servos coming from the troopers arm. It was a prothstetc. Yuells mind almost went in to detail on how to conect the nurve ending to metel and had to stop him self. Flashing light in tune with the bolter sounds apeared at the end of the tunnle. Yuell readyed his bolter and charged forward. The tunnle ended in a balcony over looking a domed caver
The Big Game part 2 .....And Another Tales From 40K.
Yuell two hearts were beating at peak efficientcy as the team joged as the ever nerrowing tunnel dragged on. The tunnel ceiling was so high it was out of visual sight and the walls were so close it made it so only one marine could go at a time. Sgt Marson lead the group followed by Hallson. Yuell was in the middle followed by Erikson and Barnson. Yuell did not know why but the two troopers had stuck to him. Mabey because he had talked to them like a teacher to a student or more likly is that Yuell was moving cover. Yuell didn't care. His mind was fully foucused on the mission now.
"Infutation team Whiskey to command! I repeat we are compromised alert the other teams! Our presence in know! I repeat..." Yelled the female Trooper in to he
The Big Game "Whats that stuff Apothecary Yuell?" asked stormtrooper Derrem.
"Bioplasma resido. Its old and dry its a insuffichent sample for what I need." responded the white armored Red Scorpian Apothecary as he got up from the ground stooping to avoid the low cealing of the cavern.
"How old brother?" asked the massive grey form of Sergent Marson form ahead in the tunnel.
Apothecary Yuell double checked his analiser gauntlet to be sure.
"About three days at the most sir."
"Good were getting close." responded Sgt Marson almost to himself.
The expidition of 12 stormtroopers and 6 space marines continued their advance deeper into the depths beneath underhive Zartirina. They were on the hunt for a most elusive foe. Genestealers. The local governer had know of this problem from the moment it sta
Its what Brothers do. Captain Samule Galahan of the Storm Wardens chapter slamed another clip into his bolt pistel and let off three more shots into the heretical Space marines chest finally stoping his clime.
"FALL BACK TO THE THUNDERHAWK!" He strong jaw bellowed as mud, rain and blood driped from his mutonchop and mustash combo.
Captain Galahan lept from the rubble of stone that was once a statue to his holyness the God-Emperor and landed next to his shatered squad and a hand full of the remaning loyal PDF forces. The city had fallen before Capt Galahan and his team had even arived. The planet of Carzan III had requested the help of the chapter in dealing with the enserection only a week ago but in truth the blasfemers had block all comunications and sent the trancmition themselfs when they were ready for the marines. They brought the chapter here to please the apitite of there thurst blood god Korne. The chaos marines wer
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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