Post by arandomshadow on Jul 22, 2008 12:00:24 GMT -5
This is the first piece of 'serious' fluff I've written. I wrote it about three months ago when I was working on my Space Marine Chapter, the Blades of Purity. I also posted this into a competition on Tau Online and happily came joint 4th.
It's more of a Prologue than anything as I hope to expand on this at some point and go on to write about the founding of the Blades of Purity, their history with the Blood Angels and their accomplishments.
He couldn't hear anything. His vision was blurred. Gradually his senses started to return and he smelt burning and smoke. After a short while Brother Camadus gathered some strength and dragged himself behind the safety of a large boulder. He leant there, patiently, trying to figure out what had happened. Where were Sergeant Vanguinius, and the rest of his brothers? Leaning, across the boulder Camadus could just see what appeared to be the remains of a Rhino, coveted in smoke and flames. He tensed. He could hear voices:
"The little b*st*rds never new what hit 'em,"
"Hurry up! You know what he'll do if we're late again."
As the voices started to fade away Camadus glanced at the back of the beings who had just taken the lives of his fellow marines, without a care in the world. He could make out the markings and unkempt look of they're armour. They were Plague Marines.
Camadus waited a while after the Chaos troops had been lost from view, just to be safe. As soon as he thought it was clear he made a dash for the wreck, still burning gently. He saw his beloved friend, Vanguinius. He felt his stomach wretch a little at the state he was in. But this wasn't the time to grieve. Though he couldn't help finding a way to blame the Blood Angels who had banished them from their Chapter. If it wasn't for them.........If it wasn't for them none of these great soldiers would be dead right now!
There was something Camadus hadn't yet realised. He was being watched by a small group of Cultists, about five by his reckoning. Unfortunately for him, Camadus was too busy looking for any weaponry that hadn't been melted by the d**n plasma. After a while he managed to find a chainsword which was in a good enough condition to use, if he needed it: he hoped not.
Camadus had heard the Cultists whispering about their new find. Stupid and ambitious: he smiled to himself. They were unlike him; he wasn't stupid enough to try and win a fight, he knew he would be instantly surrounded and slain. Instead he decided to walk in the opposite direction at a brisk pace, admiring the lush green hills and sandy shore as he went, or so his watchers thought.
After walking around a sharp corner he casually ducked into a small ditch at the bottom of a hill, and waited.
It wasn't long before the cultists arrived. They walked straight up to the cliff face and sat down, obviously puzzled as to where the marine had gone, to Camadus' amusement though his merriness soon left him as he began to feel hate and anguish. He knew exactly what he wanted: he wanted revenge.
After thoroughly thinking through several techniques he decided he would just show himself and take them all at once, like a true marine should. He pulled himself out of his hiding place, making a lot of noise as he did so as he wanted the Cultists to know he was there early on. He stood there, motionless, looking straight into their eyes, left hand clenched, the other tightly gripping the chainsword. He was ready. One of them was obviously a bit too eager for his own good; he ran straight at Camadus only to have the sword slashed across his torso, spilling his blood and guts. Only four left. The other three weren't so stupid, shame, he thought. They spread out and started to walk forward, Camadus just stood there, looking down. They quickened their pace, Camadus was motionless. They charged at the marine: he had been expecting it. He ran forward and beheaded the leader, then with great flexibility swung round and smashed the chainsword straight through the second Cultist’s side: one more to go. He turned just in time, dodging a blow from the final Cultist and retaliating with sheer force; Camadus thrust the sword through his opponent’s body and twisted before wrenching it back out.
The Space Marine casually strapped his trusty chainsword to his waist, turned his back to the limp bodies and started walking off back the way he had come.
- Shadow
It's more of a Prologue than anything as I hope to expand on this at some point and go on to write about the founding of the Blades of Purity, their history with the Blood Angels and their accomplishments.
He couldn't hear anything. His vision was blurred. Gradually his senses started to return and he smelt burning and smoke. After a short while Brother Camadus gathered some strength and dragged himself behind the safety of a large boulder. He leant there, patiently, trying to figure out what had happened. Where were Sergeant Vanguinius, and the rest of his brothers? Leaning, across the boulder Camadus could just see what appeared to be the remains of a Rhino, coveted in smoke and flames. He tensed. He could hear voices:
"The little b*st*rds never new what hit 'em,"
"Hurry up! You know what he'll do if we're late again."
As the voices started to fade away Camadus glanced at the back of the beings who had just taken the lives of his fellow marines, without a care in the world. He could make out the markings and unkempt look of they're armour. They were Plague Marines.
Camadus waited a while after the Chaos troops had been lost from view, just to be safe. As soon as he thought it was clear he made a dash for the wreck, still burning gently. He saw his beloved friend, Vanguinius. He felt his stomach wretch a little at the state he was in. But this wasn't the time to grieve. Though he couldn't help finding a way to blame the Blood Angels who had banished them from their Chapter. If it wasn't for them.........If it wasn't for them none of these great soldiers would be dead right now!
There was something Camadus hadn't yet realised. He was being watched by a small group of Cultists, about five by his reckoning. Unfortunately for him, Camadus was too busy looking for any weaponry that hadn't been melted by the d**n plasma. After a while he managed to find a chainsword which was in a good enough condition to use, if he needed it: he hoped not.
Camadus had heard the Cultists whispering about their new find. Stupid and ambitious: he smiled to himself. They were unlike him; he wasn't stupid enough to try and win a fight, he knew he would be instantly surrounded and slain. Instead he decided to walk in the opposite direction at a brisk pace, admiring the lush green hills and sandy shore as he went, or so his watchers thought.
After walking around a sharp corner he casually ducked into a small ditch at the bottom of a hill, and waited.
It wasn't long before the cultists arrived. They walked straight up to the cliff face and sat down, obviously puzzled as to where the marine had gone, to Camadus' amusement though his merriness soon left him as he began to feel hate and anguish. He knew exactly what he wanted: he wanted revenge.
After thoroughly thinking through several techniques he decided he would just show himself and take them all at once, like a true marine should. He pulled himself out of his hiding place, making a lot of noise as he did so as he wanted the Cultists to know he was there early on. He stood there, motionless, looking straight into their eyes, left hand clenched, the other tightly gripping the chainsword. He was ready. One of them was obviously a bit too eager for his own good; he ran straight at Camadus only to have the sword slashed across his torso, spilling his blood and guts. Only four left. The other three weren't so stupid, shame, he thought. They spread out and started to walk forward, Camadus just stood there, looking down. They quickened their pace, Camadus was motionless. They charged at the marine: he had been expecting it. He ran forward and beheaded the leader, then with great flexibility swung round and smashed the chainsword straight through the second Cultist’s side: one more to go. He turned just in time, dodging a blow from the final Cultist and retaliating with sheer force; Camadus thrust the sword through his opponent’s body and twisted before wrenching it back out.
The Space Marine casually strapped his trusty chainsword to his waist, turned his back to the limp bodies and started walking off back the way he had come.
- Shadow