A WARHAMMER 40,000 STORY
Hate-Ridden. Part one.
The Chaos Legion Daemon Fangs found their target. Their pods flew through the atmosphere and smashed into the sludge. They were on the planet of the Sons of Medusa. It was barren. Swamps everywhere. There was a small building on a hill up ahead. It seemed to be a communications bunker. To the right there was a small ruin, which appeared to be a sacrificial ground. They clambered out of their pods and suddenly a siren went off. The Chaos Lord Arghzar prayed to Slaanesh for it not to be a warning. 1,000 Imperial Space Marines rushed forward onto the battlefield Bolters ripped through the flesh and armour of both sides. The Force Commander of the Sons of Medusa fired a plasma pistol at a Chaos marine. The plasma blast ripped into his chest and blood poured onto the ground, tinting the swamp red. Arghzar stepped forward to the Commander and pointed at him. "You! Now!" He shouted, his mutations reducing the audibility of his cries. "Gladly." The Force Commander replied, a slight smile on his face. He raced towards him and thrust his Force Sword towards his head. Arghzar blocked the sword with his power fist. "Your name?" Asked Arghzar. "Brother Daximus. Why?" Replied the Force Commander. "No reason." Said Arghzar as he tore Daximus' head off, with his power fist, and held it aloft. The battle continued to rage as both Chaos and Imperial marines perished at the hands of their foes. Eventually the battle was won. All that was left were corpses, Arghzar, half a possessed squad, called Morfal, and a squad of ordinary marines, called Mourier. Mourier stepped onto the ruins and called to Slaanesh for a gift. Arghzar remained in his position and Morfal fell back. Then, a mighty roar echoed over the land. Moments later, a warband of Nurgle marines appeared on the horizon. They raced forward and got into positions. One squad positioning itself on a hill, the other behind a large beast. The beast appeared to be a Lord; it had large daemonic wings and a mutated arm. Its head was covered with pustules and maggots. Arghzar hadn't been spotted yet, so he walked behind a tree. Morfal moved straight toward the enemy Nurgle marines and Mourier moved to a firing position in the ruins. They fired, a Blastmaster and Sonic blaster shot straight into the enemies, but their armour only blackened. The squad on the hill retaliated, and fired a plasma gun into the offenders. It hit a marine smack-bang in the middle of his chest, and poured blood all over the steps and rocks. He screamed as his heart exploded with the pressure of the heated plasma round. The fearsome Lord strode onto a piece of land in the middle of a deep swamp. He looked around and saw Mourier. He cried out and a Doombolt ejected from his hand and into a marine's head. He staggered backward but wasn't hurt. The Slaanesh Lord was raged by the death of one of his own marines. He hurled himself through the tree a blasted his bolter into the huge Lord. He laughed. "You make me shudder fearful mortal. I will personally see to it that you are slain!" He shouted at him. Morfal raged through the sludge, get blood and swamp splashed up their legs. Mourier once again fired at the squad on the hill, next to the communications bunker. The Blastmaster shot ripped three Nurgle marines apart, spreading the innards all over the wall of the building. The Sonic Blaster narrowly missed an enemy's head, but it smashed the door behind him open. Arghzar ran into the huge Lord, but he was too fast. His mutated arm seemed to act as a lightening claw, it slammed into Arghzar's leg, but he recovered quickly and punched him with supreme accuracy. This Lord was almost unbeatable, even his power fist didn't do anything. Then two squads, Morfal and the one following the Nurgle Lord clashed. Blood flew in strands as Morfal's gifted warriors tore into the flesh of their enemies. A power sword was brought down onto a marine, just as another head burst out of his neck. He was split into pieces, his blood soaking everyone. One of the Mourier marines noticed something down below him. A Sonic Blaster went off and tore the limbs off a Nurgle marine, who rolled down the hill screaming and spraying blood everywhere. Then the Aspiring Champion ordered them to charge. They tore down the hill towards the bloody combat. Their power weapons ripped Nurgle marines apart as they continued the massacre. Meanwhile, Arghzar and the ferocious Lord of Nurgle were still battling it out. The large arm collided with Arghzar's head, cracking the armour open. But Arghzar wouldn't have it. He smashed the opposer's chest apart with his power fist. Blood poured everywhere. The enemy Lord screamed and fell to the floor. His corpse disappeared as it got picked up by the warp. Arghzar noticed the squad on the hill and ran towards them. He stopped at the foot of the hill. The three squads eventually tore each other apart. The two Slaanesh following marines striking simultaneously at the Nurgle followers, tearing another apart with each blow. The two Slaanesh squads eventually obliterated the Nurgle marines and followed their Lord. Arghzar shouted up the hill. "Come down if you think you're hard enough!" "Never!" Replied one of the two remaining marines as he fired his meltagun at Arghzar. His helmet fell into the sludge. His horrible head was bared. He emitted a deafening screech and melted the insulting marines comrade. Then he charged up the hill and tore the Nurgle marine apart, sending the remains of him half a mile away. Blood dripped down his power fist and was covering most of his body. He walked over to the side door of the communications building and obliterated the door. He went inside and picked up the radio with his normal hand. "Call the pods down to the home planet of the Sons of Medusa. We will be waiting." He said into the comm.-link. Then he just hung up and walked away.
©Samuel Smith (a.k.a. Sauron Jr.) 15/12/02
Hate-Ridden. Part one.
The Chaos Legion Daemon Fangs found their target. Their pods flew through the atmosphere and smashed into the sludge. They were on the planet of the Sons of Medusa. It was barren. Swamps everywhere. There was a small building on a hill up ahead. It seemed to be a communications bunker. To the right there was a small ruin, which appeared to be a sacrificial ground. They clambered out of their pods and suddenly a siren went off. The Chaos Lord Arghzar prayed to Slaanesh for it not to be a warning. 1,000 Imperial Space Marines rushed forward onto the battlefield Bolters ripped through the flesh and armour of both sides. The Force Commander of the Sons of Medusa fired a plasma pistol at a Chaos marine. The plasma blast ripped into his chest and blood poured onto the ground, tinting the swamp red. Arghzar stepped forward to the Commander and pointed at him. "You! Now!" He shouted, his mutations reducing the audibility of his cries. "Gladly." The Force Commander replied, a slight smile on his face. He raced towards him and thrust his Force Sword towards his head. Arghzar blocked the sword with his power fist. "Your name?" Asked Arghzar. "Brother Daximus. Why?" Replied the Force Commander. "No reason." Said Arghzar as he tore Daximus' head off, with his power fist, and held it aloft. The battle continued to rage as both Chaos and Imperial marines perished at the hands of their foes. Eventually the battle was won. All that was left were corpses, Arghzar, half a possessed squad, called Morfal, and a squad of ordinary marines, called Mourier. Mourier stepped onto the ruins and called to Slaanesh for a gift. Arghzar remained in his position and Morfal fell back. Then, a mighty roar echoed over the land. Moments later, a warband of Nurgle marines appeared on the horizon. They raced forward and got into positions. One squad positioning itself on a hill, the other behind a large beast. The beast appeared to be a Lord; it had large daemonic wings and a mutated arm. Its head was covered with pustules and maggots. Arghzar hadn't been spotted yet, so he walked behind a tree. Morfal moved straight toward the enemy Nurgle marines and Mourier moved to a firing position in the ruins. They fired, a Blastmaster and Sonic blaster shot straight into the enemies, but their armour only blackened. The squad on the hill retaliated, and fired a plasma gun into the offenders. It hit a marine smack-bang in the middle of his chest, and poured blood all over the steps and rocks. He screamed as his heart exploded with the pressure of the heated plasma round. The fearsome Lord strode onto a piece of land in the middle of a deep swamp. He looked around and saw Mourier. He cried out and a Doombolt ejected from his hand and into a marine's head. He staggered backward but wasn't hurt. The Slaanesh Lord was raged by the death of one of his own marines. He hurled himself through the tree a blasted his bolter into the huge Lord. He laughed. "You make me shudder fearful mortal. I will personally see to it that you are slain!" He shouted at him. Morfal raged through the sludge, get blood and swamp splashed up their legs. Mourier once again fired at the squad on the hill, next to the communications bunker. The Blastmaster shot ripped three Nurgle marines apart, spreading the innards all over the wall of the building. The Sonic Blaster narrowly missed an enemy's head, but it smashed the door behind him open. Arghzar ran into the huge Lord, but he was too fast. His mutated arm seemed to act as a lightening claw, it slammed into Arghzar's leg, but he recovered quickly and punched him with supreme accuracy. This Lord was almost unbeatable, even his power fist didn't do anything. Then two squads, Morfal and the one following the Nurgle Lord clashed. Blood flew in strands as Morfal's gifted warriors tore into the flesh of their enemies. A power sword was brought down onto a marine, just as another head burst out of his neck. He was split into pieces, his blood soaking everyone. One of the Mourier marines noticed something down below him. A Sonic Blaster went off and tore the limbs off a Nurgle marine, who rolled down the hill screaming and spraying blood everywhere. Then the Aspiring Champion ordered them to charge. They tore down the hill towards the bloody combat. Their power weapons ripped Nurgle marines apart as they continued the massacre. Meanwhile, Arghzar and the ferocious Lord of Nurgle were still battling it out. The large arm collided with Arghzar's head, cracking the armour open. But Arghzar wouldn't have it. He smashed the opposer's chest apart with his power fist. Blood poured everywhere. The enemy Lord screamed and fell to the floor. His corpse disappeared as it got picked up by the warp. Arghzar noticed the squad on the hill and ran towards them. He stopped at the foot of the hill. The three squads eventually tore each other apart. The two Slaanesh following marines striking simultaneously at the Nurgle followers, tearing another apart with each blow. The two Slaanesh squads eventually obliterated the Nurgle marines and followed their Lord. Arghzar shouted up the hill. "Come down if you think you're hard enough!" "Never!" Replied one of the two remaining marines as he fired his meltagun at Arghzar. His helmet fell into the sludge. His horrible head was bared. He emitted a deafening screech and melted the insulting marines comrade. Then he charged up the hill and tore the Nurgle marine apart, sending the remains of him half a mile away. Blood dripped down his power fist and was covering most of his body. He walked over to the side door of the communications building and obliterated the door. He went inside and picked up the radio with his normal hand. "Call the pods down to the home planet of the Sons of Medusa. We will be waiting." He said into the comm.-link. Then he just hung up and walked away.
©Samuel Smith (a.k.a. Sauron Jr.) 15/12/02