WARNING: This is my first fan fiction and as such, may suck YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
DISCLAMER: I have never owned Warhammer 40000 or any part of it, that would be the job of Games Workshop
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Chaos. The heretics scourge the empire with their foul psyker powers and weaken the resolve of otherwise faithful soldiers of the imperium. More terrifying were the traitors of the emperor, once the greatest of all of the emperor's soldiers, now they are the vanguard of a demonic invasion that could wipe all of mankind in one fell sweep. On the forge world Agripinaa the people are always under threat from the Eye of terror, for if the world of Cadia were to fall, they are the next.
Dallius Adair was punching the solar cell into power cells used for lasguns, at least they are supposed to but during his tour with the PDF he had learned of the power cells many uses, from a grenade, to a method of cooking food without smoke. He had seen some combat against the feral orks but not enough in case of a raid. He sighed and said under his breath, "Emperor save me why did I come to this hellhole". Here he was staring into the jaws of the beast. The glowing ionisation of the Eye was visible even in daylight. Work was the usual 10-hour shift but under constant wartime conditions that was no guarantee. Today he was going on 13 hours and he was nearing the end of his endurance, at last he felt the foreman give him a firm pat on the back as he said "you had a good run today Dallius go home".
He gave a good long sigh and said "its about fucking time, I cant hold this pace for much longer". "It wasn't too bad today I don't what your complaining about", said the foreman. Dallius gave a chuckle, "easy for you say, the emperor seems to have given you the easy work". "No position comes without effort Dal, you think the regiments of the imperial guard went easy on there ammunition during the last black crusade? I was a line worker like you back then and things were so bad that we had people dying on the line". He took this like one of his grandfather's stories, no doubt it was hard but it was an exaggeration.
He walked home noticing the increased military traffic, Chimeras, Lemen Russ battle tanks, and the gigantic baneblades. Also he saw a heavy weapon squad setting up a heavy bolter on the corner of his street. This was normal with the wax and wane of alert levels. He arrived at his house, ha house, as if they had room for houses on a forge world. It was more like a room with a cooking unit, and a cot to sleep in. he looked outside in the dimming light and saw something in the Eye of Terror, perhaps it was Cadia, perhaps it was something else.
As he slept he had a swirl of disturbing images, from the impaling of the soldiers on cruel spears, to the slaughter of his family by tyranids on Tallarn. He awoke in a cold sweat after seeing a disfigured human face laugh a distorted demonic laugh. He walked outside and one again looked up at the Eye and saw distant flashes of a huge space battle, he stood there motionless, staring at the flashes. He grabbed an imperial soldier and asked him what was going on. "The bloody chaos has got our fleet on the ropes an- gahhhh!!!". A red beam streaked out from the opposite doorway, striking the guardsman, blowing a hole though his heart spraying blood and small parts of burnt flesh into his face. He grabbed the guardsman as he fell, but it was useless, he was dead. Two more red beams flashed by as the assailant shot at him. He grabbed the fallen soldier's lasgun and took aim, seeing the shooter against the light, he drew a bead on the centre mass as he was trained in. and fired. The massive kick that gun gave said that it was modified to be a sniper rifle. The lasbolt travelled though the gunner and smacked into the wall behind with a small explosion.
He caught his breath as he walked up to the smouldering corpse. Through the tattoos and scars of dozens of unholy rituals he recognised the face of his neighbour. He staggered back just in time to hear a scream of pure pain and terror. He quickly looked up and saw a person who lived 200 feet down the road getting cruelly gutted by a cultist. He looked at the lasgun realising that in a firefight the gun would be useless, dropped it in favour for the laspistol the cultist was carrying. He looked up at the slain woman down the street, and saw that the one cultist had turned into a squad of 12.
In an instant he bolted down the road. The squad spotted him and opened fire. The needle thin streaks of crimson flashed by. In an instant, a lasbolt singed his neck as he yelled, " SHIT!! This IS NOT GOING AS PLANED!!" He rounded the corner and, to his dismay, he saw that both the gunner and his backup had fist sized holes in there flak armour. He decided to take matters into his own hands as he pushed the two bodies up against the sandbag wall. He looked down the sights, checked his ammo, and cocked the bolter.
He saw the squad round the corner, he took aim and reached for what he thought was the trigger. The pulled it and to his surprise and dismay, the cleaning kit for the gun popped out. "OH WHAT THE FUC- BOOM!!!" in an instant the cultists turned into pink mist. Looking for the source of this seeming act of divine intervention. Behind him , unnoticed until now a baneblade sat with its barrel smoking directly behind him. The commanders hatch popped open and the commander poked his head out. "Sorry about that mate, are your eardrums still intact?" "What?!" yelled Dallius, his ears still ringing from the blast. "Good, listen the imperial guard is making a stand at the spaceport, were trying to hold out until reinforcements arrive, we could use all of the help we can get." "But, sir, I'm not a soldier!!" exclaimed Dallius. "Looks like you don't have a choice in the matter, its either fight or die." He pulled out a lasgun from a bag attached to the hull of the massive tank, a carbine from the looks of it. "Here take this, I wont be getting out of my tank, so you'll probably need it more, and besides just what were you going to do with that angry flashlight anyway". He thought about it, then he grabbed the carbine, discarding the laspistol. The commander smiled "That's the sprit now hop on I'll give you a ride to the spaceport."
End of chapter one
Will Dallius be able to survive the chaos invasion?! Will the imperial guard be able to hold the spaceport until reinforcements arrive?! Will the tank driver ever get out of his tank?! FIND OUT IN CHAPTER 2 OF BROTHERS IN BLOOD
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