First of, hello this is the first story I'm actually going to publish, let me know if you (yes you, person in front of the screen ) have any ideas what I could add/change in the story and if it makes sense and sounds good to me I just might do that ;)
Second, I'm German so please excuse me for the grammatical mistakes I'm sure I will make and not notice after reading trough everything a few times, everyone is welcome to PN me, telling me how badly I suck at the english language.
Third, Reviews would be welcome, though I doubt anyone has much to say after all of one chapter of writing.
Now that that is done, have fun and enjoy my little fiction.
Addendum -1- I have overhauled the formatting on the first chapter as a test, would love some opinions if its better this way.
"Initiate emergency warp jump!" I cry out, crude Orkish ammunition pummelling the void shields of the *Relentless" the Mars-Class Battle
cruiser, bought with my own, hard earned money as a Rogue Trader of the Alanian Bloodline.
Holding to my command throne like a maniac to the last shred of sanity I hear the almost angry sounding chatter of our two resident Techpriests, currently working on the bridge "Pah, as if such low tech ammunition could hurt something like us" OB8C, commonly referred as Obec, screeches out not noticing he switched from Binary to Low Gothic.
B23Delta/Bead responds with panic "We are quite obviously being slowly stung to death by these Heretics, even our esteemed ship can not
hold this kind of punishment forever!"
Gripping my throne harder I bellow out "INITIATE THE DAMN JUMP!" they both turn around obviously
confused at my sudden outbreak, quickly getting the idea that it might be better to follow my command.
"Frack the Weapons, all power to Shields, if you have to take some from the sub light engines, we do not need those for a warp jump, close the shutters on all decks and for mine and the emperors sake, somebody activate the bridge noise dampening, this cacophony of explosions is not something I enjoy hearing on my
ship!" All my commands are quickly heeded by the understaffed crew, a bare 20.000 Men and Women under my command, normal navy vessels easily
sporting five to six time that number.
The vibrations of the deck beneath me quickly stop as our weapons fire ceases, the void shields going into overdrive as the Warp drive charges up. "Sir, where are am I supposed to guide the ship to?" I hear the timid voice of our Navigator over the ship internal vox system, rubbing my temples "Somewhere, away from here if possible." Silence answers my words.
"What's the status on Decks 23 to 27? " I ask one of the technicians sitting at a cogitator, he looks over the display quickly "Fires, lots of fires along with three hull
breaches on 23, 24 and 26" I nod slowly, almost happy that the boarding torpedo didn't do worse damage then that "Have the War hawks fought
back the Orks?" I ask another deck hand, he quickly nods without even looking "Yes, Sir. The Knights Inductor's report that they have taken up
their Arms as well." Letting out a throaty laugh "So our entire contingent of five space marines already made themselves useful, how very nice
of them."
The tense mood on the bridge calms down a little, the void shields holding any and all fire aimed at our Ship.
A slight headache builds up in my head, my senses telling me that the Warp Drive is ready. "Sir, warp drive ready and functional, Gellar field up and functioning
at 100% efficiency translation into the Immaterium in 3...2..What's that?" Are the last words I hear before a giant explosion rocks the ship,
my eyes going wide as the Warp Drive catapults us trough the Warp, a few silent seconds in which everybody checks around themselves
"S...Sir...Gellar Field at 80%..." the technician from before remarks, sounding a little scared. I stare at him dumbfounded "...Frack..." is
the only word I breath out, jumping into action a split second later.
Bolt Pistol flying into my hand as I pull out my Power sabre, turning it on in the same moment, as blue field of energy wrapping around the blade."ARMSMEN, WARHAWKS, ASTARTES, EVERYBODY ON DAEMON INCURSION PROTOCOL!
THE EMPEROR PROTECTS!" I scream into the vox, my voice hammering throughout every corridor in the ship...
SIX HOURS LATER.
I fall back into the Chair placed in my private cabin, putting a glass full of very fine amasec up to my lips.
In the last six hours we have fought back several waves of weaker daemons, going as far as having a one on one duel with one of those Bloodletters. The hairs on my neck spring up at the thought of it, a terrifying foe indeed, surely worth a drink over.
Taking a deep swig of the savoury alcohol I give out a quiet sigh, starting to fill out the report of the entire engagement °254 dead Arms men, more wounded. 23 dead War Hawks, none wounded. 0 wounded or dead Knights Inductor, several hundred deck hands lost during the daemon attack as well the fight against the Orks.°
Quickly pulling my thoughts away from the bad and turning it to the good, I start polishing my sabre "And once more you have provided me an admirable service
against the foes of the Imperium." I softly speak to it in high gothic as my father once preached to me, the machine spirit should be handled
with reverence after all.
"Prepare for translation into realspace." The vox booms out, static clear in the background. A private vox channel is opened to me, Magos Corlenius , the highest Techpriest on the ship hailing me. "Captain, We will have to repair a lot of the hull and several subsystems."
I sigh for hopefully the last time of the day, nodding more to myself than to anyone else "Of course Magos, you are the boss when it comes to such things." I close the channel, not in the mood for an hour of techno babble about the ship systems, simply resolving to lean back in my chair and close my eyes.
IN A DIFFERENT PART OF EXISTENCE
A female figure in an environment suit lets off a few shots with her Predator pistol "Zan, give me some cover!" she cries out, sprinting to the
next door, trying to beat back the Batarians in a hurried rush, bullets impacting the walls around her as she ducks and weaves, a shot hitting
her leg, making her stumble into cover instead of jump, she releases a pained cry, panting in pain as she looses of more shots towards the
Slavers, the suit already dispensing clotting agents and Medi-Gel to close the wound and accelerate healing of it.
Raal opens up her Omni Tool, throwing an Incinerate program around the corner, soon after a pained gurgling heard as it hits and completely disintegrates one slavers with extreme heat.
She gives out a pained cough as shooting and screaming turns into silence, Zan quickly running up to her to look at the breach in
her suit, fixing it up with some Omni-Gel.
"We wont hold this much longer, we are a cargo ship, that's a Batarian Cruiser!" He complains between gritted teeth, his own wounds making it hard for him to breath.
Raal nods slowly, a little bit woozy from the medication injected into her vulnerable blood stream "I know, I know... but we have to get to the bridge, barricade there and hope for some kind of miracle." She gives an unseen crooked smile trough her tinted visor, coughing again as she stands up on weak legs.
"Lets go, it'll be some time for them to organize another wave." Stumbling more then running trough the demolished corridors of the ship they soon find the bridge, giving a signal so it opens with a friendly designation, at their arrival they are quickly thrown behind tables and given some bigger assault rifles for self
defence.
"Okay boy's and girl's lets hope for a miracle." the Human Captain says, lifting his shotgun as the door heats up in the Batarians
attempt to melt down the door...
"Joe!" one of the other Humans cries out "T...Theres something on the sensors, it can't be right though... that Ship would be...5.5 kilometres
long!" The Captain turns around, looking outside trough the Bridge's Windows.
His mouth wide agape at the Metal Monstrosity, sitting about 100 Kilometres right next to his Ship, spitting distance in space terms. "Oh my god." he breathes out, having no clue about the architecture and the design of the ship with its cathedral spires and sensor antenna all around the Ship.
clearly not missing the fact that its positively brimming with Weapon turrets, from gigantic to small, the biggest hanging right under the prow of it. "What in the seven hells is..."
He doesn't get farther in his sentence as the Door melts down, shots peppering the room, one bypassing the not currently in cover Captain's
Shields and cleanly blowing a hole trough his head, the body flopping over dead before even hitting the ground when the Crew themselves return
fire towards the door...