By Sora21
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Warhammer 40k. I also do not own some of the names in this story because I had gotten them from books, games, or movies. Some are even Spanish words. These I will probably list at the end of every chapter as they arrive. But anyway, enjoy the chaos.
Procane squinted his dark green eyes as he searched the campground for signs of movement. The forest foliage blocked most of the enemy's camp from view, but he managed.
Procane took in a deep breath of the cold night air and let it out slowly, calming his berzerker instincts and surpressing the urge of running headlong into the enemy's camp and destroying them all himself. He let his senses take in the smell of the wet forest floor, the sound of a crackling fire somewhere, and of furry little creatures scuttling about… and of heavy feet thudding against the earth's surface.
Procane suddenly became alert and ready to strike as the footsteps came closer to his hiding place in a patch of bushes.
Out of the corner of his eye, Procane saw a solider step into view, a gun in his hands. It was an imperial guard out on night watch.
The soldier's radio beeped and the soldier lifted his radio towards his face to listen. Procane strained his ears to eavesdrop on the conversation.
"All clear by the medical tent, anything by the barracks?" Came the scratchy voice of the radio. "All's quit here." The soldier paused. "You sure we're safe for the night?"
A moment passed before the scratchy answered, "If they were going to attack us we would've been dead already. Let's call it a night." The soldier gave a weak and weary smile and turned off his radio.
The soldier passed another look around the forests edge before he backed-tracked towards the barracks.
In his hiding spot, Procane gave a wide toothy grin and suppressed his laughter. His commander would be very pleased with his news, and as soon as he was sure the coast was clear, Procane would go back to base to make his report.
"Where the hell is he?" growled Mathayus. The Daemon prince's wings extended and his nostrils flared as he paced in front of his small army. As soon as their scout; Procane, returned they would be marching towards their target to destroy everyone and everything.
"My patience grows thin as well my lord, but Procane is the best scout we have. He is very thorough with his work." Said Espantoso as calmly as he could. His thump ached to push the switch to his chainaxe. But discipline and control is what he taught his squad of berzerkers, so he too must keep control of his own blood lust.
"I agree, but time is of the essence." Hissed Vladimir, the marine lovingly fingered his plasma pistol and his possessed, whip-like left arm lashed about at his side.
"Indeed!" Boomed Gusto, commander of the terminator squad as he lumbered his way up to stand next to Mathayus and the other commanders. "For all we know Procane could've been killed and those bastards are marching this way as we speak!"
Vladimir's left arm lashed out violently, forcing Espantoso to dodge the lethal limp. Mathayus gave a disbelieving snort and continued his angered pacing. Creatore, commander of the other marine squad, stood silently staring at the forest's edge, apparently unfazed by such words. Ulysses, commander of the raptor squad, looked at Gusto with an emotionless face, then turned and watched Mathayus's pacing.
Gusto snorted at Ulysses' silence. Ulysses never showed any form of emotion, and the only time anyone ever heard the raptor speak was when he pledged his allegiance with Mathayus. Gusto turned his attention towards Mathayus.
"My lord, if we wait any longer we may be ambushed by the enemy!" Gusto growled, desperate to take action on the situation.
Mathayus turned with a loud wush of his wings. He stared directly into Gusto's eyes and dared him to say another word. Gusto could not bear his lords heavy stare and shamefully looked away. Mathayus gave a bestial snort and continued his pacing.
"My lord?" Mathayus turned at the mention of his title, ready to stare down another colleague, but this time it was Creatore who spoke.
"What is it?" asked Mathayus, growing suddenly impatient.
"My lord," Creatore repeated, pointing towards the forest's edge, "Procane has returned."
A/N: Not bad for my first Warhammer story. More is to come in chapter two: the bell of ambush! And as for the names, here is the list of their origins:
Procane – a spell name from the game Golden Sun: the Lost Age
Mathayus – The Rocks character from the movie the Scorpion King
Espantoso – a spanish word meaning "frightening"
Gusto- a spanish word meaning somewhere along the lines of "taste"
Creatore – a spin off of the name crept (i.e. the Blood & Crepts, or however you spell it)
Ulysses – another spell name taken from Golden Sun: the Lost Age
Vladimir – a not so common name in the USA, but I still have the right to use it (damn it)
Well that's everyone. Again, I hope you liked the first chapter. Don't forget to R/R; I like reading other people's thoughts and suggestions no matter how 'bashing' they may be.
Sora21