AUTHOR'S BLOODY NOTE :
First fanfiction! Already I have to re-edit some stuff!
Yay me!
Anyhow, for those of you who are expecting a new chapter; still in works! I just need to bust through my writer's block to finish it! Do not worry! It shall come.
But putting that aside, I reworked some chinks like how the Space Marines are now Blood Ravens and Salamanders and re-establishing some inconsistencies. Fun!
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The car pulled up in front of a house with a long whine as the driver applied the brakes, slowing the vehicle down to a stop. It was shortly accompanied by the last rumbles of its engine before it turned off, leaving the neighbourhood street silent yet again with a few occasional cars passing through. A slight commotion happened within the car before the door swung open, revealing a young man in his mid twenties.
He was as average as a young man as he can get. Short brown hair, bright blue eyes with a lean build with regular clothes and a backpack. While he does have his charm, if you put him in a group of other men, you'd hardly notice him.
Standing up, the young man closed the door to his simple sedan and locked it with a quick beep before he approached his house. It was a simple house with a front and back lawn. White picket fences and two storied. Simple, yet homely.
For a moment, the young man heard what sounded like an explosion, a small muffle if he were honest, and looked at his house with a bit of worry before he dismissed it with a shake of his head. Probably not something to be worried about. Probably.
As he approached the white door that led into his house, he began to hear the small muffles more clearly and much more. What sounded like shouts and gunshots, albeit barely audible, emitted from his house as he got closer. Eventually, a slightly more louder explosion rattled the front window of his house and he found himself jogging up to the door in a half-panic, half-worried state. Quickly fishing out his keys, he fumbled slightly with the key as he missed several times trying to open his door. Now he could clearly hear what sounded like battle-cries, gunshots, tank shots, flamethrowers, energy shots and chainsaws rumbling from within his house.
When he finally opened the door, he was met with a warzone in his hallway.
An actual, brutal warzone.
With mechs, tanks, gunships, soldiers and guns.
Lots and lots of guns...
It took the young man a couple of seconds to notice that the soldiers and vehicles duking it out in his hallway was still and quiet. Their guns silent and their vehicles immobile.
And looking straight at him.
It also took him another couple of seconds before he saw one of the tanks, an absolute beast of a tank, pointing its cannon at him.
"Oh shi-," was all he managed before the cannon let loose, and at the same time, an excruciating pain exploded on his chest, literally. A small ball of flame bloomed on his chest and the young man instinctively covered his chest with his hand, he vaguely noted the damp feeling on his palm and fingers.
Stumbling back with a yelp from the shot, he instinctively slammed the door closed, in time just as another round was fired. It exploded against the wooden door and yet, the young man barely acknowledged it in favor of nursing his wound.
Aside from the small indent where the main round had hit, most of the injuries are on the surface. Just some minor lacerations and burn marks that pockmarked his chest.
It also fucking stung.
Gritting his teeth slightly, the young man immediately turned around and rounded his house towards the back door, where he hoped there were none of those small soldiers.
When he arrived, he was fumbling again with his keys, he unlocked the door that led to his kitchen and, instead of swinging it open, opened it just enough for him to peek into. Looking around the simple kitchen, he searched for any more of the mini-soldiers. Thankfully enough, there were none of the little warlings.
Sighing in relief, the young man entered his house with cautious steps. Careful not to make too much noise. Lest he attracts the small soldiers' attention.
If only he saw the other miniatures on the floor...
Something yelped as he felt something hard squished underneath his step and he looked down to see a mini-soldier under his shoe. The small soldier was facing up towards him and it was currently trying to lift his foot up to escape.
Then he heard the multiple, soft clicks of various guns coming from the counter top that lay in the middle of the kitchen.
Gulping, the young man slowly lifted his head to see multiple mini-soldiers on his counter top pointing their various guns at him.
And did he mention that one mech that was pointing its minigun, whiched whirred threateningly at him?
Slowly, he raised his hands up in the universal sign language for peace and surrender, hoping these soldiers were less volatile than the ones at the front.
And thankfully, they were. One of them even asked.
"If you would kindly step off of our comrade, we would gladly lower our weapons, titan," the voice of the speaking soldier was surprisingly clear, and yet, instead of obliging, the young man just raised an eyebrow.
Probably due to how he was still calm despite being shot at and now threatened. Well, partially calm.
One of the aiming soldiers briefly released his left hand from his rifle to point downwards, at which the young man looked down to see the soldier he stepped on was still futilely trying to lift his foot off of him. It was quite amusing really, seeing the, approximately, three inch tall soldier trying to lift his foot.
Noticing that his actions were useless, the soldier stopped his attempt and looked up to him, his gaze seemingly begging him despite his fearsome helmet.
Didn't help that he spoke rather sheepishly too ,"Would you remove your foot please, titan? I'm... having some difficulties to feel my legs."
Feeling a slight smirk on his lips, he lifted his foot just enough for the small soldier to wriggle out from underneath him before it took off for the counter top, albeit unsteadily, probably feeling quite numb from having his legs stepped on.
With their comrade now free, the mini soldiers lowered their weapons as per agreed, though some did so reluctantly, even the mech raised its chaingun up towards the ceiling in a sign of cease of fire.
Now, an awkward silence descended upon the air with only the faint sounds of gunfire and shouts coming from the door behind the soldiers.
"So uuh... Hi. Name's Allen," brimming with questions and countless confusion, Allen had managed a greeting instead.
And it seemed to ease the tension off a bit.
Most of the soldiers seemed to relax a bit and Allen watched as one of them came out from the firing line calmly.
From the pure black helmet he wore, he must've been the leader of this small squad.
"Salutations, titan Allen. My name is Brother-Sergeant Aerulius, commanding officer of this particular squad," Aerulius, as he proclaims, waved towards the other soldiers around him who either salutes or nods in greetings.
"The Dreadnought over yonder is Battle-Brother Kuralis," again Aerulius points towards the mech that stood behind them, who gave a small wave with its left hand.
"The brother you stepped on recently is Battle-Brother Maleak," Aerulius points downwards, prompting Allen to look down and saw the small soldier he stepped on was trying in vain to climb up the counter top. He briefly wondered how the others managed to get on top.
Feeling a slight bit of pity, Allen crouched down and picked up the small soldier, who he now realised looked too similar to a Primaris Marine from WarHammer 40k, and gently placed him with his other Battle-Brothers. The small Marine, Maleak, gave a rather grateful nod before walking-limping to join his brothers.
It was quite cute honestly.
With pleasantries passed and awkwardness warded, the soldiers now circled around to talk amongst themselves, giving Allen a more calmer look at the mini soldiers.
And Allen found the uncanny resemblance to WarHammer 40k's Primaris Marines to be very unsettling.
Aerulius' ten man squad consisted of all Intercessors, the basic troopers of the Primaris Marines, and had colors of dark blood red, bone white and black as their armor color scheme with the exception of the Sergeant who wore all black for his helmet. All of them held auto bolt rifles and had a picture of a an tear drop with wings spread graciously upon their left pauldrons. The Dreadnought itself, a Redemptor Dreadnought at that, bares the same color scheme of dark blood red, bone white and black with the tear drop and wings upon its unarmed arm.
How did he knew all of this?
He has the exact same set of models colored in the Blood Raven Chapter color scheme.
It was very, very, unsettling.
As if Aerulius sensed his worry, the Sergeant turned from the circle of discussion and looked up towards his face, a questioning tone upon his voice ,"Is there something bothering you? Titan Allen?"
The rest of the Marines also looked up towards the titan that stood before him and seemed to wait for his answer and even the Dreadnought turned its torso towards him. Something he was very much giving them.
"I'm quite worried how really realistic you guys look, what with all the scratches and scorch marks on your armor."
The collective Marines seemed to cock their heads in question as they all looked at each other, confusion very much amongst their group.
Then Aerulius spoke again, albeit with a hint of apprehension and indignation in his tone ,"Of course we are! My brothers and I have fought countless battles with the Archenemy and xenos to prove our worth!"
Allen raised his hands yet again in surrender, seeing as he had wounded the pride of the Marines and apologised, expression slightly worried ,"Very sorry, Sergeant. It's just that I have some models of you and they look very similar to you, sans the scratches and battle marks."
More looks were passed around and it seemed he was only confusing them further.
The Sergeant turned to him yet again but this time, a slight curiosity and suspicion crept into his voice ,"What do you mean by 'Models of us?'"
Just as Allen was about to answer, a muffled yet very much large explosion came from behind the door.
All of the Marines, in movements faster than what can be seen, has their bolt rifles pointed towards the door that led to the dining room. The Dreadnought menacingly stomped around to face the door and Allen hears a faint whir as its chaingun arm lowers towards the door and spins up.
In a span of probably ten seconds, ten bolt rifles and one chaingun was pointed towards the door. Allen felt pity for whoever's going to open that door.
But when the door never opened, the Primaris Sergeant spun around and looked up at him, his voice full of urgency as he spoke ,"Titan Allen! Please help us! Our Brothers and Allies are in need of assistance!"
A face twisted into shock looked down at Aerulius, and at that point did Aerulius noticed the wound upon the titan's chest. A wound that looked too similar to what being shot by a Baneblade tank looked like. Immediately, Aerulius' hearts fell as he assumed the titan would not help his allies, not when they shot at him.
The titan shook his head before he looked back then turned back towards the small Sergeant with a grin that unnerved him.
Suddenly, Aerulius felt he had made a mistake.
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On the other side of the door, a furious melee raged on. Eldars, Primaris Marines and Imperial Guards fought savagely on the floor and chairs. Vehicles and mechs weaved around opposing tanks as they fired their cannons and secondary weapons towards each other to knock each other out.
But fighting was especially intense on the dining table.
Upon the table, Primaris Marines and Guardsmen battled savagely in unison to combat the quick and nimble Eldars. Bayonets, chainweapons and power weapons swung and whirred menacingly as they clashed with wraithbone blades.
Blurs of motion were the only thing that could be seen on the table and if one were to ever put his hand in, it would likely be marred with multiple lacerations.
Amongst the blurs of motion, one of the Marines, one in decorated Gravis armor and wielding a power sword and heavy bolt pistol, parried a charging Banshee's blade before plunging the sword into the Eldar's heart. Another Banshee ran up to the Marine with deadly grace before she attempted a swing at his head. The Marine simply leaned back and pulled out his sword from the previous Banshee's limp body before swing his sword upwards, causing a clang to resonate amongst the battlefield as his blade knocked the Banshee's upwards.
But the Banshee did not relent, instead, she used the upwards momentum to redirect her swing into a swift rotation before attempting an upwards slash.
Again, the Marine backed up yet again to avoid the deadly slash. With the increase in distance, the Marine raised his bolt pistol and let loose a volley of bolt shots.
But the Banshee, in true Eldar reflexes, nimbly avoided the shots with eerie grace, as if she was dancing amidst the dodging, and countered with a thrust of her sword.
The Marine's eyes widened from underneath his helmet as he swung his blade in self-defence, baring the flat part of the blade in front of the thrusting sword in what would've been an impossible move.
But he was an Astartes. A Primaris Astartes. Impossible was a daily occurrence.
A loud clang resonated as point meets flat and the Banshee, still propelled by Newton's First Law, found herself crashing into the Marine's power armored one. She felt her helmet cracking as her head slammed onto the Marine's chestplate, causing a slight concussion as well as a little dizziness.
Fazed and concussed, the Banshee realised too late before the Marine before her clamped his pistol arm around her, locking her against his broad and armored chest by her waist.
Then she felt the significant increase in pressure on her waist, along with the massive pain that came along with it as the Primaris squeezed.
A scream befitting of her warrior aspect joined the cacophony of brutal melee which continued around her as she felt her spine and trapped arm cracking. Her free arm released her blade as she desperately held on to the Marine's arm to futilely alleviate the pain.
Then, with a sudden surge of strength, the Marine finally broke her spine and arm with a sickening snap followed by the Banshee's near ear bursting scream of agony.
Releasing the crippled Banshee, the Primaris stood before her broken form, pistol now aimed at her head. But even facing death, the Banshee propped herself up on her good arm, gasping in pain as she met the soulless gaze of the Marine's helmet, ever defiant.
He looked down upon the crippled Banshee, eye lenses glowing a bright green. A near inaudible huff reached the Banshee's ears amongst the sounds of metal meeting metal and cries of war that invaded her senses.
"Not bad, xeno. You had lasted quite well against me," his tone was one of respect, something that confused her. He continued ,"I shall grant you what you deserve, xeno."
Nearing her end, the Banshee closed her eyes, knowing death shall claim her, and awaited the bolt round that would bring her peace.
But it never came.
Because she, and the rest of the combatants upon the table, found themselves swamped by thick, white foams.
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Aerulius, a five hundred year old war veteran and seer of many horrors.
Could not help but chuckle.
And it was no dark chuckle either.
For he, standing upon the titan's shoulder, watched as the titan, Allen, sprayed thick, white foams across the table of combatants, much to the surprise of everyone on it. Even the Captain was taken by surprise as the artificial avalanche knocked him away.
Schooling his features underneath his helmet, Aerulius continued to silently enjoy the show as the titan proceeded to blast the strange foam at any Eldar, human or Space Marine that still went at it, causing curses and grunts to form as they try futilely to right themselves.
Even the Captain was trying very hard to stand as he took another blast of foam to his form. A fact Aerulius could not help but chuckle at.
When everyone seemed to calm down, the titan lowered the hose of the red canister he held but kept a vigilant watch.
"You guys done? 'cause I've got a couple of more blasts if you're still hot."
Somehow, Aerulius found the joke to be extremely hilarious.