For those of you who didn't read the warning in the first chapter this is my first fan fic and as such is prone to sucking.
…and now part 2
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Warhammer 40000 or any part of it, that is Games Workshop's job
Dallius was sitting on the tank, scanning the windows for any sign of chaos activity. He knew they would see him long before he saw them. The sun was just creeping over the horizon but already he could see the destruction the city had gone though. Pillars of smoke rose in every direction and almost every building was under threat of falling from damage. Up ahead there was an explosion and a severed arm with blood still flowing from the stump landed on the tank. He looked at it with disgust and kicked it off the tank. The tank commander had given him a vox receiver so he could hear orders and troop movements, but all he could hear over it was static and the odd cry for help, mercy, or the sound of battle coming from the space port.
As the spaceport approached the vox became clear and what had been chaos was now an ordered defence. "Hey there is the space port," said the voice of the tank commander. Another voice came over the vox "Baneblade 745290, you are to report to the following area immediately." "Yes sir. Well I have to leave mate." Dallius jumped off the tank, carbine in hand and looked around. He saw that the spaceport was heavily fortified, with twin-linked lascannons and mortars in the courtyard of the port. A loud speaker blared out "all new recruits are to report to the departure booth". He walked up to the line-up at the booth and saw his friend. "Hey Marius!" Marius looked over and said "Dallius!! I thought you were dead!"
As the advanced in the line they shared the stories of their escapes. Marius had to stab a cultist in the neck with his own sword after he had overpowered him.
They reached the front of the line and the two guardsmen gave them flak jackets, helmets and in Marius's case a lasgun with four power cells, which he also received. They moved to their portion of the wall, which was on the northern side. The walls provided good cover with slits for firing guns. Beside them was a squad of cadian shock troopers, and on the other side was a squad of Elysian drop troopers. Both squads were veterans. He braced the carbine against his shoulder looking though the sight. He saw in the distance movement, chaos, thousands of them. He looked at the cadians and even they looked on with strained faces. He slapped a power cell into the carbine housing and pressed the charge button. The Chaos forces were approaching the first defence line. It was over in minutes, the distant crimson lines of lasgun fire was accompanied by the distant pop of bolter fire and grinding roar of chainswords meeting, and eventually screams over the vox as the line melted away into a rout.
He turned to Marius, who had been with him during the fighting with the feral orks when they were in the PDF. They were childhood friends from Tallarn, and they had both lost their parents when the tyranids attacked, they were saved by a retreating group of guardsmen as the ripper swarms engulfed there home. As memories flooded back from that day, all he could feel was rage, rage over his parents, rage over the desecration of what had become his home, rage for this whole fucking war. Marius saw the rage pass through his eyes and put a comforting hand on his shoulderplate. "We have been through far worse to let a black crusade stop us." He smiled but he could see the strain in his eyes. "No matter how today ends, it will be the will of the emperor." A cadian overheard them, walked over to them and said, "there have been far worse odds than what we face today. Have courage."
The second line came under attack and now they had a front row seat to hell, from the wall they could see the swarms of daemons spawned from the warp attacking the guardsman. He could see one guardsman being attacked by three grotesque looking sharp toothed pink…things. The guardsman over charged the power cell In his rifle and Dallius flinched as the cell exploded in a bright blue fireball. A priest hacked his way though the hordes of cultists until a chaos marine cut his head off in a shower of gore, to his horror he saw the marine skin the head and hang it from his belt. At last the screams died down on the vox and the last shower of blood settled.
Then the attackers moved on the wall and at that instant the order was given to open fire. Thousands of lasguns, hellguns, and bolters turned the area where the vanguard of the army was, into a meat grinder, a red mist rose as the bodies of cultists vaporised. Then, something was moving through the fire, he couldn't make out what it was, except for the fact that lasbolts were not stopping it. " Mar, you see that" he franticly yelled to Marius who was plugging away at some cultists who had made it though the barrage. "See wha- by the emperor what the fuck is that!!!" He looked again and saw a four-legged crab like machine, with two flamers spouting a pink flame onto the wall, a cannon shaped in the likeness of a giant mouth. The very sight chilled his heart as he saw the cannon fire point blank into the wall. A shower of plasteel and cerimite showered them. But just as he thought the battle was lost, a baneblade turned around a corner and sighted its main cannon on the… thing. It fired and the siege engine exploded into a pink fireball. The men on the wall gave a cheer, the morale boosted by its destruction.
The boost was short lived as chaos marines started to approach the wall. They held heavy bolters and plasma guns; their power armour was adorned with skulls of important kills and scared from ten thousand years of conflict. They were everything he had been taught to hate since day one. He heard a distant roar, which grew louder every second he stood there listening to it. Then he realised what the sound was… jump packs. He reached for his bayonet, and fixed it on his lasgun, as Marius did the same.
The raptor squads crashed apon the northeastern and northwestern sides of the wall, they were trapped. They waited for the enemy to hack there way to them. Just then a commissar rose to confront the advancing raptors and in a single swipe a sword cut through the power armour of the closest raptor, blood spurted from the battered armour as the marine fell off the wall. "Soldiers of the imperium, rise and fight!! The emperor watches us today, let his fury against these traitors and heretics transgress into you!! We are the hammer and shield of the imperium!! The tip of his spear!! And should we fall this day, MAKE THEM REMEMBER THE NAME AGRIPINAA!!! FOR THE EMPEROR!!!!!" A unifying cry among the guardsmen went up along the wall "FOR THE EMPEROR!!". Dallius felt a new feelling in his heart, not one of despair, one of faith, duty, and comradeship, if today was indeed to be his last day, he would take out as many of those traitorous bastards as he could.
The zeal of battle filled his veins and his soul, the crack of the lasgun was music to his ears, the screams of the dying cultists and chaos marines was just as welcome as the sounds of approaching aircraft. Wait Aircraft? He looked up and the sky was blotted out with a mixture of vallkyries and vulture gunships that were descending from the sky. A loud and resounding cheer echoed from the battlements. In that moment of joy he had forgotten about the remaining chaos marines on the wall, he heard the telltale sound of a chainsword grinding though flesh and bone as blood splattered him in the face.
Acting by desperation alone, he ducked under the raptors next swing, then attempted to jam his bayonet under the chin. The pitiful blade snapped, as the armour was too strong for it. The raptor laughed at his attempt to harm him. "Laugh at this you piece of useless shit!!!" screamed Dallius as he pulled the trigger of his lasgun. Fragments of armour mixed with grey matter and skull fragments exploded from the raptor's head, as Dallius kicked the lifeless body off the wall. The raptor behind was too busy making a guardsman's life end… slowly, to notice him bringing his carbine to his shoulder; he pulled the trigger, aiming for the raptor's jump pack. The lasbolt barely peeled the paint. Looking around he saw the bolt pistol that the previous marine had dropped. Grabbing the pistol, he took aim with the heavy weapon at the same place and fired. The explosion blew him off the wall, and in a moment of terror he felt shrapnel hit his flak vest. Luckily his vest took the shrapnel, but the fall had hit him hard. He thought his spine might have been broken, but a quick check of all four of his limbs proved this wrong. He stood up and looked skyward, the air support had disappeared.
He came across a mortar team that had run out of ammo and asked the commander where the aircraft had went. "I honestly don't know nobody is saying anything." A thud was heard at the gate, and he looked towards it. The dust had been disturbed from the gate. "You want help with that?" inquired the commander. "Help with what?" the artilleryman pointed at his chest. He looked down, and noticed that a large piece of metal lodged in his armour. "Please". Another thud permeated the air, as 3 squads of kasrkins ran for the gate. "Dallius!!!" He looked over and up ran Marius; he had a cut along his cheek but otherwise was unharmed. "Marius! Are you okay!!?". "Yes, no thanks to you, what the hell were you thinking, shooting that bastard in the jump pack!!!". "It's not like I didn't consider what might happen!! Besides you're not the one with a large chunk of metal in your fucking chest!!". "You two!! Stop fighting, there will be plenty more of that when that gate comes down for the both of you! now do you want that out or not!!?"
Three minutes and twenty curses later the chunk of fuel tank was free and discarded, more squads had moved to the gate, awaiting the inevitable breach. He picked up his lasgun, which had fallen nearby and examined it. The weapon was useless, having taken the full force of the blast. The bolt pistol, which he had managed to keep a hold of, was still in working order, but he had no ammunition, save what he had in the magazine. He grumbled but seeing no other weapons he kept the bolter.
The gate started to crack, and the groan of its weight was heard throughout the port. Dallius joined the line while Marius looked for spare power cells and bolter clips. Standing among the guardsmen he felt that without air support all was lost, as he pondered what had happened to the aircraft, the gate started to bend outward. Rumour had it that it was some warp-spawned daemon, but that was just a rumour. Marius returned with 5 bolter clips and 10 power cells. "That'll do I think" said Dallius. "Maybe" said Marius
The gate burst open and instantly a bolter round hit Dallius in the shoulder. Dallius screamed in pain as he fell to the ground. The bolter round exploded and sent small pieces of shrapnel into his lung. Marius had just recovered from seeing this when a lasbolt hit him in the chest, cauterising the wound and sending him flying into the ground. Dallius having recovered from the initial shock of the bolter round exploding now had the problem of having to fight with one lung punctured and a hole in his shoulder the size of a small plate, the blood loss didn't help either. He took up his bolt pistol and emptied its contents into the onrushing horde of enemies, reloaded with difficulty, then continued firing. It was then he noticed the limp body of his friend on the ground with a smoking hole in his armour.
He fought back tears as he fired his last round into the chaos marines, then looked around. The bodies of guardsmen lie all around him, the remaining living guardsmen continued to fire into the enemy. Dallius reached for a nearby lasgun but he didn't have the strength to grab it. "So this is how it ends," he said half to himself, half to Marius. "Don't give up hope Dal a…after all I'm still alive". Dallius tried to reply but instead coughed up blood. He looked up, his dimming sight still able to see some detail and to his surprise a beam of bright light appeared from the sky immediately followed by an earth-shattering explosion. He smiled as he saw, far up in the sky dozens of small objects coming in though the atmosphere. He knew as his strength faded from him, all of their effort, there sacrifice, was not in vain. His vision faded as something hit the ground with tremendous force.
End of Chapter 2
Well I finally remembered the fact that I had a fan fic on the go (I was busy)
What was that something that hit the ground?! Will Agrippina be saved from the grips of a chaos invasion?! Did I just kill off the main character too early in the story?! Find out whenever I finish chapter 3 of brothers in blood!!!
Yea that's the last time I do that. R&R pls