Heh. Been a while eh? =P
I had planned to update this one more often. But then stuff happened.
Anyways!
Time to have a little more fun!
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"Dakka dakka! Dakka dakka! Dakka dakka!" Screamed Sluggin, completely unconcerned that he was out of ammo and wishing to convey the stunning sound of his weapon firing nonetheless.
Surrounding Sluggin were countless mutated, corrupt, corpses. The twitching remains of dozens of Necromorphs that stood testament to the brute power of an Ork gun.
Normally, one would be unable to fell a Necromorph by firing at its head or torso. If one made a big enough hole in the place its vitals used to be, any further ammo used would simply travel through that, allowing the Necromorph to close in the distance and tear the defender apart with ease.
However, the caliber and rate of fire of the weapon used were so great that the destruction caused by them annihilated the torso entirely, leaving the limbs that one would need to sever on the floor.
The end result was the same, but the process was supremely wasteful.
"Dakka dakka! Dakka dakka! Dakka dakka!"
Not that the owner of the weapon could bring himself to care.
Sluggin realized that his weapon was no longer firing when the 'Dakka dakka!' that rung on his ears was not accompanied by the telltale sparks all around his target. Those sparks would denote the many rounds that were fired around the enemy until the Ork got lucky or somehow miraculously managed to correct his aim.
The Necromorph raised its scything limbs in order to strike down the living before it.
Roughly forty pounds of mostly solid metal struck one of its arms and its head from its body. Sending it to the floor.
Sluggin proceeded to beat the Necromorph until it stopped moving with his Shoota. A task that took quite a while due to the simple fact that a blunt object is not the best evisceration tool.
"Ha! Yous can't suvi-survivus-survivori-survivire…Zogg it! My Shoota stomped ya to the bloodeh floor!" Roared Slugga in victory at the twitching corpse.
With that, Sluggin drew his choppa and kept moving. He had been attacked on and off by the Necromorphs since he had been thrown into the dying vessel. He'd only been able to eat their disgusting putrefying flesh, he was covered in lacerations, sporting a black eye, and had lost three of his fingers and one toe.
It was the most fun he'd ever had.
Sluggin heard something that caused him to pause. It was…a giggle.
"Who 'ta ruddin?" He wondered aloud as he scratched his head with the still-hot barrel of his shoota. Having nothing better to do, he moved toward it to investigate it. When he stepped through the door, Sluggin saw something that gave even an Ork pause.
There was a human woman standing there, repeatedly stabbing into the stomach of a man drenched in blood, each time the knife pierced his flesh he would release an agonized mewl, much too far gone to do anything more.
With a maddened giggle, she twisted the knife cruelly and ended the suffering of the ruin before her. "Dead! Dead dead! All dead! We're all dead!" She said in a sing song voice, dancing closer to the Ork. "We'll all be one! We'll all be one! Death is naught but the sta-"
The woman's insane ramblings were interrupted as forty pounds of smoothbore gun were brought down unto her head. The force of the strike all but drove her to the floor, where the unyielding metal proceeded to prove it was quite more resistant to impact than her tender flesh.
She twitched, giggled, gurgled, and lied still.
Sluggin grunted. "Damn Humies, always talkin' an' never puttin' up a good foight'." He said as he walked further into the room, absently scratching his rump.
As he stepped on the dead human, his foot touched something it probably should not have, and a device on the woman's left wrist beeped and let off a light.
"Whu?" Was Sluggin's intelligent response. He knelt next to the woman and studied it. "Dis looks like…" He said as he made his beady red eyes even beadier. "Dis looks like…SHINY BITZ!" He screamed as he happily tore the device off the corpse's wrist.
The ventilation shaft on the wall next to him exploded out as a disgusting horror emerged from it. Sluggin reacted on instinct and punched it in the face with his left hand.
The device then lit up, vibrated, and emitted a bright light. The bright light rushed forth and enveloped a metal crate, this metal crate proceeded to rush to Sluggin quite quickly. Sluggin, assuming this to be an attack, unconsciously swung his shoota into the crate, knocking it sideways.
It then smacked into his nose with a crunch.
"Oomph!" Was his commentary on the proceedings, the force of the strike forced him to take several steps back and flung his left hand to the side, and the movement caused the metal crate to shoot out at a great speed and strike the wall loudly. It then rebounded from the wall and smacked the unspeakable horror in the chest, knocking it back. The device activated again, and took hold of the crate, smacking it against Sluggin's chest, staggering him.
The horror rushed forth into the opening on the Ork's defenses. Sluggin tried punching it again, and instead shot the still-suspended metal crate into the thing's chest. The crate then rebounded from the thing, ricocheted off two walls and hit Sluggin in the back of his thick skull, sending him staggering forward.
This of course, caused his arm to be flung out, the light once again coming from the device clutched in his meaty green fist. The light this time enveloped a bonesaw and flung it at Sluggin.
Sluggin was barely able to see it coming and ducked, throwing himself to the floor.
The monster that had been trying to eat Sluggin's face however, was not so lucky.
The bonesaw was driven into its chest with such fury that it not only sunk itself into it to the hilt, but it sent the horror flying back, and impaled it against the metal wall where it proceeded to flail about and scream.
That is, until Sluggin got back up and beat it to death with his Shoota.
Once it had been tenderized and pulped to Sluggin's satisfaction, he took a moment to look into the beeping device on his left hand, the strange field that took possession of loose objects surrounding his hand in cackling power.
He stared at it long and hard. He then looked up, his eyes very wide indeed.
"Oi iz a Weirdboy." Said Sluggin, reverent awe filling his voice.
Two hours and sixteen minutes later, subsection C-15 of the USG Ishimura collapsed and was set adrift into space as, impossible as it should have been, something managed to remove the metal support connecting it to the ship's spine.
With nothing more than a lowly kinesis module.
