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[Mathew Howard POV]
"Flark flark flark flark FLARK!" I repeated with growing intensity as I ran for my life.
Remember when I said, 'what's the worst that could happen?'.
Well apparently, the worst is being shot at by a deranged sniper taking potshots at me while ranting about cows living on the moon beaming messages into his head, telling him to kill everyone in exchange for moon milk.
Yeah, I also don't know what the hell is up with him either.
So here I am, getting shot at by a mad man, inside an active mind field, while cars are exploding because of said mad man.
I can already tell this is going to be a VERY rough day.
Well, at least I have Mike and Jericho with me cause misery just loves company.
Mike is hanging back, taking potshots at the sniper, while Jericho is flanking the left side of town, trying not to be spotted, while I am running right at the sniper, drawing both his attention and his bullets.
I will admit that this isn't the best plan I ever made. In fact it is actually the worst one I ever came up with. But hey, I'm a medical doctor, not a tactician. I just hope to whatever god would listen that I don't get myself shot.
[3rd POV]
"Oh, that guy is so getting shot." Gleefully said a putrid mass of decaying flesh, otherwise known as Nurgle lord of decay.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TAKE IT LIKE A MAN YOU PANSY!" raged a being covered head to toe in blood, also known as Khorne, the blood god.
" Yes, YES! Soon he will be shot and gain an infection, making him hallucinate where I will come in and convince him to commit the most terrible crimes and become the vilest villain in existence ever. Just. AS. PLANED!" cackled an avian-like creature, know as Tzeentch, the architect of fate.
"I am so bored watching this idiot; there's nothing special about him." Lazily said Slaanesh, the prince of chaos.
"Well that's easy, he is the son of somebody very Important!" screeched Tzeentch happily.
"And that would be?" questioned the non-gendered being to the mad bird god, drawing out the 'be'.
"I completely forgot!" proudly proclaimed the forgetful Tzeentch.
"That's what I thought." Stated Slaanesh, rolling its eyes.
[Mathew Howard POV]
"…Why do I get the ominous feeling that I'm being watched?" I quietly said to myself as I get closer to the sniper, Jericho laying down covering fire at him. It turns out being old and a drug addict doesn't translate to being a marksman; who knew. Mike had a much better effort in pinning the sniper down with his laser weapons system.
All I need to do is go up and take the blasted fiend out. I would be hesitant on taking another person's life, but this scuthole has run both my patience and mercy dry. Not to mention that he did say he was going to kill everyone for non-existent moon milk also helps too.
I creep up the stairs as silently as I could, wanting to take the sniper by surprise, readying myself in the process. HOWEVER, when I reached the top of the stairs, the sniper was waiting for me and shouted, "Mind Lightning!" and thrust his arm out at me.
Confused, I said, "Mind Lightni-WHOA!" I shouted at the end in complete surprise, as actual lightning came out of his hands, his eyes glowing electric blue, filled with rage and madness.
I quickly jump down the stairs before the lightning could hit me, rolling to my feet as I reach the bottom. I couldn't believe it. The mad man actually shot lightning out of his fingers! HOW, WHY COULD HE DO THAT?! I shouted into my head.
I then heard a massive BOOM from up the stairs above me, and I heard, "I'M GOING TO DRINK ALL OF THE MOON MILK, AND YOU CAN'T HAVE ANY!" screeched the apparently 'magic' sniper mad man. I looked outside and saw the mad man FLOATING IN THE GODDAMN AIR! Lightning arcing around him as he shoots lightning at random places, apparently high off his own power.
That was when I realized how out of my depth I was in, and when three power armored individuals, a dog, and a woman in leather armor came bursting into town being chased by a giant monster with footlong serrated claws after them.
Needless to say, scut hit the fan in the most colossal way imaginable.
The 'magic' mad man saw the monster, towering at around 20 feet in height, brown scaly skin, six-inch-long serrated teeth, with two horns on its head curved forward, and yelled, "MIND LIGHTNING!" with his voice echoing, raised his hand and attacked the beast. Surprisingly, the beast simply shrugged off the blast and turn its attention to the floating mad man and retaliated.
As the two of them were fighting each other, I quietly sneaked over to the new arrivals, trying to see if they would be friend or foe. When I reached them, I took stock of what they looked like.
One of the power-armored individuals stood at around 8 ½ feet tall, was painted with a mustard yellow color armor, with black and white checkmark with a heart on the center on the left shoulder pad. His face looked old, with white hair, with mutton chops beard on his face. He carried some kind of blue, glowing energy base weapon with a stock, a power cell about a foot long at a 60-degree angle, and a side-mounted Picatinny sight rail with a red dot sight on it.
The second of the power-armored individuals also stood 8 ½ feet tall, was in a black and maroon color scheme, with a white sawblade with a red blood drop on his left shoulder pad. He looked young, bald with dark tan skin, and had a pair of goggles protecting his eyes. He carried two axes and had two foot-long blades sheathed attached to his 'boots'. He had a German shepherd with black and grey fur with one eye brown and the other blue.
The last of the power-armored individuals stood around 7 feet tall with a bright red and white color scheme and a white jaw painted onto his left shoulder pad. He looked like the youngest of the three, but his face was covered with a gas mask over his mouth and a hood obscuring his face. He kept rubbing his head like he had some sort of headache. He had some kind of cloak covering his armor, a brown glove on his right hand, but a strange gauntlet on his left that had a half-circle of glowing blue light and a small modular device with a thick grille sink. He carried a sword on his hip and a strange-looking energy base pistol. With him stood a young woman; she stood at around 5 feet tall and has white hair with half of it seemingly shaved off, tanned skin, and dark brown eyes. She was wearing leather armor and carried a 10-millimeter smg and a trench knife.
What an odd group of people.
Then again, I'm a fourteen-year-old kid who travels with an AI and a 60-year-old ex-bandit, so who am I to judge.
I saw Mike and Jericho also sneaking up on these people and motion them to hang back. I then whispered to the group, "Mind if I hide with you guys?" they looked startled and looked at me, then motioned to come over to them, which I did.
"Who are you?" whispered the yellow giant, questioning me in a slight British accent.
"I'm Mathew, and I was fighting the lightning-throwing jackass earlier before you brought that monster here." I told them.
"Well, I am Lieutenant Dan of the Lamenters, and over there is Corporal Riddick of the Flesh Tearers and Private Carver of the Flesh Eaters. I don't know who the dog and woman are though." Whispered the Lieutenant, a little sheepish at the end of his brief introduction.
"The dog's name is Dogmeat." Quickly whispered Riddick.
"And the woman's name is Clover." Said Carver, sounding annoyed of her for some reason.
"And that monster is called a Deathclaw, hon." Clover said coyly, blowing a kiss at me.
"…okay." I said to Clover, having no clue how to respond to her flirting. "Mind if I bring my group here so we can take out those two?" I asked, motioning to the mad man and Deathclaw fighting each other.
"Sure, more the merrier." Cheerfully whispered Lieutenant Dan.
With that said, I gestured over to Mike and Jericho to come over. When they did, the Lieutenant looked very alarmed at Mike and quickly whispered to me, "What the warp is THAT thing?!"
Confused, I replied to him, "That's Mike; he's an AI that's been living with me for four years now. What's the problem?" I asked the lieutenant, failing to see the issue with Mike.
The lieutenant quickly looked back and forth between Mike and me, shooked his head a little and said, "Problem for later." Under his breath, and focused back on the situation at hand. The other two giants seemed to not really care about Mike for some reason, though Carver looked at Mike with interest for some reason.
"Okay, so how are we going to go do this?" I questioned the group.
The lieutenant then replied, "We will split the group into two, one focusing on the Psyker and the other on the Deathclaw. Stealth and surprise are on our side at the moment and will serve as our key to victory. The deathclaws skin is impervious to bullets but is vulnerable to laser and plasma fire. It would be best if someone were to distract the beast while the others shoot at it with our weaponry at a distance." He said with complete confidence.
"This place is a minefield, so if we can get it in the middle of that, we could have it blow itself up everywhere its steps." I informed the lieutenant.
He smiled and said, "Good idea. Now what about the Psyker?" he questioned the group.
That was when Carver spoke up, "I can use my psyker talents to shroud us and distract the fool, while the rest get the jump on him and eliminate him. I would recommend Clover and…" he said, gesturing to Jericho. I had no idea what he meant by 'shrouding' us or this whole 'psyker' thing, but I'm not going to question it for now.
"Jericho." Simply said the ex-bandit, Carver nodding.
"What about me and Dogmeat?" questioned Riddick, noticing that he didn't have a role.
The lieutenant swiftly replied, "You two will serve as support for whoever has the most trouble." To the giant with the dog.
"Well alright, looks like we have a plan." I said confidently to the group, feeling more prepared than before.
[PVT. Carver POV]
After seeing the boy Matthew and the machine Mike go with the Lieutenant to deal with the beast, I turn my attention to Clover and Jericho, and upon calling on the powers of the warp, cast my shroud over them and watch them leave, ready to do their part to take down the mad psyker.
"So, how are you going to distract the floating jackass there, buddy?" questioned a voice that has grown to become the BANE of my existence.
"Now is not the time, ISAAC." I curtly replied, already annoyed with him.
One day, I met the infernal spirit as my chapter was traversing the warp when HE suddenly pops into my body, speaking of impending doom and how he needed my aid. I was rightfully terrified of his sudden entrance and believed he was a demon, and promptly went to the chapter's chaplain and Librarian for aid on the matter. Regretfully, they informed me that it actually was a spirit and was being completely honest with me. The matter was brought up to the chapter master, and he decreed that I go I search for whatever this grave threat this wretched spirit was going on about.
I found it and saw that it was a dire threat, much to my displeasure. So, my chapter, the inquisition, the Grey Knights, and an unfortunate Imperial Guard regiment were brought in to destroy the threat, and it went terribly wrong. Needless to say, that it involved a doomed world, trillions dead and 'infected', an exterminatus, and me getting my power-armored clad ass into an Emperor knows old ship and crashing into a den of slavers, where I met the women Clover, who refuses to take the hint that I do not want a traveling companion. At least the threat is finally dead, but that is a story for another time.
It has been a long eventful series of unfortunate events. It especially doesn't help that the spirit was once an 'engineer' and takes over my body and commits techno heresy, though the technology does intrigue me, I will admit.
Now I have to deal with a crazed psyker and a giant deathclaw with a group of strangers, while I deal with a ghost who is now living inside my body. I just want to go back to my chapter and rest this off like a BAD nightmare. But first, kill the psyker and survive this world.
"You didn't answer the question." The blasted ghost said coyly.
I snapped and said, "FINE! If it will shut you up for 5 minutes, I'll tell you. I'm going to insult the psyker's parentage using that dumb movie you once quoted to me on our 'adventure'."
Before the spirit had a chance to reply, I quickly stood up and shouted to the mad psyker, "Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!"
The psyker quickly rounded on me and roared in anger, "NO THEY WEREN'T! MY MOTHER WAS A SEAGULL AND MY FATHER SMELT OF SEWAGE!" his attention completely on me.
Before he had a chance to strike at me, my companions attacked him with their autoguns and cut him to ribbons. He fell to the ground with a look of shock and disbelief. Bastard never stood a chance. Now to turn our attention to the foul beast.
That was when I heard a mighty crash and looked back at the beast and gasped.
"OH SHIT!" exclaimed Isaac.
[Matthew Howard POV]
5 Minutes Before
Mike and I followed the lieutenant to deal with the deathclaw. I went around the other end of the minefield, and once I was in position, I shot at the beast gaining its undivided attention. I will confess that it looking at me with the intention of tearing me apart unnerved me a lot, but it wasn't the time or place to lose my cool and bolt it out of here.
When it reached the middle of the field, setting off the landmines it stepped over, that when Mike and Lieutenant Dan open fired on the beast. The deathclaw stood there confused, trying to figure out which target to go for, setting off mines as it stumbled around in a daze. It looked like our plan was working without a hitch.
That was, before it set its sights on me again.
Finally deciding on a target, it ran full speed at me. Alarmed, I ready my rifle again, backing up, firing away at it as the bullets bounced off its thick, scaly hide. It rammed me headfirst, lifting me screaming up in the air, throwing me into a decaying house wall which crumbled from the force of me hitting the wall. I sat embedded into the wall in a daze, my back and chest in pain, my ears ringing as I tried to make sense of my surroundings before a shadow came over me.
As the beast stood over me, I struggled to lift my rifle at it and pulled the trigger at it, but all I heard was a heart-breaking click of my now empty gun. I could have sworn that the damn beast smiled sinisterly at me, it having me at its complete mercy, of which it had none. I saw my life flash before my eyes, filling me with despair at how short my life has been thus far.
And it would have been, if not for three factors resulting in my survival. First was the beast being hit by a laser in the eye, blinding it, courtesy of Mike. The second was of Carver shooting out a blue cloud at the deathclaw, somehow slowing it down. And lastly was Riddick coming in slashing at the beast while Dogmeat dragged me by the arm, pulling me out from the danger.
Riddick dealt the final blow against the deathclaw by cutting off the beast's head with his axe.
That was when I finally blacked out.
A Few Hours Later
I was lying on my back when I came to, looking at the night star overhead by a warm campfire.
I noticed that everyone was around the campfire, with Mike watching over me diligently by my side.
"W-what happened?" I ask around, confused as to what has occurred after I passed out.
"You were severely injured after the fight against the deathclaw. If not for our timely intervention, you would not have survived your injuries. I am glad you survived." Said Mike, relief in his voice. "We have also gathered the requested landmines for Moiras survival book." He said after the fact.
"T-thanks guys." I said bashfully, unused to getting help from people not my dad.
"Think nothing of it dear boy. We were just relieved that you survived our encounter." Responded Lieutenant Dan, glad to see me awake. "Why we were just talking about what brought you out and about this desolate wasteland here for." Finishing his statement.
Groaning as I sat up, I said, "I'm looking for my dad, he left our vault some time ago, and I came looking for him to find out why he did it." I told them as I felt something in my gut tell me that I could somehow trust the powered armored men.
"…Well, how about you let us join you on your little quest here then? We don't have anything else to do besides wandering these wastes, so might as well stick together in the meantime." Said the lieutenant, the others simply humming in agreement.
After thinking it over a bit in my head, I looked at Mike, who nodded the bots 'head', turned to the group, and said. "Sure, I could use all the help I can get."
Authors Notes
And there we have it. We are finally introduced to our space marines.
You may have noticed that I had special names for our marines and equipment to them, especially Lieutenant Dan and PVT. Carver.
The lieutenant's plasma gun is something I made up that will go into detail in the next chapter, while Carver's equipment is from the dead space series. That is a separate fanfic for that story he mentioned earlier for the future.
The lieutenant is a primaris lieutenant hellblaster with a special plasma gun.
Riddick is an assault intercessor with 2 power axes and 2 monoknifes.
And Carver is a vanguard librarian with a space marine-sized plasma cutter and a gauntlet with a stasis module and a kinesis module.
I'll add more depth to the characters as the series progresses, but they will be our introduction to the Warhammer universe.
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Edit: made of few minor changes.