Chapter 2
The Bolter and the Combat Knife
Tatrasiel coughed, the smoke blinding him as the alarm above him sounded and the light lit up. He ran out as more poison was released, the feeling of his third lung working foreign to him. His heightened senses seeing more then ever before, the speed greatly increased. He reached the first set of targets and pulled out his combat knife, giving what would easily be fatal blows to whatever heretic stood before him. He continued to go through, encountering obstacles he had to jump or duck under, not stopping. He was given the second alarm and pulled the bolt pistol, shooting half a dozen targets annihilating them. He continued running through. A third alarm sounded as he ran through a door, the trial over. He was immediately attacked by a scout, who slammed into him from behind and tried to bring him down. Tatrasiel was able to throw him and pinned him, pulling out his bolt pistol. Sergeant Halbrean spoke "good good. Nice job Tatrasiel you easily made time and fought off your attacker. Usually the surprise gets them. You're cleared for now head back to the range and continue the trial there." Tatrasiel responded "Yes Sergeant ''.
Tatrasiel walked back where he was greeted by Sachael, a fellow recruit who had been placed into his squad. "Greeting Tatrasiel hope the trial went well." He grabbed his Bolter as Tatrasiel walked up to the quartermaster and grabbed his. He turned to Sachael after "It did. Hope you passed yours as well, as did the rest of our squad." Sachael chuckled and spoke "I'm sure they did fine Tatrasiel, I doubt any of them failed." Tatrasiel chuckled and left, heading to the range. The rest of the squad was already there, showing their marksmanship with their Bolter. To the left was Casios, a recruit taken from the station who had finished the marksmanship training. He is very aggressive and tends to go instantly to violence, due to his violent upbringing on the station. His shots recorded by the servo skull taken to be analyzed. He started to take apart and clean his weapon as well. In the 2nd spot was Turiel. He was currently firing down range as a servo skull recorded him. He was from Cthonia, same as him from one of the smaller cities in the northern part of the planet. He was extremely aggressive, preferring the close combat training to the ranged combat. In the third spot was Jogem. He was from Cythonia as well. From the southern wastes where the pirates and bandits originated from that had moved their way west, where he and Sachael were from. Sachael was further west then him, part of a huge conglomerate of clans, one of the major powers on the planet. He was not as aggressive as the rest of his squad. But one thing that they all had in common was the preference of the close combat training. Even with their different upbringings, this was what they all had in common.
Tatrasiel took his position under the watchful eye of the instructor and fired down range. He fired an extremely close grouping of shots at the simulated target. He did this multiple times until he used all his magazines. After this he took apart and cleaned his weapon. By this point they had a 50% increase in bone length, a 700% increase in strength for their general bones, and a 900% increase for their ribs and sternum which had fully fused. Along with this their muscle density has increased by 800% already and was still increasing. They had put their weapons back together and returned to the quartermaster returning their firearms. They walked off to the main room where they were briefed for the day.
Tatrasiel looked around at his squad and addressed them. "It's hard to believe not 2 years ago we were Normal people, living on the station or on the planet. If they hadn't come I would be dead right now. They brought me back to life and took me into the legion. I had met none of you before, but I'm glad I did." Casios laughs and says "We all feel the same Tat. I wouldn't want to be placed anywhere else." The buzzer sounded as the outside door opened and the sergeant walked in. They knew that training was going to end soon. It had been almost a year and a half already. The sergeant stopped, flanked by 2 scouts. He spoke "Recruits. Your training is completed. You will come with us now and immediately. He walked out and the recruits followed him. They were taken back to the ship and separated. The few recruits who had survived selection and training were brought into separate rooms.
Tatrasiel was sat down and strapped to a table by the techpriest. A fluid was pumped into him as neuro analyzers were put on his head, as were a pair of goggles. He was put to sleep as a chaplain walked in. The apothecary standing next to him. A new fluid was injected into him and he went out. He suddenly woke up, surrounded by gunfire. He was in power armor, the bodies of his squad surrounding him, a shield and power sword in his hand. Khorne marines stood around him. One of them spoke "join us Tatrasiel. Your squad is dead. There are too many of us. You will be spared if you give your loyalty to Khorne, and spill blood in his name" Tatrasiel looked around and said a single word "Never" the Khorne marines revved their chain swords and axes and charged. A couple fired their bolters, the rounds ricocheting off Tatrasiel's shield and armor. He ran forward slamming a berserker down with his shield and cutting down another. He blocked a strike with his shield as a bolt shell hit his pauldron. He stabbed the marine attacking him and stabbed the guy he knocked down. A power axe from the guy behind him cut his arm off. Tatrasiel spun around and cut the guys head off and charged forward. He was hit by a storm of bolter shells and fell dead, his body hitting the ground. His vision went black and almost instantly lit up again. The smell of death in his nose. The sight of decay and death all around him. The plague of unbelief everywhere he looked. Plague ridden people begging for mercy as they decayed internally and externally, their flesh rotting and melting away. With him, surrounded by this. Plague marines walking around him, a great unclean one lumbering towards him. He had a lascannon in his hand, the unclean one laughing as he approached, vile mucus dripping from his exposed organs and his skin. The cries getting louder as Tatrasiel fired. He put the eye out of it, causing it to scream as he was brought down by a plague spewer. It stopped screaming and laughed as Tatrasiel was dissolved. His vision went black again and he woke, surrounded by a mass of intertwined flesh and a demon coming towards him. The pink one tempted him with pleasure and salvation, which he denied constantly, refusing to fall to the tricks. She still tried to coax him, and failed. His vision went black and lit up again, with him suspended in place, surrounded by darkness. His mind was prodded, as a blue glow started emanating from around him. A levitating figure, with 2 legs and 2 arms held above him, floating before him. Tatrasiel never relented even as his sanity was stripped from him, never losing his faith.
There was a bellowing laugh as he woke up on the table, the chaplain gone and with his straps being released. Gabriel spoke "You have yet passed another test. Welcome, scout." The apothecary walked out as did the serfs. Tatrasiel tried to get up and fell down, his body weak from the exertion. His mind flooded with new memories, of the heresy, the great crusade. The names of his primarch and the legion. Of the Emperor. The buzzer sounded as his door was opened, his other squad members exiting their rooms as well. Sergeant Halbrean stood in the hallway, in his armor. "Well done recruits. You 5 are staying here. You are now part of 10th company scouts of the 2nd Luna Wolves Chapter. I am your sergeant. Your first deployment happens soon. Head to the quartermaster to get your uniform and armor." He walked off as the 5 of them came together. Tatrasiel spoke "Do any of you remember what happened just now? All I remember is laying on the table and waking up with memories I didn't have before." Turiel grunted and spoke "I remember nothing. Apart from being taken into a room and waking up with the new memories, stuff about the Heresy, The Crusade and the Emperor, nothing." The rest of them nodded in agreement as they left, heading for the quartermaster.
