Chapter 2
I held my power axe with pride. We strode out into the holding yard. The power axe suddenly began to glow as energy whipped around the blade. Then the gate at the far corner opened and the beast raced out. They were Orks. The colossal green skins ran at us with shootas a choppas. A bullet cracked my shoulder pad, exposing the pipes and wires. I grabbed an Orks dirty vest. He swung his choppa at my head. I ducked out of the way and slammed my power axe into his back, spraying blood over the grass.
It didn't take long for us to have wiped out the Ork horde, but my armour had been broken. I walked over to the armour hut to get it fixed. After a few hours I was ready to go again. I went into the training yard and got a sack. My power axe ripped it in half. And again. And again. And again. Then the P.A. sounded. "Please report to the holding yard. I repeat. Please report to the holding yard." "Strange." I said to myself. "I wonder why."
When I arrived at the holding yard all the dead Orks were gone, but there was blood on the grass. "We've come across a tragedy." The Wolf Guard said. "One of our men has died in the combat training." He held up a corpse. It had its head missing and there was an Ork in a death grip with his hand. "This must never happen again. Never." Then one of my battle brothers put his hand up. "Sir. When are we doing promotions?" He asked. "Not yet. Probably after our battle with the Dark Angels." The marine looked put-down. We went back to our dorms.
I lay in my bunk. My old bolt pistols under my bed and my power axe in a case. I sighed. "Hey, you. Underneath me." One of my battle brothers whispered. "Yeah." I replied. "Why did you get a power axe?" "'Cause I can obliterate a sack in 2 seconds with a pair of bolt pistols." "Jesus!" He sounded stunned. "Show me. I want proof." "But that could get us.. Well. I'll show you tomorrow." I put my head on the pillow and started playing with the Wolf fangs around my neck. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
"Go! Go! Go!" The Wolf Guard shouted. A bolter round ripped through his head and it split apart. He screamed as his backpack was caked in brains. I howled and ran with amazing rage towards the traitorous Dark Angels. I hacked them apart with my power axe and finally came face-to-face with their Force Commander. I raised my axe. Suddenly I felt something go through my stomach. I puked all over him and looked down. His force sword had left a large hole in my stomach. "Ah!" I cried as I sat bolt upright, whacking my head on the bunk above me. There was puke everywhere. I glanced to my left and saw a ray of light glowing through the window. I got up and shook the marine above me. "Hey. Hey!" I said. He rolled over. "I can show you now." "Cool." He jumped out of bed and I picked my bolt pistols up from underneath my bed. We ran into the training yard and set up a sack. Quick as a flash, it was gone. "Nice. My name is brother Rolf." We shook hands. "My name's brother Danius."
I held my power axe with pride. We strode out into the holding yard. The power axe suddenly began to glow as energy whipped around the blade. Then the gate at the far corner opened and the beast raced out. They were Orks. The colossal green skins ran at us with shootas a choppas. A bullet cracked my shoulder pad, exposing the pipes and wires. I grabbed an Orks dirty vest. He swung his choppa at my head. I ducked out of the way and slammed my power axe into his back, spraying blood over the grass.
It didn't take long for us to have wiped out the Ork horde, but my armour had been broken. I walked over to the armour hut to get it fixed. After a few hours I was ready to go again. I went into the training yard and got a sack. My power axe ripped it in half. And again. And again. And again. Then the P.A. sounded. "Please report to the holding yard. I repeat. Please report to the holding yard." "Strange." I said to myself. "I wonder why."
When I arrived at the holding yard all the dead Orks were gone, but there was blood on the grass. "We've come across a tragedy." The Wolf Guard said. "One of our men has died in the combat training." He held up a corpse. It had its head missing and there was an Ork in a death grip with his hand. "This must never happen again. Never." Then one of my battle brothers put his hand up. "Sir. When are we doing promotions?" He asked. "Not yet. Probably after our battle with the Dark Angels." The marine looked put-down. We went back to our dorms.
I lay in my bunk. My old bolt pistols under my bed and my power axe in a case. I sighed. "Hey, you. Underneath me." One of my battle brothers whispered. "Yeah." I replied. "Why did you get a power axe?" "'Cause I can obliterate a sack in 2 seconds with a pair of bolt pistols." "Jesus!" He sounded stunned. "Show me. I want proof." "But that could get us.. Well. I'll show you tomorrow." I put my head on the pillow and started playing with the Wolf fangs around my neck. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
"Go! Go! Go!" The Wolf Guard shouted. A bolter round ripped through his head and it split apart. He screamed as his backpack was caked in brains. I howled and ran with amazing rage towards the traitorous Dark Angels. I hacked them apart with my power axe and finally came face-to-face with their Force Commander. I raised my axe. Suddenly I felt something go through my stomach. I puked all over him and looked down. His force sword had left a large hole in my stomach. "Ah!" I cried as I sat bolt upright, whacking my head on the bunk above me. There was puke everywhere. I glanced to my left and saw a ray of light glowing through the window. I got up and shook the marine above me. "Hey. Hey!" I said. He rolled over. "I can show you now." "Cool." He jumped out of bed and I picked my bolt pistols up from underneath my bed. We ran into the training yard and set up a sack. Quick as a flash, it was gone. "Nice. My name is brother Rolf." We shook hands. "My name's brother Danius."