standard disclaimer.
I glanced swiftly around my room. The Dark Angels were headed down the corridors of the base. Their destination? My cubicle. Evidently, they had pinned the Fallen One's location within the base. Shit. It was well know within certain circles that the Dark Angels hate for the Space Wolves was surpassed only by their hate for meddling Inquisitors. I glanced hurridly around the room, searching. Not finding any practicle way to escape, I drew my force sword across my knees, switched off the safety on my laspistol and awaited the pending interrogation. The irony of the situation was not lost upon me. The door swooshed open, and there they stood: A Death Wing Commander and his entourage. I pretended not to notice them, but in reality I took in every detail. One commander, eight marines, and one librarian. The unit commander glanced around the room, searching. I could feel the librarian sweeping the room on the non-physical planes, several times bumping into my mental sheild. I still pretended not to notice them, at least until the commander stepped right in front of me.
" Where is he?" he asked.
" To whom would you be referring to?" I countered.
" You know damn well to whom I refer."
" I do?"
The commander scowled fiercly and gestured to the librarian. I felt the pressure on my mental shield increase. It got more and more painful, until I could take no more without betraying it outwardly. So I gripped my force sword, and did a little "poking" of my own. I heard the librarian give a grunt, but whether it was in pain or frustration, I know not. I think the ordeal would have erupted into bloodshed, had the base commander buzzed my comlonk with a message.
" Sir, the Chaos traitors are resuming their assualt."
At this welcome interruption, I stood up, preparing to go back to work. The Dark Angels, however, were not finished.
" I have a duty to preform and you are hindering it." He said.
" Ditto." I replied.
I got the distinct impression that the commande was about to bring his armored fist down on my head, and he probably would have except for one thing: As the Fallen One had told me, the task of defending the base would increase tenfold when he left. Apperently, he left, fore in the corridors of the base, I could hear the screams of the personel as the Chaos troops breached the outer defenses. Hefting my weapons, I dodged around the Death Wing commander and took off down the corridors. My first encounter was with a Korne Berserker who was rending the corpse of a human. Bringing my bolter to bear, I squeezed a round off from the hip.
" Die you treasonous scum!"
The bolt impacted into the Berserker's helmet eyepiece, burying itself in his skull before exploding with a muffled "pop", spraying bone and metal shards and brain matter all over the surrounding walls. The next resistence I ran into was a Chaos trooper who had his back to me. He obviously felt very confident of himself, because he wore no helmet. Not wanting to waste a bolt, I drew my laspistol, intent on drilling him throught the skull. Someone beat me to it, however, and I winced as a sream of bolter fire spewed past me and stitched into to Chaos soldier. I didn't even notice that the Dark Angels had followed me. Several more Chaos troops emerged from the corridor in front of us, only to be punctured by more bolter fire that painted the surrounding walls a dark scarlet.
" They are trying to get to the command center. The base's internal defenses have been damaged." A marine said after he had plugged into the base computer.
" I got the internal defenses. You guys get to the command center." I ordered.
I could tell I had made a mistake when I used that tone of voice on the Dark Angels. They all glared at me like I was a chaos daemon. I didn't stat long enough to give them time to argue. I loped off down the hallway. Suddenly, the floors quaked under my feet, and for the second time in less than an hour, I hit my head on a solid object. Only this time I passed out................
I glanced swiftly around my room. The Dark Angels were headed down the corridors of the base. Their destination? My cubicle. Evidently, they had pinned the Fallen One's location within the base. Shit. It was well know within certain circles that the Dark Angels hate for the Space Wolves was surpassed only by their hate for meddling Inquisitors. I glanced hurridly around the room, searching. Not finding any practicle way to escape, I drew my force sword across my knees, switched off the safety on my laspistol and awaited the pending interrogation. The irony of the situation was not lost upon me. The door swooshed open, and there they stood: A Death Wing Commander and his entourage. I pretended not to notice them, but in reality I took in every detail. One commander, eight marines, and one librarian. The unit commander glanced around the room, searching. I could feel the librarian sweeping the room on the non-physical planes, several times bumping into my mental sheild. I still pretended not to notice them, at least until the commander stepped right in front of me.
" Where is he?" he asked.
" To whom would you be referring to?" I countered.
" You know damn well to whom I refer."
" I do?"
The commander scowled fiercly and gestured to the librarian. I felt the pressure on my mental shield increase. It got more and more painful, until I could take no more without betraying it outwardly. So I gripped my force sword, and did a little "poking" of my own. I heard the librarian give a grunt, but whether it was in pain or frustration, I know not. I think the ordeal would have erupted into bloodshed, had the base commander buzzed my comlonk with a message.
" Sir, the Chaos traitors are resuming their assualt."
At this welcome interruption, I stood up, preparing to go back to work. The Dark Angels, however, were not finished.
" I have a duty to preform and you are hindering it." He said.
" Ditto." I replied.
I got the distinct impression that the commande was about to bring his armored fist down on my head, and he probably would have except for one thing: As the Fallen One had told me, the task of defending the base would increase tenfold when he left. Apperently, he left, fore in the corridors of the base, I could hear the screams of the personel as the Chaos troops breached the outer defenses. Hefting my weapons, I dodged around the Death Wing commander and took off down the corridors. My first encounter was with a Korne Berserker who was rending the corpse of a human. Bringing my bolter to bear, I squeezed a round off from the hip.
" Die you treasonous scum!"
The bolt impacted into the Berserker's helmet eyepiece, burying itself in his skull before exploding with a muffled "pop", spraying bone and metal shards and brain matter all over the surrounding walls. The next resistence I ran into was a Chaos trooper who had his back to me. He obviously felt very confident of himself, because he wore no helmet. Not wanting to waste a bolt, I drew my laspistol, intent on drilling him throught the skull. Someone beat me to it, however, and I winced as a sream of bolter fire spewed past me and stitched into to Chaos soldier. I didn't even notice that the Dark Angels had followed me. Several more Chaos troops emerged from the corridor in front of us, only to be punctured by more bolter fire that painted the surrounding walls a dark scarlet.
" They are trying to get to the command center. The base's internal defenses have been damaged." A marine said after he had plugged into the base computer.
" I got the internal defenses. You guys get to the command center." I ordered.
I could tell I had made a mistake when I used that tone of voice on the Dark Angels. They all glared at me like I was a chaos daemon. I didn't stat long enough to give them time to argue. I loped off down the hallway. Suddenly, the floors quaked under my feet, and for the second time in less than an hour, I hit my head on a solid object. Only this time I passed out................