Disclaimer: Warhammer 40K and all materials not created by me are the property of Games Workshop Limited. I own Rayne and Rivus and Rayne's Suit idea but not the word 'Spryer(s)'. Oh yeah I own the gang names too.
Hunter
Chapter 1: Let the Hunt Begin
[UNKNOWN LOCATION LVL:32]
Rayne was incredibly pissed off. His Spryer suit was a flaming wreck. The piece had cost him 10 000 credits, not mentioning the cost of getting it through the Arbiter's checkpoints. Those damn gangers should of finished him off when they had the chance. There is no mercy in the Underhive. Rivus, the Blackarm Gang leader, knew it. He shouldn't of spared Rayne, now his most important part of his being, his pride, was wounded and it hurt more than any physical wound.
Rayne lugged his near-dead body back to his base. Locking the base up tight he dropped into another suit in a vat of healing/cryo fluid. His last thought was '...he'll pay...' As he slept the suit worked it's technological magic. His broken bones healed, his skin and everything to his bruises faded. Rayne woke up in the cryo vat he and suit were suspended in feeling better than ever before. Upon looking to the wreckage that was his old suit soured his face.
Rayne, in the suit, crawled out of the tub and tumbled to the ground. The suit had already fed him his breakfast through an IV built into the suit. The nutrient rich fluid would sustain him for a day. He walked over to a small computer on a nearby ceramite table and hooked up his suit to it and run a diagnostic program. While loading bolter clips into each gauntlet, which had an under-slung bolter the program checked his suit. 'Nuclear/Biological/Chemical Sealed - 100%, Ammo 10% and rising, Health 96%, Combat Stimms - 85%, Rebreather - 100%, Filter System - 100% Air-tight? - Yes. Combat Capability - 86% - 88% - 90% - 92% - 94% - 95%' the machine droned as it checked his status.
Rayne nodded. There was going to be hell to pay. He stepped outside and surveyed the twisted Underhive. "Hell cometh unto thee, bitch" he muttered as he crouched down, focused his mind and jumped up. The leg joints rocketed him up and then the limited flight module took over. He reached a gangway above the building. Using the jump and rocket technique he managed to reach the top sector of level 32. The next level up, level 31, was infested with gangers, Blackarm and Phoenix gangers.
[ACCESS TUNNEL LVL:32-31 TRANSITION]
Rayne reached the access tunnel that led from level 32 to level 31. The suit picked up a noise before his natural ears even heard it and amplified it so he could hear. Rayne jumped into the girders above. His left gauntlet grew 5 claws. Each was hollow and could inject a selection of lethal and not-so lethal bio-toxins if necessary. Of course each blade-claw was monomolecular, that is the blade's cutting edge was a single molecule wide so they could cut ceramite or plasteel just as readily as flesh.
"Bob I got a bad feeling about this" said one ganger, Blackarm by his colors. "Oh please, Rivus scared that Spryer off and ruined his suit too" said Bob, laughing, "No worries Jenkins, no worries". "Huh" said Jenkins. (I'm truly sorry everyone but the 'Jenkins' and Bob's' nearly always die). Rayne smoldered in his suit. He felt like yelling out at them, but it would be fatal to his hunt. They passed underneath him. He was the hunter, they were his prey.
"So anyway Jenkins..." said Bob. Jenkins wasn't there. "Jenkins? Jenkins!?!". Whispering fervent prayers to the Emperor, Bob clutched his Lasgun and walked slowly on. "Jenkins?!? Please man, this isn't funny where are you?". The ganger turned back toward the access tunnel and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. The spryer dropped down from the ceiling and broke into a run toward the ganger, he easily ran twice as fast as the Blackarm. Bob glanced back to check behind him even though he heard nothing since the sound of Rayne running was non-existant, he gasped and stumbled as he caught a glimpse of the quarter-ton of pure death charging behind him. Bob raised his lasgun and fired at point-black in a futile attempt to save his life. The laser bounced off the armor's reflective coating. "Bitch" was the last word Bob heard as he started to yell but was abruptly cut off as his head was separated from his neck and his heart and lungs cut into 2 pieces.
(A/N: Next chpater will be up by Friday hopefully earlier. It may even have some actual skill in it. I wrote this at 11:30 PM and I'm writing this bit and revising it at 11:15 AM next morning, that's when I woke up almost. No more late night writing sessions for The Soldier)
Holy Hell, I rewrote it. Enjoy the better version.
Hunter
Chapter 1: Let the Hunt Begin
[UNKNOWN LOCATION LVL:32]
Rayne was incredibly pissed off. His Spryer suit was a flaming wreck. The piece had cost him 10 000 credits, not mentioning the cost of getting it through the Arbiter's checkpoints. Those damn gangers should of finished him off when they had the chance. There is no mercy in the Underhive. Rivus, the Blackarm Gang leader, knew it. He shouldn't of spared Rayne, now his most important part of his being, his pride, was wounded and it hurt more than any physical wound.
Rayne lugged his near-dead body back to his base. Locking the base up tight he dropped into another suit in a vat of healing/cryo fluid. His last thought was '...he'll pay...' As he slept the suit worked it's technological magic. His broken bones healed, his skin and everything to his bruises faded. Rayne woke up in the cryo vat he and suit were suspended in feeling better than ever before. Upon looking to the wreckage that was his old suit soured his face.
Rayne, in the suit, crawled out of the tub and tumbled to the ground. The suit had already fed him his breakfast through an IV built into the suit. The nutrient rich fluid would sustain him for a day. He walked over to a small computer on a nearby ceramite table and hooked up his suit to it and run a diagnostic program. While loading bolter clips into each gauntlet, which had an under-slung bolter the program checked his suit. 'Nuclear/Biological/Chemical Sealed - 100%, Ammo 10% and rising, Health 96%, Combat Stimms - 85%, Rebreather - 100%, Filter System - 100% Air-tight? - Yes. Combat Capability - 86% - 88% - 90% - 92% - 94% - 95%' the machine droned as it checked his status.
Rayne nodded. There was going to be hell to pay. He stepped outside and surveyed the twisted Underhive. "Hell cometh unto thee, bitch" he muttered as he crouched down, focused his mind and jumped up. The leg joints rocketed him up and then the limited flight module took over. He reached a gangway above the building. Using the jump and rocket technique he managed to reach the top sector of level 32. The next level up, level 31, was infested with gangers, Blackarm and Phoenix gangers.
[ACCESS TUNNEL LVL:32-31 TRANSITION]
Rayne reached the access tunnel that led from level 32 to level 31. The suit picked up a noise before his natural ears even heard it and amplified it so he could hear. Rayne jumped into the girders above. His left gauntlet grew 5 claws. Each was hollow and could inject a selection of lethal and not-so lethal bio-toxins if necessary. Of course each blade-claw was monomolecular, that is the blade's cutting edge was a single molecule wide so they could cut ceramite or plasteel just as readily as flesh.
"Bob I got a bad feeling about this" said one ganger, Blackarm by his colors. "Oh please, Rivus scared that Spryer off and ruined his suit too" said Bob, laughing, "No worries Jenkins, no worries". "Huh" said Jenkins. (I'm truly sorry everyone but the 'Jenkins' and Bob's' nearly always die). Rayne smoldered in his suit. He felt like yelling out at them, but it would be fatal to his hunt. They passed underneath him. He was the hunter, they were his prey.
"So anyway Jenkins..." said Bob. Jenkins wasn't there. "Jenkins? Jenkins!?!". Whispering fervent prayers to the Emperor, Bob clutched his Lasgun and walked slowly on. "Jenkins?!? Please man, this isn't funny where are you?". The ganger turned back toward the access tunnel and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. The spryer dropped down from the ceiling and broke into a run toward the ganger, he easily ran twice as fast as the Blackarm. Bob glanced back to check behind him even though he heard nothing since the sound of Rayne running was non-existant, he gasped and stumbled as he caught a glimpse of the quarter-ton of pure death charging behind him. Bob raised his lasgun and fired at point-black in a futile attempt to save his life. The laser bounced off the armor's reflective coating. "Bitch" was the last word Bob heard as he started to yell but was abruptly cut off as his head was separated from his neck and his heart and lungs cut into 2 pieces.
(A/N: Next chpater will be up by Friday hopefully earlier. It may even have some actual skill in it. I wrote this at 11:30 PM and I'm writing this bit and revising it at 11:15 AM next morning, that's when I woke up almost. No more late night writing sessions for The Soldier)
Holy Hell, I rewrote it. Enjoy the better version.