Blood War
Chapter 2: The Battle Begins
Sergeant Wallace's squad was ordered to see what had crashed or landed on this planet recently. It had been picked up by their radar, so they went to go check it out. They had loaded there weapons and checked their equipment. They hid in the bushes so they wouldn't alarm whoever it was. They could here movement in the distance and the humming of engines. A scope was stuck through the bush. Wallace's sniper looked through.
"Johnson, what do you see?"
"Well sir, they look humans with heavy armor. They're wearing gas masks and unloading heavy artillery. You can't see any skin on them at all." Wallace thought for a moment. It could be some sort of Covenant trick. They had been told that a Covenant cruiser was in orbit. Perhaps this was a new kind of cruiser. He would send someone out to talk to them.
"Bronx, get over here." A black man that looked like he had been lifting weights most his life came forth.
"Yes, sir."
"I got a job for you to do. I want you to go out there and check it out. Bring us back a report and don't get caught." MA5B's clicked showing that the safeties had been turned off. Bronx rushed through the bushes and hid behind some crates. Johnson was right. They wore gas masks and heavy armor. What was armor seemed to be covered in latex. There boots seemed heavy for them. They also carried strange machine guns. This was turning odd. There were no marines that were like this, unless this was some secret project. He took another peak and saw a different type. This one wore a helmet with horns on the side and black armor instead of the yellowish rusted armor the others wore. He also carried a sword that looked like a chainsaw with a hilt. What Bronx didn't like was the fact that there were pictures of human skulls on there armor. Then he saw them, small little naked creatures that seemed to carry human butcher knives.
It began to creep him out. He turned away and came face to face with one of the little critters. Its one eye starred at him. He looked at it and it looked at him. He smiled. It wasn't long before he felt pain. The creature had stabbed him in the side and continued to stab him. His cries of pain were drowned by the blood in his throat. The Plaguebearer and its friends dragged him off. Blood was sprayed against the crate. They took it to the Greater Daemon who ordered his Khorne Berserkers to scout the area for any other spies. They spread out. The marines had their advantage. They were use to these parts. They heard the Khorne Berserkers moving around. Johnson took a peak through the bushes. Where Bronx was suppose to be was one big blood stain.
"Bronx is dead sir."
"That's it. Lets go boys, we're gonna kill these bastards if it's the last thing we do." Johnson scrambled up a tree and armed his S2 AM sniper rifle. He looked through the scope. The other marines fanned out. It wasn't long before Johnson heard a bloodcurdling scream followed by a whirring sound. He looked through his scope. The spikes of one of the evil marines' sword were moving quickly like a chainsaw. He placed the targeting reticule over the latex surrounding the evil marine's neck. He pulled the trigger. There was recoil and the muffled shot pierced the evil marine's neck. It didn't even phase him. Johnson pulled the trigger three more times. Still no reaction, but the evil marine did look his way. Johnson slammed in a fresh clip and took aim again. The evil marine was charging for his position. He fired three more rounds into the evil marine's neck before it dropped. He shot it with his M6D pistol to make sure it was dead. He examined the weapons it carried. He took off its pack and threw its weapons in it. He was obligated to report this to the general. He began running out of the forest when he felt a pain like no other. There was a hole the size where you could shove a soda can through. One of the evil marine's had pulled the trigger to its gun as it ran.
Sergeant Wallace placed the barrel of his MA5B to the evil marine's neck and pulled the trigger. He unloaded the entire clip into its neck.
"Because of you I lost my entire squad you bastard." He ran over to Johnson. He pulled out a can of Biofoam and filled the wound. He threw the backpack over his shoulders and tried to help Johnson up to his feet. They both staggered along. They could hear more whirring sounds. Johnson fell.
"Get up son."
"Sorry sir. I can't go on."
"Don't die on me now." Johnson grinned.
"If I die, I'm taking some of those god forsaken things with me." Sergeant Wallace couldn't help but laugh. He handed Johnson his S2 AM.
"Give them hell marine." Johnson patted his sergeant's leg and Wallace ran off. Johnson could see several of the figures approaching him. He placed the reticule over one of their necks and unloaded a clip. It wasn't long before he was using his M6D to try and take them down. Wallace could hear the bloodcurdling scream as he ran off. He stopped for a moment and closed his eyes. He pictured his squad in his head before they had been slaughtered in front of him. Everyone, gone. He trudged on. So far the Chaos Marines had did good enough to take out thousands of enemies and they had just arrived.
Chapter 2: The Battle Begins
Sergeant Wallace's squad was ordered to see what had crashed or landed on this planet recently. It had been picked up by their radar, so they went to go check it out. They had loaded there weapons and checked their equipment. They hid in the bushes so they wouldn't alarm whoever it was. They could here movement in the distance and the humming of engines. A scope was stuck through the bush. Wallace's sniper looked through.
"Johnson, what do you see?"
"Well sir, they look humans with heavy armor. They're wearing gas masks and unloading heavy artillery. You can't see any skin on them at all." Wallace thought for a moment. It could be some sort of Covenant trick. They had been told that a Covenant cruiser was in orbit. Perhaps this was a new kind of cruiser. He would send someone out to talk to them.
"Bronx, get over here." A black man that looked like he had been lifting weights most his life came forth.
"Yes, sir."
"I got a job for you to do. I want you to go out there and check it out. Bring us back a report and don't get caught." MA5B's clicked showing that the safeties had been turned off. Bronx rushed through the bushes and hid behind some crates. Johnson was right. They wore gas masks and heavy armor. What was armor seemed to be covered in latex. There boots seemed heavy for them. They also carried strange machine guns. This was turning odd. There were no marines that were like this, unless this was some secret project. He took another peak and saw a different type. This one wore a helmet with horns on the side and black armor instead of the yellowish rusted armor the others wore. He also carried a sword that looked like a chainsaw with a hilt. What Bronx didn't like was the fact that there were pictures of human skulls on there armor. Then he saw them, small little naked creatures that seemed to carry human butcher knives.
It began to creep him out. He turned away and came face to face with one of the little critters. Its one eye starred at him. He looked at it and it looked at him. He smiled. It wasn't long before he felt pain. The creature had stabbed him in the side and continued to stab him. His cries of pain were drowned by the blood in his throat. The Plaguebearer and its friends dragged him off. Blood was sprayed against the crate. They took it to the Greater Daemon who ordered his Khorne Berserkers to scout the area for any other spies. They spread out. The marines had their advantage. They were use to these parts. They heard the Khorne Berserkers moving around. Johnson took a peak through the bushes. Where Bronx was suppose to be was one big blood stain.
"Bronx is dead sir."
"That's it. Lets go boys, we're gonna kill these bastards if it's the last thing we do." Johnson scrambled up a tree and armed his S2 AM sniper rifle. He looked through the scope. The other marines fanned out. It wasn't long before Johnson heard a bloodcurdling scream followed by a whirring sound. He looked through his scope. The spikes of one of the evil marines' sword were moving quickly like a chainsaw. He placed the targeting reticule over the latex surrounding the evil marine's neck. He pulled the trigger. There was recoil and the muffled shot pierced the evil marine's neck. It didn't even phase him. Johnson pulled the trigger three more times. Still no reaction, but the evil marine did look his way. Johnson slammed in a fresh clip and took aim again. The evil marine was charging for his position. He fired three more rounds into the evil marine's neck before it dropped. He shot it with his M6D pistol to make sure it was dead. He examined the weapons it carried. He took off its pack and threw its weapons in it. He was obligated to report this to the general. He began running out of the forest when he felt a pain like no other. There was a hole the size where you could shove a soda can through. One of the evil marine's had pulled the trigger to its gun as it ran.
Sergeant Wallace placed the barrel of his MA5B to the evil marine's neck and pulled the trigger. He unloaded the entire clip into its neck.
"Because of you I lost my entire squad you bastard." He ran over to Johnson. He pulled out a can of Biofoam and filled the wound. He threw the backpack over his shoulders and tried to help Johnson up to his feet. They both staggered along. They could hear more whirring sounds. Johnson fell.
"Get up son."
"Sorry sir. I can't go on."
"Don't die on me now." Johnson grinned.
"If I die, I'm taking some of those god forsaken things with me." Sergeant Wallace couldn't help but laugh. He handed Johnson his S2 AM.
"Give them hell marine." Johnson patted his sergeant's leg and Wallace ran off. Johnson could see several of the figures approaching him. He placed the reticule over one of their necks and unloaded a clip. It wasn't long before he was using his M6D to try and take them down. Wallace could hear the bloodcurdling scream as he ran off. He stopped for a moment and closed his eyes. He pictured his squad in his head before they had been slaughtered in front of him. Everyone, gone. He trudged on. So far the Chaos Marines had did good enough to take out thousands of enemies and they had just arrived.
