Chapter 2G
"This is Wong Petrochemicals Hell Talon Squadron Beta Tango, approaching target. Preparing for bombing run, over."
"Roger, Beta Tango, you are cleared to engage, over."
"Affirmative, Wong command, beginning our attack run now, over."
Out on the reeking oceans of diarrhoea of Alpha Plus Sanctuary, a huge fleet of gas tanker ships bearing the colours of the Brotherhood of Toth were en route to Unagi Island port facility, to deliver much needed gas from the 23 captured gas rigs to the Alpha Legion forces that controlled the island.
The skies above the diarrhoea oceans were hazy with noxious disease vapours.
Vast buzzing swarms of tiny daemonic flies of Nurgle were migrating across the sky, in huge mobile masses like schools of fish, so thick and so mobile that they provided visibility cover for aircraft.
The filthy air was thick and still, the loathsome clouds heavy and threatening rain.
The gas tanker ships were monstrous things, low down in the diarrhoea from the enormous weight of gas they held in bloated gas tanks.
The chaos cultists who crewed the ships were anxious, knowing that they were a high priority target for enemy forces to attack.
With sweaty foreheads the cultists desperately surveyed the skies for any sign of attack, the visibility was terrible!
Without warning the Beta Tango Squadron of Hell Talon fighter-bombers tore out of the thick swarms of flies!
The Brotherhood of Toth chaos cultists yelled out in warning as clusters of bombs fell from the aircraft as they tore overhead at supersonic speeds.
The bombs hit the decks of the leading ships in the vast convoy, blasting holes in the ships!
Split seconds later, colossal fireballs lit up the overcast surroundings as the escaping gas ignited in the air.
The leading ships were now floating infernos, huge columns of flame roaring hundreds of meters upward above the ruptured gas tanks.
As quickly as they came into view, the Hell Talons were lost in the flies once more! Where the fuck were they!
For long anxious seconds the crews frantically surveyed the skies, looking everywhere for the Hell Talons.
With complete suddenness the Hell Talons reappeared from a completely different direction!
The crews yelled in fear as yet more bombs dropped as the Hell Talons passed overhead, fuck!
Cultists were sent flying as bombs exploded across crowded decks, and yet more columns of flame rose into the sky.
The burning ships were now meandering randomly, their crews dead, getting in the way of the rest of the convoy.
Ships slowed down and frantically tried to navigate through the blazing wrecks, slowing the ships behind them in the process!
The entire convoy was now a sitting duck!
The Hell Talons reappeared a 3rd time and the crew all gulped, they were done for!
Without warning, huge salvoes of surface-to-air missiles shot up out of the soupy diarrhoea.
The Hell Talons manoeuvred hard as the flaming contrails of the antiaircraft missiles chased them through the sky!
The crew members cheered and redoubled their efforts to get their ships to the safety of Unagi Island as the Hell Talons were distracted.
The camouflaged periscopes of submarines started poking up above the surface, turning to follow the movements of the Hell Talons.
More missiles launched skywards from the hidden submarines as the convoy got the hell out of this deadly ambush!
Hell Talons started exploding in the air as missiles found their targets!
The crews cheered.
The remaining Hell Talons were corkscrewing wildly through the air to evade the missiles, the convoy forgotten.
Unagi Island was now in sight! A distant blur on the horizon!
The ships were traveling at full speed.
Without warning more squadrons of Hell Talons shot out of the clouds of flies!
The splashes of strafing fire erupted in the diarrhoea, lines converging on the tankers!
Cultists hit the decks as auto cannon rounds ripped through the decks!
More ships went up in colossal fireballs!
More missiles shot from the submarines.
It was absolute chaos in the air as Hell Talons evaded missiles and attacked ships.
Unagi Island was now tantalisingly close, just a little bit more!
More ships exploded, but the convoy was still more than half its original number.
They just might make this!
The skies overhead were brightly illuminated by missile contrails and columns of flame.
The Hell Talons were so fucking fast as they blurred overhead!
The air was now so thick with missiles and exploding Hell Talons that the bombs were missing targets.
The pilots were too distracted to aim!
Unagi Island was now clear ahead!
The Hell Talons made a desperate push to attack the convoy, dropping every bomb they had!
More ships exploded in terrible fireballs.
Suddenly the air was alive with tracer rounds!
Hell Talons ripped apart as savage automatic fire hit them!
The Unagi Island air defence batteries were shooting the Hell Talons!
The remaining Hell Talons disappeared away into the fly swarms and were suddenly gone!
The remaining tankers were unhindered as they sailed into the void shielded port facility on Unagi Island.
The entire island was erupting in cheers as the desperately needed fuel arrived. The crew were heroes!
***...
Alpha Legion neophyte, Demetrio Acosta, felt elated as he walked with his cell through the cheering crowds that covered the docks of Unagi Island port facility.
The cell of 50 chaos space marines (and their various lady companions), were taking advantage of this port stay to get out of the claustrophobic submarine and get some much needed R and R.
Hilda Rolfe was hanging off Demetrio's arm, wearing a cleavage heavy medieval dress, and looking completely out of place in this high tech port facility. Demetrio found her outdated fashion sense amusing, but had to admit that she looked damn good in that tight cleavage heavy dress!
The entire Brotherhood of Toth cultist population on Unagi Island seemed to be out in force celebrating, Demetrio's cell could hardly move through the crowd.
And the crowd certainly had good reason to celebrate. For the first time in months, the Brotherhood of Toth now had some fuel to spare!
Brotherhood of Toth chaos cultists were dancing for joy all around, and the music and cheering was deafening.
Random people hugged Demetrio and the other chaos space marines in euphoric joy, and others who didn't go so far as to hug them still patted them on the backs or tried to shake their hands.
Cultists played musical instruments everywhere, others sung and danced, and a few of the chaos space marines even joined them briefly in celebration, dancing with the local ladies and singing with the men.
Hilda tugged on Demetrio's arm to dance with her.
Demetrio smiled and joined hands with her, dancing happily with her in amongst the crowd of other merrymakers.
The crowd was so happy because the situation had been so desperate.
This fuel shortage had almost driven them to their knees!
The Brotherhood of Toth was basically a nomadic nation, made up of hundreds of millions of people. They were Demetrio's people, his kith and kin. They had their own language, their own customs, their own unique culture.
Like so many things in the Alpha Legion, the naming of the Brotherhood of Toth was simply subterfuge.
As far as Demetrio was aware, there had never been anyone named Toth in the organisation's entire history. The word "Toth" didn't seem to mean anything. It was most likely just a made up name to confuse people.
Then again, the story that it was meaningless might itself be subterfuge. Perhaps "Toth" really did mean something?. With the Alpha Legion, who could know what the truth was?
Regardless of what the name may or may not mean, the Brotherhood of Toth was an ancient Alpha Legion chaos cult, founded during the Horus Heresy ten thousand years ago, surviving all this time.
The cult occasionally initiated new members from the outside, when prudent to do so, but the vast majority of cult members were born in the cult.
The cult members did freely breed with outside blood, to keep the blood strong, but these outside sexual partners were not usually initiated very far into the labyrinth cult organisation. It was just far safer to let only born members deeper into the cult organisation.
No matter how fun in bed, the outside blood had to stay in the bedrooms and breeding chambers where they ultimately belonged, kept from joining the core ranks of the cult.
As much as Demetrio adored Hilda, she was ultimately for the purpose of fun and making babies, and only her children born to him would ever be welcomed into the "proper" ranks of the cult.
The cult had originally numbered merely in the thousands when it had originally been founded, but ten thousand years of the cult members furiously breeding with each other had spawned the hundreds of millions that existed today.
They were a distinctive people, with an often tragic history.
Ten thousand years of wars and strife had plagued Demetrio's people, ten thousand years of brutal decimation, oftentimes only just surviving.
And at this very moment, with billions dying from this fuel shortage, Demetrio's people once again faced the potential to be brutally decimated.
They had to SURVIVE, it was really that simple.
Greedy people like Wong Petrochemicals might be worried about losing some money, but for Demetrio's people, this was a matter of life and death!
Today the Brotherhood of Toth had, against all odds, secured enough fuel gas to keep them all going. At least for a while anyway.
Today they saw a glimmer of hope that they might survive without millions of their people dying, so today the Brotherhood of Toth was dancing in the streets in celebration.
***...
Deep in the throne room of the Royal Palace on Alpha Plus Sanctuary, the maggoty diseased ruling monarch, Queen "Egg" Sevenson, sighed in diseased exasperation as Chaos Lord Paxton Tsao and petrochemical billionaire Joseph Wong had a blazing row over the resources of her planet.
"I paid for a 99 year lease on the mining rights to those oceans! And on top of that I am paying you taxes on every barrel of gas I sell, your majesty! I demand that I get my gas rigs back!" Joseph Wong exclaimed passionately to Egg.
Queen Egg Sevenson turned her maggoty eyeballs to look at her supposed fiancé, the Chaos Lord Paxton Tsao, to see how he would respond to this.
Paxton shrugged and said, "I will give them back, just give me time to pull my forces out, it will only take a few years..."
"Do I look like an idiot to you? Give the rigs back right NOW!" Joseph shouted at Paxton.
"You will get them when you get them," Paxton replied nonchalantly.
Egg buried her rotting face in her hands, totally exasperated. This whole dispute put her in a very difficult position personally.
Queen Egg Sevenson was officially engaged to Chaos Lord Paxton Tsao of the Brotherhood of Toth warband. Egg needed a strong political marriage alliance, and the Brotherhood of Toth were an extremely attractive prospect.
But Joseph Wong's son Tim Wong was engaged to marry Egg's step sister, Lady Mandy Sevenson. She couldn't really take sides in this dispute because of the complicated mixed loyalties.
She NEEDED Wong Petrochemicals to get her subjects through this horrid fuel shortage, the company gave her a small percentage of the fuel they mined as a form of tax, and this kept Egg's subjects from starving!
But she also NEEDED to remain on politically friendly terms with the insanely dangerous Brotherhood of Toth, lest they use those terrible submarines of theirs to launch nuclear missiles at Egg's island dwelling loyal subjects!
She just didn't know what to do!
Queen Egg Sevenson was very young to rule a planet. She was only 13 years old, and had ascended to the throne only a year ago.
Egg was a devout Nurgle worshipper, and powerful psyker. She was also a Night Lord descendant by blood, the first born legitimate child and heir of the Night Lords Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson, of the Sevenson Cartel warband.
Her father's Night Lord force of a few hundred space marines were strong enough to protect Egg herself, as well as her palace and her fortified capital city here on Sevenson Island. But certainly not every island in her domain!
Even all the local Nurgle cultist militia forces on all the tiny islands would not be a match against an entire chapter of one thousand chaos space marines the Brotherhood of Toth had on the planet!
And especially not if a submarine nuked them beforehand!
Egg hacked up a maggoty ball of phlegm, and spat it on the floor. This stress was making her even sicker than she usually was!
Egg was absolutely putrid, a festering mutant girl, with black feathers in place of hair, and grotesque vulture talons in place of human feet. She had been literally born as a mottled mutant egg, like a bird, and this bizarre way of being born had earned her her first name of "Egg".
Her royal clothing had decayed down into decaying mildewed rags, and lice and maggots perpetually crawled all over herself and her clothing.
She stank worse than the diarrhoea oceans outside, and her sore covered leprous skin had bulges wiggling under it, from all the maggots and other vile things that lived in her flesh!
The very fact that Chaos Lord Paxton Tsao was actually prepared to marry her, with all the wedding night consummation that went with it, spoke volumes about just how DESPERATE he was to get the fuel resources she controlled!
Even the greedy Wongs had not been prepared to have a member of their family have sex with Egg! And that is really saying something!
The Wong family had instead focused on other members of Egg's family.
Egg's illegitimate half brother, the Night Lord neophyte Augusta, was married to Joseph Wong's cousin Liling Wong. Egg's beloved step sister Mandy was engaged to Joseph Wong's son Tim Wong. Joseph himself was even married to a beloved former slave of Egg's Aunt Wendy!
Everywhere she looked she seemed to see Wongs! They were now intimately connected to her very family!
Queen Egg had even snuck into her extremely beautiful step sister Mandy's bedchamber, to join Mandy in a threesome with her fiancé Tim, the way that really close sisters sometimes do. Tim and Mandy were only two years older than Egg, it was age appropriate and had been supposed to be a bit of naughty fun...
The threesome had not gone well...
Egg was forever frustrated like this in her intimate encounters with boys. Her maggots in particular seemed to send boys running out of the bedroom screaming!
Queen Egg had been engaged to many chaos lords for political purposes since taking the throne of this planet. The lords had all been very eager to get hold of her wealth, but FAR less eager to get hold of Egg's body!
Chaos Lord Huron Blackheart of the Red Corsairs warband was even personally quoted as saying to her, "keep your maggoty pussy away from me!"
So far Chaos Lord Paxton Tsao was looking like he actually might be her Mr Right.
He might be a bit rough around the edges, and a few thousand years older than her, but he was also a muscular hunk!
In a mere 3 more years Egg would be 16, old enough to get married, and Chaos Lord Paxton Tsao was getting in early to court her before then. He was absolutely implacable and the sight of that muscular handsome hunk, in his dashing blue power armour, it just made her go weak at the knees!
She knew that he didn't love her, but he sent her flowers and other presents every day, and he was single minded enough to actually have sex with her!
Oh Nurgle! This was so hard!
Egg fanned herself with her hand, feeling flustered.
Mr Wong, and the gorgeous Lord Paxton, were still arguing over the gas rigs as Egg's mind wandered.
This war between the two had been steadily escalating since it started a few days ago, thousands were dead on both sides, and Egg was utterly sick of it!
Egg tried to listen to both sides, but the dialogue was extremely repetitive. Neither man would give concessions, both refused to budge.
Oh Nurgle this was such a waste of time!
Egg couldn't afford to offend either of them, so she just had to sit there as it went on, and on... and on.
Egg picked her nose to fill in time.
And still it went on.
Egg tried to remember what she had for breakfast.
And still it went on.
Egg rested her head on the armrest of her throne and had a nap for a while.
Egg coughed herself awake a while later.
And it was STILL going on!
On and on it went as she found ever more imaginative ways to fill in time.
Egg was just starting to make paper aeroplanes out of Wong Petrochemicals promotional materials, when Joseph Wong finally stormed out in a rage, complaining that time is money.
Egg followed him with her gaze as he walked out the door.
Egg then turned her gaze to Lord Paxton Tsao.
"Hey there beautiful, you are looking absolutely gorgeous as ever your majesty," Lord Paxton told her suavely and winked at her.
Egg immediately flustered and started blushing shyly, oh Nurgle!
Egg fumbled her words trying to reply to the extremely charming man.
Paxton winked at her, with a dazzling smile on his handsome face, and Egg felt her diseased ovaries skip a beat!
Lord Paxton sauntered towards Egg's throne, and she trembled all over with excitement.
"GET BACK SCUM! NO ONE APPROACHES THE QUEEN!" Bellowed an enraged squad of Night Lords chaos space marines, Egg's personal bodyguards.
Lord Paxton froze and slowly raised his empty palms.
Egg squeaked with frustration at her stupid bodyguards, they were RUINING this!
"It is ok your majesty, I will admire your great beauty from here," Lord Paxton said with mouth watering charm.
Egg blushed wonderfully, "oh Lord Paxton, you are just too much!"
Egg could not stop smiling!
***...
Joseph Wong cursed to himself as he stormed out of the throne room with his bodyguards, that had been such a useless waste of his highly valuable time!
The Damned Company of Lord Caustos formed up around Joseph in an impenetrable ring of armoured bodies, not taking any chances this time. Joseph also now was wearing a personal force field generator, and plates of carapace armour over his business suit.
Joseph cursed at the sight of the filth that now encrusted his shoes and pants, Queen Egg Sevenson's throne room floor had been absolutely fucking filthy!
Everything in this Nurgle dedicated Royal palace was filthy in one way or another, a loathsome maggot infested sewer of unholy filth!
Turds and trash squelched underfoot as he walked out of the nauseating place, his skin crawled at the feel of the WETNESS reaching his bare skin through the fabric of his pants!
The raging billionaire all but ran out of the palace, and swiftly entered the safety of his personal chaos land raider in the palace parking lot.
A gaggle of beautiful naked women were waiting for Joseph inside the tank, hired to see to his pleasure.
9 of the hired space marine body guards entered the land raider with Joseph, closing the doors behind them, and the rest of the Damned Company of Lord Caustos embarked into waiting chaos rhino armoured transport tanks.
The convoy of armoured vehicles rolled out of the palace with a low rumble.
Joseph himself had no fuel shortages whatsoever and liked to use these gas guzzling armoured vehicles, the knowledge that he could waste fuel while others couldn't afford a single drop gave him a wonderful feeling of superiority.
As this fuel shortage got ever more desperate, Joseph was able to charge more and more each day for every tank of gas.
The wealth was positively FLOODING into his personal treasuries now. Not just gold and money, but also things like vehicles and aircraft, starships, luxuries, slaves, food, just all sorts of things!
The Chaos Lords all over the Maelstrom had a lot of vehicles and other gear that was useless without fuel. Being desperate for gas and short of cash to afford his very high prices, they were starting to swap now useless tanks and aircraft for a few truckloads of priceless fuel!
Joseph marvelled at his wonderful land raider tank, it had been swapped for merely twice its own weight in gas! It was an insanely good bargain for Joseph!
Joseph was still enraged by the encounter with Chaos Lord Paxton Tsao, but the naked women in the land raider did manage to improve his mood a little bit, with their intimate ministrations.
Joseph sighed as the women did wonderful things to him, he certainly didn't MIND being a multi billionaire!
Joseph was richer than most kings, richer now then the average imperial planetary governor. Vast armies of mercenaries were his to command, entire legions of beautiful women pleased him to his hearts content.
Joseph had a magnificent palace, a fleet of space craft, and every luxury money could buy. He (grudgingly) donated billions of credits to the local temples of Slaanesh, and the more he donated, the more Slaanesh gazed favourably at him.
But it wasn't ENOUGH! Joseph needed MORE!
Joseph's Slaanesh fuelled greed would not be satisfied anymore!
Once upon a time Joseph had been happy with the simple pleasures of a wife and kid, with a mere million credits a year being WAY more than enough to satisfy him.
Once upon a time Joseph had been happy, content, at peace.
But now he couldn't stop!
Joseph had at first been working very hard to simply give his family a comfortable life. But then he had gotten a taste for it.
That wonderful thrill, that comes from earning more money than ever before, the pleasure of career success...
It had started small, the way addictions do, so so small. A lovely thrill that came each day that he earned a little bit more than any day before.
Joseph had lived for this thrill of success, forever chasing the next hit, the next increase in his wealth, until it completely consumed him!
His wealth had grown and grown far beyond any sane human need, yet STILL he desired ever more. He now had more money then he knew what to do with, but STILL he lived for the thrill of making still MORE!
Joseph was miserable now, he was reaching the limit of how much money a man could make! It was getting harder and harder to get that thrill from earning MORE!
The richer he got now, the more he had to spend on military forces to defend his obscene wealth, the more Slaanesh expected him to donate in return for not turning him into a chaos spawn!
He was forced to spend more and more on other pleasures to fill the void, making him evermore caught in a vicious cycle of ever more desire for ever diminishing returns.
"We are arriving Mr Wong Sir," one of his mercenary bodyguards informed him, as he relaxed in the middle of the gaggle of naked women.
Joseph looked at his disgusting clothes crumpled up on the floor with distaste, not desiring to put the filthy garments back on.
He was currently naked, to better enjoy the beautiful women in the tank, and given his options, he decided to remain naked.
The armoured front hatch of the land raider clattered open and Joseph strode out, stark naked, into the magnificent indoor exclusive private parking lots next to his indoor pleasure gardens.
"Hello Mr Wong," said the voices of hundreds of beautiful naked women, the women all standing in rows at either side of the walking path through the pleasure gardens.
Joseph impatiently gestured to his army of pleasure slaves, and the women surged forward and surrounded him in a wonderful mass.
The crowd of women carried Joseph to a bathroom the size of a cathedral, with a bathtub the size of an Olympic swimming pool.
The women quickly had Joseph completely clean of all the filth from the Royal palace, performed in the loveliest possible way, followed by less... hygiene focused, bath activities.
It was almost satisfying, almost, but not quite...
***...