Hey guys I'm back! Sorry it's been so long but I just haven't been happy with this chapter and it's been completely revised a couple of time.
Reviews:
Invader Viceroy: Yup they're back and kicking ass this chapter
TouchOffTheNoodles: Yeah I like writing romance stuff, I'm a big softy really. Also I guess I have your wrath to deal with.
Sicarius117: Thank you, thank you and thank you, I like compliments. Seriously though, this isn't my own idea it's been done before.
Ahrimin's Ward: Tau are going to be making a big come back.
Insouciant Pariah: Thanks alot El.
Bronyhood of Steel: A chaplain is going to be introduced next chapter actually- don't worry I will make the forum eventually.
Just two side notes:
1. Bitesized is going to be getting a bit darker from this chapter on, there will be comedy but not as much.
2. Sometimes Yarsa takes control during this chapter but to stop confusion I've simply said that Yarsa has done it.
E.g Yarsa killed him with awesomness.
The Daemons were closing in on all sides; Farseer Karha and Commissar Dmitri were trying in vain to hold them back. The fragile Eldar were grateful for the Imperial Guard's heavy armour and the guardsmen were equally grateful for the superior firepower.
"Dmitri! Coordinate the Baneblade's targets with the Fire Prism- the Soul Grinders must be felled!" Karha called as she cleaved a daemon in half.
"Yes- but we need some Banshees on the southern flanks to deal with the Bloodletters!" Dmitri replied as he put a bolt round into a Daemon's head.
To put it frankly- everything had gone to Hell an hour ago.
The Daemons were within touching distance- the remaining Eldar and Guardsmen braced themselves for a bloody and brutal close combat battle to the last being standing. A battle that never came, without warning the Daemons had halted their relentless onslaught and stopped completely. A Daemon prince came through the crowd of Warp beasts and stood before the Farseer and Commissar.
It was obviously a Slanneshi prince- not male but not female either, it was pale and had a sickly claw in place of it's right arm and trophies made from the helmets of various comrades and friends of the two leaders adorned it's back. In it's right hand -held a good few feet above the ground by his throat- was a silhouette of a young man they both knew. The Prince threw him before the Farseer and he lay limp.
"Your champion lays beaten!" The Prince called, "Surrender now and death shall come quickly!"
For the first time in in many decades, Karha was truly afraid.
Three hours earlier.
"That was just -wow Karha," I said pulling away.
"There was definitely something different about that," Karha said lightly gasping for air.
"Stuff was floating- literally!" I said.
'Way to act cool and sophisticated Honey,' Yarsa added.
'Honey- really?' I replied.
'What it's better than Dumbass,'
'I suppose.'
"If you wouldn't mind- I need some time to think some things through," Karha said placing a light kiss on my cheek.
'Hahahaha! She's only just kissed you and now she's dumping you!'
'Shuddup Yarsa.'
"Yeah sure okay," I said a little uneasily.
"I'll meet you at the second football game later," Karha said.
"There's more than one?" I groaned.
"Unfortunately," Karha sighed, "But you may be a bit preoccupied with something other than the game."
"You do mean kissing right?"
'Smooth as sandpaper, Hun,'
'Hey I panicked- cut me some slack.'
"Of course- I see my dear sister is having an effect on you," Karha said.
'Hey I'm right here!'
"That's one way of putting it," I replied.
"Well put it like this- she so much as makes a slight advance on you and I'll kill you both slowly and painfully," Karha said coolly, "Understood?"
'What was that about her dumping me?'
'Half of me wants to kiss you to see if she's telling the truth,' Yarsa said, 'And the other half agrees with the first.'
"Perfectly," I replied, "See you later."
I walked –with a slight spring in my step- to the still waiting Valkyrie.
'Wait Hun, something's wrong,' Yarsa said.
'What?'
'That asshole- Lothis hasn't come after you,'
'Well I guess that today is just one small miracle after another huh?'
The Valkyrie's ramp descended when I realised I was missing the blade I had been given earlier. I'd have to look for it later; perhaps Karha would bring it with her.
"Where to?" The pilot called.
"Back to base," I replied, "I want to see Dmitri."
The Valkyrie lifted up and we were off.
It took about ten minutes but we arrived safely at the empty bastion.
"I take it everyone's at the football match?" I asked.
"Yup," was the reply.
'Well we should catch the end then?' Yarsa asked.
'Sounds like an idea.'
I caught the last half an hour of the Imperial guard versus Space Marine football match which the Guardsmen somehow managed to win.
It took another few minutes but I managed to catch Dmitri as he left the small pitch that had been set up.
"Hey!" I called.
"Ah Will my good friend- we thought you had died," Dmitri joked, "Almost started another war!"
"I didn't know you cared,"
"So where have you been?"
"With Karha," I said grinning.
"All this time- wow you move fast."
"No I got injured by that Warp spider and she was looking after me,"
"So that's all?" Dmitri asked as he raised an eyebrow.
"Well we kissed," I said.
"Oh well done my friend, get Virgil and James- this is a time for celebration!"
"It's not that big,"
"Liar- inside you are singing like a songbird!" Dmitri said, "And don't forget it is the first cross species relationship!"
'I take it Dark Eldar don't count?'
'No Yarsa what Dark Eldar do doesn't count.'
"Well I suppose," I said.
"Come, I have been saving a drink for a special occasion- it can knock a space wolf on his ass!" Dmitri exclaimed with a childish glee.
"I won't be drinking any then,"
"Well more for me!"
One and a half hours earlier.
"And that's when I said- 'Mate I only need a wiz'!" Dmitri shouted and the four of us burst out laughing.
The two Veteran Space Marines fell over and rolled on the floor.
"Damn glad I didn't have any of that drink," I said watching the two defenders of the Imperium.
"Bah- light weights," Dmitri said as he downed another shot of alcohol.
"Oh crap!" I said, "The football match."
"You have ten minutes- go on!"
I rushed out of the bastion and ran towards the football pitch when I heard a familiar voice.
"Hello Mon-keigh."
'And there's the asshole!'
"What now Lothis?" I asked and turned.
Before me stood the smirking Warp Spider Exarch, he glanced at the blade at his side and his smirk only grew.
"Oh nothing Mon-Keigh," Lothis said with a grin, "You forgot this."
He held out my sword- which I snatched from him.
"Thanks Lothis," I said slowly.
"Enjoy your pathetic game Mon-Keigh."
'He seems overly happy today,' Yarsa said.
'Yes- too happy,' I replied.
I decided to shrug the slightly pleasant meeting with Lothis and entered the football stadium.
I looked around for Karha in the entrance room as the crowds had already gone in and the large spacious hall was fairly empty.
'How the hell did they manage to build something like this?' I asked Yarsa.
'Say what you will about the Space Marines, Imperial Guard and the Tau, but they're very resourceful.'
After a few minutes of waiting I saw Karha come in wearing her standard Farseer gear and carrying a very familiar blade.
"Mon-Keigh, you forgot thi-," She started before spotting the sword I had strapped to my side, "Where did you get that?"
"Uh Lothis gave it to me," I said unsheathing the false blade.
"But this is your sword," Karha said unsheathing my real sword.
Just then the false blade began crackling with a dark energy, without a thought I hurled the blade at a nearby wall. The dark energy quickly formed into a ball with forks of lightning, knowing what was going to happen next- I tackled Karha to the floor.
Then all Hell broke loose.
The blast was incredibly strong- tearing the lower part of the entrance hall, half of the pitch and the majority of my leg armour apart.
Yet somehow it was cold, not a normal cold but something beyond imagination. It was a cold that clawed at you and seeped through any gap it could find.
Yet there was still something much, much worse than the awesome destructive power of the blast- a contingent of Daemons of all sizes and types, ranging from the standard Bloodletters and Horrors to the Hydras and various other Daemons.
And at the head of them was a hulking Daemon prince, gripping the hilt of the False Blade which soon warped into something much more Daemon like.
The Space Marines were the first to react, they grabbed their Boltguns and chainswords and let loose.
Countless Daemons were felled as more forces joined the fight, ranging from the Imperial Guard, Tau, Eldar and even a few Orks. Yet it still wasn't enough.
Guardsman were being cut through easily, Eldar were being cleaved in two, Orks thrown aside, Space Marine decapitated. Unmentionable things were being done to the Tau by the Daemonettes but the worst was the sight of Grey Knights being torn to bloody chunks by the ferocious might of the combined daemons.
I got off of Karha and surveyed the surrounding area- to be honest it made me want to vomit. A recently deceased Assault Marine's bolt pistol was at my feet, picking it up I pulled Karha to her feet.
As a duo of Bloodletters noticed us a booming voice cut through the chaos.
"THE STADIUM IS LOST- FALL BACK!"
As the voice concluded the order, humongous booming sounds collided with the stadium and swathes of Daemons were obliterated under heavy shelling.
'That would be the Imperial guard,' Yarsa stated.
The two Bloodletters decided to charge at this point and I readied myself.
I ducked under a Hellblade before stabbing at the source, yet the Daemon dodged. I parried another strike as the other Bloodletter struck deep into my shoulder. One of the two Bloodletters knocked me to the floor and raised it's sword for a finishing blow when it was struck from behind by a blast of psychic energy.
'If you want to live, let me have control,' Yarsa commanded.
I was too beaten and exhausted from the confrontation with the two daemons to argue and let Yarsa have control of my body.
As Yarsa took control I was still granted the ability to see out of my eyes, and the sight was impressive.
Yarsa jumped up onto her feet and toyed with the Daemon- bobbing and weaving as it tried in vain to land a solid strike. As it swung down in a huge arc Yarsa saw her chance, she sidestepped before neatly cleaving it's head from it's shoulder.
"That was... impressive," Karha said to Me/Yarsa.
I opened my mouth to reply when I realised I couldn't.
"I aim to please," Yarsa said using my mouth.
"You've definitely improved,"
"Well I had some help from your incredibly charming and witty sister."
I face palmed at this.
"Really?" Karha asked.
"Really,"
"Well then Yarsa I think he can have his body back now,"
"What gave me away?" Yarsa grinned.
"Call it intuition," Karha said, "Now give him control."
Yarsa did nothing except perform a small shudder.
"Okay Karha I'm back," Yarsa said.
"Really Mon-Keigh?" Karha quizzed.
"Seriously!? You still call me that after everything that's happened?"
With this Karha kissed Yarsa passionately- something that Yarsa seemed eager to repay.
'You enjoyed that, didn't you?' I muttered.
'Very much,' Yarsa replied.
'But she's your sister!'
'And I've done a lot more than kiss her.'
I decided to leave it there before Yarsa started to give me details.
Karha looked disgusted as she stared at me/Yarsa.
"YARSA!" Karha screamed.
"The one and only," Yarsa said with her signature grin.
"Your my sister!"
"Oh please we've gone much further before, like that day in the forest when we-" Yarsa started.
"Do not remind me," Karha said in a threatening tone.
"Well you loved it when I ran my tongue down your-"
Karha reeled back her hand to slap Yarsa when Yarsa decided to give me back control.
Karha's hand hit hard.
"Son of a bitch!"
"Oh bugger she put you back didn't she?"
"Yup," I said rubbing my cheek.
"C'mon you baby, I've got an idea to end this once and for all."
Karha took my hand and we were off.
Long chapter done, hopefully the next update will be soon.