Authors Note
Wow I'm loving the torrent of reviews its good stuff. As weird as it sounds it would be great to hear bad parts of the story, then it could be improved. And I'm finally approaching the kick arse part of the story. And I'm yet to hear any feedback about my crossover idea (hint hint). This is my first chapter for quite a while so I'd expect improvement next time. About the story this chapter isn't as serious as most but has important pieces of plot buried there somewhere. The next one will most definitely be more serious though.
Disclaimer
I don't own really anything especially Warhammer 40000 or Blood Ravens, only my original storyline and characters that aren't worth anything anyway. This goes to Games Workshop and Relic.
Trouble Among the Emperor's Chosen
Chapter – 6 Foreshadowing, Photoelectrics and Troublenatus
Where we left off – Silver has broken both the morale and faces of Morkit and Gik with a slap beyond the speed of awesome. The visitor behind the pot-plant was revealed and the great battle of the Gerada Blood River was told (With video evidence ;) ). Finally Horus was born. Will Arovian ever get an answer?Will the story get more ridiculous? And where the hell is Wally? Lets find out.
Unknown time, location, colour etc.
Arovian opened his eyes, slowly emerging into consciousness. His limbs were limp and he started to breathe after his empty lungs felt was forever.
Earlier that day, Planning room
"Listen up Grot lickers!" grumbled the General, "Here's the plan."
Arovian certainly did not appreciate being called names, such things can destroy entire Space Marine chapters. Although he allowed the her to continue.
"You nice ladies and gentlemen with be exploring this not at all ominous cave, likely not full of monsters and horrible agonising death. Well? That's the entirety of the plan, ready?"
There was a mixture of emotion around the planning room. A room primarily used for planning and sometimes surprise parties. Arovian and his squad stared at the holo-image of a cave. It was shaped almost like an inhuman screaming skull on fire, almost. Arovian swore (figuratively) that he could see (literally) the evil oozing out of it. As if it were the very jaws of death and suffering. A portal to never ending torment and misery.
"Sure, sounds fun," said Arovian. Remember though he is kinda bad arse.
A bit later but still earlier than the first paragraph, at the cave
Arovian's squad was accompanied by Commissar Barrick and a squad of Guardsmen, all but one wearing form fitting red shirts for some unknown reason. The Commissar decided to tag along after hearing of the adventure to a seemingly benign and joyful location. When they approached they could hear the echoes of a final bone splintering scream. Perhaps this was the wrong place?
They entered and after a long boring journey of character development and on-off relationships they reached a large dimly lit chamber. Not looking like an ambush position at all even with the enormous admantium door obviously triggered to shut upon entering. So they all walked straight into the room, the colossal door dropping like the fist of the mighty Emperor crushing an entire planet. Suddenly out of nowhere a small spurt of blood very slowly and predictably rose from the centre of the room. After an hour the group was surprised to see a minion of Chaos. It towered at more than 4 metres in height, had dark red skin and spikes jutting from its body. Its claws seemed to go forever and its teeth were numerous.
The demon boomed, "COWER BEFORE ME MORTALS! WHILE I DEVOUR YOUR FLESH!"
Needless to say, a brown trousers moment.
With quite frankly ridiculously unbalanced speed, the demon advanced on the red-shirted Guardsmen. It swung its enormously powerful arm to decapitate multiple guys (and girls). But met with nothing as the Guardsmen broke formation, performing lightning quick acrobatic feats. While still mid-air they fired their lasguns in slow motion, many still upside down with their best fighting faces on. Luckily for the demon its immaterial body was as resilient as a Baneblade covered in the tears of a million dying heroes, so the damage was minimal. It struck blows as quick and powerful as a Super Sayain 3, the Guardsmen barely dodging with their Bruce Lee techniques and awesome superhero speed. Commissar Barrick and Arovian's squad were forced to watch helplessly as an epicness barrier was formed between them and the fight. Hence explaining the situation in related media. Like a school of fish the Guardsmen simply moved all around the demon, its anger prevalent. The demon unleashed a beam of demon pure fury/hate energy from its hands towards the Guardsmen. The red(and one yellow)-shirts bunched up and sent their own human beam of apathy, hypocrisy and sexual frustration. The beams were so evenly matched not even one Guardsmen could break off and flank the demon, not even for a second. After several episodes of struggle, the two sides ran out of beam energy. They both clashed in blinding slow motion light. Emerging from the light were the red-shirts victorious, yellow had died heroically. He gave his life to destroy the demon so that the others would live, even as the demon gnawed on his head. And they did live, a long time in fact, all dying from old age.
Anyway with the red-shirts and the Commissar taking a breather, everyone else proceeded to the next room.
"Be on your Guardium," said Arovian with experience, "Chaos will use foul trickery to weaken us."
"Yes I agree," added Lucky while not really adding at all.
"They could use any form of emotion to lure you into...," Arovian said before stopping suddenly.
"By the Emperor!" exclaimed Silver, "A humans greatest weakness!"
The squad became captivated by the Chaos trap, not even Silver was immune as he is human after all. While most would expect the pause from a horrifying sight, riches or an object of feminine features. Humanity has a much greater weakness. And the only one greater than resisting pressing the big red "Do not touch" button, is the irresistible human urge to pick up shiny things. And there was something very shiny half buried right in front of them.
Using his enormous strength and speed Arovian managed to fight his way in front. Pushing away the measly warning signs and breaking the pathetic lines of sand. He left boot prints on the illegible writing of blood and punched a weak-arse zombie guard in the face, knocking its head cleanly off. He was finally there. Upon lifting up the object, he realised that it had some sort of skeletal face and an eerie green glow.
All around the now reassembled squad, the scene from the ambush room replayed itself except surrounding them. After the mandatory hour the sounds of shock and girly screaming ended as the demons were fully materialised.
A chorus among demons rang out, "GIVE US THE TRAVELLING ONE!"
Among the horde a single giant demon approached.
"YOU MAY YET LIVE IF IT IS SURRENDERED." offered the demon kindly.
The humans however were not so kind.
"I do indeed think not kind sir," remarked Arovian.
"Yes most certainly not doable my good chum," added Flames.
"This delightful shiny object has just come into our possession," said Fireworks.
"Why I think such a deal is most unfair, I believe negotiations are in order," stated Silver
"Guys?" asked Lucky.
Of course our characters are not different but the object being of such radiant shininess can in the 40th millennium, cause short term mental illness. It is characterised by misplaced grandeur, twitching and as evidenced group verbal abuse. Such hope of possessing something not grim-dark/dying puppies is not often fulfilled in this universe. Needless to say, the group was unwilling to give up its prize.
Since this is a serious battle there was no time for super powers. The demons were prepared this time and attacked simultaneously. The squad circled up (no) and with their backs together firing at the horde. Being major characters their standard lasguns and bolter were somehow much more effective. Demons were struggling their way through the heavy fire of the squad. They soon were piling up the demon bodies around them. The demons changed to a more effective strategy and started trying to drown the humans in the ocean of corpses, while they were in cover. Although the illness had worn off during the battle and Arovian suddenly had a revelation.
"By the Emperor's holy excrementus! That is a Necron Lord!"
As if waiting for the dramatic introduction, the Necron rose and smashed his sceptre on the ground.
To absolutely no effect. But the sheer mass of corpses on the floor caused it to crumble, revealing a cavern underneath. At least two hundred metres underneath. Everyone/thing managed to frantically climb the funnel of falling demon bodies to relative safety, well except Arovian.
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Arovian opened his eyes, slowly emerging into consciousness. His limbs were limp and he started to breathe after his empty lungs felt was forever.
End of Chapter 6
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