Authors Note
Blackhole1: Thanks, I think haha. Perhaps less madness this time but genius? I wouldn't bet on it lol. I'll give it a shot anyway.
An extra thanks to all reviewers, and I'd like to see some new faces and some opinions. Even if you see a mistake point it out for me, each little bit helps.
I did promise a more serious chapter, while it isn't serious it is more so. And now the story is starting to come through so we may actually get somewhere haha. I've been trying to get the characters to all get some story time, but it does annoy me so there may be a gradual loss of people. Horribly or not I guess it depends.
I'm actually surprised how often I'm getting these chapters out. I may slow down and make them longer and more descriptive from the next one on.
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 – 7 Quests, Convergence and HERESY!
Where we left off – Arovian, his squad, Commissar Barrick and some unimportant characters have strolled into a cave of almost certain doom. After battling demons and their own weaknesses Arovian is in trouble. While his squad escaped the fall, they still face the demons and the new Necron Lord. Arovian waking up from his nap at the bottom of a cavern. Will they all escape? Who is this Travelling One? Are the others going to help? Am I mentally handicapped? Lets find out!
In deep shit
Arovian slowly rolled onto his feet, he hadn't felt like this since his last 'Dynamic entry' (they are becoming quite common) courtesy of a Tau battlesuit. He concluded that he had landed on his face, luckily that meant his legs were unbroken and although painful his arms still worked. It also meant that he was dizzy, hallucinating and had a killer headache. He swatted away the flying, ukulele playing Grots and began to scout the area. It was difficult with a major head injury, he almost stepped in the the singing pink lava several times. Lucky for Arovian he was a Space Marine and such heretical hallucinations will pass quickly.
Above the shit but not much better off
The room was once again a gauntlet of weapons fire. The demons were seemingly innumerable. Silver, Flames, Lucky and Fireworks were all that was left. Despite the enormous noise amplified and funnelled through the cave, the others had not come to help.
"Hey, shoot that skinny little guy hiding over there," said a voice from Lucky's backpack.
Lucky scanned for a second then saw it, a measly little cultist. Without hesitation he fired, blowing a hole in the majority of its face. The demon advance seemed to slacken. It was soon realised that no more demons were being spawned and they were soon annihilated. The rest of the team had noticed what happened.
"How did you know to shoot the cultist?" asked Silver.
"Because Horus told me to," grinned Lucky.
His only reply was a unanimous blank stare. But their inquisitional curiosity would have to wait as the Necron slowly made its way over. Very slowly, eventually they just walked closer to it out of boredom. Surprisingly it did not attack but rather seemed very weak to everyone's relief.
"Das Man muss bald kämpfen," spoke the Necron, "Es ist dir pflicht jetzt schützen."
Simultaneously there was a squeal from Lucky's backpack and the Necron went lifeless.
"What the hell just happened?" asked Flames.
Lucky pulled out the read helper.
"Are you ok Horus?" Lucky practically screamed.
Screams in a tunnel like cave go a long way very loudly.
A very long way away
"What was that!" shouted Blood Ravens Chapter-Master (That actually is his name, see how insanely devoted these guys are?)
As you may of realised they were indeed very far away, a different quadrant of the Galaxy in fact. The sheer heresy of the words however punched the speed of light in the face and made its own matter to propagate as a wave through space.
"Take us over there!" commanded Chapter-Master, his pointing finger so manly and true.
His augmented and hugely muscle bound awesome gland the envy of all but the Emperor. As ever, no coordinates were necessary. There was always a battle brother watching the venerated finger, making small trigonometric corrections when necessary.
Not so far away
"What was that!" shouted Commissar Barrick, fuming with rage.
The redshirts dropped their promethium grenades and bioweapon vials in shock, they had never seen the Commissar angry. Until now they had all been content to sit there obliviously despite the easily audible fighting.
"I'm gonna find that chaos prick and shove him down the throat of another chaos prick!" yelled the Commissar hysterically.
Without hesitation the squad marched further in.
Even closer
"What was that!" shouted Arovian, snapping him away from the Elven tea-party.
Completely lucid now (or at least as much as normal), he started to punch handholds into the wall. At the rate he was moving it would only take him a few minutes to get back.
Pretty much next to him
Silver, Flames and Fireworks all pointed their guns at him, right in his youthful, grinning and not at all evil and fugly chaos face.
"Huh?" said Lucky, "Watcha guys doing?"
He was answered by all three highly experienced, near superhuman, just killed a horde of demons, badarse squad mates miraculously missing head shots on him at less than a metre range.
"Do not fear Lucky," sang Horus, "I'm sending an email to the Emperor."
"What is going on?" asked Lucky, unmoving despite several more failed attempts on his life.
"Wow," awed Horus, "The Emperor is really quick."
Silver gave up his lasgun and pulled out a kick arse looking combat knife, the others followed his lead. No matter what they tried they always seemed to miss. And lets face it, they were good at killing things. They retreated and Fireworks threw a frag grenade. Every piece of shrapnel managed to miss. They exchanged confused glances, they had seen him survive things but this was ridiculous.
"Quick about what?" asked Lucky
"I told him of our quest it took several hundred pages," said Horus, "Oddly he replied before I even sent the message."
"Quest?"
"Yeah."
"What quest?"
"You know the one the Necron was talking about."
"I have no idea."
"This could take a while."
An armoured gauntlet clawed its way out of the hole, They watched Arovian literally fuming looking like a big, red, and merciless killing machine climbing its way from out of hell.
"Who is the heretic that I am dismembering," in angered yet fluent high gothic on full vox volume.
As I know people would wonder how the Blood Raven Battlebarge would suddenly crash its way through the cave to park like a dud bunker-buster missile, I thought I'd explain. In desperate times the ships could use alternate fuel, an option that made the Angry Marines the fastest objects in the universe. Imperial and to a lesser degree Ork ships could run on emotion. In the Ork case sheer battle lust and innocence not only powered the ship, but also held it together. The Blood Raven's used their hate of heretics, love of the Emperor and self-satisfaction to travel thousands of light years a minute.
That is why it is possible for there to be a badly parked Battlebarge in the cave. Not even injuring anyone.
Guardsmen base
"Where all dem 'umies at?" asked Morkit.
"Maybe dey has forgotten bout us," replied Gik
The two Orks were actually quite used to the ridicule that the incredibly bored Guardsman put them through. They needed some entertainment, and frankly it was better than a cell since the Orks didn't get it anyway. Right now they were buried neck deep in drying soil in a greenhouse. Gik was even wearing an umbrella. Unfortunately for Morkit they hadn't been watered in a while, without the umbrella he was getting quite uncomfortable. They hadn't been visited for several days now.
"Maybe weze should just go," commented Gik.
"Meh da sprinkerler tings just turned on," said Morkit, "I is comfy ere."
"Dat is fair enoughs," replied Gik.
End of Chapter 7
Emperor's comments
Didn't I say something would happen? And yes I did get an email, exquisitely written also. If I wasn't near omnipotent and knew better, I'd swear it was my boy. (Sniff) He always wrote home.
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