Since there is very little explanation of eldar and ork and gothic in terms of general speech, Eldar will speak Welsh, imperials will speak Russian and Orks will speak orky English. I speak none of these languages and so will be using Google translate. If you actually speak any of these languages then you can cry as Google tears your language to bits and shits on the pieces. There is no need to have Google translate up in a separate tab; the whole point of this is that you will not understand what the character in question is saying. Also, I am super sorry this took as long as it did. I have been super busy with school work. Alas, I am going away this weekend so won't be doing any typing but will try to get the rest of this chapter up asap. I am posting it semi complete just so you guys have something to read. If you do not like the direction this is going feel free to say in the reviews or pm me.
The ork swung the axe. Sev ducked, and the whirling teeth of the weapon roared over his head. He smelt engine oil and blood. Sev lunged forward but was sent flying by a heavy booted kick from the massive ork. It stomped towards him letting out a throaty laugh. It brought the axe down in an overhead swing and Sev just managed to slide out of the way. He heard chunks of rockcrete impacting with his helmet and mask as the teeth tore up the road. The ork bellowed in frustration and swung again. Again Sev juked out of the way but the teeth caught his thigh. He almost screamed in pain as the huge weapon sliced into the meat of his leg. Sev lurched a few more feet, his momentum moving him to the side. He lunged at the ork, going on the offensive. His bayonet shot towards the beast unprotected flank but the monster swatted the weapon aside with his monstrous hand. Sev stumbled back a few steps. His leg was throbbing with pain and he didn't dare look down at it. Not only was the creature considerably larger, tougher and better armed then he was, but he was also much better at fighting.
Sev shouldered the lasgun and emptied the rest of his clip into the ork. His vision was blurred with pain and fatigue but a few shots managed to hit the target, more by probability than anything else. One shot hit the ork in the face, just below one of its two massive fangs that protruded from the bottom of its mouth. It left a smouldering blackened indent on its dark skinned face and the ork tipped back its head howled with laughter.
"Is dat da best 'eu got Humie?" it roared. It stomped towards Sev, slowly, knowing the fight was over. Sev dropped the power pack, and fumbled as he tried to slot another one into the gun. The big orks two cronies jeered and laughed off too the side.
Suddenly there was a flash of red and white. The big ork had a surprised look on its face and as Sev watched its head slipped from its shoulders. It dropped to its knees and slumped forward onto its chest with a crash of metal. The chain axe clattered to the ground, silent. The two orks laughter died off as the realisation that their leader was dead slowly sunk in.
"Oi, humie, what you thinkin you playin at?" One of them growled. Sev turned, feeling as confused as they did. Suddenly there was a hissing sound, the same hissing sound that had killed Dono. Sev dropped to the ground but there was no need. The two orks slumped over, pools of blood spreading around them. Sev crawled to his feet, lasgun levelled. Pain shot up his leg but he managed to stay upright. A warrior stepped forward. She wore bone coloured armour and the mane of red hair drifted in the wind. Mist swirled around her. Sev's finger tightened on the trigger. She stood silently staring at him. She was there, he could kill her. Sev clutched the grip of the lasgun; his knuckles were white beneath his leather gloves. The barrel shook slightly for a few seconds. And then it lowered. Sev stepped forward shakily.
He wasn't sure what to do. It was for sure now. He couldn't kill it. If he hadn't been able to do it when he had all the reason to kill her, then he sure as hell couldn't do it now that she had saved his life. Sev limped nervously forward a few steps. She stood, unmoving. Sev decided to take the initiative.
"Uh hi?" He said. His voice cracked and his face went bright red behind his mask. She visibly flinched. After a seconds pause she took a few steps towards Sev. She was standing right in front of him looking up. She was smaller than him, at a guess 5'11".
"You speak low gothic" He said. She cocked her head to the side and looked at him inquisitively. Sev thought for a second how attractive she was. She was lithe but perfectly formed. He pushed the thought from his mind though, it was bad enough he was trying to communicate with her.
"Any thing?" Sev asked with a tone finality. She continued to stare at him. Sev gave up and turned to walk away. It was then that his leg gave out. The adrenaline had just worn off and the pain hit him like a brick wall.
"Rydych yn glwyfo?" Sev looked up in surprise. She hadn't moved, and stood where he had left her a few metres away. She repeated herself. Sev tried to push himself up to a sitting position and cried out in pain. He looked down at the wound. His right thigh was completely soaked in blood. The long cut must have been at least a hundred and fifty centimetres, perhaps more. Sev tried again to rise with no success. Seconds later he passed out.
Sev woke up. The red light of dusk was poking in through a window, covered by metal industrial shutters. The beams of light picked up the dust in the air making visible lines. Sev was lying on a couch that smelled musty. There was a table with a chairs and a counter sporting a caffeine maker, cupboards and a sink. Then Sev noticed the girl. She was sitting against a wall cross legged. Her head was leaned back and Sev assumed she was asleep. Her helmet sat next to her on the floor. Sev had expected the creature beneath to be terrible to behold and look weird and alien. He was wrong. Her face was angular but essentially human looking. She had long brown hair that went below her shoulders. It swept from across her face, almost covering one eye. Her ears were the strangest part, the sharp tips poking out of her hair. As he took her in he succumbed, allowing himself to accept that she was gorgeous.
He looked down at his leg to take his mind off the creature sitting across from him asleep. A bandage was visible beneath the long hole that ran down his pants. The pants had been cleaned and the bandage was fresh but blood was seeping through. He swung his legs off the couch and tried to stand up but let out a yelp and fell back. The xenos sat up with a start, looking around quickly. She noticed Sev wincing on the couch and stood up to maker her way over to him. She knelt in front of him, and poked at the bandage. Sev flinched back from her. She looked up at him in surprise.
"A ydych yn teimlo'n well?" She gave him an expectant look.
"I... I don't know what you're trying to say he" stammered. He was taken aback by her voice. It was melodic and had a nice lilt to it. She made another move to check his bandage and again he slid away.
"Angen i mi ei wirio, bydd yn cael eu heintio" She said. She sounded annoyed now, as if she was scolding him. This upset Sev. He wasn't a child and he wasn't going to be talked down to by an alien. She made another move at his leg. Sev placed both hands on her chest and gave her a shove.
"Piss off" he hissed. She stumbled backwards a few feet and landed on her ass. She yelped as she landed. She looked up at him from under her hair. Sev lay back on the couch, keeping his gaze on the girl out of the corner of his eye. She looked sad, and made a move towards Sev, but ended up sitting cross-legged against the wall, next to her helmet where she had woken up.
Sev felt bad, but he thought it necessary. He couldn't let the xenos touch him. He didn't like to think about it but he couldn't allow himself to befriend the alien. After a few minutes of silence Sev leaned forward to redress the bandage himself. He un-tucked his fatigues from his boots and pulled up the pant leg. The bandages were crusted with blood and he gingerly began peeling them back. His hands were shaking though and he let out a yelp as he tugged the bandage at a bad angle. Sev decided it was hopeless in the state he was in and laid back, falling into an uneasy sleep.
Sev woke in a cold sweat. His head pounded and his vision was swimming. He leaned over and retched. Some bile burnt his throw but no vomit came up. He tried to remember the last time he ate and realised it was when over half his squad was still alive. He retched again as he remembered his situation. After he was finished dry heaving he checked down at his leg. The bandage was even more blood soaked then the last time he had checked it. He peeled some of the bandage back and reeled at the swollen infected flesh beneath. He realised that he had a bad fever.
He checked around the room. It was empty and dark. Sev had wanted the xenos gone but now she was he felt completely alone. I'm going to die he thought. I'm going to die completely alone and forgotten. He lay back on the couch, his head pounding more than ever. His leg felt like it was throbbing and the pain was unbearable. He soon drifted back into a nightmare racked sleep, fully expecting to never wake up.