Summary/disclaimer: Time for another story, this one about Halo and Warhammer. Enjoy the 800-word chapter. I do not own Warhammer and, Microsoft, Games Workshop, and a few others do.
An Imperial fist was not just a warrior… Not simply a weapon of the Imperium…. They were soldiers, steadfast defenders of more than simply the Imperium, they were the wall that made the fortresses of Terra itself.
Still? They were not simply soldiers; they were siege makers. They seemed eager to fight and they would fight through the chaos. They would crash through walls, and build fortresses that would last the test of time.
Still? They wished to be ready for a single flaw, a single cut through the skin, and a cut they would cut once more.
They were busy fighting… Fighting their most hated and despised foe. The chaotic version of what they were and what they would come to be… The Iron Warriors.
Bolter fire rained down on the traitors, a pair of cyber-enhanced Astartes falling as their heads exploded, exposing the hideous innards which were neither human nor machine but a horrid fusion.
The yellow armor of Imperial Fists stood out as they reigned hell upon their enemies. They stood and fought from behind fortified lines which they had carefully constructed.
"Stand and die, heretics!" One of the squad soldiers hissed, mowing down a pair of the legion's cultist soldiers.
He was annoyed more by the waste of ammo from his bolter than any lingering care for the dead. They had chosen their side and came knowing they would die or kill their enemy.
He knew better. He knew much better than to show sympathy for his enemy had none. And he would gladly show them the hate of his Primarch… And they showed him the hatred of their humanity.d
He took cover, hellish fire vaporizing the wall next to him into a fine powder. He snorted, aimed, and put down the offender with a trio of bolts to their monstrous skull, causing them to collapse.
He had lost count of how many traitors he had killed but there were more heretic soldiers than corrupted Astartes, telling him the Legion had itself left the siege to fools.
It suited him fine. He killed the enemies of Dorn and the Imperial Fist, no more and no less was asked of a son of Dorn than to fight and die. That was enough for him.
Though? Perhaps that rule be changed lest it consume them. Several of his brothers lie wounded around him, more concerned with fighting than to regroup.
Though? He could not blame them as he knew they were as stubborn as their creator; they were bred to be siege masters and would sooner die than admit the enemies they fought would cause them issues.
He sighed as he continued fighting, tossing aside his emptied clip, and carefully inserting another as he prepared for further combat. He knew very much the Iron Warriors would not break unless they were forced to retreat and such a thing was beyond them even at best when they were asked to do such horrid things.
It would become harsher and harsher within his mind; he would fight alone. He knew his legion; his brothers would rather die upon this hollow rock than admit defeat.
And so? He aided them for there was no further debate in his mind than to protect his brothers in arms from those who had since become entrenched in their wars.
It was enough… It had to be done… And would be done now, he and his brothers were through enough.
It had to be done; his brothers would come soon… It was something else to deal with inside and out when it was said and done… His brothers would need guidance and he was not used to dealing with the forces of chaos when it was all done and dusted.
It was too much to deal with… And that would not change now. They would continue to relax once more to deal with.
It was too much to deal with… And it appeared to be done in other galaxies.
He would continue to relax… And to fight once more for the time being.
It also seemed the gods themselves were looking for a reason to leave and let them all fight alone.
He would continue to distract himself for now as he thought of it all.
Author Notes
Phew. The first chapter is done! I want to point out that this story will be switched from Star Wars to Halo… This will be the Kelly story for now. The next chapter will be 900-6500 words and will be delayed for the time being… It will also be longer and will be showing more of the Imperial Fists and will be in 2-10 months. Until then? Lighting Wolf out!