Summary/disclaimer: It is time for another chapter of Imperial Scales. Enjoy the 800-word chapter. I do not own Warhammer and Mass Effect, Bioware, Games Workshop, and a few others do.
The Imperial Fists fell silent as another 12 Astartes slowly joined the group, all the Legion gathered around each other. They were all prepared for a lot but not this, not what they were dealing with.
They could see nothing, not the Iron Warriors… Not the rest of their bases, not the rest of their bases. He was silent as he looked around the base, curious about everything.
Where were they? He did not want to relax; he would not be able to think as the rest of the Imperial Fists joined him.
He felt off here… He did not understand what this place was and he did not believe he could have understood it if he tried.
So? Instead? The group decided to fan out. They were committed to this siege… And they would not relent until they had won or all died in the attempt.
He knew better than to relax, for now, his enemies would not rest, he would not rest… None of them could rest until this was all said and done… It had to be done for now and for a good reason.
They had to think and had to end it surely with one blow. Anything less was too much to deal with at the end of the day for now.
Something about it all had been too much to deal with for now at the end of the time being…. They were curious about it to the end of the day and such for the time being as it came down.
She would have to be done at the end of the day. She would continue to relax once more at the end of the day at the end of the day.
It was too much for now and had been much longer than they dealt with… He was angry and he was annoyed… And both were in a way he could barely handle. It would have to be enough for him now and for a good reason.
Then again? It was something else for them and good. It had to be now.
It had to be now and it would end for the time being at the end of the day… Something about it all had been too much for the end of the day.
All of it was annoying inside the Astartes as he hummed at the end, distracted from it all now and good.
The group spread out, slowly… They walked like tanks and made their footsteps echo. They did not hide and they did not seek any type of cover as they were sure to echo just how much they wished for a fight with the enemy here.
It would become harsher for them and too much to deal with for the time being and good.
There was a movement and both spread out, they took cover in the ruins they seemed to find. They despised this and it would not aid them for a few seconds now.
If nothing else? They would be able to fight, that was part of what drove him to keep going… That there was still a fight to win for now.
And they would win now, they had to… Losing was not an option at the end of it all now.
The Imperial Fists were all too thrown off when it was said and over. All of it was curious and it would be too much to deal with, they were the wall of the empire… But it seemed they were not where they were.
He discarded the idea of warp trickery; the Iron Warriors HATED the warp magics and made no use of them besides for their siege weapons.
Yet? He was also sure this was not a trick if it was. He would surely feel suffering across his being. He did NOT, only a pain within him with the brothers who had suffered.
But it was a pain he could only begin to understand. A pain worse than those given to the brothers of the chapter who wished to suffer.
It was a pain that cut deeper and deeper inside them for now and it would hurt them far too much for them to do this.
He ordered them to spread out, now focused on getting work done for now… It hurt but it was something that he could finally get behind.
"I do not know this place… Blasted heretics." He heard as he snorted.
"They do not use the warp… The heretics hate the warp and they only use it to fuel their weapons and as cannon fodder. This is something else. If they wanted something from us? They would simply kill us and go." He stated before he sighed to himself.
Such was life, it had to be done at the end when he was done with it. The Imperial Fists within had to end, they had work left to deal with now and good.
"Agreed and there were no Xenos upon the planet. We killed so many they left. No, this place is new and something we have not dealt with." He stated before he sighed to himself.
It was more than he wished, what he was currently dealing with was something he was not used to. Work continued so they could keep going and it would not end until now.
"Spread out, we continue forwards." The lead Imperial Fist ordered as he sighed and then shook his head. "We have work to do, the heretics would continue to strike at us. They would not fail back unless they wanted us all dead." He added as he heard a snort.
"Shut up, Abelard." He heard as he turned.
"No, brother… I will not." Abel stated before he sighed to himself.
It was odd now to deal with, something about it all had been too much for now… It was all too crazy inside of his mind.
Abelard was curious as he thought of his next move as he thought of what was growing on his mind.
"We got work left to deal with, spread out. If they want us dead? You are going to be doing them a favor not seeking cover." Abelard stated before he sighed and then looked upwards and into the sky.
He was curious as he thought of his next movement. It was too thrown to the side by these types of things when it was said and done, now and good? The Imperial Fists had work left to deal with.
It was too much left to do now… And it would not change it all now.
Abelard looked up at the sky. In a few seconds? He wished to try and think of what was growing on his mind as he thought of his next move, he had to be thrown off.
It was all too relaxed once. This was an odd planet but he would not be able to distract himself from his work and if there were still traitors for them to kill? They would kill too many people now at the time if they were not stopped.
The traitors were to deal with things now at the end of it.
He had work to do and it was his job as a Lieutenant to march his brothers into battle… If only Dorn was here the Iron Warriors would have been crushed about 50 times over.
And it bothered him but it was such to deal with for now at the time being when such was life… It was too beyond the pale for them to fight.
The sounds of boots made the 6-man group bring up their bolters and spread out. There was a line of Ceramite between the enemy and the horizon which made him happy. They had a line now, a line in the sand.
It was too much for him once again as Abelard brought up his bolter, he was prepared to fight. His gun was ready for battle as he thought of his next move.
They took cover, all bringing up their guns to attack the enemies. If they wanted to die? He would continue to relax and fight them like they wanted to.
The soldiers coming up were clad in green armor like guardsmen… But their weapons were more primitive, they looked more like old-fashioned guns than any type of weapons used by the imperium or their enemies.
Abelard paused and then looked up to his brothers, he readied his rifle. His bolter wished for blood and he wished to feed it blood.
Abelard hummed and then paused to lean on the wall. He took a deep breath and then prepared for combat. Yet? He did not know these men and women.
Were they chaos? No, they did not look like the ragged soldiers of the heretic armies as he knew them, and they did not appear to be anything like another galaxy's soldiers.
It made questions he could not know the answer to. There was time to study them and build up their defenses.
He sighed to himself and told them to stand down, he wanted a fight but his brothers were stupid… If they were to fight them? They could take way more losses than they inflicted, not the best move even for a group of them who dealt with siege tactics toward their enemies.
It was then and only then that they would fight it all for now at the end of it seemed to be. It would end here and now at the end of it all coming crash to deal with for now and good.
It was all too much to distract himself from it coming crashing down. The Imperial Fists would stand and the empire would break their enemy.
But? He was not stupid; he would not risk his men in an ambush and would not yet order his next plan. They had work left to deal with and it was something to deal with each little motion as it came crashing to the ground.
The soldiers drew closer. There were 50 or some of the soldiers and they had all split themselves into groups, each numbering 10 and each squad sweeping around.
Abelard hummed, curious about what they wanted. They had been soldiers and that much about their training was clear.
The problem? He did not know them but he did not wish to kill them, it would possibly bring more enemies which would overwhelm them. If they were with the Iron Warriors? Perhaps they could be interrogated to tell them something.
It was too much for them now. Work was part of duty; duty was something that they could only begin to understand with each little motion of time now. Now and forever would they fight once again.
He sighed, cracking his fingers, and bringing up his bolter.
He was able to think of what was growing upon his mind. He was able to try and deal with his brothers who wanted to fight, and kill.
They were stupid in the ways of war, beautiful artisans but his friends were stubborn and meat-headed when it came down to fighting again.
It was something else… He was able to try, thinking of what they would do.
The soldiers were led by a figure, an armored figure who stood up near their height in light blue armor. They did not seem an imperial figure but their armor lacked the trappings of the heretics. They carried themselves like a professional soldier, a shotgun in their arms as they led the group ahead.
Abelard hummed, tilting his head to the side as he thought of what to do. They were heavily outnumbered… And yet striking at them could have wiped them out.
Yet? They could not retreat nor would his brothers wish to retreat. They were soldiers and had been too used to striking at the enemy in siege tactics.
Something about it told him that they would have to approach this tactfully. He was too used to fighting.
So? He decided to take a gamble… And stepped out to confront them.
Author Notes
Phew. Another chapter is done! I want to point out that the next chapter will be delayed. I am also aware of the fact the Imperial Fists differ from the Ultramarines but I wished for the Imperial Fists to meet the UNSC and interact… The next chapter will show them meeting the UNSC and dealing with their situation.
Also? To the person assuming I make stories and ditch them? I have 500 stories… Yes, my mind shifts again and again. I am not ditching this story. I go with the flow. The next chapter is 900-6500 words and in 2-10 months, Lighting Wolf is out!