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Loopstah wrote: Because they are finally honouring the Chaos victory in the campaign and showing what happens when Cadia falls, like they chickened out of doing a decade ago. I think this is probably closest to the truth. GW has made a lot of progress recently - it seems like the bean counters are sharing creative control with studio types, who are nerds like us and they love winking at these old nerdy debates. Khorne Chosen Marine Riding a Juggernaut Belgium oldzoggy wrote: They could be revisiting it like the horus herecy instead of reconning it. Wasn't the 13th crusade won by the bad guys ; Nope.
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The sun slowly descended casting purple and orange hues over the horizon. The night sky was without a single star though, to many lights from the city. There were two other troopers with me that night, Larvik Sarven, and Gellom Fenus, Emperor I can still see their faces.
Larvik was from a planet named Vollania, an ice planet. The people who lived there were descendants from the Valhallan colonists, so he had the same accent as a Valhallan. You know, you would have to be a Valhallan yourself to tell the difference between the accents.
His skin color was a pasty white, he had strawberry blonde hair, and freckles dotted his cheeks. I never learned why he had such distaste for the guard. Gellom had thick, long and wavy black hair. Together, we were going to see a holo-projection at the nearby theatre.
We had some leave time, so we thought we should try and have a nice night together. The rules on Dvi-Marion were different as well, did I mention that? We had to carry our side-arms at all times. But anyways, we were at the theatre.
The father saluted us, and the little boy no older than eight did too. Most people despise PDF; I know that was a fact in the underhive. We took our seats and the holo projector spun starting the show. I mean what was is about? I got my answer soon enough. Then the holo started to play. It was very artsy though, and annoyingly pretentious. We went to a extremely nice restaurant after that.
As I entered I just felt out of place. I was a civilized worlder sure, but, it was so well kept, and absent of gothic architecture. Three chandeliers hung from the top of the ceiling, casting dim light across the restaurant. In the center was massive atrium with a beautifully pearl tile floor, and to the left and right were tables framing the atrium.
We grabbed a table on the left side of the restaurant. I took my seat, Gellom and Larvik sat down. A young waitress with blond hair came by and asked us what drinks we would want. He seemed like he was about to speak but the waitress came by.
She herself was about to speak before auto and las rounds ripped through the restaurant. This is where it happens. I was looking at my menu when from the corner of my I saw bright flashes of red coming from the sky.
I looked out the window, and I saw large military dropships. I ducked under the table. Seeing me do this Gellom divined what I was doing immediately. He ducked under the table almost as quickly as I did. Larvik had his head ripped apart by a bolter round, leaving nothing left. Not even his mother could identify him now, shame, he was a good man. The dropships seemed to have heavy auto-gun turrets, multi-lasers , and heavy bolters attached to the side.
A stray auto round hit just a mere two inches from my right hand. The las and auto fire ceased. Taking this moment of opportunity I looked around, and I saw others who ducked under the tables just like us, but bolt or auto round ripped through the hard wooden tables: killing them instantly.
Then, I heard footsteps. I saw Gellom go straight for his pistol, but I grabbed his arm. I shook my head, hopefully convincing him not to give away our position. He reluctantly nodded at me; least the kid had a good head on his shoulders.
The footsteps got louder, and I could see black leather boots walking towards us. I looked to Gellom, and I reached for my pistol.
Quickly I unholstered my sidearm, and nodded at Gellom. He nodded back at me to confirm that he was ready. We both lifted up from under the table.
The two traitor Guardsmen were dumb struck. They both had been completely taken by surprise. These are the unarmored points of most flak armor designs. The las bolt hit him square in the eye, and he fell over. Gellom did the same as I did and he aimed for the head, easily taking out his target.
The night sky was filled with red flares from dropship engines. I saw darkened figures clothed in black running across the city. Screaming filled my ear drum as did the gun fire did. I could see fires in the distance; buildings were engulfed in raging infernos from artillery. Indescribable mutants of horrid shape and form carrying flamers wasted entire groups of fleeing civilians.
I looked over to Gellom, his face had a look of unmasked horror. Poor kid, everything he ever loved was being destroyed before his very eyes. I remembered on the way here seeing a few acres of houses, which should give us some cover on our way back to base.
I walked over to the two dead traitors, and took one of their las-rifles. This was more like it, I thought. A big, bulky, lasgun, just like they had back home. Gellom figured out what I was doing almost quickly enough and did the same as I.
He tried to figure out how best to hold it in his hands. The grin was struck from my face. I looked to him staring him straight in the eyes. Hate for him to have a breakdown right now, I would have to leave him behind. We walked through the well lit kitchen. The white tiles were dirtied by our military issued boots. Strangely, I felt we were being watched at that moment. The back of the restaurant was unimpressive say the least.
A single large garbage container held a few bags of refuse.
Beyond the backyard of the restaurant, was the forest of Yevil. As we were walking away from the restaurant, someone came up from behind us: I heard the metal backdoor clang.
Without hesitation I turned and leveled my lasgun at her head. I nearly blew her brains out before realizing it was a civilian. She was a waitress. I remembered that I had forgotten to collect that. The burning city illuminated our path even as I was puzzled as to what the enemy hoped to gain from this attack. While passing backyards it dawned on me, it was going to be one long night. It felt like the whole universe was coming down on us. Like there were no friends in the stars.
Only enemies ready to stab us and leave us for dead. Both the Imperium and the Eye of Terror sent a Crusade against us. What happened that day must never be forgotten however, lest we allow it to happen again one day. While I sit in my chair, writing down sentences then immediately erasing them; I keep wondering where I should start my story. I decided it would be best to start my story when my squad and I were descending down to the planet.
I was with my squad, and we were being taken to the planet by the use of a Valkyrie. While inside I felt as if I was a coin in a small tin can being shaken about by a young boy.
I should explain those in my squad so that people know who they were. Its best I simply explain it so that I may better explain the story. If you wish to skip the next two paragraphs please do so. I'm very dull when it comes to describing people, so I do not blame any reader who chooses to skip my descriptions. First there was Sister Rachel; she was my best friend since training at the Torch. She always buzzes her hair so that her helmet could fit better, pity because she had the most vibrant shade of red hair.
I remember her tendency to curse however. A very unpleasant trait that she had, but I was tolerant of it. She made great company when I needed it most. After her there was Sister Taley, she was youngest amongst us. She was even younger than me; something that I can still hardly believe was possible. Maybe that was just a sign of my age. Anyways on to what I was saying before. We called her Rookie often, me and Rachel were the only ones who refused to haze her though. Sister Cynthia and Sister Samantha were twins.
Everything one of them did the other did it exactly the same way. Be it praying, fighting, or hazing poor Taley. Unlike the others they grew out their hair; allowing for their shared and beautiful blondish redish strawberry blonde hair to flourish. Their faces were covered in little freckles which were cut in half here and there by scars. They were great company and it was always a pleasure to be around them. Every minute we spent with them was a minute well spent to put it plainly. Me, Rachel, Taley, Cynthia, and Samantha all had the same load out: Bolt Gun Scoped , Bolt Pistol Silenced , two fragmentation grenades, combat knife, and Apriori pattern shock maul for incapacitating an enemy non-lethally.
There was always a rumor flying around the cafeteria about how she made a Dark Eldar Wynch cry once during one of their raids, and I completely believe it to this very day. I say she should have been a Sister Superior when the Crusade reached Apriori. Her conduct outside of the battlefield was less than exemplary however. Her hair was snow white, and her skin was black kind of mocha color.
Now allow me to explain about Sister Chelsea. I will warn all readers that I am very biased with my explanation of Chelsea. Chelsea would well, perhaps it is not important to talk about. But she was a very manipulative person. I shall explain what I mean by that. She always had this eerie and creepy little smile. Whenever I saw it I could not help but cringe. Sister Fran was as devote as they come. She prayed to the Emperor every hour on the hour. Fran had memorized several religious documents which are so many they are beyond remembrance.
She always had a verse from some book for every situation though, which sometimes was comforting. But other times it was simply annoying. Sister Jakobi never left much of an impression on me. Her hair was a dark brown color, and her skin was a pasty white. She was shy and it was seldom when she spoke with anyone in the squad. She stuck to the shadows, and you could be talking for hours with someone and not even notice she was in the corner of the room. She carried with herself a flamer instead of a bolter, the reason for which I've forgotten.
A single scar from a Dark Eldar knife ran across her left cheek. Most of the fingers on her right hand had been replaced by augmented ones, and her left eye had been replaced with a mechanical one. Its lens glowed red in the darkness, which was very intimidating say the least. Her hair was long, flowing, and black as coal.