DA Fanfiction: The Roots of Betrayal
This piece is one I submitted to a black library short story comp. I didnt make it through but it's given me a chance to think about it and expand. Any comments are appreciated!
“FORWARD!!” Telusiarnus screamed down the vox-comms, kicking the broken body of a Fallen angel from his path, the crackling power sword ending its deadly arc. Whipping his left arm up his bolter sang as the devastating rounds roared from the barrel, shells exploding around the Fallen as they attempted to fall back through the archway at the end of the hall. One of the Chaos Marines crumpled as the shell reduced his helmet to ceramite shards.
His Battle-Brothers sprinted past him as soon as the order bellowed from his vox, bleached-bone robes fluttering behind as the elite warriors charged down the hallway, bulky shoulder pads dwarfed by the massive and ornate jump-packs sitting on their backs.
A blinding bolt of energy shot from behind, searing heat and the smell of burnt ozone reached his senses and another of the fleeing Fallen was removed from the Galaxy, a white-hot liquid explosion marked his demise, no time to even scream. Brother-Sergeant Telusiarnus smiled grimly beneath his helmet, destroying the Fallen was what he lived for. Shells detonated and ricocheted around, but Telusiarnus pressed on. Bolter fire blared from the thick muzzle, scattering explosive rounds around the archway.
Falling back through the large doorway, one of the traitors turned, the bastard heretic brought a fearsomely large weapon to bear upon them.
“HEAVY BOLTER! COVER!” Screamed one of the veterans, moments before being torn to bloody ribbons by the large calibre rounds.
Snarling, Telusiarnus engaged his jump pack, its turbines flaring to life, propelling him towards the enemy. As he flew through the air his keen senses picked up his battle-brothers engaging their packs, filling the hall with a deafening roar. Telusiarnus slammed into the Fallen, smashing him to the ground. Before the traitor could regain his senses a green comet hurtled towards his helmet.
The armoured gauntlet smashed into the helm of the Fallen, causing his head to crash against the floor with teeth-shattering force. Telusiarnus quickly scrambled to his feet, the Fallen marine however, still lay on the floor, waving his free hand in front of his mask aimlessly. Without a second’s remorse, the sergeant fired his bolter into the marines head, a quick jolt of the body and it was stilled forever.
“Brother-Sergeant, Carminel, he didn’t stand a chance…” The voice came from behind, was slightly reproachful yet with a hard quality still. Telusiarnus turned to face his battle-brothers, his grilled power helmet staring grimly at each of them.
“Brother Carminel was an exceptional servant of the Emperor, he deserved better. But we cannot mourn for him now; we will press on and honour his spirit.” Turning towards the doorway Telusiarnus moved through the archway, bolter in one hand and humming power sword in the other. His marines kept close and held their assorted arms closer. The small doorway quickly gave way to a large foyer, the same intricate, gothic design as before. The space marines fell in behind the Sergeant as he backed up against a wall approaching the archway.
As Telusiarnus drew in breath to issue covering orders the wall and floor began to explode around them, large chunks of tiling and stone flying loose as the familiar ‘crack’ bolter shots began to spray around them.
“The balcony! Return fire and move!” His robed squadron opened fire at the marines toting the armour whose hue was similar to their own. Sections of the balcony lit up with fire and another searing white-blue bolt of energy flew from close by, turning a section of the enemy cover into liquid stone. Telusiarnus taped the side of his helmet and tuned into the “Redeemer” The battle-barge that waited in low orbit.
“Resistance met, secondary foyer, requesting-” The sergeant was cut off as a streaking black missile flew from the balcony. He barely had time to make a leap backwards before the rocket detonated in the location he sat seconds ago. The blast pushed him backwards but other wise he was uninjured, more than could be said for his battle-brother who was sat beside him… broken chunks of power armour sat in the smoking crater “-Damn these Chaos SCUM! Requesting fire now!” Larger and more concentrated fire began slamming into their cover.
“ -Brother, Captain Lemaar and Brother-Chaplain Vesuves… similar location, fight through … foyer Brother! Thunderhawks inbound … plant the homing beacon for Deathwing support… Higher resistance… Cautious Brother….”
Not moments after the broken, static fillef response ceased, a roaring was heard over the gunfire, mighty engines resonated above and a sharp whistling sound pierced the air. The fire eased slightly as the more prudent of the traitorous cowards moved from the foyer but this was seconds before the impressive domed roof of the foyer shook with a mighty impact. The explosion rocked the entire room and segments of the roof must have failed under the pressure as a series of crashing rubble reached the Sergeants ears.
“Go, go, go!” The Marines scrambled into the foyer, using the temporary confusion as their only cover “Fire at the balcony!” barked the sergeant, and with well trained response a series of assorted shots pounded the diminished cover. Telusiarnus himself dropped to a crouch and snapped a long Tri-pod from his waist, punching a few of the keys on the side the Tri-pod whirred into life, extending and lighting up the device began to hum with increasing intensity. Planting the homing beacon into the floor firmly he spun around “Engage!” and with the same growling of power the jump-pack threw him into the sky, touching down on the scarred floor of the balcony.
A number of the Fallen were recovering from the blast, twelve? Maybe more. But far fewer were directly ready to resist. Swinging the sword out before him the blade crackled with power once more. As he ran forward a shot slammed into his shoulder, the potentially crippling shot stopped by the impressive pads merely turned his body and elected a fierce anger within him.
Telusiarnus rushed forward, slashing the first Fallen down the breastplate, a shower of blood sprayed from the wound as he moved forward still, turning another to a husk with rapid fire from his bolter as the heretic tried to climb to his feet. His battle-brothers rushed into the fight, some toting the same crackling weapons of destruction, others were wielding large chainswords. The Balcony erupted in a sprawling melee as the marines clashed together, more fallen poured from the doorway behind, bolstering the traitor defence.
Down in the foyer the homing beacon had reached a crescendo, blinking wildly as a powerful static feeling filled the air, the pressure around the beacon increased considerably and the air was sucked in forcefully. A sharp crack followed by a blinding flash preceded the arrival of eight hulking behemoths in the foyer. The terminators stood formidably in their huge personal dreadnought armour; standing over eight feet tall and three feet wide these super-warriors were even more fearsome to behold then the regular.
The terminators quickly turned as a group of fallen marines poured into the room from a close by doorway, some slowed at the heart-stopping sight but some of the more insane charged onwards. The terminators pushed into the Fallen, turning the closest into a pulp of armour and flesh with gigantic power fists and mowing the ones behind down with storm bolters and Assault Cannon fire.
The sprawling battle atop the balcony still raged on, the elite veteran marines were slowly winning the fight against superior numbers. The sounds of heavy artillery and massive explosions sounded from outside the fortress.
Telusiarnus slashed in a mighty arc, dismembering Chaos marines in a single strike, he had fought ruthlessly in this brawl and had personally been responsible for the majority of the ruined Fallen bodies littering the floor.
A helmet-less Fallen charged him, millennia of hatred burning in his eyes. He clashed with a blade similar to that of the sergeants, though the bolts licking the blade held a baleful red tint. The traitor marine withdrew and slashed again though was blocked once more, Telusiarnus smiled beneath his helm, a challenge. The sergeant’s eyes flashed as he saw the gold tint of a plasma pistol in the traitor’s hand. Snapping up his own pistol, the sergeant blew the destructive weapon from the traitor’s hand just as the weapon began to gather power, it flew backwards before detonating in a small blue flash.
Telusiarnus was forced to parry again however, before he could shoot this heretic and soon enough the two were locked clashing blades in the fight. The display was impressive, skilled strokes and strikes as well as clever dodges and blocks. But with an exceptional blow Telusiarnus’ blade was knocked wide, leaving his body exposed. The Fallen angel capitalised instantly, throwing his head forward to butt the sergeant, despite the act he wore no helmet, this attack would knock him down and there he would be defenceless…
As the traitor bore forward, the sword fell from Telusiarnus’ grasp, its weight a hindrance, as did his bolter. Two now-free hands came together on the head of the traitor, stopping him inches from his face. The traitor’s eyes still blazed with that infernal hatred, despite the now apparent understanding.
Telusiarnus did not blink as he rapidly twisted his hands, violently snapping the neck of the Fallen angel. The eyes-oh-so-bright instantly took a more docile quality as the body slumped lifelessly to the floor.
The Sergeant gathered up his equipment as the last of the traitors were dispatched. Two of his own men lay amongst the dead, one riddled with a score of slashes and the other bore a smoking crater in his chest. Telusiarnus’ Vox began to crackle again as another garbled transmission came through.
“Closest to … Main Foyer… turn the tide of…… Cut the rot… Caution, disturbances…”
Last edited by Concrete Hero; 09-24-08 at 02:11 PM.