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Default The Tyrant of Frisia VII - The Tale of the Executioners

These are the beginnings of a story about the Badab Uprising from the point of view of Executioners' First Captain, Anthonius van der Busen. Enjoy.


It started with an act of sheer injustice.
‘I will not suffer these criminals to live Lord Governor,’ Pierius Gerlofs had said to Rakres, the planetary governor of Elus II, a small planet to the galactic northeast of Badab, where Lufgt Huron of the Astral Claws had attacked Imperial ships just a year ago.

‘My lord, I beg you to see the innocence of these men!’ He pleaded, going so far to touch the giant. Pierius was by far the largest Astartes I have ever seen, standing almost nine and a half feet tall, recruited from the Ytembus tribe on Frisia VII, our feral home world.

Pierius recoiled slightly at the mortal’s hand on his thigh. Turning to the frail man, he warned, ‘I find your constant pleading for the men’s freedom exasperating. If you interfere with the Emperor’s Will I will be obliged to deliver castigation as I deem necessary.’ He lifted Rakres’ hand off his plated leg and continued out the door where, upon a raised dais, several men knelt, forced down by more Astartes. In the bright red sunlight, the Executioners’ armor looked pink and purple.
‘Please sir, do not—‘ Rakres began, but was stopped by Pierius’ glare. His shaven head gleamed, his pale blue eyes as cold as ice.
‘I am disappointed, Rakres. I thought you to be a man of good character.’ He gestured to his honor guard, and two space marines marched to the governor and forced him to his knees. ‘For refusing to cooperate with the Emperor’s chosen warriors, you shall feel the cleansing bite of Cleave.’

Pierius slowly drew the ceremonial greatsword, Cleave, measuring over two meters in length; the badge of office of the Chapter Master of the Executioners. Rakres looked up, his face streaked with tears. He desperately thrashed, but the Astartes held his arms as, in front of hundreds of civilians, on the steps to the planetary governor’s estate, Pierius beheaded ex-Planetary Lord Governor-Elect Rakres.

I was one of the Astartes. I held the innocent man down as my Master cut his head off. That was how it began. I traveled with Pierius Gerlofs, as his First Captain, and aided him in executing thousands of civilians on hundreds of planets.

A year later, we attacked an Imperial tax ship under Pierius’ command and I drew my own ceremonial greatsword of remarkable length, still tiny compared to that of Pierius, and executed the navigator and seven Imperial officials. Yet I dared not question the Master.

Four months later, I waited outside a door with my fellow captain of the Third Company as my Master talked and drank and laughed with known traitor Lufgt Huron. Yet I did nothing when we parted and he told us that Imperials are corrupt, greedy and selfish. That we must fight our former allies and put them all to the sword.

I am Anthonius van der Busen and I let the Executioners die.

"Employ your time in improving yourself by other men's writings, so that you shall gain easily what others have labored hard for."

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wow nice. You going to put another part up soon?

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More! More! MORE!!! This is going to be a great story i can tell.

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After 10 years of relentless shelling, the hive is reduced to naught but rubble and dust, two years after all signs of life ceased and five years after the hive issued its unconditional surrender.

I dont want to hear any more flashlight joke alright, there just guide lights for the artilery
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Wow, people actually found this thread? Lol, I put this up on the 18th of January, and I gave up on it when nobody replied. But I will write the rest and put it up now that I see there is interest

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this is great! looking forward to reading some more!

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great work mate more please

Nyctophobia- Fear of the Dark Angel.

"No one ever spoke about of those two absent brothers. Their separate tragedies had seemed like aberrations. Had they, in fact, been warnings that no one had heeded?"

'Killing a man is like fucking, boy, only instead of giving life you take it. You experience the ecstasy of penetration as your warhead enters the enemy's belly and the shaft follows. You see the whites of his eyes roll inside the sockets of his helmet. You feel his knees give way beneath him and the weight of his faltering flesh draw down the point of your spear. Are you picturing this?'
'Yes, lord.'
'Is your dick hard yet?'
'No, lord.'
''What? You've got your spear in a man's guts and your dog isn't stiff? What are you, a woman?'
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i love the end dramatic
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Default Chapter One: Pushing Up Daisies

EDIT: Sorry this installment took a while, I just never really got around to writing it. Also, let me apologize in advance for the following language

'Pass me my brew, sarge.'

'What kind of fuckin' name is Daisy Tox?' The sergeant, Patrick Essel asked incredulously.

'Take it up with me mam, Pat. Now pass me the damn beer.' Daisy responded coolly.

Patrick slid a mug of foaming beer over to the soldier. Daisy took a sip and spat it back out over the side of the bar.

'Is this even ale your givin' me?!' He exclaimed in disgust.

'You'll get used to it Private. It's all we've got.'

'You mean no one smuggled Norman brew aboard?'

'How long do ya think it lasts? No one would drink this when there's Norman ale on the ship.'

Daisy shrugged and took another sip, this time forcing the small mouthful down his throat.

'How was the shuttle from Normundi Prime anyway?' Essel inquired casually.

'Awful. The damned thing was as steady as my baby sister on Fireweed. I had the bottom bunk the whole fourteen months, and the mattress up top leaked.'

'Leaked what?'

'Dunno. Don’t really want to.'

The two men sat in silence and drank, immersed in the loud buzz of drunken conversation.

Suddenly, klaxons sounded all over the bar. Everyone was silent for a few moments, and then the noise returned, people talking even louder to drown out the sirens in the background.

'Shouldn't we be gettin' combat ready or something?' Daisy asked.

Patrick, seeing Daisy's puzzled face, explained, 'The seniors'll send some poor bastards over to get us up 'n' ready when they find out that the klaxons haven't done anything. Till then, everyone's fine with sitting on their fat arses an' drinkin' the piss water.'

Daisy laughed and took another drink from his mug.

Patrick turned out to be right, and a few junior officers entered the pub, yelling at everyone to get armed and ready.

After a moment full of groaning and whining and one man being shot in the left shoulder, everyone filed out, several men tripping and falling to the ground as they stumbled up the stairs slick with alcohol and vomit. Patrick and Daisy joined the small crowd leaving the rundown pub and stumbled back to their quarters to get suited up.

Having just moved in, Daisy’s rooms were bare. Other than a small cot, there was only a crate holding his brand new battle gear.

He bent down and lifted his bright green flak jacket, gazing at it in silence before slipping it over his shirt. He put his extra magazines into the pouches on the brown belt holding his fatigues in place and shouldered his autogun before leaving.

At the Embarkation Bay, Daisy and the rest of his squad, including Patrick, loaded onto a Valkyrie.

Inside, Captain Lyre, a tall woman with red hair tied up underneath a green army cap, briefed them, '287th Cadian transmitted a distress call a few weeks back, askin' for reinforcements to help with the deterioratin' situ--'

'What the fuck does 'deterioratin' mean, lass?' Someone asked, much to everyone's amusement, but he received a fierce backhanded smack from Lyre.

'They're askin' for help with keepin' the dickholes who've decided they don't give about authority,' She glared pointedly at the man nursing his bruised cheek, 'under control. So we're landin' on that lump of hospitable shit,' She paused for a second, hanging on to a metal bar as the lander launched from the Embarkation Bay with a large shudder. 'So we're landin' there to kill the damn rebels and the daemons they've managed ta summon through some ritual or other.'



'Yea, daemons. I forgot to mention that the twice damned scumbags've also decided that worshippin' Chaos is more rewardin' than servin' the Emperor, beloved by all.' Lyre responded to the fearful exclamations, 'Course we're not thinkin' anythin' like that, are we?'

The men shook their heads obediently, their eyes wide with terror.

'Nobody told me there'd be fuckin' daemons the first day on the damn job!' Daisy whispered to Patrick.

'Shit's hit the fan, Daisy. We've gotta kill 'em, or run 'n' not get caught.' Came Pat's reassuring response.

'What?' Daisy asked incredulously, 'Run? Don't they shoot ya for that?'

'Why'd’you think I said not to get caught? Besides, it'd be less painful than gettin' yer head bit off by some freak from the Warp.'

Daisy gulped, sweating inside the stuffy lander, 'Is that how you've survived so long? By runnin'?'

'How else would I survive? We're Guard lad. We die really fast.'

'How the hell did’ya get promoted?'

'Just shut it.' Patrick sighed.

There was another shudder as the Valkyrie entered the atmosphere, and the pilots' voices could be heard from the cockpit as they heatedly discussed the female anatomy. They were interrupted by an angry yell from the Lieutenant and fell silent. Then, 'Uh, heads up, enemy's got guided FlaK.'

Only a second later, a massive shockwave rocked the vessel, and Daisy's stomach churned as their Valkyrie went through several loops and barrel rolls to avoid more cannon fire.

'Will you stop it with the fuckin' acrobatics and land this damn thing?' Lyre shouted at the pilot.

'Do you wanna get down there with a piece of the lander up your arse, lass?!' The man yelled back.

Lyre opened her mouth to threaten the pilot, but the ship was hit again. Alarm lights lit the cockpit and klaxons sounded. In the background was an insistent beeping.

‘Damn it! 0023-Maiden goin' down! Engines got blasted off!' The co-pilot chattered rapidly into his vox link.

'Strap yourselves down lads!'

Daisy secured the restraining harness around his torso and gripped his autogun tightly.

The ship was shot once more on the bottom. The Valkyrie flipped and crashed upside down. Luck was the only reason they survived. The roof of the vessel was nearly touching Daisy's head.

He unlocked his safety harness and fell to the ground. He scrambled to his feet and fetched his autogun. The rest of the men were doing likewise.

Lyre started to leave immediately, Daisy right behind her. Just as Lyre stepped out of the crashed lander, her head blew to bits in a cloud of crimson blood as enemy snipers peppered her with rounds.

‘Holy fuck!’ Daisy shouted in shock. He just stood there, staring at the headless, bleeding body dumbly.

He was brought to attention by a missile landing just short of the Valkyrie. Several men rushed out of the lander. One of them was shot in the arm, another in the hip, but they all made it to the safety of a small ditch.

Daisy and Patrick sprinted out of the ship just as another missile slammed into it, killing everyone else inside. In the ditch, Daisy’s eyes were wide with terror and his hands were shaking as he held onto his gun.

"Employ your time in improving yourself by other men's writings, so that you shall gain easily what others have labored hard for."

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