Here have it, more useless fiction from Horn. I don't want it, so take it! Take it all!!
Abbaddon strode through his high altar, devoted to the merciless Gods of Chaos who in over the ages have supplied Abbaddon with constant glory and gifts. The dark, eeri Temple on the Warlord's Flag ship stunk of fresh blood and rotting intestines, newly sacrificed atop the bloody sacrificial stone. Abbaddon watched his Sorcerours conjure the portal of Vlamos in order to summon horrid, cunning deamon of Tzeentch, Durak.
Suddendly the temple dimmed as the shadows swam around, turning and twisting, forming horrendous shapes. “Argh! No!” Blood gashed up across Abbaddon as a sorcerer's exploded. “Its coming!” The magicians screamed, aghast, as a thin sneer appeared across the Warlord's gray face. The ship shook, the shadows spun furiously. Suddenly without warning everything stopped. Abbaddon's smile turned to confusion. “Is it here?” The magicians look as confused as their master. “It was coming...its gone... it seems to have left, master!” This was not what their Master hoped for. “Why is it fucking gone?! Its your hea...” Suddenly a twisting sickly blue portal materialised on the Altar, throwing out what seems to be the carcass of a deamon, twisted features of a screamer. Aghast, the magicians begun wailing. “This must be it! Its dead!” Abbaddon was furious. “How can it be dead?!” The Portal suddendly widened and out jumped another body but this time it stood up and seemed alive. It was a male human figure, smaller than Abbaddon but still large for a human, with messy hair kept in check with a grimy green bandanna, rippling muscles, mostly covered with camo and a dirty white singlet . The man was clutching onto a machete covered in black oozing blood and he was looking down at the deamon's carcass. “Gotcha ya bastard! Bloody demon, fightin's for men!”The large man looks up at something “G'day mate! I'm Catachan Crowe and welcome to Catachan Crowe Fightin' 'round the Galaxy, in this here episode, we're gonna do some good ol' fightin', and I gotta say, I sure love fightin'!” Glancing around Crowe's eyes widened as he noticed Abbaddon “Crikey your a big bastard!” Abbaddon was furious. “Who the fuck are you?!”
“Oi, don't take that tone with me ya vagina, Come on and fight!” Abbaddon bellowed in rage and charged the Catachan but the Catachan leaped back and merged among the shadows, dissapearing. “What the fuck is happening?!?” The warlord stared questioningly at his sorcerours but they only returned an equally confused stare. “Find him!” Several of Abbaddon's most experienced veteran Terminators, standing guard by the Temple doors, animated into action and spread out to search for the unlikely intruder. Chaos Terminator Veteran Alung swiftly moved about the shadows, scanning the darkness, seeing as if it was day. He was a Chaos marine, he didn't need his helmet to aid him. The Temple's left wall was safe, nothing was lurking behind the altar and the random torso high grass bush behind the altar was clear... Wait a minute, thought Alung. There was no random torso high bloody grass bush behind the alt... Alung didn't finish his second thought as a surprisingly sharp spear shot out from the bush, piercing his skull and spraying blood all over the Terminator behind him, who jumped out of the spear's way but stepped into a noose and was dragged up towards the roof, suspended by a thick rope, tied around one of his feet. A Terminator screeched in pain as he clumsily stepped through a thin trap wire, had half his leg blown off by a demolition charge and his exposed groin pierced with shrapnel. Abbaddon's Captain fired desperately into the darkness of the altar but a powerful camo smeared arm clutching a 23 inch Catachan Jungle knife wrapped itself around his head and within a second sliced open the captain's throat, exposing the marine's veins and sparying a fountain of blood onto the altar. Another Veteran Chaos Marine gurgled and gasped, choking on his own blood, as a large stake had swung from the roof into the back of his head and was sticking out of his mouth.
Horrified, Abbaddon was in more dismay. He had not felt such fear in a long time and his elite Chaos Marine Bodyguards were being picked off, fast. “What in the name of Chaos are you?” Frowning, the Catachan jumped from the shadows, tossed his Catachan Jungle knife into its sheath and clenched his fists. “Im Catachan Crowe, and I'm fightin' 'round the galaxy!” Retaining his composure, Abbaddon charged the human. “This is a fucking guardsmen, a human!” Swinging forward with his lightning claw, Abbaddon was certain he would end the human's life. Catachan Crowe had other ideas. He dodged the Warlord's claws by ducking and with a clenched Catachan fist, punched Abbaddon in the face. Abbaddon reeled back, more from surprise than harm. Crowe didn't waste time and with fast Catachan actions, grabbed his knife and stabbed it directly into Abbaddons Claw of Horus thing. To Abbaddon's horror the Claw sizzled and sparked, then suddenly exploded, completely shredding apart most of Abbaddon's right arm. “Right, that'll teach you a lesson you bugger! That was some nice fightin', and I sure love fightin'!”
Abbaddon was not a virgin to pain and his rage blocked most of it out anyway. Roaring insanely the Warlord was going to introduce the arrogant mortal to true suffering.
Unfortunately the mortal was no where to be found. He had dissapeared as abruptly as he had entered. With a sudden crash, the Altar doors burst open and in swarmed the loyal Chaos Marines of Abbaddon's Black Legion. “Master! Whats going on? Whats that on your back?”. With his remaining arm , still fuming about the insolent Catachan, Abbaddon reached over his back and found a square pack about the size of his helmet. Glancing at it Abbaddon noticed the bright red numbers flashing across a screen. 4..3..2..1..
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Last edited by CommissarHorn; 02-23-09 at 08:05 AM.