This is my second attempt at writing a fanfic for 40K. If I get enough positive reviews by the end of this, I may edit it into a format for a proper novel and send it off to Black Library. That's if it gets enough positive reviews. So Without Furthur Ado, Here's The Prologue.
++Cracking the Code++
Somewhere in the Vorcus System, Five Years Earlier
“FIRST RANK, FIRE, Second Rank, Fire!” bellowed Commissar Enacius over the noise of the battle. His guardsmen obeyed his command with no doubt, unleashing a torrent of lasgun fire at the nearest Hormagaunts, reducing them to cinders. Then, as more of the Xenos mounted another charge, the second row of Guardsmen fired, and each Tyranid was brought down.
“Keep at this and we’ll be safe in three months!” the Commissar shouted. “Remember; keep your eyes on the ground and in the sky! Watch out for Gargoyles, Mawlocs, Tyrgons and Harpies! For the Emperor!”
“Yes sir,” replied a Guardsman, and then shooting at another Tyranid.
“Good,” the Commissar nodded, and moved along the trenches, ducking to avoid fire from the swarming Xenos. Shifting the body of a fallen Guardsman aside, the Commissar unleashed a few shots from his bolt pistol at a Tyranid that had managed to climb into the trenches. For a moment, his thoughts reflected on his family. His two little boys and his wife, who had been evacuated off-planet a week before the invasion, as per his orders. ‘No, you mustn’t think about them,’
The Commissar brushed the thought out of his mind, and turned just in time to see a Valkyrie blown up in a ball of flame, the wreckage setting a ruined building alight behind him. Three loud noises signalled that the Basilisks had been unharmed by the fireball.
“Sir,” Sergeant Rafe, an old, bald Guardsman in his sixties, addressed the Commissar, wiping his sweaty brow. “We have lost contact with the Glory Boys operating nearby Bridge 24 B. We believe their transport-“
“Call them by their proper rank, Sergeant,” instructed the Commissar.
“Sorry, sir,” The Sergeant replied, and was now shouting over the noise of the battle. “As I was saying, we have lost contact with Storm Trooper Squad 154 operating nearby Bridge 24 B. We believe their transport was hit. Should a squad be dispatched to their aid?”
“I’d like to,” the Commissar remarked. “If I could I would make sure that we all had aid, Sergeant. But we don’t. We’re under strength here. We can’t send aid to Squad 154.”
“Sir, one of my friends is there,” protested the Sergeant.
“I said,” We can’t send aid to Squad 154,” replied the Commissar. “If I find out that you have disobeyed my orders, Sergeant... Well, let’s just say it will be the last thing you ever do. Understand?”
“Yes Sir!” Sergeant Rafe snapped his legs together and saluted the Commissar, before immediately ducking to avoid a shot from another Tyranid, who was blasted back by one of his squad.
Suddenly, the ground was ripped into pieces, as rubble and corpses were thrust off the ground.
“TAKE COVER!” bellowed Commissar Enacius, diving to the ground, his Guardsmen quickly following orders. “Watch your asses! It might not be in a good mood!”
Sergeant Rafe screamed, as his body was torn apart by the creature as it surfaced. His men looked on in fear as the dust vanished, revealing a monster almost as tall as the building that it had just destroyed. The Mawloc roared, rearing back, so the Commissar could see the black under-belly of the Xeno. ‘Big Mistake’,
The Commissar thought, and fired his bolt pistol five times, his men firing in unison. But was that thing down? The Commissar cursed in frustration as the dust settled, and the Mawloc had vanished.
“Sir, the Techmarines say that the shields are back online,” The Vox-Operator shouted to the Commissar.
“Good. Tell them to power them up before that Xenos scum dares to even think about trying to re-surface,” instructed the Commissar, and the Vox-Operator obeyed.
So what do you think? Any good? I'll try to keep a deadline of a chapter per week, but that may not be possible with other projects that I am working on.