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Five men stood stern in the dimly lit briefing room, dressed in military best, peaked caps rimmed with gold. There boots shined so you could see your reflection and the clothes perfectly ironed, the men shadowed into darkness by the dim glow, the black suits mearly camoflauged them more so against the black steel.

Lieutenant Commander John Tailor headed the team, a well built man, he stood six foot tall and his chest decorated with many medals. A crimson sash hung over his shoulder and a silver sabre sheathed at his side. He was tanned and wore a dusting of stubble, his face was handsome and his eyes an icey blue.

Under his command there was 2nd Lt.Winters, 2nd Lt.Angelus, 1st Lt.Jackson and Junior Captain Borealis the 2IC.

They were all members of the 22nd Orbital Marine Corp. Officers hand picked by Claudius Severios himself to serve as his iron fist in this time of need, the capital city had recently been dipped into hell and recieved a dose of anarchy. Citizens running riot in the streets. Murder, rape and looting was rife.

Claudius was an old man, merely denying the inevitable death of age. Cybernetical implants sustaining his frail body and sagging skin. His eyes bruised and darkened, bloodshot eyes inset into the governors face. The rest of his body was covered in extravegant blue robes. The imperial eagle was sewn into the back of the gown along with 'Claudius Severios, may you serve the Emperor well' along the bottom of the robe.

"Welcome men, i apologise for the...squallor we have been forced to meet in" coughed the Governor.

The men looked around at the lack of furnishings inside the room, before a 3d blue sphere flashed up into the middle of the room, the wires crackled and writhed as the energy pulsed from within. It began to rotate slowly, as it zoomed into the schematics of the city.

"You have been called here for a reason, i assume you have been told?" a creepy smile grew on Claudius' face.

The Commander stepped forward and stood to attention before saluting and speaking.
"Sir, we have only been told about the cities current status, mere snips of information nothing more"

Claudius' smile slipped from his face as he spat out his words.
"This is, its just..."
He waited a second before recollecting his thoughts and restarting his sentence.
"Commander Tailor, my apologies for the lack of data, allow me to show you in full what i need you to do, take a seat men" He pointed over to a set of metal benches hung from the wall and fiddled with the computer. The next few hours the men were fully briefed on the cities situation and what was being asked of them.

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I am really, really liking the sound of this Ste. The story line has the capacity to grow greatly, and the characters are nothing more than names and descriptions so there is plenty. I am certainly, going to keep a eye upon this thread. Please, do post up the next part

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 am really, really liking the sound of this Ste. The story line has the capacity to grow greatly, and the characters are nothing more than names and descriptions so there is plenty. I am certainly, going to keep a eye upon this thread. Please, do post up the next part
thank you dark angel pm me if you have any ideas i could use(so it doesn't spoil it for others ;) )

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Chapter 2 - Lock & LoadFully aware of the situation the team headed to the armoury to prep for the mission ahead. They were escorted through a series of damp and humid corridors, the stench of something rotten was hanging heavily in the air. They reached a huge set of manafactorium doors, the cogs and gears grinded into action, clicks and groans of the steel vibrated as the door srolled open.

They signed out there kits that had been signed into the armoury before meeting with the governor. Two Marksman rifles, 2 Assault rifles and a meltagun. JC Borealis was the assigned meltagunner, winters & Angelus were both crack shots and used the Mars pattern Marksman rifle MK VII, Jackson and Tailor both breach and clear experts, had assault rifles. Custom AR-58 assault rifles; State of the art rifles gifts from the master forges of Mars. They used similar ammunition to Boltguns used by the legendary astartes but on a smaller level. They could fire out 600 RPM and the explosive round could bust open any armour and even disable light vehicles.

The men folded the suits neatly into lockers provided and unzipped there carry bags. Shadow grey fatigues with a darker grey tiger strip, khaki webbing and black armour. They kitted up and clipped there assault vests on, lined with extra magazines and grenades the team was set.

"The governor wants us to investigate the lower hive and find out the cause of the disturbances in sector H-15. He says that the communication is down in that area and rumours of disease and sickness are strong in the upper hive" said Tailor before calmly cocking his rifle and tightening the sling.

"Sir, i thought that we were just a security measure incase the governor was attacked not his dog.." spoke Angelus violently, a look of anger and betrayal stuck to his face.

"Watch your tongue Angelus, we both got something un expected, now lets move out transports waiting" Replied the commander.

The men left the locker rooms, and walked into a huge hangar, filled with Chimera transports used by the PDF, Khaki armour and a bestial brown camoflauge, numbers of the units assigned to each vehicle were printed in clear white lettering along the turrets.

The 22nd ODM had been given a new variant of the Chimera. A quicker and better armoured vehicle, twin linked autocannons and heavy machine gun side sponsons, the transport bustling with weaponry. It was also sprayed black as not to get confused with PDF forces.

The heavy rampart lowered slowly, the hydraulics hissed and whirred as the pistons worked the rear entrance open. The five men climbed into the cramped dark space, a red light swirling in the top of the roof gave little light and the men awaited departure.

Thirty minutes passed and alls the team had experienced was an uncomfortable dark APC and little movement.

"What the hell is the driver doing!" Shouted Jackson a young over zealious officer, pale skinned and fair haired he didn't look like special forces, but if anyone made the mistake of under estimating him, it would be there last.

"Watching a porno" Laughed Borealis, his wide face heavily laden with scars and indentations of war wounds. He was bald and built like a tank, the result of steroids and addiction to the gym.

"Thats enough lads, just wai.."The commanders words cut short as the engines boomed into action and vehicle shook off into the lower levels of Tertia.

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I like it! The plot thickens, I look forward to the next instalment of this adventure

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 like it! The plot thickens, I look forward to the next instalment of this adventure
thank you dark angel you probably have a vague idea were this is going
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Chapter 3 part 1(Got cut short on time) - Into the Belly of the beastThe lower levels of Tertia were dark, grimy and eerie. The usua gang wars waged in the streets wasn't present. The noise of industrial pipes rumbling and pluming dark smoke across the lower levels. Vision without aid was no more than fifty feet. The lightless abyss that the team drove through was dead. Nothing.

"Sir. life detectors aren't picking up any life signs" Said Angelus.

"I'll check with the driver" Replied the commander as he turned around and slid open the hatch before conversing with the driver.

"He said its not been this quiet for weeks, theres something not right down here" Puzzled Tailor.

The chimera came to a sudden halt, the ramp dropped down and the driver said quickly.
"Were here, everyone out i'll be back in two days" The intercom crackled as his voice droned out

The team got out and looked around the empty streets, the buildings just mere shacks and rubble strewn across the roads. Flickering street lights, barely giving off a glow and the fires deeper into the city flashing in the darkness. Sparks floating along the smoke rifts hovering in the distance.




'More soon got cut short of time sorry C & C welcome'
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pretty good mate. nice beginnings.

good suspence from the lack of info.

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part 2


The team watched down there weapons and cautiously manoeuvred through the narrow streets of the slum. Gunk was flowing down the gutters amidst of muck and grime. The wind rattled the corrigated iron shacks and startled the men, dropping onto one knee and observing the darkness.

"Night Vision on men" commanded Tailor.

The high pitch buzz of the goggles powering up broke the silence, they continued for hours looking throughout the empty streets, they found nothing until they came across the towns square, at the top of a set of wide stairs sat a single man, preaching words of heresy, punishable by death. Behind him was the lower hives hospital. A rumbling inferno, the smell of burning flesh twisted and turned up into the sky.

"Come my brothers, come to the father, he will provide you with eternal life" Cackled the preacher. He wore dirty brown robes and his hands wrapped in bandages, the darkness of the hood masked his face.

"By the Emperor's law, your coming with us" Shouted Tailor as he walked forward, aiming his rifle dead centre on the heretic.

The man laughed before throwing off his robes to unveil the monstrosity that had taken over him, writhing maggots pulsed under his pale rotten skin, his guts and blood dripped from his bloated stomach. Puss and ooze ran out of his face. He drew a chainsword as he called for his 'father' to help him.

"You will all pay for denying father more followers!" spat the blaspheme he charged Tailor and the two snipers shot in unison, the heavy impact rounds spiralled magnificently through the air, blowing his decaying arms clean off. Black ichor and strands of flesh sprayed into the air.

"AHHKT" the preacher rolled on the floor as blood flowed from his body.

Tailor placed a round in his skull and turned around. Suddenly the men were trapped inside the square. Every street blocked off by hundreds of civilians, they were swaying and growning, jerking movements of there arms told the team something was wrong.They all coughed and vommited up, covered in dirt and blood.

"Are you ok?" Asked the commander, before one of the men looked up at him with bleeding eyes, it roared and sprinted at the men.

"Open fire! Hostiles!"Shouted John as the men began to unload accurate fire into the crowd, the cracking of sniper fire and heavy thuds from the Underslung grenade launchers quelled the assault, frags dispersing the crowds. Borealis howled as he incinerated the run aways, the intense white light from the meltagun turned the creatures to ash.

"They've got some sort of infection sir?" Spoke jackson as he inspected a corpse, the bodies that had not been struck by melta fire or blown apart by explosives began to shake aggresively on the floor and clamber back upto there feet. Then they heard a familiar voice from behind them, the preacher standing strong again, no damage to him at all. New limbs constructed of chaotic energies rippled with power.

"You thought that you could destroy fathers sons?" laughed the preacher as he once again charged the commander, turning and drawing his power sword they clashed, the ancient blue energy wrapping around Johns blade crashed against the jagged, rustic blade of Nurgle. They battled on as the rest of the teamheld off the infected with heavy fire.

"Use fire, burn them to the ground!" Yelled Borealis as he twisted side to side as to burn as many of them as he could. Incendiary grenades ignited the court yard, the creatures catching fire continued to charge before they fell to the ground and there flesh turned to a thick black goo.

The gun fight went onforafew hours, the infected barraged them constantly with wave after wave. The commander still locked in combat with the preacher of chaos, until he took advantage and gouged the beasts belly open, the monsters organs flowed out onto the floor and he yelled in agony, as tailor began a flurry of blows that ended the heretic, his blade carving through its flesh like a hot knife through butter.

"Sir ammunition is low, theres an opening , i recomend we take it!" Shouted Borealis over the roar of gun fire.

"Aye sir!" Shouted the rest of the squad.

The commander looked around at the situation, hundreds of burning corpses and a Nurgle preacher lay dead before him, charging down the main street was yet more infected. John dropped a phosporus grenade on the preacher and dragged his team into a sprint down the open alley way. turning back to suppress the enemy. Bullets bounced off the concrete roads up into the creatures.

"Down here!" The team banked right into an open flat building, running up the massive staircase, Borealis turned and opened up his melta gun across the heavy concrete stairway, melting the rock to liquid and cutting the enemy off from attack. The team were safe. For now.

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