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.
Last edited by Ste; 02-19-10 at 09:47 PM.