The Undying foe
Well here it is, the story about the Scythes Of Faith chapter. Will they survive, or are they doomed? All feed back is wanted!
The whining scream of bolter shells and gauss blasts was all-consuming, a constant presence that drowned out most sound. Virgil Naigok ducked for cover as the pyramid fired a flashing green beam of damnation against his position.
Over the various comm-channels, a hundred different war cries and prayers were repeated again and again, and in the background explosions and plasma shots screamed.
A flurry of bolt shells thundered over his head, hitting the advancing machines before him with little effect. They did always rise up again, no mater what was thrown at them. Virgil fired his bolt pistol at the advancing battle lines and shot one of them down.
That done, he dropped to a crouch behind the ruined wall as the combat squad formed around him, snapping off shots at any target that presented itself and surveying the battle situation. The truth was that the battle was already half lost; they had been ambushed and their heavy armory had been destroyed in the blink of an eye. The situation was not getting any better by the fact that the captain was dead and he was the only survivor of the command squad.
"Have you got the banner?" he asked the sergeant.
"Yes, but it is in bad shape!" the sergeant responded.
Virgil surveyed the battlefield from were he stood and pointed at an bridge a few hundred meters away.
"We should be able to get away over that bridge! Get the wounded away from here with the banner! We will try to buy you some time! Give me your chain sword!"
The sergeant nodded and gave Virgil his chainsword in the exchange for his pistol.
"Now go! Squad, follow me!" Virgil shouted with a roar.
Fury ran hot in his veins– he was going to avenge his fallen brothers and redeem his honor.
One last survey over the field and he rose up from his crouch, his chainswod in the air. He roared as he charged against the foul machines, his brothers following him with a roar. He ran into the first warrior pushing it of its feet and flatening its head with the bottom of his armored boot. His chainsword roared and sparks flew as it bit into the next machines metal body, but the machine did not care about it and hit back. Sidestepping with the strike to avoid the machines blow, a heavy overhead that threw up dust in the air, Virgil drew his knife and pressed it onto the chest of the machine before he crushed the machines head with a decisive blow from his armored gauntlet. Around him machines and brother marines engaged each other in close combat. Some of them were successful, where others were not, and were swiftly killed or flayed alive, but no one of the brother marines flinched.
Not so far away sergeant Loctus led the wounded through the gap in the machine warriors line in the direction to the bridge. Brother Bractas carried the banner in his right hand and his bolter in his left one, firing simultaneously as he went. His brothers gripped their weapons even harder and once again they charged the foul machines to draw their fire away from the ones that making their way to the bridge. There was a flash of green and Virgil flew through the air and fell hard to the ground. One of the pyramids had fired he told himself watching the carnage. Astartes were laying on the ground everywhere and more were added to the number of fallen for every passing moment. They would not last for long, and he knew it. He rose from the ground and picked up a boltgun.
"For the Emperor!" he roared and charged into the fray once again.
Getting to grips with them, he took the first with a cut to the head, splitting it’s skull like a ripe melon as he hosed one more with the last shells of his magazine. Throwing the gun away, he took his blade two-handed and laid about him with heavy blows, opening wounds on whoever ventured near and reducing weapons to worthless lumps.
It began to dawn on him that, for all his fury he wasn’t having much effect on the machines, and as he redoubled his efforts the worm of doubt crept into his mind. He quashed it with a silent prayer.
"Go for the bridge!" he shouted to the few survivors still standing and they quickly disengaged and ran for it.
What is your status sergeant?" he asked over the com-link, beating down another machine simultaneously.
"We got over the bridge and have regrouped with an armored convoy! An Rhino APC is on the way to pick you up. Meet us at the Space Port, we need to report this to the rest of the chapter! Loctus responded over the chatter.
When the Rhino arrived it barely slowed for him, leaving him to leap aboard hastily. Gathering himself in the Rhino’s doorway, he glanced around, getting an picture about how many they lost in just a few minutes. They were all badly mauled, but there was nothing he really could do here, as he had lost most of his medical equipment on the battle field. "Calm yourself, the machines wont catch us" the driver told them.
The drivers words had a visible effect, as his brothers settled back into their seats grudgingly, praying for their fallen brothers.
"Only in death does duty end" he told himself, remembering all the fallen.
Last edited by Doelago; 03-13-10 at 09:27 AM.