Okay, this has been submitted before, but due to schooling and lack of interest (also loosing the thread) I have returned with an update for this story.
Mind you, this is a rough draft and needs some extensive work, I will be trying to make updates as often as possible.
So please, enjoy my fellows
He was fucking lost. An assassin, lost. Just his luck. The rocky desert outcrops stretched from corner to corner, there was not a clearing in sight. It all looked the same to Aren, red jagged rocks with the occasional shrub scattered at random throughout the area. The sky was a dark and foreboding shade of red, mid afternoon by Aren's estimate. Lightning crackled in the distance, the result of chaos corruption.
The planet Galvor lies on the eastern fringes and had once been the site of an earlier chaos uprising. The planets local populace, farmers and crop growers, had become fascinated with the signs and prayers of the blood god, and after succumbing to his demands went on a rampage. Killing each other in an orgy of violence and bloodshed. The planet has tried to be colonised twice beforehand, both attempts have been met with failure.
He sighed and spoke into the vox, adjusting his seating as he did so, brushing some red dust from his rifle.
“This is Omega 4, target has not been spotted. Can you confirm his location command,” Aren asked, his voice rough and hard.
“Roger, the target is 4 clicks north-west of your current position. Alpha 3 is standing by in cyro status awaiting your order,”. Came the servitors reply.
“Confirmed command, out,”
Aren got to his feet and started moving towards the northern horizon. These bastards had one hell of a surprise waiting for them.
After what seemed like hours, Aren finally came into a clearing. A large mountain was his vantage point as he surveyed the open plain of dirt. The cultists had already beaten him to the site. A large, poorly constructed monument had been made out of rusted metal and wood. The shape was made from three circles or brown, almost orange metal. Combined with three rusted metal prongs sticking out of the gaps the circles made, a very rough version of the chaos god Nurgle's symbol.
He took a prone position on the ground, his camolene cloak covering his armour, blending in to the natural vegitation and enviroment, making him almost invisible. He rested the barrel of his A2 sniper rifle on the foilage and in between two massive bolders. His non-firing hand on the barrel, this assured a steady aim. He pulled back the sleave on his arm and checked his wrist mounted auspex, wind speed was the norm, higher planet gravity and lower humidity, this meaned the air was less dense, meaning higher impact and a further straighter shot.
His custom built Exitus Class sniper was one of a kind, he constructed it himself. Its gas operated system had been replaced by an antiquated bolt action system. Less moving parts provided better accuracy, at the cost of firing speed. In Arens position, this provided a better alternitive.
He sighted one figure walking amongst the rest, covered in a sickly green coloured power armour, at least two feet taller then the mass of chanting cultists he was surrounded by. He struck one unlucky person as he made his way to the middle of the corrupt symbol. Aren adjusted his scope to the distance of the trarget and gravity, a higher gravity would require his to shoot higher. Aren braced, exhaled, and fired.