Thanks for the reviews, and the Rep, Nate. Here's Chapter Two, hope you like it.
Also, sorry about the short length, I can't write long chapters for some reason
. But then again, some of James Patterson's books have chapters about a quater of a page long, so I guess I'm cool.
Also, just out of curiosity, how does one earn the member awards like Seal of the Librarian
100 Years Later
Inquisitor Theodore Hakeon smiled as he unleashed a shot from his Plasma Pistol, ripping through the heart of the greenskin that was almost on top of him, causing the black Inquisitor to be covered in blood.
Watching as more xenos poured over the hill and towards their bunker, Hakeon turned to the Guardsman stationed next to him, in immediate safety behind the concrete walls. With a smile on his face, the Inquisitor stated, “Well then, this is going to be harder than expected.”
“Aye sir,” nodded Cornaz, the Steel Legion Guardsman unleashing a burst of shots from his lasgun, each of them accurate. “We’re the last two left, sir.”
Looking at the fallen guardsmen of the Steel Legion surrounding him in the small bunker, Hakeon knew this to be the truth. He couldn’t see any other Steel Legionnaires fighting elsewhere, and judging by the static on the vox, everybody else was dead.... Commissar Thengel, Colonel Huos, the arrogant commander of a Leman Russ, known only as Raven, and thousands more besides.
‘All dead,’ cursed Hakeon silently, ‘Damn them.’
“Where are our reinforcements?” shouted Cornaz angrily, the loss of his entire regiment being too much to bear. “These astartes are sure taking their fekking time!”
“They’ll get here,” promised Hakeon. “They’ve got to.”
“What Chapter are they, Inquisitor?” Cornaz questioned, with a frown. “You never said, sir.”
“Colonel Huos didn’t tell you?” asked Hakeon with a frown, looking across what had once been a wonderful agri-world.
“He didn’t tell anybody sir,” informed Cornaz, ducking to avoid a surprisingly accurate spray of Ork fire which flew harmlessly off the protected bunker. “Wouldn’t answer any questions, sir.”
“Well, Cornaz, in these circumstances, I think I should probably tell you,” smiled Hakeon. “It’s the Blood Angels, the scions of Sanguinius.”
“Forgive me sir, but aren’t they a cursed chapter?” asked Cornaz curiously. “I’ve heard talk amongst the men who served with them on Armageddon that they have this sort of group... this group of dammed men, sir. Actually sir, Comment withdrawn, sir.”
Seeing the frightened look on Cornaz’s face, Hakeon responded, after he had brought down two greenskins with his Plasma Pistol. “Good thinking, I won’t execute you for withdrawing your comment, Cornaz, I’m not a Commissar, you know. Also, Cornaz?”
“Yes, sir?” Cornaz asked, bringing down another Ork with his lasgun, and wiped sweat from his face.
“Don’t call me sir anymore. I’m promoting you to part of my routine, because of your exceptional services in the field, and your regiment has been crushed.” Hakeon explained with a smile. “If we survive this, you’re no longer a Guardsman – remember that. Another reason why I’m not asking you to call me sir is because it gets annoying.”
“Yes sir,” nodded Cornaz with a smile, and realised his mistake. “Sorry, I meant, Yes Hakeon.” Then, Cornaz yelled, “For the Emperor!” and unleashed a torrent of fire, most shots accurate, some not.
But they kept coming, and nothing would be enough to stop them. Hakeon was surprised that they hadn’t called upon their crude tanks, which he knew that the xenos had. Maybe, they were holding them back – or maybe, they had been destroyed.
Hopefully, it was the latter. Hakeon didn’t want a surprise today. Well, of course, that depended on the surprise.
“What’s that, s- Hakeon?" questioned Cornaz, hearing something soaring through the skies.
“Salvation,” smiled Hakeon with a grin. “Even though they may be a cursed Chapter, the Blood Angels are one of the Emperor’s Finest, Cornaz. And there’s only one thing we can do now.”
“What’s that, Hakeon?” asked Cornaz, curiously, although, thanks to the wide smile on his face, the Inquisitor could tell Cornaz knew what was coming next.
“By the Emperor, we take the fight to them,” Hakeon snarled. “We will avenge the 166th.”
“Aye,” Cornaz remarked, and hurled himself out of the bunker to meet the greenskins along with Hakeon as the first Drop Pods hit the planet of Callern, unleashing their deadly cargo of adeptus astartes.
TO. BE. CONTINUED.