So much for laying low, you louts had to go and fuck it all up! You’re just an inconvenience at worse, and I’m gonna deal with you like one. Plowing through the rusted sheet, I have little trouble turning on the heel of my armor, the corvus suit proving nice and dexterous. Level the bolt pistol on the nearest of the grunts- oh man, he knows what’s coming alright…
And there he goes! And there goes the other! Arbites were geared to kick around children, it seems. Some of my first kills for the cause… Not much to brag about, but I shouldn’t be too surprised. Still, after spending a month in the sands I’m not gonna reject what I'm offered. Out of habit, I pull out the magazine to check the shots left- it’s clinking pretty loudly aaand
only four shots left. Damn! It’s time to be pulling out.
It reeks of blood in here. Cooked flesh. A khornate might find pleasure in this, maybe, but even in this helmet I can taste the copper. Perhaps I’m still just new to this. Whatever, focus. Need to make my exit. Just follow the conveyors… Or what’s left of them. This isn’t my work. Did they drop down some other agents too behind my back? Just keep going, I can wonder about that later. I can feel the ground quake beneath me, and while some of the other initiates might have found something satisfying in this I don’t care to accidentally break through several flights of a…Aaargh! Fuck
! I’ve been training for years and I still hate that feeling! They MUST have dropped another agent down behind my back because I can feel the warp stench on him!
Stopping in my tracks, I scan the room. Where the hell is that coming from? I’ve yet to enter the Eye but that feeling… You’d have to be an Imperial bootlick to not know that flare of warp energy. This place has taken a beating since I was last here and that was only several days back. I can investigate later, but damn, what I wouldn’t give to have all my implants by now. Just blood, meat, bone and rust. Lots of it. Everything is damn warm, so it was recent… Just rust, lots of it- it’s cumbersome and ugly. This is taking too long. Gotta keep moving. But that clawing sensation… Not going away.
I can feel it at the back of my skull. Turning around, my jaw curls into a grin as I see the source. An Imperial grub, cowering right next to where I made my entrance and absolutely saturated with terror… That power, that raw, untapped power… That’s a psyker, alright. Maybe I could leash him. Maybe. My plan went to hell this morning anyway. Why not? I halt in my tracks and point to him with my free hand- might not help that it’s covered in the pulp of one of the Arbites, but I doubt he’ll notice with all the blood everywhere as it is. This part is always the best- I love my position.
“YOU. You there, son?” I shout across the catwalks. Grubs are so ignorant of the world around them, it actually hurts a little on the inside, but they’re so fun to fuck around with. “I said son, are you there?” I take a few steps forward, the blood staining my unpainted armor. He’s not too small by citizen standards, but that look on his face and the aura he’s giving off… He ain’t gonna last too much longer on his own, and that’s for real. Will be a bone-pick for the harpies in no time. He’s covered in more blood than I am, but that look on his little face tells me all I need to know about his role in it. Absolutely quivering, eyes deadlocked on my form.
“I’m here to help, but you’re in danger.” Lies flow like honey, they do, and just as delectable.
His mouth is twitching, trying to grasp words that may or may not come… Get on with it, kid. He looks like some sort of dumb fish that hoisted itself on land. Might be fitting actually considering that warp aura he’s giving off. Hustle it! Come on! “I..I… Didn’t do- I mean I was just… You’re a space marine, you know I wouldn’t…”
Oh, by the four winds this is gonna get nowhere at this rate- Ahaha!
You arbites have your uses after all, pouring out the reinforcements on me. Lumbering oafs all of 'em, can spot them all the way from here, but I’ll play on it. Hope that kid can still process gothic through that thin skull. Probably just a few goons sent to investigate, but they’ll have more crawling up this place in no time.
“LOOK OUT!” I shout. “GET DOWN.”
Lurching forward, I thunder towards his position and push down the air with the palm of my free hand as a gesture to get the point across. Come on, moro-there we go! That look on his face, it’s practically comical!
Here come the squad of arbites… Just shotguns and a power weapon. Easy enough prey. Swing up the bolt pistol, watch for the kid’s movements… Okay, he’s not budging. Good. Only have 4 shots, make them count. If you budge and get a new breathing hole, you’ll have nobody to blame on but yourself, kid. The group moves in front of the civilian, making a sort of V formation- damn fools have no idea who they’re trying to protect. The big boy squad leader’s toting a shield, but he seems to have forgotten what marines are capable of. Power weapon might be a problem though.
They’re lining up, buckling down…. Brace yourself now…
There! Throwing my arm out to the right and locking it dead on, I fire off a bolt into the knee of the grunt on the closest right. To his credit, his armor takes the burst, but he still stumbles from shock onto one knee and lowers his shotgun.
“Fire!” the big boy roars, and I kick my footing free of the ground, lunging to my right. The shotgun blasts fill the air with a high pitched shriek and the whistle of shells, and I can feel a couple of them raze my pauldron. Landing on my forearms at the feet of the shaken arbites, I swipe my left arm out while putting all my weight on my right arm. The force sends him off his feet and I snatch up his weapon.
The head honcho is coming for me, trying to get a freebie in with me on the ground. Nope. Fumbling for a brief second with the gun all too small for my hand, I break the grip guard and mash the trigger. Quick to react, he shifts behind his shield, but the force pushes him back far enough to buy me several seconds. Pushing myself off the ground with my coiled elbow, I barrel onto my feet and plunge head first into the other right side trooper’s gun barrel. Pushing my head down, I feel the blast rip through the surface of my helmet with an ear piercing shriek and my back cramps from the blow.
I throw my free arm up, hook it on the inner side of his right arm and pull his gun free of his grip and swing it out wide. Still gripping my bolt pistol tightly, I wrap my other arm around the back of his head and give him a twirl, swinging him up in front of me just as the others fire another volley…You wound up serving me in duty before you died, ahaha.
I haphazardly push the shredded body at them and strafe to the left. The remaining three have made a smaller version of the V shape and load up. I aim for the left one’s head and let loose. First shot bangs him on the helmet, sending him stumbling out of formation. I catch him with my free arm and let him kiss the barrel of my bolt pistol before I squeeze off a shot. Should have made those helmets cover your whole face.
Fuck! The sarge swings out at me with his crackling mace and I manage to barely to stumble out of its range, but close enough to feel the energy. I fire off instinctively at his feet, pushing him back a step. One shot left. Damn. The one guy I knocked down earlier is getting up- I can’t let him do that. Can’t get surrounded. Back pedal, turn, kick him.
Stepping behind him, I push him face first into the blood-submerged floor and bring my foot down on the back of his head. Pushing down harder, I level my bolt pistol again and shoot at the head honcho’s sole surviving crony, managing to puncture his shoulder and make him yell out, but he’s still up. The grunt is still struggling underneath me, so I bring my free knee down on his back to give him some encouragement.
Bolt pistol’s empty. Useless brick, but a brick nonetheless. I rear up and hurl it at his head. Sure enough, it knocks him clear off his feet with a loud clang of metal and a subtle crunch as well. The guy underneath me has finally stopped moving. Now we can fight, officer.
I get up to my full height, towering over him. I kick the body at my feet away and step forward, purposefully feigning a lumbering position. That’s right, go for it. Big slow and clumsy, right? He charges right for me, surprised to find me quickly and lightly sidestep him- corvus armor, my misbegotten friend. They ought to teach you more about the tinier details about marines. I dart for the right and grab the utterly dazed trooper by the leg. With a pop of dislocation in his, I swing him out like a club and smack the leading officer in the side, finally sending him tumbling into the floor.
The human club starts yelling in pain now, and it’s damn irritating. Picking up the shotgun I had crudely improvised earlier, I spend my free moment from the club wielding officer by pushing the barrel into the downed man’s neck and put him down.
Suddenly I’m right down on top of his body as I feel the club go down on my back. Godammit! I can feel my suit ripple from the blow. Another blow keeps me pinned, but between surges of pain I swipe my leg out and knock my assailant off his feet, again. Rolling back, I bring my elbow down onto his chest and knock the air out of him. I scramble to my feet. He throws up his shield and I grab it by the edges, pulling him forward. He brings the weapon onto my elbow and I reel from the hit, but use the momentum to throw him off his balance.
He throws his arm back up blindly and I manage to step out of the arc, but lunge back in to grab his arm. Without much effort, I give him a twist and a squeeze, turning his arm to pulp. Before he can begin to properly scream, I coil my arm around his head and give him a violent jerk, snapping his neck. I let him drop to the ground unceremoniously.
“Still put up a better fight than I expected!” I sneer, but quickly stop- that probably didn’t reinforce the hero image I tried painting with the kid… Getting too into this, dammit. I turn back around to face him, and unsurprisingly he looks like he just saw his precious God Emperor pass a kidney stone. I rush over to him, playing it all out. I try not to take pride in the degree of show I put into my work, but…“Are you wounded, citizen?” I kneel down next to him. He looks up at me, wide eyed and quivering. “N-no sir, thank you sir. I didn’t do it! I didn’t- wouldn’t know-“ I place a hand on his shoulder, could kill him here and now if I had any reason to. “We need to go, now- you’re in grave danger.” He nods feebly. “W-where are we going? Wh-at about you?”
“Don’t panic. We’re leaving the hive.”
I can pick up the sounds and vibrations of hurried marching in the distance, coupled with the faint barking of a muffled voice.
“I said Don't panic!” I bark, and without effort throw the blubbering sod onto my back... How easy was that
? Ignorance is a mixed blessing, alright.