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Boarding Action (A Story)
« on: April 20, 2005, 08:44:31 AM »
Prologue:
Sergeant major Gran Hakker wiped the accumulated blood, sweat and engine grease from his forehead and looked down the red-lit corridor before him, the walls were daubed with chaotic runes and symbols drawn in blood. He tossed aside the empty cartridge of his bolt pistol and loaded in a new one, then he signaled to his men to advance. They had been aboard the corrupted vessel for three hours now, fighting their way to the bridge, and had nearly reached their goal. Ahead the dank corridor opened into a large circular room, with row of elevators at the far end, in the middle however were a cluster of boxes and crates. Suddenly, a group of cultists brandishing autoguns, with the eight-pointed star of chaos cut into their scalp, lept up from behind the barricade and opened fire. Hakker went down with a yell as a round entered his left eye and he crashed to the floor. His men opened fire, their autoguns adding to the cachophany of noise in the confined space. One of his men lept foward, flamer at the ready, and sent a jet of holy fire roaring over the barricade. The screams of the burning heretics rose from behind the debris as the Emperors flames clensed them.

His corporal, Rawke, helped him to his feet, and attempted to apply a bandage to his eye. Gran slapped his hand away, "I'm fine," he siad gruffly. "Thats funny sir." said Rawke, "You don't look it." Hakker grinned and made his way to the largest elevator. "Heres our ticket to the bridge lads." he said with a rakish grin. They moved quickly into the lift, Gran pushed the button for the bridge and his men began to reload their guns and the man with the flamer screwed in another cannister of blessed promethium. They arrved on the level, and Hakker pressed the button to keep the doors closed. "Are we all ready?" he aked his men, "Cause this is gonna' be intense."
"We'd follow you into the Eye of Terror sir." Said Rawke, the men behind him echoed similar sentiments. "Well if we don't stop this ship, that may very well be what you end up doing." he said with a grin. "Lets get those scum."

He slammed the open button, and his men stormed onto the bridge of the corrupted vessel, mutated servitors and crewmen spun around in shock, eyes wide. "Fire!" roared Gran. And his men did so, a hail of gunfire ripped accross the bridge, cutting down hertics and mutants left, right and centre. When it came time to reload however, the counter-attack came, blade-handed servitors and scythe-clawed mutants ran at them from all sides, the dropped their guns, and grabbed the knives, blades and chainswords at their hips. Hakker swung his sword in a perfect arc, straight through the head of a tentacled monster, slicing off everything above the lower jaw, this did not appear to impede the beast, but a depleted deuterium round from his bolt pistol into its heart did.

The fight continued, but for every mutant felled, two more seemed to appear, and when they had killed all the monsters, only Gran, Rawke and two others remained. They strode to the captains pulpit, where the traitor captain stood, hands behind his back, the very picture of calm. Hakker spoke "Captain Scolar Visari?" the heretic nodded imperiously. "I am placing you under arrest in the name of the most holy Emperor for the crimes of treason and heresy. You will return to our vessel with us, where you will be subsequently transported to Nemesis Tessera for interrogation and subsequent execution. Will you comply?"
"Never." the heretical captain snarled, then he lept foward with frightening speed, drawing a serrated blade from the scabard t his side, however he stopped when he felt the cold steel of Hakkers pistol against his forehead. "One last chance traitor. Will you comply?" the heretic's answer was a wordless snarl as he lunged foward. He was stopped again, but this time by a mass-reactive armour-piercing bolt surging through his brain. Hakker closed his remaining eye as a spray of gore washed over his face. then he sighed, why do they always choose the hard way he thought, looking down at the now headless Scolar Visari. "This gran to Saint Argentine threat has been removed, the heretic is dead, get me out of this festering pile of dung."
Seconds later a teleport beam enveloped him and his men and pulled them back to the ship before a wave of missile and gunfire blasted the corrupted vessel into oblivian.

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Re: Boarding Action (A Story)
« Reply #1 on: April 20, 2005, 07:58:51 PM »
cool Are you going to post more?(seeing as its the proluge :D)
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Re: Boarding Action (A Story)
« Reply #2 on: April 20, 2005, 09:23:04 PM »
No, I guess I'll just stop here ;) There will definately be more.

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Re: Boarding Action (A Story)
« Reply #3 on: April 21, 2005, 08:20:35 AM »
I said there'd be more, and here it is.

Chapter One: Warpbreak.

On the fringes of the Hyraphur system, a miniature second sun suddenly blossomed i the vacuum of space, its light outshining that of the real star at the far distant centre of the system. Waves of energy cascaded out of the extr-dimensional breach as a three-kilometre long metal leviathan ripped it's way back into the noraml universe, it's shields straining at near-overload point to withstand the terrible energies surging around it. His Divine Majesties ship Penitant Angel had made warpbreak.

Around it burnt out hulks of spacecaft littered the void, while ships battled amoungst the ruins. On the bridge, Flag-Captain Gran Hakker issued orders rapidly. "Mr Semper I want our shields back to full strength." he barely puased for the acknowledgement of the command before proceding to the next, "Mr Nyder, I want all torpedo launchers loaded and ready. Mr Heller, full speed ahead and ninety degrees starboard if you please."
The new heading brought the Dictator Class cruiser directly behind a chaos warship firing on a group of fleeing escort craft. "Mr Nyder, torpedo up his engine if it's not too much trouble."
"Roger that captain." said his Master of Arms with a slight smile. Seconds after the order was relayed to the torpedo room, two projectiles sped away from the nose ports on th vessel and slammed into the corrupted vessels stern, one making it's way up an engine pipe and detonating inside, a ball of fire ripped out of the ship as it was broken almost in two by the explosion. Idiot captain must have diverted all power to his weapons, they never expect a rear attack.

Then the ship rocked as a line of gunfire raked across its port side, Gran cursed himself, he had not been paying enough attention to his surroundings. "Divert extra power to the port shields and return fire!" he yelled, his commands were obeyed franticly as another wave of gunfire rolled over them. "Shields stable and holding Captain." said Semper.
"Return fire ready on your command Captain." came Nyder's voice.
"Fire." said the captain. A hail of shells and missiles burst forth from the artillery batteries on the port flank, raining down on the enemy vessel. Suddenly an alert sounded. "Captain, we have an enemy vessel comming up on our rear side!"
Gran was stunned, he had made the same mistake as the previous ship, focusing too intently on one target, and he was about to pay the price for it. "Brace for impact!" he yelled, but the impact never came. In stead a flare of light blossomed from inside the ship behind them, and it's bridge exploded as a lance weapon punched straight through it.
"Looked like you could use a hand Captain Hakker." a voice crackled over the vox units on the bridge.
"Captain Marcelus, it's good to see you again. If you'll excuse me, I have a ship to destroy."
"Of course." came the reply.   
 

 


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