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Posted: Mon Jan 25th, 2010 07:49 pm |
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The blaring din of battle was amplified even more by the large echoing space underneath the main highway overpass that Lord Skullhewer was caught fighting under. He and his loyal Wolf Guard had advanced into the heart of the enemy lines, but they soon found themselves beset upon by all manner of enemies and the battle had taken a turn for the worse.
Above him, intense explosions rocked the huge concrete overpass spilling crumbling debris all around him. The civilian transports the Imperials had been tasked with protecting were being blown apart by enemy combatants on the road above. One of the marines leading a pack of Sky Claw Jump Infantry called into Sven's vox unit.
"Sir! We've made it to the top of... ENEMY COMING UP THE EASTERN EDGE!", there was a shrill terror in his voice.
"Sky Claws CHARGE!", the grunting of exertion in hand to hand combat was audible through Sven's vox unit, the marine on the other end was giving the enemy hell even as the situation seemed dire.
"Sir! We've repelled... wha? MORE ENEMY MOVING UP AHEAD! Fire! Ahh!!! ENEMY ON OUR LEFT! LOOKOUT!" a loud crack could be heard over the vox and what sounded like struggled breathing through lungs full of blood. The signal died.
All around him Sven saw only his imminent death. Eldar guardians slipped skillfully past fallen comrades, Chaos marines pounded their grotesqueries into the pavement with every advancing step, and the soulless machines of the Necron race moved eerily silently through it all, firing off flashes of green lightning from their exotic weapons into the ranks of Sven's Space Wolves. Sven's large Frost Axe brought down foe after foe. He had long surpassed using the storm bolter as the enemy closed in around him, and now he was reduced to hacking away, swing after swing, upon the ever advancing enemy. The audible death throes of his pack leaders began to fill the vox unit in his ear.
"FALL BACK!" he yelled, "FALL BACK!"
But the proud Wolf Lord would not turn his back and run. The massive tactical dreadnought armor he wore instead began to take measured steps backwards as he faced the on-coming enemy in an attempt to keep them from breaching his position. Swing after swing of mighty axe blade cleaved through Eldar bone and smashed the mechanical motors of Necron Warriors. But soon his foes were nearly on top of him, overwhelming him. His Wolf Guard Bodyguard was soon seperated from him in the swirling melee. The end seemed near and Sven's defiance grew wild.
"Come and meet your death alien SCUM!!!", he howled at the top of this lungs.
Something smashed into and broke his left leg at the shin, and Sven quickly dropped to his knee. An Eldar Guardian raised his blade to deliver the killing blow, but Sven was quicker and gutted the alien with his axe blade. Turning quickly, still hobbled on the ground, he rushed the axe upward in time to catch a Necron at the waist and reduced the techno-monstrosity to two quivering halves. Something landed on his back and he felt a blade slice through his armor and enter his side. As he tried wildly to throw an elbow at where he guessed his attacker's head might be, a Necron warrior slammed into his chest, tackling him and taking Sven to the ground. A metal fist struck his head with such force that his vision blurred. An excruciating pain flashed through his right arm is it was crushed under the weight of a large mechanical foot. Tunnel vision overtook him. The unmistakable sound of Assault Cannon fire purred through the muddled chaos of sound. His life began to fade as the multiple stabbings he endured grew less and less painful. He could barely see through the fog and encroaching blackness, and his head felt as if it were sinking in a sea of blood. The shouts of his Wolf Guard brethren were barely audible when the darkness finally enveloped him fully.
Last edited on Mon Jan 25th, 2010 07:55 pm by Wolf Man
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Posted: Mon Jan 25th, 2010 08:26 pm |
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The light of a tiny star flickered far away, out in the all encompassing blackness. Or perhaps the light was very close, yet extremely small. Sven couldn't tell. He had no hands to reach out to it with. He had no legs, no arms, no chest, not even a face, or even eyes to view the light with, which made its presence all the more curious.
Sven's thoughts, which were the only other items of note among the impossibly black void, seemed to flow like a thick molases, undulating among the nothingness.
Not even time existed, although a slight rememberance of what it was still hung in Sven's amorphous thoughts. Days seemed to pass, but it could have just as readily been only seconds, then again, perhaps it was years. Still the light never moved or wavered. The far away, soft, white light just continued to flicker in a rhythmic pattern something akin to a heartbeat.
Occasionally, over the years, or seconds, Sven would be aware of subtle voices moving about inside of his thoughts. They whispered not words, but vague ideas that seemed to float through his thoughts. If he could somehow answer the whispers, he would, but he could not find the way.
Last edited on Tue Jan 26th, 2010 01:32 am by Wolf Man
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Posted: Mon Jan 25th, 2010 09:09 pm |
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The light. The gently flickering, far far away light. Surely an eternity had passed since Sven first came to rest here in the void with nothing but his cloudy thoughts and tiny, far away light.
He had come to feel that he could answer the whispers that floated into and out of his thick, flowing thoughts. Though whether the whispers could hear him or not, he wasn't sure.
The subtle voices in his thoughts seemed to express "preperation", but what this meant he had no idea. Was the light finally going to come a little closer? His thoughts wondered if the light was warm. Was he to prepare for the light to fade? Sven tried to halt the formation of that thought, but it bubbled to existance and joined the rest of the thick flowing thoughts out in the impossibly expansive and thoroughly dark void.
Then something strange began to take place. Sven's thoughts, thick and gooey as they were, began to become rigid, forming straight edges where there was nothing but a flowing liquid before. As the thoughts became more rigid, they also became more square, and then began breaking up into individual, smaller squares all lined up like the formations Sven used to oversee during his days as a military commander. Soon even the smaller squares broke into yet smaller squares. The thoughts turned a green-ish hue and began breaking from full thoughts into what might be the words that formed those thoughts, which broke down further into the letters of those words, and further and further into smaller and smaller tiny little green squares that perfectly encompassed Sven in tight and rigid order.
Suddenly a couple of the glowing green pieces of this thoughts shot off toward the small flickering white light in the distance.
kzzzzt...
The thinnest of tingling sensations moved through Sven. He hadn't actually felt anything in centuries... or whas it less than that?
More little green glowing pieces of thought broke away from their formation and hurled themselves toward the tiny white light.
Kzzzzzzzzzzt!
If Sven had teeth, he'd clench them. The slight tingle had turned to an unpleasant jolt.
Soon more and more of Sven's thoughts flung themselves toward the far away light, and as the last remaining bulk of them moved off toward their destination, Sven was hurled right along with them.
KZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!!
Sven could hear an audible scream, though the scream itself didn't sound human.
KZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!!!
Now Sven knew that the scream was his own, and the pain inflicted through him was real and greater than any he had ever experienced. A harsh metallic scream emenated from somewhere within him and produced a horrifying sound like lascannons tearing through the hull of a Land Raider, and like lascannon fire a sudden FLASH errupted around him.
"SKEAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!", Sven's metallic voice howled and came to a slow whirring stop. He seemed not to breathe, but could utter machine-like noises that might produce words.
"Where...am...I?"
He could see as well. Not much at first. But soon he could make out the red computer aided representations of a room with several strange machines around him. A somewhat familiar voice came from a Space Wolves Iron Priest standing just off to his side. Sven couldn't move.
The Iron Priest spoke reassuringly, "You are home, my Lord."
"kzzt... what has happen...zzzzt.... to... me?"
"You have been interred, Lord Skullhewer."
The Iron Priest now moved to stand in front of Sven, and he seemed somehow smaller than Sven remembered an Iron Priest to be. Much smaller in fact.
"I... zzt... I... am....dead?"
"No my Lord. You will fight again."
Last edited on Wed Jan 27th, 2010 04:04 am by Wolf Man
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