Deceits of the Deceiver, Rebirth of the Believer
February 3rd, 2006 by ApocolypticaChapter 5 (cont’d) - As the space battle raged, the Necron ships continued to take casualties, they were down by 63%, however they were by no means defeated, for those ships that had been torn apart tried to reconnect and get back to the fight. The Tomb ship had taken orbit above the planet and had begun taking pop shots at anything that got in range. Just out of engagement range, the Black Stone Fortress had finally gotten its sub-light engines back online and had begun to power up its systems. Sindri was determined to make those bastards pay for what they had done; he was for the moment down, but not out! “Status Repot!” he demanded from the crew servitors. “Power output at 37%, decompression in decks 5k3-3k0, fires reported on most decks, lances 1-4 are off line, and the!” “Can we move damn it?!?” raged Sindri, “yes my lord” “good then power up the engines I wan!” suddenly Klaxon counters began to blare, however they were not damage klaxons, they were warp scanners, something was coming out of the warp, it was definitely human, that he could tell just by looking at the screen.
He watched through the view screen as a large hole in space opened, arcs of psker energies and power fluxed out like lightning. For the second time in less then an hour space shone with light as the new arrivals speed out of the warp and entered real space. However Sindri noticed with confusion, the light coming out of the warp was not its normal color. It was however not the eerie green that preceded the Necron intruders. This time the light was pure somehow, it was bright like the light of a white dwarf star, and it felt like it was piercing his soul just looking at it. He turned his eyes away from the painful light. While his eyes were turned, two ships were spat from the warp and less then a moment later the warp rift closed. With the light no longer shining, Sindri turned back to the view screen and blinked as he waited for his eyes to re-adjust themselves. Before he could even see the screen, he heard the klaxons going off again. “Hostiles my lord, Imperial Gothic class Battleships, ID confirmed, its The Helbrecht and The Grimaldious”! announced the servitor in the same monotonous voice in which it said everything else. Sindri’s eyes went wide with shock and horror “What the Black Templar?!? What the hell is going on? Why are the Space Marines here!?!?!?” he cried in rage, as the two Imperial ships speed up to attack speed launching their fighter screens. Marshal Victor Gazed over the tactical holo-sphere. From the one of the consoles aboard the bridge of The Helbrecht a tactical servitor was voicing the information displayed on its terminal, “Lord Marshal, all fighters have been launched, orders sir?”. A grin crossed over Victors face, he did not know exactly why, but for some reason he got such great pleasure out of mercilessly killing the archenemies forces. Whatever it was about his personality that caused such joy from such a task, he was feeling it again, and was sure that so were his men. “Fire at will, kill the Stone first, all lances concentrate on the center, torpedo tubes on decks 1-50 launch!”. Only moments after issuing the order he could feel the main lances firing and knew without even looking out of the view screen that all the secondary lances were firing as well. He saw the bright blue beams of energy as they raced forwards and struck home right in the center of the fortress. He could see the bright flames of the torpedoes and their lingering smoke trail as they to raced after the enemy ship, and the much smaller streaks from the multitude of hellfire rockets racing after their larger cousins. As the torpedoes smacked home, Victor saw with great pleasure that one of the arms jutting from the main body of the fortress had been blown off and had begun to slowly drift away form where it was once attached, sputtering flame and debris from the severed end, and unbeknownst to Victor, bodies, thousands of them those with vacuum suites on floated of into space to die from asphyxiation. Those without floated off and died much sooner, some who had a suite but no helmet froze to death while their eyes bleed, and lungs collapsed, those in just normal dress were torn apart as the pressure inside their bodies exploded out of their skin and organs into the vacuum of space. Those who were not sucked out were able to give thanks to the dark gods they worshiped, before only moments later a hail of hellfire rockets impacted the fragmented piece of the once great fortress and caused the entire broken off section to explode. Victor realized that his grin was getting bigger, however despite the pleasure it brought him he knew he had to end it. Turning to his second he gave the order “launch “The Needle”, lethal dose ordinance”. “Lethal dose aye sir” responded his second, he turned to the vox horn and flipped the speaker switch, “missile battery, fire lethal dose caliber needle”. Without even a word, the missile room complied, on the top of the ship; a silo hatch slid back, out of it a missile nearly 30 meters long shot out of its tube and began on a course towards the battered enemy. Less then 30 seconds later the “needle” stuck home, right in the middle of the fortress, its nose cone was made of solid adamantine steel, and makes up the first 12 meters of the rocket. As the tip began to deform, the momentum carried it into the enemy vessel, the nose cone doing its job splendidly, allowing the entire missile to penetrate the hull, once inside, it exploded, with the power of 50, 300 megaton nuclear warheads, the once unstoppable fortress was vaporized, leaving only debris and small chunks floating in space. The way now cleared, the two ships made top speed and proceeded to the planet.
All around the planet alarms were going off warning of the coming attack. However, one city on the planet, Hive Kortchack (pronunciation: court- check) more then any other, was already well aware of what was going on. Sirens blared as the enemy began to make land fall. Blockades were decimated as the falling ships launched volleys of fire at the targets on the ground before they fell below the line of skyscrapers. From the ground, the sky looked black, the lights of the space battle above backlighting the fast approaching vessels. All over the Hive, the sky was also being filled with tracer fire, if it were not so terrible, it would seem like fireworks, the streams of light from the ground, the fireballs that resulted when they struck a troopship. With all the alarms and the commotion, no one noticed the spry, shadowy figure leaping across the rooftops and dashing down the alleys as she did her reconnaissance with dexterity that should not be possible for. In a matter of minutes she knew all she needed to know. On her way back however, she was spotted by a single guard, running to man his post. Before he could even get one shot off, she had put a round clean through his right eye, and re-holstered he weapon before he even hit the ground. With an almost animal grace, she dove into a small crack in a ceiling that most would have had trouble with just going slow, and landed on her feet at the top of a large case of stairs, bounding down 4, and 5 steps at a time, without making a sound, the assassin reached the base of the steps. Here, she stood up right and walked towards a large sliding metal door, all the while removing her weapon from its harness deep in the recesses of her cloak. She taped gently on the door and less then a moment later a deep raspy voice spoke out from behind the door. “Whose there?” the voice croaked out, it was a voice that would inspire terror to any who heard it on a dark night had they not known the person whom that voice belonged to. The assassin responded in a voice that was absolutely beautiful in its own right, it inspired both love, and horror towards the owner of that voice, “The moderator”. She could hear one of the locks on the other side of the door being removed, she then opened her mouth again and asked, “Who wants to know?”. In response the raspy voice responded “The Instigator”. Moments after, she heard the second lock fall away and the door open. She entered and shut the door behind her. She was now engulfed in total darkens, as she holstered her weapon, the dim lights from under the door glinting off the metal. “Its time, lets go hunt!” she said, as she holstered he gunblades and loaded her belts with more ammunition. From the corner of the room, Salem could see a large toothy grin forming from under the hooded cloak as the figure finished holstering its dual bolt pistols in its robes, and reached out a boney, scabby hand to pick up a large wicked looking scythe that was leaning against the wall next to him. With the other hand he ran his long almost rotting finger along the blade of his scythe, the toothy grin still prominently displayed on his face. Jarody turned to Salem as he licked the blood off his thumb, very slowly. “Let’s hunt” he said, and without any further words they were off, shadows moving through the shadows towards the sound of heavier
gunfire.
The dropship shuddered violently, and Apocolyptica knew that it meant that is was just about to touch down. Up until that point, he had been the only one active in the large completely dark cargo area of the ship, but it did not matter how dark or light it was, his eyes automatically adjusted to the light to allow him to see perfectly no matter what the lighting conditions. As he sat with only his thoughts one thing was on his mind, why could they not have teleported to the surface? The technology was perfect, it did not even need a beacon in order to arrive right on target, he himself could do it alone, without needing an orbiting ship to do it for him. So why then did they need to use these ships, which had not been used since!he couldn’t remember. He could not remember a time when he had been riding these things. Then he saw it again, that vision of the field, only this time it was different. He was standing and staring up at the sky. All around him there were structures burning, crops and people alike all being consumed. He was surrounded by flames, the entire field was burning. And up in the sky, were these large black ships moving away from him. Through the flames he saw a figure walking towards him, a tall humanoid figure walking through the flames unfazed by the inferno. And then as it began to enter the small clearing in which he was standing, he snapped to. The ship had bucked and the other Necrons stood waiting for his lead. He got up and walked to the door, silently the door opened slightly and then dropped open quickly. Apocolyptica flinched back as a solid slug round hit him amid rift. He reached his hand to his midriff and pealed a flattened out bullet of his armor, and chucked it aside. He thumbed the control switch of his staff of light. The blade began to pulse with energy and glow a brilliant green. His power claw also began to charge. The air around it began to become hazy as the power field around it began to ionize the air. He aimed is staff at the man who had shot him. He was standing in the middle of a courtyard his gun limp in his hands. Behind the grotesque mask covering his face was an expression of horror at what he was witnessing. The rest of his platoon was scattered behind a makeshift barricade further back behind their comrade. The staff shot hit the man in the chest, burning through his armor with ease as, when it impacted his flesh, his entire body began to burn with a green flame similar to newspaper ink being burned. His flesh was burned away in a matter of moments, but the scream he let out before he died was blood curling. The shriek continued right up to the point that the man’s lungs were burned away and his throat burst, as the heat of the flame caused to the water in the cells to instantly evaporate and burst from inside the very cells they had up to that point kept alive. As his corpse fell to the ground, the rest of his comrades turned from there cover and began to run. The rest of the Necron warriors delving out to each of them the same fate that had befallen their comrade. They continued to fire unmercifully into them on full auto, the gauss rifles distributing indiscriminant death to all those who had been in their way. As Apocolyptica walked down the ramp, 4 Necron wraiths released themselves from the sides of the ship and glided off to join Apocolyptica and the other warriors, already on their way towards the center of the city. On the other side of the hive, a 10 man squad of men stood guard at a checkpoint. As they held position, the watch guard announced that there was someone coming up the road. The sergeant stood up from where he had been sitting on a pile of collapsed rubble, and walked towards the barricade. There he could see it to. A single figure walking towards them, “take aim” he bellowed and his men obliged. “Identify yourself, or we will open fire” he yelled towards the figure. The figure just kept coming. The sergeant picked up a sniper rifle and began to take aim. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you” said a voice from the shadows of where he had been sitting moments before. He assumed it was just one of his men. Without turning he responded, “what are you talking about?!?” he grumbled. “I mean that’s not a good idea” said the voice. The sergeant disregarded what he was saying. He continued to take aim. He could see the figure clearly now, it was a female, his first thought was that she was beautiful. His second thought was that those blades she had in her hands looked wicked. He yelled out one more warning, and when she continued to approach, he fired a shot next to her. She stopped dead, the bullet having just flown within inches of her head. “Oh shit dude, I would definitely not have done that, you are screwed”, and the voice began to laugh. He lowered the weapon to turn and look at the source, about to yell at the man. But instead of seeing a man, he saw an unholy figure sitting where he had been before not more then 5 minutes ago, cleaning what appeared to be a scythe covered in blood. He looked around and saw that his entire squad had been killed. As he turned back towards the woman, he felt a twinge on his neck, as Salem’s blade sliced cleanly through his neck. His eyes went wide as his head fell off his body at the top of the neck. As he fell Jarody stood up and walked over to the bodies as Salem cleaned off her blade. She stared at him as she began to strip off the clothes of the men and began placing them in very wrong positions. “What are you doing” she asked. “What its funny and you know it!” he exclaimed as he finished putting the sergeant in a particularly bad position making full use of the severed neck. “Ok now we can go” he said after taking several pictures. Salem rolled her eyes as the two of them walked off down the road as Jarody continued to laugh hysterically.