Revelation
October 12th, 2005 by ApocolypticaChapter 3 – “What the hell” groged a tired and very annoyed voice “ALL LIGHTNING PIOLETS REPORT TO YOUR PLANES, INBOUND FIGHTERS” the voice rang crisp in the large barracks and Captain Halen Larkin snapped to awareness. He jumped out of bed and rushed towards the fighter bay the rest of his squadron already prepping their own craft. As he climbed into the cockpit, just like every time before that, he checked his weapons, admiring the pure power of the crafts dual assault cannons as well as checking the primers on his under wing missiles. Once he was satisfied he claimed in his fighter and closed the hatch. he put on his vox caster and started up his onboard computer with his own custom kill count program (one of many modifications he had made to his fighter, however one of the more pointless in battle, next to the custom refrigerator which he kept under his seat, which he constantly kept feed with cold beers via a belt feed (if questioned on that however, his opinion was slightly different as to what defines important).
“Tower this is Ahab, cc (crazy captains, an infamous squadron, each pilots call sign was the name of a crazy or demented captain from times of old, and each had the image of their call sign panted on their own fighters) squad ready to take off” he voxed into his mike while using his hands to open a particularly stubborn beer. “Ahab this is tower you are clear for take off, good hunting guys”. Larkin braced himself after chugging the last of his drink and loading it into another of his modified creations (it was rumored that it was designed to be fired at other enemies, though again, pointless device. he was pushed back into his seat as the craft raced forward out of the launch tubes, the speed they were going at would have liquefied him had it not been for inertial dampeners (standard) which reduced the force on his body, but not enough to make it go away completely. as they exited their tubes, the fighters returned control to their pilots and began to speed off through the sky towards the coming threat.
“search the city, leave none alive, call me when you find the target” the 12 wraths flew off phasing through walls as if they were not there to obey as silently as ever, leaving apocolyptica alone save for the two flayed ones and a single pariah. Unlike most necrons, this pariah was the only one of its kind; it had, like Apocolpytica, a free will. “Let us begin the search”. “of course my lord”, although Cain had a free will he still felt it was his duty to serve his lord like his necron brethren, despite being offered freedom. Because of this he was one of very few beings which were friends with Apocolyptica, however in battle conditions, Cain thought only about the mission and acted thus despite having fought along side his master for centuries. The group marched on; they stopped however when they heard a thump as the two flayed ones fell to the ground, just before a second bolt round to each exploded in the open cavity in the chest, destroying the body to the point that it was irreparable. Apocolyptica turned just in time to duck the swing of the massive power sword. Cain was not as lucky as the gigantic brute shoved this massive power maul through his mid section. His body fell to the ground with a loud clatter. Apocolyptica rolled away to the other side of the ally. The gigantic chaos marine stood up straight and turned its head to look directly at Apocolyptica, fully erect it now stood 6 meters tall, its blood red armor scared with cracks and unholy markings. It rushed at him with speed that something that big and bulky should not have been able to reach as it rushed on it yelled in a deep voice “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!” It swung its large glowing blade down towards him, reflexively he moved his staff blade to block, sparks flew and the air cracked where the blades met, their power fields which surrounded each trying to overcome the other as their owners pushed on them even harder. The Chaos marine, intent on making this blow eviscerate his opponent, had forgotten about his power maul still clutched in his other hand, to lost in blood lust. Apocolyptica had not forgotten however, he jabbed with his power claw, forcing the blades on each tip into the arm, piercing the armor; he pulled, tearing the entire arm of at the shoulder. The marine fought on unfazed. Apocolyptica pulled the still glowing power maul out of the limp hand and swung, the powerful thing tore through the beast’s chest ripping out a large chuck of armor and flesh alike. The marine faltered slightly, but it was enough, apocolyptica kicked him midriff, pushing him back, he then swung his blade severing the marine in two. It dropped, and laid there limp. Apocolyptica turned and began to walk back towards his ship dropping the maul as he went. He turned however at the sound of armor scrapping the concrete, he barely had time to look surprised as the marine took aim with a melta gun and fired, the superheated plasma air struck the necron midriff completely destroying the body completely, the marine expired just after from bleeding.