Truth
November 15th, 2005 by ApocolypticaChapter 4 – After what had seemed like hours Apocolyptica stood up and looked around him. He tried to remember what had happened to him. He was in a fight of some kind but could not remember the details. He concluded to himself that that would have to wait, the real question was where he was and what the hell had happened to his body?!? As he surveyed the area around him he discovered that he was in a field, as far as the eye could see, with a small village to the east. After feeling comfortable that there were no immediate threats in the area, he decided to move on to more pressing maters. His body was different, he touched his hands and arms, they were soft and fleshy. The rest of his body was the same as well. Yet despite the fact that he had somehow become a “bio” (bio is a translation for the Necron word which means any kind of biological being) he did not panic, in fact he felt quite good in such a form.
It was as if this was the body he was supposed to have and that his real metal body was a fake or not his own. An impact exploded next to the town. Another, then another, the streaks of smoke leading back into the sky where nothing could be seen save for a ship of unimaginable size, dark and menacing. The field he realized was now ablaze, and the townspeople were fleeing for their lives while humanoid shadows walked through the flames gunning down the fleeing citizens. He saw a woman, she was older, in her 60’s, and she was running for her life. The shadows shot her in the back their shadowed beams, bursting through her chest as she fell to her knees, a look of shock and sadness in her eyes, he stepped back when he realized that she was looking at him, a look of sorrow in her eyes. He knew her somehow, but could not know how nor could he recall who she actually was or why he cared, yet he was filled with rage, hatred towards those shadows, he wanted to kill them all with his bare hands. He started towards them. A shot tore through his shoulder; he fell to the ground bleeding from the gapping wound. A figure walked over, still shrouded in shadows, it reached down towards him and then! he woke up.
He sat bolt upright, the images of that!thing fading almost instantly. As his sensors began to come back online, he remembered where he was and what he was doing. He remembered with a start, the melta blast, the marine and, Cain. He looked at the pile of twisted metal that lay before him, heaps of metal that had melted and cooled in short time creating amonument of limbs and undistinguishable blobs which had all once made up the body of his best friend and battle brother. He began to have what had once been described to him as feelings. First came one which made him feel pain, though he was not injured, then came one which made him want to kill and destroy anyone or anything which got in his way. The images of the dream flooding back into his mind. A sound from behind him turned his attention back the marine. Its suits resuscitator had finally been successful in reviving him, Apocolyptica walked up to the marine, placed his foot on its head. He put a little pressure on it, the skull began to crack, and the marine cried out in pain. A grin spread across Apocolyptica’s face, he pressed down had on his foot, the marine cried out again and stopped suddenly as his superhuman skull finally gave in to the pressure and was crushed, his brain mater spilling out through the new opening made in the top of his head by the fragments of skull. Apocolyptica walked over and bent down to retrieve his staff from where it lye. As he stood up he turned again to face the marine. His grin grew wider, “so, this is rage?” he spoke to the dead marine “I like it”. He walked on down the ally. He switched on his radio “Warriors sit rep.” he spoke into the device. His built in H.U.D (heads up display) flashed and pulled up the relevant information. He examined the information, the casualty pile was increasing at a steady rate, and most he realized were tomb fighters and scythe ships (both air based fighter craft). He noticed to that the ground forces were fighting a new contact. He realized with dismay that it was Chaos Marines, an entire legion of them, and they were not just killing necrons, they were killing everything, civilian and armed forces alike. His attention was caught by a flashing rune on the H.U.D. he selected it and found himself smiling again, the target had been found. “All units return to the ship, we have what we were looking for” he voxed “prepare for jump and purge, this chaos infestation is to greatly spread, and they must not reach Necromunda”.
Larkin fired his assault cannons again and watched another of those strange ships burst into flames and crash into another of its fellows. He glanced at it kill counter and saw it notch up another two kills to his sum total. He saw his score display. 238 kills already and the skies were still swarming with the bloody things. He had long since expended all his seekers, and hellfire rockets. He glanced at his weapons display, 750 rounds left for the cannons, after that all he had was his 50 cal. His wingman flew up next to him waved. His headset crackled “hey Ahab what’s the score?” asked his wingman. He glanced back at the screen, “238 how about you Nemo?” His wingman never got to respond as one of those beams of light tore his ship to pieces. He looked back out the window and saw the enemy ascending back into the clouds. He followed pushing the engines to their maximum. He opened fire blindly into the air. The sky above him shone an unnatural green. Through the clouds, a beam of light engulfed him, but it was more transparent, not solid looking like that of the enemy’s weapons. He realized what was happening. With a grin he pushed even harder firing his cannons and his 50’s at the same time randomly, gracious to see the wreckage of more ships fall from the sky. As the light around him began to solidify and become more and more like those terrible weapons, he glanced one last time at his kill counter and laughed, “look at that 253 a new record” he spoke for the last time. In an instant he was gone and so was his ship, completely destroyed to the point that there was not even any wreckage. Instantaneously the ground of the planet ruptured and began to burn, a flame spread across the entire planet. The force caused the core to become unstable. In less then 60 seconds, the entire planet was covered in molten rock. Not even the mountains were left, the ozone burned away and a black cloud covered the entire planet, nothing was left alive. At the same time, a rip in the warp opened and the tomb ship slipped into the void.