Hello fellow slayers of man, scourge of the imperium, follower of chaos!
I am really sorry about the long silence of this thread. Due to a long lasting Warpstorm (called real life) I was unable to continue my Iron Hulks. As an apology I will present you another story and vow to attend the Call of Chaos… as soon as I decided which units I will take
So her is the story:
Time: During the Siege of Olympia
Where: Space somewhere near Olympia
Slowly he opened his eye. Why could he only open one eye? He reached with his hand to his face to search for the reason of his half sight. He was glad when he noticed that the left half of his face was just too swollen as that he could open his eye. But why was it so swollen?
He scrambled up and stood finally on his shaggy feet. As his hearing came back like when you dive up from deep waters, he noticed that he wasn’t able to hear anything until a moment ago. With his good eye he saw the bridge of a space ship. But there was no sign of the organized and busy atmosphere that was common for an Astartes ship. Some of the consoles stood aflame, pipes and wires dangled from the roof and cogitators spurted sparks and everywhere lay bodies. The bright flames hurt his open eye. As he saw the stubby form of Sergeant Quirk from the Death Guard bellowing orders, he realized where he was.
It was the Durable Maid, a Dictator Cruiser of the Death Guard Legion. The Maid is a formidable ship which Aircrafts supported his Legion on Terra and it saved his life from dying on the same planet. Although it was the ship of another Legion, he started to like it during their journey from Terra to Paludum and from there to Olympia. He corrected himself: the Durable Maid WAS a formidable ship. They are in the middle of a void war over Olympia and the Durable Maid had suffered a lot since the diversion attack began.
“Did our little Night Lord fall?” asked Quirk with his raw voice as Methus stumbled to him. “I was sleeping, but your rough flight style woke me up, captain,” was the mumbled reply. Damn, he wasn’t able to talk properly because of that swelling. Quirk squinted as always when Methus called him captain. Quirk had the highest rank of the Death Guards on this ship, and so he was the commander of it after the real Captain died on Terra.
The Maid shook as she got hitten again. “Void Shilds in Sector 33 are collapsing! Several hull breaks on deck 10,” screamed a naval officer from his console. “Damn Ultramarines! Their Nova’s are hitting us while we are occupied with their Light Cruisers. If I could get these Nova’s just into her hair cross.” Quirk seemed more depressed than ever since he became the Maids commander.
Methus wanted to ask why it was impossible to shoot at them, but then he remembered that one of the first lance strikes the Maid had suffered destroyed the long range target systems. He moved to a still working console and looked at its readings. It was bad. It was really bad. Even worse than during their escape from the Sol system. He was no man of Void fights, but even he knew that the Durable Maid is near her end. If the readings were right, it was a miracle that the maid was still manoeuvrable and could fight back.
A battered Apothecary from the Word Bearers came and tried to fix the swollen face of Methus. He cut it open, so that the impound blood could escape and sprayed something on the wound to cool the swelling. Due to that and his enhanced physiology he would be able to see on both eyes in a few minutes. But only if they are going to survive long enough.
In its actual stat it was impossible for the Maid to escape, they have to abandon her. But to which place could they flee? Olympia was too far away and is going to die soon enough. They won’t be able to travel to another ship of their fleet, there are too many enemies between them and their allies as that they would survive that. Was there no other option?
“Why is this ship not firing at us?” asked an Iron Warrior named Lyn’trec. Methus and Quirk ran to the screen where Lyn’trec stood. “It is a Vanguard Class Strike Cruiser. We are probably out of its efficient Weapon range. Its offensive weapons have not such a great range. But its defensive systems are devastating,” answered the Death Guard Sergeant. “Or we are to less of a thread to them.”
Methus put a murderous smile on his face. Due to his swellings it looked even more gruesome than it would look normally with his gaunt, pale face. “Even the strongest shield will be useless against a dagger in the back,” mumbled he when I walked to the injured Manoeuvre officer.
Sergeant Quirk looked confused but Lyn’trec began also to grin. “Did he loose his mind? What does he mean with a dagger?” asked the Death Guard. “He wants to attack the Cruiser in its rear sectors,” answered the other Legionnaire. “I repeat my question: Did he loose his mind? How should we do that?” The Night Lord answered without looking up from the manoeuvre console. “We are going to vent some plasma and oxygen so that it looks like we got a critical hit, while we drift slowly towards the Vanguard Cruiser. As soon as we are near enough to board it, we are going to move with full trust even nearer. We have to use every Drop Pod, Assault Boat and Ship to evacuate the people. The first wave will consist of Battle Brothers to consolidate a bridgehead; the mortals will be in the second wave.”
“You are insane! That will never work out. The Assault Boats will be vaporized by the defensive systems… if we can get even near enough to try it,” grunted Quirk suspiciously. Then he sighed and added “But it is the only thing that we can do in this situation. That, or a suicide attack. Let us get started!”
“Durable Maid, Durable Maid! Do you read me? This is Dantye.” The voice was nearly not understandable over the heavy static bursts of the damaged Vox speakers. “Quirk speaking. We can read you.”
“What the hell are you doing? I ordered you to retreat 10 minutes ago, and now you stopped your engines and your damn batteries are also silent. Are you already dead or do you want to die so badly that you are not defending yourself? I want to hear a damn good explanation why you risk so many lives with such a move, or I swear that I will come over and haunt your sorry remains after I cleaned here up!”
Quirk and Methus looked silently at each other. They knew the second-in command of the Iron Warrios well enough to notice the slight timbre of grief in his voice. The Captain knew that the Durable Maid was done for. Dantye was always a very calm person, but in engagements, especially in desperate situations like this, he swore so much and with such creativity that any gang member back on Nostramo would be ashamed. Like an affirmation they could hear another, very colourful, curse out of the voxspeakers. “… polluted asses! I want an answer why you are not retreating!”
“We wouldn’t survive a retreat. The Maid is surrounded and we lost nearly all of our weapon systems. But we have a plan how to save as many peoples as possible… you only have to trust us, Sir.”
“Should I ever see your face again... I will break your ugly nose! Dantye over and out!” and with that the connection was cut. Methus looked at Quirk and said “We all know that you are his sweetheart. Now let us start this suicide mission.” The Death Guard spit on the floor and muttered “When the Iron Warrior break my nose, I will break yours.” He was still angry about giving up the Maid, but he could see the sense behind their planned actions.
Lyn’trec put his Boarding Shild in place and looked at the other two officers. “My Iron Warriors are going to be the first wave. Sergeant Methus and his assault marines will attack the machine room. Sergeant Quirk and his squads will conquer the armoury and after that we will besiege the bridge. Any suggestions?” “The fourth Legion and their sieges. You would besiege even a nun, just for the fun, wouldn’t you?” chuckled the Night Lord. While checking his Bolter Lyn´trec answered with his monotone voice “If it is reasonable and logical… why not?”
Methus chuckeld and turned to his friend Quirk. It was rare for him to call someone a friend, especially outside from his own Legion. He wanted to tell him that it was time for him to take his seat in the boarding ship. Suddenly he felt a sudden pain in the middle of his face and stumbled back into the small ship. Blood ran down his chin and he could see how Quirk turned away and closed the door, which connected the boarding ship with the Durable Maid. Before the door was completely closed, Methus could hear how Quirk said “Dantye would break my nose if I leave the Maid. Unfortunately I can’t let her die alone. I hope that your broken nose compensate him for my stubbornness. Sorry Methus, my friend, my… brother.”
With a hiss the door shut and the light in the compartment changed from a dull with to a dim red, but Methus wasn’t sure if it was the light of the boarding ship or his ascending rage. He fought on Terra, Erinka V and many more battlefields together with Quirk and now, after all this fights, he betrayed him to sheed blood with his brother in arms again. First his cousin in the alleys of Nostramos suburbs. Then his former Sergeant on the fields of Ormount, the Ultramarines in the Xerta system and his Primarch on Terra. Finally his brother Quirk.
Although Quriks betrayal wasn’t as life threatening as the other ones, it hurts the most. Not the broken nose was an issue here... it was the denial of a last stand together. He knew that only in death he would see his friend again… he will bring a lot of enemies with him, so that they can fight them again in the afterlife. As he clenched his fists, his Power Claws activated and in the red light of the boarding ship, they already looked like they were covered in blood.
“Ensing, activate the engines and bring us near the Strike Cruiser. Weapon officer, if we have any torpedo bays left, fire everything at their front decks. As soon as they target these torpedoes, send the boarding ships on their way! Let us see what our sweet Maid can achieve when she is mad.” Quirk knew that everybody on the ship will die very soon, but he was happy. He would have preferred to fight alongside his new comrades and his brother Methus, but he had his obligations. Only in death ends the service and damn what service. He will guard the Durable Maid on her way to the death.
(sry for the bad grammer and spelling errors... but its already 2 in the morning )
Edited by DeRome90, 30 October 2014 - 10:01 AM.