Below you will find a story about a part of my ETL
vow. As this is my first fanfiction in a while (the last one was for my Iron Warriors several years ago), I hope you still like this story.
Here my ETL
vow : http://www.bolterand...post/?p=5324847
The loud yell from a vox-speaker cut through the silence of the night and moments later the sky was lit up by several explosions along a trench line infront of a small fortress. Although Markoth was quite a distance away from the scene, he could see the bodies of imperial Guardsmen blown into the air. Thanks to his genetic enhanced vision and the autosenses of his power armor, he could even hear the screams of the Guardsmen as their bodies were ripped apart. He could also see who attacked them, although it was no surprise to him. He was the one after all, who directed the Death Guard to this fortress at the end of Mark’t valley. “It pains me to see these vile creatures attack this station,” Markoth mumbled.
“I am surprised that you even allowed them to find this place. And now they attack a place which was named after you… that is ironic, isn’t it? Although it seems like the inhabitants forgot how to write your name.” Markoth turned to the man who spoke and answered, “We need a diversion, otherwise our pursuers might notice that we were here and what our real objective is.”
The hooded marine smirked and replied, “Still, this sounds more like a plan from the shrewd XX and not something our Legion would normally do. But I understand your reasoning Sergeant Markoth… or was it Mark’t.” “Glad that my plan receives your approval Sar Gadu” replied Markoth mockingly. He knew how his squad mate hated to be called as if he was still a Knight of old. Markoth and Gadu knew each other even before the Great Betrayal as Gadu recruited Markoth for their Legion.
Before the old Gadu could tell his Sergeant where he could insert the formal title, another Marine appeared from the shadows of the forest they used as a hiding place. “We are ready Sergeant. Philos planted the explosives where you told him and Ka’arl is ready to neutralize the Watchtower.” “Thank you Fiban. We will proceed, as soon as the Death Guard relocates their fire onto the front wall. Then we will…” Before Markoth could finish his sentence, a wild roar sounded from across the battlefield.
The group of Astartes turned and saw that another force attacked the fortress beside the Death Guard. Behind the swollen and diseased figures of the Plague Marines where now mad amalgamations of ceramite, transhuman flesh and daemonic entities. A unit of Possessed ran towards the trench line, while an Obliterator gave them covering fire. “Seems like the bloated Mellitus couldn’t shut his trap and invited the Word Bearers. We need to hurry!” The three Astartes left their observation point and ran towards their goal.
++++ Six hours later ++++
The squad of Sergeant Markoth arrived at their hideout, a cave system in the mountains on the other end of the valley. While they left on foot, they returned with 2 trucks and one chimera. The guard they left at the entrance to the cave system waited till they left their transport and walked to Markoth “I am glad that you are back Sergeant. How was the requisition?” The way the Marine talked was still quite formal and it set Markoth sometimes at odds to talk to their new brother in arms. Like the armor of his own squad, was the one of this guard a deep black with the symbol of their Legion on the right pauldron. Unlike the one of his own, the battle plate of their allies was a newer type and on their knee guard they retain the symbol of their former chapters. They are not allies but our brothers now
, rebuked Markoth his own thoughts.
“Although we had some uninvited guests, we got everything we wanted” answered Markoth and wanted to turn around and help his squad with unloading the transports when the Guard cleared his throat and said, “We also got an uninvited guest. He awaits you in the main cave.”
All of the Marines stiffened and Markoth muttered, “Please don’t tell me it is Cy…” “No! I am glad that he did not returned to us. He attracts too much problems after all. No, the Loremaster awaits you.” While this was not as bad as Markoth has feared, he could not relax that much. The Loremaster was also an original member of the Legion and a close brother, but he is still a psyker, and no one wants to be too close with a psyker. It also does not help that the Loremaster knows so much and yet talks so few beside when he talks about the “good old times”. And maybe the last dispute the had, might also cause some troubles.
When Markoth arrived at the main cave he saw the psyker for the first time in three centuries. In the middle of the cave a fire was burning, which was the only light source in this cave, beside the display of a cogitator on the other side of the room. Right before the fire stood a Marine in an old and cobbled Terminator armor. In his left hand he held a staff, which was inlaid with psy-reactive crystals and in his right he held a ball of fire which floated bare centimeters above his palm. The Psyker turned and looked at Markoth with a smile on his face, as if he saw a friend after a long time. While partly true, they nearly attacked each other the last time after a heated discussion regarding the Great Betrayal. “My dear Markoth! I heard that your mission was a success! What did you brought back from your old garrison?”
Markoth barley nodded in a form of greeting and answered, “You know that it was never my garrison, but the one of the Legion. I was only the one who built its foundations.” “Don’t be so stiff. Do you think that I am still mad at you, just because you blasted a hole into the wall beside my head with your plasma pistol the last time? Both of us were right after all. So relax and tell me of the materials you brought back.”
“Well, I would understand it if you would be a little bit mad.” The Sergeant walked around the fire and stopped on the opposite of the Loremaster, stretching his arms and rubbing them, as if to warm them on the fire. An old habit he never got rid of. “We secured several crates of ammunition for our Bolters and Plasma weapons. We could also secure six sets of Mark III power armor, as well as several spare parts and raw material. There were also several data crystals. While the information on them is mostly outdated, we can at least use the coordinates of several other Legion storages.”
“This sounds like a great haul, but what about the gene-seed?” Markoth feared this question but he knew that it would come. “Several containers had a leak and the gene-seed in them could not be used any more. We had only so much place in our stolen transporters and the time was running out, so we had to destroy everything except for three containers. While I do not think that the Death Guard would have found the vault with the gene-seed, I am quite sure that the Word Bearers would, so I had to destroy everything we could not carry with us.”
The Loremaster extinguished the ball of flames and said “To be honest, that is more than I thought. I was sure that nothing of it would be useable after such a long time. You did the right thing in destroying the rest. Now we need to leave this system and get in contact with the others. It seems like the captain surfaced a decade ago, and we need to meet up with him sooner than later.”
“We will be able to leave this planet within the next week, but don’t you think that your Terminator armor would stand out too much?” The Loremaster laughed and turned to the next wall. While he drew something onto the stone with his finger he said, “I won’t be coming with you lot. I just came her to inform you that the captain is back and that the Keeper of the Truth had to flee Terra short of his goal. Also it seems like our pursuers got to track you down, so you should hurry.”
Markoth let out a sigh, “I really whish they would know the truth and stop hunting us. I get tired from always running away. I miss the time of the Great Crusade.”
Again the Loremaster let out a burst of laughter and with a flicker of his index finger, he finished his ritual and opened a small warp gate. “Who does not wish for that? But you know… our brothers are not called the Unforgiven for nothing.”
With that, the Loremaster walked through the gate and let Markoth alone with his thoughts of better times.
Edited by DeRome90, 15 June 2019 - 07:39 AM.