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Kell's Last Battle


Aothaine

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The explosion rang in Sergeant Kell's head and his vision swam around him taking in the pit that used to be his defensive placement. It had been his home for the past three days and he had grown rather fond of his fox hole. Seeing it in it's ruinous form now tugged at his heart for a brief moment. "Get up!" a voice in his head yelled at him through the haze. It was the voice of his drill sergeant. He had not seen him in years.

 

Pulling himself up to his knees slowly he checked his body for any significant wounds. Nothing. He had always been lucky. It was what his unit had nicknamed him. In truth, he would have much rather died in the heat of battle than be left the only survivor. He wasn't sure what Commissar Helen would think of him surviving. Though it most likely wouldn't matter anymore. Their lines were slowly being over run. The renegade forces were pushing hard into the last bastion of the loyal population of Gutain. There was not much time left.

 

Kell shook away the thoughts of defeat and drew his las-pistol. He checked the charge and started making his way to the next fallback point. His eyes were overloaded with the colors of fire and exploding debris as he watched in silence as their entire front line of defense came under heavy fire from the renegade basilisks. But there was no sound. It was an odd experience. Peaceful yet terrifying at the time. However, several lances of las fire passing him pulled him away from his thoughts. He jumped to the ground and continued to crawl his way to a nearby crater. 

 

Once safely hidden from the las fire he took account of his armament. He had his las-pistol, a krak grenade and his canteen. He emptied his canteen, savoring the wetting of his mouth and threw it aside, he wouldn't be needing that anymore. Setting his las-pistol at his side he drew his krak grenade. He glanced over the edge of his hole verifying the enemy was not more than twenty feet away. Taking a deep breath, he pulled the pin and hurled the grenade at the enemy. He felt the pulse of the explosion but still heard nothing.

 

He knew his time was coming. But also that he would go out with honor and in with the the Emperor in his thoughts. He positioned himself  at the edge of the pit and leveled his aim before unleashing a volley into the enemy that was surrounding him. Return fire came quickly and he had to jump back to avoid being killed. Even still, several shots hit his legs and one in the back severing his spine. His legs were useless now.

 

He landed on his back, sharp pain shot up through his left arm and it quickly became difficult to breathe. This is how it would end. Him on his back. Helpless. 

 

The enemy crested the small hill carefully and took aim. Kell shouted to the Emperor to smite his foes. He could not hear the yell, but he could feel it. Feel the oxygen leaving his lungs. Just then his eyes caught movement from the sky. The smoke and clouds were ripping apart as yellow and black vehicles descended from the skies. Armored pods came as well and a smile broke upon Kell's face shortly before one of the pods landed directly upon him, ripping up the ground and burning the renegades alive where they stood.

 

**Still editing this. Just wanted to post it so I do not lose anything.

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Good job. Is SGT Kell related to Colour SGT Kell in any way? The title made me think your story was about Lord Castellan Creed's right-hand man.

 

LOL! Nope I honestly didn't know that character existed when I wrote this. I just wanted a name that started with the letter K and Krull came to mind immediately, which led to Kell.

 

Just another brief story that I'm writing for the Argent Fists. Poor SGT Kell dies from a drop pod landing on him. But his wish was answered. The Emperor's finest had arrived. Good 'ol lucky Kell. Still working on the story. I want to re-work it into someone from his platoon telling the story of the time he saw space marines. Maybe work it into the lore that I have going for my other loyalist factions. Maybe these are guardsmen from Fect. Gonna have to think on it a bit. But I had a general idea of the short story I wanted to tell and needed to write it down before I forgot it.

 

Edit: Maybe I should change his name though so people are not confused.

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Maybe change the title to "Kell's Last Battle"?

 

Ohhh I like it! I'll take that if you don't mind.

 

 

 

Emphasis mine. I think an "as" should replace the italicized word.

 

Ahh thank you. That typo has been corrected. Still a work in progress. :D

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