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Hey guys, I'm back from the warp with a new tome series. I originally posted this on warhammer alliance, but since no one seemed to give a rats behooky about it, I figured I'd get some info about how you guys perceive this. I'm new to writing SM fluff, so dont be surprised if I did something utterly ridiculous (s'happens) Its about the Exorcists, my favorite chapter. And its about their first test to figure out if they were to be made into a full space marine chapter. This is the story through the eyes of their most recognised hero who is now the only venerable dreadnaught amongst them, and it talks about the heresy of Mordax Prime, a planet on the edge of the eye of terror. So you guys know, the Exorcists aren't a chapter per-se as there are records of over 11 companies of space marines (none of which being neophytes or scouts) being sent to Armegeddon, and of 13 companies being sent to Cadia during the 13th Black Crusade (hope I'm getting the name right...) The chapter was founded between M35 .813 and M36 .008, and were sent to Mordax Prime some time after. They are special, as they have the gene seed of the grey knights, and are the only chapter in existence that part of their indocrination is to be possessed by minor daemons of the warp for 12 hours and then exorcised if they survive the possession (hence the term exorcists) most of them are psychic, but impassivley, instead having a greater control of their body and their minds (more so than normal space marines) but their librarians are some of the most potent in the imperium, ranking near epsilon to beta plus levels, and rumours of their chapter master being an Alpha or Alpha plus himself. This is the first in the series, and I'll be working on the other probably tomorrow or thursday evening. Enjoy.
The Interior of the Drop Pod shakes as the first of the ground batteries rumble to life. A near miss. As Brother Giaus activates his observation rune reflected on his visor before him, a display screen extends from the wall next to his head, displaying the battle as it unfolds high above their pod. The Imperial Navy is trading blow for blow with the traitors, beating them back mercilessly. The sounds of the mac guns coming online from the orbital batteries of the prospective chapter's Strike Cruisers, "The Captain Augusta" and "The Eternal Defiance" mix with the rumbling of the traitor ordanance making a concerto of heavy fire. All around the interior, silhouetes of his fellow Exorcists, each virgins to battle, but every one of them trained to the utmost perfection, sit in their seats, ready for deployment. A short hissing sound comes to life in his vox-caster, the sound of the pilot serf's voice chiming out above the drone of the battle high above their heads.
"30 seconds to atmospheric contact," The serf shouts over the roar of the secondary and forward thrusters engines coming to life. His brothers around him take the opprotunity to deploy their harnesses, as not to be thrown from their seats by light turbulence or enemy fire. The viewscreen goes blank before switching to the geometric display of their progress en-route to their deployment zone. The LZ was decided upon as the best place for atmospheric entry by the Imperial Guard elite Scout-Snipers deployed two months prior to the assault, although they had since lost contact with them after three weeks of being on the planet, and their last recorded position was three clicks from the first objective. It was suspected that the cultists found them and they were sacrificed, or that they succumed to daemonic possesion. Anything was possible on such an inhospitable planet.
Mordax Prime was a backwater blasted ruin on the very edge of the eye of terror, a perfect place for the ruinous powers to hide their minions, and a perfect place for the Exorcists to prove their worth. The Pod shook once more as another massive blast from the planetary batteries erupted near them, but this one was very different indeed. Out of the corner of his visor a rune activated, one of the pods launched from "The Captain Augusta" had been ahnialated before the strike team had even broken through the atmosphere.
"Squad Lenix has just been vaporized... Confirmed, destroyed by planetary barrage," came the voice of his squad leader, Brother-Seargant Kraelen. That lowered their body count to two tactical squadrons, and two assault sqauds at full ten man strength, 40 Exorcists in all. The remaining pod was filled to bursting with combat serfs and techmarines sanctioned to create a beachead for planetary deployment by Thunderhawk, once the planetary batteries were taken offline. The worst part of it was that those men had been the supporting Grey Knights tasked with making sure the Exorcists did not re-succumb to daemonic possession, meaning if they did, the two strike cruisers in orbit would be destroyed by imperial fire, and the planet destroyed by a virus bomb to prevent anything from leaving the planet intact. Either way, there was a significantly good chance that the men around him would all be dead in less than six hours.
"Breaking atmosphere," came the call of the pilot-serf again, just as the pod shook with minor turbulence. The planet was within their range now, and as the turbulence slowed, the squad rose from their seats, preparing for deployment. "90 seconds until contact," The serf-pilot called once more.
"Brothers," came the sound of their squad leader, "Our chapter is amongst the freaks of humanity, not yet fit to call the tomes of the Adeptus Astartes our book, and not one of ours have been baptised in fire. We prove ourselves now against the ruinous powers and the great enemy, ready to size this planet at any cost. We must prove to our creators we are worthy to be called space marines," he spoke over the vox-link.
"60 seconds," called the Pilot-serf.
"We have no primarch, we have no chapter master, we have no captains, we have no leaders of any kind. We shall prove ourselves the betters of our enemies, and the betters of our fellow marines. By holy flame and steel we shall purge the unclean, and with faith we exorcise our daemons and those daemons that would plague humanity," Kraelen said, looking into each of their eyes as he spoke.
"30 seconds, engaging counter-thrusters now." the Pilot serf said once more, the sounds of the thrusters coming to life and slowing the descent of the pod.
"So let it be us who takes the blood of our enemies, who purges the unclean, who destroys the mutant, the heretic, the daemon," he speaks, raising his helmet to his head, securing it to his neck. "Let it be us, First Blood Brothers!" Kraelen calls, revving his chainsaw and shaking his bolt pistol towards the nearest petal-door. The force of the pod touching-down shakes the craft hard, causing the petal doors to erupt outwards.
Running from the interior of the craft, Gaius sees the other pods approaching, moving with his squad towards the debris littering the ground. The atmosphere is frigid and cold, but his power-armour is temperature locked, the air inside of his suit quickly leveling to decent levels for combat. His bolter at his eye-level, the squad scans the plateau quickly, searching for any contacts, finding none. Moving towards the edge, one of the marines amongst them stands over the lip, staring down towards the woods at the base. As he shifts his helmet forward as if to recieve a better look, countless number of las beams erupt from below him, many bouncing off his armor, but several more piercing it, throwing him back onto the ground. "Contacts!" Kraelen yells, running forward to the lip and hitting the ground as fast as his suit would allow. Mimicking him, Gaius looks over the edge for himself, a massive number of traitors moving out from the cover of the wilderness. Brother-Jarvel, the marine hit by the las rounds, rises back up, running to edge, he fires off several rounds at the exposed enemy, hitting two in the chest and connecting one shot with an enemies neck, sending them all reeling. It was a very good omen.
The plateaus edge erupts with fire from both sides, the cultists hitting hardly anything, but the marines killing swathes from their favourable vantage point. Something inside of Gaius sends chills down his spine, and the world around him seems to move far more quickly, finding himself sweating profusely. A rune flashes on the top of his visor, indicating his levels of adrenaline peaking at nearly 300%, far over any limit he was sure any other marine had ever achieved. The other marines around him seemed to experience the same phenomenon, many shivering not from the cold but from anticipation. As the assault marines move forward on their position, the order comes from their seargant to charge, lifting off from the ground below them, and barreling into the cultists at the foot of the plateau. The assault marines seem to be destroying the front, and in mere seconds, they had disappeared back into the forest, killing as they go.
Rising from their position, Gaius and his squad run down the hill towards their brothers who already seem to have taken the fight elsewhere. Surrounded by corpses, the marines break through the tree line, seeing for the first time their enemy up close. Their uniforms are tattered and torn, "301" prominent on each troops shoulder, and many warped by mutations and corruption. The stench is awful, and the marines press on, following the sounds of chainblade on flesh. As they reach their fellow marines, the cultists are in full flight, and the remnants being mopped up by the assault marines.
Returning to the sactuary of their drop zone, the serfs have already set up orbital communication relays with the fleet in orbit, and are working to dig deep trenches around the plateau, giving the marines favourable cover upon the cultists return. Brother-Techmarine Qistil is busy interfacing with the communications array, recieving conformation that the planetary guns are being swiftly dealt with, leaving an opening for the thunderhawks to make their approaches. First blood favors the marines, and only a single man amongst their number has been injured, and only a minor injury at that. The omens fair well.
"Get the flamer on those corpses, finish the job our bolters have started," Kraelen says, signaling in the direction of the pile of chaos dead. The squad flamer jogs down the hill towards the dead, switching on his pilot light, setting about to the destruction of the heretics. The chill returns, but this time, the rune across his visor seems to dim, and ultimately, extinguishes itself.
Good job with this first part (I assume this is just the first part of the story?). I quite like the Exorcists as well, though I think it would be a stretch to say that they don't have a Chapter Master. Oh well, it makes for good dramatic effect. The whole thing about them having 13 or more companies is more due to the fact that they're a very non-Codex chapter, but they're still a chapter nonetheless. Just one criticism I have to add: Where are the daemons? The Exorcists fight daemons with their faith and their incantations and they got deployed on that planet to eradicate a daemonic infestation. But yeah, I'm sure you'll get to that eventually.
Good job. I look forward to seeing more.
As the ground is thrown up in a massive spray to his flank, Brother Giaus stumbles and falls into a massive crater created by the blast of another artillery shell. It had been nearly an hour since their first encounter with the chaos filth, and now they were approaching their first objective. It seemed almost ludicrous to think that an hour before that, the master of the ordos Malleus in the Helican Subsector had adressed his squad personally. He knew they would be among the first to bring the fight to the enemy, and now he knew precisely what that meant.
Looking over the lip of the massive soot filled hole, Giaus can easily pick out the figures of the true enemy at the top of this hill. Additional limbs, blood dripping from their very skin, and massive crests on their head. It was whispered amongst the naval troopers that they were fighting the chosen warriors of the deranged god of blood and gore himself. He had heard several names for him, but none that stood out at him. All he knew, was that they had to die. Another blast landed near his own shelter, covering him with the earth of this putrid world, and spatters of gore raining down across him from the fallen traitors covering the hill. Propelling himself into the new ditch, the squad missle launcher rolls into cover, making especial care to keep his firearm out of the burning dirt. A shrieking sound fills the air around him as the marine fires his krak missle into one of the entrenched machines, a massive gouge of flames erupting out from where the missle made contact. Sliding into the ditch beside him is Brother-Seargant Kraelan.
Although few in number, the marines had still made extensive progress towards their objective, and even now radio transmissions had been filling the vox channel with information of squad positions as near as 100 yards away from the emplacements. Everyone amongst them knew that a charge was necessary in order to break through into the center of the fortified position. Lifting his head up once more, Giaus could vaguely make out the remnants of the imperial chapel that had sat in the center of the small polar village, all symbols of the imperium having been torn off and replaced with iron eight pointed stars, obscene runes scrawled in blood, and the bodies and limbs of countless humans slain for the pleasure of these cursed souls' manaical god.
"Brother Giaus," Kraelen shouted over the vox link.
"Yes Brother-Seargant?" Giaus called back over the channel.
"Giaus, we have 32 marines spread out across this section of the hill. I need you to transmit a charging rune the moment I give the order to. Break through the entrenchments, and make room for the assault marines at the base of the hill to advance via jump pack."
"Yes brother Kraelen," Giaus responded, readying his rune indicator for the order.
"Now, Giaus." Kraelen yells. Transmitting the rune as efficiently as he could manage, Giaus rises from his own trench as the missle-carrying marine sends another Krak missle through the barrel of another artillery piece, sending massive gouts of flame up and down the trenches, and a giant ball of fire launching into the air. As he sprints up the ground, Giaus spots his brothers behind him, mimicing his own insane charge. As he reaches the the mouth of the nearest trench, a traitor turns his lasgun towards Giaus, only to be torn apart from the explosive low velocity shells from his boltgun. Looking down the trench, Giaus sees the enemy for his first time up close.
The abbomination turns its head towards Giaus, a maniacal grin plastered across its face. Its teeth are long and pointed, extending past the creatures lips and over its chin. Its eyes are pitch black, and the muscles bulging across its body are blood red, dripping with dark red ichor. As it raises its massive blade above its head, Giaus opens fire on the thing. It charges blindly at him for a few seconds, completely ignoring the bolts passing through its body, until it finally collapses at Giaus' feet. Continuing down the trench, Giaus encounters another group of daemonspawn. These, although smaller than the first, are still similar in appearance. Backing up slowly as he fires his bolter into the mob of them, three fall outright before him before the remaing four finally reach him. As the first is about to bring its blade down on Giaus, a withering hail of bulletholes explode on the things abdomen, and the bodies of the other things, and each falls forward dead. Behind them is the remnants of one of the squads, 7 in total, each scanning the remants of the position for more creatures. A hand comes down on his shoulder, and Giaus turns to see Brother Kraelen nodding his approval at Giaus.
"Trenches have been secured brother-seargant. 72 recorded daemons killed, and several traitors amongst them. The remaining guardsmen have fallen back into the village." The marine in the front of the squad adresses Brother-Seargant Kraelen.
"Well done, you marines move with us, we will break through into the center of the village, cleansing each structure we come across. I have sent conformation already for the assault marines to advance, and they will be at the entrenchement within two minutes. Thats too long to wait though." Kraelen replied, removing his hand from Giaus' shoulder and unclipping the bolter at his side.
"Understood brother-seargant." The marine replied.
As the Squad makes its way through the maze of trenches, they encounter various shrines to the dark gods, covered in the blood of sacrificial victims, they are a sight to behold. The squad flamer puts each to the flame, and by the time they have emerged from the trenches, they had purged perhaps twelve "chapels". As Giaus and the squad stride out of the earth-maze, a lone shot from the buildings around them erupts on Giaus' visor, shattering it, and burrying itself into Giaus' left eye. The world around him swims as he loses consciousness.