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Got bored while eating dinner and decided to write this. Hope you all enjoy and feel free to critique as needed. I'll probably develop it a bit more next time I need a distraction >.<
Garbled screams intermittently interrupted by blaring static spilled forth from the vox caster strapped to the shrapnel torn body of an Imperial Guard soldier. Further down the trench in an observation emplacement, Colonel Baracka, commander of the 524th Valhalan infantry, was viewing the devastation in front of him. While his troops in the trenches before the grey haired and battle scarred colonel were still fighting, he knew they would all be slain very soon and he silently cursed the commissar hovering around him, preventing him from calling a full retreat by the threat of execution at the first sign of heresy. In the shattered ruins off to the left of the front lines, three Vindicator war tanks were launching shells not full of high explosives, but with swarms full of warp-spawned flies. As each shell made impact around its intended target, guardsmen not killed by the initial impact began to scream in agony as flies began to infest every orifice of their bodies and lay their eggs within their hapless victims. The guardsmen’s abdomens slowly became bloated until they finally burst which unleashed another wave of plague flies.
Suddenly, off in the distance, the low rumbling of heavy tank treads could be heard. Colonel Barracka cursed his fate as two Land Raiders burst through the trench line and begun firing their ancient sponson mounted lascannons, which resembled the roaring dragons of myth, into the observation emplacement in which Colonel Baracka stood. Heavy weapons teams bearing rocket launchers rushed forwards in an attempt to knock out the daemon-possessed war machines but were quickly mowed down by heavy bolter rounds which were spewing forth from the heavy boltgun mounted on the front of the Land Raider. Guardsmen exploded as rounds entered their bodies and the depleted uranium cores within each detonated.
The assault ramps at the front of each land raider lowered in unison and for an instant, putrid green light could be seen inside. Then, without warning, swarms of heavy-bodied flies flew out and, like an enormous living wave, flooded over the observation deck. The few guardsmen who survived broke rank and began to flee the battle.
“Heretics and traitors shall perish by my holy hand. The Immortal Emperor himself shall sit as judge and executioner to your soul!” shouted the commissar as she started firing upon the fleeing guard. She barely fired off two shots before the swarm of flies engulfed her. The commissar fell to the ground as her belly bloated to impossible size. She raised her pistol to her already disfigured face and after muttering a soft prayer to the Emperor, squeezed the trigger.
Colonel Barracka shouted orders in an attempt to rally his troops but a lascannon shot seared a gaping hole through his chest and he collapsed to the rumble covered ground. As he fell, his body was enshrouded by the swarms of flies. Before as what remained of his body bloated to unrecognizable proportions, Barracka caught a glimpse of three rotting behemoths clad in tactical dreadnaught armour descend from the Land Raiders’ assault ramps. Before he blacked out, the image of Nurgle, the Great Lord of Decay appeared in Colonel Barracka’s mind. He envisioned himself standing before the Chaos god begging for his life in return of his immortal soul.
The three disease-ridden creatures, Terminators as they are frequently known, approached the unrecognizable body of Colonel Baracka and gazed at the beauty which lay before them.
“Inform Lord Typhus that Papa Nurgle has chosen another champion”, chuckled the middle Terminator in a bile filled voice into his comm bead. Moments later, a ship composed of rotting flesh and metal descended from space and landed just before the Terminators. The behemoth to the left of the center picked up Barracka’s body as if he were a toy doll and flung him over his shoulder. The leader of the three boarded the ship and the two followed.
(But very well written )
Im liking it, you should write some more, but two things
Can commissars be women?
Why did the imp have to die?!?!?!?!!:'(
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1. I don't see why they can't be women. IG are pulled from all of humanity (GW is lazy when modeling women models...though they did make a games-day female commissar awhile back)
2. They die because that is what they are meant to do lol!
Thanks for the comments. I'll probably pump out the next segment to this when I get some free time from work/classes.
You could create a very good philogynist Commissar.