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He looked up. He did not like what he saw.
The burning vehicles had caused an orange lustre to the night sky. The bodies were lying around them were starting to fester, from days lying in the open.
"Worry not, heretics will lie unmourned"
The calm tones of the voice broke into his thoughts. Leaning against the wrecked Chimera he saw the source of the voice, a fellow marine loading a bolt pistol in the shadows.
"I worry not brother, we have the advantage this day. We have the righteousness every day", he recanted, taking pride in the lore from the coedex astartes. The marine said nothing in return, so returned himself to his thoughts. He mulled over the circumstances that brought him here.
12 days before they had landed on this planet to cleanse the chaos scum. Abaddon's black crusade had begun, and they had to do their bit to stop it. The strike cruiser that had ferried them to Kasr Sonnen had said it would return in a week for resupply. Somehow he guessed that was now out of the question. Their mighty 3rd company had been briefed by the chapter master Addoran, the Shining Blade himself. In that briefing in that mighty presence they had been told:
"While the Dark Angel's are busy at Caliban, we Angels of Atonement must reinforce Cadia, if only to keep those bloody wolves from complaining about us."
With simple instructions to reinforce the local Cadian shock troops, The Hammer of Woe had deployed them by drop pod to the planet below. On landing, it took them only a few minutes to know something that they had not been briefed on.
The planet was a hell-hole.
The Angels had linked arms, and defended their shrinking perimeter against all foes. The Cadian shock troops were mostly dead, though they had fought to the last, every day they were attacked, under constant bombardment. Most importantly though they had made the enemy pay dearly for their temerity to challenge the Emperor's servants. The city of Kasr Ladon was a major industrial location, and the Angels had refused to let their enemy win. Tides of traitor's had washed against the rocks of their perimeter, but the perimeter had never been submerged. The tarantulas were all destroyed, their supporting regiment now consisted of a few dozen broken men, they had lost a third of their number. They were undefeated.
"Cadian cities are well designed fish in barrels", said the other marine, intruding on his thoughts again.
"I know, I wouldn't mind getting out there like we usually do, give em a little surprise", he replied.
The marine was about to add something further when the perimeter alert went off. It was starting again. Already he could hear faint chanting as the cultists massed again. He looked up to remark at the marine to return to his post, but the marine had already moved out. He immeadiately about faced and speeded to his place in the line, drawing his bolter from his back with much haste.
Behind him, the other marine stepped forward from the shadows again, and watched his fellow marine depart. He mused to himself quietly, adjusting his dark robe to hide his black power armour.
"It's good to see they still fight with honour", he commented quietly to noone in particular, and returned himself to the shadows. Now that he had indulged his curiousity, he had much business of his own to attend to.
And who is this mysterious observer in the shadows? Cypher?
i liked the use of an established setting (Cadia) to create a feeling of continuity with the rest of the 40k setting.
What are you planning to use the story for. What does it illustrate. If you were to write a Codex: Angels of Atonement where in the code would we read that piece?
My secret, shameful desire is a three Ordo army...
(I know I'm bad...)
Thanks a lot. I originally wrote this as quite simply I very rarely write in first person. It started out as an experiment in first person.........not a lot of it in there is there?
This story of the fallen angel is another character I want linked with the Angels of Atonement....after all everyone needs a nemesis, I thought this might be a good way to introduce him. Also he might make a twist in the tail to this short story.
This also demonstrates that the fallen are out there, they have not forgotten the Angels who basically represent a large proportion of the Dark Angels on Eastern fringe (after all noone mentions in the official fluff Dark Angels on the eastern fringe, fighting Nids, Tau etc)
real cool, very mysterious...
not much to say cause Pheonecia says pretty much what i would say..
Take my love, take my land, take me to where I cannot stand; I don't care I'm still free, you can't take the sky from me.
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