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The Battle Of Melysia Ridge
The Driver, for one second at least, knew doubt. Seeing warnings flash red around him, he turned to the Marines inside, preparing their attack.
The Marines had only just opened the doors a crack when a collosal explosion tore through the hull. The tracks on the right side were thrown, and the driver was incinerated where he stood.
"TURN ABOUT!" Yelled the leader of the squad inside, mostly covered in dust and fragments of the hull.
They were too slow, or too resticted by the debris of the front hatch to react in time. Skroolooze and his boyz were through the new door and on them on seconds. More were prising the side doors open and clambering in.
Within the minute it was over. The now lifeless suits of power armour were discourteously discarded, and most of the boyz were out again to rejoin the battle.
"Okaysey, 'ow dya work dis fing?" mused one who had stayed.
"Bu**er off, I'sle do it, hehe..." SkrooLooze had a knack for this sort of thing, and he was enjoying himself imensly. As he sat down in a seat, formally filled by a charred corpse, his lap slowly filled with dribble.
Grabnutz was amongst the marine lines now, extatically bludgeoning his way past them all with klaw, gun or foot. He felt the impact on his armour of several bolter shells as he made his grisly way forwards, but none could find there way past to his flesh. He could feel his new lung whirring and sucking under the strain, filling his mouth with the taste of iron. Finnally he was confronted by a robed figure.
"Not anuver bl**dy one..." He said, roaring to the fight.
Marshal Hallem didn't understand what the huge figure in front of him was talking about, but it was irrelevent. The leader of the foes of the Emperor was confronting him, Its death was all that mattered, for the Vengeance that he had sworn for his Brother Champion.
"DEATH" He roared, raising his axe for a headward blow.
"BAOROWWW" Bellowed Grabnutz, smashing the axe aside and punched low with his Gun. Hallem dodged right, sweeping the axe two-handed into Grabnutz left arm. Sparks flew as his armour barely stopping the hit. Grabnutz lunged with his klaw, but Hallem was too quick. The Warboss' klaw closed on air, and Hallem swung again at the whole in Grabnutz' armour.
Grabnutz mechanical klaw slipped from his arm, revealing his huge muscled fist. There was a huge gash in his shoulder, and the arm was useless.
A high pitched, but threatening scream was heard, and a small green figure shot up to the Marshall's neck. A small knife pulled across his throat, and Hallem stumbled backwards, distracted from the final blow on the relativly defenceless Grabnutz. His blood clotted instantly, but in that moment of vulnerabilty Grabnutz lunged again, jamming his new gun in Hallem's face. Noggin leaped down, and Grabnutz shot.
Hallem flew ten feet backwards, but his head was vapourised, and his neck was wreathed in flames.
There were now only twenty Black Templars on the field, led by Sargeant Cascarne, being the only officer left alive.
"RALLY TO THE CRUSADER, TO THE CRUSADER MEN!"
The ones who still could, broke off, while some brave few stayed back to prevent a rout. They ran past the wreck that was formally the Dreadnought, fuel had leaked everywhere, and sparks were flying from opened wiring. It had been ripped apart in the explosion, as its unseen assailent darted away towards their Marshall.
They turned to face the Crusader, turning on the spot, as one of its tracks had been thrown. A gaping hole was in place of the asault ramp.
They all knew a moment of bewilderment, as its guns opened up on them. A fresh mob of orks poured from around and inside it, and they were trapped in the midst of Grabnutz hoarde.
They were butchered without restraint, after putting on a last defence, they killed over twice their own number, but that was only a drop in the green sea.
Noggin was to be found pouncing on the smouldering torso of Marshal Hallem, yelling "YOU BAS**RD BROKE ARMOUR, I'LL KILL YOU"
SkrooLooze emerged grinning widely from the hull of the crusader, as Grabnutz approached him. Removing his gun understandably carefully, he shook the Meks hand, pronouncing "Dis gun is Bl**dy gud maytee! Now fix da Klaw for me will yer."
Frump came up to the warboss, baring a cut across his cheek.
"Fink dey'll be back Boss?"
"I 'ope so! Deys gud for a fight!"
Nice Buriss. Can't wait for number seven........
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I'm quite proud of the part where he obliterates Hallem's face with a Kustom Mega Blasta! (Which I have just converted on the actual model)
I'm glad to have finally retrieved Noggin too, as it was getting dull without him. Now we can get to the real plot finally. Why do you think there were Black Templar's present in Melysia???
What follows now is basically what will happen in a campaign I'm going to run between my freinds at my club, and will explain everything from the Marine presence to Grabnutz' klans origins.
great stuff. keep it up
Forget your past life. From this day on you are simply a Dark Angel, nothing else is of consequence. The chapter is all that matters.
A good general does not lead an army to destruction just because he knows it will follow