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heres the start of one my stories
Commissar Tobias Stern dragged the wimpering manufactorium worker across the steel walkway. The mans shins and knees scraped painfully across the metal and he cried out. The commissar smacked him across the head with his laspistol. It made contact with the mans chin with a painfull crack. "Have some dignity man!" the commissar hissed angrily, his eyes burning beneath his peaked cap, then added " You willl be soon sitting by the emperors side". The other workers below the walkway were screaming in protest, hurling projectlies at him. Trying to overcome the members of the local PDF barring them from the doors to the walkway, yet few were prepared to confront a brisling wall of bayonets and lasguns. A foolish man pushed towards the gunline, a melta-weld gun in hand. He sprayed a burst of molten metal, striking one of the guardsmen in his his eyes. who screamed, reeling backwards in pain. The guardmans comrades opened fire with their lasguns killing the man and half a dozen other workers. The rest of the mob screamed, falling, pushing backwards and forwards, tripping over one another.
The commissar looked down at the mayhem, waiting for the workers to calm themselves. He then called out his voice amplified ten fold over the vox system. He cried out "Workers! Servants of the Imperium! TRAITIORS!" He let the last word hang in the air for just long enough. " This Manufatorium has not payed its taxes or given it's quota of men for the Imperial Mititia" He japped the the man by his side with, the tip of his silent chainsword, causing him to rise to his feet." And I hold you, each of you responsible!" The commissar walked behind the man, striking him with his chainsword behind the knees, causing him to fall upon them "This man here is in charge. And like him I will execute you one a day, until all taxes are payed in full. Then each and every one of you will be conscripted into the penal legions and your families will be pay your self-taxes. And if they are unable, then we shall execute the women and children, and your male kin shall join you in the penal legion!" As he finnished his final word he pulled the trigger of his laspistol, a round burst into the back of the mans skull and the mob went crazy.
At the same moment of the pull of the laspistol, Juruhn, an adept of the machines, entered the room through a sepreate walkway infront of the commissar. His retinue of servitors walking liflesly behind him. A droneing voice echoed in his ear, the grating, lifless sound made by only a servitor " Situaltion indicates hostility" Juruhn looked around. His workers were going crazy. The crakle of las was similtatious with thier screams. The commissar on the walkway before him was standing beside the body of his chief labourer.
His headset tapped into the commissars vox bead. He spoke with anger, a slight of emotion hiden only by the underlying mechanical monotone of his many implants and augmentations "What is going on here, Commissar?" he spoke the last word as though it were an insult "The commissars head and eyes darted to and fro searching for the reson for this voice that had disturbed his glory. Realising it was a techpriest, he relaxed, foolishly before he noticed two gun servitors. Thier heavy bolters were each trained upon him.
"My duty, Techpriest!" be snarled with contempt, then continued " I have strict orders from the Governor Militant(?) to be here." Juruhn would have smiled, if it were possible, beneath his bionics "This sector was given to the juristicion of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Your world holds no law!" The commissars face twisted ito a mix of anger and hatred bofe he refrained him self and calmly said "I have the right to inforce the law of the emporer where ever I see it lacking." then he raised his laspistol "I Commissar Tobias Stern, inforcer of the Emperors will and law, order you leave or you shall die where you stand." Juruhn didn't even give and answer. He severed the vox connection giving a sielnt order to his servitors. The heavy bolters began to scream thier hell at the commissar.
Tobias Stern lept from the walkway, bolts skimming over his head. His peaked cap went flying, or the tattered remains of it did. He engaged his chainsword and it began to shriek and whir for blood. The he landed before his guardsmen who were struggling to hold back the rioters and kill whoever was firing upon thier commissar.Stern turned to one of his seargents. " Give them a frag!" the order rang out." But sir their only civ-" The commissar put lasfire through his skull and turned to the nearest soldier. "Don't just stand there!" the commissar yelled at the stunned guardsman "Throw a bloody frag grenade at them!"
The soldier did just that. As the explosion went cleared Stern raised his chainsword in the air crying at the top of his lungs "On my mark charge!" he ran forward accompanied by the crys of his guardsmen joining him. His chainsword flashed left and right hacking down civilian workers, armed or not. His lasgun flashed, claiming life after life. His vision was red, hisself stained with blood. And he laughed, bringing his chainsword down again and again.
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wow..... nice work man... you shoudl write more.....
no serious if that was a brook i wouldnt put it down untill i finished the book. ^_^
This makes real good reading, keep it up and I cant wait to see the rest
Techpriest Juruhn took the readout on his bionic eye; 35 gaurdsman, one grenade launcher and a heavy stubber. Assessing the situation he ran to the stairway, followed by his servitors. he lept down the stair two or three at a time, hastily watching his ballance lest he should fall. He exited the stairway to find the guardsmen working the controlls on the main door. he sprited acroos the room, hammering his fist upon the over ride switch. The whole room went into lock down. Stern spun around, his coat swirling like a black whirlpool around his shoulders. His eyes alighted with rage. "Guardsmen!" he screamed at extreme decibels "Kill the traitor! He is a heretic who wishes to corrupt us all!" The guardsmen looked around. Stern hacked his screeching chainsword across the back of one of the closest ones neck, severing his spinal column. The guardsmen needed no further encouragement. Lasguns flashed, glancing off Juruhns power armour. A grenade flew past his hear. Instantly he dove behind a plasteel controll cubicle, safe in cover. His gun servitors opened fire with thier heavy bolters, the reply was made as heavy stubber shells smashed in the one closest to Juhruhn, it fell to the floor. Juhruhn turned to the comms module, hurriedly punching in the passcode. Nothing. He typed it again. Nothing. He could have apeased the machine spirit his self, but that would take time. He called over his technical servitor, linking it to the module. He called his other ramaining gun servitor into cover. Seeing a lull in the fire, Stern urged his men into a steady advance, drawing near to Juruhns position.
Jurhun swang up onto the rungs of a ladder built into the wall near his position. He sent an order to his technical servitor. He also ordered his heavy bolter servitor to fire suppresivly. The guardsmen dove into cover, a hail of bolts flying over thier heads. A slow rumbling began to emerge from within the walls of the manufactorium. Then a giant iron pots fell from a conveyor belt. Landing far from any of the guardsmen. A few of them sniggering, despite the circumstances. Then it came. Spraying from a valve in the roof, molten metal fell onto the guardsmen. They screamed as it made concact with them. Stern looked around. A drop of lead bit into his cheek, he reeled back with the great pain it beheld. He noticed one of his seargents and three other guardsmen sealing themselves in an emergency hazard room. He sprinted, screaming for them to keep the doors open, aside a matter of threats. He made it to the door, turning sideways to fit through the tiny gap between the doors. He was safe. Then he realised, with a severe bite of pain, his sword arm was stuck in the door. The doors crushed his arm, until it came off just above the elbow. He turned to the other members of the chamber his the rage of a wounded beast."This is your fault!!" he yelled. And before they realised what had happened he had given them each a las shot in turn.
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