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Carcerus racked his bolt pistol and strode forward with Squad Norstro following in his wake. The marines of First Company on either side of him did the same, all manner of deadly weaponry held at the ready.
The war host had been taken by surprise when the combined Lightbringers and Ultramarines force assaulted its lines in full force, with the local guardsmen covering their rear. Many Word Bearers had fallen, and Carcerus felt his anger rising as he once again contemplated the deaths of his brothers.
He flexed his grip on Nethrazuhl as the daemon weapon fed off his anger. It wanted blood and Carcerus was more than willing to oblige.
The Imperial counter-attack had divided the war host and prevented Carcerus from reaching his lieutenants. As far as he knew, he and First Company could be the only survivors. Regardless, Carcerus would not call off the siege. The Imperials would pay and the Dark Apostle would have his vengeance.
First Company was Carcerus’ personal retinue, formed of marines who specialized in stealth operations and melee. After millennia in service of the Dark Gods, the company’s abilities had grown, and this was evident in the fact that the company picked its way over rubble and debris without making a sound.
Ahead of his position lay the Imperial defenses. There must have been at least one company of Lightbringers and several companies of Imperial Guardsmen. Heavy bolter turrets panned left and right, their integrated computer systems constantly searching for targets, but the Word Bearers had flanked the turrets.
Carcerus keyed his comm. unit to First Company’s command channel. “Carcerus to all squad leaders, converge on my position immediately.”
A chorus of acknowledgements sounded and within a couple minutes every sergeant of First Company was surrounding Carcerus.
“Their heavy bolter turrets are the main source of defense,” Carcerus began. “Once we launch our assault, we will have approximately thirty seconds before those turrets are able to turn and fire on us. Squad Goran will eliminate the turret power grid while the rest of our force moves en masse on the enemy positions. Squad Zarien will target the Imperial Guard tanks. I want those machines reduced to rubble as quickly as possible. We cannot afford to have those cannons targeting our brothers. These are the only guard units that should trouble us.
“However, the morale of the guardsmen will be stronger due to the presence of those damned Lightbringers. Their Captain is mine. Squad Norstro will accompany me and deter any threats that would prevent me from reaching their Captain. With him dead the astartes will lack leadership and the Imperial Guard will begin to buckle. Once the space marine threat is eliminated, take prisoners from the guardsmen. The strength of the war host is entirely unknown at this point, and it would help to have the support of locals who know the Imperial defenses.
“We will destroy the Lightbringers piece by piece, starting with this company before us. Palmyra is still ours for the taking, Brother Sergeants.”
The Sergeants saluted and Carcerus dismissed them, mentally preparing himself for the battle to come. He uttered a silent prayer to the Dark Gods, asking that they bless him once more so that he might win victory for them. Once finished, he picked up his weapons, which he had laid before him, and waved his men forward. As one they burst through the foliage and charged the Imperial position.
Carcerus’ bolt pistol ripped holes into the chests of the three closest guardsmen as he barreled through their ranks. Lasguns crackled all around him, accompanied by thrusting bayonets and combat knives, but Carcerus ignored these minor annoyances and left them for his brothers to contend with.
The heavy bolters fell lifeless at the same time the first Leman Russ Battle Tank exploded, showering nearby guardsmen with flaming debris. A trooper ran several feet, his entire body ablaze, before a Word Bearers bolter mercifully cut him down.
Carcerus broke through the ranks of guardsmen and found himself facing a line of Lightbringers tactical squads. At least thirty bolters barked as the company captain ordered the front line to open fire. The shells zoomed towards the Dark Apostle, but in the same moment that the marines fired, Carcerus vaulted over an inactive turret and into the Lightbringers trench.
The space marines were taken by surprise as Carcerus discarded his now empty bolt pistol and gripped Nethrazuhl with both hands. He could hear the daemon weapon’s glee, a baleful screeching almost too high-pitched to hear, as he stabbed the accursed crozius into the chest plate of the nearest astartes. Nethrazuhl pushed entirely through the marine’s chest, its wing-shaped blades exiting the body as Carcerus turned the weapon and drew the marine in close. A dozen bolter rounds impacted off the Lightbringer’s body, forming an armored shield that Carcerus took full advantage of.
With a twist of his weapon, he kicked the corpse off of Nethrazuhl’s shaft and swung it around in the same motion, decapitating the head of another Lightbringer. One marine lunged towards Carcerus with a closed fist, but Carcerus turned the blow aside with his right hand and counterattacked, slicing Nethrazuhl through the marine’s torso.
“You!” Carcerus bellowed as he stood atop the fallen Lightbringers and pointed at their captain. “I am Carcerus the Usurper, Apostle of the Dark Gods! Submit to the will of Lorgar, or suffer the consequences!”
The captain hefted his thunder hammer and glared at Carcerus. “Vile Chaos spawn! I am Captain Braswell of the Third Lightbringers Company and the only consequence today will be your death, traitor,” he said as he waved his men aside.
Carcerus launched himself forwards, swinging Nethrazuhl in a wide arc that the Lightbringer sidestepped with ease. The Dark Apostle expected this however and threw a vicious attack with his elbow, but the enemy captain used his shoulder pad to deflect the blow.
The battle around them came to a halt as the two champions struck blow after blow, their weapons sending fragments of ceramite flying in all directions. Lord Carcerus had experience and speed on his side, but Captain Braswell’s thunder hammer and durable terminator armor, though slower, could easily spell the end of Carcerus with one solid blow. Carcerus reveled in the duel, happy to have an opponent who was almost a challenge.
He swung low, aiming at Braswell’s feet, but the captain jumped forwards, over the strike and swung backwards with his hammer. Carcerus ducked under the blow without a second thought and used the momentum to spin him around in an attack aimed for Braswell’s ribcage. Nethrazuhl became wedged in Braswell’s armor as it fought Carcerus for mastery.
Carcerus exerted his will over the daemon weapon, pulling it free, but buying Braswell enough time to bring his arms up for a powerful blow that would cleave Carcerus in two. However, when he brought the hammer crashing down, Carcerus was no longer there. He laughed when Braswell’s face showed the realization that Carcerus’ hesitation with the weapon had been a mere feint. Carcerus sliced outwards with Nethrazuhl, removing Braswell’s hands from their wrists. He then launched a powerful sidekick that forced Braswell to the ground, despite his bulky terminator armor.
The Word Bearer laughed as he placed on of his feet on Braswell’s chest and announced, “This world is ours Space Marine.”
With that he stooped down and cupped Braswell’s head in his hands. Braswell’s screams of pain echoed around him as scorching flames engulfed his head, melting the skin and muscle until there was nothing but bone. The Word Bearers cheered and flung themselves upon the Imperials, who crumbled underneath the ferocity of the Chaos assault. Carcerus ripped Braswell’s skull from his carcass and brandished it high with a terrible cry. Vengeance would be his.
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YEEEAH CARCERUS ROCKS! Slaughter them all! Kill the Loyalist Marines! Let them feel the sting of Chaos! DIE Imperial Scum! Lapdogs of the FALSE Emperor! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Unfortunately he has missplaced a pair of guardsmen.... :shifty:
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I thought it was pretty funny when Carcerus makes his little feint and f****s Braswell up^_^. Good job, I'd give you some rep, but I'm not allowed.
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Well if you liked that you should read the rest of Lyran's chapter:
‡ Lyran's Word Bearer Chapters - Part 1 & 2 (Word Bearers story, part one), Part 3 (Word Bearers story, part three), Part 4 (Word Bearers story, part four), Part 5 (Word Bearers story, part five), Part (Word Bearers story, part six) 6 (Word Bearers story, part six), Part 7 (Word Bearers story, part seven), Part 8 (Word Bearers story, part eight), Part 9 (Word Bearers story, part nine), Part 10 (Word Bearers story, part ten), Part 11 (Word Bearers story, part eleven), (Word Bearers story, part twelve)Part 12, ...‡
Well at the risk of promoting my own stuff - you might want to read my own fluff - since Lyran's Word Bearers are an integral part of the story ^^ Not to mention Lyran did all of Carcerus' dialogues and such.
I just remembered the one thing that could have been missing from the story. Seeing Kali in her new armour fly off and swoop down, impaling some happless Marine - or picking him up and tossing him from really - really high
Last edited by Adahn; April 7th, 2007 at 10:10.
Very impressive story so far. Now that I finished my short story, I figured I'd read your stuff since you were so supportive of my own work. I have to say I'm very impressed.
I am particularly interested in seeing how you destroy an entire chapter, or at least destroy most of it.
One thing I am curious about though, is what can get him mad. I know that losing his forces and dealing with the foolishness of the Imperium is troublesome, but what would make him go out of control?
On a side note, I'm having trouble finding the 2nd chapter, but I think I was able to get thej ust of what happened.
I am heading off to the Peace Corps. It is bery likely I will not be back. Good luck to all of you endeavors.
thanks guys. i appreciate the compliments, and once school slows down a bit i will jump back into the fluff writing
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