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“Holy throne!” Larson cried as the Chimera was hit by a lascannon shot that pierced its rear armor. Banks wrestled with the controls in an attempt to keep the vehicle on its tracks, but failed as a second volley of heavy fire launched the Chimera off the ground. For an excruciating three seconds the transport was airborne, before landing on the ground with a heavy thud, its now trackless wheels still spinning in the air.
With a cough, Larson pulled himself from the wreckage, hauling Banks’ unconscious body as he went. He heard a pair of boots land beside him and looked up to see Commissar Junate looming over him with a viciously cold smile.
“I thank you for your attempt, Lieutenant. If you had stayed in your cell, it might’ve taken me weeks to arrange your execution, but now you are responsible for the deaths of two of your fellow guardsmen. You attempted to escape my facility. Now, you are no longer a Lieutenant of the Palmyra Planetary Defense Force, but an escapee. Goodbye, Larson.”
Junate aimed his bolt pistol at Larson’s forehead, but in a blur his hand disappeared and blood streamed from his wrist. He dropped to his knees, clutching the bloody stump that was his wrist. A woman stood over him, blood dripping from the twin sickles held in her hands. She raised one to her lips and slowly licked the blood from the blade.
One of the storm troopers gave a cry and opened fire on her, but she propelled herself upwards and landed feet first on the man’s shoulders. He was crushed underneath the impact, but she rolled to prevent any damage to herself and stood up, disemboweling another one of the storm troopers with her deadly blades.
She was a whirlwind of destruction as she tore through the storm troopers. When she stopped moving, there was one man left, who threw down his weapon and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. The woman shook blood from her wings, took aim, and threw a sickle so that it lodged itself into the back of the man’s skull. He fell to the ground with a thud, sending a small cloud of dust flying out from underneath him.
Behind her, Junate scrabbled forward in attempt to reach his fallen pistol, which was still attached to his lifeless right hand. The woman turned around, the sun reflecting off her skintight carapace armor, and planted one of her feet on Junate’s back.
There was a terrifying beauty to her, despite the blood that dripped from her armor. Her skin was pale, contrasting with the pair of powerful blue eyes that emanated strength and vitality. She had a pair of pouty lips, a deep red that contrasted just as strongly with her alabaster skin. The black carapace she wore barely contained her voluptuous figure, leaving nothing to the imagination. A set of wings protruded from her back, which folded into her armor.
“Captain Jerome Larson,” she said, her voice a melodious tone that Larson could not help but pay attention to. “My name is Kali, and I am an emissary of Lord Carcerus the Usurper, Dark Apostle of the Word Bearers. This is the second, and last time that you will be offered this choice. The Imperium is a corpse created by a corpse god who cares little of his people. You have seen what will happen to you if you remain with the Imperials. Chaos has extended the hand of friendship. Take it, and you will find your place amongst the stars. Chaos is freedom.”
Larson met Kali’s gaze with an unwavering stare, despite the threatening aura she projected.
“You speak of heresy,” he replied. “The Emperor protects. That is all there is in the ****ed up galaxy.”
Kali laughed softly. “Does he really, Captain? Look around you. His slaves are dead at your feet. These men would have killed you, in the name of your false Emperor.”
“How can I betray everything that I have sworn to uphold?” Larson asked, practically shouting.
“You already have,” Kali countered as she licked the last of the blood from her remaining kama and sheathed it at her waist. She then retrieved the matching blade and did the same. “You killed Imperial soldiers. Even if your superiors never find out about this, you will never forget it. You will never forget how this man here,” she said, pointing to Junate, “Almost succeeded in executing you because of suspected heresy. I have seen into your soul Larson. You despise the bureaucracy that plagues the Imperium. Chaos is simply the means to eliminate those who would act out of greed and ignorance, such as our commissar friend here.”
After his experience with Commissar Junate, Larson knew that Kali was right. He tore his eyes from the woman’s curvaceous figure and turned to Banks. He saw in the Sergeant’s eyes the decision that he had just come to.
He turned back to the woman and answered, “Despite my best efforts, the Imperium considers me nothing but a traitor and a failure. After all we’ve been through, I’ve realized that there is no God-Emperor. The Emperor was not there when we fought against the Word Bearers, and he’s not here right now. He was not there when men I’ve known all my life, and boys who were finally ready to become men, were slaughtered before Lord Carcerus’ forces. There is no God-Emperor. Chaos is the only solution.”
Kali smiled and stooped down, retrieving Junate’s pistol and handing it to Larson.
“You know what you have to do,” she said quietly.
Larson pointed the gun at Junate’s groaning form and pulled the trigger until the gun clicked empty.
Last edited by 10th Lyran; April 19th, 2007 at 04:23.
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Woohoo ^_~ Alright Kali. She's one hot mamasita. Awesome chapter Lyran as usual.
No Larson, don't! Ah, crap. Oh well, one more fine soldier lost to the evil forces of Chaos. Great piece. Now I'm curious to see how everything will converge together; Carcerus, Larson, Felmoor, and the Lightbearer grandmaster all seem to be in a collision course with each other.
I am heading off to the Peace Corps. It is bery likely I will not be back. Good luck to all of you endeavors.
and a yet to be introduced Ultramarines character
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The plot Thickens!
yes, like congealed gravy
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