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    Quick cap review - Guy from necromunda gets recruited by the imperium for a special job.... but not in the usual fashion..

    Recruitment.

    Bortex sniffed the night air deeply. High on a pile of slag he waved his boys forward and proceeded down the hill his meltagun pointing proudly into the night sky. The Wyrd the gang had hired was acting up, throughout the mission he'd gotten more nervous and had developed a slight facial tick. Bortex kept one eye on him at all times. The last thing he needed was a pyrotechics display giving way their position to every bit of scum in the underhive.
    This was a dangerous place to say the least and half of his gang were as green as out of date cheese. A raid by some ratskins had wiped out 5 of his boys including his Armourer. So, now with only basic weapons and his meltagun they headed out to search Archeotech.
    Oscar, a juve, only 17 years old had been bugging Bortex for weeks now. He wanted to move up to full gang member. Admittadly hed been in the gang a long time now. Bortex had picked him up in a backwater boozer trying to pilfer his wallet. He was 14 then, he looked alot older now. Gang life had toughened his skin but he'd never lost his childish charm that had stopped Bortex slitting his throat back in that bar.
    Realising he was day-dreaming Bortex came back to reality. Leading his groopies through the hive tunnels. He sent Oscar up front to take point. "Get your ass up front Os." he grunted. His deep voice booming down the tunnels. Oscar looked stunned. "Come on you little punk you want it, you got it now move!". Oscar obeyed a huge smile ear-to-ear.
    Jogging upfront the youngsters pants sagged round his backside and Bortex laughed quietly.
    Oscar took position and slowed to a walk. Keeping a vigilant eye out for hidden enemies he began to think of his intiation that was to come. Surely being given point meant he would be made ganger. A slight beep emmanated to Os' left. He halted, flicked his head to the side and pointed his autopistol in the direction of the sound. "What is it Os?" Bortex shouted his hand raised, the signal to stop. Most gangers crouched and checked their wepaons were locked and cocked. A ganger with an unusually large mohawk covered the rear.
    "Err i dunno maybe a....." His words were cut mercilessly short by a small explosion. Nails and bolts ripped through Oscars body. A small few came out the otherside. One piece of the white hot shrapnel that had been propelled with the heart of the blast hit Bortex in the left eye. Knocking him off his feet.
    Everyone was on the ground. Bortex lifted his head just in time to see Oscars body start convulsing. His eye poured blood and he felt a searing pain behind his mangled eye. With his good eye he noticed figures stepping over the young mans body. They firedd rifles over his head, he couldnt tell what kind. He slid backwards trying to stand. More men followed the others gunning down his team. One of the men, a big one, swiftly approached the floored Bortex. He stood on Bortex's hand as it reached for his meltagun. "Imperial?!" Bortex exclaimed noticing the soldiers incignia. "Only just." said the Imperial pawn before butting Bortex in the head with his rifle.
    Upon waking Bortex fell, the sensation of falling was strange it lasted only a short time but he did have the time to take it in before he hit the floor. Something on his face hit the floor and pushed into his skull. Strange servo noises vibrated to his inner ear, emmanating from his left eye. Blinking hi good eye his tried to gain his vision. "Floor tiles." he said.. "Good". Looking up: "Wall.. good." Everything seemed fine. He stood slowly using the bed he'd fallen off for support. He was in some sort of medilab. Suddenly the door swooshed open and a man entered in a long white, generally unthreatening coat. Suddenly out of the corber of his eye a neon green outlined square zoomed around the man and tracked his movement with grid refernces and co-ordinates. "What the..!" Bortex realed back but the Green square surrounded the man still. Bortex looked away. The man in white began to try to calm him. Bortex shuck him off he knew what was wrong with him. You meet many people in the hive. Many have bionic eyes.
    After being brought something to eat, being told absolutely nothing and noticing that his room was guarded Bortex was addressed by woman in Imperial uniform. She informed him of his situation. He was aboard the Imperial ship Foundation, Part of the fleet headed for the Domacles system. The fleet had passed the planet Necromunda and someone onboard, he wasnt told who, had ordered him brought aboard. Unfortuanatly the clever Imperials had sent a Catachan Deathworld veteran squad to go get him and theyd used it as a chance to get some practise in. Afterall it's a long way from Catachan to the Domacles system.
    The meeting ended up with Bortex trying to strangle the Imperial bitch but one of the guards shoved the barrel of a lasgun up his nose and he'd let go.
    Bortex still had no idea why he was here on this godforaken floatin' crate but he bet his bottom dollar it had something to do with that divine old fart with all the wires coming outta his head who whas kinda in charge. You could always bank on the Imperium to come along and screw things up for everyone.


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    Write more! Write more!

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    i would cheese... but no one else seems bothered

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    Write more. Its very good and i want to know what happens (and if he kills something)
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    Part 2 - The Man

    Bortex was being frog marched down a long corridor toward a strange wooden door, incredibly out of place on this metal behemoth. As they approached the doors opened to reveal a large office. Huge floor to ceiling windows lined the back wall and Bortex could see they were at the back of the ship. The huge exhausts stretched out below the windows and spat their nuclear waste gas' deep into the vast nothing. A huge desk sat infront of the window facing the door and the back of a chair stared at him as he was pushed to his knees before the desk.
    The huge doors sealed behind him and the guards behind him backed off. Bortex snarled at the chair, his hands were cuffed behind his back and he pulled at them in vain. Whoever was in this chair ordered the killing of his gang, his friends, Oz.
    Bortex pushed his thumb out its socket with his other hand. The two guards had entered a small room off to the side of this office. "Welcome Bortex old friend." came a voice.
    "Who's that?!" Bortex shouted while pulling his dislocated thumb and the rest of his hand free of the cuffs which now dangled freely around his other wrist. He left his hands behind his back and began to scan the room for a possible exit.
    "Don't you remember me? Well I'm not surprised." came the voice again.
    Bortex had had enough all ready. The guards had gone and he'd seen his chance.
    "Why don't you just tell me who you are ***** ball. I'm getting mighty *****ed with you and your boys messing with my mojo."
    The chair began to spin slowly. A power armour clad arm rest on the arm of the chair. Bortex moved on to one knee ready to pounce. The chair spun more a long plume of bright red hair travered down the side of the space marines helmet. FELONIUS! The images of Bortex's burning settlement flooded his mind. Felonius had led the scout party that had laid waist to his family and friends. Bortex had escaped with his life and nothing more. Everyone he knew had died, burned by the Emporers word and Felonius' wrath.
    Bortex let out a roar and punced onto the desk. By the time felonius had spun fully round Bortex was on him. The chair crashed to the ground the Bortex rolled off the marine, swiping his boltpistol as he went. The two gaurds hurried through the door, weapons drawn. Bortex slid off the safety and ducked down behind the desk. The guards slowly entered the room searhing for what had made the noise. Felonius began to rise as Bortex pushed himself under the desk. he put his hand down on the brackets that held the desk to the floor and banged his head on a bar behind him. Felonius was staring at him now and was about to reach out and grab him when Bortex fired the boltpistol.
    The shot ricoshaid (sp?) off the glass behind felonius and pinged off the inner hull. Felonius spun his head, ducking down to avoid the shot. A crack shot down the window. "You little *****.. Youve killed us all." Felonius shouted. The guards pelted behind the desk and drew their sights on Bortex. The crack grew further toward the other edge of the panel. Bortex turned slowly and clicked the other edge of his cuffs to the metal bar behind him. Felonius jumped to his feet as quick as a guy in power armour could. "Shoot him!" he shouted.
    The crack in the glass gave way. The two guards went first with the intitial explosion of the glass as the air rushed out the room. Bortex had both arms gripping the bar and was started to float up hi legs flailing out the desk. Felonius' extra weight helped him keep his footing and he gripped the desk. Bortex decided this guys had been around long enough and began to kick him trying desperatly to push him out the window. The sirens started to go and the shutters began to descend to cover the breach. Bortex held on to the bar tight with his cuffed hand and grabbed the Bolt Pistol out his belt with the other. Lining up a good shot bortex bit his tongue and squeezed the trigger. The shot hit Felonius in the kneecap sending his legs flying out from underneath him, closely follwed by the rest of him. He span as he felw through the window bouncing off the closing shutters. Boretx watched him disapear into the blackness as the shutters closed and gravity returned.
    Using the boltpistol he fired off the chain on his cuffs and clambered out from under the desk.
    Breathing deeply he thought what to do next. He'd just killed an Imperial Commander and two guards and was in the middle of a few thousand marines with no way out. More guards were probably on their way to see what the problem is too. Bortex headed for the side room. It was a locker room. Armour hung on the wall and uniforms lined cupboards and lockers. Looking around Bortex found some of Felonius' distinctive power armour. The huge red plume of hair, the special Blood Angel shoulder pad.
    Bortex raised an eyebrow.


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    Hope you like.. lemme know what you think....
    Also lemme know what else you think old Bortex should get up to to really mess with the imprium.

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    he should steal the power armour and go around odering people to do really retarded things and make marines kill the imperial guards and stuff. Keep writing, we need more.
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    Ok, just had time to read the first paragraph. It grabbed my attention and I'll probably try to read the rest tomorrow.

    One comment: Continuity error: They are in the "Underhive" and yet they are "smelling the night air" and looking at "the night sky?" How does that happen?

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    Thanks for the positive comments guys.. Ill write somemore tomorow maybe.

    Youre right finnigan.. Youll just have to imagine theyre 'Smelling the thick air' and 'looking at the rafters'

    i think I screwed up cause I was thinking alot about Deathworld Veterans at the time...

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    Part 3 - Fake I.D.

    Bortex screwed on his last glove and rose. The power armour assisted his movement gracefully. It didn't restric him at all. It felt like an extension on his muscles, a toughned shell for his fragile body. Bortex strode confidently out the small room into a corridor. Guards streamed down one corridor towards him..

    "Sir, Sir what's happened?" called the lieutenant as the men came to halt before him. Bortex spoke proud "A little mishap, the prisoner has.. left the ship under his own steam." With that he strode off past all the guards. Therir rifles at attention to his side. He tried not to pay too much attention. Like he'd seen it all before.

    Walking down corridor after corridor Bortex thought about what to do next. He had no idea where he was going. He needed a ship. Rounding a corner a guard stood post at a door. Bortex strode up to the young man and stood less than a foot away from him. The man stood to attention. "What are you doing boy?" said Bortex.
    "Waiting for orders sir." quivered the man.
    "Get your pansy as down to the shuttle ports now soldier and report to Sergeant Faliatio IMMEDIATLY!!!, Now, now, now, now, now!" The man jumped a foot into the air before setting off down the corridor, a tear in his eye. Bortex laughed and set off after the poor young misguided soul. "Move it, move it" Bortex ran a few feet behind the man. His armour making it seem effortless to a fit man like himself. The rounded hundreds of corners and went down at least 20 sets of stairs before arriving at a huge bulk-head labelled 'Port #04'. "Ok boy you can head back now. Im here, you're not needed." The man, almost entering cardiac arrest. Turned on his heels. Like a lemming heading for the cliff he set off back up the stairs.

    Bortex Walked toward the door, a small room on the left of it housed some more guards. Upon seeing him they both rushed out and saluted. "For the Emporer" they chanted.
    "Open this door..." Bortex said bluntly. The guards stared blankly at him, then at each other. "For the Emporer" he added. One of the guards ran back inside and opened the door.

    Inside Bortex saw rows and rows of different ships a few space marines were finsihing loading into drop pods. 'Strange'he thought. Bortex's curiosity was always what got him into trouble. It was his curiosity that had led him to Felonius the first time he'd met him. It was curiosity the first time he'd killed someone and the first time he'd hitched up one of those pretty hive girls skirts. And now... now it was gonna get him into a whole heap of ****

    Bortex was now strapped to his chair facing a few other marines who he'd just been put in charge of. They were the rabble of troops left over from all the other squads. Their were Dark Angels, Blood Angels, Ultramrines, an Imperial Fist and even a space wolf who didnt seem to talk much.

    The drop-pod began to move. He'd been ushered in by a member of the crew as Felonius' squad had already sealed as was departing. Bortex saw his chance to get off the sticking space hulk of a ship. He always did like to go with the flow.

    "Do I know any of you?" Bortex shouted above the grinding mechanisms moving their pod. All the marines shook their heads. Bortex removed his helmet. His scarred face and bionic eye stared at his men. If he was going into battle he better get them on his side.
    "Are we all equipped suficiently." he said.
    "Aye sir." came the reply.
    "Good. And what is this squads name?"
    "Call sign Lucky Dip sir" said one of the Ultramarines proudly.
    "F*** that" shouted Bortex "This ain't no pansy ass operation no more. Now we're the Adelphi."

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    post more i will will ahve o shoot you. More i say! its a very good story so far.
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