Post by Archon Ahkrenath on Apr 24, 2004 8:55:26 GMT
Those of you who know me from Aftermath may recognize this story which was never quite finished. Anyways:
*********************************************Squad Fenya was still investigating the hive-vessel that had landed on the surface of the maiden world. Four new shadow stalkers and a shadowlord, they were relatively inexperienced, with only one having any previous combat experience.
Feron, one of the stalkers, was walking on the sticky pulsating floor when suddenly he felt a burning liquid against his shoulder. Looking around he saw the Lictors' beading eyes staring back at him before its talons and barbed stranglers punctured his heart and lungs and went through his skull.
His cry was silent and muffled, more of a gurgle than anything but the assassin had heard it and quickly sent word to the forces outside, "It's alive."
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Only Fezir was still alive, the rest of his squad being inexperienced and either getting lost in the ship or being cut down before his eyes. Even though he was trained to be as shadow and had trained to be undetectable since he was a child it seemed to have no effect. Wherever he went he found more Tyranids.
Often he came to dead ends. There he was forced to cut his way through with the shadow blades attached to each of his arms. In other cases he had set demo charges, either as traps for following Tyranids or to make a new path for him to follow. No matter what though it was always in vain.
The ship seemed to be making walls where none had been and Fezir was sure he had gone in at least seven circles. It was hard for him to keep any sense of direction, slowly he began to lose track of time, minutes turning to hours, hours seemed like days, and finally time itself faded to nothing. He no longer knew where he was or how long he had been there. He was left with one instinct: Kill.
The lone Eldar assassin became an instrument of destruction. The very face of death. He no longer feared it, he no longer cared whether he lived or died. All he knew, all he could do was kill. Tasting the iron of his own blood slowly clotting in his mouth, the pain from his injuries seemed to fade. His arms and legs were separated from himself, he was immune to the throbbing pain from gashes and cuts that now were markers of his torn and tangled shape that had once been a tall majestic frame.
Turning around he threw a plasma grenade in the direction of onrushing gaunts. It mattered little what he hit. He seemed to have all the time in the world and the Tyranids seemed willing to give him all the targets in the world. Checking his pistols he saw he was running low on ammo. Just four clips left, though each had forty shurikens, unless aimed with great precision few would pierce through the hide and carapace of the swarm. Only one demo charge left, and down to three grenades he decided to conserve the rest.
Silently he turned in a new direction, the twisting tunnels of the organic vessel long ago disorienting him. Down the winding corridor he saw a new foe, it mattered little what. The creature stood nearly three meters tall and had no apparent head. With a quick prayer to Ynnead Fezir launched himself at the monster. Blades drawn, anger giving him strength and sustenance, he headed towards the creature, the whole time the beast stood there, silently, as if mocking him. Finally as he reached his target the duel began. The tyrant had no reason, no soul, just bred to kill. A mindless hunter. The Shadow Assassin had only one purpose now, Kill, Escape and he was fueled by revenge.
The assassin made two clean swipes across what looked like where the creature’s heart should be, both cutting deep beneath its carapace but neither wounding the creature. As a large talon swept towards him, he rolled and then jumped avoiding another talon racing towards the ground. Turning in time to a new threat he parried a large clawed hand. However he couldn't turn in time to dodge the last arm as it swiped across his shoulder. A large gash appeared across his armor and underneath he could feel the bone cracking and blood spreading. Soon venom from the claw started to corrode his cloak burning a large hole through it and into his armor. But the blow had blown him free of the beast's embrace, at least for the moment. Sternly he stood back up, unaware of the damage to his now nearly crippled left arm. A look of defiance and crazed bloodshed was seen in his eyes, the only feature on his otherwise hidden face. Tears burned down his face from the pain even though he didn't notice it. He ran at the creature parrying the two talons and using the momentum to drive him over the creature, he turned mid-air landing directly behind the creatures exposed back. He thrust his two blades into the weaker areas around the creatures’ legs hoping to at least slow it down. Then with a carried will and momentum he ducked beneath the massive creature, rolling underneath the behemoth he placed both blades into the creature’s abdomen, driving deep and tasting the ichor and blood that spilt from the wound. The creature having started turning around staggered back to see what had hit it from below. It was then that Fezir saw the things head. Dragging himself up he drove to slit its throat but was caught off guard as two massive claws grabbed him. With a burst of strength he broke free enough to strike the creatures exposed head. As he did so the creature's mouth widened, swallowing his arm.
Slowly the sinews and bone snapped under the pressure. Bright red blood started to drop from his severed left arm as the creature dropped him to the slimy floor. As the creature began to shift to kill this intruder in its home Fezir simply smiled. As the talons ripped through what remained of his left arm the grin on the assassin's face only widened. The creature began to make the coup de grace when suddenly it was taken by a fit of trembling. Fezir used what little strength he had to crawl towards the wall and then dragged himself off the ground. Sweat pouring down his face, eyes closing from fatigue, all he could do was laugh. The creature had taken the bait. Looking in wry amusement Fezir activated the rune on his other wrist. The creature exploded, splattering its life essence across the bemused assassin and across the corridor.
Finally the assassin made his way past the corridor and saw the light of the outside. He had made it, he was free. As the lone Eldar bleeding and near death walked out into the sunlight he lay down, his body a disheveled shell, his soul finally at peace, the assassin fell down and began to drift in and out of consciousness. As the other Alescain outside came to him there was nothing they could do. Fezir was dead. Quickly one of the others grabbed Fezir's spirit stone.
*********************************************Squad Fenya was still investigating the hive-vessel that had landed on the surface of the maiden world. Four new shadow stalkers and a shadowlord, they were relatively inexperienced, with only one having any previous combat experience.
Feron, one of the stalkers, was walking on the sticky pulsating floor when suddenly he felt a burning liquid against his shoulder. Looking around he saw the Lictors' beading eyes staring back at him before its talons and barbed stranglers punctured his heart and lungs and went through his skull.
His cry was silent and muffled, more of a gurgle than anything but the assassin had heard it and quickly sent word to the forces outside, "It's alive."
*********************************
Only Fezir was still alive, the rest of his squad being inexperienced and either getting lost in the ship or being cut down before his eyes. Even though he was trained to be as shadow and had trained to be undetectable since he was a child it seemed to have no effect. Wherever he went he found more Tyranids.
Often he came to dead ends. There he was forced to cut his way through with the shadow blades attached to each of his arms. In other cases he had set demo charges, either as traps for following Tyranids or to make a new path for him to follow. No matter what though it was always in vain.
The ship seemed to be making walls where none had been and Fezir was sure he had gone in at least seven circles. It was hard for him to keep any sense of direction, slowly he began to lose track of time, minutes turning to hours, hours seemed like days, and finally time itself faded to nothing. He no longer knew where he was or how long he had been there. He was left with one instinct: Kill.
The lone Eldar assassin became an instrument of destruction. The very face of death. He no longer feared it, he no longer cared whether he lived or died. All he knew, all he could do was kill. Tasting the iron of his own blood slowly clotting in his mouth, the pain from his injuries seemed to fade. His arms and legs were separated from himself, he was immune to the throbbing pain from gashes and cuts that now were markers of his torn and tangled shape that had once been a tall majestic frame.
Turning around he threw a plasma grenade in the direction of onrushing gaunts. It mattered little what he hit. He seemed to have all the time in the world and the Tyranids seemed willing to give him all the targets in the world. Checking his pistols he saw he was running low on ammo. Just four clips left, though each had forty shurikens, unless aimed with great precision few would pierce through the hide and carapace of the swarm. Only one demo charge left, and down to three grenades he decided to conserve the rest.
Silently he turned in a new direction, the twisting tunnels of the organic vessel long ago disorienting him. Down the winding corridor he saw a new foe, it mattered little what. The creature stood nearly three meters tall and had no apparent head. With a quick prayer to Ynnead Fezir launched himself at the monster. Blades drawn, anger giving him strength and sustenance, he headed towards the creature, the whole time the beast stood there, silently, as if mocking him. Finally as he reached his target the duel began. The tyrant had no reason, no soul, just bred to kill. A mindless hunter. The Shadow Assassin had only one purpose now, Kill, Escape and he was fueled by revenge.
The assassin made two clean swipes across what looked like where the creature’s heart should be, both cutting deep beneath its carapace but neither wounding the creature. As a large talon swept towards him, he rolled and then jumped avoiding another talon racing towards the ground. Turning in time to a new threat he parried a large clawed hand. However he couldn't turn in time to dodge the last arm as it swiped across his shoulder. A large gash appeared across his armor and underneath he could feel the bone cracking and blood spreading. Soon venom from the claw started to corrode his cloak burning a large hole through it and into his armor. But the blow had blown him free of the beast's embrace, at least for the moment. Sternly he stood back up, unaware of the damage to his now nearly crippled left arm. A look of defiance and crazed bloodshed was seen in his eyes, the only feature on his otherwise hidden face. Tears burned down his face from the pain even though he didn't notice it. He ran at the creature parrying the two talons and using the momentum to drive him over the creature, he turned mid-air landing directly behind the creatures exposed back. He thrust his two blades into the weaker areas around the creatures’ legs hoping to at least slow it down. Then with a carried will and momentum he ducked beneath the massive creature, rolling underneath the behemoth he placed both blades into the creature’s abdomen, driving deep and tasting the ichor and blood that spilt from the wound. The creature having started turning around staggered back to see what had hit it from below. It was then that Fezir saw the things head. Dragging himself up he drove to slit its throat but was caught off guard as two massive claws grabbed him. With a burst of strength he broke free enough to strike the creatures exposed head. As he did so the creature's mouth widened, swallowing his arm.
Slowly the sinews and bone snapped under the pressure. Bright red blood started to drop from his severed left arm as the creature dropped him to the slimy floor. As the creature began to shift to kill this intruder in its home Fezir simply smiled. As the talons ripped through what remained of his left arm the grin on the assassin's face only widened. The creature began to make the coup de grace when suddenly it was taken by a fit of trembling. Fezir used what little strength he had to crawl towards the wall and then dragged himself off the ground. Sweat pouring down his face, eyes closing from fatigue, all he could do was laugh. The creature had taken the bait. Looking in wry amusement Fezir activated the rune on his other wrist. The creature exploded, splattering its life essence across the bemused assassin and across the corridor.
Finally the assassin made his way past the corridor and saw the light of the outside. He had made it, he was free. As the lone Eldar bleeding and near death walked out into the sunlight he lay down, his body a disheveled shell, his soul finally at peace, the assassin fell down and began to drift in and out of consciousness. As the other Alescain outside came to him there was nothing they could do. Fezir was dead. Quickly one of the others grabbed Fezir's spirit stone.