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 Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 5:16 pm
CHAPTER I
Year: 40,000 AD
Month: 12th of the Imperium Calender
Location: Sactun VI/Kazun Talh, the Capital City
Black Templars 128th Crusade
The silent rumbles of the ground around him made his adrenalne rush to higher levels. Brother Matron gripped his Bolter tightly with is metalic fingers and checked the sight to see if he adjusted it properly. He could feel his heartbeat go into a frenzy as he heard the chants of his bretheren fighting for the glorious might of the Emporer.
"All lines! Prepair for charge!" Called the Command Squad.
Brother Matron reached to his side and grabbed his chainsword. The 100lbs. killing machine felt light a feather in his hands. Just to test his he hit the trigger next to hsi finger. He was rewarded with the loud humming sound of the Chain ripping through the sword.
He arose from his crouching position and rased his sword to rally his squad.
"BROTHERS! For the Emporer! To god! And all who oppose them! May this battle be looked apon by the Emporer and his Golden Throne!"
A victory cheer erupted from the men behind behind him.
The large vast group of metalic Black armor started to move forward with chants and storming feet.
And with that... The 128th Black Crusade Began....
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 5:17 pm
"Bring up the defence on the sides!" Called a voice over the roaring Gunfire.
Brother Matron let loose a flury of fire at a discusting infestation or Green molted armor and pus. It screamed and brown sluge seeped from its battle damaged Space Marine Armor.
"Send the Heritics back to their falsified Gods!" Matron called to his troops, firing another few rounds off from his Bolter.
He jumped down from his elevated position. His Armored Feet absorbed the shock as dust and dirt flew up from the impact.
Before him, and Army of Green and brown rushed towards the crusaders head on. The masses of Chaos Marines swarmed head on with their revolting casings sheilding the softest part of their being... their weakpoint...
Brother Matron felt blessed, as the holy light of the Emporer was apon him. He began to move in closer to the undefying rampage taking on in the city.
Chainsaws, Screams, and Bolter fire filled his ears as he mowed his way through his enemies. Behind him, his loyal men helping him plow the way.
"Good Men! CONTINUE YOUR PATH!" He called to them while slicing a through a Chaos Marine's iron chassis.
The thought of the traitor's deformed flesh running through the teeth of his hungry blade gave him some peace of mind. Although, he could never see how something could change the faith of a man so much, it changes him so much... he becomes.... a monster...
He was torn from his thoughts by the shouts of a Chaos Marine charging towards him. He brought his Bolter to level and unleashed a hail of fire into the beast's face and chest as it fell onto the ground in a bubbling heap of armor and rotted flesh...
He continued with his duties and killed... like he was taught...
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