I banged this out in a sleep deprived state at 2am the night before we had to leave for perth. Unfortunately i wasnt able to get it printed on some pretty paper so it didnt get to see the light of day
all well! here it is!
Inquisitor Gideon squinted through the harsh sunlight of the forgeworld Teras, he surveyed the ruined hab blocks that surrounded him. He had been searching for days forâ€¦â€¦somethingâ€¦â€¦it was a presence, an almost tangible sentience that he felt scratching at the psychic shields he had prepared for this very encounter. One can never be too careful as an Inquisitor from the Ordo Malleus. The many creatures of the warp that Inquisitor Gideon had sent screaming back to the warp were always watchingâ€¦waiting for their chance at revenge.
He had been lead to this war torn forgeworld on a hunt for a daemonic artefact he had heard tell of years past, and had been following its path of destruction for longer than he could remember. However he believed that this would be his best chance at retrieving the foul device and bringing it back to the vaults of Malleus for safe keeping. He expected resistance and had requested a small contingent of grey knights from the Golden Order. They were known for their almost fanatical reverence of the god emperor and his elite cadre known as the Adeptus Custodes. A sole skilled Vindicare assassin known only as Cinder rounded out the group. Her silence was unnerving but her aim was true and her faith strong.
Gideon was broken from his reverie by the sharp hiss of his vox. The low husky voice of Cinder advised him that there was a large band of Chaos Cultists gathered around what appeared to be a destroyed Crusader pattern Land Raider. There were no survivors in sight. Gideon knew that he must act quickly lest the gene seed of the fallen be stolen by his tainted brethren the Chaos Marines. Quickly he ordered Cinder to keep watch from a ruined and crumbling tower while he lead his small force of Grey Knights towards the wreck. They ducked behind a collapsed hab block, the purifiers ready, and their psycannon waiting on Gideonâ€™s word. Cinders voice hissed over his vox once more advising of a small band of rabid Khorne Berserkerâ€™s also inspecting the wreckage. Knowing that the element of surprise was of the utmost importance, Gideon ordered Cinder to scan for priority targets and fire on his mark.
Once a member of the proud World Eaters and loyal to the corpse god emperor, Brick had only a momentâ€™s hesitation before embracing Khorne and the thrill and fury of battle and the joyous bloodshed in the name of the blood god. Since then he had been on a path of the chosen, slaughtering his way in his godâ€™s violent favour. He surveyed the wreck, looking for the sword Lord Kharn had told him to retrieve; anxious to please Lord Kharn becauseâ€¦.wellâ€¦everyone knew what happened when you were on his bad sideâ€¦..or his good sideâ€¦.well, when you were beside him really. Brick looked down at his blood spattered red and brass armour, watching the trail of gore slide off he noticed something strange. There was a spot of red moving up his chest instead of sliding down, a mask of fury covered his unhelmeted face as he roared a warning to his fellow Khorne brothers and the useless meat sacks that were the Chaos Cultists. Milliseconds later, however all too late Brick''s head snapped back as Cinders round hit home. This time it would be his blood appeasing the blood god.
Hearing the roar, Gideon and his small retinue sprang into action, psycannon and storm bolters roaring in a cacophony of violence. Several cultists fell to the initial tide of fire; however the berserkerâ€™s armour held true. It seemed Khorne would get his offering this day.
As the last cultist fell the Berserkerâ€™s hit the wall of Grey Knights like a murderous freight train, the few that had been provided with Nemesis force halberds moved with an unnatural speed skewering 2 of the rabid warriors. Gideon found himself facing off against an absolute brute of a warrior leering cruelly with a crackling power axe in hand. The warrior moved with the power and strength of someone possessed, drunk on rage and bloodshed. It was all Gideon could do to narrowly dodge the first attack, only to be kicked squarely in the chest knocking him off his feet. Overcome by battle lust the berserker dove onto Gideon trying to use his bare hands to choke the life out of the Inquisitor. Gideon struggled against the brute, pulled his bolt pistol free of its holster, levelled it at the berserkerâ€™s head and pulled the trigger. The mini warhead detonated inside the warriorâ€™s skull showering Gideon with blood, brains and bone. As he struggled onto his feet he saw that the berserkerâ€™s were all dead at the cost of three of his own men, the berserkerâ€™s cruel chain axes tearing through the grey knightâ€™s power armour.
Gideon ordered two members of the strike squad to guard the bodies until an apothecary could harvest the gene seed while he cautiously walked toward the wreck. It wasnâ€™t until the heat of battle had subsided that Gideon had realised that the scratching at his psychic shields had been getting stronger. Walking closer he couldnâ€™t help but make out something glowing inside the land raider. Kicking a few dead cultists out of the way Gideon looked upon the glowing object and knew instantly that he was gazing upon that which had been evading him for years! The fiery orange sword seemed to call to him, beckoning him closer, reeling him in with promises of strength and the power to save humankind from the ravages of the warp.
Leaning forward Gideon picked up the swordâ€¦â€¦â€¦