The
ship shuttered in explosion, rousing a mighty figure clad in highly ornate
artificer armour. The bronze laurels
glinted in the red emergency lighting, his red eye visors of his Mark V deep
blue helmet blazed in psychic energy, his anger flaring at the non-stop attacks
his crew had suffered and the resentment he still felt from being forced to
abandon his fortress monastery and from his chapter. He was always dressed for battle, war was in
his nature, and he fought an unrelenting battle of the mind and arm. This long trip had tested his mental
fortitude and was a constant fight against the voices laying in the warp.
Chapter
Master Icarus of the Angels of Silence hefted up his power spear, the Redeemer, and checking the power sword Judgment was secure on his hip, never a
battle too large, never an enemy too far.
Rising slowly from his kneeling position, he stood for a moment to gather
his thoughts before rushing through his quarters massive doors, designed
specifically for the large bronze wings on his back, which adorned the greatest
hero’s of the chapter. He was one of the
last, but he would not die now. Glaring
down the corridor, highly ornate walls surrounded him, most days it gave him
comfort in the beauty of it.
It was
dark, so dark, there was a massive power loss in the ship, and this would make
fighting tough for the imperial crew on this ship, which Icarus needed to keep
this ship in one piece. Sudden blasts of
bolt gunfire and horrendously familiar roars, and screams, grabbed his
attention, and he knew one thing; Daemons had come aboard his ship again, and
they weren’t small in number.
“Throne,
these hell beast of Khorne will not leave us be,” grumbled to himself as he
began his way through the dark hallways.
Scanning the corridors and hallways with his helmets built in
Auspex. It picked up no trace of life
signs nor was it able to track the noises, it seemed like they were coming from
every direction.
Reaching
an intersection, a burst of loud roars and screams, whipping his head around
seeing he had been caught off guard by large red humanoid beasts, with several
large horns protruding from their elongated skulls, swinging around disgusting
large Hellblades, which looked to be posed to tear apart his armour in seconds
if he did not act fast. His hand whipped
out in front of him sending a large blast of psychic energy in front of them,
staggering their charge just enough for him to launch a bolt of lightning from
his spear and engage a short burst from his jump pack.
The
roar of the angel, the flames of hate blasting out from the short-range burst
of power, smashing right into the group knocking them back and staggering them
back into the walls to regain their footing.
Icarus’s spear swiftly pierced one bloodletters through his red chest
dissolving the beast into nothingness in the brutality of his spear. Swinging around fluently jabbing the spear
straight into another’s wickedly horned head cleaving it in two sending the
beast crumpling onto the floor.
Daemons
were not afraid of such a man, two of their number may be down, but three still
stood, more blood for the rest of them, one skull for the skull throne. They bashed at Icarus with their evil swords,
each one either meeting his spear in a mighty block, and others glancing off
his armour causing no real damage, his armour was too well made for such simple
blades to pierce through.
Icarus
would take advantage of their boldness, and deftly unsheathe Judgment from its housing, slashing
quickly cutting another bloodletter in half, spilling its daemon-tainted blood
across the walls and its brethren. They
howled in rage and fury of only servants of the blood god could, redoubling
their efforts to bring this Angel of Silence down.
The
speed of Icarus attacks never failed, using his spear to block their strikes, and
his sword slashing at the daemons, granting no quarter and giving no rest. Stims flooded his system keeping his muscles
from cramping and his vision clear. He
quickly gave a solid chop at the bloodletter to his left removing an arm, and
with the follow through he stabbed Redeemer
into its chest unleashing a torrent of psychic energy blasting it apart. The remaining daemon glanced his blade off
his angel winged pauldron on his right sending a shot of pain through his arm,
he could tell however it had failed to break through.
“Begone off my ship you daemon filth and pray
you never see me again!”
With that, he brought both weapons
back and stabbed hard into the bloodletters guts and unleashed his own brand of
rage upon the soon to be dead bloodletter.
Blue flames burst from the lenses of his helmet and rolled down his
arms, coiling like a snake, and leaped from his power armoured gauntlets and
smashed into the bloodletter with the power of an thunderhammer, disintegrating
into absolute nothingness.
“I have to find my honour guard, we
need to regroup,” He touched the Vox bead on his helmet, “Bridge status report,
and how big is this incursion? What is the state of the Gellar Field? Are we
out of the warp finally?”
There was no rely but static, he
would have to figure this out the hard way, by finding out for himself. He gathered his wits about him and set off
towards the command center, hoping to find alive troops to help reclaim this
ship in the name of the Emperor…
