Raina-Daughter of Rogal DornRaina Dorn remembered the day clearly. She had stood with her arms folded across her chest as she, her father, and select others had watched the memories of a remembrancer who had been stationed with the Sons of Horus played out. They were dark memories, of a betrayal more painful than anything else she had ever encountered.Raina-Daughter of Rogal Dorn4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
It was still painful to think of even now, a year later. Raina resided on Terra now with her father, Rogal Dorn primarch of the Imperial Fists, fortifying Terra for the coming battle. Any other time she would have been happy to be on Terra, exploring the palace, talking with the many people that were there. But as things where she stayed in her room all day and night except for the two hours each night that the training grounds under the palace would be empty.
It was on such a late evening, that Raina knew where she would find Evangeline and going there was something she would need to do there immediately.
Evangeline, a name that meant bearer of good news in the ol
Athenya-Daughter of FulgrimAthenya Tyeuthe pushed herself through the drill again, again and yet again. Each time failing to dodge or at the least parry the final attack delivered by the training cage and was knocked to the floor a new bruise blossoming somewhere on her body. Despite her failure she savored the drilling, it was the only time where thinking about the events taking place to her Father and Legion was not required. Finally, Athenya parried the final attack and disabled the cage. She put the huge axe she had been drilling with to the side and took up her two handed sword, her favorite weapon. A gift from her Father long ago when she had first completed her training.Athenya-Daughter of Fulgrim4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Athenya had met her father, Fulgrim primarch of the Emperor's Children, shortly after her fourteenth birthday. It was a monumental moment for her, looking back she wondered why she had never asked her mother many questions about her father.
Athenya lived an average childhood, or an almost average childhood, she had been almost six feet ta
Silus Meets Graham.(Before you read, be aware that this is just an excerpt. That is all. As you were.)Silus Meets Graham.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Silus was ready to saw up the tribals that now surrounded Nicole in an oddly protective way, but at her chirping voice, he spun on his heel amid the blood and muck to see the assailant. A bullet whizzed past his head, nearly taking off his helmet, but it met the mark it was intended for. The Centurion faltered, alarmed, but then snapped back around when he saw the strange figure.
Silus couldn't even glance over at Nicole, who watched the man as well. The Centurion shouldn't have been so afraid of someone who looked so helpless, wrapped in gauze, but that someone had just shot a moving target at a moment's notice, and his aim was the surest Silus had ever seen. Even from here, Silus could read SLCPD SWAT and he knew what it meant, only from hearing Vulpes's stories of Salt Lake City.
He choked, faltered, and stood stonily in place
Children of War Children of WarChildren of War4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
'It is my firm belief that the use of child-soldiers be instated in all of the Guard's armies. This shows the enemy not only that our entire populace is determined to die rather than surrender, it also shows them we turn usual victims of war into able bodied soldiers, that can fight for the defense of their world, their families, their livelihood.'
Throne Agent, V.I-2IThrone Agent, V.I-25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Bloodfall V, Hazeroth Sub
"Shas'vre, new activity from the vessel."
Shas'vre M'yen narrowed his red eyes; his mouth wrinkled into a frown. He turned to the sensor-operator. "What is it now?" he asked in Low Gothic - it was the Commander's policy to have his men speak in the Human language, so as to better interact... especially in situations like this one.
"They're sending down a shuttle," the sensor-operator said, excitedly.
"It's about time," M'yen hissed, hefting his pulse carbine as he stepped towards the airlock. "Get ready to check them," he said to the surrounding Fire Warriors, all clad in the same uniform of blue-gray and ruby. He was never easy about arms deals.
After a few minutes of patient waiting, M'yen spied the sensor-operator grow anxious again. "They've landed! Picking up several individuals getting off... grouping suggests they've got heavy cargo."
"That's our thrones gelt," M'yen sob
One For My Baby...Not that it was cold in Novac at night, or well anywhere in the Mojave for that matter, but I could almost feel myself shaking in my boots. I was tempted to pull the hood of my raggedy pink hoodie over myself, but honestly, I figured I'd look like even more of an awkward, spooked outsider than I already did. After busting my ass to get to a bed I could call my own, here I was, helping some jerk of a....what was he? Soldier, ex-soldier? get revenge on his dead wife.One For My Baby...5 years ago in Settings More Like This
It was less than 24 hours since I'd met Craig Boone, and he unsettled me, to put it bluntly. He spoke cryptically, more like some kind of fortune teller than a big man with a big gun. In the short span of our relationship, I had spoken with a few people about this "Carla" who apparently everyone despised, even Manny...and Manny was one of the few people in the town I'd actually gotten to like. Yet it ended up being No-Bark who gave me the most helpful advice.
A Failed AssaultThe lone Valkyrie dropship sped towards friendly lines, its left engine sputtering and streaking black acrid smoke. Jinking and turning to avoid the massive barrage of incoming flak it raced home at speeds it was never designed to cope with.A Failed Assault4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Inside the valkyrie a pair of medics worked franticly to patch together the three remaining wounded troopers. They had been fourteen of them when the valkyrie had extracted them from the field of blood and gore. All but the three remaining had died from their wounds, four being too wounded to even try to help and the rest died during attempts to save their lives. The floor was slick with blood and other bodily fluids and the air inside reeked of sweat, fear, blood and death. Yet the medics pushed themselves to their limits and beyond in the cramped space to save the remaining broken troopers.
Gant Kennoc lay on one of the valkyries medgurneys, slowly slipping closer to unconsciousness and hearing the groans and cries of his two remaining squadmembe
A Calico Mother - TG VoreMukat's teeth ripped through the flesh, the tough meat shredding itself against his teeth, his guiding more in already even as he swallowed. He shoved more in as he swallowed, reaching down blindly for more, and wincing when his hand touched the still hot eggs. He grabbed the orange juice instead, letting the cool glass sooth his burns a little as he swallowed, a little too soon. He nearly choked on the bacon, its rough texture catching at his throat a few times before finally going down.A Calico Mother - TG Vore4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Breakfast was almost always an adventure for a vore artist.
He smirked at that, glancing back to where his computer lay. He was working on a picture of Calico again; thinking of giving her a few ships to take on. He hadn't touched her since the end of the contest. She might be lonely, or something.
He went back to his breakfast, picking up the crispiest piece of bacon and slipping it into his mouth. It made a satisfying crunch, the slight taste of charcoal mixing with the savory meat. The eggs were st
Throne Agent, V.I-1IThrone Agent, V.I-15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Trojus, Ixaniad Sector
Dig. Dig. Dig.
That was what he had been ordered to do, and so he did it.
Dig. Dig. Dig.
The word lingered on his mind - it was the only thing he could think about as he dug out the shallow grave.
Dig. Dig. Dig!
The more he thought about it, the more his anger and his grief boiled over. He was not used to coping with these emotions; never before had he needed to.
He gasped as he lobbed the final load of soil into the pile, and then climbed up out of the hole. He let the shovel fall from his hands, and stared back at the corpse. She looked so ugly, with the gas mask on, so completely uniform; simply another dead soldier. He dropped to his knees beside her, and with shaking hands, he slowly put his hands on her helmet; he cautiously slid it off her head, as though she were only sleeping. For a second, he entertained that thought - yes! Only sleeping!
He moaned as the
Iron - PrologueIronIron - Prologue3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Nuraema Secundus was a fetid backwater hive world; the tall columnar buildings projected skywards, ranging from the flat, square blocks that housed the dregs of society to the marble spires where the planetary elite lived in the lap of luxury, the buildings themselves challenged the sky to fall upon their spear-like roofs.
Compared to its parent world, Nuraema Primus, it was a festering wound upon the system after which the planets were named. Villainy ruled the lower echelons, with hive gangs constantly vying for control over the lower reaches; as far as the ruling elites were concerned, they could fight all they wanted so long as it had no impact upon the lives of those above them.
It was this world that birthed Khalaina Ferrum.
Born an orphan to a planetary official who was executed for plotting to subvert Imperial rule, and his wife whom died during childbirth, she was swiftly inducted into the Schola Progenium. Imperial doctrines were thrust upon her
InjusticeThe thrusters kicked in, the rear compartment violently shook. Bodies haphazardly were torn from the seats and into the walls and each other. The handlers stood frozen and passive as the turbulence wreaked havoc; a few relished the idea that the scum of man, killers and traitors, the so-called tough can be thrown like rag-dolls. Hydraulics and lights came to life and the rear embarkation ramp slowly lowered. Red lumin-globes flickered to green and the smell of fear wafted through the compartment as the handlers began forcefully pushing the scum of man to hell below. 'Welcome to Arkham' one of the handlers said as he shoved his fist into the face of an inmate.Injustice4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His eyes slowly open. Dried blood coats his face with a large bruise covering the right half of his face. His breathing is heavy and painful; the compressions of every breath flare the nerves of pain: broken ribs. He searches around to only find dust and filth, a slight breeze waves over him, bringing a soothing coolness to his bu
Blood for the Emperor!Commissar Phokas scanned the assembled Beastman platoon. The beastmen were a fearsome lot, covered in fur with curled horns. Their cloven hooves scratched the ground impatiently and their goatlike heads growled. They looked more like the demons of ancient mythology than soldiers of the Imperium.Blood for the Emperor!4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There were some commissars who frowned at the use of beastmen in the Imperial Guard. While Ratlings and Ogryn were generally accepted as useful, if abhuman, beastmen were prone to serve the powers of Chaos and often unrealiable. Yet it seemed to Phokas that they should at least be given the chance to prove themselves. He had also noticed that while the Beastmen lacked the brute strength of Ogryns, they made up for it with their savagery and at times, an animalistic cunning. Other commissars were entitled to their opinion, but Phokas was happy to have beastmen serve under him.
The beastmen had been kitted out in ill-fitting flak armour. They were armed with an assortment of spears, wicked-lookin
An Advisory CapacityCommissar Heraclius had been trained in the art of riding an Imperial motorcycle, but it did not come naturally to him. Charging on his iron mount always made him dizzy and he had already fallen off the huge bike twice. This was worse than riding a horse with the Rough Riders.An Advisory Capacity3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
In contrast, the Squats of the Grudborg Guild seemed to be in love with their motorcycles and kept revving them up every few minutes. They seemed an impatient lot and when not revving their bikes, they were firing their bolt pistols into the air or singing some rowdy chant in their harsh tongue. Commissar Heraclius imagined that the song's lyrics were of a lewd nature.
The Squat engineers were a good deal shorter than humans, but they made up for their lack of height with their strong muscular form. Most of them were bald, but they made up for that as well, with long, shaggy beards. Heraclius supposed that the leather jackets, emblazoned with the flaming skull emblem of their guild was a sort of uniform. They wer
Student Unions TG: Jacob and Meredith - Part 1Student Unions: Jacob and MeredithStudent Unions TG: Jacob and Meredith - Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It's Not Time To Worry Yet
The first words Jacob McBride and Meredith Holt ever exchanged with one another were, "So, she was dressed as a ham?" and "Yeah" in the middle of a group reading of To Kill A Mockingbird for their ninth-grade English class.
The group they'd been randomly placed in by their teacher, Mr. Meder, was supposed to be working together but really it was one brunette girl who wore hipster glasses and stared at the group paper like a tiger going in for a kill, two junior varsity basketball players who were trying to get through a full game of paper football without the teacher seeing (they moved their books around a bit when he came over to look as if they were just checking on something really important for the group), and a tiny hispanic girl who focused only on her page of creepy, morbid doodles.
Jacob and Meredith were seated next to each other by chance alone. They flipped through their books calmly whi
The Emperor's AcceptanceAs Commissar Phokas surveyed the fallen Eldar bodies, he heard a growl from behind him. It was the beastman, Sergeant Snaligraz.The Emperor's Acceptance3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"We have killed lots for the Emperor, Sir," said the beastman. "But many of us are dead."
"You have fought hard, Sergeant," said the commissar.
"Malkrul is really hurt, Sir."
"Let me see him, Sergeant," Phokas commanded.
Phokas was duly led to a group of beastmen who surrounded a wounded member of their platoon.
Commissar Phokas looked down at the wounded beastman and saw a painful sight. One of the beastman's curled horns was broken and his eye swollen and closed. He was bleeding from multiple wounds. Beastmen smelled foul at the best of times, but a wounded beastman was truly an accursed stench.
Phokas contemplated summoning a medic, but he had doubts about whether the beastman would survive long enough to receive ministrations. He also did not want to divert a medic from aiding the wounded humans. Priorities had to be made.
"Rest easy, Soldier," said Phoka
Combat EngineersCombat Engineers7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The shotgun's bark thundered across the tunnel, the muzzle flash suddenly banishing the darkness for a split second. It was a split second but in that one brief moment the enemy was seen: several ragged men in dusty overalls with picks, mattocks and pistols. They added their own chaotic noise and flashes to the chaos. The enemy had the numbers, the defenders could only hope that they could hold out as long as possible until reinforcements arrived.
Mining was always a very delicate undertaking. Even more so when you were digging underneath enemy positions. Things could get even hairier if the enemy knew that you were down there, then they would send their own diggers in against you. Mining and counter-mining, collapsing tunnels, raiding enemy tunnels. It was all part of the daily underground grind that took as many lives as on the surface.
A demi-squad of Death Korps combat engineers was busy putting the final touches on a special operation objective when the enemy broke through with a
Ring a ding ding, Baby Pt. 1Ring a ding ding, Baby Pt. 15 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My memory before Goodsprings was as useless as a bloatfly. I had these phases of "almost-remembering" and some things trigger them, or I'd dream about them. It's like something on the tip of your tongue that you just can't spit out. That was me, on a constant nagging basis. You can see why discovering my past wasn't really my priority. If I tried, I'd go insane. Instead, I focused on the future, and the future seemed to be in peril at the moment. Not just for me, but for the entire Mojave.
There's a lost art, I think, of following one's gut. These days, everyone around me was so intent on their troubles, their problems, and thinking out ways to fix everything for themselves, that they didn't really listen to that inner voice. With a slate wiped clean by that bullet, nothing holding me into my own dark thoughts, I think I had a lot more freedom and ability to go where the road takes me.
RJTaffyLeonDosolusCollegekidThe Day the FONV Canon Characters and OC's worlds went upside down.RJTaffyLeonDosolusCollegekid4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(and these will be UTTER craptastic but trust me. Read until the end. It will make sense then, all these little drabbles of pure shit. I couldn't ask for permission regarding OC's for a good reason, but turn on your humor. DO IT.)
It had been a long day in the Fort and pretty much everyone was ready to drop over from exhaustion. Kurt was lying on his bed, looking through some old prewar books for the hell of it. His shirt was off so he could catch the occasional breeze which would come through his tent and also because the man despised wearing anything dirty.
A few moments later, he felt the familiar touch run up his back, teasing over his spine and his eyes closed as a small smile graced his lips. Adrian. When Kurt felt the mans weight move over his back as he leaned over to whisper a greeting into the Frumentarian's ear, Kurt set down the book and let out a soft sigh. "We need to talk, Adrian....."
Vulpes in the DesertAll his life he had been a nobody. Even as a child, he was overlooked enough to the point that he started to hate, long before realizing what the emotion truly was.Vulpes in the Desert5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He'd had no friends to call his own. Always left out of the village goings-on, the boy would stay to the shadows, doing his own thing while wishing that he could participate; that someone would call him over to enjoy the various games all kids enjoyed. But he was always overlooked, excluded. He knew he didn't belong - except to be picked on now and then.
School was the worst. He had no where to hide, no where to just vanish and be alone with his own self. Developing a means by which to remain anonymous meant being as small and quiet as possible during classes, sitting in the back and not participating.
There was this girl who was about the same age as him. She, like him, was more of the loner sort, and she, like him, was never acknowledged by anyone. The girl, NOT like him, however, didn't let anyone get to her. It was as i
Metal and Blood : PrologueDust motes swirled through weak sunlight, illuminating a carpet, its colours dulled by age, a fine brass- trimmed wooden desk, and the wrecked carcass of a Servitor. This one in particular had its mechanical parts exposed, wires gleaming and occasionally sparking. Next to the carcass was a circular tank full of clear, blue-hued liquid that held a body inside, preserving the tissue to an extent greater than any of the methods used by the Adeptus Mechanicus. The body was, even in suspended animation, wrecked. A huge wound, still unhealed, gaped through the torso of the body, and a ribcage, working lungs and a part of a beating heart were visible. A wound that severe was surely incapacitating, so it was not surprising that it was in the tank. Its mouth was covered by a black mask, with cables and pipes going out to the tank's roof.Metal and Blood : Prologue4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Door opened. The shadow of what entered was a monstrous shape, with six times as many appendages as it should have. Then it entered the light, and it becam
Warhammer 40k: Post-Battle Surgical Report FluffRECIEVING MED STATION: 2 Bn - M-Off DANARIUS // LOCATION: Edethor LunaWarhammer 40k: Post-Battle Surgical Report Fluff3 years ago in Settings More Like This
RECIEVING CHIRURGEON: 1-O Quintus MAXIMUS M.O. // LOCATION: Edethor Luna
SUBJECT: Lucius NERO
SERAPHINE ADMINISTRATION PRIOR TO RECEPTION: 8mg (Subcutaneous)
Primary and secondary causes of injuries: blast overpressure, shell casing fragments, agitated debris
Blast overpressure, whilst the principle cause of severe injury, appears to have been interrupted and lessened by nearby structures. NERO was evidently close to the centre of the blast origin - an observation corroborated by witnesses present on the field. As such, potential injury was reduced and a likely fatality outcome avoided. Although my body &c.
NEROs responsiveness on the St. Etherea Scale was initially recorded as XI, a moderate response broken down as: Ocular III (vox-response), Vocal IV (disorientated), Motor IV (normal flexion to pain stimulus). Ocular response was treated with caution due to
The Tao of WAAAGHThe disease of mutual distrust among nations is the bane of modern civilization. I object to the teaching of slogans intended to befog the mind, of whatever kind they may be.The Tao of WAAAGH5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
- Ferdinand von Boaz before his execution by Inquisitor Habert of the Ordo Xenos
I think I was given this task to be out of Magos Ehrenrei's way.
Actually, I know I was. I might not know much about technology, and sometimes I daydream about going home to the grox farm, but it doesn't mean I'm a halfwit.
Nobody wants the adept from the Administratum Anthrologos running around and under their feet. They get annoyed being asked too many questions, and I know I'm viewed as a nuisance. Some fear I'm an auditor or an undercover Arbiter, or worse yet, an agent of the Holy Inquisition. But I'm not. It is my sworn duty, as part of the Anthrologos, to ask questions in order to gain answers. It's a risky business, trying to identify with people from all walks of life. This might be a heretical approach to some,
the bastion THE BASTIONthe bastion4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter one: deployment
The snow storm was getting stronger. The thick white snow blinded the Valkyrie
from its destination. Frost crept along its skin, the wings tilted and turned in
the wind that not even the bravest of angels dared to pass through without the
help of the gods, and where ravens soared in times gone by. The engines blared
the presence of the mammoth transport as it circled the imperial base. The
soldiers inside broke free of the ice and frost that bound them to the benches
as they stood, ready to dis-embark. The jets roared as the transport touched down
on the frozen mud that dominated the freezing planet known as Aurora. As the heavy
boots of the soldiers crunched the ice under their feet with every step, the
commander of the forces stationed planet-side marched towards the soldiers fresh
from the Valkyrie.
"Staff Sergeant Garrus King of the 27th Lancasters, at you service sir" procla
The Fox's Last Mission."Get away from him!" Vulpes's voice was not his own, it was not the smooth, hollow droll he resided in. Instead it was a shriek, a shrill and desperate yell, and he moved to put distance between Caesar and Graham, the latter of which loomed over him, the impossible height restoring the man to his former grisly visage, a Legate condemned. Lucius leapt between the leader and his once-second-in-command, supporting the dictator and cursing in Latin.The Fox's Last Mission.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I didn't touch him, you fool," Graham contended, nonetheless moving into a defensive stance. Vulpes longed to kill him now, loathed having the thing in the midst of their camp, was entirely too sick of looking over his shoulder constantly, but Caesar's pained voice interrupted.
"Leave him...he didn't do anything," and now he cradled his head in his hands.
"My lord?" Lucius said confusedly, helping Caesar back to his throne. The Praetorian and Frumentarii that littered the tent now backed up, to give