Fan fiction comp July-August

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This is a fan fiction comp running from now till August 31st 

300-400 wordsish

1 entry per person

Theme: Your captain just died at your feet, the beast that took his life charges towards you...

So get creative and writing

[robomummy]

I remember our unit being sent out on a patrol, some locals from some village deep in the jungle thought they saw some daemon or other. They probably just got spooked by their own shadows. Backwater primitives. But it never hurt to check and keep ourselves on good terms with the locals. Every village that called us for help was a village we didn't have to fight. Not that anyone was worried about that, most of them thinking that spears and bows were the pinnacle of warfare. Well, let them keep that idea, we have lasguns and artillery.

Well we finally arrived at the village after an hour of hiking through the emperor-cursed jungle, I swear I will never understand why high command even wants this primitive backwater hellhole. I glace at my boots in dismay as I notice they are covered in mud and other foul things from the jungle. I remember thinking Why don't these people invent some proper roads so we don't have to trek through the jungle like some death world savages. I guess it was my need to look like a proper soldier that saved my life, as I duck down to scrape some of the mud off my fatigues the next thing I know something slams into me and I go flying into one of the huts. I think I blacked out for a minute, when I awoke I saw a most gruesome sight. the sight of my comrades dead on the ground where I was a minute ago, and there is the captain with a hooked talon through his ribs.

That was my first good look at the beast, nearly three meters tall with two massive talons that dripped venom. It's lower arms ended in claws that looked like they could tear me to pieces with no effort at all. It looked at me, it's face disgusting with tentacles that moved independently from each other. Then it began to charge.

It dropped the captain and ran at me, blindingly quick for something so huge. I dove to the side, cleanliness forgotten, and brought up my lasguns to fire. But the creature was nowhere to be seen. I know it could have killed me if it wanted to but it seemed to be toying with me. I screamed in frustration, my scream seemed to echo through the canopy. it wasn't until a minute or so later that I realized the truth, my scream wasn't echoing, the screams were coming from further in the village. it was then I remembered the villagers who must not even stand a chance against something like this.

I ran to reach where I thought the screams came from but all I saw were dismembered corpses and a trail of blood and crushed foliage leading away from the village. What else could I do? I grabbed the nearest weapons I could find and set off after it, anger taking the place of fear that I once felt. It killed my comrades and got away with it, well I would make sure they were avenged.

That's how I ended up here, in the shade of the canopy, watching the beast feed on another helpless patrol that it ambushed. I felt nothing for them anymore, just another life the beast must pay for. It has been three days since I first saw the beast, my supplies are almost used up and my lasguns is out of ammo. I ready my spear and take aim, this time I wont miss.

[romanarmor]

    SONDHEIM V was not destroyed by an Exteminatus, indeed, the Sky Sentinels were never dispatched to this Agri-world. In their stead, Grey Knights were dispatched upon the chaos infested planet. This is where my short tale begins.

    I am a Grey Knight, I am the Emperor’s will, and I am a Demon slayer. We were hurtling through the warp towards our destination . My squad materialized inside of a mutated city on the planet’s surface. Demons charged at us all at once, and our weapons were set ablaze. Chopping away at the disgusting demons I watched as my sword melted their souls and set their bodies ablaze. Our captain was unstoppable, cutting through the enemy like butter. As I watched though, more demons poured upon us. All at once the demons began to kneel and scream. Something was amiss.

    An intense headache sprung up, like one I had never felt before, and through the demons vile cursings, I began to hear a kind of chittering, almost like bone klinking against bone. The demons were fewer in number now and I noticed that some of them were diverting their attention from us. My captain ran after these retreating demons hacking away at them. I followed close behind, acting in kind.
   
    All of the sudden, the demons vanished and what were left of the chaos cultists all around began to flee, many of them took no notice of us at all. One actually went so far as to yell at us to run, my storm bolter made short work of that heretic. A demon charged forward, taking my captain by surprise, with some bayonet of bone, he speared our leader and then a blazing gout of flame took my captain’s life. This was when the pieces matched up, this was no demon, the Chaos were retreating from a threat far worse than our own, Tyranids.

    With my captain lying dead at my feet, I became enraged and charged the beast, a ring of flame surrounding it. It roared at me and fired yet another gout of flame, my armor shrugged this off. My force weapon bit into its head and a light kindled in its throat. Before I knew what was happening, the creature was engulfed in a flame from its core. Then it erupted into a blazing flash of light, and this last time my armor would not save me.

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Here's my entry! Sorry in advance that i don't know a huge amount of 40k fluff, but i hope that doesn't interfere too much

The Wall

“You hear that sarge?”

The wall shudders. Outside an ocean of nids is drowning the city. Only buildings like the basilica we share stay dry. Termagants cascade past the building in a sea of clicking and scuttling, stinking like burning moths.

“Sh**, the numbers are endless..” i mutter to myself.

I wish there were only termies outside. They’re cowardly… lazy. Instinctual. They just flow by in the path of least resistance, not pausing to check hiding places like ours. Not like 'fexes.
The wall shudders again.
'Fexes just want to kill.
On the other side, the sergeant’s killer roars. He knows he’s close.

...Boom…

Bombs pop in the distance, small sparks of human life somewhere far away. The defense has moved on. This sector’s gone. Overrun, infested. Dead.
The sarge and i are propped against the wreckage opposite the shuddering wall. He’s lying rather unceremoniously on his back where i’d tossed him, a little parody of life lying in the dust and concrete. I’d carried the body with me into the basilica in a stupid act of compassion. Just trying to retain some humanity in a dying world.

“You gonna thank me or what, sarge?”

Two flies are dancing along the rim of his open, dead mouth, buzzing softly. My only answer.

“Well, sh** sir... you’re welcome.”

I take a cigarette from my pocket, lighting it with my flint.

“Smoke, sir?”

Silence. Buzzing.

“Suit yourself,” i mutter through clouds of smoke.

I lean my head back against the wall and exhale, watching the wall across the ruin shudder again.

“You know 'fexes can take down planes sarge?”

..Buzz..

“Hah. That’s right sir. I've seen it. I was running evacuation with my first squad up in Epsilon - you know, up north? They were sending in these Valkyries to help us with the swarms that busted through the barricades. You know, buying us some time to get some more people out... Anyways this squadron comes rocketing down real low through the high rises, shaking all the windows, ground rumbling, you know? And down below were thinking hey, alright, we finally got some support here. And all the sudden this screamer-killer comes burstin’ through this window about forty stories up... And he just smashes into the front jet. And it comes crashing down, tearing through everything, blowin’ sh** up. Poor pilot didn’t know what hit ‘im. Man they must’ve timed that perfectly. Nids are getting smarter sir, i’d swear it.”

The wall moans, then cracks. Its almost time. I pick my pistol up from the dirt and load it. I’d dropped my real weapon when i carried the Sergeant into the basilica. Idiot. I stared at the tiny barrel. One bullet.

“Me or the fex, huh sir?”

...Buzz…

I sigh. The wall cracks again. Shafts of light break through the stone, flickering from shadows cast by the swarms outside. There’s more roaring. It’s time.

“Been real, Sarge.”

I point my pistol at the crumbling wall, sighting along the tiny barrel through puffs of smoke, eyes shinning, stomach filled with dread.

“Alright...C’mere b****.”

The wall shatters.

[raylorne]

436 words. I'm too lazy to try and edit out that extra 36. I do like my adjectives.

"We need to reinforce the west wall" captain Miller screamed into his vox mic "we're going to be overru.." The captain's sentence was abruptly cut off as the talon of a hormagaunt burst through his chest killing him. The creature withdrew its glistening, razor sharp talon causing a steaming pile of viscera to pour from the gaping crater that used to be captain Miller's torso. The high pitched chittering from the swarm of hormagaunts who'd overrun the bunker complex near the west wall was overwhelming. The creature who'd destroyed captain Miller clamoured over his body and set its cruel alien eyes on Sargent Johnson.

The black lifeless eyes somehow still gleamed with malice as it advanced on its next target. The hormagant made a wet hissing sound which turned into an alien shriek as it charged down the hallway towards Sargent Johnson. The gaunt's rows of murderous teeth caught the flickering overhead light as it seemed to close the distance in slow motion. Stumbling backwards away from the creature the Sargent brought his las pistol up and managed to get a few shots off before catching his heel on a bundle of wires and falling backward. As he fell the creature lept towards Johnson close enough for him to smell the creature's terrible fetid breath before he was able to place a lucky round through the gaunt's cavernous maw. The back of the hormagant's head exploded outward spraying a shower of chitin and chunks of flesh into the hallway. Black ichorous blood pasted the wall and dripped from the ceiling, hissing where it hit the ground. Johnson breathed a sigh of relief, but his respite was brief as two more gaunts swarmed in through the same window the previous one had come through. Heart hammering in his chest, Johnson entered a code into the security panel next to the blast door with a shaking hand.

A wailing klaxon alarm accompanied by flashing warning lights preceded the heavy ceramite security door slamming shut on the advancing hormagaunts. Johnson turned around placing his back against the cool door and slid down to a seated position. It had been about three weeks since the initial invasion by hive fleet leviathan on this distant outpost planet. Mostly used as a hub for scientific research, the planet had only a basic contingent of imperial guard guarding it. The call for reinforcements had gone out as soon as the first mycetic spores had been picked up on radar, moments before slamming into the planet.

The reinforcements were supposed to have arrived three days ago.

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Great work, I'll open the voting thread now

[snowdaman]

I sat in the transport with my squad mates and our lord, we were lucky to be picked to join him. We were to bring the glory of khorne to this world when the insects attacked. They attacked with a fury that would make khorne proud, but they did not worship him so they must die for him.

We could all feel the anticipation of killing our enemy as we grew near. The suddenly the transports jolted as if hit by something, and stopped, we all looked for the ramp to drop, but it did not . The walls of the transports started to convulse and faces grew in the metal as the daemon that possessed it hungered, it grabbed a few of my squad members who fought as they were swallowed. The transport started moving again once it was satisfied with the souls of my comrades. I will no morn for them, they were not worthy of khorne if they would die in that fashion. The transport stopped again and this time the ramp fell open. My lord screamed as we all ran out and started attacking the insects that were in front of us. The pure fury was with me as i hacked at bug after bug with my chain sword.

After this batch of bugs was dispatched i looked up to see a daemon prince and one of the large flying insects locked in combat in the air above us. Just then we heard a thunderous roar as a large group of the insect moved closer and one even larger insect was in the center of the group. My lord rallied us to attack this group of bug, We charged forth attacking the insects, many died from each side i was knocked off my feet but was alive. I looked over to see my lord charging to attack the large insect him self, pulling out his daemon weapon, the blade wailed as it was about to bear on the enemies that stood in the way of my lord and his prey.

As my lord made it to the large insect it was like the battle field stopped and it was just the two of them. he raised his daemonic weapon and then stopped and looked up at it as if it was saying something and then he screamed, but not like before in fury, but in fear. The Large insect tore into him like he was paper throwing his body around like a rag doll. It almost hit me as it smashed into the ground.

I could see the large insect looking around and it spotted me, I must have got to my feet at some point. That is also when i noticed i had the daemon blade in my hand. I could hear its voice in my head, telling me to use it's power for khorne. I felt invincible with the blade in my hand, in the back of my mind, I could hear my self saying, "until it betrays you like it did your lord", But as the moments past that voice was more and more quite until it was nothing, not even a memory...

(sorry im a little late, I was trying to cut it back but since im late i thought i would post it anyway even those its over 500 words) also sorry im not the best writer lol