Post by ilovethenids on Feb 7, 2014 17:36:49 GMT
This is a fan fiction I wrote in 5th grade, so it's not exactly my "best work." But, here ya go anyways 
Staff sergeant Custard surveyed the battlefield, his lips contorting to a grim frown. The sky was a bloodstained red, and massive, alien plants dotted the landscape, covering what was left of the ruined war machines of the Imperium. The battle looked that it had ended years ago, but mere hours separated them from the bloody conflict between the Astartes and the xeno menace. Custard knew it wouldn't be long before they attacked again. He could tell something was amiss when the sky started to get darker, losing its horrifying color.
"Grab your weapons! Here they come!" Custard shouted as the innumerably large mass of winged monstrosities soared to their position. He grabbed his bolter, firing two heavy shots, and a screech rang out from the horde as several gargoyles met their fate at the hands of the Ultramarines. Several marines screamed in agony, as voracious borer-beetles slung forth from the hideous creatures’ ranged weapon symbiotes burrowed through their armor, flesh, and bone. "Cover the ground! Termagants are coming through the fortress!" Custard ordered as he heard a loud crashing sound below him. An ear-splitting screech alerted him to another casualty. A final billow of cleansing fire spouted from the dying marine’s flamers, slaying his aggressors in a final act of brave defiance.
The gargoyles reached the wall, and by that time Custard was ready. Chainsword buzzing, he decapitated ten of the foul beasts, black ichor spraying from their necks as they fell to the ground like rag dolls. One of the fiends began to screech loudly, and Custard ducked as a blob of bio-plasma hit the scout behind him, screaming in agony as his skin was sloughed from his flesh. Grabbing the bolt pistol from his waist, Custard sent a volley of rounds towards the horde and yet more flying creatures crashed to the ground.
How many of these things are there? Custard asked himself as two more gargoyles took the place of those who he had just shot. Before he could fire another round, a hormagaunt clawed its way up the wall and slammed into him, the force driving him off the platform. He landed with a loud crunch as he felt several ribs break like toothpicks. Another hormagaunt leaped towards him, but a powerful thrust of his foot rendered its head into a mist of blood.
The door to the fortress crashed open and Termagants led by an enormous carnifex thundered into the sanctuary, trampling those who weren’t cut by their lethal ranged weapons. Custard fired a volley from his bolter, each massive round taking up residence in a termagant head. After slamming a fresh magazine into his weapon, Custard let loose another shower of soda can-sized bullets at the massive living tank. The creature hardly seemed to notice the petty fire as the rounds bounced off its thick carapace, and Custard watched helplessly as it slaughtered any too slow or foolish to get out of its way. Custard attempted to shoot at the monstrosity once more, but his empty bolter had other ideas.
"Dammit! There are too many of them!" Custard cursed as he tossed away empty weapon and drew his chainsword yet again. As he tried to advance, swarms of tiny rippers swarmed around him, the sheer weight of numbers making even walking a difficult task. As he waded through the thick tide, he saw the leader-beast. The massive hive tyrant smashed through the side of the fortress, crushing anything near it. Its smaller servants killed anything that got too close, and Custard knew this was the end. "For the Emperor!" Custard cried and charged at the nearest gaunt brood.
As he neared the chattering creatures, he felt a sinewy tail wrap around his legs, slamming into his body from behind. He was pushed to the ground, feeling his legs and arms shatter like glass. By the time he had mustered enough energy to turn himself around, the ravener was already upon him. His last sight was of his holy fortress taken by the alien, on a planet with dying, spore-choked skies.
Staff sergeant Custard surveyed the battlefield, his lips contorting to a grim frown. The sky was a bloodstained red, and massive, alien plants dotted the landscape, covering what was left of the ruined war machines of the Imperium. The battle looked that it had ended years ago, but mere hours separated them from the bloody conflict between the Astartes and the xeno menace. Custard knew it wouldn't be long before they attacked again. He could tell something was amiss when the sky started to get darker, losing its horrifying color.
"Grab your weapons! Here they come!" Custard shouted as the innumerably large mass of winged monstrosities soared to their position. He grabbed his bolter, firing two heavy shots, and a screech rang out from the horde as several gargoyles met their fate at the hands of the Ultramarines. Several marines screamed in agony, as voracious borer-beetles slung forth from the hideous creatures’ ranged weapon symbiotes burrowed through their armor, flesh, and bone. "Cover the ground! Termagants are coming through the fortress!" Custard ordered as he heard a loud crashing sound below him. An ear-splitting screech alerted him to another casualty. A final billow of cleansing fire spouted from the dying marine’s flamers, slaying his aggressors in a final act of brave defiance.
The gargoyles reached the wall, and by that time Custard was ready. Chainsword buzzing, he decapitated ten of the foul beasts, black ichor spraying from their necks as they fell to the ground like rag dolls. One of the fiends began to screech loudly, and Custard ducked as a blob of bio-plasma hit the scout behind him, screaming in agony as his skin was sloughed from his flesh. Grabbing the bolt pistol from his waist, Custard sent a volley of rounds towards the horde and yet more flying creatures crashed to the ground.
How many of these things are there? Custard asked himself as two more gargoyles took the place of those who he had just shot. Before he could fire another round, a hormagaunt clawed its way up the wall and slammed into him, the force driving him off the platform. He landed with a loud crunch as he felt several ribs break like toothpicks. Another hormagaunt leaped towards him, but a powerful thrust of his foot rendered its head into a mist of blood.
The door to the fortress crashed open and Termagants led by an enormous carnifex thundered into the sanctuary, trampling those who weren’t cut by their lethal ranged weapons. Custard fired a volley from his bolter, each massive round taking up residence in a termagant head. After slamming a fresh magazine into his weapon, Custard let loose another shower of soda can-sized bullets at the massive living tank. The creature hardly seemed to notice the petty fire as the rounds bounced off its thick carapace, and Custard watched helplessly as it slaughtered any too slow or foolish to get out of its way. Custard attempted to shoot at the monstrosity once more, but his empty bolter had other ideas.
"Dammit! There are too many of them!" Custard cursed as he tossed away empty weapon and drew his chainsword yet again. As he tried to advance, swarms of tiny rippers swarmed around him, the sheer weight of numbers making even walking a difficult task. As he waded through the thick tide, he saw the leader-beast. The massive hive tyrant smashed through the side of the fortress, crushing anything near it. Its smaller servants killed anything that got too close, and Custard knew this was the end. "For the Emperor!" Custard cried and charged at the nearest gaunt brood.
As he neared the chattering creatures, he felt a sinewy tail wrap around his legs, slamming into his body from behind. He was pushed to the ground, feeling his legs and arms shatter like glass. By the time he had mustered enough energy to turn himself around, the ravener was already upon him. His last sight was of his holy fortress taken by the alien, on a planet with dying, spore-choked skies.
