Story Competiton II

[Roxas]

Hey guys,

As i was the first (and only) person to ever create a short story competition on this forum (correct me if i'm wrong) i thought it was about time i made a sequel. Everybody is welcome to join - don't worry if you aren't the best story writer around we all have to start somewhere! Also i'd like to remind everyone that this is in the spirit of fun and any results achieved within this competition are only an indication of your writing skills.

Joining: write up a story and post it in this thread before 1/12/07.

Story Guidelines: Your story can be based on anything from the warhammer 40,000 universe, it can be anywhere between pre-heresy and the current incarnation of 40k. Your story can be about anything within this genre but you must be able to justify how it fits into it.

Word Limit: all stories must be at least 50 words but can be anything up to 500 - remember no novels people! keep it short and to the point.

Judging: Post your completed story in this thread or PM it to me by the join by date (1/12/07) it will then be placed in a poll for the people of the hive to vote on their favourite. this poll will be open until 1/1/08.

Tam.

[Shas'o Tash'var Kais Pat]

Interesting...I think the first of december might be a bit soon, but I'll do my best...

[eetdestroyer]

i'll put in the prologue for Pit of the Fire Lord, it's pretty good (it's actually based on Nocturne, back when it was under Eldar colonization)

[squidy]

The End of Orgiseus

As it floated in the air, many gathered to watch in horror as it got closer and closer. On the planet of Ogriseus, a giant battle between the Emperium and the Tyranids had ended. It took a week for the Tyranids to penetrate through the forces of the Emperium and make their way down to planet's surface. Now, 80 miles above the planets, three Hive Ships blocked out the five suns of Ogriseus. The soldiers of Stronghold Rigteal watched helplessly as the 3 Hive ships dropped off, in the distance a volley of what looks like green, eggs, shaped capsules. Guardsmen raised their weapons at a massive wall of destructive creatures that came at them at an alarming speed. Some guardsmen tried to use the giant turrets used to take out spacecrafts even though the turrets had been shot down with giant clouds of acid, earlier that day. There were more capsules falling, at an almost rapid-fire rate. Finally after staring in shock for 5 minutes Captain Nomitari declared fire. After that declaration hundreds of laser shots were fired that were blasted into the air, making purple puffs in the distance. After a Baneblade shot, Guardsmen looked out to see some hundred bodies fling into the air. Then, expected only in the deepest part of their hearts, fire was reaturned. Upon hundreds of giant clouds of venom and acid were flung into the air killing about four hundred men and disabling at least twenty vehicles. With them getting closer and closer, Nomitari ran for his life. The Stronghold was circular in shape and was surrounded by trillions of Tyranids. After 20 minutes of shooting, there was a wave of despair. Like a huge sunomi, a horde of Tyranids leaped into the air, followed by swarms of worms, bettles, acid clumps and venom crystals. Winged beasts that seemed to come from a place worse than hell also followed the wave. Their lethal adversaries ate hundreds upon thousands of Guardsmen alive with no mercy. As Nomitar sat in the highest reaches of his towers something crashed through the ceiling making Nomitar just about soil himself. It had large wings; talons for hands, four arms, and most of all did not look happy. Nomitar stared its deep abyss like eyes only to find nothing but ferocity of only a monster. Large strands of saliva dripped from it's gapping jaws followed by an odor of rotting flesh. Then a roar so loud it could be hear from miles away stretched across the land. Then it picked up Nomitar, who was just about to faint, and thrashed him around in its mouth. Blood, guts, and flesh flung everywhere. The day belonged to the Tyranids.

[Shas'o Tash'var Kais Pat]

Ok. So I was doing my assignment, when I thought: Space is cold. So here it is:
The tale of Tarike

Space is cold.
No. Not just space. The whole known universe is a cold, uncaring place.
It had taken Tarike a long time to realise that, but even longer to come to terms with it. In this time he had seen enough to make his entire family, even Gyrus, the fearless dragonknight and favourite son of Yvrae II, quake in fear. Join the Imperial guard, the recruiters, with their gleaming armour and high technology and outlandish las-weapons, quite out of place on the feudal world had said. Join the Imperial Guard, get off this backwater planet, see the universe, earn yourself a place by the God-Emperor’s side.
What a joke.
He had eagerly signed up, dreaming of a heroic future where he would finally outshine his older brother, become a hero, and finally return with wonderous tales to impress the beautiful Alarice. At first everything was brilliant. He was a fierce fighter, and quickly mastered the use of las weapons. He soon rose to the rank of sergeant, after his first campaign. That one had been easy. They had been fighting hideous aliens, that the high-ups called Tyranids, and everyone else had called bugs. They weren’t even remotely human, so even though he saw horrific injuries, he never once hesitated to gun down the foe, sighting down his barrel. The broodlord leaped...he fired...it fell. One round, straight down its throat. That beast had slaughtered its way through the command platoon. He was a hero.
After seeing the Space Marines of the Imperial Fists, towering giants in clean plate armour, fearlessly slaughtering the foul xenos, he was swept up in the glory of the Imperium.
That was all shattered after the next confrontation.
They were traitors, less than human, and they would pay the price for heresy. That’s what the propaganda said. But when he saw them, they were just like him. They forced him to think of things that he had never considered. They were twisted, but still human. He could see how they had been changed, and so help him, he didn’t think it would be all that bad. They had committed horrible heinous deeds of violence, sacrificing his comrades across dark altars and breaking their corpses. They disgusted him. Yet he could see where they came from.
Then came the Damocles Crusade. He was in a trench, firing at the blue aliens who were so foul to the Imperium, but seemed so nice. They had always acted humanely, and weren’t so black and white. He had made up his mind. If he survived, he would desert and join them. “Over the top!” yelled the junior officer. He scrambled up with his men. He took shelter in a crater, shot a Fire Warrior in the face. They weren’t so bad. He thumbed the switch on his chainsword, brought it crashing down onto anothers chest, dodged a knife, slashed again. Like a tournament at home. He didn’t mind them. He knocked a blade aside, shot one in the chest. I’ll join them, he thought once more. Then a blue beam flashed. He fell to his knees, confused. What had happened? He was struggling to breathe. I’ll join them...I’ll join them...I’ll....*gasp*...

[eetdestroyer]

nice!

[Shas'o Tash'var Kais Pat]

thankyou when will you post yours?

[eetdestroyer]

right now:

Fire Dragon

331.M25

Autarch Kais’sar swore under his breath at the amount of Orks swarming over the field of battle. The twin suns of Syrene burned over the desert field as the Evil Sunz and their Warbuggies races around the Eldar troops, cutting down Kais’sar’s carefully planned defenses. A shadow loomed over him, and he turned to see a massive Ork dreadnaught behind him, raising a power klaw and preparing to strike, but before it could begin it’s downward thrust at began to melt, then exploded spectacularly in Kais’sar’s face. He wiped his visor to see a bright figure atop the dune now in front of him. The new warrior was wearing orange armour, a dark helmet with two large frills on it and he carried a long barreled fusion gun.

Fuegan, the Burning Lance, stood and surveyed the wreckage he had created of the Ork dreadnought. He pointed his fire pike down at the battle field once more and fired, reducing a wartrak to a pile of molten slag. He was soon joined, on either side, by five Orange clad warriors, all carrying fusion guns. They began their decent down the dune, letting off a beam of orange heat at a passing Ork vehicle. Fuegan and his retinue quickly demolished the Orks near them, but they were far from turning the tide of battle. Soon three bright orange Wave Serpents flew down onto the other flanks of the field, two of them unloading their cargo of aspect warriors almost immediately. The third however was set upon by an Ork controlled Fire Prism. The flying tank flew towards the Wave serpent, knocking a wing in the sand as the Ork struggled to manage the sophisticated controls. As it approached the Wave Serpent exposed its rear to the approaching tank and the door flew open. Two warriors stood, with their weapons ready, and aimed at the Fire Prism. The first beam of heat impacted in the central firing crystal, melting it instantly, while the second flew through the cockpit window, striking the Ork piloting the vehicle in the chest, and burning a hole in its chest in less than a second. The Fire Prism thumped to the ground as it shut down.

Kais’sar uttered a prayer of thanks to Asuryan, for the Fire Dragons had arrived. The Fire Dragons, coordinated by Fuegan quickly swept across the battle field, and annihilated a great portion of the Ork force, leading the Eldar to victory.


(Syrene is Actually Nocturn, back when the Eldar still rules the galaxy, bu the story is set just after the Fall)

[Shas'o Tash'var Kais Pat]

excellent, even better now that its been adjusted in line with the new codex than before

[Roxas]

i should post mine some time soon i suppose....

Karla was frightened. This should seem a normal emotion for a small girl on a planet that has been given up as a lost cause. For her it wasn't, Karla was special. For days now she had been running and hiding from the Tyranid monsters that had invaded her planet and slaughtered her family. Occasionally she had met others, but had left quickly. Large groups were more dangerous. But this was not the reason for her fear.

The Inquisition had come. In a series of lightining fast strikes and strategic missile strikes the world was soon freed from the grips of the Tyranid menace. For the rest of the world this was a true example of the glory of the emperor. For her it was like waking from your worst nightmare to something worse. Karla was a psyker.

She could feel the Witch Hunters reaching out for her, trying to find her. It was pathetic, she could crush their weak minds easily but she chose not to, that would only give her away to them. The sudden sound of loud voices coming towards her broke her out of her reflection. She started running - the Witch Hunters would not take her they wouldn't... Even as she thought this she could feel herself slipping... slipping into the darkness...

OOC: probably not as much time as i would have liked to have to write this but hey, there you go

Tam.

[Roxas]

The voting thread for this has been created in the General board - hopefully their it will get more people to vote on the stories.

Tam.

[Shas'o Tash'var Kais Pat]

we can only wait and see...

and where exactly is the voting? I can't actually find it...

[eetdestroyer]

in the general board (but not the tyranid general board, i'll just make it easy:

thetyranidhive.proboards28.com/index.cgi?board=General&action=display&thread=1196388133

[Haraio [MALAL]]

Awww, I'm too late to join T.T
When will the next story competition be?

[eetdestroyer]

i dunno (it would seems that everyone had fallen nicely in with the santa-hat-in-avatar trend)