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Iudicus XI part 6: the retrieval
0 ReviewsThe conclusion of the 6 part Iudicus series
IUDICUS XI PART 6: THE RETRIEVAL
Location: Within the Iudicus XI
"Alright you men! Let's MOVE!"
The Kasrkin run, their 50 pounds of gear rustling. Seconds Later, a resounding explosion is heard, and strange, hellish screams are heard.
"SHIT! That sounds like a hella lot of them tyranids! Run faster!"
"Where to?"
"We need to head to safe clearing where we can transmit a message! Now SHUT UP, and keep running!"
From behind the remaining Kasrkin, shadowy figures can be seen, their claws making scratching noises as they scrape the metal flooring.
Suddenly, a laggard Kasrkin is pulled down, by a wave of shadowy figures. His screams are muffled by the sheer number of tyranids in pursuit. One of the Kasrkin, while running, pulls a krak grenade out of his vest and throws it behind him. Another deafening explosion, and this time, tyranid screams are coming from every direction.
"You idiot! Know they're gonna kill us before we can transmit!"
"Calm Down! The clearings up ahead!"
The kasrkin stop, and make a ring around the communications man. Many of them are panting, and their carapace armour is scratched and battle worn. Many have still bleeding wounds.
Hordes of Shadowy creatures are approaching.
The communications man pulls out a transponder.
"Scythe 3, Scythe 3, do you copy?"
"Roger. Who is this? We are preparing to destroy your ship."
"don't fucking blow up the ship. My squad here is surrounded by enemy forces, and we need retrieval , NOW."
"I copy that. How long can you hold out?"
The Kasrkin begin firing on the slowly approaching tyranids.
"I dunno. Not long. Half my squad's gone. There are too many tyranids to count. Just send a torpedo over here, and get us some extraction!"
"Roger. Need your coordinates."
" h15, c6. Hurry!"
The Transmission ends, and the communications man drops his ear piece, picks up his own hell gun, and joins the shooting.
Meanwhile, on board the Scythe 3, a squad of veteran space marines are suiting up.
"Brother Velius. Check the men to see that all gear is ready."
"It is done, commander."
"Alright. Space marine squad, enter the boarding torpedo, and attach safety harnesses. With speed, brothers."
(Back on the Iudicus XI)
A kasrkin's helmet is punctured by a flesh hook. His eyes glaze over, and he crumples to the floor. The Kasrkin are wild eyed, shooting everything that moves.
"Shoot anything!"
"oh my god, we're all gonna die!"
"Fuck you, and stay here! We're gonna die Fighting!"
"you're crazy, You were always-"
A section of the wall is exploded through, and a boarding torpedo crashes in through the double hull. A ramp comes down, and 20 space marines march out.
"You. Imperial guard. Get in. We must leave immediately."
"alright, everyone, in! lets go! Lets go! MOVE!"
The tyranids, who were previously slowly advancing, hiss, realizing that their prey is escaping. They charge, enraged. The space marines fire hails of bullets, covering the retreating Kasrkin. Finally, they too board the torpedo. The pilot, a computer, begins repeating safety instructions, while the engine revs up to fire back to the Scythe 3. A space marine shuts and seals the boarding door, and peeks out the window. He gasps in shock. A section of the wall on the Iudicus XI, collapses, to reveal a Carnifex. It rumbles toward the boarding torpedo.
The space marine commander, seeing this, moves to the back of the torpedo, and turns on the back defensive storm bolter. He begins calmly firing. The Boarding torpedo reads "90% complete for reflight to Scythe 3."
The Storm Bolter reads "1 minutes worth of ammo remaining. The Commander calmly keeps firing. The bullets are simply slamming into the Carnifex and crumpling against its hard bones. The Carnifex reaches a clawed hand and grips the boarding torpedo. Suddenly, the boarding torpedo blasts off, with the carnifex still holding the back. The Iudicus XI is left behind, with a small hole where the boarding torpedo was inserted. The Commander looks out the back window. The carnifex is still alive, but shaken by the fuel blast.
Its becoming angrier.
One of the Space Marines contacts the Scythe 3.
"we have an extra load on our tail. Please prepare to dispose of it."
"affirmative."
A opening appears on the massive Sycthe 3's hull, and the shuttle enters. It slowly land with the carnifex still holding on, who leaps off into the landing pad within the ship. Its very angry, and wants some meat. Its about to rip the boarding torpedo open when suddenly, hails of devastator slugs come from every direction. Automatic Internal defenses are pounding away at the carnifex, and the Scythe 3's security personnel are ripping away at the Carnifex with machine guns, plasma rifles, automatic bolters, mounted turrets, and so forth. By the guns are smoking, the carnifex is but a mere bloody rag. Blood and guts lay about, splashed around by the rain of fire. A security officer opens the back ramp of the boarding torpedo, which is badly worn and damaged. A shaken kasrkin emerges, in a daze. The security officer shakes his hand, and gives a grim smile.
"Welcome board to the Scythe 3."
One of the Kasrkin looks around, sees the dozens of armed guards with guns smoking, sees the turrets pointed at the still burning body of the ruined carnifex, and faints.
Location: Within the Iudicus XI
"Alright you men! Let's MOVE!"
The Kasrkin run, their 50 pounds of gear rustling. Seconds Later, a resounding explosion is heard, and strange, hellish screams are heard.
"SHIT! That sounds like a hella lot of them tyranids! Run faster!"
"Where to?"
"We need to head to safe clearing where we can transmit a message! Now SHUT UP, and keep running!"
From behind the remaining Kasrkin, shadowy figures can be seen, their claws making scratching noises as they scrape the metal flooring.
Suddenly, a laggard Kasrkin is pulled down, by a wave of shadowy figures. His screams are muffled by the sheer number of tyranids in pursuit. One of the Kasrkin, while running, pulls a krak grenade out of his vest and throws it behind him. Another deafening explosion, and this time, tyranid screams are coming from every direction.
"You idiot! Know they're gonna kill us before we can transmit!"
"Calm Down! The clearings up ahead!"
The kasrkin stop, and make a ring around the communications man. Many of them are panting, and their carapace armour is scratched and battle worn. Many have still bleeding wounds.
Hordes of Shadowy creatures are approaching.
The communications man pulls out a transponder.
"Scythe 3, Scythe 3, do you copy?"
"Roger. Who is this? We are preparing to destroy your ship."
"don't fucking blow up the ship. My squad here is surrounded by enemy forces, and we need retrieval , NOW."
"I copy that. How long can you hold out?"
The Kasrkin begin firing on the slowly approaching tyranids.
"I dunno. Not long. Half my squad's gone. There are too many tyranids to count. Just send a torpedo over here, and get us some extraction!"
"Roger. Need your coordinates."
" h15, c6. Hurry!"
The Transmission ends, and the communications man drops his ear piece, picks up his own hell gun, and joins the shooting.
Meanwhile, on board the Scythe 3, a squad of veteran space marines are suiting up.
"Brother Velius. Check the men to see that all gear is ready."
"It is done, commander."
"Alright. Space marine squad, enter the boarding torpedo, and attach safety harnesses. With speed, brothers."
(Back on the Iudicus XI)
A kasrkin's helmet is punctured by a flesh hook. His eyes glaze over, and he crumples to the floor. The Kasrkin are wild eyed, shooting everything that moves.
"Shoot anything!"
"oh my god, we're all gonna die!"
"Fuck you, and stay here! We're gonna die Fighting!"
"you're crazy, You were always-"
A section of the wall is exploded through, and a boarding torpedo crashes in through the double hull. A ramp comes down, and 20 space marines march out.
"You. Imperial guard. Get in. We must leave immediately."
"alright, everyone, in! lets go! Lets go! MOVE!"
The tyranids, who were previously slowly advancing, hiss, realizing that their prey is escaping. They charge, enraged. The space marines fire hails of bullets, covering the retreating Kasrkin. Finally, they too board the torpedo. The pilot, a computer, begins repeating safety instructions, while the engine revs up to fire back to the Scythe 3. A space marine shuts and seals the boarding door, and peeks out the window. He gasps in shock. A section of the wall on the Iudicus XI, collapses, to reveal a Carnifex. It rumbles toward the boarding torpedo.
The space marine commander, seeing this, moves to the back of the torpedo, and turns on the back defensive storm bolter. He begins calmly firing. The Boarding torpedo reads "90% complete for reflight to Scythe 3."
The Storm Bolter reads "1 minutes worth of ammo remaining. The Commander calmly keeps firing. The bullets are simply slamming into the Carnifex and crumpling against its hard bones. The Carnifex reaches a clawed hand and grips the boarding torpedo. Suddenly, the boarding torpedo blasts off, with the carnifex still holding the back. The Iudicus XI is left behind, with a small hole where the boarding torpedo was inserted. The Commander looks out the back window. The carnifex is still alive, but shaken by the fuel blast.
Its becoming angrier.
One of the Space Marines contacts the Scythe 3.
"we have an extra load on our tail. Please prepare to dispose of it."
"affirmative."
A opening appears on the massive Sycthe 3's hull, and the shuttle enters. It slowly land with the carnifex still holding on, who leaps off into the landing pad within the ship. Its very angry, and wants some meat. Its about to rip the boarding torpedo open when suddenly, hails of devastator slugs come from every direction. Automatic Internal defenses are pounding away at the carnifex, and the Scythe 3's security personnel are ripping away at the Carnifex with machine guns, plasma rifles, automatic bolters, mounted turrets, and so forth. By the guns are smoking, the carnifex is but a mere bloody rag. Blood and guts lay about, splashed around by the rain of fire. A security officer opens the back ramp of the boarding torpedo, which is badly worn and damaged. A shaken kasrkin emerges, in a daze. The security officer shakes his hand, and gives a grim smile.
"Welcome board to the Scythe 3."
One of the Kasrkin looks around, sees the dozens of armed guards with guns smoking, sees the turrets pointed at the still burning body of the ruined carnifex, and faints.
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