Chaos On The Battlefield- Part 2

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Chaplain Odiel landed among a group of Chaos Cultists, human followers of the Dark Gods. Although they were no match for the forces of the Imperium, the Chaos scum often used them to bulk out their numbers.
Chaplain Odiel tore through their ranks without a pause and fired a bullet through the head of their leader. As the scum fell to the ground the fortified encampment wall behind him exploded with astonishing force. As rubble the size of some houses crashed to the ground all around him, Chaplain Odiel took a few seconds to take in his surroundings. He begrudgingly accepted the fact that the Chaos traitors new how to build defences. Long, straight roads led to the Skyshield, but these had been blocked by rockcrete mini-fortifications. Behind each was at least one Chaos Marine squad, armed with the most devastating weapons they could bring to bear.
Through the new whole in the wall behind him a large tank moved through the dust. It was the 4th Company’s Vindicator tank. The large Siege Shield on the front of it pushed the rubble to the side, clearing the way for following vehicles. As the Chaos Marines at the next mini-fort unleashed their firepower upon it, the Demolisher Cannon mounted in the Vindicator’s hull fired. The Demolisher Cannon was developed specifically to blast its’ way through fortifications like these, just as it had done with the outer wall. The mini-fort proved to be no match.
Behind the Vindicator more Imperial tanks arrived. First came two Leman Russ class tanks. A mainstay of the Imperial Guard, this tank was the best that the planetary defences had to offer. Their Battle Cannons, while not as powerful as the Demolisher, had a greater range.
The three heavy tanks kept up a devastating barrage between them, sending the Chaos Marines into disarray. Chaplain Odiel smiled to himself as he saw the next two tanks to manoeuvre their way through the hole. One was a Rhino class troop carrier, which was undoubtedly carrying a full squad of ten Space Marines.
The other was a Razorback. The Razorback was essentially nought more than a Rhino with a large gun strapped to the back, at the expense of carrying capacity. Within this would be Captain Johan and his unit of veteran warriors. Both vehicles manoeuvred their way around the tank line and roared towards the remains of the mini-fort.
Chaplain Odiel fired up his Jump Pack and followed them. The Rhino ploughed through the rubble of the mini-fort without slowing down. The squad within would establish a beach-head ahead of them. The Razorback skidded to a sideways stop as the doors and rear loading doors opened, unloading the six-man squad within. The Chaos Marine squad had gathered what little courage was theirs and charged, ignoring the bullets bouncing off of their Power Armour.
The Chaos forces outnumbered the Captains’ squad by at least three to one, but Captain Johan and his veterans didn’t let this deter them. As they entered melee both sides drew their combat weapons. Most attacks were deflected by the armour, but some hit home. Two of his veterans’ fell, but Captain Johan more than avenged them. With his ancient sword in hand, he decapitated three Chaos Marines on his own, whilst the remaining veterans dispatched two more.
Neither side gave an inch, although the Chaos had lost their impetus. Chaplain Odiel gripped his Crozius Arcanum tightly as he approached them. He swung it with all of his might, backed up by the momentum of the Jump Pack. The Crozius slammed into a Chaos Marines’ midriff, snapping the man in half. The Crozius continued on its’ upward arc and into the face of another foe.
Within moments of his charge the Chaos Marines were broken, the survivors fleeing for their lives. Chaplain Odiel turned to see Captain Johan checking the status of his fallen comrades.
“They’ll live, but they cannot be moved for now.” Apothecary Tehir said.
“Very well. But we cannot wait. Send word for some Imperial Guard to look after them until this is finished.”
“Yes sir!”
“Chaplain, I thank you for the assist.” Captain Johan said as he rose to his feet.
“You could have handled them. My squad is injured and needs assistance. They are on the battlements.”
“Imperial Guard have secured the outer wall. They will have already received help. We press forward.” Captain Johan gestured to his squad to get back inside the Razorback. Another unit of Space Marines arrived to secure the location.
Just as Captain Johan was about to board the Razorback he noticed a loud rumbling from the direction of the Skyshield. He turned in time to see the Rhino explode in a massive fireball which engulfed the Tactical Squad around it.
Through the fires and flames strode a hellish beast. Its’ armour was a deep red and covered in golden spikes. The creatures’ massive head butted Space Marines out of the way as if they were nothing. Atop the great beast sat a Chaos Marine wearing matching armour and carrying a glowing axe. Accompanying him were more Chaos Marines wearing similarly coloured armour. Johan recognised them. He had fought their kind before.
Khorne Berzerkers. The most dangerous of all of the followers of Chaos. These men had devoted themselves to combat in all of its forms. They butchered their way through the Tactical squad.
Captain Johan drew his sword. “That’s him. The Chaos Lord. We cannot let him escape with his life. Marines, attack!”
As one man the veterans, the Tactical squad and Chaplain Odiel broke cover. Drawing their Bolt Pistols they fired into the enemy ranks, causing a few casualties. Even as they fell the Khorne Berzerkers cut off their own heads.
The Chaos Lord raised his axe above his head and spurred his monstrous beast forward. Captain Johan made a beeline straight for him. As the two warriors neared each other Captain Johan placed his left foot sideways, then spun around on it, swinging his sword in a wide arc as he did so. The beast narrowly missed him and continued onwards, only to slide to a stop several yards later.
Its head had been cut in half by Captain Johan’s sword.
The Chaos Lord roared with anger as he walked away from his dead mount. He pointed at Captain Johan with his left hand, “I am Lord Qo’tar the unconquerable, servant of the Chaos God Khorne, executioner of Chapter Master Sotariu of the White Lizards, slaughterer of an entire Company of the Black Knights and the last man you will ever face in combat,” he announced, “Make peace with your false god.”
“I do not care for talk,” Captain Johan replied “Now die like the dog you are.”
Qo’tar snarled in response and charged forward, his axe swinging above his head. Captain Johan parried the first blow, then ducked quickly to avoid the backswing. He twisted his sword, catching his foe on the left arm. Qo’tar hopped backwards out of reach.
They circled each other for a few moments before Qo’tar feinted an attack, which Captain Johan didn’t fall for. Qo’tar feinted again, but followed up with another feint, both of which Captain Johan ignored. Qo’tar feinted for a third time, but this time Captain Johan reacted. He knocked the handle of Qo’tar’s axe with a heavy blow, but Qo’tar used his free hand to force the sword down and followed up with a head butt. The two helmets clanged loudly. Captain Johan stumbled backwards, momentarily stunned. Qo’tar took a step forward and slashed his axe across Captain Johan’s stomach, cleaving through the Power Armour as if it was papier mache. Captain Johan roared with pain as Qo’tar slashed through his chest armour with equal ease.
As the axe swung towards him once more, this time at head height, he gathered himself. He had experienced greater pain back when he had been an initiate, during the process that transformed him into the Space Marine he was. And he hadn’t made Captain by giving up either. With new fire in his soul he caught the axe by the handle and swung his sword upwards, cleaving through Qo’tar’s shoulder.
With an understandable degree of shock Qo’tar stumbled, but recovered quickly. With his remaining hand he drew his Plasma Pistol, an ancient weapon he had kept ever since his days serving the Emperor, over 10,000 years ago. Before he could fire a bolt of super-charged plasma at point-blank range into his opponent’s face, the sword swung downward and removed his hand.
Seeing an opportunity that would not come again Captain Johan drew his arm back and rammed his sword point-first through the stomach of Qo’tar. After twisting it slowly Captain Johan ripped it out sideways. Qo’tar fell to the ground, torn almost in two. However, he was still breathing, so Captain Johan raised his sword and prepared to pierce Qo’tar’s brain.
That’s when Captain Johan was hit with a bolt of lightning to the chest.

Chaos On The Battlefield

Well, I've been on hiatus for a while now. I'm not really sure why, but I just couldn't bring myself to get past that 30 post mark. Of course, this one changes things, and hopefully shall bring about changes in how I run this blog.

This story is set in the universe of Warhammer 40,000. Warhammer, Warhammer 40,000, Space Marines and just about everything except character names are copyright of Games Workshop. That having been said, the characters themselves are copyright of me.

In the grim darkness of the far future there is no peace, no respite, no forgiveness. There is only war.


Supreme Planetary Defence Minister Jason K. Bennett was disgruntled. This was not an unusual state of affairs due to his Home world’s proximity to the massive Warpstorm known as the Eye of Terror. For his entire 80 year lifespan he had been either battling Chaos incursions or training for battles. But on this particular evening he was even more disgruntled than usual. The reason for this disgruntlement was standing before him, ordering him around as if he were some common soldier.
The man before him was no mere man. He was Captain Johan of the Black Knights Chapter of Space Marines and could be described as nothing short of superhuman. Standing at over 8 foot tall, Captain Johan wore an ancient suit of black-painted Power Armour. His presence was imposing to say the least. He was explaining his battle strategy to Minister Bennett and several other Defence Ministers.
Minister Bennett nodded politely as Captain Johan spoke, knowing that to disagree would be a folly of immense proportions. The Space Marines had arrived to aid thanks to a personal request, but they had made it clear that they would just as readily destroy the entire planet as save it. If he were to protect his home, he would have to accept humility.
After Captain Johan had finished explaining his plan Minister Bennett rose from his seat and strode over to the window. He sighed deeply and looked towards the horizon. Just beyond the walls of his city lay the Chaos encampment. After their initial attack secured them several Skyshield landing pads they had suddenly ceased hostilities, content to repel counterattacks whilst more reinforcements arrived.
After two days of ineffectual attempts to remove them, the Space Marines had suddenly made contact. Minister Bennett had all but begged for their aid, and they had agreed. It was barely an hour later, but the Space Marines were already gearing up for their assault.
“I take it you will not be joining us for the attack, Supreme Minister.” Captain Johan said. It was not a question.
“As you so delicately explained, I am required here in case your assault is unsuccessful. Do you really believe that a hundred men will be enough?”
“We have the blessings of the Emperor with us. The Chaos scum will not escape our rightful fury.”
“You say that with such conviction that it is impossible not to believe you. May the Emperor guide you.”
“And may He protect you as well.” Captain Johan said before leaving. Minister Bennett turned back to the window and sighed again.
“May He protect us all.”

Deep within the Chaos encampment a man by the name of Qo’tar was itching with frustration.
“I do not enjoy this waiting Tai’kor. For more than two days you have had us waiting. We should be out there in glorious combat, tearing the followers of the false emperor limb from limb. Why do you insist that we wait?”
“For reinforcements my lord.” The Sorcerer replied.
“We do not need any more reinforcements, we have enough already.”
“My lord, one cannot just charge at an entire planet’s worth of men. We must ensure that we attack precisely, destroying their morale. Only then can we charge upon the palace and take claim of this world.” Just as Tai’kor was managing to calm his lord’s irritable nature, a Chaos Marine by the name of Wallace entered their bunker.
“My Lord, we have reports that Imperial Space Marines have attacked the western defences.”
Qo’tar grabbed his helmet and grinned maliciously.
“You may keep your waiting games for a more cowardly Lord. For now, the Blood God calls me to battle.” Qo’tar pushed Wallace out of the way and left the bunker.
Tai’kor helped Wallace to his feet, “Well, it looks like the final act is about to play out earlier than expected.”

Chaplain Odiel crushed the skull of yet another Chaos Marine beneath his Crozius. He glanced at his Assault Squad. The Power Axe of Sergeant Zeik tore another foul warrior in half. Around them the rest of the squad dispatched their remaining foes. Chaplain Odiel bellowed an order. As one, the squad activated their jump packs and soared up the side of the sheer wall.
As they approached the top they came under heavy fire. A unit of Chaos Marines wielding Heavy Bolters were protecting the battlements above. Though most shots bounced off of their Power Armour, some hit home, slaying three Space Marines outright. They fell back down to the ground below, but the squad did not falter. Instead they aimed skywards with their Bolt Pistols and unleashed a salvo of their own. Unfortunately the Chaos Marines were also wearing Power Armour and only one fell as a bullet punched through his eye.
Before he even hit the ground the Assault Squad had reached them. Chaplain Odiel wasted no time in smashing an opponent’s skull beneath his Crozius, which he then swung around to break the ribcage of another foe. Odiel dodged a return attack and head butted his foe in reply. The Chaos Marine staggered backwards, leaving himself open for the Crozius to sink into his chest.
To his right Sergeant Zeik hacked through two more Space Marines. He spun around like a mini tornado, his axe a whirling weapon of death. It tore its’ way through both flesh and bone alike, its’ crackling blue energy field making a mockery of any armour it encountered. Sergeant Zeik was therefore surprised when it came to a sudden and very definite stop. Looking down he discovered it was stuck halfway into the barrel of a Heavy Bolter. Looking up he stared as the Chaos Marine pulled the trigger, unleashing three huge shells into Zeiks’ abdomen from point blank range. Gritting his teeth, Sergeant Zeik punched his fist into the face of his enemy, who stumbled backward and over the parapet.
Chaplain Odiel turned to the sergeant and leaned in close so that their helmets were almost touching.
“Can you fight?”
“I’m afraid not sir. I’m unable to feel my lower torso.”
“Then wait here. I’ll send an Apothecary as soon as possible.”
Chaplain Odiel lay his old friend down as comfortably as possible, then activated his Jump Pack and dived into the encampment below.