The red thirst-A Blood Angels story

Well I'm a backstory addict and I also love to write. Put these two together and you get me writing a story every time I start a new army. THus, with me starting a Blood Angels army three days ago, here is the first part of the background novel to my force of the Blood Angles...

“Tactical Squad Toris, open fire! All guns rapid fire!”
The air was abruptly filled with thunderous roar of gunfire as the armored bimorphs swung their weapons forward, waiting a swift second to aim the large guns before pulling their triggers, sending a sea of bolts flying through the air towards the sea of charging aliens.
The foul greenskins howled in inhuman rage and anger as the most forward of their number was struck by the bolts, each of the hit having a second to register their death before the radioactive shells erupted from within their bodies, blowing limbs off and torsos apart in miniature explosions of gore. The survivors howled in rage as they ran over their fallen, trampling the bodies into nothingness or simply ramming the hit that still stood to the ground, their massive axes and other make shift weapons pounding against the ground, guns or any other aliens that had the bad look to bump into another as the horde charged forward.
“Eat this greenskins” Brother Crain snarled as he leveled his Missile Launcher and released a Frag missile into the teaming horde. His deep red armor lit up temporarily as he was struck by the light from the explosion, his massive body taking a quick step to the side in order to avoid the broken corpse of one of the Orks as it was propelled towards them by the force of the explosion. Though his helmet hid his face, the sound of his laughter passing though the vox-net in his sergeants own helmet betrayed his almost sick enjoyment at the unleashment of the emperor’s wrath on the unholy barbarians.
But still the Orks continued to advance, their massive muscle bound forms smashing through the thick black smoke as the continued to bellow their monsters war cry, every thought in their small minds focused entirely on the complete destruction of the ten Space Marines that stood before them. Their screamed and howled as their raised crude imitations of handguns and released their own retaliation of fire towards them, snarling in rage as they saw the bullets bounce from the ceramite armor, leaving nothing more than small dents or scratches on the deep red paint. They fired until their ammo clips were spent before simply giving another roar as they threw their guns away and pulled out more hand weapons, swinging them through the air as they prepared themselves for the killing to come. Each footstep and scream bringing them closer and closer to their pray, to the killing they lived for. Just a little closer...
“Purge the alien” Brother Janes suddenly screamed as he rose to his feet and swung his flamer to bare, giving a growl of rage as a sea of flammable fuel was released upon the advancing horde, passing over a small tongue of flame that burned at the end of the weapon and instantly igniting into a tongue of burning death. Orks screamed and bellowed in pain as their rubbery flesh was suddenly ignited and the thick, horrific stench of unholy skin burning. Several gave in to the flames as they fell crippled to the ground, the suddenly silent heads being crushed under the boots of their comrades as they continued to push forward, but still some of the burning Orks continued to charge forward, the sheer pain of the flames seeming to do nothing more than fuel their rage as they rose their blades above their heads and readied to swing them down upon their pray.
“Draw blades!” Brother-Sergeant Toris knew that he didn’t need to give the order as his men’s decades of experience caused them to drop their bolt guns and draw the combat knives that they held around their belts and raised them to parry the first swings of the Orks. He snarled as he revved up his chain-sword and gave his own deafening roar and charged towards the greenskins to meet them head on, trusting in his men to follow without glancing back.
The air seemed too exploded as the two forces collided and metal struck against metal, rubbery skin and ceramite in a deafening chorus of battle. Toris roared in rage as he swung his chain-sword around in a vicious ark the tore the head of a nearby Ork in half, his massive foot rising to kick the corpse away as he parried another Ork that had come up from behind and smashed his armored fist against its ugly face, grinning in satisfaction as he saw teeth explode and felt the xeno’s jaw shatter beneath his superhuman strength. He felt the wind whip around his face, piercing the raw skin beneath where he had had an experience stud implanted above his shaven eyebrow only the day before, as Brother Crain released another Frag missile at a bunch of Ork Boyz that had been firing a series of larger guns than their brethren down upon the embattled forces, not caring about the fact that their bullets were killing their own men and barely even scratching the Space Marines.
“Xeno artillery neutralized sir” Crain stated almost sarcastically as he swung his missile launcher around and used the sheer weight of the instrument to cave in the Ork’s head with brutal and well placed efficiency. Toris paused for a second as he tried to decide whether he would call anything the Orks massed ‘artillery’ before deciding there were more important matters at hand and instead swung his blade in a harsh uppercut that tore the head from another of the Orks.
Toris cursed as he saw Brother Grat give a roar as he slammed against the a large Ork that strode a full head above the rest of the greenskins, a massive, bloodstained axe clutched in its meaty hands as it slammed the combat knife from Grat’s hands and wrapped another hand around the marines helmet, lifting him into the air and bringing him to eye level with the blood crazed Ork. Grat screamed and kicked as his armored feet against the Ork Nobz chest, prompting nothing more than a fit of crude laugher as it raised its axe high into the air and swung it down in a vicious arc that sliced down from Grat’s neck down from out under his arm, severing the top-right of his torso from the rest of his body. The Nob howled in joy at its kill as it tore Grat’s head from what was left of his body and lifted it above his head, allowing the blood to drip down into his open mouth and run down his chin as the Boyz around him gave another scream of rage and surged forward towards the other Marines, the tide of bodies crushing Brother Yalling as crudely forged blades and knives plunged through the gaps in his ceramite armor, through neck and up his arm-pits and knee caps, everywhere where the black rubber showed in the joints the Orks tore and stabbed.
Toris gave a snarl as he saw the two ruins on the lower right corner of his helmets HUD display flick off to signal the deaths of his men as he drove his blade through the chest of another Ork, practically using his fists to beat the Ork’s body from the blade as it caught before turning towards the Nob as it crushed Grat’s helmet in its massive hand and turned towards him, using its arm to wipe the blood from its chin in as much an uncivilized manner as possible.
“You havin’ fun ’umies?” The Nob laughed as it tossed the giant choppa from hand to hand, stopping only to strike a Boy across the head when it thought it was supposed to laugh too and yelled that he was the only one to be laughing. It gave a grunt as it kicked the unlucky boy a couple more times before seeming to forget about it and looking back towards Toris and grinning at him. “You da boss of dem ‘umies?”
“I am” Toris said as he advanced towards the Nob, glancing to notice that the gathered Ork Boyz had stopped trying to attack him and were instead moving around to fight the rest of his men instead, followed mere seconds later by another of the small runes on his HUD display flickering and dying to signal the loss of yet another of his men. But he had to keep his mind in the now, it was clear that the advancing Ork was ready to strike him and if he was not ready then it would all be over. “My name is Sergeant Toris of the 7th company of the Blood Angels chapter of the Emperor’s own Space Marines and I have come to destroy you in the name of…”
“I don’t give a damn who you are ya lousy git!” The Nob yelled out as it leveled its weapon and released a shot that bounced from the sergeant’s helmet without leaving any damage “All I care about is da fact that you iz gonna be dead in a couple of minutes and den I I’z gonna go an kill da rest of ya boyz”
“We shall see…” Was all Toris said before he threw himself forward at the Nob, snarling as his Chainsword was intercepted by the big choppa…
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Birds and alien creatures screeched in fear as they scattered from the massive metallic bimorphs that swung down from the sky and flew across the sea of dull red trees in a large triangle formation. Their screams of fear were all but drowned out by the deafening roar of the craft’s engines as they tore through the sky, twin white strakes trailing from the tips of their two wings as they sliced through the ash chocked atmosphere, the dull red of their hulls seeming to swirl and blend with the black clouds as they slowed and lowered down into the cloud layer, the craft shaking as they struck the strong turbulence that would have crippled any lesser craft.
From within the hull of the lead Thunderhawk, Brother-Captain Aristos gently kissed the blade of his Power Sword as he readied himself for the fall into the heat of battle. He grimaced as he fought with the lust for blood that he could feel rising up within him, the lust that was always present whenever he was preparing for a fight and called out to him with every life that he took in the name of the emperor. The lust that had plagued his chapter since the fall of their primarch in a time long beyond the memories of even the oldest of the chapter’s librarians, the dark days of the Horus Heresy.
“Brother Captain, we are drawing close to the landing zone”
Aristos sighed as he opened his eyes to see the massive form of Brother Lycados leaning over him, the marines Terminator armor taking up all available space within the stomach of the Holy Thunderhawk. The was a moment silence before Aristos gave a gentle nod and watched as the Terminator turned around and moved to stand against main hatch at the rear of the craft with a second of the massive armored marines, where they would be able to be the first of the marines to leave and hurl themselves into the bloodbath that would inevitable be raging below. Each of the three Thunderhawk carried two of the Terminator armor baring marines, the sacred chapter relics being seen as far too vital to have on a single transport for fear that they would all be loss should one be shot down.
Glancing around the rest of the Thunderhawk’s interior, Aristos exchanged glances with each other the other ten marines that had taken up seats on either side of the carrier bay. Each of them bore the trademark deep red Power Armor of the Blood Angels but had replaced their helmets with ones of a brilliant gold, their shoulder pads also being replaced with golden studded plats and long scrolls of parchment held in place by a bright red seal. They were a ten man squad of the chapters finest, Sternguard Veterans of the sacred 1st company. Each bore a large Bolt gun that had been armed with blessed shells far more powerful than any other marine could hope to fire and each had been passed down from the very first Space Marines of the first Blood Angels Legion, holy relics of the golden age of humanity when the emperor had still marched at its head.
“ETA: 2 minutes” came the call from the pilots as the body of the Thunderhawk once again shook with another burst of turbulence. As soon as he said it the gathered marines went into all too often rehearsed routine of checking their ammunition, supplies and giving their last minute prayers for guidance and for the emperor’s aid in keeping their ‘flaw’ in check during the coming battle.
“Incoming fire!”
Again the craft shook, swinging into a violent maneuver as the air around it exploded into fire as explosive shells erupted into the air, blasting out from the sea of black bodies that swarmed beneath them as the three craft dropped below the cloud layer and swung around to make their landing run on the battle ground below.
Aristos snarled as he saw the form of no less the thirty Basilisk Artillery Tanks lined up along the top of the far hill, the ground around them painted black by the mass of bodies that swarmed around them. The stolen guns sounded out again and again as they released their loads towards the three craft, the user’s lack of skill in aiming the massive guns being the only thing that allowed the Thunderhawk’s to stay in the air as more and more shells exploded around them.
“How in the wrap did the greenskins get a hold of Basilisk!?” One of the pilots yelled out as a shell detonated only a couple of inches from the nose of the craft, sending the massive ion transport spiraling out of control for a second before being brought back under control.
“They must have brought them with them when they made planet side” The other pilot replied as he flicked several switches to bring out the Thunderhawk’s dorsal fins in order to give them more balance the local PDF forces don’t use Basilisk”
“I don’t care how they got them!” Aristos yelled as another explosion erupted beside the left wing “Just get us down before we all get shot down!”
“Yes sir”
Without another word, the captain turned around and looked around at the Veterans and Terminators that now stayed in complete silence, still as statues as they prepared for the shock of landing before the doors opened and they charged into the fray.
“We have a Squad of marines stranded in the field below, surrounded on all sides by a sea of greenskins who don’t seem very welcoming” He didn’t know why it was that he was reminding the members of the 1st company of their jobs when he was only the commander of the 7th company but he supposed that he was so used to doing it to comfort his own men that it had become a comfort for himself to do so, reminding himself that he was in command here and of the responsibility that thus fell upon him. If anything it helped him to control the ‘flaw’ more than simply sitting around and thinking about the fight to come “We need to get down there and relieve them of some pressure and push back the greenskins before they can make it to the Hive city several hundred clicks north of here. We believe the Warboss Headsplitta is present in this current wave of Orks so this is our best chance to land a blow on the xeno that it will take the years to recover from, more than enough time for us to cleanse this world of their filth. We will deploy…”
Aristos was cut short by a deafening roar as the Thunderhawk shook more violently than ever and the pilots begun screaming and cursing at one and other from the front of the transport. As he moved back towards the window he cursed as he saw one of the Thunderhawk’s wings get blown apart by a well placed (Or more likely incredibly lucky) shot. There was a second of the craft shaking in the air before the proud transport begun to plummet towards the ground, bellowing thick black smoke form the hole in its side. The black smoke seemed to be broken briefly by several small dots of deep red as the marines from within were sucked out of the craft and fell to the floor below. Then the Thunderhawk gave a last roar of defiance with its engines before it smashed against the sea of Orks below in a spectacular explosion, hauling a sea of shrapnel into the horde as the burning metal tore the alien bodies apart in almost last act of rage towards the Orks that had killed it.
“Brother Capitan we are initiating an emergency landing!”
Aristos didn’t reply as he threw himself into a nearby chair as he felt another explosion send their own Thunderhawk plummeting to the ground. He could do nothing save pray as he heard the pilots fight to keep the craft level in order to avoid major damage when they crashed. He could do nothing except pray as he waited to see if death was about to take him before he even managed to get into the fight against the Orks…
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“Quit moving ya lousy Git! How can I kill ya if you’re moving?!”
The Ork Nob roared in sheer frustration and rage as his big choppa found nothing but air yet again, smashing against the ground in an explosion of dust and smoke. The brute snarled as it wiped away the blood that had been trickling from where its teeth had been shattered by a wall placed blow from its armored opponent. It swung its hands around in massive and wild punches as it desperately tried to land a blow on the sergeant.
Sergeant Toris could only growl as he side-stepped yet another blow from the giant xeno, countering with a harsh swing from his Chainsword that tore a chunk of green, rubbery flesh from its arm and sending the Ork into yet another fit of rage filled strikes. He had no idea how long he had been dueling the Ork for, nor how long it would take for the reinforcements to arrive. All he knew was that he had to stay alive for as long as his strength would allow him and that if he didn’t kill the Ork now, then death was the only thing he could expect in return.
It was strange really, the Ork before him was obviously of a very high ranking in the social structure of the WAAAGH! that had fallen upon the planet several weeks before. But, for the sheer size of the Ork and the brute strength of the Ork, it was incredible fast and almost elegant in its motions and no matter what pattern or tactic he used in his own attacks, the brute would somehow deflect it and strike back with another below of rage. It was sending him into a rage that almost matched that of the Ork before him, every blow that the alien deflected only served to raise the lust to spill blood that was filling him, a lust to spill the life blood of the enemies of the emperor and bring the Imperium of man that little bit closer to peace. He had fought the ‘flaw’ that had existed within him for so long, only giving in to it once when he had been in his first few years as a scout back in the first Armageddon war, but now…it seemed that it was the only way for him to survive.
The veteran sergeant cursed as he saw yet another of his squads life ruins fade out, signaling the end of yet another valiant soldier and leaving only four left active. From the corner of his eye, he could see Brother Janes swinging a crude axe, which he had pulled from the body of an Ork after his flamer had been punctured and the fuel lost, around to slice yet another of the greenskins skulls apart before another of them ran up behind and slammed a blade with buzzing, chainsaw like teeth against the marines arm, tearing through the black rubber with ease and sending an explosion of blood out into the air. Janes howled in pain before ramming the hilt of his axe through the Ork’s eye socket and forcing it through the rear of its head, flexing his hand as his genetically enhanced blood immediately begun to clog up from contact with the air.
“Look at me when ya fight me!” The Ork Nob screamed as it swung again, the axe again missing Toris but instead swinging so far around that it plowed through the chest of another Ork, sending it stumbling backwards and prompting a fit of horse laughter from the giant brute. “See? Hes got da right idea. Yar supposed ta die when I kill ya! Now quite ya running and get…ta….”
The Ork fell silent as its rubbery face curled into a deep frown as it stared upwards towards the sky, the other Orks around it following suit as they stared at some unknown event. The giant alien seemed to blink a couple of times before turning around and screaming at the Orks around it, snatching a large and primitive form of a walkie talkie from them and bellowing for ‘Da Big Guns’ to open fire. It turned its back towards the Toris as it looked up towards the hill where several dark shapes seemed to appear and release a thunderous and terrifying chorus of gunfire as they released a storm of fire and death towards the skies. It roared in joy at the awakening of the guns and seemed to forget about Toris.
Big mistake…
Toris gave a fierce roar as he revved up his Chainsword again and charged forward, his upper lips curling up to show his teeth as he rammed it deep into the spin of the Ork Nob, yelling in rage as he twisted the blade to cause extra pain as he bathed his mind in the Orks scream of pain and rage, his enraged strength proving to much for the Ork as it swung and tired to pull the blade free, the beasts movement only proving to dig the still spinning blades deeper into its body. It cursed and swore as it tried to push its body backwards to crush the marine before its voice was cut as an explosion of blood ripped from its throat as his step back caused the Chainsword to completely sever its spin. Toris gave another roar as the alien’s body begun to twitch and convulse in its death throw before finally falling still, falling limp on his blade and crashing against the floor with a deep thud, tearing the blade from Toris’ hand as its teeth caught in the green flesh.
Looking down upon the dead alien, Toris looked up at the sky and saw the three Thunderhawk’s descend from the sky. He howled in utter rage as he saw an explosion rip the wing of one of the proud machines, sending it plummeting to the ground to its doom. He snarled as he placed a heavy gauntleted foot on the dead Nob and ripped his blade from it with a tug and another explosion of blood. His blue eyes narrowed in utter rage as he saw the Orks swarm around where the second two Thunderhawks were landing and ran towards them, Chainsword slicing xenos apart in seconds as he ran towards his brothers.
From atop a nearby hill, Brother Janis could only curse and fight on as he watched his sergeant give in to the ‘flaw’ and the red thirst overwhelmed him...
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Captain Aristos could do nothing but grit his teeth as the metallic world around him seemed to exploded into a hurricane of screaming and the heavy smash of metal against rock sent anything that wasn’t bolted down flying through the air and crashing against the contained marines as they sat rigid in their seats, centuries of experience making the veterans brace their reinforced bodies from the collisions. The entire stomach of their Thunderhawk seemed to implode as the sacred Ceramite armor plating smashed against the planet’s surface with unimaginable force, caving in the base of the transport as it slammed against the solid ground, shattering the foundations of the decade old craft. Aristos was barely able to keep in his seat as he felt it buckled and bent, an explosion of orange light tore through his closed eyelids revealing an eruption of fire had broken through from somewhere within the crafts body and the sounds of crashing and clashing armor signaled the movements of the Sternguard veterans around him as the crippled Thunderhawk continued to slid across the ground.
The metal foundations howled and screamed in protest as the transport smashed through object on the outside, Ork walkers, Trukks and bodies being smashed apart as it plowed across the ground propelled along by the force in which it had crashed. From outside, greenskins howled and roared as they threw themselves out of the massive mechanical titan as it plowed through their lines before it finally drew to a halt with another massive discharge of steam and ash.
No sooner had it drawn still then Orks begun to swarm over it in their hundreds, climbing over the burning metal as they raced each other to pry open the thick metal body and get their massive hands on the marines inside. They bellowed and punched each other as they fought to be the first there, smashing their axes against the thick hull off the Thunderhawk on the odd chance that it will by some miracle be able to puncture it. They howled in frustration as they saw a third Thunderhawk sore over head, the large cannons mounted on its hull speaking out and blasting massive chunks from the greenskin horde, so many living things contained within that were too cowardly to come down and fight them fairly, it was enough to drive any Ork into a blood lust.
From within the downed Thunderhawk, Captain Aristos mouthed a silent prayer to the emperor as he looked down over the motionless body of one of the veterans that he had traveled with, a massive chunk a shattered and twisted metal emoting from his chest where it had fallen during the crash, an honorable life ended in such a poor way.
“Commander, we must move now”
Aristos sighed heavily as he reached out and placed the fallen veteran’s Boltgun across his chest in a last act of respect before standing and turning away from him to face the other marines gathered around him, once the area was secure the chapters apothecary’s would come and remove the sacred gene-scene from him and thus all he could do now was make the area clear.
The marines around him were silent as they waited for him to give them orders, a couple trailing the barrels of their Boltgun across the seal points of the Thunderhawk as the air was filled with the thunderous clash and ringing as the Orks outside tried to claw their way through the armor. They could wait within the hollow shell of the Thunderhawk almost indefinitely, but they were Blood Angels and they would not cower before any enemies of the emperor no matter how numerous.
With another glance around the Thunderhawk, he gave a slight nod towards Brother Lycados. The other marines had to shift towards each other slightly in order to give room for Lycados room to move as his massive Terminator armor bent to allow the Powerfist to rise and slam against the broken rear ramp of the Thunderhawk…
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“Moving in for another run!”
Brother Librarian Kronen cursed to himself as he felt the body of his Thunderhawk shake and groan as another shell from the Basilisk tank below exploded beside it in a massive cloud of smoke and heard the pitter of shrapnel tearing against the craft’s armor.
All ready the hills had begun to clear as the last in the Ork force pored over, leaving the open plane that had become the battle field nothing more than a massive, swirling puddle of chaos and violence as the Orks swarmed over each other in their attempt to reach the Marines that has now been completely cut off and surrounded by the greenskins.
The horde was completely unlike anything he had seen before. They were as numerous as any Tyranid horde that he had seen but they lacked any trace of unification whatsoever, each and every one of the Orks were independent and horrifically crude, each intending to fight and kill for nothing but fun and caring nothing for its Greenskin brethren. They didn’t fight according to any plan, other than the low cunning that their leaders had formed as they grew in power, instead using the casual tactic of screaming like hell and running towards their enemies with the intent of striking them across the head as much and as hard as possible. That was what made them such a formidable opponent, most other creatures in the galaxy could be understood to at least some degree and could there for me anticipated in their actions, but the Orks made almost everything up as they went along, they were almost completely unpredictable save for the fact that they will eventually get around to trying to kill you and then each other. But what made them worse, was the fact that they all had a low amount of psychic powers that bound them all together, a power that they had come to christen as the WAAAAGH!, naming their entire culture after it and using it for anything that could, even without realizing it. The WAAAGH could be found in anything they did, making the impossible possible in improbable means as the mere idea that red paint made their transports move faster allowed them to do so, and weapons that the laws of physics declared to be impossible to work.
And was exactly for this reason that Kronen felt his very mind seize as his own psychic abilities were strained by the xenos mere presence as they allowed the WAAAAGH! to completely overtake their minds and surged forwards once again, any choppas that were out of reach of the marines being slammed against the ground or another Ork as they desperately tried to satisfy the battle lust that took them with the WAAAAAGH! He was still only a newly established Librarian, having been placed into the position after the companies previous librarian was killed by an incredibly lucky shot from an Ork Loota only two planetary cycles before. Thus he hadn’t become completely accustomed to the psychic hood that he now wore or the constant stress on his very will that the power of the Ork WAAAGH! placed upon him, not to mention if he were to face against any….
“Emperors teeth!” Kronen cursed as the Thunderhawk shook again as one of the side engines suddenly gave out, chewing through something soft as an explosion of blood tore through the rear of the engine and what he could only assume to be bone caught in the gears, snapping circuitry and overloading fuel canisters as they suddenly overheated and detonated, causing the entire craft to shiver and groan as it spun down into a harsh angle and begun falling downwards. The Liberian gritted his teeth in as he looked down at the sea of Orks, his eyes widening in surprise as he saw the Orks part around the Looted Basilisk as a large form climbed out of one of the parked Trukks and leveled a weapon of impossible size towards them, three golden orbs spinning with terrible speed as Kronen felt the very fabric of reality shiver and part, bleeding into the warp as something was thrown though the fabric of reality towards their ship, a sudden explosion of blood as a small creature collided with the nose of the Thunderhawk in mid-air signaling the weapons aim.
From the front of the craft, the pilot barely had time to show an expression of confusion before his head exploded as another of the green creatures tore its way free of his skull, as if it had been teleported into the mans very body before giving a snarl and hurling itself at the copilot, small blood covered hands tearing into the shocked mans throat before he was able to swat it away and call out that he was going to land the transport, his hands running across the controls with the speed and precision that only years of experience could offer.
Again the Thunderhawk lunged as the massive Ork below swung its giant weapon around and released another impossible wave of teleported Grots at them, the small creatures clawing their way out of the pilots consuls and a couple of the marines within the craft, ripping their ways out of their chests or limbs as they screamed out in fear at whatever horrors they had seen during their short journey through the tunnels of the warp, some vomiting and defecating on the marines armor as they gave into the sheer horror that must have driven their tiny minds apart before their bodies exploded as the well placed shots from the marines bolters struck and detonated within them.
“They’re on the other engine!” the copilot yelled out as he looked out the window to see the a dozen of the Grotz clawing across the engine before getting sucked inwards by the propellers and causing them to exploded with horrific force.
The marines could only look at each other in what every version of fear they felt as the Thunderhawk gave one last lunge before it begun to plummet downwards, hurtling towards the Ork filled ground with horrific speed.

Nice, very good story. One or two spelling mistakes, but good nonetheless. Feel like ending it?

Yep, i have it all planned out.
I'll be posting an update twice a week. One on Monday and one on Thursday.

Oh, that's mean. By the way, edit your post when you update, rather than replying - stops it being split up.

M'kay.
But it will result in that one post being very long...

Better than splitting it up over multiple pages. If you like, a mod can delete all posts but the story, make it nice to read.

naw, I like to have the feed back
THank you

I'll be writing a similar story soon about an assault on the space wolf chapter planet Fenris I did start on it but accidentally hit the exit button :@ Don't know when though probably when my mum takes off these fucking parental controls and stops spying on me

God my dad used to do that. After a while of 'being good' he gave up and now I'm free to do whatever i want

Explains how you managed to stay on legion for more than a few hours.

Lol It does that

i am my houses computer admin, so its all good for me

Allright for some then

I am digging this story I demand MOAR!

Indeed, MOAR!

Nice next bit. Look forward to seeing what's going to happen.

Your wish is my command

That's what she said.

Not heard that joke in a while
Anyway, new update systerm in that i will now post a new update every night seeing as it seems to have been enjoyed

There we go, the first chapter is complete and you can expect the second chapter soon. I will publish the entire thing at once and it will be a new post so watch out for it

Nice.