+++Note+++
This opens another 500 Exp. for all members of Killteam Apache!
Spend it wisely in the Emperors name
Arius'
first mission with the death watch was a clean-up mission on the planet of
Catay 7. The forces of the imperium had recently fought off a minor Tyranid
splinter fleet. The Death Watch were contacted to ensure that the planet was
free of the xenos taint and to assess any further threat. Arius had just been
recruited into kill team Rarner. Initially it seemed that all was left on the
planet was the corpses of xenos scum.
Day 3 of patrols Kill team Rarner were
instructed to search through a large forest located in an isolated area on the
planet which may conceal any xenos threat. Initial investigation of the forest
suggested that no such threat was present. As the Kill team entered the centre
of the forest a chill came over the kill team, a huge clearing had been
created, trees uprooted and the soil had been turned as if some creature had
been burrowing in this area. "This looks like a Maloc burrow!"
Suddenly the ground erupted and a huge Tyranid beast emerged, a Mawlock. It
rose up and emitted a scream which even to the space marines felt like shards
of glass in their ear drums. The creature turned its filthy head to the kill
team squad. "Disband" Screamed Arius, run into the forest. Arius
heard the sounds of bones being crushed as the mangled body of Septan,
devastator marine, flew ahead of him hitting a tree. Arius ran knowing that he
stood no chance of fighting the creature on his own. He ran further the death
cries of his filling his ears somehow he would revenge them. Through the trees
Arius could make out what looked like a storage warehouse. Arius felt the
ground beneath him rumble a sign that the Maloc was burrowing beneath him.
Arius activated his jump pack launching himself in to the air and landed on the
roof of the warehouse below he saw the beast circling having no means of
reaching Arius.
Arius
knew that any way of defeating the creature was inside the warehouse, he
unsheathed his chain sword: Wing of the Raven. He activated the blade and cut
through the roof it was a difficult but his keen chain sword made short work of
the ferrocrete. Arius dropped down into the warehouse, it
was deserted. The facility was clearly a temporary facility dropped on to the
planet from altitude to provide vehicles for fighting troops. This particular
facility held a number of rhinos and razorbacks, nothing Arius could make use
of alone. There was also a large amount of promethium tanks. Arius looked round
the room suddenly something in the corner caught his eye. Walking over he found
a sheet adorned with the sigil of the white scars chapter. Arius pulled the
sheet away to uncover a space marine bike, obviously heavily modified but still
a fine specimen of imperial engineering. A plan formulated in Arius' mind,
"Idea" he whispered.
A Tyranid
organism is a complicated thing without the presence of a hive mind lesser
Tyranid creatures are lost and enter a predatory state, a creature the size of
a Maloc however is not so afflicted yet their senses will be dulled slightly.
The creature circled the area it had last caught a scent, a scent which was
there but hidden. Suddenly the facilities doors opened, Arius, sat upon the
bike, whispered a brief prayer then pumped the throttle, the bike surged
forward.
As soon
as wheel met soil the ground rumbled. The Maloc, having regained the scent,
gave chase. The modifications made to the bike had clearly made it faster than
the standard template construct.
The
forest seemed endless. Arius rode through the trees, behind him he heard the
same trees uproot and crash to the ground as the Mawlock moved underground,
leaving a mount on the earth above. Arius looked behind to see the distance
between he and the xenos creature, turning back he saw a large hole in the path
ahead of him. Arius had a split second; he increased the bikes and jumped over
the gap. He landed hard. "CRAP" shouted Arius the extra promethium
tanks that Arius had mag fitted to the side of the bike juddered threateningly,
by the grace of the emperor they did not ignite. The Maloc navigated round the
hole with an alarming dexterity. Arius realised that he needed to create a
larger distance between him and the beast. Arius noticed a button on the handle
bar etched with a lightening symbol. The bike surged forward by some unknown
chemical reaction. Looking behind Arius saw he had the space he required.
He unsheathed his chain sword and stabbed it
into the ground. Holding tightly to the handle he spun the bike round 180
degrees so he was face to face with the snarling jaws of the Maloc. The seconds
felt like minutes as the repugnant eyes of the Maloc met Arius' steely gave. Then
they charged.
Arius had
been waiting for this opportunity; he removed a frag grenade from his belt and
jammed it in between the bike chassis and the fuel pipe. He maintained his path
till he was within a meter of the beast’s mouth. He could practically smell its
foul odour.
Bike met
beast. The bike entered the beast’s mouth, the frag grenade exploded as did the
temporary promethium tanks. The beast was torn apart in the explosion.
Arius had
left his motorised steed, activating his jump pack seconds before the
collision, and he rose above the forest canopy. Upon landing he searched the
forest none of his brothers had survived the beasts attack.
Defeat of
such a beast earned Arius a great honours within the death-watch, such a
triumph earned Arius a place with the equally prestigious kill team apache
still mourning the death of assault marine Kain.
And so
the story continues.........
