Post by Ranger Dude on Dec 26, 2005 8:27:10 GMT -5
Just some old Stories I wrote years ago.
Angus
Ancient Brother Angus lumbered around the corner of the building to come face to face with a very LARGE tank, and the sisters who were defending it. “Not that that thing needs much defending,” was the first thought that came to mind as he popped his smoke launchers. Ever since running into the seraphim squad a ways back, he hadn’t been able to use his Assault cannon. “Where is Plato?”
KABOOM
His com line crackled to life. “Dreadnought Three is down. I repeat Dreadnought Three is down. Would someone please take out that tank.”
Angus thought, ”Never mind. That can’t have made the commander’s day any easier.” He lumbered on, taking fire himself through the smoke. Not that it did much.
As the smoke cleared around him, he saw the enemy commander in front of him. The sight of this woman who had caused so much trouble enraged him. His proverbial blood began to boil, and he charged her. Ripping through her Retinue, he saw fear fill her eyes at the sight of him. It was such a rush. He would kill her, and then the commander would be happier. They would then crush the resistance.
Realizing she was alone, the Cannoness broke and ran. Seeing this, Angus chased after her with glee. He would kill her. He would end this. What was that sound?
Angus turned just in time to see lots of light and smoke heading his way. Many of the Lascannon shots just zipped right by him, though one shot warmed his dead arm quite a bit. But heading straight towards him was a cannon shell the size of his sarcophagus. The battlecannon had spoken.
“This is going to hurt.”
BLAMM
Angus went flying through the air. His feet hit the ground ten yards away, but his torso didn’t stop with them. The torso, what was left of it, came to a stop another five yards beyond that. From Angus came not a sound.
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Techmarine Artimen cursed under his breath as he worked. They had brought Angus back in pieces as normal, and left Artimen to patch the chasis back together. Angus was extremely lucky in that for all the abuse he took in battle, not once was his sarcophagus more than scratched. It was everything else that got demolished.
“Dammit Angus, can’t you ever keep yourself together. Coming back in one piece would be a welcome surprise. Do you see Plato taking this much abuse? No. Sure, he gets beat up a bit, but he’s usually in ONE piece when he comes back. Simple patch work. Sophocles has it easy with him, but not me. I’m stuck patching your sorry butt together all the time.”
While Artimen was ranting, a faint crackle came from Angus’s speakers, and then Angus began to mutter something. “Note to self. Chasing down bossy women is fine, but not when tanks with big guns are nearby.”
Angus
Ancient Brother Angus lumbered around the corner of the building to come face to face with a very LARGE tank, and the sisters who were defending it. “Not that that thing needs much defending,” was the first thought that came to mind as he popped his smoke launchers. Ever since running into the seraphim squad a ways back, he hadn’t been able to use his Assault cannon. “Where is Plato?”
KABOOM
His com line crackled to life. “Dreadnought Three is down. I repeat Dreadnought Three is down. Would someone please take out that tank.”
Angus thought, ”Never mind. That can’t have made the commander’s day any easier.” He lumbered on, taking fire himself through the smoke. Not that it did much.
As the smoke cleared around him, he saw the enemy commander in front of him. The sight of this woman who had caused so much trouble enraged him. His proverbial blood began to boil, and he charged her. Ripping through her Retinue, he saw fear fill her eyes at the sight of him. It was such a rush. He would kill her, and then the commander would be happier. They would then crush the resistance.
Realizing she was alone, the Cannoness broke and ran. Seeing this, Angus chased after her with glee. He would kill her. He would end this. What was that sound?
Angus turned just in time to see lots of light and smoke heading his way. Many of the Lascannon shots just zipped right by him, though one shot warmed his dead arm quite a bit. But heading straight towards him was a cannon shell the size of his sarcophagus. The battlecannon had spoken.
“This is going to hurt.”
BLAMM
Angus went flying through the air. His feet hit the ground ten yards away, but his torso didn’t stop with them. The torso, what was left of it, came to a stop another five yards beyond that. From Angus came not a sound.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Techmarine Artimen cursed under his breath as he worked. They had brought Angus back in pieces as normal, and left Artimen to patch the chasis back together. Angus was extremely lucky in that for all the abuse he took in battle, not once was his sarcophagus more than scratched. It was everything else that got demolished.
“Dammit Angus, can’t you ever keep yourself together. Coming back in one piece would be a welcome surprise. Do you see Plato taking this much abuse? No. Sure, he gets beat up a bit, but he’s usually in ONE piece when he comes back. Simple patch work. Sophocles has it easy with him, but not me. I’m stuck patching your sorry butt together all the time.”
While Artimen was ranting, a faint crackle came from Angus’s speakers, and then Angus began to mutter something. “Note to self. Chasing down bossy women is fine, but not when tanks with big guns are nearby.”