Post by Theofonias on Apr 26, 2009 22:27:00 GMT
Name: Theofonias
Age: 153
Designation:
Height: 7 feet 6”
Hair Colour: Dirty blonde
Physical Description: Thinner than most Space Marines, whereas most Marines add tremendous amount of bulk, he has a more lithe appearance almost gaunt in comparison. His wide set green eyes are constantly moving and wild; searching for threats, a habit from his life on a death world. Theofonias' face is narrow and his sharp pointed nose gives him the look of a bird of prey. He keeps his hair long and kept tightly fixed with a band.
His body is tattooed with holy symbols; each a reminder of his victories. The Imperial Cross of Mourning tattooed on his right shoulder, commemorating the Battle for Armageddon, covers the scar he earned during the campaign.
Personality: Theofonias seems to be filled with insatiable energy. Whether it comes to learning about the history of the Imperium, improving his physical fitness, or martial aptitude he does so with a voracious appetite. He can often be found inscribing the Litanies of Hate on the casings of his bolter rounds. Marking one’s armor and weapons in prayer was a tradition amongst his people. He spends countless hours re-etching the High Gothic prayers that line the trim of his armor, bolter, and chain sword. He actively teaches the new members of the Chapter all of his little tricks from swordsmanship to how best to judge the angle of a bouncing grenade. For him he is training the progeny of his old battle brothers and will not fail in their tutelage.
Fierce and fearless in battle he often takes the most direct route to defeating a foe, no matter how perilous. To some who are not used to his fighting style he seems to be a berserker. Nothing could be further from the truth. He is steadfast in his faith of the Emperor and the battle brothers that surround him. That being said he understands the need for subtlety and is not reckless with his fervor.
Equipment:
Mk. 5b 'Godwyn' Pattern Bolter
Mk. 10f 'Hells Teeth' Pattern Chain Sword
Frag Grenades
Krak Grenades
Armour:
Mk. 7 'Imperator' Armour
- Heads-Up Display (HUD)
- Proximity Detection System
- Live-Feed Tactical Pict-Caster
- Orbital Data Feed
- InterSquad Vox link w/ External Address System
- Radiation Shielding
- Anti-Flare/Sound Dampening Autosenses
- Gas/Liquid tight Envrioment Seal
- 24 Hour Air Supply
- Servo-Assisted Load Carrying
- In-Field First-Aid System (Antiseptic/Liquid Painkiller Delivery)
- Waste Reclamation and Hydration System
Gear
Standard Battle-Brother Equipment
- Personal Dataslate
- Position Marking Vox Beacons
- ChemLights
- Combat Rations
- Armour Repair Cement and Vac-Sealent
- FlexSteel Cord (100 ft) w/ Arrestor Gear and Mag-Grapple
- Grenade Dispenser
* 4x Frag
* 4x Krak
- Ammunition Dispenser
10x Sickle magazines
Changes his other load out as the mission dictates.
History: Born on the heavily forested death world Pyrra as Yrrik Celinus, Theofonias showed great talent in the hunt. Learning the ways of Pyrra he quickly became a hero to his tribe. His people were tree dwellers. The trees of Pyrra are miles high and expansive enough support entire tribes.
It was on his 13th birthday that the Omega Marines came to the Outpost Pyrra XII. Selected by Brother-Captain Lucien Maxcelus for his role in the defeat of an exceptionally albino Great Serpent. Served as a scout under Brother-Sergeant Rom Kapohr in the 4th Company. Throughout his career as a Space Marine he proved himself through fulfilling his duties as a Scout. One such notable event was the infiltration and destruction of an Eldar pirate camp that had taken root on a pleasure world. He and squad were responsible for the deaths of over 30 xenos as well as their leader a wretch known as Malkish the Strix. It wasn't until he proved himself at the Battle of Vo Krag in which he infiltrated a Chaos war camp and killed a Traitor Marine in single combat.
Sample RP: Scouts were sent across the tree tops to see if the Heralds of the Emperor had some once again to Pyrra. There they saw red cloaked men inside the Silver Mountain waiting for the black and white giants that marched out of the flying vessel. A great stairway began to lower itself from the Mountain into the depths of the World Forest.
Looking at one another the Master of the Hunt decided to turn back with news to the tribe. Yrrik spoke against it saying they should follow the giants lest they attack from below. To this the Master laughed, scoffing at the idea that anything could survive the Cold Floor the entire way to their wooden city. Yrrik insisted and the Master said, “Go if you must, it is time that you made your Killing anyway. Do not return if you do not bring back meat boy.”
With that Yrrik set off out of the Emperor’s warm protection. Making his way lower and lower he slipped passed the Blooded, massive slug-like blood drinking creatures, poisonous brambles, birds of prey, giant insects, and the other dangers. The giants were easy to find. They had set up bright fireless torches in a circle. The Darkness hungrily drank in the light at the edges, seeming to squeeze the light into a tightly compact bubble. One giant with metal arms growing out of this back set down a metal box with a cylinder coming out of its top. With some whirring sounds his metal arms twisted something on the box and the cylinder pressed down suddenly on the ground resulting in a loud WHUMP that could be felt in the trees.
Rabid fear ran through Yrrik. What do these giants think they are doing? That will surely bring the Serpents. As soon as the thought crossed his mind a white blur flashed in the bubble of light bowling over several of the giants. Thunder resounded from the strange things the giants were carrying. The Ghost hissed in angry as gobbets of its flesh burst from its smooth hide. Striking out it buried its gargantuan fangs into one of the giants. The giant spasmed but managed to bury a growling sword into its neck before going limp.
It was then that Yrrik heard one of the giants yell something. He did not know what all the words meant but, he recognized one as, “Emperor”. Gasping Yrrik realized what he was witnessing. The Angels of the Emperor were here on Pyrra doing battle for him and his tribe. Setting his jaw he jumped limb to limb until finally he was above the creature. The Ghost reared back its massive head preparing to lunge at one of the Angels. It was then that Yrrik exposed his yorrt bladed sword and jumped out of the tree.
“In odium, vox!” he screamed as he drove his sword into its right eye. Viscous fluid burst out and the Ghost flung it’s head making Yrrik lose his perilous grip on the Serpent’s eye brow. Falling for a long second his tree born reflexes saved him as he threw out his arm grabbing a branch that managed to stick into the Serpent.
The branch was warm and growling in his hand. Looking up he saw that he had a firm grip on the weapon the fallen angel buried in the throat of the beast. Looking at the hilt he saw a silver stud that looked to be worn with use. He held on for dear life fighting the Ghosts attempts to dislodge him. Working hand over hand he got to the stud and pressed for all he was worth. The sword roared to life and hungrily tore into the flesh of the Ghost. Up it pulled Yrrik, across the Ghost’s front spraying him with ichor and chunks of flesh and bone. The giant snake spasmed and fell to the ground.
Dizzy from the adrenaline he stumbled as he stood up and looked around. The Angels were looking at him some with red eyed helmets but one with laughter in his eyes.
Yrrik fell to his knees at once and abased himself before the champions of his God Emperor.
Smiling Angel said something to Yrrik and he looked up with incomprehension in his eyes.
“I do not understand, Lord Angel”
The giant cocked his head and then nodded.
“You speak a very ancient tongue boy.”
Yrrik nodded returning his eyes to the ground, “Yes Lord Angel.”
After several minutes of questions the Great Warrior asked Yrrik to lead him and his men to Yrrik’s village. A long trek through the low light hell that was Pyrra left Yrrik tired, as well as more in awe of the fighting prowess of the glimmering angels that he found himself in company with. Reaching the village the Lord Angel went directly to the head priest and conferred with him. The priest looked wide eyed towards Yrrik as he hobbled toward the young man.
“These warriors tell me that you were the one who brought low the Ghost. Is this true young Yrrik Celinus? “
“I only helped the angels, holy one. The growling weapon wanted to kill for its master.”
The priest nodded, “I see. They have said that you showed promise and that you may yet earn the right to wield that weapon as your own” the priest hesitated, “as one of them. Do you accept this great honor, young god slayer, our little theo fonias?”
Not too long after, Yrrik found himself on a short uncomfortable ride into the arms of the Omega Marines.
The first memory Theofonias has of his new family was its home. The sheer size of such an undertaking stunned him. Its World Tree sized weaponry, massive banners, and scrolls of battle streaming off of it finally seemed like impossibility.
“Everything is possible through faith and fire young one” said a voice like rumbling thunder.
Nodding dumbly Yrrik, now Theofonias, vowed to live by those words.
Years later:
Sniffing the smoke ridden air he could smell the xeno scum above all of the burning flesh, dripping metal, and blood soaked ground.
“Theofonias in position” he said, pressing his bulk against the scorched tread of a Leman Russ.
Looking up his visual actuators whirled in his optics increasing his all ready phenomenal sight. There he could see smoke billowing from the Gargants and the other war machines that the filthy green skins spewed into the air. All at once the horizon moved as if made of water. It was then that he realized the massive assault he and his assault squad were facing.
His sergeant came over the vox, “Brother Theofonias, please lead us in prayer.”
Bowing his head he began:
“I offer my life to the Emperor
I pray that He accepts it
I offer my strength to the Emperor
I pray that He redresses it
I offer my blood for the Emperor
I pray that is quenches His thirst
I offer my body on the altar of the battlefield
I pray He grants me a noble death
I pray for His protection
As I offer all that I am”
As the echoes of his squad mates died down he heard the sound of blessed machinery begin to whine followed by the roar of scorched air. Legio Ignatum marched toward the festering horde firing salvo after salvo into the ceaseless wave of xeno flesh. A great fiery rush of air blew past Theofonias, the armor of the destroyed tank glowing molten red.
“WAAAAAAGH!!!” came the echoing roar. Imperial soldiers held onto their lasguns with white knuckles while the Commissar Renik shouted words of the Emperor to inspire them.
“To fail in the service of the Emperor is the greatest of sins!”
Thunder from the Gargants artillery shook the ground so hard that it felt that the world was falling apart.
“The heretic’s weapons are lies and deceit. What are they, against faith in the Emperor?!”
Smoke blossomed from one of the trenches as an incendiary round exploded, killing hundreds of soldiers, the smoke of burned flesh rolling out in an oily thick rush. Closer now the roar of the ork horde could be heard and stray small arms fire reached out to kill the unaware.
“Follow me if I advance! Kill me if I retreat! Avenge me if I die!”
The rounds smacked into the wet earth with a moist thud. Theofonias lit his At Ready rune in anticipation of what must come next. Another earth shaking explosion ripped into the earth punctuated by the screams of the dying. A distant rumble seemed to encompass all around him and swallow the furthest sounds of battle.
“If you are the last man standing, you're not fighting hard enough! Remember men of Krieg, today we die for the Emperor! Today we die for humanity! Today we die for salvation! Charge!”
With a roar the Death Korps of Krieg unleashed their tanks. Leman Russ cannons sang their wrath into the fast approaching mob. Great patches swaths of the enemy were obliterated only for the holes to be filled by the more eager for loot and killing. Righteous anger began to fill the Assault Marines of the 4th Company.
"At the ready,” Sergeant Vilithus voxed, “the Emperor is with you.”
Commissar Renik stood out of his trench and took out his chain sword. Pointing it at the enemy his face twisted into a visage of pure hatred. The rest of the entrenched Korps readied themselves making last checks of their weapons. With a wild roar Renik charged forward followed by the rest of his foot soldiers.
“See you at the Last Battle my brothers. Engage and destroy”
With a lurch he was propelled with the other 8 men of his squad flying into the air over the now embattled orks. Spotting an especially large one Theo decreased the propulsion actuator and descended on the unsuspecting ork’s head. Crushing the thing’s skull into a flat waste Theofonias fired into the howling press of bodies.
With practiced ease he rolled out of way of the wild answering fire. Seeing a group of Krieg soldiers being hard pressed by a hulking giant of green flesh and metal he angled himself and accelerated into it. Both Marine and ork tumbled shaken by the sudden impact stood up and squared off, inspecting the other.
The ork was almost completely robotic save for its disgusting face and exaggerated horns. Its metal claws twitched in anticipation.
“Got me a right ‘umee now. ‘Nuff o’ ‘em softies. G’norg’s gonna chop yah good.”
Raising Growler it screamed with anticipation the hot metal shaking for ork blood
“Where there is uncertainty, I shall bring light.”
The ork warboss roared and charged swinging its arm down to try and flatten the assault marine. Jumping out the way Theofonias scored a glancing blow on the thing’s shoulder.
“Where there is doubt, I shall sow faith.”
“Quitcher yabberin an’ fight yah ‘orthless ‘umee!” it said battering its hand against the marine chest causing him land hard on the ground. Using the fall’s momentum he quickly regained his feet and dashed to the right circling around the giant. Activating his jets he flung himself skyward over the head of his enemy landing behind him. The ork was quicker than he look and spun around allowing for only a shallow blow to the back base of the neck.
“Where there is shame, I shall point atonement.”
The ork screamed and pointed his claw-like hand toward Theo and fired a round that hit squarely in his right shoulder. The ammunition exploded and a lancing pain entered into his chest from his arm. Blood began to pour from the wound. Quickly assessing the damage, Theo realized he had to end this quickly.
“Where there is rage, I shall show its course!”
His hand going to his belt he hit the quick release allowing for a few grenades to fall into his hand.
”My word in the soul shall be as my bolter in the field.” Theofonias crouched tasting blood in his mouth. Judging the angle of attack he activated his pack.
“For the Emperor.”
An explosion of force launched him forward straight into the waiting arms of the warboss.
“I knew’d yah be doin’ sumfink as stoopee as dat ag’in.” Shaking with laughter he began to crush the wounded marine in a fatal embrace. The ork’s huge guffawing maw was an easy target for Theofonias’ armored fist. As fast as thought Theo shoved his fist into the back of the ork’s throat making it wretch opening it’s throat.
“Taste the Emperor’s forgiveness scum.” Theofonias spat as the deadly meal reached its resting place inside the stomach of his enemy. A questioning look came across its face but slowly changed into fear. It began to cry in horror; in its panic it loosened the grip on Theo. It was just enough for Theo to engage his flight pack and launch out of its arms. Theo grinned to himself when the creature’s eyes flashed yellow before it exploded sending chunks of flesh and metal into the surrounding crowd.
Age: 153
Designation:
Height: 7 feet 6”
Hair Colour: Dirty blonde
Physical Description: Thinner than most Space Marines, whereas most Marines add tremendous amount of bulk, he has a more lithe appearance almost gaunt in comparison. His wide set green eyes are constantly moving and wild; searching for threats, a habit from his life on a death world. Theofonias' face is narrow and his sharp pointed nose gives him the look of a bird of prey. He keeps his hair long and kept tightly fixed with a band.
His body is tattooed with holy symbols; each a reminder of his victories. The Imperial Cross of Mourning tattooed on his right shoulder, commemorating the Battle for Armageddon, covers the scar he earned during the campaign.
Personality: Theofonias seems to be filled with insatiable energy. Whether it comes to learning about the history of the Imperium, improving his physical fitness, or martial aptitude he does so with a voracious appetite. He can often be found inscribing the Litanies of Hate on the casings of his bolter rounds. Marking one’s armor and weapons in prayer was a tradition amongst his people. He spends countless hours re-etching the High Gothic prayers that line the trim of his armor, bolter, and chain sword. He actively teaches the new members of the Chapter all of his little tricks from swordsmanship to how best to judge the angle of a bouncing grenade. For him he is training the progeny of his old battle brothers and will not fail in their tutelage.
Fierce and fearless in battle he often takes the most direct route to defeating a foe, no matter how perilous. To some who are not used to his fighting style he seems to be a berserker. Nothing could be further from the truth. He is steadfast in his faith of the Emperor and the battle brothers that surround him. That being said he understands the need for subtlety and is not reckless with his fervor.
Equipment:
Mk. 5b 'Godwyn' Pattern Bolter
Mk. 10f 'Hells Teeth' Pattern Chain Sword
Frag Grenades
Krak Grenades
Armour:
Mk. 7 'Imperator' Armour
- Heads-Up Display (HUD)
- Proximity Detection System
- Live-Feed Tactical Pict-Caster
- Orbital Data Feed
- InterSquad Vox link w/ External Address System
- Radiation Shielding
- Anti-Flare/Sound Dampening Autosenses
- Gas/Liquid tight Envrioment Seal
- 24 Hour Air Supply
- Servo-Assisted Load Carrying
- In-Field First-Aid System (Antiseptic/Liquid Painkiller Delivery)
- Waste Reclamation and Hydration System
Gear
Standard Battle-Brother Equipment
- Personal Dataslate
- Position Marking Vox Beacons
- ChemLights
- Combat Rations
- Armour Repair Cement and Vac-Sealent
- FlexSteel Cord (100 ft) w/ Arrestor Gear and Mag-Grapple
- Grenade Dispenser
* 4x Frag
* 4x Krak
- Ammunition Dispenser
10x Sickle magazines
Changes his other load out as the mission dictates.
History: Born on the heavily forested death world Pyrra as Yrrik Celinus, Theofonias showed great talent in the hunt. Learning the ways of Pyrra he quickly became a hero to his tribe. His people were tree dwellers. The trees of Pyrra are miles high and expansive enough support entire tribes.
It was on his 13th birthday that the Omega Marines came to the Outpost Pyrra XII. Selected by Brother-Captain Lucien Maxcelus for his role in the defeat of an exceptionally albino Great Serpent. Served as a scout under Brother-Sergeant Rom Kapohr in the 4th Company. Throughout his career as a Space Marine he proved himself through fulfilling his duties as a Scout. One such notable event was the infiltration and destruction of an Eldar pirate camp that had taken root on a pleasure world. He and squad were responsible for the deaths of over 30 xenos as well as their leader a wretch known as Malkish the Strix. It wasn't until he proved himself at the Battle of Vo Krag in which he infiltrated a Chaos war camp and killed a Traitor Marine in single combat.
Sample RP: Scouts were sent across the tree tops to see if the Heralds of the Emperor had some once again to Pyrra. There they saw red cloaked men inside the Silver Mountain waiting for the black and white giants that marched out of the flying vessel. A great stairway began to lower itself from the Mountain into the depths of the World Forest.
Looking at one another the Master of the Hunt decided to turn back with news to the tribe. Yrrik spoke against it saying they should follow the giants lest they attack from below. To this the Master laughed, scoffing at the idea that anything could survive the Cold Floor the entire way to their wooden city. Yrrik insisted and the Master said, “Go if you must, it is time that you made your Killing anyway. Do not return if you do not bring back meat boy.”
With that Yrrik set off out of the Emperor’s warm protection. Making his way lower and lower he slipped passed the Blooded, massive slug-like blood drinking creatures, poisonous brambles, birds of prey, giant insects, and the other dangers. The giants were easy to find. They had set up bright fireless torches in a circle. The Darkness hungrily drank in the light at the edges, seeming to squeeze the light into a tightly compact bubble. One giant with metal arms growing out of this back set down a metal box with a cylinder coming out of its top. With some whirring sounds his metal arms twisted something on the box and the cylinder pressed down suddenly on the ground resulting in a loud WHUMP that could be felt in the trees.
Rabid fear ran through Yrrik. What do these giants think they are doing? That will surely bring the Serpents. As soon as the thought crossed his mind a white blur flashed in the bubble of light bowling over several of the giants. Thunder resounded from the strange things the giants were carrying. The Ghost hissed in angry as gobbets of its flesh burst from its smooth hide. Striking out it buried its gargantuan fangs into one of the giants. The giant spasmed but managed to bury a growling sword into its neck before going limp.
It was then that Yrrik heard one of the giants yell something. He did not know what all the words meant but, he recognized one as, “Emperor”. Gasping Yrrik realized what he was witnessing. The Angels of the Emperor were here on Pyrra doing battle for him and his tribe. Setting his jaw he jumped limb to limb until finally he was above the creature. The Ghost reared back its massive head preparing to lunge at one of the Angels. It was then that Yrrik exposed his yorrt bladed sword and jumped out of the tree.
“In odium, vox!” he screamed as he drove his sword into its right eye. Viscous fluid burst out and the Ghost flung it’s head making Yrrik lose his perilous grip on the Serpent’s eye brow. Falling for a long second his tree born reflexes saved him as he threw out his arm grabbing a branch that managed to stick into the Serpent.
The branch was warm and growling in his hand. Looking up he saw that he had a firm grip on the weapon the fallen angel buried in the throat of the beast. Looking at the hilt he saw a silver stud that looked to be worn with use. He held on for dear life fighting the Ghosts attempts to dislodge him. Working hand over hand he got to the stud and pressed for all he was worth. The sword roared to life and hungrily tore into the flesh of the Ghost. Up it pulled Yrrik, across the Ghost’s front spraying him with ichor and chunks of flesh and bone. The giant snake spasmed and fell to the ground.
Dizzy from the adrenaline he stumbled as he stood up and looked around. The Angels were looking at him some with red eyed helmets but one with laughter in his eyes.
Yrrik fell to his knees at once and abased himself before the champions of his God Emperor.
Smiling Angel said something to Yrrik and he looked up with incomprehension in his eyes.
“I do not understand, Lord Angel”
The giant cocked his head and then nodded.
“You speak a very ancient tongue boy.”
Yrrik nodded returning his eyes to the ground, “Yes Lord Angel.”
After several minutes of questions the Great Warrior asked Yrrik to lead him and his men to Yrrik’s village. A long trek through the low light hell that was Pyrra left Yrrik tired, as well as more in awe of the fighting prowess of the glimmering angels that he found himself in company with. Reaching the village the Lord Angel went directly to the head priest and conferred with him. The priest looked wide eyed towards Yrrik as he hobbled toward the young man.
“These warriors tell me that you were the one who brought low the Ghost. Is this true young Yrrik Celinus? “
“I only helped the angels, holy one. The growling weapon wanted to kill for its master.”
The priest nodded, “I see. They have said that you showed promise and that you may yet earn the right to wield that weapon as your own” the priest hesitated, “as one of them. Do you accept this great honor, young god slayer, our little theo fonias?”
Not too long after, Yrrik found himself on a short uncomfortable ride into the arms of the Omega Marines.
The first memory Theofonias has of his new family was its home. The sheer size of such an undertaking stunned him. Its World Tree sized weaponry, massive banners, and scrolls of battle streaming off of it finally seemed like impossibility.
“Everything is possible through faith and fire young one” said a voice like rumbling thunder.
Nodding dumbly Yrrik, now Theofonias, vowed to live by those words.
Years later:
Sniffing the smoke ridden air he could smell the xeno scum above all of the burning flesh, dripping metal, and blood soaked ground.
“Theofonias in position” he said, pressing his bulk against the scorched tread of a Leman Russ.
Looking up his visual actuators whirled in his optics increasing his all ready phenomenal sight. There he could see smoke billowing from the Gargants and the other war machines that the filthy green skins spewed into the air. All at once the horizon moved as if made of water. It was then that he realized the massive assault he and his assault squad were facing.
His sergeant came over the vox, “Brother Theofonias, please lead us in prayer.”
Bowing his head he began:
“I offer my life to the Emperor
I pray that He accepts it
I offer my strength to the Emperor
I pray that He redresses it
I offer my blood for the Emperor
I pray that is quenches His thirst
I offer my body on the altar of the battlefield
I pray He grants me a noble death
I pray for His protection
As I offer all that I am”
As the echoes of his squad mates died down he heard the sound of blessed machinery begin to whine followed by the roar of scorched air. Legio Ignatum marched toward the festering horde firing salvo after salvo into the ceaseless wave of xeno flesh. A great fiery rush of air blew past Theofonias, the armor of the destroyed tank glowing molten red.
“WAAAAAAGH!!!” came the echoing roar. Imperial soldiers held onto their lasguns with white knuckles while the Commissar Renik shouted words of the Emperor to inspire them.
“To fail in the service of the Emperor is the greatest of sins!”
Thunder from the Gargants artillery shook the ground so hard that it felt that the world was falling apart.
“The heretic’s weapons are lies and deceit. What are they, against faith in the Emperor?!”
Smoke blossomed from one of the trenches as an incendiary round exploded, killing hundreds of soldiers, the smoke of burned flesh rolling out in an oily thick rush. Closer now the roar of the ork horde could be heard and stray small arms fire reached out to kill the unaware.
“Follow me if I advance! Kill me if I retreat! Avenge me if I die!”
The rounds smacked into the wet earth with a moist thud. Theofonias lit his At Ready rune in anticipation of what must come next. Another earth shaking explosion ripped into the earth punctuated by the screams of the dying. A distant rumble seemed to encompass all around him and swallow the furthest sounds of battle.
“If you are the last man standing, you're not fighting hard enough! Remember men of Krieg, today we die for the Emperor! Today we die for humanity! Today we die for salvation! Charge!”
With a roar the Death Korps of Krieg unleashed their tanks. Leman Russ cannons sang their wrath into the fast approaching mob. Great patches swaths of the enemy were obliterated only for the holes to be filled by the more eager for loot and killing. Righteous anger began to fill the Assault Marines of the 4th Company.
"At the ready,” Sergeant Vilithus voxed, “the Emperor is with you.”
Commissar Renik stood out of his trench and took out his chain sword. Pointing it at the enemy his face twisted into a visage of pure hatred. The rest of the entrenched Korps readied themselves making last checks of their weapons. With a wild roar Renik charged forward followed by the rest of his foot soldiers.
“See you at the Last Battle my brothers. Engage and destroy”
With a lurch he was propelled with the other 8 men of his squad flying into the air over the now embattled orks. Spotting an especially large one Theo decreased the propulsion actuator and descended on the unsuspecting ork’s head. Crushing the thing’s skull into a flat waste Theofonias fired into the howling press of bodies.
With practiced ease he rolled out of way of the wild answering fire. Seeing a group of Krieg soldiers being hard pressed by a hulking giant of green flesh and metal he angled himself and accelerated into it. Both Marine and ork tumbled shaken by the sudden impact stood up and squared off, inspecting the other.
The ork was almost completely robotic save for its disgusting face and exaggerated horns. Its metal claws twitched in anticipation.
“Got me a right ‘umee now. ‘Nuff o’ ‘em softies. G’norg’s gonna chop yah good.”
Raising Growler it screamed with anticipation the hot metal shaking for ork blood
“Where there is uncertainty, I shall bring light.”
The ork warboss roared and charged swinging its arm down to try and flatten the assault marine. Jumping out the way Theofonias scored a glancing blow on the thing’s shoulder.
“Where there is doubt, I shall sow faith.”
“Quitcher yabberin an’ fight yah ‘orthless ‘umee!” it said battering its hand against the marine chest causing him land hard on the ground. Using the fall’s momentum he quickly regained his feet and dashed to the right circling around the giant. Activating his jets he flung himself skyward over the head of his enemy landing behind him. The ork was quicker than he look and spun around allowing for only a shallow blow to the back base of the neck.
“Where there is shame, I shall point atonement.”
The ork screamed and pointed his claw-like hand toward Theo and fired a round that hit squarely in his right shoulder. The ammunition exploded and a lancing pain entered into his chest from his arm. Blood began to pour from the wound. Quickly assessing the damage, Theo realized he had to end this quickly.
“Where there is rage, I shall show its course!”
His hand going to his belt he hit the quick release allowing for a few grenades to fall into his hand.
”My word in the soul shall be as my bolter in the field.” Theofonias crouched tasting blood in his mouth. Judging the angle of attack he activated his pack.
“For the Emperor.”
An explosion of force launched him forward straight into the waiting arms of the warboss.
“I knew’d yah be doin’ sumfink as stoopee as dat ag’in.” Shaking with laughter he began to crush the wounded marine in a fatal embrace. The ork’s huge guffawing maw was an easy target for Theofonias’ armored fist. As fast as thought Theo shoved his fist into the back of the ork’s throat making it wretch opening it’s throat.
“Taste the Emperor’s forgiveness scum.” Theofonias spat as the deadly meal reached its resting place inside the stomach of his enemy. A questioning look came across its face but slowly changed into fear. It began to cry in horror; in its panic it loosened the grip on Theo. It was just enough for Theo to engage his flight pack and launch out of its arms. Theo grinned to himself when the creature’s eyes flashed yellow before it exploded sending chunks of flesh and metal into the surrounding crowd.
And also, you realize there are other, more experienced marines to teach the newbies. Your not gonna be the super warrior that they automatically turn to for help. But, whatever. Nice start.
