A Sci-Fi tale - Part II
March 11th 2008 07:59
Rain sheeted down in the distance, giving the horizon a dark blue-grey hue, which seemed to reflect the ominous nature of what lay ahead. The storm front appeared to be heading in his direction, from the west and across the battlefield, evidenced by a light spattering tickling his coarse features.
‘Vile rain.’ he murmured as his mind centered itself on the matter at hand.
‘To what purpose does it serve but to cause me more inconvenience in dealing with this filth ridden hive.’
Valedictus surveyed his troops. The deployment of his forces had gone to perfection, ably assisted by his support staff, who followed his orders to the letter. Victory is assured he thought, idly musing to himself. The enemy stands no chance and his indomitable iron will shall see them crushed utterly. In fact, he thought, he could just watch. He felt he would not even need to take the field, perhaps even leave it to Benedict. That would give his apprentice an opportunity to prove his worth.
‘Sergeant,’ he shouted, gesturing to the Blood Angel seconded to him, ‘take your men to the western fringe, I have need of them there. Prepare to mobilize!’
‘At your command, ‘Sergeant Damocles responded plainly, ‘Brothers, with me!’ He ordered his company to move out to the west, his squad of assault marines trudging behind him.
The Blood Angel Sergeant did not like this, his place was alongside his battle brothers, in the thick of the coming battle, not skulking around away from the front, watching and avoiding the fight. Not to mention taking orders from some mere human. Damocles had some respect for the work of the Inquisition, maintaining order and keeping vigil over the sanctity of the emperor's domain, keeping it pure and traitor free, however he was a Space Marine. He was as a god amongst mortal men, genetically enhanced and rigorously trained. Provided with the best equipment that the Imperium could provide, armed with holy boltgun and blessed chainsword. He would follow one of his chapter masters into the pit of hell itself, but this Inquisitor Valedictus was a conundrum. He found it difficult to determine whether there was a shred of nobility in the man. Even though he seemed to wield significant power, he appeared to care little for his subordinates and allies. But obey him he must, even it it means avoiding the battle.
Little did he know however that he and the battle brothers under his command would become more a part of the battle to come than he could have ever foreseen.
‘Vile rain.’ he murmured as his mind centered itself on the matter at hand.
‘To what purpose does it serve but to cause me more inconvenience in dealing with this filth ridden hive.’
Valedictus surveyed his troops. The deployment of his forces had gone to perfection, ably assisted by his support staff, who followed his orders to the letter. Victory is assured he thought, idly musing to himself. The enemy stands no chance and his indomitable iron will shall see them crushed utterly. In fact, he thought, he could just watch. He felt he would not even need to take the field, perhaps even leave it to Benedict. That would give his apprentice an opportunity to prove his worth.
‘At your command, ‘Sergeant Damocles responded plainly, ‘Brothers, with me!’ He ordered his company to move out to the west, his squad of assault marines trudging behind him.
The Blood Angel Sergeant did not like this, his place was alongside his battle brothers, in the thick of the coming battle, not skulking around away from the front, watching and avoiding the fight. Not to mention taking orders from some mere human. Damocles had some respect for the work of the Inquisition, maintaining order and keeping vigil over the sanctity of the emperor's domain, keeping it pure and traitor free, however he was a Space Marine. He was as a god amongst mortal men, genetically enhanced and rigorously trained. Provided with the best equipment that the Imperium could provide, armed with holy boltgun and blessed chainsword. He would follow one of his chapter masters into the pit of hell itself, but this Inquisitor Valedictus was a conundrum. He found it difficult to determine whether there was a shred of nobility in the man. Even though he seemed to wield significant power, he appeared to care little for his subordinates and allies. But obey him he must, even it it means avoiding the battle.
Little did he know however that he and the battle brothers under his command would become more a part of the battle to come than he could have ever foreseen.
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