Alderic ran as fast as he could.
He could hear constant baying of his hunters and the eerie howls of the warp beasts.
Dead.
His regiment, Catachan 197th Storm Bringers were en route to aid an Imperial world from a dark eldar raid.
Before they reached the damned world, their ships were intercepted.
Dark eldars boarded them. The men fought hard but ultimately, they die or get captured.
The world is already in the hands of the dark eldars.
And the captives, are either tortured, toss into gladiator rings or hunted for sports.
Alderic saw his comrades died. All of them.
Despair sunk in.
The skies were dark and wept heavy torrents of rain, accompanied by the angry roars of thunder.
‘Who am I? Trooper Alderic Hoffheim. Merciful Emperor, save me or just end me now.’
He wept as the skies wept.
A broken man, the fire in him died.
Alderic survived the gladiator rings twice, seeing his comrades tortured slowly or killed instantly.
Now he is sport, armed with the chainsword and a boltgun, looted from the dead commisar that fought beside him.
The baying and howls got louder, and he stood up, wanting to meet his death on his feet like a Guardsman should.
He began reciting a dirge, an ancient custom from Catachan.
The hunters came, mandrakes and homonculi with the warp beasts.
The leader, came at him and laughed.
‘Giving up already, mon keigh?’
Alderic had his head hung low.
With a sudden jerk, he fired the boltgun squared at the leader’s face.
The mandrakes howled and jumped at him as the other homunculi unholstered their weapons.
He fought like a man possessed, killing everything within the range of his chainsword and boltgun.
But for every of those bastards killed, there are more to replace them.
The fight took its toll, and finally, he was tired out and crippled.
He’d laugh but his lungs were working hard enough to keep him breathing properly.
A homonculus stood above him, a dagger pointed directly to Alderic’s face.
Alderic closed his eyes and muttered, “Death to the aliens”
The dark eldars sniggered and laughed, but out of nowhere, a popping sound and then silence.
Alderic felt something liquid splattered on his face.
He opened his eyes and saw that it was blood.
Then, the roar of thunder and panicked scream of dark eldars.
He tried to sit up, trying to make sense of what is happening.
In a blur, a giant clad in black power armor and draped in a crimson cape was in front of him, slashing and killing.
Many more were in the midst, slaying the hated aliens.
It was glorious.
Then came a man, also dressed in similar fashion, but for a stylized “I” hung in front of his chest.
He smiled and reached out his hand.
He pulled Alderic up and he saw the giant that stood over him and nine more others.
“Brother, the Emperor has send you salvation.”
Fan fiction of Warhammer 40k [Based on the Deathwatch Space Marines]
Note: I’m bored and yeah, if it sucks do comment why. As long as I learn, do not really care about comments that are hurtful yet useful
