Writings, space hulk part 1

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So, this was one I started writing when I was working on floor four of the cinema, I’ll cover the cinema in a future post, but floor four was the easy shift, two screens out within 15 minutes of each other then two hours of waiting around for stuff to happen.

Anyway, this was a shift piece, it never got finished and I never moved beyond this scrappy first draft.

Dramatis Personae

Brother Captain Atheos. Power sword and bolter
Brother Sergeant Tratheus. Chainsword and bolter
Librarian Sectar. Force staff and bolter
Brother Prantus. Melta and bolter
Brother Abathé. Bolter
Tech marine D’Antine. Servo harness

Six had made it this far.
Of a twenty man infiltration team.
They were more than men.
But still, the losses were devastating; they were space marines, losses were acceptable.
But fourteen losses were above the parameters for this stage of the mission.
The Vox dragged him out of his musings
“Sir, the artifact is recovered, what are the exit plans?”
Brother captain Atheos turned to the marine, ignoring his doubts. A space Marine has no doubts.
“This hulk is swarming with xenos scum, we need to find a shorter route back.”
“Our previous route is the most efficient” cut in brother Prantus.
“No Prantus, it isn’t. It’s cost us fourteen brother marines” snapped Sergeant Thraseus, who had commanded 9 of the 14 lost, his entire tactical squad, “we can’t afford any more losses.”
“I was merely stating fact.”
“Librarian,” cut in Atheos, keen to avoid further conflict, “what are your thoughts?”
The librarian took a moment to focus on the Captain, before slurring back “honestly Captain, I don’t know,”. He paused as he retched up blood, “our losses are high, we cannot risk failure in recovery of the artifact.”
Librarian Sectar was the most experienced member of the extraction party, to use words like ‘failure’ we a bad sign.
“How are you holding up, you don’t look good.”
“I’ll survive Captain, with minimal exertion.”
The weight of his words lay heavy upon the marines, knowing how Librarian Sectar’s powers were the only thing that had saved them so far.
“Exertion is going to be anything but minimal,” observed the sergeant, “captain, we need to get moving before the xenos reappear.”
“They haven’t gone anywhere, I can feel their lurking menace,” Sectar replied, “they fear something.”
“And so they should,” said Drathé, entering the chamber from a scout ahead, “sir, I think you need to see this.”
Glad of the opportunity to get his battle weary marines moving again Atheos stood, “okay, let’s move. Phantus, cover this room, I want that melta emptied if necessary”
“Aye, sir,” responded Phanteus, hefting his weapon in anticipation of use. He’d been frustrated after so long in narrow corridors unsafe for the use of melta shots.

Space marines could take a lot of punishment, enough to kill a normal man ten times over, but it was obvious to Atheos that these Marines were approaching their limit, not least Librarian Sectar, who needed urgent medical attention after his psychic exertions. Unfortunately the Apothecary had been lost recovering the geneseed of fallen brothers.
The librarian was wounded no more than the rest, however use of his psychic powers had seemingly put additional strain on his body, Sectar was a Pyro, he manipulated fire, the downside seemingly that the same fire burnt from within.
“Sergeant, why don’t you and Sectar support Prantus from here, withdraw when you can.”
“Yes, sir”
Voices were muffled by the Vox, but Atheos knew the Sergeant was still seething, hopefully some time alone would calm him.
“Move out!”
Another concern was D’Antine, a marine, but a marine of Mars, a Techmarine. He was on secondment from the mechanicum, he’d barely spoken since entering the hulk and kept his distance from the rest. The only visible emotion he’d displayed had been on discovery of the artifact. Atheos didn’t trust him. Space Marine or not, Mars worked to it’s own designs.
What Atheos would give for sergeant Batho to be here, but he was dead, torn apart by a xenos twice his size. Atheos had avenged him, and his geneseed was held in the container on his hip, his legacy ready to live on in a future marine. The Atheos the geneseed was the real priority, let the Techmarine worry about his precious artifact.
Captain Atheos would return the 8 geneseed capsules he held, and he would destroy anything that stood in the way. He owed that to the unrecovered seed.

Whilst Prantus covered the the recently vacated room, librarian Sectar sat quietly, conserving his strength and allowing his armour and enhanced biology to recover as best it could. Sectar knew Captain Atheos was concerned, Sectar’s experience and unflinching commitment to the emperors service were respected across the chapter, his loss would be devastating on top of the losses already gone.
But Sectar could do more than control flame. Whilst undeveloped he could follow future threads, and his thread was unravelling.
Of course, the future was uncertain, and Sectar knew enough about the treacherous chaos powers within the warp that it was impossible to truly predict what hadn’t yet happened, but this Sectar knew was true.
His chapter was dying.
it would start here.
He was the next death.
Librarian Sectar, the most experience member of the group. He didn’t know how he would die, most likely destroyed by his gifts. Every time he used his powers his wounds tore open, he knew he couldn’t stop it, without him the entire team would be dead already.
It wasn’t pride, it was the truth. Sectar could feel Sergeant Traseus’ doubts, the threads linking him to his brothers were starting to fray.
Sectar knew the end was coming, and he knew it started here.

Traseus paced back and forth, faster and faster, working out his tension by swinging his chainsword.
It wasn’t on, chainswords were loud.
He was angry, not stupid.
He didn’t want to be here, he should be dead with his squad.
Captain Atheos should have taken him to see whatever Arathé had found.

Drathé lingered at the doorway, Atheos noticed his fingers brushing sigils carved into the frame. He couldn’t make them out until he stepped forward, when it became apparent they weren’t sigils, but something else entirely. Arathé moved forwards and thoughts of the doorway left his mind as he stepped into the largest room of the hulk so far, larger than his advanced eyesight and helmet could make out.
The squad advanced into the room in a loose formation leaving the Techmarine at the doorway as they approached a structure at the centre of the room.
“What is it Arathé?”
“I don’t know sir, but it you look to the walls, you’ll see why the Xenos are fearful.”
It was then that Atheos realised the walls were stacked with piles of bodies, more xenos than they had seen on the hulk so far, let alone killed. More xenos than had claimed the lives of fourteen of his battle brothers.
“D’Antine,” he called to the Techmarine, who was waving various mechadendrites over the door, “any life readings?”
The Techmarine hesitantly left the doorway and moved towards the group, waving a further ‘arm’ around him as he approached, shaking his head a negative.
“Okay, everyone spread out, I’ll investigate the structure.”
Atheos moved towards the structure, he could see more of the symbols from before, a green hue glowing faintly from them.
“Arathé, what else can you tell me?”
“Nothing sir, I saw the bodies and reported back.”
“Collect the others, I want that melta nearby.”
Arathé moved out, lingering again at the doorway before proceeding.

The future

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So, rather than spending time warbling about what I have done (il get to that) I want to talk about the future (and a little bit of the present)
So, as it stands, I am currently not working, my time is spent caring for my partner who is disabled (more on that in the future too) and my two children, who are very much my raison d’être, my reason to live and the thing that keeps me going.
We are packing up our house at the moment ahead of relocating to a small village closer to where my partner works (yes she can and does work! but the 300 miles a week driving really puts a dent in her energy levels)

Packing up also means clearing out, lots of my hobby projects are going, or never getting started (who knows, I may get back to them someday). So a little rundown of hobby projects I do have planned for the future

Warlord games rorkes drift box. I love the zulu film, in fact I love most historical war films, but zulu was always a favourite, and warlord games sell a fantastic diorama/game set to recreate it. This will be my big painting project over the coming months, at least once everything’s unpacked and set up (couple of years them)

Fantasy flights x wing. Again! I love Star Wars, so a game based around the star fighters of the original trilogy sounds absolutely perfect. I actually resisted this for a long time, as the models come prepainted. However the reality is if they weren’t painted I would only want to paint them the official colours anyway so I’ve got over my hobby snobbery. Now, I haven’t played a game yet, my plan was to pick up a couple of the core sets and start small, unfortunately (or not) a lucky charity shop find, coupled with a few decent online sellers and a real scarcity of some of my more favoured star fighters has meant I have a steadily increasing fleet. The plan is to use the game to spur me on to hunt out a local gaming club or group of likeminded individuals in order to ingratiate myself in the community we’re moving too. Oh and smash some tie fighters too

Warhammer. So for various reasons (future) Iv fallen a little bit out of love with warhammer, well, no. No I haven’t, Iv been over saturated with warhammer so I really don’t know where I see myself going with it at the moment. I have a couple of projects I want to finish and also a few models I just love (these will get a dedicated post at some point) so as for the future I can say I will probably be painting and modelling some warhammer bits, not so sure about gaming.

Writing. I used to write a lot, most of it not very good, some of it very dull and mundane, but as a form of expression it’s a really good way of getting my thoughts straight. The blog here is a part of that, some of the regular bits I want to write on will become first drafts of elements of my writing. I’m not looking to publish anything, but it would be nice to create something anyway

So those are my currently planned projects, but I’m a hobby butterfly so I’m sure it will extend beyond that.

That’s all for now, expect a life related post soon