Wrathew [2849252] Level 34
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The low rumble of unstable ship systems ache and roar as a Techmarine works diligently to overload the spacehulks power reactors. Two power-armor clad space marines stand shoulder to shoulder readied and calm. A tide of green, howling and hurried rushes violently towards the two stoic knights.
One of the men is armed with a heavy bolter, an automatic projectile weapon that fires 10mm bolts in 10 rounds bursts. The second knight stands defiantly to the surge of the greenskin horde encroaching closer and closer by the second. Armed with an Astarte Thunder hammer and bearing a mighty shield, he calmy breathes in the moment and looks to his battle brother and nods.
The knight with the Bolter wastes no time.
"Only in death does duty end"
The weapon goes to work, firing off the first volley of rounds down the hallway. The surge of greenskin orcs only hastens as the first of their ranks fall.
"I NEED MORE TIME" the Techmarine barks as he reacts to the sound of the bolter singing its hymn of fury.
The shielded marine braces for close combat fighting as the heavy bolter lets another volley fly.
*CRUNCH* the green wall slams into both marines enveloping the two almost instantly. The two men fight against the surge of muscle, malice and instinct as well as they can but can do little to stop flow of violence that is pouring into the room.
completely overwhelmed and outnumbered the two do their best to gain purchase as they are brutally ripped and pulled apart by the cruel boys streaming in.
Just as the mob reaches the Techmarine who has been working tirelessly to overload the ship, something happens.
The dark orange lighting of the chamber goes a glorious white as the aching roar of the reactors becomes a screaming high-pitched whine growing in volume and intensity by the millisecond.
A Shakey pained exhale leaves the marines rebreather as he mutters proudly ...
" For the emperor "
The low rumble of unstable ship systems ache and roar as a Techmarine works diligently to overload the spacehulks power reactors. Two power-armor clad space marines stand shoulder to shoulder readied and calm. A tide of green, howling and hurried rushes violently towards the two stoic knights.
One of the men is armed with a heavy bolter, an automatic projectile weapon that fires 10mm bolts in 10 rounds bursts. The second knight stands defiantly to the surge of the greenskin horde encroaching closer and closer by the second. Armed with an Astarte Thunder hammer and bearing a mighty shield, he calmy breathes in the moment and looks to his battle brother and nods.
The knight with the Bolter wastes no time.
"Only in death does duty end"
The weapon goes to work, firing off the first volley of rounds down the hallway. The surge of greenskin orcs only hastens as the first of their ranks fall.
"I NEED MORE TIME" the Techmarine barks as he reacts to the sound of the bolter singing its hymn of fury.
The shielded marine braces for close combat fighting as the heavy bolter lets another volley fly.
*CRUNCH* the green wall slams into both marines enveloping the two almost instantly. The two men fight against the surge of muscle, malice and instinct as well as they can but can do little to stop flow of violence that is pouring into the room.
completely overwhelmed and outnumbered the two do their best to gain purchase as they are brutally ripped and pulled apart by the cruel boys streaming in.
Just as the mob reaches the Techmarine who has been working tirelessly to overload the ship, something happens.
The dark orange lighting of the chamber goes a glorious white as the aching roar of the reactors becomes a screaming high-pitched whine growing in volume and intensity by the millisecond.
A Shakey pained exhale leaves the marines rebreather as he mutters proudly ...
" For the emperor "