Azaha
31-07-2005, 00:48
Daemon Hunter Azaha
Violently, time and space ripped apart, the gaping maw, a tear in what is known as reality, and the warp. In a flash a Space Marine Strike Cruiser exited the maw, the void left behind it snapping shut. The ship stopped dead in its trail.
"By the Emporer god..." the captain whispered, the sheer sight of many chaos ships surrounding the last bastion of the Grey Knights and the Inquisition.
Azahan and Imperial ships were ripped asunder, their bulkheads, and even more ghastly, their crews, tumbled through space, cold, dead, lifeless.
A servitor had called up the acting Grey Knight Brother-captian. He stared into the horrid sight, so many dead.... He looked upon Azaha IV, where his brethren had been stationed, only to see it a cold dead planet, teeming with the chaos filth. In a well over hundreds of years, Brother-Captian Ricaud had not cried once at any sight, but this massacre brought a silent tear to his eyes.
The rest of the crew looked on in digust at the sight, most of them, themselves crying, unable to take what seemed to had happened. One of the only forces truely made to fight, and end the Chaos taint, had been obliterated.
It took several moments, but Ricaud finally acted. Through the bad, and worse, he would make due.
"Captian... take us out of here... quickly before they spot us!" He barked, emotions over coming him. He calmed himself down, "Captian... set a course... anywhere away from here..."
The captian nodded, and barked orders at the crew and servitors. Again the gaping maw opened to engulf the cruiser, and then they were gone.
Violently, time and space ripped apart, the gaping maw, a tear in what is known as reality, and the warp. In a flash a Space Marine Strike Cruiser exited the maw, the void left behind it snapping shut. The ship stopped dead in its trail.
"By the Emporer god..." the captain whispered, the sheer sight of many chaos ships surrounding the last bastion of the Grey Knights and the Inquisition.
Azahan and Imperial ships were ripped asunder, their bulkheads, and even more ghastly, their crews, tumbled through space, cold, dead, lifeless.
A servitor had called up the acting Grey Knight Brother-captian. He stared into the horrid sight, so many dead.... He looked upon Azaha IV, where his brethren had been stationed, only to see it a cold dead planet, teeming with the chaos filth. In a well over hundreds of years, Brother-Captian Ricaud had not cried once at any sight, but this massacre brought a silent tear to his eyes.
The rest of the crew looked on in digust at the sight, most of them, themselves crying, unable to take what seemed to had happened. One of the only forces truely made to fight, and end the Chaos taint, had been obliterated.
It took several moments, but Ricaud finally acted. Through the bad, and worse, he would make due.
"Captian... take us out of here... quickly before they spot us!" He barked, emotions over coming him. He calmed himself down, "Captian... set a course... anywhere away from here..."
The captian nodded, and barked orders at the crew and servitors. Again the gaping maw opened to engulf the cruiser, and then they were gone.