NationStates Jolt Archive


Death to the Heretics (FT, Closed Attn Chronosia)

Dratheria
31-01-2009, 00:56
The wet sound of meat and bone dissolving into liquid could be heard as Havoc brought his fists down again and again on the pitiful whelp's face. The last thing the poor simpering chaos servant saw during his death throes was the Death Mask of a Hunter of the XVIII Legion. He was unarmored as was his squad known as a Death Claw Hunting Party making repentance they were the most feared hunters in three galaxies. Hunt-Captain Havoc was a legendary soldier known across the Imperium. Yet his fame wasn't fame he was spoken of in whispers and fear. A tale to keep good little children of the Imperium in line with their devotions.

Smiling mirthlessly he turned away from the cultist whose body was nothing more than a pile of slurry. A few days before the whole city had been a chaos altar roaming with servants and lords......that had all changed when the Death Claws had arrived in silence at first they wore their armor but then they freed their senses resorting to wearing their ceremonial carapace armor. Their hunting weapon dripped with unguents designed to fight the forces of chaos. They were by far no daemonhunters but they were Hunters and as such there was few prey in the universe they couldn't hunt and kill. As he watched Klossis behead a simpering bloodletter he smiled slightly as the giant space marine stood to his full height gripping the freshly craved skull he smiled at Havoc, "Well brother the killing was good till bout ten minutes after we got here." Suddenly the whole squad burst out laughing and as one they readied themselves to return to their strike cruiser Death I. It wouldn't be long before they would have another chance to continue their hunt soon the forces of Chaos would be upon them.