Dark Vengeance
Christian Dunn
Language: English
Pages: 70
ISBN: 1849707715
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In the grim darkness of the far future, mankind fights a desperate battle for survival amongst the stars. Foremost among its protectors are the Space Marines, genetically engineered superhumans, trained to be the ultimate warriors.
The Dark Angels are among the foremost Space Marines, the First Legion of old. Devastated millennia ago by a dreadful schism, the Dark Angels are constantly on the hunt for the mysterious Fallen, former brothers who have turned from the light of the immortal God-Emperor and embraced the dread powers of Chaos.
Newly ordained Company Master Balthasar of the Dark Angels leads his forces to the world of Bane’s Landing, the resting place of the ancient and powerful Hellfire Stone, in pursuit of the Chaos Space Marines of the Crimson Slaughter. Kranon the Relentless, the evil lord of the Crimson Slaughter, seeks to use the stone to summon forth his daemonic masters and usher in an age of darkness. As the Dark Angels race to stop him, the scene is set for a mighty conflict between the loyal Balthasar and the traitor Kranon.
grimacing through the pain. I unfurl myself to reveal the teleport homer I had so carefully protected during the impact. ‘I think they’ll be here any moment.’ I press the activation switch just before my world goes black. Sergeant Barachiel, Deathwing ‘I tire of waiting, Sergeant Barachiel. We should be down there already engaging the traitors.’ Dardariel’s amplified voice echoes through the vast teleportarium chamber. He checks the ammo feed on his assault cannon for the
take. –and strapped me down with thick chains that burned my flesh. I fought them until the very last, biting and gouging them even as my bonds were tightened and all hope of escape was lost. Liar! You thanked every one of them for giving you the opportunity to serve, embraced them each in gratitude for allowing you to become more than what you were. My brother, my true brother, came to me then, having stood to one side while his Crimson Slaughter laid me down like an animal to
replaced as scouts from Tenth Company swell the ranks of Fifth and embark upon their careers as fully-fledged Space Marines. For the better part of a month we will chase the Crimson Slaughter to the very edges of the segmentum, slowly whittling down their numbers through a series of skirmishes that move from planet to planet, system to system. It will soon become obvious that the Crimson Slaughter are making their way to tau space and our mission parameters change so that instead of
every time I depressed the ignition stud, two or three of the alien beasts were engulfed in an inferno. The last Dark Angel beside Fraciel died, decapitated by a hormagaunt’s claw. Dozens more tyranids roasted, those already engulfed thrashing about mindlessly and setting light to others. Crazed shadows flickered on the walls of the chamber and a great collective wail went up from the dying horde. Fraciel was almost within reach when the lictor’s claw impaled him. The Company
Emperor. Sensing that their position is about to be overrun, the enemy’s next move is entirely unexpected. Rather than laying down covering fire and retreating, they do the exact opposite and charge towards the onrushing power-armoured figures. Brother Heskia wheels around with his plasma cannon and sends a gout of white-hot energy in the direction of four enemy combatants, but they are too quick and all Heskia kills is a large patch of undergrowth that smoulders and crackles as the heat