Post by cragis on Dec 24, 2015 1:30:05 GMT -5
Year 75,443. 250 years after The rise of the Dark cults.
Cpt.Cragis Readied his men. For the fight of his life. The men set up their positions and readied the plasma cannons and auto cannons for the Evil tide of what was known as the Blood Cults of Apharies. The lives of all his men counted on the drop ship being repaired and ready for orbital breach, The platoon of 60 men would determine if the last remaining survivors of this planet will live to see a new day.
The lives of roughly 3,000 innocent men, women, and children depended on his victory here today. The auto cannons began to rain hell down on the Demon worshiping Cultists. They fired back with shots of las and hails of stub fire. Cragis took his position, Rallying his men and bracing them for on coming fire. They fired at the hoard of vile darkness and death as they swarmed ever closer like a Steel gauntlet around a throat.
The Cultists neared closer and closer, screams and fire sang with murder and blood shed. He powered up his mighty Rune sword and struck down one invader then another. Cutting them down with fury and guile. His men began to pull back as they were ordered to retreat to the drop ship. But the drop ship was not yet repaired. He would buy his men and the thousands of civilians a few more minuets. He stood firm among the hundreds of Bloodied cultists, chopping down one after another.
After hacking and slashing a stub round found it's way through a chink in his ancient armor, cutting and burrowing deep into his flesh and bone, breaking his rib cage and laying rest within his gut. He slammed his sword down into the face of one of the vile men that now began to surround him. Chopping the dark being down the center before the sword laid to rest at the tail bone. He pulled the sword from the filthy innards and swung it down again and again.
Soon A blade found it's way through his chest plate and burrowed deep into his lung, he fell to a knee and unsheathed his mighty Stub Revolver, firing round after round into the hoard. Bullets flew and found homes in the ruins around him and into the vile targets that believed they achieved victory. He glanced back to see the transport lift off and begin to fly away. He was alone now but he fought on. Giving the bastards what they thought was a good fight. He finally rose one last time to find himself among a pile of corpses and a vile demon standing before him. It's Fiery body alight with demonic fire and evil contempt. It charged at him and swung it's mighty devious blade that would be blocked by his runed sword. Cragis Fired a shot from his stub revolver into the knee cap of the damned being. It wailed and cried with ear splitting screams. Cragis winced and found his time now. He buried the blade deep into the demons chest, It cried of agony and fell to the ground. Cragis finally fell to his kneed and slumped finding that the the demon too landed a score against Cragis. Cragis found the demon's blade buried into his shoulder. Cragis fell to his side. Seeing the cult hoards charge toward him. He thought of his family. His kids. His wife and the brothers and sisters of his kin at home. He whispered a prayer for and to them. He closed his eyes and he knew that today saved the lives not just all these civilians and his men. But it also saved the lives of his family. His loved ones. His heart began to come to a stop. The Cultists were nearing in to see to his death. He felt the holy symbol of his tribe on his armor and he finally knew now. That the sacrifice of one, Leads to the good of many.
Cpt.Cragis Readied his men. For the fight of his life. The men set up their positions and readied the plasma cannons and auto cannons for the Evil tide of what was known as the Blood Cults of Apharies. The lives of all his men counted on the drop ship being repaired and ready for orbital breach, The platoon of 60 men would determine if the last remaining survivors of this planet will live to see a new day.
The lives of roughly 3,000 innocent men, women, and children depended on his victory here today. The auto cannons began to rain hell down on the Demon worshiping Cultists. They fired back with shots of las and hails of stub fire. Cragis took his position, Rallying his men and bracing them for on coming fire. They fired at the hoard of vile darkness and death as they swarmed ever closer like a Steel gauntlet around a throat.
The Cultists neared closer and closer, screams and fire sang with murder and blood shed. He powered up his mighty Rune sword and struck down one invader then another. Cutting them down with fury and guile. His men began to pull back as they were ordered to retreat to the drop ship. But the drop ship was not yet repaired. He would buy his men and the thousands of civilians a few more minuets. He stood firm among the hundreds of Bloodied cultists, chopping down one after another.
After hacking and slashing a stub round found it's way through a chink in his ancient armor, cutting and burrowing deep into his flesh and bone, breaking his rib cage and laying rest within his gut. He slammed his sword down into the face of one of the vile men that now began to surround him. Chopping the dark being down the center before the sword laid to rest at the tail bone. He pulled the sword from the filthy innards and swung it down again and again.
Soon A blade found it's way through his chest plate and burrowed deep into his lung, he fell to a knee and unsheathed his mighty Stub Revolver, firing round after round into the hoard. Bullets flew and found homes in the ruins around him and into the vile targets that believed they achieved victory. He glanced back to see the transport lift off and begin to fly away. He was alone now but he fought on. Giving the bastards what they thought was a good fight. He finally rose one last time to find himself among a pile of corpses and a vile demon standing before him. It's Fiery body alight with demonic fire and evil contempt. It charged at him and swung it's mighty devious blade that would be blocked by his runed sword. Cragis Fired a shot from his stub revolver into the knee cap of the damned being. It wailed and cried with ear splitting screams. Cragis winced and found his time now. He buried the blade deep into the demons chest, It cried of agony and fell to the ground. Cragis finally fell to his kneed and slumped finding that the the demon too landed a score against Cragis. Cragis found the demon's blade buried into his shoulder. Cragis fell to his side. Seeing the cult hoards charge toward him. He thought of his family. His kids. His wife and the brothers and sisters of his kin at home. He whispered a prayer for and to them. He closed his eyes and he knew that today saved the lives not just all these civilians and his men. But it also saved the lives of his family. His loved ones. His heart began to come to a stop. The Cultists were nearing in to see to his death. He felt the holy symbol of his tribe on his armor and he finally knew now. That the sacrifice of one, Leads to the good of many.