This story is an unofficial story based, without permission, on the Warhammer/Warhammer 40,000 intellectual property owned by Games Workshop Ltd.
The pilots of the last Thunderhawk ran their fingers across the consoles, desperately trying to battle for control in the midst of the turbulence that rocked them about, shaking the large hawk from side to side violently. Both pilots looked up, seeing a piece of red hot rock slamming into the glass window. A second later, the glass began to crack, then the pressure forced it to shatter in a shower of broken fragments, covering the pilot and co-pilot in glass. The glass danced off their armour and flung up, with the sudden gush of wind blowing it up into their bare faces, splitting skin across their flesh. Both Marines lost control of the Thunderhawk, protecting their eyes and faces, using their arms to shield them from the glass shower. Another burning rock blew through the shattered glass, smashing into the consoles with an explosion, smashing the consoles open in flames followed by black smoke filling up the cockpit. The hawk was forced down, crashing violently into the ground, tearing up the soil, before rolling upwards then back down into a ball of flames. Over the ground where Lieutenant Tyde and his men once stood, the explosion blew up ash and burnt soil from the ground.
Syakotus stood alone in the darkness that surrounded him, watching the glowing sphere as it lit up the corners of the walls. Slowly, Syakotus walked towards the sphere with both his hands firmly gripping the long handle of his Power Sword. A slight humming buzzed from the sword whilst Syakotus held it forwards towards the glowing green sphere.
"Why do you taunt me?"
Taunt you? I do not taunt you.
"What are you? Who are you?" Syakotus asked, while slowly approaching the sphere.
You know what I am. You know who I am.
Syakotus raised his Power Sword and began to lunge the blade towards the sphere. Suddenly, the blade was gone. With the shock of the sword disappearing from his tight grip, Syakotus fell forwards, placing his left hand on the glowing sphere. He looked down on his armour as he began to glow green with the sphere.
Come to me.
Quornas stood from the bridge of the Caislean Oir, watching the stars turn into long streams of white arrows. Covered in a shadow of darkness, hiding out most of his features, yet still revealing his face, old as it was. His eyes stared into the night that surrounded them. A light from the doorway behind him shone across the black ceramite of his armour, once fully opened. Apothecary Lenthos stepped onto the bridge, his armour was shiny white, yet both his fists retained the crimson colour of the chapter.
Quornas turned to face the Apothecary, looking him square on in the face. "Well?" he asked.
Lenthos bowed before speaking. "He will live."
"But?"
"His left eye will have to be replaced. I will place a new bionic eye in the socket myself. His right arm will also need to be replaced. Techmarine Graus will build him one. His other wounds still need serious amounts of treatment. But he will live."
"Of all our loses today, at least our Captain will not be one of them," murmured Quornas.
"Who will lead the fifth company in his absence?" Lenthos asked.
"Sergeant Korde will; he is the senior Sergeant."
Quornas turned back to stare at the stars. Chapter Master Pedro Kantor will hear of the Captain's deeds today - the deed of bringing down the city of Volcane and personally slaying the Chaos Lord Cravex. Our Captain will be honoured.
Deep in the medical bay of the Caislean Oir stood Grailin, watching over the unconscious body of Syakotus. The Captain lay on a medical bed, hooked up to wires running in his left eye socket, and into his right shoulder where his right arm once was. The medical bay was surrounded in a blanket of darkness with only the red dots from the life support consol at Syakotus's side. Grailin leaned forwards, his eyes glowing a dim yellow through the dark shadows. He watched his Captain and the bio-reader monitor hooked up to his head, which read his brain activity. The reader was bleeping erratically as though something else was inside Syakotus's body. Grailin placed his bare left hand, palm-down, on Syakotus's forehead.
"Strange, you appear to be dreaming. Hmmm, Astartes do not dream," Grailin muttered to himself.
Slowly he hovered his hand over Syakotus's face and back to his forehead.
"I sense evil..."
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