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[Brother White]

Growing up on a Imperial Manufacturering world, Kilof worked at a young age, he was brought up to live the his life in the eye of the Emperor. Though in when he became older, taller and stronger, he witnessed a rebelion. An uprising planet wide. His family was murdered, and he fought back. Rage in his heart he lashed out at his family's killers, ripping through their weak bodies with ease. He then went to help the Imperial Army stationed there. He was a wonderful shot from the beginning, he took many lives with a killer instinct, calm, cool and effective. He quickly made his way to a heavy bolter unit. His unit made huge advances into the enemy ranks. Almost unstoppable, until one night while moving across a city, they ran into a ten man group. Not ready for a fight they were easily overwhelemed. Kilof's rage took him he lashed out with cobat knife and a pipe in his hands he ripped through two of them quickly. The next three converged on them laying their blades deep in his flesh. Kilof screamed blood filling his eyes, his combat knife landed in one man's throat, his pipe breaking anothers wrist. Then a bolt gun blazed to life. Hot flesh expoled on Kilof's face as his body dropped to the ground he saw a giant figure incased in a yellow armour with a black fist on the left paldron. The figure approched, grabbing Kilof's dying body from the ground. A low grumble came from the figure " Your time here is over, young one. Your new life begins tonight. I have been following you for sometime. You are strong. I will make you stronger." He said. "You are mine now."
Stareing into the night the city burned. Kilof checked his com, silent. Thinking of a time many lifetimes ago. A voice cracked over the com. "Time to move out team six." Kilof rose along with his battle brothers, heavy bolter in hand. "Once more into the fray." Kilof's voice came over the com. "To death, come brothers together we will make war." Then as quickly as they moved to position, they where gone. Moving silently, the warriors moved toward the city of fire.

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[Gerhart]

Nice job Bro, finish more of it and you can enter it into the story comp.

[CruciasNZ]

Actually he can't because it's in a public place allowing commenting. However we discussed this before it was moved out of the story section.

Either way good work mate, I don't read many of the stories here (/duck&cover) but I read this one. Looking forward to the next installment

[Grimaldus]

Either way good work mate, I don't read many of the stories here (/duck&cover)

im coming for you crucias...be careful

[Brother White]

Thanks Cruz, more coming soon.

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[Brother White]

Sweat dripping down his brow, both hearts beating in rythim, standing in an out crop between rumble from a blown out building. Watching the street over, as Squad Six moved into place.
"Movement to the northwest, three hundered feet." Said Kilof. His scanner picking up ten bodies moving quietly.
"Setting charges." Said Taveris. "Three, two..."
The charges blew, taking down a wall twelve foot long. The heavy bolter let loose into the the now empty space, screams let out. Hot flesh and blood splattered against the back of the room. The bolter feel silent, no life signs left.
Squad Six moved through the ruined capital city, for hours killing all the rebels in their way. The smell of taint was think in the air.
"Hold here." Stated Weston. "Com still down." Frustrated with the interference, he smashed his fist on a stone wall, making it shake and fall.
Kilof is sitting down carving symbols into his bolter rounds. Looking out across the devastated city. He scowled, 'how can they fall from the emperor, to this, smell.' His lip curled.
"Brother, what makes your face so ugly?" Asked Darion.
"Ha, it is your stench that makes me feel so sick." Quipped back Kilof. Darion laughed at him wipping his hair back.
"I know what makes him, snarl." Said Sandus. "It is the smell of decay, chaos. He knows this smell all to well." Sandus gave Kilof a glance, a smile came across his face.
Kilof looked away as another bombardment came in knocking down a tower at the horizon.
Weston looked up shaking his head. "Finally, com is up." He paused a few moments. "Understood. We have our orders, we move to the city center, there is an inner wall. The rebel forces are held in deep."
Kilof smiled putting his helm on, "Into the fray once more, to war and death."
Then they moved out headed to the city center.

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[Gerhart]

Nice job keep it coming!

[Brother White]

The pounding of a heavy bolter, was drowned out by the sound of swords reving and hand to hand combat was breaking out across the southern wall.
"For the Emperor!" Yelled Weston. "Death to the traitors!"
As he drove his righteous power axe The Emperors Scorn into another traitor marine. He was Hel unleashed, unrelenting force taught never to break. 'And damn if he didnt' thought Kilof.
Urealias Weston moved forward with his squad behind him, forcing there way into the enemy lines.
"You lost your faith, now you are weak!" Screamed Bilgart.
As soon as he finished another foe a billing figure stepped infront of him.
"Die now!" Yelled the giant. Smashing into Bilgart's amour with his power fist. Then the giant sliced off Bilgart's head with one thrust of his sword. Blood spewed from his neck, as the lifeless body fell to the ground.
Weston jumped at the figure and began to duel him.
"You fists are fearless, even against the great champion Talonos! I have been fighting for five thousand years! What makes you think you will stop me?" Screamed the Champion.
"I have no words to the fallen only death." Said Weston rather calmly.
"Fine you will die like the rest!" Roared Talonos.
The fighting was only a few seconds but harsh neither marine giving ground. Then Weston dropped his guard and lunged in for a quick strike, but the champion saw this coming he stepped aside to quickly and ended Weston with a fatal blow, cutting him in half.
The heavy bolter roared to life laying shell after shell into the immortal beast. Talonos was not fazed. Only eager for another kill. Kilof dropped his heavy bolter and picked up his Sergeants axe. Kilof screamed something incoherent at the beast. Unrelenting his strenght through Talonos off guard, not expecting such fast hard strikes from a heavy weapons expert.
"Yes! Let the rage claimed you! Kill me! Give in!" Yelled Talonos.
Swing after swing ripped into his armour. Then Talonos saw an opening and went for it, ripping into Kilof's midsection and through the other side on his body. With the sudden rush of pain Kilof's eyes began to bleed, blood filled his mouth. He lashed out one more time, his axe landed true into the champions arm cutting off his sword arm. Hot *CENSORED* leaked out the smell of plauge, inflamed Kilof's senses. The beast roared, he grabed Kilof with his power fist, cracking off Kilof's helm.
"I wanted to see your face while I cracked your neck." Said Talonos, with blood spewing from his severed arm, unfazed by it. He lifted Kilof into the air, as soon as Kilof was about to die he raised his bolt pistol to the plauged ones head. Firing a round into his head followed by three more. Kilof fell onto the ground. Body broken and frail. Urealaius Squad encircled him and their slain Sergeant. Once the traitors realised what had happened they began to fall back. The line was broken.
A white figure moved over Kilof. "Hold on brother, give me time."
Kilof drifted off into nothingness, everything turned white, and silent.

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[Gerhart]

Bump

[Brother White]

Yes I need to do this, tonight I will

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