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[Armoured Priest]

An imperial life pod difted in the silence of the void, away from the burning husk that was once the forgeworld Graia. The pod was large enough to ferry an entire platoon of guardsmen and their equipment stowed in the array of lockers. But it only has four occupants. Only two where human.

"Well this sucks." The statement sound as though it came from a multitude of people, but it all came from one...thing.Even sitting upon it's hunches the lictor creature was at massive height of at least three astartes. The claws on its' back have mutated into crushing crab claws and its' four eyes were each a different color, one for each dark god. The skin was a moltted assortment of shades of red. It's carapace a blacker than any chaos marines heart with phantoms of faces appearing and disappearing on the carapace. A large spiked brass collar fitted around its' neck with a tinly bell attached to the collar. "I know Mr. Jingels." replied a gravelly voice from a large armoured figure across it.

The armor was in the colors of the Word Bearers legion. It was scorched and dented in several places with bullet holes played across the chest plate. The helmet had mutated in the visage of a demonic dragon long ago, becoming the owner’s new true face. His wargear stowed in one of the storage lockers. Armoured Priest, the once feared Dark chaplain of the Word Bearers host on Graia, now has no place with his host annhilated and now drifting in space. Two figures slept in a improvised cot made of spare uniforms and duffal bags close to the heretic marine and monster. Both wore stormtrooper carapace armor painted in same colors of the chaplain with the chaos star embolzened on the helmets laying next to them. The blonde male and redheaded female were Artemis and Rachel Constantine, the only people that the twisted chaplain ever truly held dear in his dark heart. "At least they got out." he said to himself.

The Word Bearer rose up, "Watch them." he told Mr. Jingels, even though nothing would happen in a pod floating the middle of space. Mr. Jingles said not a word knowing already what he was doing. The marine made his way to the cockpit once again to check the scanners. He sat as best he could on a chair not meant for some one of his physiology. He study all the display and monitors for any sign of a friendly vessel. "Surely there is still a few out there." he told himself. The final battles in space happened only a couple of days ago from what he saw from the chronometers. 'If there really was any chaos forces left that is.' he thought bitterly.

After what seem like decades for the unpatient heretic there was a burst of static through the short range vox unit. A frown of confusion formed across his draconic features. He wasn't sure but something was off about it. Another burst happen, he sat more at attention now. Again another one. He can swear on the book of logar itself he heard it! The burst kept coming, there timing was off a bit to avoid suspicion of any Imperial vessel that might be listening. "Nox" is what the burst are saying. He knew what it meant. He played with the scanner settings again to look for any sign of a ship, still nothing. "Sneaky boys must be cloaked." he said with a smile. He picked up the mic piece. "Ave Domine Nox." he spoke. The burst stop. "Who speaks?" said a voice this time. "My friend, don't you recognized me? It's only been a week now." he responded. "Priest, so you still live, shouldn't surprise me." said the voice in a half chuckle. "So how about a pick up for an old friend Lord Othrim?" Priest ask. "Of course." Othrim said. As Armoured Priest looked out of the view panels he could see the massive dark shape of the Silent shadow plowing through space over head.
"We'er back in the fight. Hahahaha!" he couldn't help but laugh with manically glee.

[Gerhart]

well done, enjoyed it.

[Draco Ny'ade]

as did i

[CruciasNZ]

It's is well written and amusing. Few 40k novels are, make sure you keep writing! (also this might do well in the comp)

[J NOSK36]

I loved this so much

[blakshade]

this was a great