The hulk "Calixis Damnation" (Tech Priest background)
Bakgrund till "Jakes", Tech Priest i WH40K: Dark Heresy
Explosions, gunfire and the sounds of speeding vehicles rocked the abandoned corridors. Two vehicles sped through the ships corridors, the first one and old, weathered APC, behind it some sort of buggy manned by big, green bipeds with tusked faces. The buggy's occupants were armed to the teeth will all kinds of archaic weapons, as well as a mounted assault cannon. The APC seemed well controlled, balancing out the poor state it was in, managing sharp turns in and out of criss-crossing corridors. The buggy was less well controlled, but sturdy nonethless as it skipped into walls and simply rammed through obstacles in the corridors, guns blazing all the while. The hooded figure in the cramped cockpit of the APC cringed everytime his APC was hit by the Orcs firepower. Eventually the corridors turned into a dead end with a massive door at the end, the APC hit the breaks hard as the doors began to open. The vehicle finally managed to skid to a halt, on a ramp outside the door, The ramp abruptly ended just beyond the door. "NOW" the hooded figure cried into the comm unit in the Cockpit.
The doors in the back of the the APC flew open, the first few occupants cut down by a hail of bullets. Two men jumped out and begun fiddling with something on the ground, below the APC, managing to just about avoid the rain of fire laid down upon them by the still speeding buggy. On a ramp further up in the shafts, several other men finished tying themselves with ropes to the wall. almost at the same moment, explosions rocked the shaft in both sites, a device on the wall further up exploded in a cascade of blue flames, while the charges below the APC detonated, a loud scream issued forth from inside the APC, muffled by the metal chassis of the vehicle. Then slowly, but surely the APC was propelled upwards by the force of the explosions, drifting through the shaft. The Orc buggy which was just about to ram the APC down into nothingness instead found it careening through empty space, into the other side of shaft. Most of the occupants found themselves knocked off by the impact, then meeting their cold graves as the men above began firing their weapons down upon them, if not for the straps the recoil would've sent them hurtling upwards at amazing speeds.
With long hooks the men up the shaft managed to drag the APC into the entrance further up, the men and women of the Iacta had water for another week.
In the dank hangar of the Iacta, Jakes clambered out of the badly bruised APC, bleeding from the several interface connectors in his skull, as well as from his eyes. He cursed the poor state of his equipment, equipment which had been handed down to him from his father, applied through crude surgery as his father died, he'd been in the service of the Omnissiah since his 8th birthday. He had known nothing besides the cold corridors of the Iacta and the other ships of the hulk, just like generations before him. His people had been trapped in the hulk for centuries, and would be so for eternity as far as he knew, although an offshot of the imperial cult aboard preached that salvation was near. This gave rise to several inquisitorial skirmishes aboard, but this did not bother the members of the cult mechanicus much, they served the Omnissiah and had no interest in the squabbles of the main cult.
Explosions, gunfire and the sounds of speeding vehicles rocked the abandoned corridors. Two vehicles sped through the ships corridors, the first one and old, weathered APC, behind it some sort of buggy manned by big, green bipeds with tusked faces. The buggy's occupants were armed to the teeth will all kinds of archaic weapons, as well as a mounted assault cannon. The APC seemed well controlled, balancing out the poor state it was in, managing sharp turns in and out of criss-crossing corridors. The buggy was less well controlled, but sturdy nonethless as it skipped into walls and simply rammed through obstacles in the corridors, guns blazing all the while. The hooded figure in the cramped cockpit of the APC cringed everytime his APC was hit by the Orcs firepower. Eventually the corridors turned into a dead end with a massive door at the end, the APC hit the breaks hard as the doors began to open. The vehicle finally managed to skid to a halt, on a ramp outside the door, The ramp abruptly ended just beyond the door. "NOW" the hooded figure cried into the comm unit in the Cockpit.
The doors in the back of the the APC flew open, the first few occupants cut down by a hail of bullets. Two men jumped out and begun fiddling with something on the ground, below the APC, managing to just about avoid the rain of fire laid down upon them by the still speeding buggy. On a ramp further up in the shafts, several other men finished tying themselves with ropes to the wall. almost at the same moment, explosions rocked the shaft in both sites, a device on the wall further up exploded in a cascade of blue flames, while the charges below the APC detonated, a loud scream issued forth from inside the APC, muffled by the metal chassis of the vehicle. Then slowly, but surely the APC was propelled upwards by the force of the explosions, drifting through the shaft. The Orc buggy which was just about to ram the APC down into nothingness instead found it careening through empty space, into the other side of shaft. Most of the occupants found themselves knocked off by the impact, then meeting their cold graves as the men above began firing their weapons down upon them, if not for the straps the recoil would've sent them hurtling upwards at amazing speeds.
With long hooks the men up the shaft managed to drag the APC into the entrance further up, the men and women of the Iacta had water for another week.
In the dank hangar of the Iacta, Jakes clambered out of the badly bruised APC, bleeding from the several interface connectors in his skull, as well as from his eyes. He cursed the poor state of his equipment, equipment which had been handed down to him from his father, applied through crude surgery as his father died, he'd been in the service of the Omnissiah since his 8th birthday. He had known nothing besides the cold corridors of the Iacta and the other ships of the hulk, just like generations before him. His people had been trapped in the hulk for centuries, and would be so for eternity as far as he knew, although an offshot of the imperial cult aboard preached that salvation was near. This gave rise to several inquisitorial skirmishes aboard, but this did not bother the members of the cult mechanicus much, they served the Omnissiah and had no interest in the squabbles of the main cult.
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