by Reapergod36 » Mon Jan 28, 2013 2:07 am
Celeste readied her pistol, firing along as the Orks came into firing rage. She thought about charging into the horde, but she saw no use for it. If she wanted to meet an early grave then sure. But till then she was going to stay down and shoot her laspistol she continued to fire away. Bringing down a few Orks in her wake, but just as all seemed lost. The Orks were forced to retreat, as artillery rounds shot forth and annihilated several of the Orkish hordes.
Seeing the Orks run, Celeste rose up with her power sword, slashing and cutting violently through retreating Orks. "Sweeping advance!" She commanded, letting out a fearsome dance of blades. One of remembrance, but as she slashed down one of the nobs. An artillery shell hit her just barely. She was flung onto her stomach, wondering why the imperium's accuracy would falter. After so many consecutive shots, only hitting Orks. She then slowly looked up at the reason. As she realized the all too grim fate of this guardsmen troop. As she looked up to the skull adorned greaves of a space marine. It hit her, much like the artillery shell did. It wasn't fired from a basilisk, it was fired from a defiler.
She grunted and groaned in pain, as she felt a space marine boot hit her stomach. Knocking her painfully onto her back, her arms were pinned down by two long polearms with very narrow but jagged tips. Each encouraging the submissiveness of their victim. For if the prisoner manages to get free, or even struggled in the spears. The jagged tips would see to it that the person pinned by them would bleed to death from slit wrists. As cried out in pain from the sudden punctures. She looked up to see a chaos lord, along with two chaos marines at his side. The chaos lord had a daemon maul; the space marines with possessed bolters.
Had she failed her guardsmen by allowing herself to be pinned this easily. To be taken captive; no, she thought to herself. She had led her men and women to victory. She couldn't of possibly lost. As she looked around, the chaos lord continued to stand over her. Meanwhile the rest of his legion, cultist and chaos marine alike. Were closing in on the trench of the other guardsmen. Some of the guardsmen were on the ground as she was. Others were not as brazen to charge out of the trench. The chaos marines aimed their bolters at the imperium's shield. Closing in further, to take more prisoners...
Death Is Inevitable.
Humanity Destroys Itself.
I Destroy All, But How Can I Do This.
Without Destroying Myself?
The Answer Is Simple.
I Do On The Inside... Lady Foxy Wrote: Reaper of women's soles.