The Ravens Descend

[Caladai Doomblade]

The Ravens Descend

+++ Strike Cruiser Celestial Claw, in relative position to the moon Terodas VI in the Taurus solar system +++

Veteran Sergeant Camael stares at the screen in front of him. Taking in the message in displayed bright green lettering on the black screen. After a moment, he leans presses a few other buttons on a different processor and speaks into mic: Ravenwing! Report to the briefing room! He gets up slowly, straightning his black robe and tightning the white cord around his waist. Donning his hood, Camael presses his hand on the reactive plate on the wall, opening the steel door into the hallways of the ship. Turning right the veteran walks towards the centre of the giant ship, a walk of about half a mile. It'll take him little more than 5 minutes.

The rest of the space marines are already seated in great chairs facing the small raise in the floor with the projector screen. There are about 20 of them. Most are dressed in the same black robes as Camael, some have their hoods over their heads, hiding their faces in shadow. Others are dressed in black space marine armour, the winged sword of the ravenwing emblazoned on their right should pads. Camael walks to face the group and slams his fist into his massive chest, a sign of greeting for his brothers. They copy him with a sound of ceremite of steel and hollow thuds. They look their commanding officer straight in the eyes, unflinching, and he knows they are ready for anything. He could go to the eye of terror of Abaddons heart and his brothers would follow, no question.

Camael switches the projector on, and a map of part of Taurus VII appears, red objective dots flickering into life as new data is loaded in. 'Brothers' Camael starts, 'we have a mission on this planet'. No emotions betray the Ravenwing marines, battle comes naturally for these warriors, and holds fear nor excitement for them, only satisfaction. After a pause Camael resumes: 'The orcs are heading for these targets, and Belial has asked us to intercept them and thin them out, then the Deathwing will come in to finish them of. The ruins of this techfacility,' Camael points towards a flickering red dot, 'are vital to the succes of our mission. If the orcs manage to capture it they will have a good defensive position, and the ancient data storage devises may hold information that we can use in our mission.' Camael looked at the group, some marines nodded in approval, others showed no outwards sign of understanding or approval, but Camael knew they understood the importance of the mission. 'We drop in exactly 21.43 hours'

Camael is walking through the long hallways of the strike cruiser. He feels the reactors and engines humming into life beneath his feet. His feet unconsiously lead him to the ships space marine chapel, where he meets the human priest who holds service there. Before donning his armour, it is time to meditate and pray. He orders the priest out, closes the doors and kneels before the altar, the banner above it showing emperor watching from the skies as Lion El Johnson releases two gigantic ravens to attack a vast deamon horde, a knowing smile on his lips. Camael closes his eyes, and prays for the next 12 hours.

[henerius]

Oh boy oh boy.... it's going to start...

Ik word nog een regelrechte fan van je schrijfkunst

[Caladai Doomblade]

Dank je! Vervolg komt eraan...

[Bob]

Ja, leuk!
Alleen in de tegenwoordige tijd lezen is raar voor mij. Maar wel verfrissend.
Enne Space Marines die een briefing niet snappen?
Het zijn geen dommekrachten die maar rammen en schieten hé!

[Caladai Doomblade]

Er staat: 'showed no signs of understanding' Ze begrijpen het, maar laten geen emoties zien, ze nemen enkel de informatie in zich op. Ik had het inderdaad anders moeten zeggen. Wacht, ik wijzig het meteen.

[henerius]

jammer die edit ruineerd de leestekens

[Caladai Doomblade]

knudde