Blood in the Machine by Andy Smillie

Author:Andy Smillie
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Published: 2013-12-16T00:00:00+00:00

SCENE 5 - INT. VALIDUS RIGHT LEG.

ATMOS: THE THRUM OF THE VALIDUS. CLANKING AS THE LEG MOVES. SOUNDS ECHO.

FX – SPARKING AND PLASMA CUTTERS AS ORKS CUT INTO THE VALIDUS’S LEG

A shower of glowing metal spat and flickered in the gloom, sparking to the floor as the orks cut their way into the Validus.

HARAHEL: Men of the Emperor, prepare yourselves.

Harahel shouted the command, bolstering the spirits of the thirty or so Steel Legion troopers who stood with him and Metatron in the vaulted hold-space of the Validus’s right leg.

FX – HISS CLICK OF HELM LOCKING IN PLACE

Locking his helm in place, Harahel watched as the Guardsmen checked the charge of their lasguns and fixed blades to the ends of their barrels.

FX – GUARDSMEN READYING THEIR WEAPONS

METATRON: <<Their time would be better spent readying their souls.>>

HARAHEL: <<What?>>

METATRON: <<You know as well as I do, brother, that they are as good as dead. It will only be by the grace of Sanguinius that any of them survive the next ten minutes.>>

Harahel cast his gaze over the Guardsmen. Metatron was right. Clad in cumbersome enviro-suits, their movements were slow. It was a cruel irony that the equipment designed to keep them alive if the chamber flooded, would likely speed them to their deaths. At best they would provide a distraction, something to keep the orks from swarming the Flesh Tearers.

He turned to face the Techmarine.

HARAHEL: <<It is unlike you to be so tenebrous, brother.>>

METATRON: <<Forgive me. I am... distracted. This Titan...>>

Metaron gestured around and above them.

METATRON: <<The Validus is unlike any machine I have encountered. Its spirit is unknown to me. It speaks only to the princeps, and he is as fallible as all men. I do not enjoy trusting to his intentions.>>

HARAHEL: <<Then it is a good job you were blessed with the strength to kill those who would abuse such trust.>>

METATRON: (grunt of amusement)

FX – CUTTING SOUND GETS LOUDER

HARAHEL: <<Here they come!>>

Harahel motioned to the increasing flow of water.

FX – WATER BURSTING INTO THE CHAMBER. POPPING OF RIVETS

HARAHEL: Stand firm. No one flees. Kill until killed!

FX – GUARDSMEN ROAR. EVISCERATOR ACTIVATES

Harahel thumbed the activation stud on his eviscerator.

FX – LOTS OF WATER BURSTING INTO HOLD

Boiling seawater burst into the chamber, pushing through the fissure made by the ork cutters and tearing a wide rent in the adamantium bulwark.

FX – GUARDSMEN SCREAMING

The Guardsmen screamed as the water swept them back and away from the centre of the room, slamming them into the walls.

FX – LAS-FIRE

Undisciplined volleys of las-fire struck the walls as the troopers panic-fired.

FX – THRUM OF PROPELLERS (SUBMERSIBLE ENGINE NOISE)

Propelled by modified jetpacks that had spinning rotators in place of thrusters, the orks followed the water inside.

HARAHEL: <<Bring them death!>>

Harahel roared and powered forward into the press of orks.

FX – WEAPONS FIRE. CHAIN-WEAPONS.

BATTLE

The metal and fabric suits worn by the orks were like something from the ancient annals of man. Translucent, domed helms covered the orks’ faces, a crude system of valves and thick pipes providing oxygen.

HARAHEL: (snarl)

Harahel snarled as

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