Post by anaris on May 21, 2006 14:42:14 GMT -5
It rained. From above, a million rounds of liquid munitions were fired every minute, a deluge that washed the streets in filth and hurried travellers into shelter before it ate through their protective gear. It had been raining this chemical slurry for a week now, a week of events that led nowhere, of frustration. It had been raining on a walking god, and he was getting tired of it. He was getting tired of this waste, of the carelessness of those above, of the ash and debris of centuries that hid a metal floor beneath his feet. Perhaps there was nothing to be found, but he would not give up.
The drumming fall was soft against his skin. An ordinary man would be dead, but the acid hissed and ran off, leaving him unharmed. His robes, covered in a chem-cloak, were already pocked with holes where the rain had seeped through. He didn't care. Appearance mattered little here. His great height made him abnormal, his massive build an oddity, but still he had drawn not one curious gaze during his stay. Nobody cared. Their own lives were enough to be getting on with, or they were too intimidated to seek his death. An even split, perhaps. He lay and lamented humanity's fall in the bright nights, when he rested beneath the glare of artificial suns.
He had walked at the head of an army that crushed worlds. He had strode through the galaxy at the side of his lords and conquered in the name of the Emperor. He had held the fate of millions in his hands. He had built the crumbling edifice they called the Imperium with his blood, spilled across the soil of a thousand worlds, and this was what it had come to. Teeming masses crowded beneath the gaze of those with money, with power. Those who simply did not care. It made him sick, and it made him angry, and it made him hunt.
They came amongst their subjects in armour, ornate combat suits and mystical technology that bore them aloft on steel wings or sped them through the dust without a trace. They came to kill for sport, out of boredom. It was a travesty of care, a mockery of rule. He intended to teach them a lesson. Without weapons or armour, he would be easy prey for a Spyrer, or so they would think. But he was no human, not one of the creatures he had sworn to protect.
He was a Space Marine. Nomir Alestan strode onwards through the ash, ever watchful, seeking a trail.
The drumming fall was soft against his skin. An ordinary man would be dead, but the acid hissed and ran off, leaving him unharmed. His robes, covered in a chem-cloak, were already pocked with holes where the rain had seeped through. He didn't care. Appearance mattered little here. His great height made him abnormal, his massive build an oddity, but still he had drawn not one curious gaze during his stay. Nobody cared. Their own lives were enough to be getting on with, or they were too intimidated to seek his death. An even split, perhaps. He lay and lamented humanity's fall in the bright nights, when he rested beneath the glare of artificial suns.
He had walked at the head of an army that crushed worlds. He had strode through the galaxy at the side of his lords and conquered in the name of the Emperor. He had held the fate of millions in his hands. He had built the crumbling edifice they called the Imperium with his blood, spilled across the soil of a thousand worlds, and this was what it had come to. Teeming masses crowded beneath the gaze of those with money, with power. Those who simply did not care. It made him sick, and it made him angry, and it made him hunt.
They came amongst their subjects in armour, ornate combat suits and mystical technology that bore them aloft on steel wings or sped them through the dust without a trace. They came to kill for sport, out of boredom. It was a travesty of care, a mockery of rule. He intended to teach them a lesson. Without weapons or armour, he would be easy prey for a Spyrer, or so they would think. But he was no human, not one of the creatures he had sworn to protect.
He was a Space Marine. Nomir Alestan strode onwards through the ash, ever watchful, seeking a trail.