Warhammer 40,000 | The Forgotton Ones

[Bassa]

This is a Warhammer 40,000 Fan-Fic that I hope will be fairly long. If this starts dieing, PM me and I will update it.

 

[spoiler=Prologue]The Thunderhawk soared through the hemisphere, rapidly gaining speed and charging towrds the Ork Buildings. They sent a torrent of Missile into the Ork lines, hoping, that one of there projectiles would reach its target, and with the amount of Knock-back, This was likely.

The Blood Ravens held there lines behind the ruins, under continues fire from Orks in the distance. There gren scaly skin bubbled in the hot morning air, as there breath, green and putrid, escaped into the sky.

"Reinforcemnets are on there way!" said a crakling voice in Ragnar's ear.

The Orks were firing more and more and the Space Marines were slowly being taken out, one, by one. It was only a matter of time before the Orks would have control. The Ork leader, his hair swaying in the breeze let out a fierce roar, and the Orks made there attack. The charged at the Space Marine Warriors as they fired randomly, hoping to take out as many Orks as possible before thye reached them.

"Incoming!" Ragnar snared.

The Orks were nearly on top of them now as The Marines dropped there bolt pistol and took up a ChainSword. Ragnar sliced trough an Orks gut, tearing it into two pieces.

 

That was when he say it. Next to him, charging towards there line was a Space Marine Dreadnought. Reinforcments had got there, although there was little of them.

The Dreadnought turned and sent a volley of highly explosive projectiles into the retreating Orks, ripping many to pieces.

The orks began to regroup and turned round to charge back again, This time the Space Marines didn't stand there ground. They charged straight for the Orks and readied themslves for a brutal Hand to Hand Battle.

 

Ragnar ripped his ChainSword out of an Orks gut in time to parry another Orks blow. The Ork hadn't expected to be fighting the Space Marine leader and began to run, but not fast enough as Ragnar fired a close range round of bullets into the Orks head.

The battle was fierce and the appeared to be no apparent leader as both armies were taking many casulties.

Another marine Fired into an Ork before being burnt to crisp by a Flame Thrower. This Ork was different, he had a strange Cigar in his mouth that he was smoking through the battle. The Dreadnought picked him up and crushed him with his mettalic hands. But he didn't realise that Behind him an Ork threw a necro-grenade at him, tain g the Dreadnought apart.

 

All was still, every Space Marine dead from the explosion, except Ragnar, he looked infront of him to see the Blood Ravens banner. All he had lived for would end now, and he would show he was pruod of what he had become. He stodd up and grabbed the flag, making his way for the top of the hill. Orks fired at him, chipping his armour and making it incresingly hard to see. He was losing strength and he new he had little time.

He reached the top of the hill and stabbed the Banner into the ground, he ell to the floor.

"We are The Blood Ravens! We are Space Marines!"

 

[Banzai]

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watch your spelling though

[Bassa]

This was just a 5 minute job, I will do a spell check later today.