Fan Fiction ❯ The Reya Campaign ❯ The Chaos are here ( Chapter 1 )

The Disclaimer: Same as just about every other one I don't own Warhammer 40,000. Also sorry about the delay between this and the intro

The Chaos Are Here

"How did this happen so easily? Why did this happen to me?" These were the questions which he thought about day and night. "I'm a citizen of the Imperium, a loyal, faithful, honest….. Well a citizen of the Imperium anyway."

The Chaos armies had landed 10 miles from Reya Trinitus the third largest hive on Reya two days later they attacked. They captured the city within a week nine days to take over a hive-city with a population of 15 million people and an army one and a half million strong. The enemy had sent scouts ahead who had somehow managed to overcome one of the gates and subsequently destroy the whole structure. That all took less than a day for them over the next six days they charged straight through from the one gateway which they held to the top of the main spine. The reason for the city guard's lack of efficiency was obvious; they were much too busy fighting against the crime lords to attack the arch-enemy in force. Instead they fought against them in the crime-fighting detachments they were in as a result they were slaughtered by the foul sub-human life forms.

The city itself was pretty much intact the creature in command obviously saw some use for the hive or at least for the areas with substantial amounts of wealth. The poorer areas of the city lay in ruin. The upper residential areas were now securely held but the lower housing areas were only slightly patrolled.

It was in the lower areas in which the last bits of Imperial resistance held out against the Chaos.

"Ti, Ti." Whispered Grigan "what's wrong with you, are you in a trance or something'?"

"What? Oh sorry Grig, I was just thinking about how we got here." Tius muttered to his friend.

"Who here doesn't do that every day we're out here?" Replied Grigan casually waving his hand to take in the surrounding area, an old factory manager's office which the resistance unit was currently using as a command post. It was very simplistic in design, after all it wasn't exactly designed as a top hotel, but it had strong walls and the factory had enough room to hold all 200 or so resistance fighters.

"Mister Arytt, Mister Grigan." Puffed an out of breath sentry called Cuss bursting through the door. "There is a huge bunch of Chaos troopers comin' this way. Thought you should know

"Sentries?" Tius asked hopefully.

"No Mister Arytt, sir." The young sentry answered. "Sentry units are usually in squads of about five - ten all usually armed with lasguns."

"And these wankers?" Inquired Grigan.

"Somewhere between 40 and 75 I didn't do a head count and armed with grenade launchers, meltas, flamers and I think I even saw an autocannon. Search and destroy platoon I'd guess"

"Then we'd best move." Arytt said picking up his boltpistol and laspistol then pausing to adjust his carapace armour. As he ran out of the office around fifty men flocked to him knowing that something was seriously wrong. They were all armed some with las-weapons the others with auto weapons one soldier even had a flamer.

When the interception force located the enemy platoon they found Cuss' estimation far from exaggeration. Had they known of its size they would have taken extra care moving through the ruined streets they had used the buildings to the sides of course one half under Arytt, the other under an ex sergeant from the city guard named Kuert. "There were 100 men in the chaos force armed well for battle. Arytt halted his troops. Something seemed wrong he wasn't sure what but it seemed wrong. He briefly did a check on the enemy. They were packed in to what would be potentially a guerrilla paradise a squad of troops a quarter the size could annihilate them. So far the invaders had seemed more intelligent than this. It could be the stupidity of the junior officers or it could be…………………."

A scream of pain from the buildings on the other side confirmed his worst thoughts.

Kuert was knocked off his feet when the Chaos stormtrooper hit into him, the soldier behind him screamed in pain as he was cut apart by hellgun blasts at close range. By the time the sergeant had got to his feet ten of his men were dead they had been ambushed, set up. He knew he couldn't win he was surrounded and outnumbered by better equipped soldiers, but he would still kill as many as he could. He called out every inspiring line he had ever heard to the survivors to instil vigour and strength. He smashed the ribs of one of his attackers with the butt of his lasgun then shot it through the head. Kuert the discarded the rifle and fought with his knife and pistol. Running off adrenaline he killed the Chaos left and right. With three men remaining Kuert fell to the floor he looked down confused as to why only then did he realise he had taken enough damage to kill him ten times over, his legs were a mess his stomach had been hit multiple times and his chest was bleeding freely. From the ground he watched the others die. Suddenly one of the masked enemy troopers crouched over him with a large dagger in his hand.

"Fuck you." Kuert managed to croak, firing his laspistol into the killers head at the same moment its dagger pierced his heart.

"Back! Back!" Arytt shouted out. As the words left his mouth charges blew out the ceiling and walls in the next room and the ambushers emerged from their hiding places had the course the guerrillas were taking continued they would most certainly have been surrounded like the late sergeant Kuert. None the less their situation wasn't favourable. Another slaughter began Arytt's men held back against their foes for a while, but the insanity of chaos is without reason killing them had no psychological effect as it would on normal humans. Within minutes the fight was up close and bloody. Utilising every skill he had mastered fighting against other gang members and the city law guardians Arytt killed more than any other present. A man was torn to pieces by what had to be an officer of the enemy. Although he knew very little of rank insignia, the guerrilla commander knew a power claw wasn't issued to just anyone. Most others would have ran when confronted with an opponent as dangerous as this, Arytt fired both his pistols twice into its head before shooting another through the chest with his laspistol. Met with the skill and ferocity of the Imperial resistance the Chaos troops fell back almost as one. An ill timed cheer of triumph arose from the Imperialists, a volley of grenades from the enemy storm trooper's launchers. In the few split seconds before detonation there was a panic to get out the door. The resulting explosions killed many and their leader was thrown through the wall unto the street a nine feet below he lay there for a while then Tius Arytt knew no more.