Post by uri on Jul 13, 2010 19:01:18 GMT -5
Truth be told, he thought it was the perfect place to ride out his leave. Being stuck in the limbo he was in was disturbing and had allowed weird thoughts to creep into his head. Thoughts the God Emperor in his teachings wouldn’t have allowed. This place though allowed him to pray and cleans his soul and hopefully banishes these thoughts to the hell they came from. The woman who had appeared recently out of the blue had not helped these, filling his head with sinful and weak thoughts.
One thing that would never stop was the nightmares.
This one in particular was troubling. It was a battle long ago, one in which his unit had been wiped from the earth in a bold and glorifying last charge. He himself was found near death. He woke, bolting up right and in a cold sweat. He had only just started sleeping for the past two hundred years and was still unused to it. The thing was he was awake so the screams should have stopped. Then he realised that the screams he heard now were real. Jumping out of bed he ran to his window and gazed into the village square. Bandits had come from the hills in a raid and seemed to be killing all the men. For a moment Uri thought about leaving them to it. There was no money in it and as for innocence; well the He said that there was no such thing as innocence, only degrees of guilt.
Still, mused a part of his mind, the training would be nice.
At the moment he was wearing nothing. To an observer he didn’t look interesting in any way. Normal build with a bit of a gut, few scars. Even his manhood seemed normal sized but the power came from inside. This was just another form of camo. He quickly got into his body glove and ran into a room next to his. Here his armour was placed in such a way it would take moments to get it on. In the five minutes he took, he prayed for victory and cleansed his thoughts. As the helmet came down and visor up, he switched his mind to thoughts of battle and the glory within. Grabbing his Gunlance and shield he turned on his HUD.
One of the bandits was outside his home. He aimed and fired a shot through the wall hitting the man square. His body held together but fell apart when it went through the wall behind him. This caught the attention of the horde and they turned to see Uri jump out of the hole in his first floor wall onto the ground.
“Vun dra Asbanun!”
His voice came out tinny and had a slight deep echo to it. As soon as these words left his mouth he fired again aiming at one on horse back. Both flew through the air and before they even hit the floor another shot was fired at the group. A few managed to get their wits back and charged. At close range his lance was useless but it had another trick. He lifted it vertical and it snapped in half. The long blade that seemed to act as the ‘Lance’ part was folded back in such a way it became a great sword. It was wielded however as if it was a single handed sword. This was found out by the first to come in range. The blade didn’t slice through him, instead it hit with such force it sent the man up and back into a bloody heap. The second got the shield to his face which knocked him off his feet only to have a boot land on his skull, cracking it. One more came from behind, warning sensor spells in Uri’s helmet alerted him to this and the man was met with a furious back smash from the folded Gunlance. Uri then noticed the leader, he could tell by the clothes he wore, had taken off on horse back and was well on his way to escaping. Uri snapped the lance back to full extension. He HUD told his the trajectory and distance; he would have to shoot through the house in front of him. Most would hope the house was empty but that thought never crossed Uris mind. A flame, rainbow like, roared out of the barrel. A second later a boom could be heard and a huge multi coloured ball left the nozzle knocking Uri through the wall of his own house with recoil. It went through the house, into the air and seemed to touch the man. A huge fireball lit up the area the man was in.
A metallic clunk could be heard and Uri walked out of the rubble. His Gunlance fixed to his back with an incredibly strong magnet. A small metal rectangle was standing upright near the end of the nozzle and smoke and heat came of the tip. He was met by angry villagers. These had heard of him and his comrades. They held him responsible for the bandits even coming here. He had also injured a family in the house he shot through.
Well it was good while it lasted he thought while abuse was thrown at him. A young man, no more the eighteen had seemed to have gained some bravado and was trying to get in Uri’s face. Uri’s response was to hit him with the shield still on his arm. Uri never spoke and watch the man land on his back, his face busted open. He spoke in the same metallic voice he used earlier.
“If you wish to fight, then lets us fight. If not I will leave now. Well?”
This was met with silence. A few of the villagers looked at the body and then at Uri. Uri went back in, retrieved a tunic and cowl he wore when not in his armour and left. He headed towards the lake. He had yet to wash this morning and he needed to cleanse his body. He didn’t hate the villagers for there response. He had been met with it for centuries, he was used to it.
He was moments from the lake when he noticed something, he was being followed.
One thing that would never stop was the nightmares.
This one in particular was troubling. It was a battle long ago, one in which his unit had been wiped from the earth in a bold and glorifying last charge. He himself was found near death. He woke, bolting up right and in a cold sweat. He had only just started sleeping for the past two hundred years and was still unused to it. The thing was he was awake so the screams should have stopped. Then he realised that the screams he heard now were real. Jumping out of bed he ran to his window and gazed into the village square. Bandits had come from the hills in a raid and seemed to be killing all the men. For a moment Uri thought about leaving them to it. There was no money in it and as for innocence; well the He said that there was no such thing as innocence, only degrees of guilt.
Still, mused a part of his mind, the training would be nice.
At the moment he was wearing nothing. To an observer he didn’t look interesting in any way. Normal build with a bit of a gut, few scars. Even his manhood seemed normal sized but the power came from inside. This was just another form of camo. He quickly got into his body glove and ran into a room next to his. Here his armour was placed in such a way it would take moments to get it on. In the five minutes he took, he prayed for victory and cleansed his thoughts. As the helmet came down and visor up, he switched his mind to thoughts of battle and the glory within. Grabbing his Gunlance and shield he turned on his HUD.
One of the bandits was outside his home. He aimed and fired a shot through the wall hitting the man square. His body held together but fell apart when it went through the wall behind him. This caught the attention of the horde and they turned to see Uri jump out of the hole in his first floor wall onto the ground.
“Vun dra Asbanun!”
His voice came out tinny and had a slight deep echo to it. As soon as these words left his mouth he fired again aiming at one on horse back. Both flew through the air and before they even hit the floor another shot was fired at the group. A few managed to get their wits back and charged. At close range his lance was useless but it had another trick. He lifted it vertical and it snapped in half. The long blade that seemed to act as the ‘Lance’ part was folded back in such a way it became a great sword. It was wielded however as if it was a single handed sword. This was found out by the first to come in range. The blade didn’t slice through him, instead it hit with such force it sent the man up and back into a bloody heap. The second got the shield to his face which knocked him off his feet only to have a boot land on his skull, cracking it. One more came from behind, warning sensor spells in Uri’s helmet alerted him to this and the man was met with a furious back smash from the folded Gunlance. Uri then noticed the leader, he could tell by the clothes he wore, had taken off on horse back and was well on his way to escaping. Uri snapped the lance back to full extension. He HUD told his the trajectory and distance; he would have to shoot through the house in front of him. Most would hope the house was empty but that thought never crossed Uris mind. A flame, rainbow like, roared out of the barrel. A second later a boom could be heard and a huge multi coloured ball left the nozzle knocking Uri through the wall of his own house with recoil. It went through the house, into the air and seemed to touch the man. A huge fireball lit up the area the man was in.
A metallic clunk could be heard and Uri walked out of the rubble. His Gunlance fixed to his back with an incredibly strong magnet. A small metal rectangle was standing upright near the end of the nozzle and smoke and heat came of the tip. He was met by angry villagers. These had heard of him and his comrades. They held him responsible for the bandits even coming here. He had also injured a family in the house he shot through.
Well it was good while it lasted he thought while abuse was thrown at him. A young man, no more the eighteen had seemed to have gained some bravado and was trying to get in Uri’s face. Uri’s response was to hit him with the shield still on his arm. Uri never spoke and watch the man land on his back, his face busted open. He spoke in the same metallic voice he used earlier.
“If you wish to fight, then lets us fight. If not I will leave now. Well?”
This was met with silence. A few of the villagers looked at the body and then at Uri. Uri went back in, retrieved a tunic and cowl he wore when not in his armour and left. He headed towards the lake. He had yet to wash this morning and he needed to cleanse his body. He didn’t hate the villagers for there response. He had been met with it for centuries, he was used to it.
He was moments from the lake when he noticed something, he was being followed.