pieces are part of an ongoing story. You could see them as chapters
in an epic collection of stories by a number of authors, all
moderators on the
Bolter and Chainsword forum.
These result from an online tournament called the
Arena of Death, in which
contestants submit a character for one of two sides. These character
'fight' each other, based on dice rolls by the judging moderators.
Based on these battles and their outcomes, fluff stories are written
for each battle as well as background stories for the ongoing
campaign. I had been planning to participate, when I was asked to
become a moderator, excluding me from participation in the campaign.
The below story 'A Matter of Pride' was written as background for my
character, Veteran Sergeant Ludovicus Beyaert. In order for my
writing to be not completely in vain, I decided to, together with
the other fluff writers for the campaign, to let him appear in the
campaign storyline as a Non Player Character. However, he now has
such an amount of fluff written about him, and I have so many ideas
to pursue, I will add more instalments as his story develops...
Fearing the worst, the Fiery Lions
began a desperate search for their wayward brethren, undoubtedly
knowing there could only be one outcome to the situation, when
they were contacted by the Legio Bolter and Chainsword. The
Legio, having suffered grievous losses during the last Black
Crusade, was requesting the chapter to send them one or more
marines to bolster their ranks. Traditionally however, the Fiery
Lions had never detached marines to the Legio, save for a
handful of extraordinary occasssions.
Veteran Brother Marine Ludovicus
Beyaert knelt down and, holding his bolter and chainsword
loosely in his gauntleted hands, he lowered his head and
calmly listened for any signs of the enemy. Just like he had
done on hundreds of battlefields, in his long service with the
Fiery Lions chapter of the Adeptus Astartes. The din of battle
had been growing stronger again for the last couple of minutes
and he knew he was nearing the end of this hunt.
Looking at me, you would not know
that at one time, this mortal coil held a noble spirit, a
shining paladin of humanity’s greatest hope. Needless to say
it’s gone now. Yet, before this pallid flesh turned into the
hideous and terrible form you now see before you, I was once a
loyal and pious member of the proud Adeptus Astartes. A hero,
even among my peers, I was regarded highly and according to
many, on my way to the top. Yes; how the mighty have fallen.
Dust slowly descended from the low
ceiling, catching the pale and weak light of the emergency
lights, disappearing in the distance. He was near. Every fibre
in his body was aware of it and nothing would stop him now, so
close to his elusive quarry. There was no doubt in Beyaert’s
mind that the traitor had heard the brief but fierce combat in
this narrow corridor. He was facing an opponent not only driven
by hate and despair, but also aware of his presence, the Corsair
guarding this part of the base, in his feeble attempt at
resistance, had seen to that at least.
Altering its course, the torpedo
angled away from the surface of the asteroid and gave a short,
powerful burst with its escape jets. Beyaert, now looking
straight down on the surface of the asteroid suddenly spied the
power armoured figure he had seen moving around the torpedoes,
entering the one on the far right, which he had intended to
investigate. There was something familiar about this marine. But
before he could discern who it was, billowing dust clouds thrown
up by the torpedo’s engines made him loose sight of the other