The Siege of courtis prime

The Siege of Courtis Prime
A warhammer 40,000 novel















Recapturing Courtis Prime

A recent rebellion in the city of Courtis Prime caused by a single Chaos Space Marine by the name of N’tkan the annihilator drew the attention of the inquisition to the planet. Inquisitor Almus Dosk was sent along with the Ultramarines 2nd company led by the famous war veteran Captain Cato Sicarus and a regiment of the Imperial Guard from Cadia. However, when they got to the system, warp storms threw the massive battle barge off course to Armageddon. After the force’s battle barge was destroyed by several Ork suicide bombers carrying an immense payload, the Imperial guard regiment, along with the Space Marine Company were all but destroyed, bringing the Imperial Guard’s numbers down to about 1,200 and the Ultramarines down to 500, Inquisitor Dosk thought their numbers were insufficient, but Sicarus strongly disagreed. Another Battle Barge was sent to their aid by none other than Marneus Augustus Calgar and they soon were back at the system, but the warp storms were gone. And when they landed just outside the city walls, half the Black Legion came out, along with N’tkan the Annihilator, who was now a Daemon Prince leading them to the ship. The Imperial Guard literally shook in their boots and ran back into the Battle Barge for cover, along with Dosk, but Sicarus led his troops forward into the fray with an eerie calm that would have surprised even the most learned elder, and Sicarus said but one thing,
“For the Emperor!”
And the revelries of the 2nd Company shook the iron of the walls and the snow that accumulated atop the battlements fell on the ground, and the mountain they were on shook and tremored and the snow atop it fell down the mountainside like rain off of a thunderhawk, and buried the Black Legion under forty-and eight feet of snow, which Sicarus and his troops proudly marched on and over it, hearing the muffled screams of the suffocating traitors below the snow. Far back at the base of the thirty-thousand foot mountain, a very embarrassed Inquisitor walked out of the Battle Barge and into the land raider at the center of the armoured column that was to escort the Imperial Guardsmen. Within the hour every Imperial Guardsmen was in the city, but the Space Marines were just a blue stain in the snow looking down from a heavily fortified battlement, which was exactly what Dosk was doing, after being assured the city was cleansed of all of the ruinous powers of Chaos.






An urgent message
It took twelve years to get a new chapter founded on Courtis, and the very first new marine became the Chapter Master, and that marine was named Commander O’tussus Krex, Chapter Master of the Midnight Sentinels and he was made from the gene seed of both Robute and Hourus, and had served his entire life in the Salamanders, so his skin was thusly, black. He was skilled in Forging weapons and armour, however he also had the privilege to train in the adeptus mechanicus and he had his arm blown off testing the weapons of a warhound titan but had the skills to replace it with a razorback’s storm bolter. 30 years later on Courtis, shortly after finishing the fortress monastery a grand cathedral was made on top of the fortress monastery, and on top of the cathedral a spire was built to overlook the four mountain passes that went out in all different directions. Commander O’tussus was looking out the window of the fortress monastery on the planet of Courtis, an icy world that, because of the fact that it moved around the sun of that solar system at the same speed the planet rotated, half the world was forever enveloped in darkness, and this was the place the fortress monastery was built, for the other half of the world was a constant heat of 30,000 degrees Celsius, the minute you saw the sun, you were incinerated on the spot, and the planet is so close to the sun that even a space marine clad in his power armour could not stand the immense levels of radiation. Commander O’tussus walked down the passageway that led to the land speeder waiting for him. The land speeder was painted navy blue chrome, as was O’tussuses power armour, and every other space marine’s armour, which is the main colour of the Midnight Sentinels. O’tussus entered the cramped quarters of the land speeder, he wished he had installed an elevator like his head sergeant and best friend Opius had suggested, but on the bright side, the land speeder was the only way to get to the top of the tower, whether during an assault, a siege, or otherwise. The speeder took him to the largest parapet on the southern wall when a messenger cloaked in a green hood told them news that would save millions of lives.
“Commander! The Librarian sensed something”
“And what is that?” he asked with doubt.
“He sensed that a green and white tide is coming!”
“Whatever that means.” The page went to the southern watchtower via landspeeder, and as he was entering the machine he said
“Three flares will shoot across the sky when the inquisitor dies, and from those flares will come madness and hope, a light in the gathering dark he said to me, a-“
“Just leave!” Krex yelled over the roar of the engines of the landspeeder.





The green tide

“…Green tide…green tide…gre-“
“Sir!” Krex jolted upright at the sound of his name.
“What is it Opius?” He said.
“The Green tide is orks!” Opius said.
“Orks, huh, of course! Why didn’t I think of it before? And how do you know?”
“Because they are at our doorstep!”
“WHAT!”








Hell’s Mountain

“To the south! On Hell’s mountain! Over there!” The sentry pointed to a jagged peak that was also actually a volcano.
“By the Emperor! The peak is green!”
“Green with orks sir.” A scout reported to Krex rather casually for the seriousness of the situation.
“Assemble the troops, for today…” He said to the captains on the parapet,”…We march to war.” The assembled audience before Krex cheered as loud as they could, shortly after, a screeching alarm bell went off and the captains looked to the courtyard below and saw space marines loaded onto land raiders and land raiders onto thunderhawks. Dozens of artillery and armoured spearheads went down this mountain, and to Hell’s mountain. The captains boarded the thunderhawks and when all but 200 were left, the thunderhawks engines roared to life, and they lifted off to hell’s mountain. The air was still, then a whistle pierced the silence, not a loud one, but a faint one, then it turned into a buzz, then a loud whistle, the a faint jet engine sound, then a roar, then an explosion. A voice came in on the intercom “We are going down mother base, we are going down! I repeat the thunderbird is going down!” Shouting and yelling and the sound of screaming wind coming through the gaping hole in the thunderhawk and the chill of mountain air then… silence. The smell of smoke woke up the only two survivors of the crash, Krex and Opius both woke up. Their ears were ringing. They looked to the sky and saw the other three thunderhawks. A column of flames erupted on the left wing of the thunderhawk called “The Reaper”; it slowly banked to Krex and Opius and hit the snow with a crash. The Reaper was sliding towards them at 300 miles per hour and showed no sign of stopping until the fire found the thunderhawk’s payload. A boom echoed throughout the valley and the reaper spiraled into the sky, tilted to the right, and crashed right into Hell’s mountain. Opius turned to look when a mutilated arm reached out of the snow and grabbed Opiuses ankle. “Opius!” Krex shouted. A daemon prince crawled out of the snow, turned to Opius and slit his throat.














Old enemies

“You, mortal, shall die by the hands of the warp!” The prince said. “Heretic, curse your name N’tkan the annihilator!” Krex said. “And curse your traitorous followers!”
“Speaking of which, your chief librarian died in the crash, so, now without his protection, I will be able to use one of your filthy little human’s minds to summon the daemonic powers of the warp at your doorstep and crush your insignificant city!” He took his massive hand and swept Krex aside, lumbering towards the city. Up in the distance on hell’s mountain bloodshed was all that covered the mountain. Bloodshed and bodies. This however did not stop the Ork invaders, and they marched to the gates and they stood at the bottom of the fortress/mountain. All was silent, only the sound of breathing emanated through the air, then, a blood curtailing scream shook the landscape. Both the marines and the orks looked up into the pitch black and saw death.







The Tyranids are coming!

“Guard the entrance! Set the artillery to high velocity! Every single thing that’s not on the inside of this wall is an enemy! Do you hear me!?”
“SIR YES SIR!” The last marines still existing shouted to inquisitor Dosk, who, after all of these years was still the inquisitor of the planet. “Where is Opius and Krex sir?” An inquisitive imperial guardsman asked Dosk.
“I don’t know.” He said looking over the southern rampart, where Krex and Opius stood just hours before. Dosk made his last mistake by looking down the mountainside when a winged Tyrranofex flew up the mountain, its membranous wings humming like an artillery cannon powering up and tore his face off, then landing on the rampart and uttering a guttering howl that turned into a screech as thousands of gene stealers and termagaunts and hormagaunts swarmed over the wall, swooping down and killing all sentiment beings, when three red flares flew across the sky, illuminating the landscape with a crimson shade, the color of blood. “…And three flares will shoot across the sky when the inquisitor dies and from those flares will come madness and hope, a light in the gathering dark…”
“THE BLOOD ANGELS!” The inquisitive space marine said.
“YAH!” Someone shouted in the distance. The sound of bones being crushed, bolt pistols being shot, and chainswords tearing through flesh came from the battle. The jump packs on the blood angels backs were fixed with sound amplifiers and they screamed with the sound of thousands of tormented souls emanating from them as they entered the fray. They kept raining down from the skies in an unstoppable tide. All that could be heard from the ground was maniacal, insane laughter and yells of pain. Then, a pounding at the gates, all reality melted away and the sky turned red. The gates blasted open and Nurgle’s plague bearers blasted through, their horrific moans, unnerving to all.









Hex, the scout

A silence overtook the fortress monastery, the only sounds that could be heard was the far off battle below, and the groans of the plague bearers. Then a scout by the name of Hex went into the courtyard, past his brother marines, not ten feet away from the nearest plague bearer, drew his heavy bolter, and pulled the trigger. What happened next was a blur to the others, as Hex was the only one shooting. “AAAAH!” He yelled, the bolter loosing rounds at the daemons slowly limping towards him, noticing every bullet like a bull might notice a fly on his back. Soon, all the other defenders joined in, and they slowly pushed back the attackers, then, the plague bearers turned around and met their fates at the end of a power sword, O’tussus Krexes power sword. “Hurrah!” the space marines shouted at the return of their chapter master. And company. A blood angel by the name of Arex Turat carrying the sergeant Opius on his back, Opiuses breathing heavy and strained, a slash mark across his chest. Arex said “The cut missed his heart by inches, a lucky man indeed.” Below, at the foot of the mountain, blood stained the snow, and scattered corpses littered the landscape, tyranid, Ork, and space marine alike. None remained alive, save a handful of grots. Meanwhile, chief apothecary Ronask tended to the wounds of Opius while Krex was finishing the fight with N’tkan the annihilator.


Finishing the fight

The two parried and swung their power swords on and on, they fought their way to the construction site of a statue dedicated to Krex and fought on the various beams, no one dare intervene, for fear of losing their heads, or other important or necessary limbs. And they would not shoot at the daemon prince, because the two were so close, anyone to shoot at N’tkan might accidently hit Krex. Krex was slowly pushed into the cathedral. N’tkan grabbed Krexes throat and climbed up the spire to the observation deck, when Krex finally got out of the iron grip of the daemon prince and stumbled to the edge, breaking the glass fence around the perimeter. N’tkan the annihilator stepped on Krexes chest and kicked him off the side. He plummeted to his death, or what he thought would be his death when a red blur shot him back upward. On the top of the spire, the prince was congratulating himself, his back turned toward the edge when a very amazed Krex flew back onto the observation deck. Krex aimed his storm bolter and fired. The daemon prince turned around, walked towards Krex and walked past him to the ledge. He leaned over the edge, went limp, and fell.





Notice

Krex walked to his quarters only to find a note stamped with a wax seal. It said this-
Commander O’tussus Krex, Chapter Master of the Midnight Sentinels-
Commander, a recent bioscan reads that Tyranids have burrowed into the planet and have made a colony in the planet’s core. It is extremely dangerous to continue to operate your chapter on this planet.
IMPERIUS EXTERMINATUS HAS BEEN ORDERED BY THE INQUISITION.
EVACUATE I

Please critique

There are some small fluff flaws that could be addressed but as a flowchart FOR a novel this is good. Now each idea needs to be slowed down to a crawl and explored to its fullest. The only way a novel can hit the shelves is if the reader gets sucked into the world by more than mere facts but being able to hear the heart beat of your character.

Make sure to do enough research into your subject matter so that when you write the ideas just flow. I would suggest

Playing the spacemarine video game as well as
dawn of war one and two
Watch the movie Ultramarines and read Several
of the space marine books available for sale or download from torrent.

Once you know your subject by heart a full and engrossing story is just a thesaurus away.

Good luck.