Chương 4: Drukhari raid II
The Scoure did what he did best and blasted Nubix from the sky. Fast and lethal, that was what they did and it worked ... apparently at least.
As the Drukhari look at one another, they can't help but frown at the thought of needing help and not managing to kill this strange human. He had killed a Kabalite Warrior already, taken his Splinter Rifle and almost killed a Wyche just now, had it not been for the Scourge ... who ironically killed both the human and the Wyche.
"Your failure to kill this weak pathetic creature will be reported to the Archon when he is finished destroying the other black one. You will never find another-"
*Ting ting ting*
The Scourge's words are interrupted by the sound of metal hitting the ground a few times. They look to the ground and see a small object they recognise very well. A plasma grenade!
*BBBB---OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM*
...
A Plasma Grenade is a grenade available to Imperial and Aeldari military forces that uses a deliberate plasma containment failure to unleash a blast of heat and light that bursts forth like a miniature sun. Plasma Grenades are highly lethal against almost all targets. The Asuryani and Drukhari use Plasma Grenades as their standard anti-personnel grenade. The blast blinds and damages the enemy and prevents them from properly utilising the terrain to defend their position against the rapidly advancing Aeldari forces, for whom speed is a primary tactical advantage.
The miniature sun expands and swallows everything in the vicinity, killing another Wyche and a Scourge who were closest and not fast enough to get away. They had underestimated Nubix time and time again. They knew that he was somehow able to heal, but didn't care about it, seeing him as an inferior creature. Surely he couldn't survive being turned into a sieve ... right? Wrong! The plasma grenade belongs to the Wyche's wargear, allowing Nubix to take one and surprise the Eldar fucks while they weren't paying attention.
Nubix stood back up once again. If he weren't so focused and in the mode, he might have thought the situation funny. Here he was, naked and only holding a Splinter Rifle and a knife from the Wyche, facing off against Scourges, Kabalite Warriors and Wyches, while his brother Vulkan was fighting the Archon and their Reavers up front. He used everything at his disposal, especially his healing to surprise the Drukhari over and over again.
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Nubix drops to one knee and aims at the nearest Drukhari.
*Pew*
He fires at the Kabalite Warrior and hits his head, killing him as he is distracted. His aim shifts to another one and he fires again.
*Pew Pew*
His skill with the rifle has risen to serious degrees since the bloody fight started. He was abusing his Essence of the Warrior to the maximum. The more damage he gained and the closer to 'death' he got, the more his physical abilities would rise, making him stronger, faster, smarter, more skilled and overall deadlier.
*Pew*
His shot hits the wing of a Scourge that tries to dodge his shots and retaliate but instead falls to the ground. The Drukharid does manage to shoot Nubix as he falls though, going for maximum damage and pain, as his twisted mind tells him to.
*Thud*
The Scourge lands on his feet and looks at Nubix with hate-filled eyes.
"Arrogant creature, you will pay for the insult of trying to force me to the ground. The mere thought of brushing my feet against the same dirt you tread sickens me. I will take your imminent screams of dying anguish as your crude attempt at an apology."
*Ptu*
Nubix spits on the ground.
"Look at that ... a talking bird."
"RAAAHH!"
The Scourge raises his rifle and shoots Nubix, who does the same thing. They lock onto each other and unleash their deadly assault.
*PewPewPewPewPew*
*PewPewPewPewPew*
...
When the shooting stops, both fighters stand there with burning holes in their bodies. The anger of the Scourge made it blind to the reality of his situation. The Xenos falls to the ground, dead.
Sensing danger with his intuition, Nubix moves instinctively. A Razorflail whooshes towards him, almost hitting him, but he manages to dodge it. Instead of playing it safe, Nubix starts to use his regeneration to his advantage and fights more carelessly. He straightens his body and then takes the next hit.
*Squelch*
The Razorflail impales him through his chest, causing him to spit out blood. His reaction is immediate. He grabs hold of the weapon and pulls as hard as he can, surprising the Wyche that attacked him and making her lose her balance slightly, before letting go of her weapon and instead using her immense dexterity and speed to attack Nubix with her knives.
*Swish slash woosh*
All over, the Wyche is no longer playing, but it is within her nature to want to deal the most pain instead of outright killing, which allows Nubix to retaliate. He blocks a stab with his forearm and then kicks the Wyche frontally while holding on to her arm. He then slashes his own knife, which he took from another Wyche and slashes at her arm.
*slash*
"AAH!"
The knife cuts through her armour and deeply into her flesh, almost severing it in the process. He moves in for another attack, but his arm suddenly flies off his body...
Another Wyche has arrived from a new squad and has sliced off his arm immediately using her Razorflail. Nubix dodges the next slice aimed at his neck and quickly turns around 360° using the Razorflal which is still impaled in his chest as a chainsaw in a way, attacking all the Drukhari around him.
Such unconventional fighting style and such brutal tactics are not something that the Drukhari are used to. The way this human doesn't care about his health is unnerving and frankly insulting to their deadly capabilities.
*Pew Pew Pew Pew*
Shots are fired from the sky as more Scourges dive down and strike Nubix. But our warrior doesn't stop. He keeps moving and attacking his adversaries at all times. His body is healing the damage dealt to him almost immediately which makes putting him down for good, very bothersome.
Rushing towards the Wyche closest to him, she surprises him with a weapon he hasn't seen today, a Splinter Pistol. Splinter Weapons like the Splinter Pistol fire shards of splintered crystal covered in incredibly potent toxins using a powerful magno-electric pulse.
*Pew*
The shot hits Nubix in the head, but that is not the end ... like the cockroach that he has become, Nubix's body seems to function on muscle memory at this point and his arms grab the Wyche, embracing her in a weird way.
*Pew Pew Pew Pew*
"Get off me you disgusting creat-*
Desperately wanting to get Nubix off of her, she continues to fire her Splinter Pistol, until a knife stabs her stomach. Seeing Nubix's regenerated face, the Wyche is in shock. Nubix continues to stab her over and over again, finally killing the bitch and getting jumped as soon as she drops dead.
*Pew Pew*
*BOOOM*
All over the battlefield, the Drukhari are not having a good time. In front, Vulkan the giant of a man is crushing head after head. The way he just storms through enemy lines and kills them all puts a lasting impression on the Drukhari and the Archon realises his mistake when planning this raid. But it is too late now, he has lost more than 100 of his fighters and continuing would be folly.
Therefore, he does the only thing he knows in this situation ... he outright leaves. Not caring about his troops or the fight any longer, the Archon of the Kabal disappears into the Webway, leaving Nocturne for the next raid which will surely be different from this one.
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Nubix hasn't realised that the fight is practically over and is in the 'zone', so to speak. His missing arm has been recovered. Running and dodging the fire of a Scourge's fire, Nubix finally pulls out the Razorflail that is still impaled in his chest. His healing has recovered the flesh around the weapon, meaning he has to rip the thing out forcefully. And he does just that. His head moves around and he dodges the fire of a Kabalite Warrior. He starts running in a zigzag pattern and pulls out the Razorflail.
With increased speed, Nubix rushes forward and swings the Razorflail in the same way he saw the Wyche do it. His tremendous talent is unquestionable and allows him to multitask. The Kabalite Warriors are still faster as their Eldar physique makes them the fastest race in the galaxy. However, the increase in Nubix's physical capabilities is tremendous. He goes from being as fast as a snail, to more than 70% of the speed of a Kabalite Warrior and it is continuously growing. This, despite how it might sound, is very impressive.
A Guardian is a member of the militia infantry of the Aeldari Craftworlds who serve multiple tactical roles as needed in defence of their homes and comprise the majority of the Asuryani's armed forces. In times of peace, the Guardians pursue their normal civilian roles. All adult Asuryani, however, are trained in the arts of warfare and can be called to arms if their Craftworld is threatened. But despite 'only' being a member of the militia infantry, the Eldar Guardians are still Eldar in the end and the Drukhari are physically a bit faster than the Asuryani. So this hard fight has brought Nubix tremendous gains.
In a burst of speed, Nubix throws himself at the Guardian and attacks him with the Razorflail and the Wyche's knife. The Splinter Rifle was thrown to the ground for now, since he is fighting this Drukhari in close quarters. Seeing the Mon'keigh attacking him with nothing but the weapons he stole from them, the Guardian does the same. This is a matter of pride for him, showing time and time again, that pride is one of the greatest weaknesses of any race.
Nubix has the instinctual knowledge of martial arts and throws everything he has at the Dark Eldar Guardian. But the latter is dressed in armour and is still much faster. The Guardian blocks an attack and delivers a series of blows in quick succession, leaving Nubix dazed. He pulls back and tries to slash the knife at the Guardian. But he only takes a step back and roundhouse-kicks Nubix in the neck, causing it to crack strongly and bend the head almost 90° to the left.
That might have killed anyone, but not Nubix. This time, the Guardian is ready for the fast healing of the human and delivers a frontkick.
*Bang*
Nubix falls to the ground, but not before stabbing the Drukhari in the leg. He doesn't manage to hit him fully, but there is a small gash visible. Noticing this, the Eldar is angered and uses his full speed to beat down Nubix and pummel him to bits. He breaks most bones in his body until nothing but a bloody, broken mess remains. But he doesn't stop. He stomps on Nubix's head and crushes it like a watermelon.
"Heal from that ..."
As he is about to turn around, the short knife which Nubix wielded up to this point, flies through the air and nearly hits him. Then to his surprise, the broken and bloody form of Nubix slowly starts to stand up ... again. The Drukhari Guardian is ... exasperated, to say the least. The tenacity of this human is unlike anything he has seen before. Nubix rushes forward again, throwing punches and kicks at the Eldar. The speed difference has only gotten slightly less and is still not enough to fight him equally, but the skill difference becomes apparent and manages to cover what Nubix lacks in terms of speed.
Nubix takes the damage and catches the Eldar's arm, twisting it and trying to break it. He uses his full body to kick and turn and finally manages to get the crack from the Drukhari's bones he was hoping for. He follows his intuition and instinctively dodges a swipe from the Guardian's combat knife. In a display of marvellous skill, he grabs the knife and redirects the arm to impale the Guardian with it.
"Mon'... keigh..."
Nubix looks forward and notices that the few remaining Drukhari have left Nocturne and all that remains is the dead of the ones who came here, and Vulkan. His giant brother approaches Nubix and then finally embraces him. The two brothers have survived the fight and while Nubix did practically nothing, both of their shows of courage, managed to inspire the people of Nocturne to stand up for themselves.
"You did good, brother," Vulkan says.
"Eh, I survived. You are the one to kill ... how many? 100?"
"Something like that. Come, it is time to celebrate our victory."
"Indeed."
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I have decided to go a bit hard with the Essence here. His gains from all that 'dying' or almost dying and then coming back are tremendous. He is roughly at 85-90% of an Eldar Guardian. And he is not yet an Astartes.
I am planning on making Nubix Vulkan's right-hand man in a way. Either that or he will become a Lord Commander/ Protector. Tell me your thoughts.
Chương 5: The Aftermath
The battle was over. It was bloody and brutal, but the inhabitants of Nocturne had repelled the invaders for the very first time. News travelled fast about Vulkan's and Nubix's feat of fighting the Drukhari head-on and defeating them all. The inhabitants of other cities came to Vulkan, wishing to show him their respect. Next to the mighty form of Vulkan, Nubix was more of a side character than anything else. But he didn't have a problem with it. If anything he preferred it that way.
Seeing the people of Nocturne coming to see him and pay their respects, Vulkan could see the admiration they had in their eyes for him. He saw the need for him and looking at his brother, Nubix knew that Vulkan was starting to be shaped into something great more and more. His inherent skill and power, the empathy he was taught on Nocturne and the fact that he chose to stand up to the Drukhari instead of run away, all formed the picture of a mighty man.
Vulkan stood over everyone who came to see him and addressed all of them. His booming voice sounded across the landscape and everyone could hear him in this moment.
"People of Nocturne. I am honoured by your visit. I hereby vow to crush all enemies and you all, the people of Nocturne will never again be forced to hide!"
"WOOAHHH"
"VULKAN"
"VULKAN"
"VULKAN"
...
Nubix looked at the scene and smiled. The greatest warrior did not conquer the planet he was sent to... it bowed before him, not out of fear but out of admiration and love.
Against this threat, Vulkan became transformed, and his legend spread across the world. He was the "fire-born" - an undefeated warrior whose superhuman strength had torn the slave-barges down from the sky and crushed the Xenos in droves, driving the Dark Eldar from Nocturne.
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In honour of the victory over the Dark Eldar, in what was the year 832.M30 by the Imperial Calendar, it was decided to hold a festive tournament, including competitions in strength and craftsmanship common to the people of Nocturne.
Nubix was walking around and looking at everything. It had been a very long time since he had seen so many smiles on the faces of humans. His parents would smile at him to keep him from worrying, but he now knows that it was all an act to appear brave in front of him and give him a sense of security. He had not avenged them, but it was a start. The Drukhari would all get a taste of his fists and weapons in the years to come.
He walks to where the Opening Ceremony is being held and sees a peculiar scene that makes his blood go cold for a second.
A stranger has appeared. His skin is unusually pale, compared to the dark, swarthy complexions of the people of Nocturne, and his clothes are very strange, made of materials unfamiliar to the pre-industrial Nocturneans. But Nubix can see it. He can see the man behind the illusion standing there in front of his brother Vulkan. His mind's eye is screaming at him that this man is dangerous. No matter what others may think, he can tell that this man is powerful. When he looks at him, he can see a bright light, like looking at the sun.
The man in question looks at Nubix and tilts his head slightly. No one knows what goes through his head.
"So you would like to compete?" Vulkan asks the stranger.
The man nods his head.
"I see no problem with that. And you claim that you could best any man at the competitions?"
"Hahahaha" "Hahahaha"
The people who hear that laugh at the ridiculous notion as they compare the stranger with the superhuman Vulkan that towers over him. Nevertheless, the man only nods with his serene expression.
"Hoho, I accept your challenge, my friend," Vulkan says with a smile.
"How about a wager?"
"A wager? What kind?"
"Whoever loses the competition will swear his eternal loyalty and obedience to the victor."
"..."
Vulkan smiles at such effrontery and shakes his head. He can't see through the illusion of the stranger and can't see the shining brightness that is his aura. Before he agrees, Nubix approaches his brother and stops him.
"Vulkan, think about what you answer. Don't assume that you know everything and be cautious. If you can't live with the consequences, don't agree to the wager."
"What do you mean, Nubix? Do you know something?"
"I can tell you that the stranger is using an illusion to hide his aura and power. I believe that he is purposely doing that to get you to agree to his terms and then get your eternal allegiance."
"Hm ..."
Vulkan thinks about it for a while and looks at the stranger. There is a very small, minuscule smile at the corner of his lips as he overhears the words of Nubix.
"Haha, I believe in my strength, brother. You should believe in my strength as well. I accept your wager, my friend. Let us compete."
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The competitions had begun. Each contest included many tests of strength and endurance. To see the upper limits of the physical might of the competitors. Nubix also attended the competitions as he saw it as a way to grow stronger.
The people of Nocturne were treated to the spectacle of two and a half godlike beings competing against one another, utterly astonishing the mere mortals around them with their superhuman prowess. Many of the contests had to be called a draw between Vulkan and the fair-skinned stranger, for there was simply no way to determine a victor. Nubix was also impressive for a mere human, but when it came down to it, he was nowhere near as impressive as the other two and had to give up.
For instance, the anvil lift, where the contestants were required to hold an anvil aloft above their heads for as long as possible, ended in a tie when the two superhuman competitors both held anvils aloft for half a day with no sign of tiring, while all the other competitors had given up after mere solar minutes. Nubix managed to persevere for 12 minutes and achieved third place but had to give up after that.
All the subsequent contests saw similar outcomes, and by the end of local day 8, Vulkan and the stranger were tied in the overall tournament. To break the tie, the elders of Nocturne decided that the winner would be determined by the test of Salamander Hunting.
"Both contestants are given 24 solar Nocturne hours to forge a weapon, before using that weapon to hunt down and slay one of our reptilian salamanders," one of the elders declares.
"Normally, this task was assessed as being impossible for any mere mortal, but seeing the results of the past 8 days, we have decided that this would be but a formality for both of you. The elders included the caveat that the contestant who brought back the largest salamander will be proclaimed victorious."
And so the two contestants set off, to complete the final trial.
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In the end, it came down to the final trial: Salamander Slaying. Both men had a day and a half to forge a weapon, then go out and slay the largest salamander, which is a large, heat-loving reptile native to Nocturne, that they could find. Vulkan and the stranger worked all day at their forges, neither pausing to rest.
As the day drew to a close, they emerged. Vulkan had forged a huge warhammer, and the stranger a keen-edged sword. They both climbed to the summit of Mount Deathfire, a massive volcano said to be the home of the largest Firedrakes, the most fearsome species of salamander, on the planet. Vulkan found his prey first, smashing its head off with a single blow from his hammer. As he carried the carcass back, the volcano unexpectedly erupted.
Vulkan was nearly thrown off a cliff but managed to grab onto the edge with one hand, stubbornly grasping the tail of his prize with the other. The mighty Vulkan held on for several hours, but his hold finally began to slip. It was at that time the stranger reappeared, carrying a salamander larger than Vulkan's own. The stranger quickly threw his carcass into the lava flow, using its heat-resistant hide as a bridge to cross over and save Vulkan.
Back at the celebrations, Nubix sat and thought about what it meant that he was here at this moment. The fact, that the stranger, who was in truth the Emperor of Mankind, was here now, meant that another chapter would open for him. Vulkan would leave Nocturne and travel to Terra, in order to learn from the Emperor and be ready when the time came to set out and support the Great Crusade. He would stand by his newfound brother and as a future, 'son' of Vulkan and a member of the Salamanders, his role was an important one.
The galaxy brought with it dangers that could only stem from the dark parts of human imagination. All races in the Warhammer galaxy sought to either kill everything else or rule the galaxy itself, while Chaos sought to sow chaos. And Nubix Orenn was in the midst of it all. In terms of Legions, he could have gotten a much worse start than the Salamanders, but he could have also gotten a better one. Nevertheless, it is what it is and Nubix had long gotten any hope of preventing anything out of his head.
He was going to be ready when the time came. All he could do was to grow stronger and fight. As long as he didn't die too soon, he might have a chance to make a difference when the time came. He knew that there was a Heresy which would happen in the future and Vulkan would die, or get tortured ... Sadly Nubix didn't know enough to be sure.
"They're back!"
The shout came and Nubix looked to the front seeing the two men. The large stature of Vulkan carrying a large head of a Salamander, while the smaller stranger doesn't have anything on him at all. The people of Nocturne are already celebrating, believing their hero to be the winner of the competition.
"Wohooo, Vulkan!!"
"Let's go our hero!!"
"Of course he won, he saved us after all."
Everyone already proclaimed Vulkan as the winner. But the large man dropped the Salamander's head on the ground, silencing the crowd at the same time. Nubix observes as something happens, which he doesn't think anyone on Nocturne expected at all. The large powerful man Vulkan kneels on the ground, before the stranger.
"Any man who values life over pride is worthy of my service. By saving me, you effectively lost your own larger Salamander head and lost this challenge. You might have lost the challenge, but you have won my allegiance and loyalty."
Everyone is silent and some gasp at the scene. The stranger suddenly smiles gently and drops his illusion, revealing a bright glow that almost blinds everyone.
"You are as honourable as I knew you were. It is time that I reveal myself to you ... my son."
"S-son?"
"I am the Emperor of Mankind and you are my son who was taken from me long ago. Now I have finally found you. You serve a greater purpose than you realise yet and I am here to show it to you."
"..."
Nubix sighs as he hears the Emperor's words. He knows that this will be a time that he will not be able to see Vulkan for a long time. At least he will be able to become a Space Marine for the XVIIIth Legion and wait for Vulkan to arrive and help them in the war effort.
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Vulkan's only reservation on departing Nocturne was that he would not leave its people undefended, but in this, the Emperor countered that Vulkan's duty was not simply to one world but to many, worlds that knew the terror of the darkness and the feasting of alien horrors uncounted as Nocturne had and that Nocturne itself as the homeworld of a Primarch would forever be secured by his sons, the XVIIIth Legion which bore his blood.
The time for a great change had arrived for all of Nocturne and Nubix especially. The Great Crusade waited for no one and he had to up his game to keep up, while his brother Vulkan was away.
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