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The world was spinning.
Landing hand on the ground hard, he grunted out and blinked, sense of gravity returning shortly to tell him that he was laying on his back. Minor aching around his body suggested of minor concussion bruises and the flashing icon at the top right of his eye told that no breaches were made to his armor. Checking the status of his Guard-kin and finding him advancing to his position, he rolled to his feet and took a quick look left and right to scan for immediate threats, before sprinting off to a run, following his previous coordinates. He thought himself lucky for having survived the artillery shelling without any injuries, the shock wave alone strong enough to have broken a lesser man.
But Sebrat of Ikhod was not a lesser man. He was a proud warrior of the Dragon Lords and he would complete his duty before the twists of fate would take his life.
Checking the small radar, he could see the blinking red icon of the target location closing in, along with the swiftly closing in green target that indicated his Guard-kins presence. Glancing to his right just to affirm this, he quickly jumped to an collapsed trench and moved on. Hemrok , his Guard-kin, was a silent and humorless warrior, but he had never found wanting when he had his back. Reliable, brave and lethal, he was a perfect candidate to serve as his Guard-kin, before he would take on the role of the company Apothecary. Sebrat was content with the thought to leave his position to him, though he hoped the warriors demeanor towards non-astartes would soften over time.
Continuing along the trench, he spent a fraction of a second to check on his ammunition situation. Only one clip with seven rounds remained and approximately one of those shots would clip or even miss its intended target. Sebrat had never been a warrior to take pride in his shooting skills, but then again that was not something that affected his superiors decision to trust him this duty. A duty that made him question his mortality constantly as the sound of closing death rang in his ears all the time.
His intended target only around one hundred meters away, he would have to scale over a large mound of dirt that had built up on a old wrecked Chimera APC, for he expected the sides to be trip-wired with explosives to ward off potential attackers.
"Hemrok"? He spoke out without really thinking about it, the routine etched into his mind through rigorious repeated training.
"Not dead yet." Came the reply, at which point Sebrat raised his right fist and made a quick pumping motion with it, immediately bursting to movement with Hemrok following close behind. Gun fire rattled around them both as Sebrat saw the fortified trench where he was supposed to go, taking mighty leaps to scale the terrain as quickly as possible. A bark of heavy gun fire caught his attention and he rose his combat shield out of reflex to shield his head and upper body. Sure enough, an instant later a heavy round impacted the shield but did not breach it, more rounds flying past him while some only scratched his armors surface with their passing.
Counting in micro seconds to determine the weapons rate of fire, he pulled his shield back the second he found a lapse in the fusilage and swiftly shot two rounds in the attackers direction, before exploding back to movement again.
"Enemy sighted at the left" - He barked into the helmets vox, lost in the moment when even just a whisper would do to alert his brother at arms.
"They're re-arming. Neutralizing and heading to target location". Soon after he could hear the bark of bolter as his Guard-kins lethal aim took a heavy toll on the enemys heavy gunner.
Eventually getting down to the trench, he looked around as men in dirty, deep-wine red coats, glanced at him for a moment, before returning to their tasks, most taking a watch over the trenches sides while others brought boxes of ammunition and explosives. Moving past them slightly crouched, he felt a slight sense of relief warm his insides as he heard the heavy "thump" of his Guard-kin landing into the trenches just behind him.
His intended target came into view soon. A space marine in deep dark red armor and bone colored trimmings laid on the ground, clutching his chest hard. "Brother?" was all he asked of him, but as no answer came, he let his helmets scanner take a deeper look of the warriors profile as it tuned itself with the space marines armor systems. A scan revealed the warrior to be in deep comatose state, a suspended animation having taken control over the warriors biology as the wounds inflicted upon him had proven too grieve to be dealt with. Moving off the space marines hand clutching his chest, he found many bullet marks and a major hit from a heavier piece that had penetrated his armor. Data streamed in his visuals as the warriors armor leant more details about his state, eventually revealing that his secondary heart had been destroyed and the other rendered damaged to not be able to properly sustain the warriors life-functions. Hypothesis confirmed.
Ejecting a vial of advanced anesthetics from his narthecium, he pulled another vial from his belt and pressed it in, before opening a hatch in the wounded space marines torso plate in which he plunged the needle. The solutant spread around the space marines body slowly, but steadily, affirming chimes in his nartheciums auspex indicating that the solutant had stabilized the warriors condition for long enough that evac could come in. Shifting the space marines armors locator to an heavily encrypted emergency channel, Sebrat closed the hatch and rested on a knee for a moment. The situation had not been so dire as he had expected, but he was simply pleased that he wouldn't have to proceed with extracting yet another brothers gene-seeds. He blinked out from his thoughts as a sudden burst of data flowed accross his sights, rising to his feet and snatched a clip from the fallen warriors arsenal, loading his trusted bolt pistol. A pair of Dragon Lords had fallen just a mile away, their squad members holding in a position to keep the battle line firm. Turning only to meet the emotionless gaze of his Guard-kin, he raised his right fist and made a short pumping motion again. The life of an Apothecary is a constant war between life and death.
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Space Marines on the move once again! In anticipation of an hopefully coming up Deathwatch game, I created the teams trusted Apothecary; Sebrat of Ikhod, from the Space Marine chapter Dragon Lords.
The picture and story was inspired by the excellent song "To Hell and Back" by Sabaton, but moved to being formed by the hard kicking "Die-hard Warrior" by Battlebeast! I wish to get this colored sometime, so I could properly illustrate the explosions and trails of gunfire in the background.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy my take on these fabled warriors of the 41st Millenium. ~ This picture honestly was a blast to do and I am looking forward to making more!
Sebrat of Ikhod - Sylvio ©
To Hell and Back - Sabaton
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZNeastYxEc
Die-hard Warrior - Battlebeast
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p9oUUJ7Ussg
Landing hand on the ground hard, he grunted out and blinked, sense of gravity returning shortly to tell him that he was laying on his back. Minor aching around his body suggested of minor concussion bruises and the flashing icon at the top right of his eye told that no breaches were made to his armor. Checking the status of his Guard-kin and finding him advancing to his position, he rolled to his feet and took a quick look left and right to scan for immediate threats, before sprinting off to a run, following his previous coordinates. He thought himself lucky for having survived the artillery shelling without any injuries, the shock wave alone strong enough to have broken a lesser man.
But Sebrat of Ikhod was not a lesser man. He was a proud warrior of the Dragon Lords and he would complete his duty before the twists of fate would take his life.
Checking the small radar, he could see the blinking red icon of the target location closing in, along with the swiftly closing in green target that indicated his Guard-kins presence. Glancing to his right just to affirm this, he quickly jumped to an collapsed trench and moved on. Hemrok , his Guard-kin, was a silent and humorless warrior, but he had never found wanting when he had his back. Reliable, brave and lethal, he was a perfect candidate to serve as his Guard-kin, before he would take on the role of the company Apothecary. Sebrat was content with the thought to leave his position to him, though he hoped the warriors demeanor towards non-astartes would soften over time.
Continuing along the trench, he spent a fraction of a second to check on his ammunition situation. Only one clip with seven rounds remained and approximately one of those shots would clip or even miss its intended target. Sebrat had never been a warrior to take pride in his shooting skills, but then again that was not something that affected his superiors decision to trust him this duty. A duty that made him question his mortality constantly as the sound of closing death rang in his ears all the time.
His intended target only around one hundred meters away, he would have to scale over a large mound of dirt that had built up on a old wrecked Chimera APC, for he expected the sides to be trip-wired with explosives to ward off potential attackers.
"Hemrok"? He spoke out without really thinking about it, the routine etched into his mind through rigorious repeated training.
"Not dead yet." Came the reply, at which point Sebrat raised his right fist and made a quick pumping motion with it, immediately bursting to movement with Hemrok following close behind. Gun fire rattled around them both as Sebrat saw the fortified trench where he was supposed to go, taking mighty leaps to scale the terrain as quickly as possible. A bark of heavy gun fire caught his attention and he rose his combat shield out of reflex to shield his head and upper body. Sure enough, an instant later a heavy round impacted the shield but did not breach it, more rounds flying past him while some only scratched his armors surface with their passing.
Counting in micro seconds to determine the weapons rate of fire, he pulled his shield back the second he found a lapse in the fusilage and swiftly shot two rounds in the attackers direction, before exploding back to movement again.
"Enemy sighted at the left" - He barked into the helmets vox, lost in the moment when even just a whisper would do to alert his brother at arms.
"They're re-arming. Neutralizing and heading to target location". Soon after he could hear the bark of bolter as his Guard-kins lethal aim took a heavy toll on the enemys heavy gunner.
Eventually getting down to the trench, he looked around as men in dirty, deep-wine red coats, glanced at him for a moment, before returning to their tasks, most taking a watch over the trenches sides while others brought boxes of ammunition and explosives. Moving past them slightly crouched, he felt a slight sense of relief warm his insides as he heard the heavy "thump" of his Guard-kin landing into the trenches just behind him.
His intended target came into view soon. A space marine in deep dark red armor and bone colored trimmings laid on the ground, clutching his chest hard. "Brother?" was all he asked of him, but as no answer came, he let his helmets scanner take a deeper look of the warriors profile as it tuned itself with the space marines armor systems. A scan revealed the warrior to be in deep comatose state, a suspended animation having taken control over the warriors biology as the wounds inflicted upon him had proven too grieve to be dealt with. Moving off the space marines hand clutching his chest, he found many bullet marks and a major hit from a heavier piece that had penetrated his armor. Data streamed in his visuals as the warriors armor leant more details about his state, eventually revealing that his secondary heart had been destroyed and the other rendered damaged to not be able to properly sustain the warriors life-functions. Hypothesis confirmed.
Ejecting a vial of advanced anesthetics from his narthecium, he pulled another vial from his belt and pressed it in, before opening a hatch in the wounded space marines torso plate in which he plunged the needle. The solutant spread around the space marines body slowly, but steadily, affirming chimes in his nartheciums auspex indicating that the solutant had stabilized the warriors condition for long enough that evac could come in. Shifting the space marines armors locator to an heavily encrypted emergency channel, Sebrat closed the hatch and rested on a knee for a moment. The situation had not been so dire as he had expected, but he was simply pleased that he wouldn't have to proceed with extracting yet another brothers gene-seeds. He blinked out from his thoughts as a sudden burst of data flowed accross his sights, rising to his feet and snatched a clip from the fallen warriors arsenal, loading his trusted bolt pistol. A pair of Dragon Lords had fallen just a mile away, their squad members holding in a position to keep the battle line firm. Turning only to meet the emotionless gaze of his Guard-kin, he raised his right fist and made a short pumping motion again. The life of an Apothecary is a constant war between life and death.
_________________________________________________________________
Space Marines on the move once again! In anticipation of an hopefully coming up Deathwatch game, I created the teams trusted Apothecary; Sebrat of Ikhod, from the Space Marine chapter Dragon Lords.
The picture and story was inspired by the excellent song "To Hell and Back" by Sabaton, but moved to being formed by the hard kicking "Die-hard Warrior" by Battlebeast! I wish to get this colored sometime, so I could properly illustrate the explosions and trails of gunfire in the background.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy my take on these fabled warriors of the 41st Millenium. ~ This picture honestly was a blast to do and I am looking forward to making more!
Sebrat of Ikhod - Sylvio ©
To Hell and Back - Sabaton
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZNeastYxEc
Die-hard Warrior - Battlebeast
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p9oUUJ7Ussg
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