ZOMG a Dawn of war oneshot. Or is it? o.o

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Brother-captain Indrick Boreale, clad in his golden armor suit with skulls embedded on the shoulder plates and on his torso, ran out from his tent and into the open fire. Screams of pain and battle phrases entered his ears, and his eyes scanned the charred land before him, littered with the wounded and dead bodies of his soldiers and the Sisters of battle. Suddenly, a wave of nausea washed over him- along with anger and confusion. There were no other race around, and he could see his sisters and army in fierce battle with each other. Obviously this had nothing to do with flirting or indignant reactions after a rude fart joke.

Swords met, guns fired. All around him, his soldiers fell, one by one, against the invading armies of their enemy. They were taken by surprise alright- who knew that their ally, the zealous Sisters of battle, would one day turn against them? He was angry, betrayed, and ready to fight back- but his armies weren't prepared. They were falling, dying, all around him, in a vain attempt to hold back their attackers.

He drew his sword, a massive chainsaw blessed by the Emperor's wrath, and sliced through a seraphim squad member who tried to get in his way. He muttered a quick prayer of forgiveness to the Emperor, since he did slay his sister. But how about the numerous deaths the females have caused? Were they really doing this for the emperor, since they claimed that the whole Space Marine squadron was tainted, or was there a different, darker reason? His mind whirled with questions, and he chose to ignore them all so he could concentrate on reaching the Canoness- to talk or attack, he didn't know- for the sake of his army.

There was an explosion to his right, throwing him off course to a wall. He gave an injured grunt, hearing a bone crack in his rib cage, and moaned- he couldn't afford getting hurt and using his energy. But with the chaos going all around him, he knew it was impossible.

He forced himself to stand- and in success of doing so; he cast a look around him. The Space marines were holding nothing back; they fought with fury, even defeating a few squads or so, and he was proud of them. He had always taught them to fight till the end, for the war is only over when the last soldier falls. They still had a chance. If he could just reach the communications array building, they could send for reinforcements. His broken rib, though painful, was to be ignored for the moment. In the distance, he could already see his target- she was fighting, turning and twisting the sword she had in her hand into her enemies' guts, watching them fall one by one. Her movements were certain, quick; she had no regrets in putting down her brothers. He needed to show the same vigor if they were to win this. Pulling himself together, he started at a run towards the female, his sword ready at his side.

Selena...beautiful, enchanting and vicious Selena. Even in war, one could not help but admire the ferocious canoness, especially if one had already taken her to a liking. That was his problem right then- he had feelings for her, after all. Besides that, she seemed to like him too. So why this sudden betrayal? Hadn't he proved to be faithful to the Emperor, to her? Or was she interested in someone else, perhaps General Vance Stubbs of the Imperial guard, their brothers? Have they been attacked too? If only all this would stop, even just for a moment, so he could understand why.

Why?

"Selena!" he cried, easily parrying off the incoming melee attack. Upon seeing him, her eyes softened, and her grip around her weapon turned slack. "B-boreale?"

But before he could recover from the excitement drugging his system, her stand grew stiff once more, and she regained her footage. She swung her blade, pushing his out of his grip, and he fell back with a loud thump. He groaned as his already broken rib threatened to pierce his side, staring up at the woman he had admired for so long with hatred and loss. She returned his gaze, her eyes set on killing him, yet he saw no anger or regret. All there was a look of being betrayed. That only confused him more. "Selena?"

"Brother Indrick, I pronounce you a traitor." She said, in her high, musical voice. "And it is our duty to purge the tainted."

"A traitor?" He cried out, indignant. "Watch your mouth, woman. We have not done anything wrong or blasphemous to the Imperium! Whereas you-" he cocked his head to the battle going on around them, "You draw your sword against your brothers!"

Tears filled her eyes, and she threw her sword angrily to the side. "The Confessor had advised me to put you down." she said between sobs. "It is the word of the Emperor, Boreale. I must follow. I must heed his advice. Despite everything...I must do it."

He pushed himself from the floor, then grabbing her shoulders to stabilize her...and probably even himself. "Selena, that's a lie. What have we done against the Emperor? Surely the Confessor was framing us!" he told her, weakly, unconvincingly. She shook her head in reply. "Boreale, I would have known. Don't blame the Confessor. It is the Emperor's will; you know very well how unpredictable he is."

He cast his eyes down, beaten. There was no changing her mind. She, who had sworn to follow the God-emperor's every command, would never turn back on her mission. And he was a warrior who stood for Justice. He would not be defeated so easily. He pushed himself away from her, then picked up both their swords. He wanted a fair fight; it would lessen his loss of dignity and pride. Perhaps he would even have a chance. The fate of his army depended on him. He should win this. With that in mind, he tossed his opponent's sword back, then positioned himself into a fighting stance, with his weapon in his right, and his left clutched at his wounded side. Having understood, Selena readied herself, her eyes now in serious conviction, although tears still shimmered in them. Indrick shook his head, as if to say, "No, there shouldn't be any tears in war." He had always told her that when she was a kid.

Is this really the end?

She launched, swinging her blade down his front, and he blocked it immediately. It took him some effort to force her back, and once she did, he sidestepped to the left, turned, then jabbed his elbow down her side. She staggered to the opposite side, grunting. He never had the intention of hurting her. He would only resolute to killing if need be. All he needed was to divert her attention away, then keep her to the ground before she could fight back. In fact it might be even better if he could get her to lose consciousness; then after he could help his brothers to win the battle. He had to minimize the deaths of his Space marines, for pity of their lives and his own.

She attacked again, this time bringing her blade down in a tilted position, almost hitting the desired target- his shoulder. He leaned back just in time, watched her to lag a moment, then aimed a kick on her stomach. She was knocked down, heaved, then pushed herself upright once more. This could take longer than expected. Selena did not enjoy being defeated in combat.

But there wasn't time. He could hear the shouts of his troops, claiming to surrender and losing their morale to fight back. Some were retreating already. Stretching his neck, he turned his head to his armies and hollered, "No turning back! Fight, my men! For the Emperor!"

"That's right, general. No turning back on your foes."

There was a sickening sound of metal sinking through flesh, and suddenly all Indrick could see was red. Red spots flashing before his eyes, the corners of his sight going red too, and when he touched his stomach and brought his hands to see, he could see the red liquid sliding between his fingers. There was a high, shrill sound ringing in his ears, then silence. His whole body started to tremble, and slowly the blade was withdrawn from him. He coughed, spitting blood, before dropping to his knees. He risked a look behind him. "W-why?"

She chose not to answer him. It was useless anyway. He already knew. "Goodbye, Brother." She whispered, staring down at him, her pearl-white armor stained with blood. His blood. "May the Emperor show mercy to you, and forgive your sins."

His mouth moved to start a reply, but instead, blood flowed out. He turned his gaze back to the floor before him. How he longed to just lie down and rest. He was tired. He wanted to sleep. But his troops needed him, and he could not give up on them. Even if he had given up on himself.

"Fight my brothers, and even if we should fall
the Emperor shall guide us, spirit and all
and we shall fight again, from the sands we shall rise
to bring justice and vengeance for our own demise!"

His words, precise and well-said, which were quoted from a famous battle song, ended in a shout, ringing through the lands so every one of his soldiers would hear. As intended, his men stared at him, then at the Canoness. Rage and worry fought in their eyes, and as he gave a curt nod, the leader of a squad shouted for him: "This battle is not over until the last soldier drops his weapon!" And with that, they regained their fighting spirit, and continued on. Indrick managed to smile at them. Perhaps, if they would lose, they'd become soldiers in the heavens and continue serving the Emperor. How wonderful that would be.

"Selena," he wheezed, looking behind him and glaring at her. "This is not over. I will never forget this betrayal!"

She staggered back, and for a moment he could see remorse and worry and self-hatred mingle in her eyes, in her tears. "B-Boreale, I-"

But it was too late. The Captain had already closed his eyes. His breathing was slowing to cease. But he was still in that position, on his knees, holding his wound in one arm and his sword in the other. If it weren't for the blood, it would look as if he was praying. Slowly, she made her way to him, and laid her hands on his cheeks. They were still a bit warm, but not for long. There was nothing she could do for him. He'd lost so much blood.

"Indrick-" she swallowed, having it her first time calling him by his first name. "R-rest now. It's over. Just...go to sleep. You don't deserve this, no one who serves the emperor does. You shall be spared an agonizing end. So let go."

He managed to open his eyes into slits, and she was surprised at seeing his smile. "Selena, you never learn, do you? I'm not concerned about the emperor. In fact, I'm ready now. I'm not afraid of dying. I'm afraid of..." he coughed again, soaking her armor with a little more of his blood. She didn't flinch, but instead, she held his shoulders. "...of not exactly telling you how I feel."

She stared at him incredulously. "You're hurt, confused, and defeated. I'm not really wondering how it feels."

"It's not that, my naïveté'." He grinned at her. "Moron. I love you so much."

Then his head lolled to the side, and he was gone.

"Indrick, you don't really think I'd fall for that, Indrick!" she cried, gathering him into her arms. "You're the moron, just telling me that right now! How stupid! How valiant! How incredibly like you!"

But tears did not help him at all. In fact, she had been holding him for so long, that she did not realize that time had passed. By the time she had regained control of herself, only a few of her squads were left, and the Space marines had fallen. They had won the battle. But at what cost? She laid him on his back, and for a moment she observed his features. His face was a picture of serenity despite the blood. Perhaps it was better to end this way. He deserved to die with a smile. She, although alive, couldn't bring herself to. Gently, somewhat reluctantly even, she bent down and laid a soft kiss on her lover's cold lips. Why couldn't she just die with him?

"Mistress, the battle is won. We've defeated the Space marines for the Emperor." Said one of her commanders, staring sadly at her and the Brother-captain. "Let's go home now."

Selena nodded, bowing her head. She forced herself to her feet, taking one last look at her surroundings and at Indrick. "Does it really matter now?" she whispered, more to herself, as she and the survivors of the war made their way back to the ship they came from. She needed to go home now and get some rest before their next battle. The Kaurava system was not yet fully pacified of the tainted, the heretic, and the mutants. In the name of the Emperor, they'd have to fight them all.

But does it really matter anymore?

end.

[TiniWini]

Wow.. What huge wall of text that was.. XD

It's.. .. .. .. WOW.. XD I'm speechless, really..




Ang galing kasi eh.. XD

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Really? You think so? D: I am so happy! *glomps* Now I can post it on FFnet. x3