Ah, it feels good to spread my corruption to the fic section again For those that have read the full story of 'The Thumping Never Stopped' then I would like to apologize for the ending...which sucked...gonads. Anyway here is my new story, just a teaser so far but I want to see how people will like it. C+C is welcome.

Bolter fire erupted in the snow-swept steppes of the tundra. Chaplain Borealis hated every second of this battle. All around him he could see yellow power armoured warriors fighting and dying. On each of their shoulder pads was a black fist.
They were fighting on the edges of Imperial Space, battling beings that looked so similar to them. They wore the same armour, coloured orange, had the same weapons and fought with the same zeal. But they had their differences. These warriors had heads and skins of their enemies and carried mutations and diseases of their gods. They cried out their litanies of hate and shouted out blasphemous statements. They were the most dangerous of enemies to the Imperium. They were the warriors of Chaos.
And the Chaplain was in the thick of the battle. He swung his hammer left and right, crushing the armour of the enemy. He fired his plasma pistol into the helmet of another marine, his head coloured a singed black. The Chaplain then spotted a figure that strode across the cold battlefield like he was royalty. He was bigger than the rest; on his back was an archaic jet-back, in both hands a lightning claw.
Imperial Fists swarmed him. One by one his struck them down, infernal energies signalling their deaths. The Chaplain was enraged. He stepped up to meet his counter-part. They met eye-to-eye, weapons drawn. Everyone stopped to see how this would play out.

cool. now i want to see lots of blood and guts in this confrentation.