He was having a lot of trouble getting the stump to stop bleeding. Looking around and not seeing anyone left from his squad, seemed to be a sign that he wouldn't have to worry about bionics. Not that he'd mind a new leg, but the way things were going, he doubted the Hospitallers were going to get a chance to save his sorry butt.
To be frank, Keegan was a little surprised that he had made it this far.
Despite the impressive amount of firepower his position had been kicking out early on, eventually the bigger, more powerful weapons began to run out of rounds.
The enemy didn't seem to notice.
Soon no one had any ammo left and that's when the massacre began. Fighting hand to hand against tooth and claw, Keegan quickly understood why Mankind sought tools to help them dominate their environment with such relentless passion.
In an uncaring...no...the galaxy was anything but uncaring. It was inimical to man. In just a few minutes, Keegan understood just how hostile the galaxy could be and the only thing that could prevent Mankind's extinction was his determined resolve to either kill or be killed. There was no middle ground.
He remembered laughing out loud when he heard on the vox casts about a peace cult determined to marshal a flotilla of determined souls who professed a confidence in their ability to reason with those unfathomable minds from beyond our galaxy. Keegan could not imagine what sort of misguided ignorance could lead so many to a pursuit so oblivious to the nature of the reality Mankind found itself in.
The leaders of the cult even refused to take weapons for self defense as they felt that might convey a lack of trust or an impurity of intent in their negotiations. No, instead they had taken all manner of musical instruments, intending to broadcast their message of peace and love.
After they had launched themselves from port in the direction of the enemy, no one had ever heard from them again.
Keegan still shook his head at their...madness.
The galaxy only knows hate. The only message it respects is strength. Only if you are strong enough to drive your opponent to their knees and crush them will you earn a short respite. For in that brief period where you pause to catch your breath, the galaxy will look for a new way to strike at you, more determined than ever to slaughter you before the gaze of the uncaring stars.
Startled, Keegan abruptly returned to the here and now.
That spine curling chittering that the enemy used for communication sounded close. Keegan suspected that the smaller sub-forms were probably staying out of direct line of sight, unsure if he still had a workable weapon.
A knife and two ampoules of pain killer were all he had. He didn't have any food and couldn't remember the last time he had eaten. Considering how much blood he had lost, he was surprised that he was still conscious. Certainly, he could feel his heart laboring...
...and the fear. He began to feel fear.
Distracted, he looked around his hiding place. Why didn't they attack and get it over with? It's not like they suddenly ran out of bugs. Were they toying with him? That seemed to be too far beyond the realm of possibilities to even be considered. That would require a certain form of emotions, which they had never displayed before.
When the first drops began to fall, Keegan thought, perhaps the rain might mask his scent and maybe, just maybe he might have a chance of crawling out of here. Then he noticed that the rain was too sporadic and there weren't any clouds in the sky, just a pale orange fog.
It wasn't rain.
Stretching his neck up, Keegan stared into the face of death.
I intend to base him floating over some urban ruins and work a little bit of that into some of the upcoming bases for the Lictors and whatnots.
What else...? Oh, that's right, I've prepped the next batch of genestealers, so adding another twenty or so, getting me to sixty, which is a nice enough number, but it isn't one hundred. So two more batches of twenty to go.