The First Mission, part 1

This Story Takes Place In The Warhammer 40k Universe

As the sky darkened, fingers of pink and orange stretched up from where the sun was setting. The gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of fruit from the orchards to the south. The grass was thick and soft, and wildflowers provided spots of color here and there. Caffus hated it.

The entire planet was beautiful, and cloying, and nothing at all like home. Caffus’ nose and throat were itching without any smoke or oil in the air, and he felt chilly despite the warm evening. Worst of all was the horrible openness of it all. Back home, in Gunmetal City, Caffus had never seen the sky and never been outside of the cavernous steel walls that made up the enormous hive.

Caffus’ only comforts on this saints forsaken world were his guns. Their familiar weight was the only thing that kept him from falling up into that big open sky. Those six pistols were his pride and joy, and he’d built his life and reputation around them. He had purchased or scavenged each one and lovingly cleaned and restored them until they were fit for fighting, dueling, and killing. He knew each one, it’s strengths, weaknesses, and which situations they were best for. They were Caffus’ only friends, and the only ones he trusted completely. And a strange sensation in his gut told him that he’d need them tonight.