The Redemption of Ossie Thid (reprint)

Part of my get organized kick has seen my going through my documents looking for stuff to revise and delete.  I came across this piece and really enjoyed reading it again.  I might have to expand this into a more traditional style story – right now it is pseudo diary style.

I know that some of you have read it, but it was probably a long time ago.  I hope you enjoy the rereading as much as I have.

This is a story set on a “hive world” in the Warhammer 40,000 universe though I like to think that, at least for this story, the setting is largely irrelevant.  Basically that universe is a grimdark (one word) place ruled by a nightmarish theocracy in worship of “The Emperor” in the most brutal regime imaginable.  And those are the good guys.  A hive world is a city that has been built upon over thousands of years and is typically governed by mega-corporations.  Go to to learn more about his awesome universe.

The Redemptionists Crusade is a particularly fanatical sect of the Cult of the Emperor.

So, without further ado, please enjoy this “reprint” of an old story I wrote.



40k Saint burning heretics

Burn the heretic!


“The Redemption of Ossie Thid”

Excerpts from the private journal of Ocenote Thid.


Things is going good for old Ossie if I say so myself. I met a girl at the manufactorum dance. She’s called Magidale and she’s as pretty as a new credit. The foreman said I do good work.


Maggie and me went uphive today. It was nice up there but Maggie made me get a shave. I bought a new hat for Maggie. She sure does like her hats.


I was walking home today after another double-shift. I am tuckered but I need the creds. Maggie wants to go uphive again next day off. I saw a guy standing on a corner preaching. He had on a mask but I could see his eyes. Reminded me of a crazy shitrat that used to live at my ma’s hab. I crossed to the other side so I wouldn’t get too close.


More double-shifts. It’s been a long week and I ain’t been able to write much. Some people was throwing stuff at that preacher man but he kept on preaching like he was in the Crystal Cathedral. I was too tired to cross the street but I didn’t throw nuthing at him.


Maggie and me went uphive again. I bought her a new hat. This one had synth-stones and a bunch of silkstuff and lace. The lace was real.  It was real expensive too. As I was paying all I could think was that it took 4 double-shifts to pay for it and how I was real tired. Maggie was happy though and gave me a bounce when we got back to my hab and that was real nice. I ain’t gonna say more about it cause I am a gentleman. Her body was real nice though. She didn’t have too many scars and she was real clean. I guess that is why she always smells so good.


Preacherman was there again today. There was some people standing around listening to him. He was yelling about fornication and looked right at me like he knew. I just smiled and walked on by. I even tossed a cred in his box. He should use it to buy a fungirl. Maybe he wouldn’t be so crazy if he got a bit of bounce.


More double-shifts. The foreman got hurt today on the line. The press caught his arm and ripped it right off. There was a lot of blood and they had to stop the line for an hour while the cleanup crew cleaned up. They docked the whole floor’s pay.


Preacherman looked at me when I walked past. He stopped yelling but he still had spit on the bottom of his mask. I think he wanted me to give him another cred like the other day. I didn’t and he started yelling again. I’m working a split-double so gotta go back soon. I’m meetin’ with the boss.


I am the new foreman. The boss called me into his office after the split-double and says “Ossie, you been here a long time. You do good work. We’re making you foreman.” You can bet my arm won’t get ripped off. Maggie was so happy she gave me a bounce without me even having to buy her a new hat. It’s more creds being foreman but more work too.


The manufactorum was sold today. Everyone is worried about their jobs but the new bosses said that they are leaving the “inferastructure” or something like that and that means we are gonna keep our jobs. Preacherman was carrying on about some kinda judgment from the Emperor that was coming soon. Maybe I oughtta make Maggie my wife so it’ll be okay to fornicate.


All shifts were cut in half today while the new bosses looked at the manufactorum. I guess they didn’t want anyone to ask them questions so they just sent us all home. Maggie and me decided to go uphive. I bought her a new hat. I asked her to marry me and she said yes. We had a bounce.


I got to work this morning and there was a thick chain over the doors and a sign that said “Go home”. They ain’t never closed for a whole day before. We are going to fall behind in our production. There was a bunch of people around Preacherman. He was getting into it and his box was almost full. I tossed a cred in myself. Hopefully everything’ll be okay with my job.


The chains are still there. Me and a couple of the guys went to the bar and I had to buy the drinks cause I am the foreman. I ain’t seen Maggie in a couple of days. She says she is getting ready for the wedding. I drank too much and spent too many creds. The manufactorum better open soon.


The manufactorum opened today. I went in and everything is different. There are new machines. Now we are making textiles. I only know how to press plasteel. They said don’t worry though because all the workers are getting trained tomorrow. Preacherman was on his corner again but now that the manufactorum opened again there weren’t many people listening. This made him mad. He said that too many folk only look for the Emperor when things is bad. I was gonna give him a cred but I am flat until payday.


I went to work today and they canned me because I didn’t know anything about textiles. I said they said they was gonna train us.  They said they was gonna train the workers but since I am a foreman I needed to know about them. I said I’d take my old job back on the floor but they said no. Maggie didn’t answer her door when I went by there.


I can’t find a job. I even started looking a little downhive. I sold some things to buy some food. I had a few creds left over and bought Maggie a nice hat downhive but she still didn’t answer her door so I left it there.


The hablords found out that I ain’t got work and they threw me out. They said that this hab’s for workers only. Preacherman was preaching again and since I didn’t have nuthing else to do I listened to him for a while. He said that the Judgement Day is coming. You can tell by how he says it that it should have a big J and a big D. He said fornicators are going to get it bad. As are mutants and witches.  Maybe my Judgement Day done came and went. I found a flophab to stay at for a couple of days.


The Emperor is always watching. That’s what Preacherman said today. I was so mad that I flipped the sign into the sky so He could watch that. Preacherman stopped talking when I did that. He just stared at me until I left. I don’t need him or the Emperor anyway.


Someone broke into my flop while I was looking for work. They took everything. Even my clothes. I have the few creds that were in my pockets and the clothes on my back. I ain’t seen Preacherman for a few days. I wonder where he went.


I spent the last creds I had on the flop but it wasn’t enough.  They made me pay for the locks that those robbers broke. Like it was my fault all my stuff got stole. Preacherman was back. I listened to him for a while and he was talking about how the bad people had taken over this hive and at Judgement Day only the righteous would be lifted up while the hive burned and the sinners burned. That would be nice to see.


I was real hungry today. I spent a couple of hours watching Preacherman. A lot of what he says makes sense. He said that the hard workers can’t get jobs because they want an honest pay but the uphivers that own the company’s don’t wanna pay good money when they can get mutants and unbelievers to do it for less money. That makes more profits. It’s the economics of corruption he said. I asked a couple of questions and he said that I looked to be healthy and pure.  He made me take off my shirt and looked closely at my skin. He said corruption always leaves its mark and it’s the duty of the righteous to keep up the guard. I reminded him that I gave him a couple of creds a while back and could I maybe get some of them back on account of being righteous and all and cause I was so hungry. I thought he’d be mad but he just reached into the box and gave me a couple.


Preacherman was back on his favorite sermon. Fornicating. I started thinking about it and that was when all my troubles started.  That damn harlot Maggie did this to me. Were it not for her feminine wiles I’d still have me a job at the manufactorum. I didn’t want to be a foreman anyway, she said that I should be on account of how hard I work. After he was done I went over to him and before I said a word he just reached into his box and got out enough to buy me lunch. He said that he was hungry too and do I want to get some food together.

It was strange to see that he had to eat too. I guess I never really thought of him as a person. He didn’t take his mask off though, even when we ate.

I told him everything. I told him about the manufactorum and Maggie and the hats. And the fornicating. I told him every detail so that maybe he could pray to the Emperor for me to lift my burden of sin and help me get a job. He licked his lips when I talked about the fornicating and I thought he was going to leave me but he didn’t. He asked more questions about Maggie and her body.

He wondered if she had the marks of corruption. I said I didn’t think so but then he said how would I know the marks if I saw them? My eyes were closed to sin back then. He said he’d have to see her for himself. Tomorrow we are going to Maggie’s hab after her shift to inspect her.


Preacherman gave me a mask of my own. It is made of leather and has an opening for the mouth, like his. He said that we had to cover our faces from sin so that it couldn’t find us when it came a-calling.

We went to her hab earlier than I thought we would. I said that she wouldn’t be there because she was working and he said he wanted to check it out first to make sure that we weren’t entering the den of our enemies unprepared. The hablord let Preacherman in without a word and said that he was happy to do his part for crusade. He also gave both me and the preacher a couple of creds to help with our good work.

It made me feel good when he said our. It was almost like I was a preacher too. And Preacherman, he didn’t say nuthing about it.

Anyways, her apartment was nice and clean like it always was and it smelt like her. I felt bad for being there but Preacherman told me that it always hurt to cut out a cancerous tumor but it had to be done to save the body. He’s always talking about stuff like that so I think maybe he was a doctor before he was redeemed. Anyways, it still makes me sweat to think about it.

Sorry I keep wandering around writing today. My hands ain’t even stopped shaking. I found all of the hats that I had given her. They were in boxes in a closet along with about a hundred more I didn’t give her.  I got so mad thinking that each of those hats was probably another fellow that she fornicated.

Preacherman said that she was like the Whore of Abylonica whose licentiousness led to the Abylonican Schism as told by St. Martus the Chaste. Preacherman told me that and I like the word licentiousness. It sounds a whole lot more uphive. So I took all the hats and laid them out on the floor of her bedroom.

I was so mad that I didn’t even want to leave and come back so we hid. When Maggie came home Preacherman closed the door behind her and I dragged her into the bedroom.

That house of sin, carpeted with the hats.

I don’t want to write what happened next because I am still a gentleman and I think I still loved her even though she was corrupted (Preacherman found the marks). He said that she could be purified with fire so her soul could join the Emperor in the afterlife.

I wanted that very much. Maybe she could love me in the afterlife and we could be together. I think that the Emperor has been watching what she was doing because all of those hats burned up fast and hot. Even Preacherman was surprised at how quickly they caught fire.

She screamed for longer than I woulda thought a person could.

Anyways, originally this was gonna be the last entry in this journal since when you are redeemed you are a new person and should have new thoughts but Preacherman said I should keep it because lots of the Saints kept journals documenting their good deeds. He said that I may even be a saint someday now that I have been redeemed.


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