This story is an unofficial story based, without permission, on the Warhammer/Warhammer 40,000 intellectual property owned by Games Workshop Ltd.
The alarms inside the Thunderhawk were ringing loudly. Sparks began to shoot out from some of the wiring on the walls. Korde tried hard to fasten his seatbelt, while the others sat still. Everything inside the Thunderhawk was covered in red from the red lighting. Inside the cockpit, Syakotus and Gillis tried hard to battle for control. Once they'd passed the dark clouds the rain hit them hard across the windscreen, followed by the wind, which rattled throughout the Thunderhawk. Every time the craft would rock from side to side the Marines would feel their stomachs wrench.
The sides started splitting away from the joints with more smoke gushing throughout. Syakotus turned to Gillis.
"How many crash landings have you ever done?" he asked.
Gillis looked up at him, taking his eyes away from the windscreen.
"One...including this one," came his reply.
"Great," Syakotus said, choosing to look back at the distant land they were fastly approaching.
Gillis danced his crimson fingers across the control panel before him, trying hard to steer the Thunderhawk as it screeched through the sky at a terrific speed.
Syakotus looked on, glimpsing the trees that were coming into view. Looking on, he saw the ocean not too far from the tree tops.
"Try and get us in the ocean Gillis. We will stand a chance," he said above the loudly ringing alarms.
Grailin Lenthos, Gevedin and the two pilots, Jinn and Crispin, watched in horror as the Captain's Thunderhawk plummeted through the sky. Its front and under carriage turn red then yellow from the speed it raced at. Jinn and Crispin tried hard to keep up with it.
"Stick with them Jinn. Our Captain will need us," Grailin ordered.
Without warning, a green beam hit the tail end of their Thunderhawk, tossing them and the other Marines forwards.
"We've been hit," bellowed Jinn, who was now trying to keep control of their Thunderhawk.
Grailin watched the Captain's Thunderhawk head off towards the ocean below, and then plummet into the sea.
"I can land us near them by those trees," Jinn explained, pointing across towards the now visible tree tops.
Once the Thunderhawk slammed hard into the ocean the whole crew jerked forwards from the impact. Syakotus and Gillis looked up to see the thrashing water slam hard into the windscreen shattering the glass on impact. Without warning, they were both covered in water, with it flooding its way into the cockpit.
The nose of the Thunderhawk was under the water whilst the tail end, still ablaze, was stuck up in the air from the water. The alarms were ring louder with the flames spreading fast inside. Korde un-strapped himself and dived into the water filled cockpit.
"Captain grab my hand," he said, holding his crimson hand through the door way.
"Take Gillis first Sergeant."
Gillis sat back up, almost fully covered by the pouring water. Korde grabbed the pilot by the shoulders and pulled him from his seat, attempting to drag him into the seating area. Judson managed to plough through the water and started helping Korde drag the wounded pilot.
Syakotus un-strapped his seatbelt, rubbing his nose from slamming it into the console set before him.
In the back Horton leant across to Frieh, only to realise he was dead. He'd been crushed by his heavy bolter, which was also broken.
"Sarge...Frieh's dead," he yelled to the cockpit.
Sparks were dancing across the whole Thunderhawk, followed by flames, then the red lighting started to flicker on and off. Syakotus managed to pull himself from the cockpit, using his bionic arm to pull himself out.
"Horton, blow the hatch. We're getting out of here before she blows," he said, yelling over the constant bellowing alarms.
With a loud bang, the back of the Thunderhawk was flung up high into the air, letting in the rain from outside.
The first out of the Thunderhawk was Bealon, jumping into the thrashing waves that started to knock the Thunderhawk. Niven, Judson, Horton and Lebenzon all jumped out together, yet they were all slammed against the Thunderhawk's night blue side from the violence of the waves. Korde and Syakotus each took one of Gillis's arms then climbed up the tail end. The rain came down slamming into their ceramite hard. They jumped from the Thunderhawk into the thrashing of the waves, followed by Stanza. They were all in the thrashing of the water, trying hard to swim away from the Thunderhawk. Syakotus turned back to watch the tail fully sink below the surface of the ocean.
Jinn managed to use the trees for a soft landing. Trailing smoke, they crashed through the trees, knocking a good few over before their Thunderhawk came to a stop. They all fell forwards whilst Lenthos was flung through the windscreen, shattering the glass on his way out. Grailin and Gevedin cracked their heads on the back of Jinn and Crispin's seats. Crispin's head slammed into his console, whilst Jinn jerked forwards then backwards in his seat. Glass flung into his neck, forcing out a gush of blood. The Thunderhawk came to rest within the trees. Smoke filled up the cockpit with sparks flying off the ceiling.
On the bridge of the cloaked battle barge, drifting just above Proticou's atmosphere, five men stood watching the Necrons race after the Crimson Fists' Thunderhawks. The five stood in darkness, attired only in black sackcloth. Their whole features were hidden from their hoods, except that of their pale white chins. Clotuk turned to Krupeus.
"The chosen one might be killed. Should we intervene now?" he asked.
Krupeus looked at his reflection in the window.
"No. He will not be killed. If we intervene now the Necrons will discover us, and that will not help any of us."
Clotuk slowly walked up to Krupeus as if he were a ghost.
"The radical has fled, also to Proticou. The Orb must be taken from him," he whispered.
"The chosen one will find his way to the Orb. He is drawn to it," Krupeus replied in a whisper.
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