This story is an unofficial story based, without permission, on the Warhammer/Warhammer 40,000 intellectual property owned by Games Workshop Ltd.
Sergeant Redeka opened the ramp of the Thunderhawk, letting the fast falling rain and wind into the craft. The scouts all jumped off the back. Armed with their shotguns, they ran into the waving trees to take up a defensive position. Lukos and Schofield staggered out, nodding their heads. Redeka went through to the cockpit. Sparks danced in sizzling wisps across the consoles, with smoke coming from the cracked piping above them.
Grailin rose to his feet, flexing his jaw. Then, looking around, he noticed Jinn. The pilot was laid back in his seat with a large shard of glass embedded within his neck.
"He's dead," said Redeka, standing over him.
Gevedin rose to his feet, removing his helmet, revealing his new face wounds. Brushing his crimson hand through his short, blond Mohawk, he leant back.
"Squad Gevedin, disembark," he ordered, leaning from the cockpit. Then he began refitting his lightning claws.
Crispin switched the red light of the Thunderhawk off. The inside became quite dark. Grailin stepped down the ramp into the rain and constant gushing of the wind. He took a look around the waving trees, and then stepped away from the crimson and blue Thunderhawk.
"Redeka, check Lenthos. He was blown through the cockpit."
With that, Redeka went to the Thunderhawk's front nose. There he saw Lenthos picking himself up from the ground.
Gevedin jumped off the Thunderhawk and landed next to Grailin.
"We need to get to the Captain," Grailin said.
The wind thrashed into the trees, rocking them from side to side, whilst the rain danced of them. The soil which they stood in was somewhat squelchy. The wind became drowned out by the sound of fast approaching engine noises from within the woods. Jumping back on the Thunderhawk, Grailin took a power axe from the armoury.
Gevedin looked up, listening to the sounds of engine thrusters approaching them. To his shock he saw Necron destroyers.
"We have hostiles," he bellowed, whilst ducking into the trees.
Both Grailin and Crispin jumped from the Thunderhawk to witness the Necron destroyers fire their gauss cannons at them. Gauss blasts hit the side of the Thunderhawk, causing it to roll over on its side, thudding through the bushes and slamming hard on its side with a bang, landing in the sludgy soil.
"My men," yelled Gevedin from within the trees.
Seconds later Grailin and Crispin were blown into the air from the explosion of the Thunderhawk. Bursting into a ball of flames the fire threw itself into the trees and across the ground. Knocked from his feet, Grailin landed face down in the sludgy soil. Gevedin masked his face from the flames with his arms, once the Thunderhawk exploded, bursting its flames in his direction. Lenthos and Redeka became engulfed within the flames, yet Redeka managed to evade the worst of them, whilst being shot at by the Necron destroyers. Lenthos, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky.
The scouts ran as fast as they could back towards the Thunderhawk. Once the ball of flames were in their sight they all dropped down on one knee, aiming the shotguns upwards at the Necron destroyers, then fired upwards at them.
One of the Necrons looked down on them. Turning its gauss cannon to face them, it began firing.
Gevedin leaped up from the trees into the first of the three Necron destroyers, and ploughed his lightning claws into its chest. Grailin rose up, holding out his right hand, summoning his psyche. A bolt of lightning shot from his crimson fingers into the head of one of the Necron destroyers, forcing its head to explode. The remaining Necron destroyer turned at him, and then began firing its gauss cannon. Grailin used his left hand to throw his power axe upwards into the Necron's neck. The axe sliced clean through, then dropped to the ground. Redeka leant down besides the burnt corpse of Lenthos, saying a prayer to the Emperor. Grailin walked over to him, picking his power axe from the wet mud.
"Come, we cannot stay here," he said.
Gevedin leant back against one of the trees with Lukos at his side.
"I've lost my whole squad."
"Their thoughts are with us, Sergeant," Grailin said, looking up at the falling rain.
Syakotus was the first to reach the rocky edge of the land, pulling himself out from the thrashing sea. He switched his bionic eye to night vision to see through the grim sky lighting. The first thing he saw was hundreds of Necron foot soldiers heading his way, all were armed with Gauss guns.
Korde clambered out next to him, with his thunder hammer strapped to his back. He took hold of his combi-gun with both hands. Once they were all out of the water, Syakotus noticed a green light coming from a stone made tower in the distance.
'You have come, rescue me, rescue me from this hell, come.'
Syakotus looked back at Korde. "Tell me you heard that?" he asked.
Korde removed his dinted helmet and dropped it to the ground, revealing his veteran face. His hair was short and white, while the side of his face carried a section of scars down the left cheek.
"Yeah, I heard the sound of those damn beasts coming for us."
Syakotus looked away, hiding his disappointment.
"See that tower...we can hold them off there."
"After you, Captain," Korde said, gesturing his hand towards it.
"Follow the Captain and stick close together," Korde said, addressing the remainder of his squad.
Clotuk watched the Necron fleet fly into the atmosphere of Proticou, and then disappear into the clouds below.
"The chosen one will be killed by them if we do not intervene, Krupeus."
Krupeus stood silently still before the great window of the battle barge bridge, covered in a shroud of darkness hiding almost everything except that of his white mouth and chin.
"We have company," he said, whilst watching an entire fleet of Grey Knights drop out of warp.
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