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Old 02-20-2019, 03:39 AM
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Chapter Two: Attack of Opportunity

Chapter 2 Intro: Attack of OpportunityThe dropship hatch gradually pulled back to reveal the ramp already extended to the cargo bay below where a few dozen aides, servitors, laborers, and technomats were busy arranging new crates of supplies and materials offloaded from the previous dropship. A few slaves, identifiable by their iron neck collars, swept the decks from the passage of a previous delivery of troops. The horde of soldiers poured down the ramp, rushing forward to the wide hallway leading to the barrack decks and mess halls. Squad E-47 made their way to the left, towards a corridor leading to the lifts to deck eight. Behind them, eight soldiers in well-maintained carapace armor emerged from the ship, headed the same direction. Their helmets hung at their belts, the familiar faces of E-57 chatting back and forth as they crossed the cargo bay. They carried a variety of special weaponry, including two flamers and a grenade launcher alongside their hellguns.

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As the group exited the cargo bay and entered the hall, a crescent of blue-green shone through the port-side viewport. An oval of black in the star-spotted void formed most of the visible side of Palace II, shrouded in night. Two sets of blinking lights could be seen against the oval—the final two dropships returning to the Suffering Disciple.

The marine in black slowed, then came to a halt, his helmet facing out the viewport. He pointed. Tracing his finger, the others identified another, smaller dark oval. As their eyes adjusted to the dim light of the void, the oval seemed to change shape, elongating and distorting. The blinking lights of the further dropship winked out.

A rumbling vibration echoed through the hull of the Suffering Disciple, accompanied by the squealing creak of metal. In the darkness outside the viewport, the distorted shape materialized into something sharper, more distinct—a semicircle of pale grey, curved and narrow, oriented vertically to them. Barbed hooks, like an enginseer’s tines, sprouted from the sides of the vessel, oriented forward, giving it an eerie, tortured shape. More sets of lights appeared near the closer dropship. The Astartes felt another rumble echo through their boots.

Noise filled the cargo bay as reports came in. Screams and shouted orders could be heard over vox channels as claxons sounded and the vessel moved to battle alert. The troops offloading from the dropship picked up pace, strapping helmets on as they moved, yelling and the march of booted feet trampling any other discernable sound.

A flash of light from just outside the viewport filled the marines’ vision, followed by an immediate, ear-splitting crash which shook them on their feet. Seconds later, a deafening, metallic shriek pierced their ears, and the metal of the bulkhead to the left of the viewport was torn open. A blast of heat washed over them, along with a plume of smoke and a horrible stench. A thin shape leapt from the hole in the bulkhead and a small, flashing orb flew towards the squad.
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Flight BackIgnoring those around him, he slowly opened his emergency survival gear and pulled out the large tube of gray paste. Filling in the gashes and scraps slowly, he smoothed it with the large plastic piece that was included. Watching it slowly hardened, he sighed and deactivated his leg armor. Setting the pieces next to him, he looked down at the bionics. A bit of tubing was leaking oil and it looked like one of the servos had broken. Grabbing the tape roll, he did what he could. Closing it back up didn't make it feel better but the low pressure light finally blinked off in his helmet. Looking over the trooper next to him staring widely around him, he shook his head. The man needed something and at the moment he had nothing to give. He would give him a purpose if he survived the next week. At least he seemed unharmed.


Striding across the hanger, he felt rather than noticed the guardsmen falling in behind him. It was simply another friendly or at least non hostile to keep track off. Than he noticed the other one raising his arm and it clicked as the machine analyzed the shifting light pattern approaching the ship.

Opening a general mic, "Guardsmen, with me. Stay close as we are under attack. Pugarr I await your orders. "

As the group hurried off, he slowly started to pull up the limited maps he had gotten. Dropping the data stream over to Pugarr, he thunked along. Suddenly the corridor in front of him was filled with debris and they were under attack. Pure instinct and muscle memory came alive as his hands unclamped the magnetic bolts. With a shift click, he dropped a fat round into the chamber and the targeting sensor came alive. Time seemed to stretch and slow as the red reticle slowly pulled its way up his vision. He knew the orb was the threat, not the man. His brain was already calculating its flight pattern and the arc it was moving through. Dropping a targeting marker on its path, he willed his hands to rise. He needed to eliminate it. Finally the reticle just about hovered over the it and the gun kicked in his hands. However he grimaced in horror as the bolt seemed to slowly soar under it and slam into a metal bulkhead. However his grimace soon turned to a half smile as the guardsmen reacted efficiently as well. Bright red bolts flew past him and slammed into the figure twisting ahead of him.
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PugarrPugarr's eyes narrowed at the sight of the approaching vessel. He had no idea what type of ship this was, or what manner of Xenos- or human, even- had crafted it. Another sign of his lack of information about this age- Pugarr had been trying to close the gap between what he knew, and the current state of the universe. Yet information was closely guarded at best, and simply absent at worst.

The sudden impact and breach in the bulkhead forced the marine to set his ruminations aside, bringing him back in the here and now. Snarling, he grabbed the pistol at his side, looking left and right at his companions. 'Gun down that orb first,' he barked, coming to the same conclusion as Da'Kuan. 'A man is easily felled, but that thing- we don't know it, and I do not anticipate the chance to learn about it up close with any sort of enthusiasm.'

Taking a moment to aim, Pugarr squeezed the trigger of his pistol- and grimaced as the shot went wide. To his surprise, he noticed that while Da'Kuan missed as well, his pet's shot actually connected. He eagerly watched the orb, hoping to see what the effect on the device would be.


[spoilerbutton="actions"]- Free actions; Ready Legion bolt pistol and power sword
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BoardedBolter and bolt pistol barked out in unison, but the shots impacted on the bulkhead near the twisted figure as the blue orb sailed towards them. Pugarr caught a brief glimpse of red bolts of light connecting with the twisted figure before his vision was engulfed by a bright, blue flash, rocking him on his feet. A vibrating rumble shivered through his combat boots and echoed in his head as the flash died. Da'Kuan, too, felt the concussive blow of the projectile, but he was able to hear the guardsman beside him scream. Ahead, the thin, armor-clad humanoid was joined by half a dozen others from the breach, all toting oblong, bone-colored devices. The first of the group had already raised its strange mechanism, and as the others joined it, a glittering stream flashed between the interlopers and E-47.
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PugarrReeling from the attack, Pugarr snarled in anger at the fragile looking boarders. 'Enough,' he barked, exchanging his pistol for his chainsword, while still clutching the power sword in his other hand. With heavy footfalls, he ran down the hangar bay, First attack; 53 (three degrees of success)
Damage: 10

Second attack (furious assault); 5 (eight degrees of success)
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his power sword ready to taste the blood of these arrogant pirates...

Stepping out of the blast, the Xenos pirates turned to see the black-and-gold armoured marine approaching, faster than anything in power armour had any right to be. Surprised, the closest of them could only stare in confusion as Pugarr raised his blade, crackling with red lightning, and brought it down on his victim in one fell arc. There was no intricate dance of blades, no game of feints and parries- the blade simply fell, connecting with the pirate's armor. Then it broke the armor. Then it tore through whatever passed for the creature's insides, before coming out the other side, bisecting the defenseless victim. All this was accompanied only by the pirate's agonized scream, and Pugarr's silent contempt.

The other Xenos, witnessing their companion's grisly fate, snapped out of their confusion. Pugarr's blade savagely described a wide, horizontal arc, forcing each of the raiders back to avoid suffering their colleague's fate. Pugarr scoffed at them for their disappointingly predictable maneuver, and followed through with an overhead slash at one of the Xenos. His intended target brought up its weapon in a feeble attempt to ward off the attack- a moment later it simply stood there, looking at the two halves of a weapon in each hand. Snarling, Pugarr drew back his blade and, with contemptuous ease, drove it through the Xenos's abdomen. Pausing a moment to relish his kill, the marine then swung his chainsword in a wide overhead arc, bringing it down on the xenos's neck, its dying screams a beautiful symphony as the weapon's teeth bit through armor, flesh and bone alike.

Standing victorious over two corpses, Pugarr could feel the frustration of traversing a toxic planet slide off his shoulders. He looked up, seeing the other Xenos stare back at him. Then, after taking several steps away from the blood-soaked warrior, they fled to whatever safety they erronously believed they could find...



 
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Da'Kuan felt the thunk as the pressure wave washed over him, but his soles automatically clicked on locking him to the floor. Before he could even summon the command, his visor darkened completely to avoid the sudden flash before slowly fading back to its normal tint. Behind him he heard the howling of a human in pain and he knew the Fedair had caught the worst of the blast. As felt the stinging pain of something razor sharp slicing through his armor, the scream turned into a bubbling gurgle that ended quickly. He offered a quick prayer in his mind as he dismissed the damage warning. However the weapons while lethally sharp, hardly stopped him as he started to stride forward. His mind enhanced beyond a humans already retained the enemy and their position. His mental enhancements made him a step above most astartes and he was still tracking their direction and position. As he confirmed their locations, he saw the flash and sparking afterglow as Pugarr rushed by him. Activating a shader, the dull blue crackle disappeared as it was absorbed leaving him free to aim. Pugarr was a competent swordsmen and deftly sliced about one of the treacherous things leaving it in pieces on the floor. Well another second ticked by, he finally finished squeezing the trigger and the gun RAAARRK WHOOSH POP!, RAAARRK WHOOSH POP!, RAAARRK WHOOSH POP! as bolts blew apart another one of the attackers. As he continued to stitch the remaining bolt rounds onto another target, the computer portion of him was rapidly running the profile against the targets down the hall. Finally dinged a moderate percentage hit back to him and called up a summary. Taking a glance at the Xenos name, he cast it aside with a glance. His people were familiar with the figures ahead and had enough experience fighting them already to glean information from. Dropping a private comm channel to everyone, "Possible eldar invaders. Watch for high energy weaponry and psychic tricks. "

Closing the comm link as quickly as possible, he patched himself into a command stream for the hanger. Dropping an alert and ping on their location, "Possible Xenos borders, corridor 8-HB approach. Squad E-47 Engaging, no causalities. Light wounds, moderate threat. Contact lost with Squad E-57." shutting it before the babble of voices overwhelmed the line, he concentrated on the fight at hand.
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Repelling BoardersAs the blast from the small orb washed over the squad, the marine in black stepped back, then fell, streams of minuscule blades ricocheting off his armor. At the same time, Pugarr launched himself through the explosion, diving into combat with his blade sparking and crackling. Morgar and the Slaaneshi marine moved up behind him while Da'Kuan eliminated two of the interlopers with accurate bolter fire. The crimson marine dropped to one knee, guarding his fallen comrade as the blackened corpse of the former Private Fedair sizzled on the deck nearby.

"Combat stations. All units, combat stations." The same, automated voice they had heard two days before repeated over the ship-wide vox, echoing down the hallway through the bolterfire. As before, it was interrupted, this time by a different voice--soft, unfamiliar, but under control:

"Vessel under assault! Multiple points of attack! Boarding parties have landed on decks 7, 9, 10, and 12." Notably absent was deck six, the team's current position, implying that this small attack and others like it might have gone unnoticed or unreported. "Enemy assault craft have cloaking technology!" A crash interrupted the channel, accompanied by garbled orders, after which the voice returned, now stress-laden and hurried:

"All troops are ordered to engage and repel boarders! Bridge under assault by xenos psykers, all units move to defend deck 12!" More shouting and garbled communication could be heard as the two remaining xenos carefully split from Pugarr's buzzing blade. One moved down the hall back towards the hangar only to be incinerated by a cone of flame and a keening volley of hellgun blasts. The other ducked back into the breach. The vox-voice came back more clearly as the intruders fled:

"Belay previous order! All anti-vehicle squads to deploy to engines! All other squads to defend the bridge or engines, whichever is closer! I repeat--"

Her final words were cut off by a now-familiar whistling sound as sprays of silver shot from the hole in the bulkhead into Pugarr's hulking form.
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As the massive rounds explode launching gore and blood throughout the corridor, Da'Kuan smiles as the last survivor tries to disengage from the others. He knew their blood sense was up and unless they had one of their war walkers in their, this fight was over. They needed directions and aid and he was the one to supply it again. Moving to the the wall cables snake out from his ax and attach to one of the panels. Screws are quickly extracted and the door swings open. the skull unhooks itself at a silent command and floats over his shoulder. A burst of static flew between them as they communicate quickly before red light starts blinking. Cables extend again from his skull and his weapon again intermingling plugging into ports. A series of protocol breeches and firewalls immediately start to attack him from the data stream. Code after code flows from him breaching around weakened firewall, faulty access commands, and expired passwords. The few he could not evade he encased in lines of infinite sequences and left them to die. He frowned as he was easily able to breech into the ship systems. He wasn't particularly skilled at this task, but either this ship was extremely lax in its protocols after years of shoddy maintenance sequences or it was extremely damaged. Pulling up the schematics, he downloads the data before installing a remote projection sequence to his helmet as he moved around the ship.

Cables withdrawing back into their housing, he opens a comm link to the others, "Finish the survivor and let us move on. If there are xenos psykers assaulting the bridge, you will get a fight you are spoiling for. Their best warriors will be there and their psykers are among the best blade masters of their race.

Someone gather Squad E-57 and let us move. I have directions downloaded and am beaming a map into your helmets. "


Dropping the map into everyone's helmet in case they get separated, he starts to direct them in the shortest route avoiding the lifts.

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CommunionDa'Kuan's access of the Suffering Disciple's internal cogitator array was quick and brutal. He learned that while the arrays operating the various individual compartments and sectors of the ship were largely cordoned off from each other, the direct links between them were poorly-guarded. A double-encryption protected each array from the next, but the encryption process was the same for almost all of them, barring critical components like the bridge controls and warp drive. Once he had broken the first lock, the rest collapsed in short order. The ship's internal security had clearly seen no upgrades since its use as a cargo vessel, rather than one of war.

Having access to much of the ship's data streams, Da'Kuan was able not only to download a complete map of its interior but also to assess damage throughout the ship. He identified hull breaches in six areas, including the one a few meters from him. Additionally, a seventh compartment, located on deck nine, had seen heavy damage in the last two minutes, though no hull breach had been detected.

Focusing in on his schematic map of the Disciple, Da'Kuan plotted the most direct routes to the bridge and engines over the course of a few dozen microseconds. Both were through the main hangar doors that the line troops had exited after debarking the dropship. Following them would allow the team to pick up squad E-57 along the way.
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PugarrPugarr winced as the Xenos projectiles cut his flesh, somehow finding and penetrating the weak spots in his armor. Taking several steps back, he almost sank to his knees, his tired and ravaged body not yet able to withstand such punishment after the hardships he endured planetside…

Almost.

Just in time, Pugarr remembered that his fellow squad members could see him. He could not fall here. But, the marine registered with some measure of confusion, he did not merely wish to refuse showing weakness... Something the white-armored marine had said, his compliment at Pugarr's swordsmanship, it had changed something in Pugarr, if only ever so slightly.

He had been obsessed with lamenting his cursed origin, as an Astartes- created in the corpse-emperor's image, a constant reminder of the betrayal Pugarr had endured. But now, he felt something new. Pride. Not just loathing for what he had been, before, but admiration for what he was becoming- corrupted, vile, and glorious. That minute speck of self-worth somehow urged him not to fall. To seek out more adoration.

And so he stood, staring at the Eldar with utter malice burning in his eyes. Taking the frag grenade he had claimed on the planet's surface from his belt, Pugarr pulled the pin and, with an underhand, almost casual throw, lobbed the explosive at the Xenos' feet. The destruction which followed was...

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The Battle ExpandsAs though with the flick of an artist's wrist, the dark interior of the assault vessel was spattered with ichor as shrapnel shredded the remaining boarders. Two unearthly screams reached out from within before falling eerily silent, the only remaining sound that of bouncing pieces of metal quivering to a halt. Then there was no more motion. The ten Aeldari were utterly ended.

Pugarr sneered at the interior of the pod, eyeing the fragile xenos corpses with contempt. Worthless foes. Whipping about in a circle, he revved his chainsword and growled, venting his frustration on one of the bodies at this feet. Metal teeth chewed and ground through flesh and bone with crunches and pops akin to boiling meat, eviscerating the corpse's thin armor and bloodied body. The brown, black, and red of the xenos garments rapidly grew darker with the addition of fresh gore.

The marine in crimson checked Black's vitals and made an "okay" symbol with his hands, indicating the marine was still alive, though down for the count. Rising, he followed the others to Pugarr's location.

Da'Kuan knelt next to one of his kills to examine the target's unusual, bone-colored armament. It was utterly alien, lacking any discernible propulsion system, power source, and even seams. Checking the target's belt, he identified a small sphere, similar to the one that had ended his newly-acquired serf. It was not glowing, but Da'Kuan had a feeling that might change if he twisted the two halves of its perfectly-spherical shell. He tucked it into his robe for safe keeping.

Before any more looting could commence, one of the soldiers from squad E-57 hailed them with a wave.

"Oy, marines! You heard them, we're needed! Let's get moving!" The various components of the torched and dismembered corpse of one of the Aeldari were scattered in front of her feet. Her squad was just beginning to move out when an explosion rang out in the hangar, somewhere out of line of sight to Pugarr, Da'Kuan, and the others. Yelling from the other squad followed immediately as smoke began to grow on the opposite side of the cargo bay. The marines rushed for the end of the hallway, emerging into the large space beyond.

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The dropship on which they had returned to the Suffering Disciple now leaned precariously away from them, towards the opposite wall of the hangar. Smoke rose from its starboard pontoon, bits of metal scattering the ground. A door could be seen through the space beneath the ship, and from it emerged more of the xenos. Two-thirds of them looked identical to those the squad had just fought, a few wearing brown cloaks. However behind these, a dozen or so of the xenos soldiers were dressed in resplendent, blue armor with plumed helms. Their gear was decorated with bright, red gems and glowed in marked contrast to the dull browns and reds of their fellows. One of the blue-armored soldiers stood out from the rest, its helm larger and more ornamented than the others. In its right hand, it held a lengthy war-glaive, finely decorated and viciously sharp. A shield decorated with a winged pattern covered its left shoulder. The entire group of Aeldari moved as one, splitting fluidly into three squads as they entered the larger space.

The few serfs, servitors, and laborers remaining in the hangar turned to address the assault and many were promptly felled with screams, crunches, and gurgles by accurate fire from the alien interlopers. The last two squads of Cargada's troops that had unloaded from the dropship stopped on their way to the hangar exit, turning back to address the new threat, and the members of squad E-57 shouted orders and reports back and forth to each other as they took up firing positions around the remaining supply crates in the area. Orderlies and guards emerged from doors on the other side of the hangar, yelling and gesticulating at the xenos as they drew rifles and sidearms. The volume in the hangar grew rapidly as shuriken catapults, lasrifles, autoguns, and hellguns shrieked through the stale air.

In the wild cacophony that ensued, Pugarr's distracted mind drove him to paranoia. He checked every angle of attack, including behind them--and above. Clinging to the wall high overhead were five red figures, their bone-colored limbs strangely articulated against the plasteel bulkhead. As soon as he had spotted them, they blinked out of existence. Some instinct, some unnatural sense, prompted him to action. He shouted a warning a second before they reappeared surrounding squad E-57, which was exposed in the middle of the hangar. His warning gave the team a scant moment to react to the ambush.

However it could not stop the carnage that followed. White webbing punched from the tubes under the xenos' arms, shredding the squad's carapace armor like a hot knife through butter. There were no screams as half the squad collapsed into piles of meat and fabric. The marines barely had time to react before a crash went off near them, their vision filling with static. Da'Kuan felt screams of anger and pain from every circuit in his body as machine spirits all around him cried out in pain and his vision went black.
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PugarrHowling with frustration, Pugarr noticed the Xenos' attack had left his armor's machine spirit reeling. His movements were uncontrolled- clumsy, even, as if his entire body was contorting. Worse, the power field on his sword failed to ignite, while the teeth of his chainblade refused to rev up. Looking around, the marine quickly deduced from the rest of his squad that they experienced similar troubles.

Straightening himself, Pugarr drove the tip of his sword into the cold, plasteel floor. Rather than charge the Xenos in his weakened state, he addressed his fellow marines, his voice booming over the din of battle.

'Support squad E-57 with bolter or blade,' he Command: 45barked. 'Purge the xenos, lay low these pirates who dare set foot on our ship! Offer up their blood to your dark gods, and earn your glory on the field of battle! Let not these Xenos' parlor tricks keep you from cleansing Cargada's ship of their presence!'
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Driving into a roll as the blast blew behind him, he couldn't but help to whisper a pray of thanks to the Emperor for his save. He was not an agile person and his knees and armor only slowed him more. But for now his grace smiled on him and saved his life. His machine parts would not doubt fry and his damaged body would perish without them. Clamping the bolter back to his armor, he hands activate the blade on his ax. Sparks kick off and smack into the floor as he turns the roll into a quick charge. The Xenos scummed turned and Da'Kuan imagined that behind his skull mask the eyes were widening in shock. However that was all it could do. The blade was already swinging up and slicing through its arcane armor. Lightening sparked and kicked before sizziling as it cooked the flesh. Swinging clear, he stepped back as the Xenos convulsed and collapsed at his feet.

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War On the Riveted Decks
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Da'Kuan felt his legs strain from the effort of heaving his mighty frame across the hangar bay, his mechadendrite shifting aside perfectly in time with his roll. His movement, accompanied by the whine of servos and clank of pistons, continued flawlessly into an arcing slice at the nearest warp spider, his axe-blade cleaving towards the xenos with more than enough power to bisect its diminutive frame. Yet just as his strike was sure to land, its intended target vanished in a grey haze, the axe buzzing through empty air.

The crash from the haywire grenade scattered and disorientated the squad as Morgar and the crimson marine dove aside and Pugarr and the white marine found their armor frozen in place, resisting their every move. Yet as Pugarr yelled orders at his teammates, something in his words stirred their combat instincts, and Morgar spotted Da'Kuan's target emerging from the same grey haze fifty meters away next to a crate. Taking careful aim down the body of his boltgun, the marine loosed a shot directly at the creature's chest, the shell connecting cleanly with the bone-colored armor and blasting it apart to reveal true bone beneath a red ruin of flesh. Morgar felt a moment's anger as the spider stumbled but stayed upright. Then a second shot connected, sending what was left of the Aeldari to the deck, smoking and bloodied. Morgar turned to see the white marine's bolt pistol quavering, a trail of smoke rising from its barrel.

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The crimson marine's meltagun clicked and hissed, forcing a second spider to jump away as the crate it had been standing on exploded. White-hot metal and fused plasteel littered the riveted decking between the Aeldari and humans. The fled warp spider emerged near its dead companion, only to have its legs latched in place by the hinged, mechanical limbs of a servitor. Where most of their limited machine spirits had frozen up or directed the automatons towards the chamber exit, this one had seized an opportunity--and an eldar.

As the elite teams threw bolt, web, fire, and steel at each other, the chamber filled with the flash and peel of lasguns, the sharp squeal of shuriken catapults, and the crack and bark of scattered bullets. The human soldiers, staff, and dockworkers fired off whatever they had in hand at the gloriously-garbed Aeldari as the invaders danced through the fusillade. The bright blue armor of the xenos deflected laser and bullet alike as, with alien grace, they flitted and rolled beneath the smoking dropship.

A torrent of silver from the brown-and-red-armored Aeldari reached through the smoking, metal debris on the deck, piercing Morgar's black form. With a howl, he collapsed to the deck, the cloth of his robe shredded and red-stained. Above him, the marine in crimson doubled over clutching a bleeding stomach torn open by the xenos weaponry.

More catapults screamed, this time from the blue-armored xenos. In seconds, the remaining humans and servitors at the forward end of the hangar were pulped and shredded by the plumed warriors. The glaive-wielding xenos, as well as another beside it whose helm bore diagonal blades instead of a vertical plume, looked elsewhere. The two lobbed spherical orbs in parabolic arcs across the hangar with uncanny precision to land and detonate in the middle of the trooper squads, boiling a third of their number with blue splashes of plasma. Their screams echoed around the chamber in chorus with the manifold forms of weaponry.

The three members of squad E-57 not eviscerated by the brutal webs of the warp spiders reacted with control, despite their screams and howls of terror and despair. A gout from a flamer prompted a third Aeldari to teleport away from the squad and caught a fourth in its plume, scorching through its armor. The other two squad members fired blinding hellgun volleys at the last spider, but the xenos blinked away and shattered the servitor gripping its comrade. Together they lifted the torn corpse of their fellow and winked out of existence. Only one warp spider remained. It stared at Pugarr for a moment, then released a deadly blast of webbing and was gone.
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PugarrPugarr strained against his armour's rebellious machine spirit, but to no avail- the joints were locked, defying his will. Snarling, he strained to move his arm, but it seemed that the harder he pushed, the more his suit resisted. Whatever charm the Xenos' weapon had placed upon the machine spirit, it was a powerful one.

Surveying the battlefield, Pugarr noticed the red-armoured Xenos were retreating- disappearing into thin air, probably using some sort of teleport device like the ones used by the Legion's terminators. It was how they arrived here, and apparently their means of escape, as well. Pugarr scoffed at the cowardly tactic, robbing him of the chance to crush their skulls with his hands.

As if it had plucked the threatening though from Pugarr's mind, one of their number turned toward him even as its companions fled. Despite the creature's face-concealing helmet, Pugarr could almost feel its hateful gaze boring into him. It raised its weapon, slowly- and as Pugarr's suit prevented him from moving, an unfamiliar sense of worry began to take hold of him. To die was one thing- to die here, at the hands of a cowardly Xenos, was an insult he could not accept.

Yet try he might, his suit resisted his movements, leaving Pugarr to do little other than watch as the Xenos took its time leveling its weapon at him. Scant moments were left before the creature would pull its trigger, ending Pugarr and his quest for vengeance.

One moment passed.

Time seemed to slow, Pugarr's mind racing. The battlefield played out before his mind's eye, analyzing everything he had seen since entering the hall, anything he might be able to use to his advantage.

Another moment passed.

The Xenos had almost leveled its weapon, scanning the room to make sure no other threats were approaching. Pugarr, meanwhile, looked up, remembering something he'd seen.

A third moment passed.

The Xenos turned its attention on Pugarr again. The marine, gritting his teeth almost to the point of cracking them, focused all his will into moving his wrist. He would not die here- such an ignoble death was beneath him. He still had work to do- the Imperium had not yet suffered enough.

The final moment passed.

The Xenos squeezed the trigger on its alien weapon, causing it to vomit forth a silvery web. Pugarr, his wrist finally in the right angle, pulled the trigger of his own bolt pistol, and sent a round flying-

Straight up.

Even as the web closed the distance between its point of origin and its intended victim, the explosive round slammed into a man-sized container, bearing spare parts and other pieces of metal, dangling from a hook on a small conveyor belt along the ceiling. The burst shattered the container, sending large bars and sheets of metal tumbling to ground level. With a thunderous crash, the debris fell in the Xenos projectile's path, the silver web further reducing the metal to so much scrap, but unable to reach through and find Pugarr.

When the dust cleared, Pugarr still stood, but the Xenos was gone. The marine growled- pathethic, cowardly, useless creature! Finally, he found his machine spirit had calmed somewhat, apparently broken and sulking now that Pugarr had exerted even a small measure of his will on it.

Stepping over to Da'Kuan, Pugarr cast the incident with the Xenos from his mind. 'The red-armored ones... They teleport, like a Terminator would,' he half-shouted, his vox systems still unreliable after what the Xenos had done to them. 'But more precise than should be possible. They travelled here from another floor- I refuse to believe they have attained such mastery.' Looking toward the blue-armored Xenos, he hesitated before snarling his conclusion. 'They are being guided by those already here. Apparently their communications are powerful- but that means they over-rely on it. Disable their means to coordinate their attack, if you can. Then contact the bridge, and tell them to do the same.'

Having delivered his findings, he turned to the survivors of the red Xenos's attack. 'We will be picked off one by one here,' he announced, lamenting the lack of cover, 'and the whelps at the port side of this hall will lose what little nerve they have, if they endure another fussilade. Make your way over to them,' he said to Da'Kuan, Red and the remains of squad E-57, 'and rally them! We will end these Xenos yet,' he growled.

'And you,' he added moments later, placing his hand on the red-armored marine. 'I require your name, if we are to fight side by side.'
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