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ORKS ARE ATTACKING MEN! TO YOUR COMMISSAR!

Lieutenant Taveth started running when the commissar shouted, turning in midstride Taveth yelled"Commissar, I am going to my tank, it is best to not let the foul greenskins touch the holy armor!". When an ork suddenly leapt around a tent Taveth slid to a halt on the muddy ground and drew his laspistol and promptly put two holes in the Xeno skull. Getting up from the muddy ground Taveth scanned the area. Odds were against Taveth making it to Dwindle, but if he could make it he may well be able to turn this nightmare around.

Dane aimed his hellfire pistol at the charging Nob, and shot it in the arms, then the legs, then the torso, then in the head, laughing loudly as a few men came to each of his sides, firing their own weapons. "Fall back to defensive positions!" Ordering a fire and retreat, the men did so flawlessly. Dane watched the battle happen, standing in the middle, yelling orders and curses alike, laughing loudly at the orks at their feeble attack. Dane heard the canon from the tank open fire, smiled, using it. "Listen my brothers! Will you let the armor of man kind OUTSHINE you on this attack? WILL YOU?!" After this many men shouted in a rage, trying to fire faster, trying to reload faster. Dane dry his pistol at the foe again, shooting for the head instead. "Come Alien, taste the furry of the God Emperor!"

Demitrix was surprised by Dane. He had never heard of a commisar disguiseing himself as one of the rank and file, and the way he ordered the men about its, as if he was born for it. But then again, it did make a little sense, he is a Mordian after all, they all might as well be commisars. It didn't take lonf for Demitrix to get a hold of himself, Dane was right, his men needed him now. He couldn't waste his life on some silly quest for redemption, not now, not when his men needed a leader. He organized the firing retreat, keepin men in line orgainizing their arcs of fire for maximum effect. Once the men had withdrawn into the camp, he ordered them to form up just inside of the gate, lasguns on full power. Then he placed the flamers onto both edges of the gate, the Orks would be forced into a choke point, where the companies flamers would make short work of them. And with lasguns on full power, the mens shots would punch through several Orks at once, maximising the efficiency of their shooting. After a few minutes of slaughtering Orks, the men sat back and admired their handywork. The ork bodies were piled so high and so thick, it would impossible to close the gate untill they were cleared. Demitrix climbed to the top of that pile, and watched the rest of the Orks flee for the lives, it felt good to strike fear into their hearts. "I'm going hunting!" he shouted as he turned to face his men, "Who's coming with me!!!", the men screamed their reply so loud that it would've shaken the very halls of Terra itself. He was proud to be leading such fine and respected troops, at that moment he decided, he would never leave them. Demitrix's pride left him, and was replaced be confusion. He felt a slight pain on the back of his neck, as if a some sort of insect had bitten him. He rubbed his hand over the area, something warm and wet was dripping onto it. He held his hand up to his face, trying to indentify what it was in the darkness, it was blood. Demitrix felt dizzy, he was going numb all over. His legs were feeling weak, they would not support his weight anymore. He fell backwards and rolled down the pile of bodies, landing on the wrong side of them. Something was dragging him, dragging him away from the camp. He could not see his kidnapper, nor could he hear the sound of its feet thudding a long the ground at amazing speeds. He had to know who this was, he had to know who had taken him from his men, and who had to pay for doing so. With a massive amount of effort, he tried to bring his head up to get a look. His muscles strained and nearly gave out, the blood vessels in his face began to burst, but he could now see his attacker. It appeared as just a smudge of black in the dark of the night, even from so close a distance, he could barely make out its outline. Its shoulders seemed to be, pointed, its limbs were long and slender, it wore a helmet that was almost like a, cone, and spikes protruded from it on many locations. The creature moved with a flawless grace that somewhat bedazzled Demitrix, it made not a sound as it slipped on through the darkness. Demitrix knew what had taken him now, and he feared he would never return to his men. The effort of keeping his head up was to much now, he fell limp, and began to fade into unconciousness, but two words remained cemented into his thoughts. . . Dark Eldar.

Samuel Linius heared something. He turned around, grabbing a pistol, and watched what thhe sound could be. He was still surprised that the Orks had run away. They were with many and far not outnumbered. Maybe they would return, or those that they had realy fled for. The Warboss himself was still alive. But had fled. In all his 'career', Samuel had never seen that. No, they werent afraid of them. They were afraid of something else. As the sound didnt return. Samuel returned to his place, grabbed a drink and sat down. He looked a bit around him, he liked watching people. People were strange things. All the sudden, he realised what had happened. Demetrix was disappeared. That was nothing for him. Something got him away, but what would do that. Samuel grabbed a hellgun and a hellpistol, and walked towards the position were Demetrix had last been. He would find out what happened to him, in a good way or a bad way.

Dane was seething with adrenalin and rage as he chased after the orks into the forests, he was not allowing this enemy to flee this battle, his teeth gnashed and his face full of rage. Darting after the orks, his augmented arms and mind worked vigorously as they hacked through retreating green skins, shredding them like a hot bayonet through ration bread... well watered ration bread... on second thought like a power sword through an ork. He called to the nearest troopers with a loud roar, the defining boom catching a few off guard. "To me men of the Emperor, we will not allow this scum the satisfaction of licking their wounds! Let us finish them for good!" Many men roared with a rage that Dane had been leaking into them over the battle, spitting curses at them, only giving complements to the extraordinary shot. Dane was not a conventional commissar, but he was damn good at his job. After a few minutes chasing the orks Dane found himself alone, deep in the forest. He stopped a moment, sensing something, then he felt something in his neck, and a slender hand try to grab him. Dane immediately turned, and the Eldar, as Dane learned, must have been surprised to not be making off with a weak target. Shoving his Mordian bayonet into the back of his target, he saw the thing fall, its lower legs disabled, on its knees, Dane laughed wickedly as he brought the bayonet up the spine, the creature spasm witch caused Dane to laugh harder and louder, a laugh only by men who were insane. To tell the truth Dane was not all there, he allowed allot of his mechanical mind to take his brain, controlling him with precise movements and perfectly timed and planned moves. The only problem that while this was all good, Danes mind had not all together accepted the mechanical mind, and often a craze from his biological mind would erupt, attempting to control his body.The Eldar turned to look at the sudden change of luck, where Danes cerebral connection was, it was replaced by a mechanical one due to t being broke on an un-remembered battle. Dane grinned wide, removing its helmet and seared as its face was as soft as a new trooper. "Come now, did your god tell you about THIS?" Dane laughed mockingly, stabbing the Eldar in the shoulder. Still in shock it shook its head, wavering. Dane smiled wide and stepped back, booting the Eldar in the face so hard it bounced off the ground. Eldar caused him to need these servo installments, metal bones, and a a brain equalizer, and it was Eldar that was going to have their lives snuffed out now because of it.

As Samuel sneaked trough the forest, as he suddenly stopped. He felt a arm holding him around his neck, trying to drag him away. He grabbed his combat knife as fast as he could, and somehow the thing that grabbed him didnt notice. He punched the knife behind him, and he heard a scream. Behind him lay the body og a Dark Eldar wych. He was lucky that his knife ended in the middle of her body, as it was completely unprotected. Ironic, he thought by himself. He grabbed his gun to shoot his attacker to see if she was realy dead. However, before he could pull the trigger, he felt something slamming on his head. As Samuel fell to the ground, he pulled the trigger. The shot ended up in the air, and the last thing he saw before he became unconsious was the helmet of a Dark Eldar.