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In about an hour I've got a 1000 point tournament at my local GW, so I wrote this up:

The interior of the Manta dropship was well-lit, but in the interior of his battlesuit, Shas'el M'ar could only see the illuminated controls. He activated his micro-link.

"Shas'el N'ov, systems on line?"

"Communications activated, activating weapons, Shas'el M'ar."

Shas'el M'ar could feel the faint hum of his plasma rifle as he powered it up. To his right, his burst cannon rotated its barrels once, a reflex from his days in an XV15 team.

"Shas'ui K'ir, communications?"

"Soft and clear, Shas'el. No movement on the ground, but the kroot seem to have picked up something."

"Keep me posted."

A faint gush of air issued from his jetpack as Shas'el M'ar unlocked the suit's mobile controls.

"Shas'ui M'ik, shas'ui S'et, all systems online?"

Two affirmatives were sent back.

"Firewarrior teams one, two, three?"

"Shoot fast." replied Shas'la W'es

"Shoot hard."came Shas'la I'sc

"Shoot often." completed Shas'la M'ta

"That's the spirit."

Thirty seconds, Kor'vre M'ic's voice from the dropship's controls.

"Shas'ui I'ri, shas'ui T'an?"

"Hammerhead ready for battle."

"Shas'ui A'ri?"

"Railguns ready."

The hangar doors of the Manta opened. Shas'el M'ar's battlesuit showed that they were twenty feet off the ground. Bracing themselves against the sudden change in air pressure, the firewarrior teams held tightly onto their seat restraints. Shas'el M'ar's battlesuit walked forward a few steps to the edge of the dropship.

"For the Greater Good!"

As he launched himself out of the dropship, he could hear the rest of his Cadre echoing the battlecry. Shas'el M'ar grinned.

vary nice this had better be part one i would like to see the rest