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*I`ve been writing for a while now and I decided to try my hand at fan fiction, please be patient with me though for I really don`t know that much about the fluff and had to make a few things up.**Mild language.

The Fall of Leftbridge

It was raining outside. The kind of rain that made you wish you were sitting at home, curled up with a cup of hot chocolate, content in the knowledge that some poor bastard was getting drenched instead of you. Cpl.Daniels was that poor bastard. He was a sniper in the 5th cadian recon platoon of the garrison of leftbridge and it was his turn at forward observation post VII. He stood on the battlements and scanned the horizon through his 8x scope.

"Why do they bother with this god-damn observation post, it's practically obsolete, there hasn't been an attack in years." He thought, as the rain continued to soak through his clothes.

A soldier apeared on the wall beside him. "Cpl. Daniels, I'm Pvt. Mathews, the Commisar told me I was to relieve you, SIR."

Cpl. Daniels sighed with relief " Thank f***ing christ. I've been up here all day, and no need for the sir thing, this isnt the death korp"

"YES,SIR``

``What did I just tell you!``

``Sorry, sir, it wont happen again``

``for the love of- nevermind!`` Cpl. Daniels stormed off the battlements to the officers mess. The floorboards creaked as he entered, the place was a decrepid shambles, no one had been in the building apart from him in months, there were barely any officers in his platoon and before last month the observation post had been empty. He sat down at a dusty table and un packed his stale rations. The ussual oversalted assorted meat stew and a block of undefinable matter that tasted of damp toilet paper. Cpl. Daniels forced down the tasteless meal and he pulled his side arm from his holster (and not to do theobvious and end his misery) checked it was in working order. It was an extremely outdated design that his grandfather had given him for his 18th birthday , a revolver they used to call it. He inspected the cylinders, the barrel, the trigger, he tested the hammer and he ensured it was fully loaded. He polished it with great care, for some reason he liked the look of the obsolete behemoth of a handgun. He kept on polishing it until the engraved writing on the side was clearly visible, ``.44 Magnum`` It read. It had been hard to find the ammunition for it but after much searching on Terra he had been able to find a crate of ammunition in an antique shop. ``An obscure novelty`` The shopkeeper had said. There was a crackling of static and the voice of the Comissar came on over his radio. `` All personel, report to your battlestations! This is not a drill, I repeat, this is NOT a drill.`` Cpl. Daniels picked up his sniper rifle and chambered a round as he ran out the door. He clambered hastily onto the battlements to join the rest of platoon. He deployed the bipod on his rifle and surveyed the landscape, just as he had been trained to do. The Commisar strode down the line of nervous soldiers.

``Gentleman, we have recieved a report from Pvt. Thompson, our foreward most scout. He claims to have seen dark eldar forces in the area...``

There was a gasp as the soldiers realized the meaning of what they just heard.

``We don`t know yet but he thinks they`re headed our way``

The backpack of the vox caster behind him let out a shrill noise and a transmission came in from Pvt. Thompson.

``They`re here! They`re here!`` Cried his terrified voice. ``You have to send word to leftbridge!`` There was a hail of gunfire and Pvt. Thompson cried out, the transmission faded to static.

As the transmission ended a dark cloud apeared on horizon, only the cloud was not composed of vapour but of Raiders, venoms and swooping scourges.

The Comissar began barking orders. `` Ok, I want a heavy bolter team over there! Get the flakk rounds in those missile launchers and Macyntire, start sending the transmission to leftbridge!``

The fleet of ships came closer and Cpl. Daniels could begin to make out the forms of crew on the decks,poised to jump off once they reached the outpost. A razorwing jet hurtled out of no where and as it passed over the outpost it fired a single missile, toppling the coms tower.

``Hold fire, wait until they get closer`` ordered the commisar,``we are to hold this possition at all costs or-`` He was cut off as a shot from a darklance split him in two.

A wave of panic went out through the troops and they opened fire, spraying bullets innefectively at the aproaching fleet. Cpl. Daniels was calm though, he had faced tyranids and daemons, much more fearsome foes than the Dark Eldar. He raised his rifle and took aim , scanning the deck of a raider for the driver, he adjusted for range and speed and fired. He saw the bullet fly through the air, a white hot speck in the midst of the chaos and he grinned as the bullet found it`s mark; striking the driver in the head and killing him. The raider spiraled out of control, sending warriors spilling over the edges before crashing into the ground and exploding in a great ball of white fire. A volley of splinter fire hit the battlements and Cpl. Daniels dove for cover, skidding across the ground as rounds tore through the ranks around him, many men dropping to the ground a little less volintarily then he. As the fleet drew nearer he loosed more rounds, picking off as many as he could and the missile launchers and autocannons took down scores of ships but it was no use, the tide was never ending and the fleet closed the gap. Splinter cannons swept the battlements and kabalite warriors jumped down to finish off the remaining defenders; bayoneting the wounded and shooting those that resisted. Cpl. Daniels crawled around the corner, seeking cover behind a crenelation.
He drew a deep breath, withdrew his .44 magnum and peeked around the corner, the Kabalites were storming rest of the outpost now, there was no stopping them. All of a sudden, a venom swooped down and a tall dark eldar soldier in ornate armour jumped out, ``he must be their leader,`` thought Cpl. Daniels. ``Better to die for the emperor today then to live for yourself tommorow`` He swung himself from cover and charged headlong towards the dark figure, firing his outdated .44 magnum. The rounds did not penetrate the ornate armour but they stunned the dark eldar soldier long enough for Cpl. Daniels to pull the pins out of both his frag grenades. He let out a cry of rage and threw himself at the dark eldar soldier as the grenades exploded, killing them both instantly and showering the surrounding area in blood and debris.

Nice Story

Thanks, I'm thinking of doing another story, either about a Tau pathfinder, a Chaos cultist or a Dark Eldar Incubi

I liked it very much, good work