Holding the breach
Written by, Ramzi M Subrati
Having lost all our boys in the imperial navy after their fleet-to-fleet engagement with those dastardly Eldar, Might of man was the next natural target before those unnatural creatures made planetfall on Polmur VII. As it was, I was dropped off at the mega-fort for repair due to lack of sufficient amounts of adamantium plating. It was by far larger than Terras moon 'the moon', and had an array of forges designed to service imperial and astartes ships, armour and weaponry.
Mid-way through repairs to the many impact craters inflicted upon my armour from an incursion of Ork scum on Baal, Auspectory sensors droned through the station, alerting all available defence forces to report to battle stations. Las-turrets came to life and aimed at the oncoming enemy.
Be it luck, or the scheming of those loathsome Eldar, our void shields failed. A section the size of Italy was blasted away from the Hull of the fort and 30 million of the emperors servants were sucked into the embrace of the cold of space.
It was at this point where I had had enough. After campaigning for two damned centuries, I decided 'to hell with it'. I approached the monumental breach and stood there for a moment. After a systems check and a few nice words to the machine-spirit, involving holy lubrication fluids and penetrator drills, I leaped forth, headlong into the Eldar fleet.
With around three quick blasts of my lascannon I had already sent at least 300 escort ships and two craftworlds tumbling into the gravity well of the planet below.
Subsequent to a brief duel with all of the phoenix lords, I smote their remains into the abyss and clamped myself to the flagship.
Using the raw power of my Blood fist, I ripped a hole into the prow of the sleek but heavily armed Eldar vessel. The first thing I came across what appeared a titanic hair salon. Legions of Eldar guardians were making adjustments to their hair whilst scarce few fenced with each other in a tiny wraithbone training cage.
'So THAT’S why guardians suck', I thought to myself.
After flaming all of the guardians I progressed through the city-sized decks of the huge ship.
A psyker barred my path as i blazed away at all in my sight. He claimed to be the leader of his kind, so I gave him a second to talk. We had a long conversation about how runes work and how I control the powers within the warp just as he. All the while, gunning down the odd aspect warrior here and a wraithlord there.
Eventually we came to the conclusion that there can be no peace for our kind, so we had a psychic battle. It lasted 3.68 seconds and I won.
After what felt like a century of clambering up wraithbone, I shot the admiral in the face with my hunter-killer missile and set the ship to self-destruct. I rode the shockwave of the exploding city-ship back to the mega fort, landed crisply on the 3,456th level and watched as the Eldar flagship slammed into it. This covered the breach. I went on to fire my lascannon in a constant stream and used it as a welding beam, thus, I fused the ship to the mega-fort, fixed the breach and saved the day.
