The Brave Few
A Tale of Guardians
Disclaimer: I do not own Warhammer 40,000. That is property of Games-Workshop, so I doubt you can sue me.
Note: This is a Warhammer 40,000 story half-based upon a battle I did. It is between two forces of Eldar against Space Marine Blood-Angels. (I think.) I hope you enjoy. If you have any suggestions for my next fics, please review with them. Enjoy the show.
Part I – Horror Unleashed
The sounds of laser, bullet, and shuriken fire zimmed through the air, mixing with mingled shrieks of death. The Space Marine Blood-Angels were advancing quickly, already half-way through the ruined city. If the two Farseers did not come up with a strategy quick, they would soon be eliminated.
A squad of around fifteen Guardians and one of the two Farseers, the second-in-command, went around to observe the combat, an enemy hovercraft nearby. If they were not careful, the Blood-Angels would either spot or even hear them creeping up. The main Eldar force was battling with the main force of the Blood-Angels, taking the blunt of the attack. Led by a squad of Wraithguard and seconded by several squads of Dire Avengers and Guardians, they hammered all they had at the Space Marines.
Early on, their three Falcon Grav Tanks were destroyed, as well as they Vipers and Guardian Jetbikes. Only one tank was destroyed on the Blood-Angel side, disposed of by the Grav Tanks before they, too, were destroyed. There were still six tanks, a few of them transports, left in the enemy ranks, and they were not yet firing. Which was all the Eldar hoped for right now.
The lead Farseer, Kauzetch, stayed back behind a large hill, out of firing range but still able to observe the battle. It was not good. Luckily, the enemy Terminators had not gotten close enough to the Eldar to unleash their rapid attacks. Luckily, the Wraithguard would not back down. Luckily, the battle would end quick; and not in their favor. With a saddened sigh, Farseer Kauzetch stepped down from his post and went to the lower regions of the hill.
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A gurgled scream came from the Dire Avenger next to it, but it paid no heed. It just kept firing its Wraithcannon, the spiritstone on its chest glowing a crimson red. There could be no backing down. There was no cease in fire. It just kept firing until it, too, was shot down. It didn't even have time to fire off one more shot before six hit it full in the face. It did not move again.
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Farseer Trautech let his Singing Spear free from his hand, sending it right toward the hovercraft. It was followed by twelve shurikens by the six Guardians immediately beside him. His spear simply bounced off, but the shurikens hit. Hard. The Hovercraft nearly fell, but it did not, to the dismay of his soldiers. And to him. The Blood-Angels were now alerted of their presence, and let loose their weapons. Three Guardians beside him fell without a sound as the shots hit them, and when he was targeted by two missiles, he had no time to think. He threw a psychic shield over him, blocking most of the impact, but he took some harm. With a cry, he fell backward, only to be caught by his Guardians.
They dragged him into a ruined, roofless building that only had two openings for enemies to get through. He was set in a secure corner while a Guardian watched the way they had come. Four other Guardians stood at the other opening, aiming to help their comrades. They fired. Most of the shurikens hit, taking enemies with them, but now they, too, were alerted of the Guardian presence.
They heard a loud shot. Suddenly, one third of their main force was gone, disintegrated, not even bones remaining. They watched on in horror as reinforcements came from the Space Marine Blood-Angels' main line. This was not going well. Not well at all.