Legion
Chapter one
825.M41
Planet: Yakut
Imperium Citadel
The Cadian forces of the 254th Battalion prepared for the incoming Tyranid hivefleet. Klaxons sounded, and guardsmen rushed to and fro.
Bunker Seven
Guardsman Tavurn waited anxiously in the pillbox bunker. His friend and commanding officer, Sergeant Vickers, sat next to him. The vox radio squelched with static, and then a commanding voice broke through. "The hivefleet has reached orbit. All units prepare for combat. Repeat, the hivefleet has reached orbit. All uni-" The voice was cut off as a large explosion destroyed a nearby bastion.
"Damnation! The Tyranids are upon us!" Tavurn shouted. Vickers shoved him towards the turret in response. "Man the turret, abolish any damned bugs that come this way." Vickers moved from Tavurn's side and observed the radar.
Sweat dripped down Tavurn's brow as he awaited the dreaded Tyranids. Anxiety and stress turned to rage as he thought about all of his comrades and friends he had lost to the Tyranid scourge. "Alright ya bastards were are ya?" He yelled into the air.
Vickers turned to him. "Don' be asking for trouble when the load we're about to get is bad enough." He said in response. Immediately after saying that, an alarm sounded. Vickers turned to the console. "Speak o' the devil." He muttered to himself.
"Incoming Tyranid ships!" Vickers tuned the vox radio. "HQ, this is bunker seven, multiple blips on the radar, copy?" After a brief second, "Affirmative bunker seven, hold and defend, HQ out."
Vickers opened a weapon locker and pulled a lascannon out. "If anything bigger than a damned termagaunt gets close, they'll be tasting ol' Bessy." He said to no one in particular.
Tavurn was not concerned with his CO's muttering. His concerns were on the falling ship, which was smoking from many holes. The ship was a Tyranid hiveship. It crashed about 2000 yards away from bunker seven. "Sir!" Tavurn called. "Incoming Tyranids!" Vickers pulled a cigar out of his pocket. "Well, it looks like we'd better welcome them."
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825.M41
Planet: Yakut
Leagues below the Imperium Citadel
Glowing green eyes permeated the darkness. A metallic body rose out from an intricately detailed stasis-chamber. The body was skeletal, yet armored. A golden headpiece was attached to his skull-like head. A cloth cape, emblazoned with the glyph of his dynasty was connected to the armor plates on his back. The same symbol was displayed on the front of his breastplate, where the Ankh of the Triarch would normally be placed, had he followed tradition.
The Necron Phaeron stood. Next to his resting spot, his weapon. A long handle, with a hyperphase sword connected to either side. He picked it up, and gave it a few experimental twirls. His years of slumber (Millions in fact) had only slightly reduced his skill with the unique weapon. He thumbed a switch and the handle broke apart, the handle retracting into itself, turning the staff-like weapon into two individual hyperphase swords. He pushed the hilts of the hyperphase swords together again, and they connected, once again forming the original weapon. He continued
Kaldrakh, for indeed that was his name, was pleased that his weapon appeared to work just as well as it had before The Great Sleep. Now he wondered, were his legions just as exceptional as they had been before. He walked to an ancient console, resting beside a large door, and placed his robotic hand upon it.
The door slid open, and a long hallway was filled with eerie green light. Spaced equally through the tunnel were stasis-fields, holding the suspended forms of Kaldrakh's Royal Court. He strode down the tunnel, observing the intricate details of battles won engraved into the metal walls. By each stasis-field, there was another console. As Kaldrakh walked past each one, he touched it, and the Overlord inside would wake, then be lowered.
When Kaldrakh reached the end of the hall, he turned, and addressed the twenty nobles. In a gravelly voice, he said, "The time has come to wake my legions. A battle rages above, and it is our… obligation, to end it, and the lives of all responsible."
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825.M41
PLANET Yakut
Imperium Outpost
Bunker Seven
One hour later
The turret's muzzle blazed forth yellow fire as bullets flew towards the Tyranid threat approaching the two men hidden inside the pillbox. The bodies of dead termagaunts and hormagaunts inhabited the grassy field in front of the turret. A dead carnifex, it's head having been shredded to pieces by Sergeant Vickers' lascannon, lay next to the dead monsters.
Tavurn continued to fire at the seemingly endless wave of Tyranids, when suddenly, the booming sound of something very large came from behind the dead carnifex. The body of the huge beast was pushed aside by three carnifex, and they walked forward, firing deadly acid-globs towards the bunker. The carnifex were followed by two trygons. Vickers grabbed Tavurn's elbow.
"Come on! We can't stand against that! We must fall back. Continue firing while I warn headquarters of the oncoming horde!"
Bullets ricocheted off the lead carnifex's chitin armor. Vickers talked into the vox radio. "Bunker seven is being swarmed by Tyranid enemies, three carnifex, and two trygons incoming! Preparing to fall back to the citadel, over." After two seconds a scratchy voice came back over. "Copy, bunker seven. Do not fall back, repeat, do not fall back. You are to continue holding the bunker, copy? If you are seen fleeing the bunker you will be executed. HQ out."
Vickers smacked the wall. "Damn it all! They've abandoned us! Our orders are to continue holding this bunker, even unto death!" Vickers picked his lascannon up from off the ground and aimed it at the lead carnifex. Tavurn continued firing the turret, aiming for the heads of the great beasts. Vickers shot the lascannon, blowing a hole through the carnifex's brain, and bringing the monster down, and temporarily halting the advance of the others.
When Tavurn realized that the termagaunts and hormogaunts were almost upon them, and that his turret was doing little against the carnifex, he turned his aim to the swarm. Bullets riddled the swarm of smaller, but equally deadly monsters, while the blast of the lascannon hit another carnifex, but didn't quite kill it.
The two guardsmen fought valiantly until it seemed that death was sure to catch up with them. They continued firing until the swarm was only thirty feet from the front of the bunker. Vickers abandoned his lascannon, and shut the heavy door in the back of the bunker, the only door. He hefted a boltgun, and sprayed it into the throng of Tyranids.
Suddenly multiple flashes of green light appeared. Four pyramid-like Necron Monolith appeared. Gauss flux arcs fired into the mob, disintegrating the Tyranids into bloody mist. The portals on the front of Monoliths activated, and Necron warriors began to march out of the swirling green gateway.
Following the warriors marched lines of immortals. Their large gauss blasters pointed towards the Tyranids and green gauss trails splashed against the two trygons.
Inside the bunker, Vickers and Tavurn both stared at the strange metal creatures that seemed to be their salvation. Tavurn looked at Vickers. "What do we do?" Vickers shrugged his shoulders, then looked back at the rampage outside. He peered at the metal things.
Ten minutes later, every Tyranid had been slain. A Monolith's portal began to swirl. Out of the green stepped a heavily armored Necron. He held a Warscythe in his hands. He surveyed the battlefield, and when he saw that it was safe, he stepped aside. Out walked Kaldrakh.
He turned to the other Necron. "Vargard Yorok, escort me to the accursed human's citadel." The Phaeron's bodyguard bowed, and replied. "Yes, my lord." The warriors formed into lines upon lines. Hundreds of warriors in rows, followed by the same formation made out of the immortals.
Kaldrakh turned to the bunker in front of them. He could see the frightened eyes of two humans inside. He transmitted an order to his warriors, and in complete unison they fired their gauss flayers at the bunker. After the dust had cleared Kaldrakh strode into the ruins.
Tavurn had been killed instantly by the blast. Vickers looked up at the menacing figure standing before him. Kaldrakh stared at pitiful human lying before him. Then he stabbed the man with his dual bladed staff. He lifted the human with the blade, and then flicked it, sending the dead man flying.
By wordless command, the rows of silent, emotionless warriors began marching towards the human citadel, led by Kaldrakh and his bodyguard.
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