The Last Stand
Prologue
Brother-Sergeant Davian Ironskull awoke to find himself with a beautiful view of dirt. Unsure of why he was face down in the ground, he quickly got to his feet, only to be hit by a wave of dizziness, which was so intense that it even made his vision black out for a second.
Shaking it off, he quickly took in his surroundings, checking for any immediate threats. He was on a land island, that was surrounded by a chasm that spaned far enough that nobody could jump across, even with jet packs. And, as if to ensure it, the surrounding areas were full of steep mountain sides, which looked almost impossible to scale without the proper equipment. The actual island that he was on, had 4 ways off the island, but they were all blocked by giant stone pillars. While the island itself was covered in partial ruins, fallen pillars, ferns, and even two buildings that were still standing.
As he noted all this, he heard sounds from behind him, and spun, with his plasma pistol raised and his power axe at the ready.
"Be calm mon-keigh, I am not your enemy at this moment."
To his surprise (and intense dislike), he found himself facing an Eldar Farseer, or at least what he assumed to be a Farseer. She wore the colours of the Biel tan, and, much to Davian's surprise wasn't wearing a helmet, revealing her rather pointed facial features, red hair, and deep green eyes.
"What trick is this, Eldar Witch?" Davian asked her angrily.
"This is no doing of mine; I am as much a prisoner here as you are." She replied testily.
Her weapons, an Eldar pistol and blade, were pointed unaggressively, at the ground. Giving Davian enough motive to lower his own weapons. He didn't trust the Xeno, but his current surroundings were far from anything he had seen Eldar bother with.
Before he could ask the Eldar about their current predicament, he heard an Ork like grunt of annoyance, and turned just in time to see a moderate sized Ork fall from one of the fallen pillars.
"Arr, By Gork and Mork, what the frak waz that!" It complained to itself, not noticing the Space marine and the Eldar watching it.
The Ork was wearing heavy Ork armour, which looked like bits of armour scraped together, and was then given a slap of paint. It also had a very large gun, and had a totem of some kind, on its back.
"Ork!" The Eldar Farseer called out, causing it to jerk its head in their direction.
"Umies!...Umies and Eldar! We gonna be fightin then?" It asked happily, pointing its big shoota in their direction.
"No Ork, we have bigger problems at the moment, then to break out and fight." The Farseer told him.
"As much as I hate to admit it, the Eldar is correct." A deep, evil sounding voice interjected.
Appearing from one of the buildings was a chaos sorcerer, who was followed, oddly enough, by a Tyranid hive tyrant.
"More Umies! Even if it is dem Chaos boyz." The Ork said, getting even more excited.
It took all of Davians will power to not shoot at the slave of chaos right there and then. The Sorcerer wore armour that was akin to other sorcerers of chaos, but the appearance of the armour, was of a set of colours that Davian didn't recognize, it was Black, with a dark green trim. He also held a staff that bore the symbol of Chaos.
The Tyranid was also not of a hive coloration that Davian recognized either, it was majority Dark grey, close to black, and the large claws were blue, rather like Davian's own armour colour.
"Wherever we are, it is obvious that none of us are responsible for it, otherwise the rest of us would be dead by now." The sorcerer continued.
"We appear to be in an arena of some kind." Davian told them.
As much as he hated dealing with heretics and Xenos in matters that didn't involve a chainsaw in the chest, there were too many for him to deal with at once, and they had raised a worrying point.
"What I wish to know is what had the power to bring us here?" He continued.
"My Brother asks a good question, what has the power to summon powerful beings like us from across space and the warp itself to this world? The sorcerer asked them.
"I am no brother of yours heretic! By the grace of the Emperor I only tolerate your presence because of our situation." Davian told him heatedly.
"I do not doubt it, Imperial slave." The sorcerer told him, his voice dripping with venom.
"Enough from both of you mon-keigh! As much as I detest working with creatures such as yourselves, we all have no choice for the moment." The Eldar Farseer interjected before Davian could reply.
"Very well, then let us give our names so I at least know who I am trading barbs with." The Sorcerer suggested.
"I am Farseer Laianna Farlight, of the Biel tan craftworld." The Eldar Farseer Laianna told them."
"I am Jamos Starbender, sorcerer and servant of Tzeentch." The Sorcerer introduced himself.
"I'm Mekka Wortgul Skumfug, of the Broken Axe Boyz." The Ork told them, a little disappointed that there wouldn't be a fight.
"I…am Sergeant Davian Ironskull, of the Marines of Doom." Davian told them hesitantly, giving the Emperor a quick prayer that he was doing the right thing.
The Tyranid Hive tyrant gave a loud roar, which made the others stare, trying to decide if it could even understand them or not. Lack of contact with Tyranids in a form that didn't involve war meant that they did not know what to expect from it.
"I say we name it Tyrant for the time being." The Chaos sorcerer suggested.
"So now that we have names, does any…" Laianna started to ask, before being cut off by a rumble.
Looking around, the five warriors found that two of the four pillar gates that blocked off the entrances were lowering, and they then heard what was on the other side.
"WAAAARRRRGGGGG!"
Next time, round 1, Ork raiding party…
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