The Defence of Cremoped Chapter 1 The hunt The marines moved through the tall undergrowth of the planet Cremoped swiftly and efficiently three marines covering the back of the squad and the Sargent and heavy bolter at the front, that was their mistake. Because not all people attack from the front or back some, strike from the sky or ground and even through the weak minds of these putrid humans. But the eldar forgave them for their stupidity, it wouldn't matter once they were cut up into tiny pieces or burnt to ashes. Farseer Farcete watched from her high perch up above the marines on a ledge of solid rock and the burnt remains of the last squad that came this far out into the thick hostile forest. Her purple eyes scanned the tree tops looking for any more squads of brainless marines that had bothered trying to take over this half of the planet. She pulled away the night vision binoculars and turned to her small army of assassins. Each one's weapon gleaming in the 3 glowing moons. "Soldiers of craft world ethalwe are you ready to hunt?" She called to them. All 30 of the howling bamshee's of craft world ethalwe stood to attention. "I'll take that as a yes then!" She a said to herself. Farcete gripped her helm and placed it firmly on her head, her yes scanning over the burn and cut marks on it as she placed it over her head. She turned back to her hunters and said through the mouth piece "for our craft world, for our people, for the eldar! Let's hunt these bastards down shall we?" And with that 30 sonic screams rung out as the howling banshees descended on the clueless prey. "What the hell was that?" Said marine O'conner as the sonic screams reached his ear piece. "Hold this!" He said as he passed his heavy bolter to Jones. The screams were deafening now as O'conner and the rest off his squad ripped of their helmets to stop the screeching in their built in head sets. "Sir what in the emperors name is that?!" He shouted only just making his voice heard over the dreadful screaming. Sergeant Irish replied with a grim note in his throat "howling goddamn banshees the Assasin's of the eldar". "Give me this!" Shouted O'conner as he pulled his heavy bolter away from Jones then levelling at where the noise was coming from. "Don't let them get into close combat with you and be aware that once they are within 10 metres your dead" said sergeant Irish as the marines got into a firing line ready to open up a volley of death on anything that moved. The noise was now deafening. As the noise got closer it was harder to aim and soon guns started to shake. Just as the noise got to its peak it stopped and their was a rustling and then it started again and out from the bushing came what looked like 30 howling banshee helmets. "What the f..." And before jones got to Finnish cursing a blade shot into his chest. Suddenly their was chaos. Men were shooting each other in the confusion and the banshees took advantage of the havoc. Weaving in and out of the humans cutting them down as they went and slicing through armour like it was spore mine skin. When it ended all that was left was death and the banshees, a perfect match.