A/N: I do not own warhammer or games workshop, so live with it.
In the crossfire
"Holy freth" shouted a Hormagaunt, dodging bolter fire. "Graham! Who's shooting at us?" (Hormagaunts do not speak high gothic but we are translating for you)
A small Hormagaunt barrel rolled and shouted "space marines." Before he got a las shot in the chest. The blast knocked him into a wing of a plane which had crashed into the ground hours before.
"Damn" he said "into cover whoever is still alive." The Hormagaunts all dived into plane parts and waited for reinforcements.
A little later the main swarm was running past them and towards the space marines in cover. "Ok now we go get our scythes dirty." The Hormagaunts broke from cover and swarmed towards the fighting.
They cut into the ranks of the space marines with a squad of termagants to the left and a towering carnifex to the right. Suddenly a Chaplin walked up and took out seven Hormagaunts in one swing of his mace. Oh bloody tyrant thought the hormagaunt as he slashed at an assault marine this is not good.
He dived into a building and climbed up to the top gunfire erupted all around him and a drop pod smashed down next to the front lines. Cursing he stumbled backwards and coved his eyes as dust bellowed out from under the drop pod as it slammed open.
Suddenly he felt something hit him hard and he fell to one leg, slowly he looked up and saw a hail of bullets streaming towards him. Then all went dark
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When he awoke it took a minute for his eyes to focus on the scene around him. Guardsmen were talking in there strange language that he didn't understand and eating some of there standard rations. Slowly he looked around the room he was in the same place that he had fallen and there were other bodies of his comrades scatted around. We lost, he thought we actually lost the men all laughed in there strange way and begin to move away from him. When the sounds of there footsteps died away he slowly and painfully got to his feet, he looked down at a bullet wound in his middle "ouch so much for time being a great healer" he murmured. He limped over to the door way and looked out over the ruined battle field. Thousands of dead Tyranids and space marines were pilled out over the area.
"I so need to get out of here" he hissed.
"Well, well what is this" a voice spoke "A little Tyranid all alone." There was a click of a gun being primed and held close to his head. "Don't worry now I will put you out of your misery."
Quick as a flash he spun around and kicked out immediately he wished he hadn't as pain shot through his damaged leg. However it had the effect he wanted and the guardsman hit the ground hard. The man tried to get back up but already the Hormagaunt was upon him and with a swift slice of his razor sharp talon the man was silenced.
He looked down at the man and an idea came to him. These men always carried some sort of first aid kit. Soon he had strapped some bandages round himself so that it could heal properly. The hormagaunt stepped outside and moved quickly away
"I need to catch a ride to somewhere else as soon as I can" he said to him self as he hopped onto a building. He scanned the area to see if there were any ships available to hitchhike on. There, right over a roof was a passenger craft ready to take off. I suppose it could fit in one more he thought to himself with a smile.
"Would all passengers please help them selves to refreshments provided and have a safe trip." A speaker droned out from on bored the ship as he ran onto the gangplank as it started to raise.
"I won't mind if I do" he said as he nabbed some very sweet sweet-corn and hid under one of the passengers seats to enjoy the ride into space.
Don't forget to Review and tell me what should happen next because I get so much writer's block :(