Before I start this story, I just want to thank everyone for reviewing it. For those who are interested, Krystal is Deonne's girlfriend, she doesn't really make an appearance other than to tell you that they really have lives and aren't random grunts.
Onward!
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'Thinking'
"Talking"
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THE RIFT: 5 HOURS AFTER THE LAST ATTACK
'Eldar…what where they doing here? We've just fought off the Tyranids, now this.' These were the thoughts going through Sergeant Jack's head as he looked at the battle line that the Eldar had made.
Yes, he was a Sergeant as of 3 hours before. High Command had demanded to see the ranking officer of the platoon, and as he was the only NCO remaining above Private, he had talked to them.
He had received an immediate promotion. He was now in charge of this rag-tag force of men and women, and by the Emperor himself, he wasn't going to surrender the rift to the Eldar. He briefly wondered why the rift was so important, but quickly banished such thoughts from his head. If the Lord Commander wanted it, then he would get it.
"Sir!" said a corporal.
"Yes?" replied Jack. He was hoping it was news of reinforcements, but he didn't have his hopes up.
"The Eldar have sent a diplomat to talk to us sir!"
Jack sighed. He still remembered Deonne's limp body lying on the ground.
"Very well. Send them in."
"Yes sir!"
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THE RIFT IMMPERIAL COMMAND POST: 30 MINUTES LATER
"That is preposterous!" exclaimed the Eldar ambassador in her singsong voice.
"That is the only offer I can give you until I get in touch with my superiors…Alien scum." Replied Jack with a cool and reserved tone.
"Then this meeting is over."
"Indeed." Jack calmly took a laspistol from his pocket and shot the Eldar right through the head.
"Place her body where it can be found by the Eldar. That should make our response clear enough." Grabbing an intercom device, he thumbed it on, and spoke into the mouthpiece.
"All hands, battle stations. Prepare for imminent enemy attack. This is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a drill."
Jack replaced the mouthpiece on the shelf with a heavy heart. The killing of the Eldar had been necessary. It was his duty. He sighed. He had never expected to kill someone in cold blood. Grabbing his laspistol and chainsword, he ran to join his platoon. He muttered a quick prayer to the wind.
"The Emperor Protects."
