« What do you mean, we can't park here ? »
The commissar got to the gunner who was sticking his head out from the upper port of the Baneblade. They had been driving all along the restaurant's parking lot, desperately trying to find a parking place. They were really starting to starve in there, and it was more than time for a snack.
« - I mean, there is simply no place in this parking lot, sir ! Answered the gunner. It's rush hour, and we've arrived just after everybody !
- The Emperor damns those Burger Marines ! Cursed the commissar. What is the point of putting a parking lot if a single Baneblade can't park ?
- Well, to be fair, it's not as easy as parking a bike... Said a Guardsman.
- Another word, soldier, and you'll end up with a bolter round where your brain should be. Got it ?
- Sorry, sir.
- SIR ! »
It was the driver who so suddenly screamed. The Commissar tried to get near him, trying not to step on a Guardsman or to trip on whatever cables were running inside the tank's hull.
« - What is it ?
- There's a Stompa that just left its place, sir ! And there is nobody in this part of the parking lot !
- WHAT ! What are you waiting for ? Get there, quick ! »
The driver pressed the engines of the titanic tank. The sudden move nearly sent the commissar on his buttocks. The vibrations inside were becoming unbearable, but it was a small price to pay for the speed increase. There were a few Snotlings and Ripper swarms on the parking ; those who weren't fast enough for dodging the hundreds tons of metal that were rushing in their direction quickly finished as a red spot on the tank's tracks.
« - We'll make it, sir ! Screamed the driver over the tank's roar. Only a few yards !
- Perfect ! It was time, I was starting to... »
A sudden flash of green light nearly blinded them.
In a panic, the driver stepped on the brakes, not wanting to run over another vehicle as he couldn't see what was happening. Every thing that wasn't nailed or bolted on the tank's walls (it was pretty pointless to talk about a hull, given its size) got thrown on the floor. The Guardsmen were seriously shaken on their seats; the commissar, for his part, definitely lost his fight against gravity and hit his head right on the control panel.
Despite the horrible screeching sound made by the Baneblade that was stopping dead on its tracks, a strange sound could still be heard.
VWORP ! VWORP ! VWORP !
After a few seconds, the Commissar finally managed to get back on his feet. He massaged his chin, which was miraculously not broken, and quickly got to the upper port of the tank. The gunner had lost his balance and had fallen from his post by the sudden brake, so he had no problem for climbing the ladder and for seeing what was going on.
He nearly choked himself.
The place they had been trying to reach wasn't empty anymore. A huge Necron Monolith was now hovering right over it.
The Monolith's front portal activated, and dozens of Necron warriors stepped out of it. They were quickly followed by a Necron Lord.
The impossibly old mechanical creature turned its head for looking at the Baneblade and at the Commissar. It then followed its warriors, not before flipping the bird to the astounded commissar.
« Taunt : Haha ! In your face, human ! »
It took several seconds to the commissar to switch from surprise to rage. He grabbed his cap and threw it on the Baneblade's hull in a fit of anger.
« FRAKKING NECRONS ! »
