They Last Stand of the Squats
Warhammer 40k
Hey remember the Squats? Ever wonder what happened to them? Well then you've been under a rock. Tyranids got them, the only question is how?
[Warhammer 40k, M41.109, Planet Margoth]
Grendle Potyrson was having a bad day. First his left leg had been aching something fierce ever since that Ork took a hammer to it, he didn't care that it was a cybernetic now, it bloody well ached! Then Gobbert the idiot left for battle without his spare bolter ammunition, the idiot! Now the blasted space bugs the imperium encountered called Tyranids were swarming their ugly mugs all over the planet! Open the front door? Tyrands. Across the valley? Tyranids. In the tunnels? You guessed it, BLOODY TYRANIDS! With a frustrated yell of rage the short squat swung a thunder hammer crafted in the shape of a boar's head into the skull of a termagaunt that had wormed its way over the main defensive barrier surrounding the main ships.
A stocky squat, even for a squat, waddled over, a plasma cannon in his arms. With a grunt the grey haired elderly squad fixed the cannon to the barricade and plugged in the optical auto targeting system and flipped the switch to on. In an instant the weapon hummed to life as blue plasma arked over the coils, crackling loudly before with a massive buzzing sound a blue jet of plasma shot from the barrel and into the middle of the next wave of tyranids. A blue shock wave incinerated or dismembered many dozens of tyranids but against the swarm it was no match. Their numbers were too great and their speed to fast to effectively quell them.
"TAKE DAT YA GOB SOBBIN IDJITS!" The elderly squat spat as he waved a wrench in the air at the tyranids. His red and blue quilted suit was now stained brown with mud and purple with Tyranid blood from the fighting. It had been going on for four days straight and they already lost several dozen clans and ove ra hundred warrens. Their Baneblades were depleted as were their earthshakers and their Battlefortress class command vehicles were all but gone with only one remaining.
It was only a matter of time now before they were dead.
"AND THATS A GRUDGIN! AND THATS ANOTHER GRUDGIN AND THAT! THAT IS A FOOKIN DOUBLE GRUDGIN!" The elder squat cackled as he fired off a bolt pistol at the encroaching swarm. So far it had only been Termagants, termagaunts, rippers and the odd Carnifex.
"Calm your ass you old fart!" Grendle scoffed as he absently fired off a burst of plasma from his plasma pistol at a ripper that slipped through the automated defenses, ending its life in a spray of purple and flash of blue and white. "Bloody bugs don't understand you."
"I AINT GIVE A SHIT!" The elder squat spat as he fired more ammunition in the general direction of the tyranid swarms.
"Shut your gob Helki you old fart!" A grizzled old female squat snapped as she dragged over a crate of ammunition. "This is the last of it you milk drinkers, after this smash em with hammers and fists, poke em in the eye for all I care just take as many of the bastards with you as possible."
Cheers ran up and down the line at the prospect of taking down the tyranids at any cost. If it meant to martyr themselves killing the bastards then so be it.
Grendle gave a wordless yell as he fired into the endless swarm. Higher and higher the temperature of the gun climbed. 30%, 40%, 68% 83%, 102%. The numbers were now in the red as steam vents along the side of the gun hissed in effort to try and lower the temperature, the coils of the weapon now burning a bright white as the gun's casing began to warp.
A loud reverberating roar echoed through the air as a massive fanged worm decended from the sky. It dove into the very crust of the planet making it crack and splinter, tyranids and squats alike were thrown into the air only to come crashing down hard into the ruins of the world as hot magma bubbled up from below.
"If I'm gonna die its gonna be on ma terms ya nasty bug beasty!" Grendle roared as he jumped over the ruined defence line while firing the gun. A warning light blinked on as a beeping was emitted from the heat monitor now reading 173% as the gun fused Grendle's gloves to his flesh and gun as he fought towards the massive worm like creature yard long dagger like fangs lined its maw as he jumped inside and pulled the trigger. There was a white hot flash of blazing plasma and in an instant Grendle was no more.