A lone space marine clad in armour the colour of dried blood with black trimming and fresh blood red shoulder pads, knee pads and fists knelt in the centre of a circle of torn and broken space marine of similar colouring. There were many Imperial Guardsmen bodies in the mix too.
The marine knelt on one leg with his head resting against the bottom of the hilt of a chain-sword covered in non-human blood. In his other hand was a clean power sword waiting to rip through the flesh of the emperor's enemies.
To his left was a space marine bike, its engine still warm from the trip here.
A massive cloud of dust appeared on the horizon, getting closer by the second. Soon the figures of bulky, crude wheeled creations were visible.
The marines stood. His skin was dark brown, his toped by the dark red hair found on the heads of many people from the planet Daggairos.
His shoulder pad bore an image of a scorpion's tail and stinger within a black triangle. The symbol of the Doom Scorpions chapter.
He turned to charging Ork vehicles, opened his mouth and shouted, "Halt, Xenos scum! Halt or you will suffer a slow death for this!"
They did not stop, but as they sped towards him the marine saw that while they made huge dust cloud, that was because they were mostly wartrukks and wartraks. And behind them were thousands of black, skeletal forms, most floating as chased the Orks, who were never known to run in fear.
The marine's comm unit buzzed as a voice sounded from it.
"Captain Merrik, respond! This is Captain Horen! Respond, damn you!"
Merrick lifted his comm unit to his mouth and said, "Horen, there is a large force of Ork vehicles being pursued by a least a thousand Necrons. I am the only survivor of my company and the Guardsmen regiments have also been killed."
"What? I'm bringing in all our forces."
"Negative. Just send one thunderhawk to pick me up then begin evacuation. There will be even more Necrons coming from those Monoliths in the rear of their forces which will each bring at least four hundred more troops with them." Merrick hissed as he rushed to his bike.
He revved the bike engine as he took off as fast as his armour-covered bike could move over the desert sand dunes. He topped a large to dune to find a force of Necron Tomb Spiders and Destroyers moving towards him.
He spotted the silhouette of a thunder hawk off to the right. He turned in time avoid a barrage of energy shoots from the floating Destroyers.
Then one was ahead of him. It turned around at the waist and attempted to give him a taste of its weaponry. He sideslipped the green energy and got into position right behind the Destroyer.
Then he opened up with his bike's bolters, the explosive bullets tearing into whatever type of xeno-tech kept that unholy monstrosity aloft.
It fell to the ground with internal explosions ripping it apart.
There was the Thunderhawk, speeding towards him. It opened up with its long range weapons, blasting the Necrons pursuing him.
The Thunderhawk swung around in time so that it was along side Merrick. The bulkhead door slid open and a space marine leaned towards him, hand out stretched.
Merrick brought his bike as close as possible. The energy shots were getting more accurate.
Merrick jumped from his bike, gripping the hand of his fellow Doom Scorpion.
The pilot swerved the gunship up, nearing making Merrick lose his grip. Together with the help of the other marine, Merrick pulled himself into the Thunderhawk. The door slammed shut.
"Well that was hard. For a second I didn't think you'd make it in." Merrick looked up at the grinning face of his closest comrade, Terminator Sergeant Dorgen.
The grin disappeared at the grim look of the Company captain.
"My friend, we have just lost the key to reach our capital, Holy Terra. The way is open, and I fear that those unholy machines will come in force. And if they succeed, we are all lost."