Warriors from the Sky
There was the deafening rumbling sound of the drop pods, burning in the atmosphere as they plummeted towards the infested planet of Janis Prime. They plunged downward at an incredible rate, vaporizing anything getting too close to them. There were seven in total, seven squads of Space Marines. They were about to bring swift death to the enemies of the Emperor.
McClau sat in his seat, strapped in waiting for the battle to come. As he looked around at his battle brothers, he felt honored by their presence. Then McClau began to speak.
"When we became Space Marines," he began, "We took an oath."
"Protect the Emperor until our dying breath," all of the space marines responded in unison.
"These foul Tyranids have come to defile, this planet, and curse it with their stench. They have come to challenge the Holy Emperor of Man himself, by bringing forth this onslaught. We have answered their call for a challenger. We the Adeptus Astartes, we are the Space Marines of the Brass Hawks 2nd Company, and we will utterly and completely destroy these foul Xenos that have chosen to bring the Emperor's wrath upon themselves. There is no hope for them. There will be no peace. There will be no respite. There will be no mercy. We will suffer not the alien to live!"
With a sudden roar the Drop Pods slammed into the surface, and a wave of debris and shots from the mounted storm bolters erupted from the drop pods, killing anything within a hundred meters of the DZ (drop zone.) The space marines they held inside charged out and began firing wildly into the sea of Tyranids. Then the Land Raiders pulled up and spilled their deadly cargo of Terminators. All of them hacked and slashed their way through the Tyranid lines plunging deeper and deeper into the sea of the foul xenos, getting ever so closer to the Hive Tyrant. Closer to victory.
The marines themselves were glowing in a brilliant gold as they unleashed a hellish furry from their weapons, but the most spectacular of all was the Librarian. His staff pulsating with bright blue energy, sent lances of incredible power across the desert into his unsuspecting victims. He spun his staff over his head and leaped into the air with astounding skill, and slammed into the ground, plunging the bottom of his staff in the sand, and sending shock waves of energy in all directions, atomizing hundreds of the foul abominations.
The Space Marines charged forward as a whole, and went deeper and deeper into the heart of the swarm. Captain McClau cut a warrior in two with his power sword, when he saw his prize for the first time. It was massive, easily twice as big as a land raider. There it stood before the captain and the squads with him. The Hive Tyrant stood there, gnashing its razor sharp teeth, roaring loudly. It charged forward as the Marines began to fire. Now the battle is getting intrusting.