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Chapter 2. Xenos Fight.
There the Terminator stood, it's powerful thunderhammer reeling with energy as it scanned for xenos lifesigns.
"I am Brother-Lieutenant Crimolos of Ultramarines company delta. Can we be of any assistance?" said the terminator, disarming his thunderhammer and slinging it over his shoulder into a holster on his back.
"Step back, step back, quick!" said Travir, a look of panic crossing his face. The Terminator stepped back and Travir and Belanos charged forwards to lift the door off their comrade. They struggled with the door, but could not lift it off their friend, who was slowly choking.
"If you move," said Crimolos quietly, trying to get the guardsmen to move.
"Oh, I get your drift," said Belanos, stepping backwards, dragging a struggling Travir who still wanted to prove his strength. The Terminator hooked his finger underneath the heavy door and effortlessly lifted it and chucked it aside. Travir ran across to Hakos, and, grunting with the effort, dragged the limp body towards the medlab. There they treated Hakos for oxygen starvation, and he was ready to go back to active duty.
An hour later the Terminators had gone out to hunt any living xenos creatures that possibly lived after the first hunt. They had been joined by Tranolos who had regained his strength. They had left the three guardsmen on the bridge to protect the nav database which would lead the xenos threat to all of the planets in the Imperium. They walked into the engine room to check the engines, so they could then order the guardsmen to pilot the strike out of there. As they stepped through the door the inhuman screech of the xenos rang out through the chamber, echoing off the massive engines that could precisely maneuver the cruiser through nomal space. The warp engines were in a different location for security reasons.
They readied their weapons and scanned the area for any cold spots; the xenos.
"There," said one of the brothers, and as he moved his assault cannon to face the foul abomination, he was knocked over by a larger, more powerful creature, a genestealer, an experienced one by the look of it, instead of the low ranking termagaunt he had aimed at. As he lay on the floor, the creature on top of him screaming, Crimolos let rip with his chainfist. The buzzing blade sliced through the toughened carapace which was pockmarked by old bolter impacts. A few of the shells were still imbedded in the chitin. The genestealer split apart down the center as the chainfist tore through it. It fell, still screaming. Out of all the hiding places in the room, tyranids flowed; termagaunts, hormagaunts and genestealers. The Terminators, of which there were ten, all opened fire with assault cannons and bolt pistols. Tranolos slashed one of them apart with his chainfist before blowing another one's head apart with a precisely aimed shot by his bolt pistol. He spun round to see a hole appear in the back of a genestealers head. To his surprise it went straight through and hit a termagaunt in the side. It hissed, ichor flowing from it's chest. The las round had gone through again. It then drilled a hole a foot into the floor before finally dissapating into energy. That could only mean one thing: there was a sniper on the upper balcony. He looked up, just as the sniper opened fire again, slaughtering three 'gaunts with one round. Only one thing could do that. A marine scout with an M41. The defenders of the ship were still alive. As if by fate, he fell, with a long spike protruding from his leg.
"They have spike rifles! Look out!" But it was too late. The 'gaunt had opened fire again, spearing a Terminator through the chest. Even as he fell, Tranolos aimed for the 'gaunt. He spotted him, took aim, and then looked on in amazement as he was punctured by three high power las rounds. They looked towards the scout again, and nearly laughed. He was up again, and back to picking out targets, the spike lying next to him, snapped in half, his blood on the tip of each.
"Scout! You have some unwanted attention! We are attempting to hold them off, but we are losing men quickly. Take out the genestealers, we will take the rest," Crimolos yelled to the scout. He looked to them, and flinched as he saw their Chapter logo. He yelled towards a service corridor, and out of it emerged three scouts, with a flamer, a heavy bolter and another M41 rifle. They took spots on the balcony and opened fire. The flamer, however, ran through another doorway. He arrived two minutes later, after the heavy bolter had set up and opened fire, rapidly cutting the enemy force in half. The flamer scout plugged a canister of promethium into the main tube, and pulled the trigger. Blue-white flame lanced towards the waiting 'gaunts and genestealers. They screamed as the flames bit into them, burning them.
"Let the cleansing flames burn the sin from them," said the flamer scout, and Tranolos looked towards him. Then he reeled backwards as he saw the Chapter markings. There was a black cross tattoed on the man's face. On his shoulder guards the black cross shone again. Black Templar. He looked towards the other scouts. The two snipers had camo cloaks on, but the bolter scout had the black cross on his pads again. What were they doing here? Black Templars on an Ultramarines vessel?