Sorry about this late update, I've been playing a lot of Warhammer lately to report for the Nemesis Crown. So, without further ado, here is part 6 of The Battle of the Rift
Disclaimer: I do not own Warhammer or anything in this story except for the plot
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THE RIFT IMPERIAL FORTIFICATIONS: 1600
Jack sighed. The last attack had been hard on the defenders. A Chimera had been destroyed, several squads completely obliterated, 3 bunkers penetrated and worst of all, several breaches in the fortifications. Just a few minutes ago, Jack had been fighting desperately with the men down below, in the breach in the fortifications. Jack sat and drained his tankard of water. The guard were out of options and he knew it. Everyone knew it. There was no way out for them now. He sighed again. He was going to sell his life here, on a far away planet from his home in the name of the Emperor.
He stood up. If he was going to die, he was going to sell his life dearly.
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TEN KILOMETERS SOUTH OF THE RIFT: SAME TIME
Brother Kormelius of the Crusaders chapter gripped the side of the Rhino tightly as they drove through enemy artillery fire. They were the forward battalion of the Crusaders chapter. 4 Rhinos filled with Space Marines were currently speeding towards the Rift to join the Imperial Forces already there. They had run into this Chaos traitor guard on the way. He twitched with anticipation as they sped closer to the Chaos lines…
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DEEP IN THE RIFT: SAME TIME
More Tyranids swarmed out of the breeding pits deep below the ground. They were going to retake their ancient breeding areas whether the Invaders tried to stop them or not. They would capture new strains, and this world would be theirs, one way or another.
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SEVERAL KILOMETERS NORTH OF THE RIFT: SAME TIME
Lord Agrocapus of the Word Bearers legion advanced forwards with squads of cultists following behind him. He had only kept a possessed squad of Chaos Space Marines with him, and his retinue. He was going to claim this world for the Dark Gods, and they would feast on the flesh of the followers of the False Emperor and the puny Eldar. After they had accepted this offering, he would be granted Daemonhood, and would take his place among the leaders of his Legion. He headed towards the largest gathering of armies: The place called the Rift to the south…
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EAST OF THE RIFT: SAME TIME
Warboss Irontoof only understood a couple of things: Smash, Bash, and most importantly: WAAAAAGH! He had led his forces here and here he would make his army the biggest WAAAAGH! The galaxy had ever seen. He moved his forces towards the biggest concentration of 'Umie forces on the planet: a huge hole in the ground. He was spoiling for a fight, and Gork and Mork have mercy on whoever got in his way.
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THE RIFT ELDAR BASE: SAME TIME
Farseer Tasante looked at the reports with a troubled eye. This was the largest gathering of forces she had seen in one sport in a long time. Reports showed that Humans, Chaos, Orcs, Tyranids, and Eldar reinforcements were all closing in on the same spot: The Rift. For good or for bad, the Battle of the Rift was to be decided within the next 48 hours.
She would not fail. The Eldar would prevail.
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There! That sets the scene perfectly for the next couple of chapters. I expect this story to end within a chapter or two, and the outcome of the final battle will be decided by you readers! So in your reviews, leave the name of the race you want to win, and the race with the most votes will win! See ya!