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Alexander rushed down the halls of the Spire. Well, as fast as a man at quarter-strength could. Everything had a purple glow to it, as if he were in a B-rated alien movie. He felt like he was, anyways. He then stopped in the middle of the mile-long hallway, suddenly realizing that nobody had given him clear directions! Oh well, he had time…

That was the moment when the Blood Raven strike cruiser decided to commence planetary bombardment. Luckily, it completely missed The Spire, but the earth shook with such force that Alexander was thrown off of his feet. Never mind.

"Computer! Pinpoint the location of my weapons."

"They are right in front of you, sir." Alexander looked to his left to see all of his old tools: his spear, shield, katana, and revolver. Well, now I feel stupid. He thought. "There are also some other humans in this detention area, sir." Alexander turned once again to his left to see six cells, each with one human occupant. They too had horribly atrophied legs, and only one of them had been able to stand up.
"Shall I take the liberty of shocking them, sir?" asked computer.

"Do it." Electricity flashed through the cells, causing the humans' legs to contract violently. Six screams of pain echoed throughout the halls. However, after the smell of burnt flesh began to slowly subside, they began to realize what had just occurred and began to stand up, one by one. The boy who had already been standing up was trying to do squats to augment muscle growth. I like this kid, thought Alexander. He looked about 18, with short, brown hair and brown eyes; he had olive skin. Alexander was reminded of himself before Thermopylae. There was something strange about him, though. Actually, it was something everyone had in common: everyone was radiating warp energy; they were all very powerful nascent psykers! So that's how they survived the cryo-failure. The boy stepped out of his cell first, followed by a man of 30, a 20-year old girl, a 50-year old man who looked like a stereotypical sailor from the 1940's, and two red haired twins that looked about sixteen. The twins had mischievous looks on their faces, as if they were school pranksters.

The first boy spoke first. "Where are we? And where's mars?"

"We are on an unknown planet very, very far away from earth. I have managed to make peaceful contact with the aliens here, who call themselves Eldar," replied Alexander.

One of the redheads spoke up. "So, why is the ground shaking?"

"You, you idiot!" shouted his brother. "I told you not to eat beans before cryo!"

"Ladies, please!" said the sailor. "You both look beautiful. Now," he turned to Alexander. "You were saying?"

"We're under attack, apparently from humans who wish to destroy this entire planet."

"But that's impossible!" exclaimed the boy, horrified. "UN Space code 1162 specifies the illegality of genocide upon any sentient race…"

"For all we know, the United Nations may not exist anymore. In the meantime, we are going to help the Eldar defend their home. Were there any weapons aboard the ship that were scavenged by the Eldar?"

The twins blushed. "Well," one replied, sheepishly. "We did see that there were some AK-57s aboard."

"We happened to nick ten from the weapons storage before cryo!" said the other proudly. They're in our cell."

"Unfortunately, since they were for crowd control more than anything else, no plasma rounds were stored aboard. Only lead projectiles."

Everyone groaned, but there was no complaining.

"Wait," said Hector. "Why did you steal guns in the first place?"

"We wanted to look like badasses in cryo," one of the twins explained.

However, they all knew it was not the time for talking. The Eldar needed all of their help, and the rumbling ground reminded them of the fact that they too would soon be dead if they did not assist the aliens. "Well, what are we waiting for?" asked Alexander. "Let's go do what humanity does best!" With that, he ran down the hallways towards the exit (well, in the direction that he hoped would be the exit) followed by a group of six stumbling psykers armed with outdated weapons about to fight an enemy that they had never seen before.

The entire city of The Spire had become a warzone by the time that the human squad had arrived. Elegant buildings of impossible design burned and crumbled before their feet, and the bodies of dead Eldar lay strewn a few blocks ahead. Alexander led his squad down the street, looking for a fight, and then he saw them. Great hulking figures clad in red armor were 1000 yards away, roasting Eldar to a crisp with massive flamethrowers.

The young boy looked about ready to burst. "We outlawed flamethrowers for a reason. According to UN Law Code section…"

"What's your name, boy?" asked Alexander

"Hector." He replied. My father was on the Security Council at the UN.

"Well listen, Hector. These people seem to be genocidal maniacs. They probably don't even wash their hands. I don't care how many codes they break. Take this gun, point it at them, and rock and roll. Got it?"

"Yes, sir," he replied.

"Good." Alexander saw the brutes about to kill an Eldar female. That set him off, and he himself almost wanted to cite UN regulation, but instead he just said one word; a word which he had said many times before. "Fire!" The line of 7 humans became a blazing line of pure death. However, they were 1000 yards away, so it didn't do any damage. It did, however, get their attention.

Lieutenant William Constantine felt a bullet bounce of his armor, right as he was about to decapitate another filthy xenos creature. They had no right to live, and it was his job as a Blood Raven in accord with the Iron Hands, to eliminate the aliens from this planet. Fortunately, these xenos were more backwards than their craftworld cousins, and had no weapons that could pierce their power armour. However, this stray bullet did have enough force to knock his hard off track, causing his killing to blow to miss, giving the alien time to escape. From this distance, he could see it was a small group of humans, wielding primitive firearms and firing at his battle brothers. What heresy is this? He wondered. "Gabriel, James, eliminate the heretics!"

Two of the Blood Ravens turned and began to charge the heretics. It would all be over soon.

Alexander saw that the bullets were merely ricocheting off of the warriors, so he began to load his gun.

"Sir, do not load the plasma rounds. The extended cryo-time may have made them volatile. I will begin making sure they are safe. In the meantime, use lead bullets."

Alexander groaned. It wasn't going to do much, but he loaded his revolver and fired, though the recoil nearly knocked his arms out of his sockets.

To those who don't know, the 500 Smith and Wesson Magnum is (or was) the most powerful handgun on earth, shooting a 500 caliber bullet with a ridiculous amount of force. However, the bullet completely missed, zooming over one of the brute's heads. Come on! thought Alexander. You are a Unites States Sniper; you've taken out targets from further away in high wind. The head is their only weak point. Hit it! Alexander focused again; the warriors were only 300 yards away at this point. He steadied his hands, pulled back the hammer, and fired again. The bullet flew true, knocking the first brute's helmet off and knocking him to the ground. Boom! He fired again, this time into the Space Marine's exposed eye socket, causing his head to explode.

James stopped and stared in disbelief at the sight of his dead battle brother. What sort of technology could have done that? The anger built up inside of him, and James, with a shriek of rage, closed the distance and leapt at the heretic leader with enough force behind him to break his skull.

Alexander saw the brute leap at him and brandished his spear and held it in front of him, hoping to skewer the warrior. However, the armor was too strong, and Alexander's spear snapped in half like a twig. He threw himself to the ground and felt the warrior zoom above his head, barely missing him. Alexander then drew his katana and shield. The brute did likewise, except for the fact that his sword looked and sounded much more like a huge chainsaw. Alexander struck first, feinting a blow and then elbowing the warrior in the face. However, that only managed to cause a painful bruise, and Alexander nearly broke his elbow. The brute retaliated, swinging his sword in a deadly arc aimed at his head. Alexander raised his katana to block the blow, but his katana, like his spear, broke in half. He was starting to become angry. The katana embodied the spirit of a samurai warrior, and now, Alexander's honor had been profoundly wounded. Shouting with rage, he attempted to crack the brute's skull with a shield bash, though after twenty hits to the head, (the marine just stood there, laughing) he did not even flinch! The brute raised his hand and brought them down on Alexander, so he raised his shield. Big mistake. The force from the blow was so powerful that the shield shattered into four pieces, the once elegantly-painted work of art was destroyed in an instant. Something snapped inside of Alexander. The shield was the most important part of a Spartan's equipment; it was an extension of his soul. Alexander flew into a rage, rushed the Space Marine, and bounced off of his armor. He also managed to give himself a concussion in the process, so he blacked out immediately, with feelings of shame and humiliation swirling around his badly bruised head.

While this one-sided duel was happening, Hector and co. were running for their lives from the Space Marines, with the ground shaking beneath their feet. But then, he heard a shout of rage and pain, so he turned around to watch Alexander bounce to the floor and faint. That made Hector realize that there was no point in retreating. They had to enforce UN regulation, regardless how outdated it was!

"Everyone, about face!" he shouted. Everyone stopped and stared at him.

One of the twins spoke up. "Are you mad!?"

"Perhaps, but there's nothing we can do. The city is surrounded, so we might as well go down fighting.

"Hector's right," said the sailor. "Live show these…monsters what we can do."

"Now everyone fix bayonets!" Everyone pressed the bayonet button on their rifles, and wicked spears suddenly extended from the barrels. "Charge the bastards!" And with that, the group of 6 idiots began to run at the red-armored warrior, shouting, "For UN Space Code 1162!"

Now, time to answer some reviews!

Kit- In case you haven't noticed, the general is the emperor, and Alexander was a psychic black hole, so warpfire would bounce off of his shield due to his abilities.

Oplindenfep- Of course I'm showing an incredible disregard for history; that's what writing fanfiction is all about!

SciFiFan96- Thank you, but these exodite Eldar do not have early detection systems, and I will.

Remember, you can ask the characters any questions and I will try to answer them!

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