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here's the latest additon to my fluff. it's a bit short, but i hope you enjoy it regardless
The thrusters kicked violently as Chapter Master Desmond Felmoor pushed the throttle of the Thunderhawk to its maximum. It had been heavily modified, stripped of all its weaponry in favor of heavier armor and larger engines. Desmond had made the changes himself, for if the smallest part of the modifications were performed incorrectly, it would spell the death of not only himself, but that of his brothers as well.
Behind the modified Thunderhawk, streaks of light streamed towards the Dusk Phantoms transport as the Imperial fleet in low orbit over Palmyra sent fighters screaming towards Desmond’s position. For all the changes made in the Thunderhawk, it simply could not match the speed of the lighter, and faster fighters. The Imperials were catching up and all Desmond could do is hope that the reinforced hull would hold.
“Are the beryllium rods powered up?” Desmond asked as he turned to Sergeant Sayid Khalim, his chief techmarine.
“Charge is at seventy-eight percent sir,” Khalim answered in a voice that belied the worry churning in his gut. He had the utmost faith in his leader, but what Desmond was now attempting was unheard of.
Desmond flexed the gauntlet of his now familiar Mk 8 “Errant” armor. This mission was of the utmost importance, and he would not allow himself to fall short of his goal. The ammunition belts trailing from his wrist-mounted storm bolters clicked softly as his fingers flew over the control panels, simultaneously maintaining the life-support, engines, and armor diagnostics of the Thunderhawk. Lord Carcerus of the Word Bearers was on Palmyra, and he desperately needed the help of the Dusk Phantoms. The fate of Carcerus lay in the hands of the Phantoms, and Desmond entrusted this mission to no one but himself.
Warning klaxons blared as the first of the enemy shots rocked the Thunderhawk, but Desmond turned them off with the push of a button. He knew exactly where the enemy was and he did not need an annoying alarm to tell him of the enemy’s proximity.
“Brother Khalim,” Desmond called out over the roaring engines, “Interface with the vernier engine system. We are going to need that extra speed if we are to reach the surface.”
“Yes sir!” Khalim responded as he plugged his servo arm into the interface unit mounted near the rear of the transport. The frame of the vehicle shuddered as the increased engine output threatened to tear it apart. “Frame is holding sir, but just barely. Beryllium rods at ninety-seven percent,” Khalim announced.
Desmond said nothing and concentrated on the task at hand. He would have to time it perfectly; there was no room for error and even he felt his abilities being taxed to the limit. An explosion knocked the Thunderhawk sideways as engine seven overheated, but Desmond held the controls steady and maintained the course he was on. He uttered a silent prayer to the Chaos Gods, asking that the Thunderhawk withstand the strain for as long as possible.
“Brother Khalim,” Desmond shouted. “On my mark, set engine power to maximum and disengage from the interface console. Three, two, one, mark!”
Khalim increased the engines to their maximum output, uneasily disregarding the safe power levels as he wrenched his servo arm from the socket. The Thunderhawk fishtailed as the increased power forced it forward unevenly, due to the failure of engine seven. Desmond released the controls as more shots slammed into the Thunderhawk’s hull, and pulled himself towards the device Khalim had been charging.
In an explosion of light the Thunderhawk was obliterated, its debris raining from the sky. On the surface below, nine Dusk Phantoms in full terminator armor clustered around Desmond, who smiled with satisfaction at the success of his teleport device.
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Aww man so awesome ^_^ Go Desy! Woohew. He's gonna aid Lord Carcerus, kick the shit out of some Loyalist Lapdogs and gain favor with the Chaos Gods, woohew ^^ What else could a guy want? -
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But honestly it was great.
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