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This is a little something I've been writing based on my Dark Angels army during the MedV campaign. Problem is, I can't think of what to do next. Ergo, ANY help will be most appreciated. Thanks.Night Stalkers
The Thunderhawk glided through the thin air with ease, the same as it had done throughout the journey. The skies of Medusa V had become somewhat more violent in the last few days, with several small skirmishes taking place there between the Imperium and groups of Eldar. The last thing Icarus wanted was battle, though, and little did he know that it was soon to be upon him.
Icarus leaned through the large hatch into the cockpit. He was a large man, even for a Space Marine, and his heavy frame struggled to fit through the door with his Terminator Armour on. "ETA to Sybilla Tertius?", he asked, beginning to become impatient.
"30 minutes sir, we're passing over the Quarantine Zone just now", the pilot replied, flicking a couple of switches in the process. Icarus sat down again, staring out of the window at the approaching Warp Storm. This planet would die, within months if not weeks. The Imperium, though no man would admit it out loud, was crumbling, and where was Icarus, and another 99 marines? A planet that was already as good as dead.
Suddenly the transport banked involuntarily to the left sharply as the first laser hit home, throwing Icarus and another 14 marines to the other side of the Thunderhawk, crashing into their Battle-Brothers. The shift of weight through the transport off balance, and it began to plunge towards the ground. Icarus glanced out the window, barely able to make out the Eldar position before another laser hit the Thunderhawk. This time it blew a hole in the ship's port hull, almost going right through to the other side. The Thunderhawk began to stabilise, and started to glide towards the ground. "Get your equipment!" Icarus roared. He stood and ran to a cabinet. The plastiglass had shattered, but the weapons were unharmed. Icarus took all of his ammo, and fitted it. He then took a selection of grenades, and made his way to an escape pod. The techmarines ushered the Terminators into their assigned escape pods, while the pilots began the ships descent.
They were almost on-top of the Eldar position now; Icarus wanted to surprise the Xenos. He grabbed his hand vox and opened communications. "This is Grand Master Icarus; all undamaged Thunderhawks continue on course for Sybilla Tertius. All damaged Thunderhawks, make a landing here, and issue drop pods on my command!" He waited a few moments as his troops clambered aboard their Drop Pods, and then re-opened communications, "Repent! For tomorrow you die!" he roared, "Attack!" Icarus clenched his fist, the lightning claw unsheathing itself. He smiled, and flicked the drop switch.
The Drop Pod shook as it plummeted toward the ground, and it felt as if it were about to rip apart and leave the Space Marines inside to fall to their death. They did, somehow, manage to miraculously stay in one piece, and succeed in carrying their deadly cargo into battle. The pod shook violently as it hit the ground, the reverse thrusters stopping it from burying itself under a foot of rubble.
The hatches blew open, and the Marines rushed out into the blood drenched arena of death that awaited them. An Eldar War Walked began to cumbersomely turn towards them, and it fired upon the Drop Pod, incinerating it completely. The return fire from the Assault Cannon armed Terminator on Icarus' right smashed the cockpit apart, ripping the pilot to shreds in a shower of blood and bone. Eldar Rangers were closing on their position now, and they soon opened fire upon the Marines. Icarus rolled behind the wreckage of the Drop Pod as the Terminators returned fire. The Terminators too were forced into the cover of the mangled Drop Pod, even though not one of them had fallen in return for 10 Eldar casualties. On Loteros right were the two Assault Cannon armed Marines, both of them waiting for the Eldar to cease their torrent of deadly fire. The Eldar did, and the Terminator emerged, weapons blazing. The rest of the squad began to move towards the xenos filth, weapons spitting fiery death upon the Emperors foes. Icarus charged, cutting a bloody swath through the now bemused Eldar. When the Assault Cannons stopped firing, and Icarus stood still, he was surrounded with the bodies of fallen warriors.
The Terminators began to move towards the nearest Thunderhawk. It had crashed only a few seconds after the Eldar first opened fire, it's smouldering remains providing cover for a squad of Neophytes. Though Icarus knew that they could only become a Space Marine through surviving battle, he was sorry that it had to happen this way. There were the remnants of several Marines scattered throughout the wreckage. The Neophyte snipers opened fire on a group of unseen enemies, apparently close to the enemy lines. Icarus ran among the group, talking to each man individually, convincing him that they would win. The sound of weapons fire intensified, drowning out all other sounds like an almighty storm.
"Icarus!" one of the men shouted. Icarus stood, and soon saw the cause of distress.
An Eldar Grav tank came up over the hill, straight towards the Marines.
"Hit the ground!", Icarus roared as the Fire Prism barely missed. He nodded to one of the Terminators, who rose barely above the wreckage to open fire. He did so fervently, but Icarus only heard the sound of the round bouncing off of the Eldar tank. He peeked over the metal barricade to see the tank barely 3 meters away. Its main weapon was almost fully charged. Icarus made his peace with the Emperor, and jumped the barricade, running towards the damned vehicle, his claws drawn. The whine of the prism now ringing in his ears, Icarus knew he couldn't make it. The whine was replaced by an almighty crash, embers licking at Icarus face. The tank was now little more than a metallic cube, it's blasphemous majesty forever destroyed by the might of the Emperor. Icarus looked up to see the silhouette of Isaac against the setting sun.
I do like this, its very descriptive and Icarus seems a very unusual Space Marine given that he did not want battle.
You may possibly want to touch upon that again if you continue his adventures, Space Marines with more on their minds than violence and hatred in the name of the Emperor could have great character potential.
In one BL book a terminator jumps... I can't remember now which one though.
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