Tau Online

I thought it was about time for another one of my stories... So here you are!

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The armoured behemoth heaved heavily upon it's large tracks as it slid along the ground. Smoke billowed from the rusty and ancient generators.  The twin mouthed beasts spat death at those nearby whilst the hull mounted heavy bolters chattered their deathly tones in amongst the harsh battlefield tones.

Blood lust was raising at a steady pace within the armoured compartment of the Land Raider. "Pergatus, we near the Imperial lines now!" boomed the tank's driver as he guided the armoured giant towards the fortified trenches of the Guardsmen. Pergatus made his final pre-battle checks with a casual though, his armour was ready.

As he looked down at his taloned fist, a mere thought sent energy coursing through the blades. He smiled warmly as he gripped the grip of his combi-flamer. A slight flick of his trigger finger sent a spark shooting between two ignition plates within the body of the flamer's barrel. Another slight depression and another spark arched across the gap. No more he thought, or he risked sending gorging flames about the Land Raider's cabin.

He felt the suddenly deacceleration as he Land Raider slowed abrutly. He forced the expression of glee from his face as he awaited the lowering of the ramp.

As soon as the first flicker of light cracked the inner red hue of the internal lighting, Pergatus stepped forward closer to the opening. The ramp finally opened enough for him to make his leave of the Land Raider. The sound of the bolter's rapid firing echoed from behind him in the now empty cavernous space that was the Land Raider's transport compartment. He watched as the Guardsmen who had been stationed in the ramps below them tried in vein to mount a stand, only to be cut down by bolter shells as they prepared to fire.

He watched as the last remaining Guardsmen turned to run, only for Pergatus to tore them asunder under a hail of explosive bolts.  Whilst his squad continued the massacre, Pergatus' second in command Falktor moved around to face Pergatus face to face. "Pergatus, why are you frowning?" enquired Falktor, his voice hiding his rage too well. "These Imperials are not worthy of your attention, they lack the will to fight us in combat!" boomed Pergatus. Falktor noticed that Pergatus' lightning claw now was raised, clasping the shattered remains of a dead Guardsmen. "Their flesh is too weak" Pergatus' eyes remained fixed upon Falktor as Falktor watched the limp body slip Pergatus' grasp as they power fields around the claws slipped through the flesh of the human...