Chapter 4: The Dead, the Lost, and the Forgotten

With Cyrek manning the Dark Lance Battery, you mentally hit the thrusters and blast away. In all the vehicles Kuros has flown, at top speed, this is possibly the fastest one. The trip will take exactly 43.26 minutes Kuros mentally notes. As the journey draws to an end you notice the speeding forms of Raider Transports, Reaver Jetbikes, Venom Transports, Scourges, razerwing flocks and several types of fighter jets below and above you.

The outer defenses of the hive have already been breach when you arrive. Kabalite warriors are chasing the terrified populous through the streets. The screams of the dying merging with the screams of Voidraven Bomber engines. You receive and comms message. "This is Alyss, if you are who you say you are I am glad your here. We need support at the inner-sections of the hive. Over."

The message has barely ended when Kuros has to roll the fighter as a beam of darkness streaks past.

"Good, drop anyone not essential for plane operation down in the hive and then thin out their air forces. If you would be so kind." Alyss sarcasticly spits.

Kuros lowers the fighter to about 20 meters off the ground where the Marines repeat the same process as the previous crash site of excessive amounts of cover fire from an inferno charged heavy bolter followed by a guttural howl and an insane charge. Brother-Captain Gregor jumps from the plane. His servo-enhanced limbs keeping his bones from breaking; they do not how ever stop the pavement and bodies he is landing on from doing the same. With a laugh Johansson does the same. Landing with his heavy bolter and braziers burning.

Lifting off again, the warning sirens go off in both Kuros' mind and inside the ship. (Make a piloting roll Aaron to avoid some missiles) At the same moment a stray shot from below punctures through the glass and into Cyrek. He coughs blood "Val I think you might need to take control of this gun."

"Dammit! I can swing an axe alright but guns...well my aim ain't great..."

Val settles into the gunner's position and gets himself oriented with the controls.

You roll the plane beautifully between the two missiles. It is the best you have ever flown, nothing can touch you. When the wing clips the edge of a spire and the plane spirals out of control, your panic sending flairs in every direction. Wrenching on the mental controls you just manage to avoid nose diving into the ground there is however and massive jolt as the bottom of the plane bounces off the pavement.

As Val peers down the ramp into the streets he immediately hears a series off scraping, metal on metal sounds as a hail of splinter rifle fire hits the ship. Braving another look he sees several black armoured warriors perched behind the cover of what once was houses. Standing in the center of the street a humanoid stands. Clad in crystal white armour, carrying a blade bigger than even Vera.

Kuros delves into the ship, engines operational, weapons operational, Hull undamaged, left wing undamaged and then kuros screams as he can no longer feel his right arm.

There is a sick wet noise as the needles simultaneously retract. The pain is immense but once that moment is over you feel better than ever. What surprises you the most is your eyes are not damaged in the slightest.

The white armoured being draws his pistol and tosses it back towards the other warriors. He them motions to Val and then the intervining 40ft. In broken low gothic he screams. "A duel to death."

Provided you have range go ahead and roll.