The sounds of servo-arms and machines filled the room. You could hear flesh being repaired with metal. The smell of burnt flesh and oil was like a pungent warning of the gruesome scene. Brother Elphial, badly wounded, lay one the operating table at the machines and medics did their grisly work. His face had a deep gash down and across his left eye, he was missing most of his right arm, and the power armor they were removing from his body was rent my massive talon marks.
The Salamander Captain walked into the room with the inquisitor, who looked grim, even for the Inquisition. "Marine," started the inquisitor, "My name is Inquisitor Dymiro. I am here to eradicate this zenos infestation but we need to know the events that transpired today. You are the only survivor of you detatchment, am I correct?"
The marine opened his one good eye, and with a change of expression replied in a flat tone, "My name is Elphial of the Salamander Guardians. I am the last of my unit."
"Is that so?" the inquisitor began. "Then tell me of the events that transpired. Was it that you were outnumbered? Why did you not call on any aid?"
Brother Elphial sat up slowly and looked the inquisitor directly in the eyes. "Yes, we were over run buy the Tyrnaids. We had intel that a small detachment of the horde was heading in our direction and we moved ourselves to intercept. At first it seemed like just a small group moving forward on their own, but we thought it strange that these small xenos were alone. Initially they were no threat and we were killing them with ease. Until the beasts came out from hiding. How we couldn't see them, I don't know, but they were massive. The one was spewing forth the smaller ones from its birthing sac while the tyrant advanced upon our lines. The creatures threw themselves at us in droves, even through the vegetation that was eating them along the way, they just did not care. Our other unit started to behave erratically, several of them hitting the ground as if they were evading an attack. Even I could feel the dread emanating from the monsters. were unleashed hell upon them, but the attacks seemed to have little effect on that monsters hide. As he got closer, our bodies were wracked with a fiery pain. I could hardly move other than convulse. Then as the great beast got near, he let out a scream, but one not from his maw. It was as if it was coming from inside our own heads. It was head-splitting and several of my battle brothers fell dead from hemorrhaging. Captain Ithicris, the mightiest among us, stepped forward and dueled the tyrant, but the tyrant was to strong. In one bite, he came down upon the Captain's head. The beast seemed to revel in this act, as if this was the goal. He continued to wade through our force with the smaller creatures underneath him. I was tossed aside like a doll. The last thing I remember is the thunderhawk's engines, then I awoke here. It was too swift for us to call for aid. We fought but failed."
"Yes, that much is clear." stated the inquisitor. "We must be on the look out for more aggressive attacks such as this. Captain Leonemedes, Do what you will with your soldier. I am going to prepare for this xenos threat."
"Very good, Inquisitor." the marine replied as the inquisitor exited the room. The captain turned to the injured marine. "That man is an arrogant pain. You will be reassigned to a new unit. I am sorry for the loss of our comrades, but you fought well. We found many dead xenos on the battlefield. Report for your reassignment as soon as you are repaired."
"Yes, sir."
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