Commander kovington walks over with his helmet off revealing his eyepatch and ugly scar "Tempastor where do you need me?"

[i]Timothy hung upside-down, secured in his seat harness. The ship was inert, unmoving, but it wailed with the fire of crippled engines and furious alarms. Timothy scanned the bay around before unbuckling himself and maneuvering around the debris and dead bodies to the armory. The lifeless vessel swallowed the light of the fires within the hull. The ship crashed and halted on a gradient, sloping the corridors to the sides. Timothy put his hand on the wall to steady himself and keeping himself upright. The walls were chillingly cold. No longer did they vibrate with the mechanizations of space-faring engines. Now, they were silent, like the carcass of animal. The armory door was sealed tight, but the wall next to it was torn open by a rogue girder.[/i] "Jesus... Hope there're others out there luckier than I am..."

[i]His luck was short, sadly. The quiet of the dead ship was broken by the slow clanking of the Necron machines approaching him. The ship had been torn in half during the crash, separating him from the front half of the frigate. The area beyond the armory opened in a crude chasm, allowing free passage to the toxic surface. Luckily for him, the ship's life support system was ran through multiple computers, and the computer in his sector had miraculously been untouched. His time was running out. Although they were slow, the Necrons would very soon be upon him, and Emperor knows what they had in store for him.[/i]

"Fight or flight?" [i]Timothy quizzically whispered to himself as he scrambled to gather weapons and munitions. Leaving the ship meant certain death. Staying inside guaranteed a firefight, one in which the odds were certainly not in his favor. He hopped to the life support systems and looked for any sort of breathing mask or apparatus he could use to safely exit the vessel. The necrons were drawing near, but he found a rebreather. Not a permanent solution, but one that will last him an hour or two.[/i] "Flight it is." [i]Timothy armed himself with the newly acquired rebreather mask, a pair of silenced pistols, a few cans of VX and tear gas, and his muzzled rifle. He zipped up his suit to ensure no skin showed and prayed to a god he didn't believe in before exiting the armory. [/i]

[i]Call to arms....[/i] [i]How many today?[/i] [i]Can't see the future, dumbass.[/i] [i]You...just called yourself dumb.[/i] [i]Shut up.[/i] [i]Yes sir.[/i] Python looks around frantically, pulling his pistol. He runs up to the Tempastor. "Where do want me, ma'am?"

"We gotta get you to the surface! Get to the dropships with the rest!"

He nods and runs towards the hangar.

[b]Python boarded a dropship packed full of Stormtroopers, which then zoomed towards the surface. Unlucky for them, they were shot right in the engine. The craft turned into a giant ball of smoke as it plummeted away from the other gunships and into the surface.[/b]

He helped nearby troopers to their feet as he began to regain his bearings. Python looks around, debating bailing from the gunship, but they were too high up, he would take severe damage from falling. [i]Wait for the thing to crash?[/i] [i]Bail? No, that'll really mess me up. [/i]

[i] The gunship withered and died as it fell into the sand, killing a number of the troops, the lucky who lived had only done so by landing upon the bodies of their comrades. They were still too weak to stand, or fight, for that matter. Their bodies simply couldn't allow it. Python had found himself in a way that put him in certain trouble. The door had slammed open during the crash, sending him flying into the nearby sand, a chunk of the craft impaling him right through the chest. It was a wonder he was still alive. But he wouldn't be for long. As he looked up to see where he could have possibly landed, you could say that irony struck, seeing as he was face to face with the Necron legion. Hordes and hordes of the deathless machines stood above him. There was no escape. His fate was sealed, his death was now. But the God of humanity decided otherwise. Not today. As his eyes were about to close shut for good, a flash of flames kept them open, striking him with curiosity. The slowly clanking of Necrons halted. And was instead met with an equal clanking. Sand turned to glass under the feet of these [url=http://i.imgur.com/Uo2cHmm.jpg]olden warriors[/url], their [url=http://i.imgur.com/1GFil5e.jpg]rustic suits of armor[/url] exhuming an aura of flames- holy or unholy -that shrouded their bodies in a burning shield of damnation. The silent legion wielded what seemed, to the untrained eye, as basic as Imperial Guard weaponry could be. Yet the weapons wielded by these damned warriors were all but normal. The streams of laser fired by the damned revenants of the Solar Auxilia were like the breath of Void Dragons, the rapid-firing doom plasma bolts shredded through any necron that stood in the bolt's way, burning through them like acid spit moving through air. Sprouts of otherworldly melta heat waves were intensified by the revenant army's ghoulish energy. Gauss bolt after gauss bolt struck their armor, it was worthless. They were the rocks upon which the Necron tide broke. Standing silent, unbreakable, unrelenting. The necron clashed against them with all of their might, but to no avail. They didn't fall, no matter what would hit them. And they wouldn't stop until anything green, glowing and metallic in sight was reduced to oblivion. Their numbers seemed ever growing, like an unending armada of revenants, spreading through their weaponry the wrath of the Emperor.[/i]

He coughs a bit, spewing anti-matter in front of him. It burned the sand into glass as he started to work at the piece of metal in his chest. Python starts pulling, eventually getting the metal out of his chest. The wound was closing, fast, but sparking like crazy. He slowly stood, grabbing his pistol off his belt and checking it. Afterwards, he starts to limp to cover.

[i]The Necron offensive began faltering against these undying phantoms, whose weaponry was powerful enough, and musically charged, to even kill Necron beings. They fought in retreat, abandoning their grounds and escaping, leaving only the bloodied crew of the gunship alone with the damned warriors.[/i]

He limps towards the phantom fighters that saved his life, showing his palms.

[i]They payed him no mind. Their task was over. They had performed their duty in fealty of the God-Emperor. They had saved the men of the Imperial Guard. They had protected imperial citizens. Such is the duty of the selfless soldier of the Solar Auxilia. In life, and in death. As quickly and unexpectedly as they appeared, they began disappearing, one after the other, keeping the same eerie silence from the beginning.[/i]

Several Soldiers stare at you blankly, awaiting instruction.

"Get to the Valkyries. We need people on the surface."

They disappear instantly to join the fight.

[b]The wings of Valkyries reach the barren, sandy surface of the lifeless planet, throwing out waves of Stormtroopers on the soon-to-be battlefield.[/b]

[b]Alexis runs to the bridge to find out what she should we doing[/b]

"You!" [b]shouted, looking back at Alexis.[/b] "Get down to the ship holds, get into a transport and get down to the surface, Pronto!"

"Yes ma'am!" [b]Alexis runs to the hold and gets in a ship[/b]