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"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]
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[i]His escape didn't last very long, however. The broken vessel didn't leave many ways from which to exit, especially after the floor gave out under his weight. He tumbled end on end through the debris, probably a miracle that he hadn't been viciously impaled on a loose beam of Ceramite. His chute ended as he crashed into the sand, his rebreather still stuck to his face. 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. 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 olden warriors, 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]
