Slaver's Peril

Slaver’s Peril

By Stuart000X

Fire and brimstone are the fragrances of the day. With ash falling from the skies and the stench of death being carried by the westerly winds from the ruined Imperial Town of Bamborough. The Dark Eldar, lead by their Dark Archon, Yurik, head back to the webway with their prized merchandise.

Standing at the helm of his command raider, Yurik, surveying with his hawkish eyes, studies the green landscape that they are speedily skimming across, barely an inch from touching the tall grass that sprouts from the land. Speeding alongside his skimmer, flew the rest of his Kabal as they clung to the sides of their own raider’s as the ravager’s take up the rear of the flotilla.

Turning to address his Incubi Bodyguards, the Incubi stood to attention for his command ‘A fine stock we have claimed.’ Said Yurik, to underline his remark, groans and pleas of mercy can be heard from the prisoners in their cages ‘She-Who-Thirst’s will be most pleased with what we have to sustain her unquenchable thirst. The mon-keigh make excellent offerings, having plagued most of the galaxy with their foul stench, and to be able breed and spread across the stars like a cancer consuming a limb or a body. Yes, they make good offerings.’ finished speaking; Yurik turned his back on his bodyguards to face the front of his raider.

Baring his shark like teeth into a grin, Yurik smiled at the joyous prospect that is soon to befall the cattle that he has rounded up for She-Who-Thirsts.

Finally reaching the edge of the one of the many cliffs that overlook the forested valley that hides the webway, Yurik along with his Kabal saw that they were not alone. Stalking around the base of the webway in their tall stiff manner and their gauss guns held at the ready, Necrons were swarming all around the site. Tiny insect swarms can be seen flying and latching onto the webway like locusts to a field of crop.

Hovering a few meters off the ground, Necron’s that are attached to the waist in hovercrafts floated together in a three V pattern formation, flying in and out of the forest. ‘Blast!’ cursed Yurik ‘Of all the curses to be inflicted with, the Slaves of the C’tan was one I never dreamed of encountering! No doubt the warp energies given off by the webway awoke them.’ With the webway being the only means of escape, the decision was clear cut as a soul stone.

Flying at high speed, the Kabal flew over the lip of the cliff and down into the valley below, but their descent did not go unnoticed. Seeing them for the first time, the Necrons took aim with their gauss guns and began to fire. Streaks of green zipped past the skimmers, the pilots taking evasive action to avoid being struck by the incoming fire.

Twisting, turning, the Dark Eldar continued to fire. Staring down to the ground, Yurik saw with his Elderish eyes the Necrons in their malevolent forms, seeing them collapse to the ground from their mortal wounds but then being revived by some hidden remedy that he could not fathom.

Bracing against the rails as his raider rocked, Yurik steadied himself as he turned in time to see the smoking ruin of another raider, as it tumbled out of the sky faster than a speeding comet, watching as Dark Eldar and mon-keigh alike fell to their deaths, and their raider smashed into the ground taking some Necrons with it. Cursing under his breath, Yurik watched with grimace as he saw his produce evaporate before his very eyes as they turned to ashes along by the Necron guns.

Finally landing, Yurik leapt off his raider with his bodyguards. Seeing the rest of his Kabal following his example, Yurik started to charge towards the nearest cohorts of Necrons. Turning to face the closest threat, the Necrons began to attack them.

Ducking and weaving his way pass the greenish beams being shot at him; Yurik swiftly equipped himself with his Punisher, poising it above his head in readiness for the assault. Finally within reaching distance, Yurik jumped the gap between him and his foes rolling under the closes Necron’s gun as it shot at him, coming up behind it and slicing it in half, watching it die.

Turning in time to see another Necron about to swing its halberd on him, Yurik’s inbuilt Splinter pistol in his helmet fired a blast of shards into its face, blinding it briefly to allow him to chop its head off. Rushing to finish the rest of the Necron’s off, one of Yurik’s body guard’s came rushing over to him urgently ‘my Lord! Monoliths have been sighted; they are approaching from behind that cliff.’

Pointing towards the nearest cliff, Yurik noted with dissatisfaction the green hue radiating from the peak of the acknowledged cliff ‘They’ll be here shortly my liege’ concluded the body guard ‘Back to the raiders!’ yelled Yurik ‘We must make it to the webway.’

Rushing back with all the haste he could muster, Yurik could see his raider up ahead of him, parking next to a ravager that is firing its Dark Lance towards the pursing Necrons. Finally leaping aboard his raider, the pilot took off immediately for the webway.

Looking at the cliff, Yurik could see the Monolith flying high above the cliff’s peak. With a blaze of white light, the webway activated and a vortex appeared as the Kabal flew into it. Turning in time to see the Monolith reach the top, Yurik saw it power its weapons and struck the webway with green lightning. With seconds to spare, the raider flew into the vortex just as the webway blew up.

Standing upon a plinth, Yurik grinned with glee as he watched his cargo being lead away in chains further into the depths of Commorragh, never to see the light of day again.