It was a cold early morning as the sun rose from the horizon. The warmth that it brings to the moist air. Out in the distance — Shone a luminescent blue tint of glow. Aemylth could feel its cool breeze passby the epidermis of skin. Her hair flung around in the air as she speeds up to the rendezvous point where the rest of her kin was stationed. She was lucky to find the coordinates to their webway. Otherwise, Aemylth would have been stranded.
Alone, without any contact from her fellow Aeldari kind. Thankfully though; she was able to detect it's database — despite the craft being wholly burned. The data within it was saved somehow. Nevertheless, Aemylth hurridly drove the bike to full speed as she draws nearer to her destination.
She sees the support platforms appearing bigger as she sights the first structures of HQ. Stopping momentarily at exactly 3 meters away from it. So she wouldn't have to pass the mine-field that were meant to propel the Mon'Keighs with red-coats. It was rumored that they can go on par with out with both our rangers and striking scorpions.
But she isn't a barbaric brute with a dusty red coat, Aemylth is a proud Aeldari. She would signal the guardian that she is alive. He quickly notices but it to her surprise it was not someone to pick her up but instead it was Elris, her closes friend. That responded the quickest. She ran to her in upmost speed — avoiding the mines spread across the field. That's a ranger for you.
"Aemylth! I heard that your craft was destroyed! Where are the-" Aemylth showed her a bag of soul stones.
"I'm whats left of it..."
"Oh... wait, isn't this vehicle belonged to the Mon'Keigh?"
"Indeed it is. A human came and offered me his bike. I quickly learned how to use it since their transportations are the most simplest and crude."
"*Sigh* Then come with me and leave that... bike here... Also that burned wood you have hanging on your waist."
"Hmm... No, I'll might keep as a souvenir." She smiles as she glances at the wooden figure.
"Haa~ Fine but make sure that doesn't mould in our chambers." Warned Elris. Aemylth nods approvingly.
Soon a few aspect warrios from the dire avengers shrine came to them. They escorted them and retrieve the soul stones that Aemylth was carrying as they went inside the webway. She quickly meets up with her fellow Banshees.
At the webway assembly.
A council of seers and Exarchs are gathered once more discussing for the next battle plan. Autarch Frakon and Farseer Ylgard were sitting among them — right in the middle of a fire-fight of words. It didn't matter for everything was going what he had expected it would. The Mon'Keigh being busy with the new threat.
Thanks to the arrival of the Krork. All, he needs to do is to fool both the greenskins and the Mon'Keigh while minimizing the death-toll of our warriors. Though he had been pondering as to create a temporary alliance with the Mon'Keigh if things go out of hand. Nevertheless, Frakon would still take the initiative to attack so long as his race remains safe from harms way. He would play all his cards if things were to be dire if he was in the losing side. Though it didn't matter how many lives would loss. When victory comes to shove, always strike from whence they come.
Indeed, fighting both sides would cost an entire shrine temples worth of warriors. Frakon needs to end this needless battle for the sake of all the Aeldari in their craftworld. They can't back down now. Not while there are too many foes that could potentially interfere with Eldar peace.
"If things go on, then the necrons would awaken for sure!" A farseer yelled. Banging his hands on the holo-projector.
"Nonsense! They haven't even found the entrance to their catacombs yet! All we need to do is annihilate both the Mon'Keigh and the Krorks!"
"But what would happen if the Krorks were the ones that disturb our old nemisis slumber? What then would we have a reason other than to stop some lowlives just because they have awoken a decrepit threat that have slept for more than 60 million years?"
"ENOUGH! We are staying to destroy the Mon'Keigh and leave this forsakened system. Dismiss."
They all left the room as soon as Frakon told them to. Now thats left was only him and Ylgard who stayed. He raised an eye to him.
"Why are you still, Farseer? Don't you have matters that require your presence."
"I've only stayed behind because I have something important to tell you, friend." Ylgard said grimly.
"What is it then?" Frakon asked curiously as he wanted to know what bothered the Farseer.
"I have sensed something off when we were fighting the Mon'Keigh during their sudden counter-attack at our HQ when they unleashed their titan."
"Your point being..."
"Among the humans that were running — one of them have... a peculiar aura. As if they were a psyker."
"What are you implying?" Frakon inquired to Ylgard but he remained silent. Not only one minute later he finally speak but it didn't sound positive.
"If that human remains un-notice then this world be infested with daemons..."
*****
Within HQ.
Col. Trajan is alone in his quarters; his office to be precise. Overseeing the bustling drills that he can see through the glass window. Contemplating if he should focus on his efforts on the orks who arrived so sudden. Or he could continue his assault on the eldar if ever reinforcements make in time. Things aren't as pleasant as seems to be. Then, he hears someone knocking on his door. Trajan puts down the amasec rum glass as he sits down on his chair. Hands intertwined as he took a deep breath.
"You may come in." He said indistinctively. Then the doors were open. The person that came out was a female guardsman that has the rank of major. Her name was MAJ. Vanessa Ingrin.
"Morning, Colonel. I have come to report on the current situation at the front."
"Does it concern about the eldar or the orks?"
"Unfortunately both."
"Then tell of its contents."
"Well where do I start?"
"Orks first then eldar."
"Yessir. From what we have gathered — the 1st heavy company and armored company of the 2nd battalion are currently stationed at the valley where they stand. Along with the cadian shock troops and catachan jungle fighters." She said nonchalantly while placing down a few documents on my desk.
"*Sigh* Have your battalion take care of the orks and eradicate them as soon as possible. Then what about the eldar..."
"They are no signs of activity in the eldar side. Really, it is as if they've given up since the orks made planetfall. What are they up to?"
It was what he fears. The eldar have been acting strangely again. It has kept me anxious for the past few months. Although the arrival of the greenskins haven't improve that feeling. In fact it just makes him more pent up and frustrated. If they had etiquette time to defeat the eldar before the greenskins came. An entire regiment of 9,000 troops would be fine fighting the orks alone but a third party then things will be difficult to manage. A single battalion of 3,000 would have been fine to deal the eldar. However, everything had to go down hill when the greenskins decided to show up and ruin everyones day.
"How is our distress call been doing? Have there been any response back in Hadria."
"No my lord. There hasn't been."
"Drats..." He hissed to himself. "Have the tech-priest order their skitarii rangers to keep an eye on the eldar. If there is anything that is suspicious, kill it without hesitation and have 2 companies at the ready to intercept the eldar as an early warning force."
"Is that all sir?"
"Yes, you are dismissed."
"Right!" She saluted and leaves the room.
Trajan was now alone again in his office. Silence immediately takes over the chambers within the HQ of the imperial guard Colonel. He had a lot to think and he has to think carefully if his regiment were to remain alive.
*****
At the valley
The 1st heavy infantry company and armored company are now fighting the orks in an intenes fire-fight. A storm of crackling lasers and bolter shots emit the battlefield each time an ork is seen. Orks charge at the ceaseless fusillade guardsman hell-bent on holding the line. Commissar Ironfang is in the front, fighting side by side with her fellow soldiers who die for the sake of the emperor. A barrage of salvos coming from the basilisk artillery increase the amount of shells they fire when they recieved new supplies.
Both Cadians and Catachans hold the flanks of the hadrians who take on the brunt of the fighting. Wave after wave of orks never gave the guard a room to breathe. All they want is to fight conintuously until there is nothing left.
Castor and his squad were the second line to meet the orks head on. While in the front trench hold the 1st heavy infantry. despite being in the middle-last, that doesn't mean you wouldn't be shot by a gretchin. He sees the endless waves of the green tide repeatedly charging at them. Occassionally, one or two more orks would enter our lines and cause havoc. Luckily, thats what the second and third is supposed to do. Kill off any enemy that would penetrate the first line of defense then let the secone line fill in the blank.
He stares blankly at the front and what he saw is a mass of green orks deck out in junk. All rushing towards us in unrelenting fury. So goes the battle.