W40K: The Fringe Fighter

They sprinted through the manufactorium halls, and exited. They stopped, however, for they were forced to.

In front of them were several hundred orks, along with several tanks. Our Heroes were stopped dead in their tracks, weapons raised.

In the end, they knew they would never have survived, no matter how well a fight they put up. This especially became apparent as a pair of 'smaller' ork cruisers (smaller as in maybe three kilometers) came in close above them, along with countless crude aircraft.

So, in the end, their luck held.

Third Eye, who had been weakened by his initial meeting with Twilight, stood up straight, and walked out of the protective circle that his friends had formed.

An ork, obviously a warboss, laughed. "Wach ya gonna do, ponnie? You can't do nothing!"

Third Eye shook his head. "No ork, I can't. However, in spite of this, xenos, I will challenge you. One-on-one. You win, you do what you want with my companions. I win, your boys let me and my companions get to our shuttle."

The ork bellowed with laughter. "You got yourself a deal ponnie. Now come on!"

Delicious couldn't believe what he was hearing. Then, he realized what Eye was doing as Twilight let out a gasp.

Twilight retreated to her inner self, throwing up defenses against the warp intruder. Then, a familiar voice hit her. Third Eye's voice. "Twilight, your majesty. Open your defenses. You may not be able to use your powers, but I can."

Just as she let down her defenses, Third Eye began to crackle with power. Bolts of electricity ran across his body, arcing to his staff.

The ork charged. Easily twice the psykers size, it was like being hurtled into a busy road.

With movements that seemed like teleportation mixed with a nothing short of extreme clairvoyance, Third Eye dodged, and hit the ork twice with his staff. Both hits sent the ork reeling, something that seemed impossible from an old pony with a wooden staff.

Third Eye beckoned to the enraged ork. The ork responded with a sprint that would have shattered a battle tank. Third Eye deftly swished his staff, not even dodging. The swish impacted the ork like a mag-train, sending him flying backwards on his back.

The ork quickly got back up, and Third Eye shook his head. The ork, in a deadly temper now, shouted "Ponnie, stop usin' your big stick!"

Third Eye smiled. "Gladly." The staff clattered to the ground.

Delicious felt his jaw fall. Third Eye was venerable, his age unknown to all but himself. Their was no way that that old stallion could possible beat an ork warboss in one-on-one combat unarmed.

The ork charged, his leading hoof a great mechanical claw. Third Eye didn't move.

Delicious, hell, the whole group yelled at him to move. He didn't budge.

The menacing claw came down, aimed to snap Third Eyes neck.

Third Eye calmly raised his hoof, and caught the Power Klaw. All was still for a moment.

The ork, about to explode in anger, screamed "I'm getting sick and tired of this, ponnie!"

Third Eye chuckled, a sound so utterly alien and horrifying that it foreboded what would happen next. He answered "And I too ork."

The ork looked into the eyes of his opponent, and saw not a pony, but something far, far worse.

With all of both his power and Twilights, his super-powered free hoof flew into the ork. The ork disappeared in a blast of crimson vapor. All the onlookers were blasted backward by the explosion. The cruisers were shaken by the turbulence.

After recovering, Delicious looked up at where Third Eye stood. He looked a few years younger and completely untouched by the blast. Stunned orks let the group pass. They reached the shuttle in a stunned silence.

...

Several minutes later, the group was leaving orbit, and the entire ork fleet was on their tail. Redneck shouted a warning.

Delicious swore. "The orks are going to be tough to shake. Any ideas?"

Norse said one. "Yeah, we fight. Redneck, I'm coming up. Head for the ork flagship. I have an idea. Prime weapons."

Norse took the gunners chair, next to Redneck. He was at the controls of all the weapons on the gunship. Not that he needed them.

Redneck looked at the griffon in awe. "What do you think you're doing? You're ordering me to charge an eight-kilometer long, extremely well armed ork ship. In a Thunderhawk. You're mad."

Norse nodded. "How do you think I became a Storm Trooper?"

Twilight walked in, and stood between them. "Wait, we're charging a warship? How well armed? We could be vaporized! We need to retreat, and preferably not die!!!"

Norse shook his head. "Sorry Princess. If you prefer vacuum, the main hatch is the level below us."

Twilight bit her lip. "Fine"

Norse smiled, a rare sight for his battle stricken face. "Good."

The ork warship, massive, started to appear in the viewport. Redneck was sweating. "What do you need me to do?"

"Head for the bridge, if you can find it. Full speed."

The ork cruiser began launching small anti-fighter missiles, which locked on and started following the Thunderhawk. At the same time, the ork admiral hailed them. "Ponnies, surrender now, or die!"

Norse replied in kind. "How about no to both. How about you fall down dead!"

They were extremely close to the ship bow, and in the distance was the massive tower that held the bridge.

The ork replied. "Never ponnie!!! Anyway, why wouldz I?"

They were skimming above ork ship. More and more missiles locked on to them, trailing behind them.

Norse shouted his reply back. "Well, I don't know..."

The bridge had filled up their viewport.

"...maybe because I'M TRAILING MISSILES!!!!"

At the last second, Redneck pulled up, and the dozens of trailing ork missiles slammed with several megatonnes of explosions into the bridge. The tower turned into a fiery fireball, and the Thunderhawk trailed away from the crippled vessel, and launched at full speed away from the greenskin fleet, which was suddenly thrown into bickering at the lose of the ork warlord.

They were safe.