W40K: The Fringe Fighter

"So wait, what the hell are these things!?" shouted Delicious as he walked toward the bridge of the Fire with the Eldar Lieutenant.

"They are ancient machines, before even my race walked among the stars. They made war with my ancestors, but we drove them away. They slept for eternity, and we thought them gone, but now, in the past few hundred years, they have been coming back. They had supreme technology, and were bent on destroying all life. Once they almost did so, they simply dissappeared. Now, with the galaxy full of life again, there back."

Delicious stopped only to open the bridge door. Immediately, he began barking orders. "Alright! We need to pull everyone off the planet. Prime weapon systems. I want everything we've got to blast them."

The Lieutenant shook her head. "That will do nothing. They are too powerful."

Delicious smirked. "That's what everypony says about Eldar ships. Correct, Xenos?"

The Eldar continued to deny. "Yes, but that thing could tear through a dozen of our ships. Khaine only knows what it could do to yours."

Norse spoke up then, "Well, Xenos, why do you care so much about our ship? If engaging is suicide, then why are you talking to us right now? What are you hiding alien?"

The Lieutenant sighed. "If we could deliver a bomb of some sort, we may be able to disable the ship from inside. To be able to stay correct at a distance, a common Necron would need to be in communication distance of a Necron Lord or the core of a ship. Otherwise, they become confused and must leave to back where they came so they can fight again. To do this, they need personal teleporters of a type to leave to where there IS a centralized command. A common Necron's teleportation system cannot travel outside of a system. If we disable their ship's core, which under dozens of meters of nigh-impenetrable armor, they will be sitting ducks."

Delicious continued to question the Eldar. "And, whats so hard about that? A Starhawk Bomber with a Plasma Torpedo would do nicely."

Serious answered this one for him. "By the nubmer of enemy fighters out there, and if the Eldar is telling the truth about their power, then transporting a plasma torpedo via bomber would have a point-zero-zero-zero-zero-three chance of success. And then, actually damaging the ship would be very difficult. Its shields are extremely powerful."

"Equissh, Antimatter?" asked Mane Fire.

"We have to board her. Deliver the bomb to the center of that ship personally."

Silence filled the bridge. Then, the ship shook violently as a gauss shot took a good chunk out of the ships hull.

Delicious nodded, and a crazy look spread across his face. "Alright, boarding it is! And Eldar, bring some of your guys. You have experience, and I need all I can get. Serious, you stay here, keep the ship safe, and, in case of me not coming back, inform... well... you know who that I will not see her again. Redneck, I need you to drive us in a Shark assault boat to the enemy ship. Norse, can you pilot a Fury Interceptor?"

The veteran nodded, a confused look coming across his face.

Delicious nodded. "I need you and a squadron to cover our approach. Third Eye..."

The wizened Navigator shook his head. "They project a sort of hole in the warp. i cannot see through it. I would not be of assistance. Anyway, if you want the ship to leave if you die, I will be very important."

Delicious nodded. "Mane, I will need you and me to go in with  a squad to the heart of the beast. MOVE OUT!"

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Thirty Minutes Later...

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Delicious sat inside of the cramped interior of one of the eight assault boats being launched toward the Necron vessel. He tapped his comm on and gave the briefing right before the launch:

"Alright, all squads. You have each been given a Melta Bomb. You will protect this piece of equipment with your lives. Your objective is to reach the core of the enemy ship and use the bomb to destroy that core. This mission is probably suicide, but we must destroy that core! You have also been tasked with a Melta gun. These weapons are extremely rare, but are not as important as your bomb. Use the gun to destroy enemy targets, for what I hear these enemies are made of metal. Empress protect us, and Luna's Light be your guide.

"Amen."

Delicious looked up at the three Eldar accompanying them. They were amazingly silent. And not as in quiet silent either. They were stock still silent, each with their eyes closed. The only sign they were alive was the silent moving of their lips in prayer.

With that, Delicious looked at the forty-five soldiers otherwise spread out across the compartment. Each were armed with a Las-gun, Las-pistol, a single frag grenade, flak armor, a comlink, and rations enough for several days. Each of the assault boats had another fifty armed in the same way.

Mane Fire was armed much heavier. His Las-Carbine was replaced by an extra Melta gun, a dozen krak grenades, a plasma pistol, and enough ammo for each weapon to keep them firing almost constantly for several hours.

Delicious, however, was the best armed. He was wearing an archaic carapace armor with a weak power field. Even more impressive was his weapons. The first was The Purge of Aracnis, a relatively new power sword. The second was the smallest, but by far the most powerful, was an Inferno Pistol. An extremely rare one hoofed version of Melta weapons, and had the explosive power of its two hoofed counterpart.

Then, the ships launched. Across the comm, Delicious could hear the other ships checking in and the trio of Furys doing the same.

Suddenly, the ship began to rock under fire, and loses already became evident as boat four and six burned to husks, ending one hundred lives, and Fury-Two span out of control, taking one of the Necron fighters with him.

Delicious gripped his gun a little tighter.

Then, out of no where, a pair of lance blasts slammed into the enemy ship, its shields going down, followed by dozens of bright flashes, along with a half dozen long, slender fighters of obvious Eldar design.

An Eldar voice came through, surprising Delicious. "Ponies, this is Farseer Relio of Craftworld Ulthwe, aboard the Wraithship Deo'fri. We are answering a distress call involving the Necrons. We would greatly appreciate any assistance."

Delicious chuckled, then replied. "Farseer, it is good to see you, but we are way ahead of you. Me and my ponies here are boarding the enemy. If you could protect my craft, all the more chance of us succeeding. Although, I would gladly accept you offer. I have a trio of your own with me, some survivors of a previous fight I had, for which i am eternally sorry. Any advice?"

Now it was the Farseer's turn to chuckle. "You are very humble, young one. My advice: Be careful. Necrons are extremely dangerous."

Delicious smiled. "Thank you Farseer. Delicious out."

Just as he said it, they clamped onto the Necron ship, and, as the Las-Burners on the prow started cutting through the thick Necron hull. a cruel, mechanical voice came into the comm.

"Living, prepare to meet your doom. You have meddled in Death in it's Purest Form. You shall die."

Then, the hatch opened, disgorging the forty-five troopers, three extremely calm Eldar, one unhappy Mane Fire, and one spooked Rogue Trader.