W40K: The Fringe Fighter

It was dark, lit dimly by deep green lights. The place sent creeps down Delicious's back. By comm and other sources, six of the eight boats made it, meaning three hundred troopers in the hull of this evil ship.

Suddenly a scream echoed through the corridors, and they met their first Necron.

It was easily as tall as any of them. It was similar in form to a pony, but all of its features were otherwise completely alien. It's entire body was made of a glistening gray metal. On its chest and forehead was marked with a foreign symbol. It's eyes glowed a cruel green, the same green that lit the corridors. However, of more immediate concern was it's weird green gun on its shoulder and the smoking pile of ash that once was one of the troopers.

Instantly, those in front, having been trained to fight well, went down low,so they and the row behind them could open fire. As several dozen las-bolts struck the creature, it fell from sheer number of shots.

One of the troopers slowly went over to inspect the corpse. As soon as he got within range, the 'corpse' bucked the poor soul, breaking every single one of his ribs, and sending the body crashing into the wall with a sickening CRACK!

Horrified, Delicious, who had moved his way to the front, shot the newly risen Necron in the skull, it melting into nothing as it was super-heated from the pure fusion fire shot out by the Inferno Pistol.

The Necron, damaged beyond repair, disappeared, teleporting to where it could be fixed.

To Delicious and the troopers, it was a relief. Delicious, followed by Mane Fire, the Eldar, and the rest of the group, went forward. Unfortunately for them, their next encounter would be with eight of those same type of Necron, along with what is classified as an 'Immortal', an elite Necron with a MUCH bigger gun.

Delicious blinked. And he might have missed a good portion of the fight.

Mane Fire lowered his Melta gun, and the other trooper with a Melta did the same, when the Eldar engaged.

Two of the Eldar lept forward and opened up with their shruiken catapults. The Lieutenant jumped right into the midst of her foes, and used her glaive to decimate one warrior, and drove it through the chest of the Immortal, then flipped around and lopped the Necrons head clean off.

Still, the Immortal, living up to its name, just picked it's metal skull back up and reattached it to its head. It was then it met the combined fury of two Melta guns and an Inferno Pistol. It wasn't so immortal after that.

The Necrons opened fire, gauss flayers killing a seven of the friendly troopers. In retaliation, dozens of Las-bolts, shruiken discs, and Melta flames turned the things to scrap metal.

Delicious sighed in relief. That hadn't looked very good.

...

Three similar combats later

...

Delicious shook his head. They'd lost about two dozen troopers, a single Eldar, and Mane Fire was out of Krak grenades. He had heard nothing from the other groups, which wasn't good. They were all probably dead. Which left them with two Eldar, twenty one troopers, and no backup. And they were out of armor piercing grenades, which forced them to use their Melta guns to open any doors they came across.

As he thought that, big surprise, they came across a large door with a number of markings on it. Mane Fire along with another trooper used their Melta guns to begin burning through the thick metal.

After a silent minute, the doors burned through, and the group poured in, and Delicious's face was all smiles.

The core was a gargantuan sphere suspended in a similarly shaped chamber, and it glowed with ethereal green light. Best of all, it seemed to be unguarded.

As Delicious walked up as close as the platform they were standing on would let them, he had a tingling sensation on the back of his neck. Instantly, he whipped around and shot of a bolt of superheated fusion plasma, catching the partially invisible Wraith in the neck.

Delicious froze. The thing was easily nine feet tall, with a snake-like body. It had razor-sharp claws at the end of each hand, each dagger-like finger a foot long. It's head was that of no pony, but small, spherical, with three menacing green eyes. Delicious knew immediately that, while normal Necrons were alive and sentient, this thing was definitely not. This machine was made only for one thing: killing.

Before any of the rest of the group could react, the Wraith, ignoring its wound, used its sharp tail to dig into one of the troopers chest, and used it's claws to shred another.

However, before it could kill any more, it was brought low by the rest of the group. Delicious quickly planted the bomb, when he realized something important.

"How are are we going to stop the Necrons from disarming the bomb?"

Every soul in the room looked immediately at Delicious.

Mane Fire shook his head. "Really? You didn't think about that important little detail!?"

Delicious shrugged. "I tend to make this stuff up as I go along!"

The Eldar Lieutenant shook her head. "I'll stay here and guard the bomb. Get out of here. You have," she set the bombs timer. "15 minutes before this ship goes to hell."

Delicious nodded. Quickly, he and the remaining group ran. Unfortunately for them, Delicious noticed two things:

They couldn't go back the way they came. Redneck would have pulled the one-use assault boat out and retreated. They had no way to leave.

The second was the dark foreboding figure standing in there path.

For some reason, Delicious knew her gender. "Go. Call for evac at the enemy hanger. I take care of this."

Mane Fire nodded, and he led the squad down another corridor, leaving Delicious and the Necron Princess alone.