Darius knew with absolute certainty that all his company were dead. His ruined uniform, coated in brains and blood, stood out in dark hued contrast to the brisk and cleansed interior. Sore and battered, Darius shrugged himself onto his haunches and using his rifle as a prop, brought himself to his feet.
Staggering slightly he approached a viewing slit cautiously and depressed the view icon. Outside, he saw the cursed Eldar snipers crowding around the ornately lithe form of a priest-like figure. As he stared the cowards started to yip and wave, as if taunting him. With a gasp Darius's view was engulfed with the virulent blue of an Eldar flying tank. Jetbikes and wings warrior swept onto the landing area and the pathfinders set about guide their charge to the tank.
Darius released the view switch and slumped against the wall. Like a mouse, hidden in a wall, he gazed out at the cats and knew fear. He could feel the tension draining out of him with the apprehension. In this dispondent lull, the chatter of static whirred into life.
'Broadsword calling Danny-Boy, Broadsword calling Danny-Boy - come in Danny-Boy.' Darius rushed to the radio comms unit and grabbed the receiver.
'Trooper Darius here sir, the rest are dead sir, Commandants dead too." he stammered.
'Understood Darius. Valkyrie support is inbound, we are approaching your position. Commissar Ulbrecht will want a full report on his arrival. How many hostiles are active?'
Darius' head spun, Ulbrecht. Here. He'd forgotten his own cowardice in the face of fire, not just once but twice had he run. The death of his friends lay heavy on him, Ulbrecht would know it, see it - how else had Darius survived except through his own cowardice. Darius groaned.
'Sorry ... can you repeat that?' Darius depressed the push to talk switch. 'Broadsword, this is Darius. They number maybe a score warriors with transport, tank and jetbike support. They ht our comms station and now some priest or mage is being escorted to the transport.'
'Roger that, Danny-Boy. Can you confirm if that priest is a combatant?'
'Errr ... I don't think Broadsword.'
'Danny-Boy, capture repeat capture the Priest. Use all means necessary, disabled the transport. Help is one minute and closing, we need to capture that priest.' Sweat broke out across Darius' palms. He glanced up and noticed a missile launcher propped against the wall.
'Understood Broadsword. Get here quick, I'm going to light it up!'
Darius takes aim. Unfortunely he only suceeded in killing a single pathfinder.