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             ....and another tale from 40k


         Ivar Slivermain felt the woosh of air go through his shoulder length whight hair as the bridge flow away from him. The train bumbed and swayer on its tracks as Ivar got up and hefted his heavy bolter. His grey blue armor, as well as the top of his head, shined in the middays light. The space wolf curced as he watch the bridge he had just been on, speed away as the train rounded the corner. He strocked his long braided beard analising the situation.

     "Blasted Dark Eldar and there tricks. They never fight fair" Ivar said to himself.

         Ivar and his brothers had been in system when a call went out of a Dark Eldar raid in progress. Ivars commander wasen't one to miss an opertunity and ordered a search and distroy operation. Ivar had thought that a little hasty so soon after their last operation, that had cost them so dearly. But Ivar was not the commander and a good soldier. Ivar had followed his orders to the tea and had held the bridge. The bridge was the last remaining land access between the two seperate parts of the city so supplys for the local PDF could cross. Ivar was a great soldier, good enought to rise to the rank of Long Fang (space wolf devistaters), but not even he could stand his ground when a Dark Eldar skimmer rammed him. Ivar checked his heavy bolters ammo counter and it was half full, a lot less rounds were left than Ivar though, that was bad because he usally remembers such things. Ivar cursed again. 'I'm getting old' Ivar thought. The cargo train ventured onwards as it made its automated rounds.

          As Ivar divised a way to get off the speeding train his augmented sences picked up a formiluar sent and sound. The smell of blood and a high piched sceaching. Dark Eldar skimmers.

      "So you've come hunting my head have you. WELL MIGHTER BEAST HAVE TRYED AND FAILED! Come meet you end by the wrath of a SON OF THE ALLFATHER!" Ivar's gruff voice growled.

     Ivars diserned three distince skimmers. Two small and one large as they approched. Ivar pulled the charging handle on his bolter to rack a fresh round in the chamber. He planted his feet and grinted his long fang like teeth in a smile. He was happy at the thought of killing the xenos driver that rammed him off the bridge for he heard that skimmers engine come around the courner first. The skimmer was a small one man craft that had a elongated body in front of the driver, two bladed wings on the sides and a scorpion tail like cannon in the rear. The driver was dressed in all black and had a helmat that had buggy green eye glasses, a scale mouth peace and rode the skimmer like a motercycal. The creature and his machine dicusted Ivar. The Eldar was agressive and impatient as he fired his cannon without aiming. The splinter rounds went wide close to Ivars right. Ivar stood his gound not flinching or looking away. Ivar waited for his chance. The trains bumbing and shifting made it imposible for the Eldar to get a good shot as he tryed two more times. Each time the shots went wildly off cource. All the while Ivar did not return fire. Infuiated the Eldar disided to go with what worked before and ram Ivar, this time with his skimmers blades. The Eldar swooped in high with an arc down to Ivars level aming for his waist. This was the chance Ivar had been waiting for. As the skimmer speed towards Ivar he controled his brathing and counted.

      "5...4...3...2...1."

    At the presice moment when the skimmer was about to hit him Ivar spun out of the way and horse kicked the blade wing downward into the train. The blade wing dug into the trains roof and stoped dead and ejected its pilot who flew a few meters down the train. Ivar had the same problem as the Eldar and could not waist rounds on zeroing in on the agile skimmer. Ivar watched as the Eldar tryed to stand with a busted shoulder and collar bone. Now that the Eldar was on the train he swayed just like Ivar and Ivar let off one burst of bolter fire obliterating him in a hail of gore and fire.

      "Pathetic. Barly put up a fight." Ivar said no longer wearing his grin.

    Final the other two skimmers came within range. Apperently they were waiting to see if their commrade could kill Ivar by himself. Ivar knew it was not hournor that commpeled them to do this, Ivar could not beleave they posested the capablility for such things, but greed. Most likly the pilot wanted Ivars head as a trophy and did not wish to share. The second skimmer was the same as the first but the third was a transport skiff loaded with about twenty Dark Eldar warriors ready for a fight. Ivar smiled again. The transport was slower and less manuverable than the smaller skimmer and therefor easyer to hit.

     "Come you worthless xenos filth provide this old dog a some good sport!" Ivar challenged.

    The Eldar replyed back with insults in there natve language. Ivar did not need to understand the language to be offended, just hearing it infuiated him. Ivar let lose a torrent of belching, thumping fire at the transport. The Eldar ducked down for cover but several did not react in time and three fell from the skimmer to the abiss bellow. Ivar felt a sting in his side as splinter rounds impacted his armor. It had come from the other one man skimmer. This one's pilot was much one accurate then the last. Ivar retured fire but the skimmer nimbuly dogued it. Ivars sences picked up another transport skimmer closing in from behind him. He turned to see it slowing it speed to match the trains. Ivar was out numbered literaly 38 to 1 and he was down to a fourth of ammo. For a moment Ivar thought that the God-Emperor (praise be his name) the mighty Allfather had finally gave Ivar his chance to finaly rest his old bones. To have a gloies death in his serves, killing theis xenos mongrels.

      But one sound made that though disipear. This sound was a little more fermilar than the previose four but its origen was just the same. The one man skimmer exploded as a krank missle impacted and the Land speeder storm took its place. The small transport speeded bore four space wolf scouts and one fully armored battle brother. The speeder came up parrallel to the second skimmer and droped its payload on top of the stunned Eldar. The two beared scouts fell into the mass of prest bodys knifes drawn and bolt pistols blasing. They pushed the Eldar back to make room for their axe weilding bother who's landing nearly unbalenced the skimmer.

      Ivar quickly turned his attension to the first transport, whos occupants were scambling to aim at Ivars sudden renforcements. Ivar fliped the switch on his heavy bolter from burst to full auto. The sound was like a peace of canvice taring combined with quickened thunder. Thouse that did not fall prone were obliterated as Ivar racked the skimmer from bow to stern then layed into the engine. The engine burst into a purple ball of fire and the skimmers altitude slowly droped like a ship sinking at sea. The last survivers on the skimmer jumped for the train. Several missed and fell to their long fall of doom. But five had managed to make it. Ivar leveled his bolter again as they pulled themselves up but the bolter went 'click' with the breatch lock open. It was empty. Ivar prest the release for the bolters ammo holder on his back and it fell to the train with a thud. He then reached with both hand behind his backside and sliped his hands in the straps of the handels of the only things older than his power armor. Reconising their master the machine spirits of the weapons relesed the magnetic locks to Ivars belt and fell into his waiting hands. In one swift well practiced motion Ivar pulled out his two Frost Axe hatchets. The 'Frost Bite Twins' were given to Ivar by a Wolf Lord(space wolf force commander) many years ago for outstanding bravery that had earned him his Long Fang statice.

        The five remaining Dark Eldar had droped their rifles to jump for safty. All they had left were their personal weapons, whitch ranged from a long sword to two daggers. The Eldar made snake like hissing sounds as the move into a semicyrcal formation around Ivar. Ivar took a low stance, his axe's pointing at forty five degree angals outward and growled back at his opponents.

        "So xenos do you have the back bone to take on a son of the might Allfather in close combat?" Ivar snarled.

        The Eldar weilding the long sword steped forward and in high gothic responded.

        "Pitiful human warrior, once we defeat you we won't kill you. We'll denie you your so call 'worthy death' to you corpes king and make you suffer and make you our play thing for a millenia. You can't hope to"(THWACK!) The Eldar fell backwards with one of Ivars hatchet sticking out of his head.

        "You talk to much." Ivar said as the magnetic bond between his gauntle and the axes hilt puller the axe out of the Eldars head and back into Ivars hand.

        That was the last straw. The Dark Eldar charged full force blade at the ready and warcrys in their throuts. Ivar stood his ground patiently. The first Eldar weilding a short sword and jumped into a downward slash. Through centures of battle and training Ivar steped into the Eldars jump catching him short and shoulder rammed him sending him flying. Ivar spun on his heals clockwise and did a back hand slash with his right hand axe at the next two. The first Eldar ducked the strike and skided under it but was met with the left hand axe decapitating him. The second foolishly tryed to block the blow. His blade shatered into shratnal from the force of the blow and was hit in the head losing the top half of his skull. The two lifeless bodys fell limp to the trains roof. The Eldar Ivar had shoulder rammed shakly stood, blood driping from under his helmet. The last Eldar, who weilded the two daggers, stood next to him. With afew quick words in their speach the Eldar charged again the wounded Eldar first. Ivar Slashed down with both axe's on the first Eldar confident he could rase them back up again to block the seconds attack. But as he tryed to pull his axe's up they stoped. Embeded in the shoulders of the first, the Eldar held onto the axe's hilts long enought for the second to use him as a jumping platform. Ivar was force to let go of his axe's and grab the Eldars wrists. The Eldars blades were inches away from Ivars face and he could see the were driping with posine off the tips.

        The Eldar despratly tryed to get the daggers closer but knew his attack had failed and kicked off Ivars chest. The blow knocked Ivar back a little and the Eldar was between him and his now dead partner. Ivar was unarmed and the Eldar was not. Blinded by greed once again the Eldar slowly moved foward salivating at the prospect of killing a Space Marine. Ivar smilled one last time as he put up his hands in surrender. The Eldar stopped and was puzzled. A strange blue light eminated from Ivars wrists then (THWACK,THWACK) The Eldars eyes dimmed and he fell forward with the 'twins' sticking out of the back of his head and spine.

       Ivar reteaved his axe's and heavy bolter and waved to his commrades as the finished putting charges on the body strune transport skimmer.

       Three weeks later Ivar Silvermain and his compony's battle barge left the system with several new trophys and many good storys.