23/02/2009 in Warhammer 40K
This planet reminded her of where she came from, if not for her helmet she would have spat on the ground. In the background the thunder of bolter fire drowned out battle cries; their exarch slowly turned her head, surveying the battlefield, waiting for the right moment.
The wail of anti-grav engines grew louder and closer. The farseer must have ordered their Striking Scorpion kin into the fray against those who served the Great Enemy. The exarch clearly thought so, given her decision to ignore it.
She looked over the battlefield, and noticed something wasn’t right. The Scorpions had already joined the fray, but as she noticed this… it was too late.