And They Shall Know No Fear (Warhammer 30K-40K Astartes Quest)

[X] Plan full ahead

It takes you approximately half a second to formulate a plan, your post-human mind taking in the information at a rate simply beyond a normal man's capabilities. You know what you must do.
A HOUND FEIGNS WOUNDS TO BAIT THE WOLVES.
"Aventus, have all gun batteries formulate and initiate firing solutions on the attacking vessels, corral them with leading shots before trapping them between vollies. Have all crew and Astartes move to battle stations, I want them at full alert and our brothers to be ready to push off any attempts at boarding us. While that is achieved order the engine crew to put all thrusters to maximum in an attempt to escape the attackers."
"Appear strong when you are weak, and weak when you are strong." " Remember that Tyrian, for as overrated as that geezer's book was it still holds valuable information." "Yes, my lord."
Aventus replies to your orders. "I am assuming that you plan to use the same bait plan as you did with the Orks on Calixis 6 Legion Master?" You note a hint of amusement in your normally taciturn second-in-command. "Indeed I do Aventus, I plan on catching my own game by the end of this."
"What better bait than a plump defenseless turkey." "I'm sorry my lord, but what's a turkey?" "Oh yes, I forgot they were extinct. Well, you see Tyrian a turkey is-"
Aventus responds with an affirmation. "I'll ensure the gunnery crews are briefed and that the boarding torpedoes are primed for when the trap swings shut." Good man. "Finally, see if our astropath can reach the fleet, if we remain outnumbered like this it may not matter if we use clever tactics." *KATHOOM!* As if to emphasize the point a loud impact sounds out against the ship's Void Shields.
I LONG FOR COMBAT. LET MY LIFE BE A CONFLAGRATION OF CONFLICT!
"I'll see what the astropath can do, but I must warn you sir that they took a rather nasty blow to the head. They show the signs of concussion, as such they may not be fully lucid." To that you respond. "Needs must, they must simply make their best attempt."
"Always remember Tyrian, you will be called upon to force others to make sacrifices. As will you yourself make them, of body, mind, and soul." "I understand that fully, my lord." "I dearly wish you didn't."
There's a pause before the vox speaks again. "I will see that it is done, Lord Commander." And with that the vox switches off.
With your commands in the process of being fulfilled you turn to look at Ohrmuzd and begin speaking. "Sergeant, it is time for us to begin preparing for combat. Get into battle positions with your brothers, I will meet up with you at the primary gathering hall after I retrieve my armor." The young man gives you nod before responding with a "Understood, may you find glorious battle Legion Master', before running to get ready. "And you as well young Ohrmuzd." You say as a parting remark, before rushing towards the section of the ship your quarters are in.
NAKED. WITHOUT ARMOR OR WEAPONRY. JUST AS IT WAS IN THE PACIFIC DESERT.
As you sprint down hallways and past sealing bulkheads, every so often you see one of your brothers sprinting past you in full battle gear and wielding either volkite or bolter weaponry. You also see the more human crew preparing as well, Imperial Sailors arming themselves with either lasguns, monomolecular blades, or heavy duty stubbers and Mechanicus devotees arming themselves either with volkite or a strange form of power weaponry that vibrated incredibly quickly, to the point of glowing red with heat.
A stroke can swiftly cook a man from the inside out. Leaving a steaming, skinless, carcass.
It is just as you are about to reach your quarters when the now nigh-constant noise of your ship's weapon batteries firing are drowned out by the loud noise of what you see to be a boarding pod directly in front of your quarters door.
*SCHWEEEN!*
A soft blue line of light forms a large square in the bulkhead before the metal inside the square simply dissolves into purple motes of light. Revealing the interior of the boarding pod and its pilots. All of them incredibly slim though sporting near-human proportions. Some dressed in a manner you would think completely inappropriate for battle, barely sufficient to actually be called clothing rather than undergarments. And quite distinctly showing female mammalian characteristics, with inhumanly perfect and beautiful features. With the most striking features being the tapered, pointed ears sprouting out of their skulls. Eldar.
THE FALLEN CHILDREN ARE NIGH
"Ooooh! We've run into one of those Astartes monkeigh without his armour sisters! His bare flesh simply screams for us to carve beautiful artwork into it, does it not?" One of the Eldar declares with a smirk that promises violence, pain, and a third rather mysterious thing. One of her battle-sisters responds with her own vicious smile and retort. "I don't know Ferarae, why not simply cut off his arms and legs and bring him back to Comorragh to be our replacement plaything. Our housing unit has been sooo lonely since the last corpse-worshipping fool unfortunately expired." The xenos known as Ferarae seems to give this some thought, cupping her chin with her hand before speaking in a ponderous tone. "That does sound tempting dear Sister." She gives another vicious grin before continuing. "If you can manage to incapacitate him without killing him it will be so!" This seems to excite all of them in a rather confusing way.
The Dark Prince Blesses This Battle. The Bronze Lord looks on with pride.
You slam your fist into the metal on the wall, shattering it. Before grabbing one of the larger and sharper pieces of metal and beginning to wield it as a blade.
"Know this Tyrian, you are never without a weapon. So long as you use your mind, your hands shall never be empty." "Yes, my lord."
This only seems to amuse the xenos females, some of them even breaking out laughing. "Pffft-HAHAHAH, does the pitiful monkeigh really hope to battle us with a chip of scrap metal Sister Meratihr?" One of them asks. "Indeed he does Sister Ferarae. Mayhaps he hopes his corpse of a god will grant him the strength to strike us down with mere junk-scrap."
Undefeated In Battle. You Stood Alone On That Mountaintop.
With that, they cease speaking and rush towards you. Their strange curved and jagged blades shining as they flash towards you.
BATTLE IS JOINED ONCE MORE, SON OF CONFLICT. DO ME PROUD.

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