Across High Peaks Desert
Three scout cars raced across the rocky planet scape, invisible auxpex beams scanning the boulder covered ground. Plumes of thick beige dust rose up from where their armoured wheels spun in the gravel.
They were hunting, looking for any concentration of enemies they could. Glistening like stars in the void burned their orbital defences, victims of a fleet that, even if commands claim of the casualties the Eldar inflicted were true, they could never hope to match.
The gunner in the second car saw a blip, sudden and erratic appear on his auxpex- "strange" he thought, "these things don't usually act up".
Suddenly the lead car was smashed off its course, rolling and crashing sideways in a trail of sparks and smoke. Claw marks appeared, one after the other, rent into the Monitors light armour by an invisible assailant. Before the other cars could even aim their weapons the creature was in, screams cut off by an awful crunch.
The first ground casualties in the Tyranid invasion of Hvelgelmir had occurred.
The pursuing monitors fired a volley of las beams into the wreckage of the lead car but it was already too late- the genestealer had leapt out and was running towards them hidden from view. The second car exploded into fire just as the gunner from the third let off a volley towards where the auxpex had insisted the genestealer was, 6 meters to its left.
Swerving to avoid the wreckage the driver screamed at the gunner to fire at the bastards even as the second crews screams tore over the vox. A beam of bright light tore through the cockpit as the screams ended.
The gunners looked to their auxpex to find...
Nothing. It had disappeared. They turned to circle the wreckage of the second monitor to try to confirm the kill.
Nothing. They grabbed at their voxcaster
"Hostile active- Hostile active zone 4663, 1223, think it's a genestealer, request immediate counter forces".
The reply came through, crackling to continue the patrol route. No confirmation on the kill team.
It could clearly have killed the entire patrol- it didn't. It was waiting, hiding, letting a few get away.
Any Avernite soldier would have guessed it immediately- it was trying to psyche them out.
Unfortunately, for the Hvelgelmir PDF troopers who met the returning car at the base, and heard the war stories, it succeeded.
@Durin an Omake for the dice gods. On a completely different note, how have the psychic cannons performed this war?