For the Lost
by, Derek Brookover "Woad Raider 57"

    Striking Scorpion Exarch Durell led his 7 remaining warriors through the rubble. Behind him lay the eviscerated corpses of the filthy mon-keigh commander. His Scorpions had lanced right through them, easily avoiding their clumsy las shots before tearing them apart. Suddenly, Durell felt Farseer Marauth tug at his mind. “You must reach the object before the mon-keigh arrive! They must not know of the deadly secrets of the Bielann!” Durell urged his squad onwards, knowing full well the consequences should he fail. Seeing another squad of humans, Durell ordered his men to open fire. After the squad had gunned down the last mon-keigh, Durell and his squad started to move again, but stopped in their tracks. An olive drab blur sped across his vision between two shelled out buildings. Just as quickly, he saw another one to his right. “What is going on?” he wondered aloud. With eyes filled with terror, a Scorpion fled, his morale destroyed. Then he saw a glint of blue, just before a roaring cry tore through the air. “SLOGAN!!!!”

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    Veteran Sergeant Veritas bellowed the ancient Celtic war cry again, before his scouts crested the hill. Veritas saw the Xenos leader and signaled to his squad, “He is mine!” Full of battle fury, the scouts charged the scorpions. Veritas screamed the names of The Lost as he hacked down two Scorpions and leveled up against the Exarch, driving his hardened blade between Durell’s neck-guard. Just as quickly as it began, it was over. Gathering his scouts together, Veritas intoned a prayer for the two fallen warriors, before sprinting through the rubble and up a small hillock. He caught sight of the Eldar witch, a Farseer, Veritas remembered from the briefing. Turning back to his men, he roared, “We are the warriors of Ultramar, the Chosen of Caledonia, FOR CALEDONIA!” Veritas sighted down the barrel of his bolt pistol and pulled the trigger.