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The Green Tide

By Alien164
        Lascannon gunner Teras squinted at the setting sun. His eyes adjusted, and he searched the barron ground. Nothing.
        "Where are they?" his brother, Rags, the Heavy Plasma holder asked.
        "Be patient. The vermin will be here soon enough," the Devestator Combat Squad's Veteran Sargeant, Jeft, replied.
        The newest people in the squad, the Heavy Bolter, Max, and the Missile Launcher Sam, who were best friends, stayed silent, waiting for the green tide of Orkdom to be seen. Teras amplified his sight through hisbionic eye. He saw figures in the background. He amplified his eye more. It was clearly a warbuggy and a squad of bikes.
        "There they are." Teras activated his comm unit. "Commander Calgar,
sir. I've spotted a squad of warbikes and a buggy." He looked again. "Now I
see about twenty dreadnaughts advancing, and some Orks in Mega-Armour."
        "Ready your weaponry," Jeft said. "Be prepared for anything."
        Teras heard the sound of burning air. "Look out!"
        He dove out of the way as a chunk of the wall fell down on the squad, as a result of a multi-melta blast. The smoke cleared. Teras raisedhis head and looked around, to see the bodies of two members of the squad, crushed under the ruins of the building. It was the Heavy Bolter guy, Max, and Rags. He took cover behind a piece of remaining wall, and got his lascannon ready. He would avenge his brother's death.
        "Jeft, are you there?" He asked over the squad comm signal.
        "Yes, me and the new guy. Have you seen Rags and Max?"
        "They're dead."
        Sam loaded his Missile Launcher to full capacity. "I will avenge your death, Max!" he screamed as he ran across the field. Jeft tried to stop him from his suicide, but wasn't able to. Sam stopped in the middle, and started firing at everything in front of him.
        One missile hit a warbike, blowing it to pieces. The other, a Goff.Missiles were pumped out of the gun as fast as they could. One went straight towards a squad of bikes, accompanied by a dread. The Krak hit it in the arm, sending it spinning around. It lost it's footing, and fell down on the bikes. A spark lit the gasoline in one tank, and it exploded, making all the other downed bikes explode too. The explosion knocked a nearby Ork off his bike. He got up and rubbed his head, while watching his motorcycle run into a wall.
        Teras heard the sound of the missile launcher. "Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. Click." He then heard a scream, and saw blood fly through the air and splatter against the wall. He peeked around the corner of his hiding place. A dreadnaught was right behind him.
        "Help!"
        As the power claw came toward him, he closed his eyes, waiting for death. But, nothing happened. He opened his eyes, and saw a swirling blackness in front of him. Only one person had Vortex Grenades in the army.
        "Commander Calgar?"
        "Yes. It's me. You better watch yourself. Now, go kick some green butt."
        He had renewed faith in himself, and took position behind a sturdy looking wall. "This is for you, Rags."
        A beam of light went toward a nearby Dreadnaught and hit the body of the machine. The explosion that followed took out half a squad of nearby Gretchin. Following their cowardly ways, they ran as far away from everything as they could.
        Time passed by quickly, as vehicle after vehicle went up in smoke. He looked around. Bodies, humans and Orks alike, and vehicles littered the ground. To his left, he saw a lone assault trooper. To his right, a road, with a Land Raider speeding down it. In front of him, a bike squad and Rhino
full of Terminators scouted the wreckage. His comm unit beeped.
        "The scout units have searched all around us." Teras recognized the voice of Marneus Calgar speaking. "Be proud. We've won."