40K Vignette

The scream of an artillery shell is heard in the distance, followed by a blossom of fire illuminating the battlefield. A black tank, a white fleur-de-lys emblazoned on its side, rolls over a sandbagged wall, the pilot-lights on its flamethrowers flickering in the near-dark.

From beyond the distant hill, two screaming Land Speeders scorched across the sky, the chin-mounted assault cannons spit shells toward the enemy emplacement behind the tower, the screams of the fallen resounded as the bullets found their mark. Space Marines, encased in their power armour, ran across the battlefield, the plasma-guns in their hands glowing with a dangerous light. Twin flares burst from the 'guns, slamming into the side of the flame-tank, detonating the fuel-storage within, sending shrapnel across the landscape. Oily smoke poured from the destroyed tank while long flames flickered past the metal.

From the hill, Lucius Gabriel, master and commander of the 3rd Company of Storm Ravens, grins ferally, the distant firelight reflected in his dark eyes.

++ SIR. TARGET IMMOLATOR IS DESTROYED. YOUR ORDERS? ++

Gabriel looks towards the emplacement, and nods. Assault the emplacement. Beware of heavy weapons, he subvocalized.

++ UNDERSTOOD. ++