The meeting had been almost a year ago, yet it seemed to Jartanis like it took place many many years in the past. After touching down on the planets in this system and building up forward bases the beings that had called themselves the Eldar had attacked them with almost no warning. While Protoss Arbiters and scouts had been relaying the Eldar fleet information back to their leaders the swiftness of the attack was ferocious and completely caught the Protoss offgaurd.
The first two planets had been left by the Protoss after they realized that the Eldar were using teleporting devices to reach the surface of the planet and bypass their air defenses. Once the Protoss had realized this they had systematically located and detroyed each crescent shaped device on the planets they now occupied. About four months into the debacle reinforcements had reached both sides, for the Eldar it had come in the rest of their craftworld answering their bretheren's call and for the Protoss it had come in the form of the endless amounts of humans that now called themselves The Protectorate.
The trenches were filled with the sounds of gunfire and the booming whoomps of the Protoss Photon Cannons as they fired at the enemy armor and air support. Down in the dirt and grime of the trenches were the Protectorates' many marines, some in bunkers and others simply hiding and using the dirt wall of the trenches as cover. A marine fell to the floor, his face torn apart by the Eldar weaponry, and James cursed as another one of his men bit the dust.
These aliens had proven to be some of the hardest bastards he had ever fought. While the Protectorate and the Protoss had numbers the technology and skill of these Eldar was absolutely amazing. If he had been a raw recruit he would have ended up like the man who just had his face pulped, but he was a hardened warrior and ex-con and didn't allow the Eldar's tech to dazzle him.
He turned to his men and did a quick head count, ten left, fuck they were going to be rat piss if their reinforcements didn't get here soon. Suddenly a blood curdling scream resounded across the battlefield and James was forced to look over the trenchline to see twenty female Eldar charging their trenches, swords raised high above their heads howling. He had to admit, he was definately unnerved now, "Get the fuck back to the bunker!" the marines didn't need to be told twice.
He rushed past them and burst through the door to the bunker to hear a whirring and then a loud booming noise as a Goliath made its way to cover them and opened up on the howling eldar. But it didnt help, a bright flash lit up the air as an Eldar tank jetted by and the Goliath that was now missing half of its body fell to the ground before exploding. It seemed as though everything was moving in slow motion now, he could see the Eldar grunt troops speeding toward their trenches guns blazing. He knew he didn't have to worry about the ones that teleported, the Protoss shields overhead cut out that problem, but he could see the last two men from his squad get cut in half by the howling warriors and he let out a burst of fire in a rage.
One of the warriors lost her head in an explosion and James accepted the fact that they were going to die right now, that he was going to die. The last of his men made it into the bunker, there were four of them now not including him, and they all turned back toward the door and opened fire. The warriors danced around most of the fire as they always did but one of them was flung to the side by an invisible force and in the blink of an eye James saw a Dark Templar's blade tear through another one of the warriors.
Zealots poured over the trenchline and met the Eldar charge head on, the Photon Cannons along this line still firing. A Zealot stopped by the entrance to the bunker, "Close the door! You will be extracted soon!" James and his men closed the door shut and locked it tight knowing full well that if their neighboring Photon Cannon was taken out that the Eldar could teleport in here and tear them to pieces.
They set up at the firing slots and opened fire along their trench lines as the Protoss sought to hold up the Eldar advance long enough to get their human allies out of there. He saw many things that day, he saw a Zealot tear four Eldar troops in two before getting vaporized by some plasma gun, an Eldar psychic shoot a blast of lightning out of its fingers and kill ten Zealots in one sweep, a Dark Templar group that could only be recognized by the twinkle of thier blades cut a swathe through the Eldar ranks and an Eldar sharpshooter hit one of his men right between the eyes from the safety of its own cover.
A loud explosion was heard and Jame's radio burst into life, "Get your ass out here now James!" He and his men abandoned their posts and sped up the ladder to the top of the bunker and onto the roof to see a transport hovering above them and the face of his life-long friend Bill, "Am I glad to see you you shit head!" Bill smiled but suddenly James' visor was covered in a splatter of blood as another one of his men got torn apart by the Eldar weaponry. The transport swayed as a bright lance of light was shot from a walking Eldar behemoth and impacted on a joint of the nearest Photon Cannon causing it to short out and explode.
The resounding boom was followed by a rush of air as the shield gave out and James saw Bill's face go white as he pulled his friend into the transport. Bright flashes lit up the bunker's roof and the trenchlines as Eldar teleported right into the midst of the fighting. The last of James' men died as he pulled the pin from a grenade on his belt and ran after an Eldar that had just sprouted from the air, with an explosion they were both engulfed in flames and blown apart.
As the transport turned and took off Bill spoke up, his own armor covered in the blood of allies and Eldar, "They've had us on our back foot this whole damn war." James looked out the window and saw the Protoss retreating to their own shuttles as the Eldar overran their position. "We need to make a stand somewhere." he said, "Where? These bastards are so damned fast in their fucking attacks we will be forced to give up and retreat." said Bill, James shook his head, "I know, but I heard the commanders have a plan for these assholes. Keep in mind these have only been our forward bases so far."
Bill actually laughed, "Yeah yeah yeah, I heard that shit too, rumors says me until we see the plan in action. Only thing these skinny shits have on us is speed, their tech is on par in most places with the Protoss and it seems like thier psychics are getting a run for their money from the High Templars. Shit, they ain't even seen the Archons yet."
Here is the beginning of my fluff for my Iron Warriors Eighth Grand Company https://www.heresy-online.net/forums/...ad.php?t=51842
"A fortress is a living thing: the commander its brain, the walls its bones, the sensors its eyes and ears, the troops its blood, their weapons its fists. This tells us two things: If one organ fails, the whole dies. And if the whole dies, no single organ can survive alone."