RACE AGAINST TIME

They all knew it. By blowing up the neclear stabily device they not only ensured that the Space
Hulk would be blown into particules but also signed their own doom. As the survivors of the
two companies prepared to make a final stand Commander Vecko Borgia shouted over the intercom:

'What the hell are you doing? Are you just gonna give up? A space marine to not await their 
death, they fight to the bitter end and always act in the interest of the Empire and a dead
marine have no purpuse to the Empire. Now haul your bodies back here any way you can!'

The angry voice of the Commander awoke the marines from their fatigue and the nods among them
ment that they all was willing to make one last try of breaking through the genestealer lines
and escape this timebomb.

The sergeant punded up the corridor as fast as his Terminator armour would carry him. Behind him
clanked his brothers lugging their remaining heavy flamers. These heavy SR-X napalm-driven tools
of death had secured many victories over the years but now when they try to outrun such a deadly
foe as a genestealer the space marines carrying them cursed out loud.

A glance at his scanner showed the sergeant that there were not only blips converging behind them
but also blips massing to block their way ahead. With athe luck of the Emperor, if they could keep
going for just a few more minutes they would be safe. Ominous rumblings deep within the hulk
signalled that success of the previous mission was having an effect. The walls started to shake,
and chunks of metal and cabling began to fall from the ceiling.

"Brothers, watch your back!" he yelled.
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