Legion of the Dance

     A sybarite hunches behind a wall, a tortured guardsman at his feet. Listening a second, he picks up his communicator.
     "Kinstarr to command, all is quiet here on the west.. wait! what is that"
     'Tap-t-t-tap-tap-tap-t-t-tap-tap' The sound seemed to be getting closer.
     Closing the communicator, Kinstarr leaned around the wall. Suddenly appearing, like ghosts out of the mist, were two dozen figures in powered armor. Grimly silent in their brightly colored green and gold armor, they quickly took up firing positions in the square. They did not take cover but seemed to stand in a pre-assigned pattern in the center of the sqaure. Wait, they're not standing! Their feet are moving! They're dancing!
     "Quickly squad!" Kinstarr screamed "Destroy them before..."
     'Tap-t-t-tap-tap-tap-t-t-tap-tap Dakka-dakka-dakka-dakka-dakka' As the Dark Eldar died the last thing the heard was that incessent tapping.
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Legion of the Dance

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