The Death of Private Jenkins
Disclaimer: I do not own Warhammer 40,000 or The Legend of Spyro.
I do however, own any and all original characters in this story.
And a fair number of 40k-related miniatures, but that doesn't count.
M41.999 Helhiem, Draco sub-sector, Messiah sector, Ultima Segmentum.
Guardsman Private Vance Jenkins fired wildly over his shoulder with his looted hot-shot lasgun.
He'd appropriated it from the corpse of a fallen storm trooper when his lasgun had run dry during the initial assault on Lucifer Hive.
He'd also picked up a beautifully worked power-sword from the corpse of the company commissar.
Someone had already nabbed the hat, but who'd grab the hat when there was a perfectly good power-sword in the bastard's hand?
Now, three hours, six fire-fights and an order to fall back later, and Vance was running for his life from the cultist mob chasing him and his squad.
Up ahead was a viewing area of the hive's surrounds, but the plexiglass had been blown out by an earlier gun battle, and hovering outside was a Valkyrie.
'Frak it Jenkins get your ass over here, NOW!' Roared sergeant Norris. 'Word just came over the vox, we're pullin' off planet and letting the Inquisition waste this place!'
Vance didn't respond, but quit blind firing, and dashed headlong for the Valkyrie's rear access ramp.
His brown hair was plastered to his brow by sweat, and he was gasping for breath, he was better at lifting stuff than running and he had a physique that showed it, even though he wasn't out-and-out. bulky
Las-rounds sizzled past him as his squad mates fired past him at the cultists, who in turn were firing various solid-shot weapons, as well as several looted lasguns.
'JUMP!' Shouted the sergeant as Jenkins made it to the rail.
Jenkins didn't need to be told twice, he'd already leapt onto a table, taken a step onto the rail and propelled himself towards the carrier, catching several lasrounds in his back plate, giving him extra momentum.
He almost made it.
But then, almost only counted in horseshoes and hand grenades and bombing an enemy installation from orbit.
As he hit the rear ramp, he was wracked by a migraine of shocking intensity.
He screamed aloud, clutching his skull, and before anyone could grab him, he rolled out the back of the Valkyrie.
'Frak!' Shouted Norris punching the wall in frustration. 'Pilot, get us the hell out of here, there's nothing more we can do,' he said, before pulling the pin on a grenade and hurling it back at the cultists milling around in the viewing area.
The rear ramp closed just as the grenade went off, killing several of the cultists in the blast.
Meanwhile, Vance wasn't dead.
He'd hit the side of the hive, and was rolling down it's side.
Not that he knew that.
His world had contracted to a single blinding point of agony centred on his brain.
There was nothing for him.
No respite, no thought, only blinding agony.
What Vance was incapable of knowing as his squad's Valkyrie burned it's way out of the atmosphere, was that the reason for his migraine was the cultists had just completed a ritual to open a warp rift.
And that he,- Private Vance Jenkins of the Imperial Guard 50th Eternia infantry,- was a latent psyker.
As the warp rift grew, so did the intensity of Vance's migraine.
Eventually, as the first daemons set foot in Lucifer Hive, the pain got too much and Vance blacked out.
With his rational mind out of the picture, the warp running wild, and daemons coming to rape his soul, Vance's instincts for survival kicked in and activated his latent power.
There was a thunderous explosion, which destroyed the entire side of the hive as above the cyclonic torpedoes detonated, setting the atmosphere ablaze.
No one would ever mourn Vance Jenkins but his squad mates.
And what they didn't know was that he wasn't dead.
This is being written on a whim.
My primary focus until it is done is Brothers in Arms, with The Tale of the Grey Rider pretty close behind, along with a rewrite of a couple of other stories and a tidy-up edit of the others.
So, do not expect this to be updated too often.
As such, this might get put up for adoption if it becomes too much of an annoyance, but that doesn't mean I don't want some feedback.
As for the bit I'm crossing over:
Well, let's just say I'm a sucker for dragons.
The next four chapters are there as a courtesy as this is the beginning of a new fic.
And the first 40k-Legend of Spyro crossover ever.
(If I'm wrong there, let me know, I'd love to see other ones.)