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The 141st leftovers
Part 1

WE DID IT! WE ACTUALLY DID IT!

HUZZAH! ALL HAIL THE EMPEROR!

Cheering, the yells of men that felt grateful to be alive, to have defeated an enemy that was supposedly undefeatable, it would of been a wonderful noise if it weren't cut short by the raised hand of a commissar with a grim face (even for a commissar) soon after it had began.

When the noise died down to a level deemed acceptable to the commissar he uttered a single word that seemed terrifying to the men, listen he said, the hush mermer of the troops grinded to a halt, and the troops expressions turned from puzzlement to utter terror as the sound of thousands upon thousands of sharp metallic claws went from a soft trickle to a thundering stampede.

As the first ones appeared over the hill the commissar shouted FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! The dumbfounded troops took cover under what was left of there fallen comrades, leveled there las guns at the at the horrific metallic spider-like drones and blasted away.

How could this be? They may have lost two thirds of there infantry, but they did it they destroyed the second wave of these things. No one has ever lived to see past a second wave of terror drones, but the managed to fight off a force that out numbered them three too one, and now that their infantry was all but annulated this third wave was going to sweep over the troops and... well the governor's fortress would not be standing long after that.

This battle played out very much like the last one, only sans-guardsmen. The tanks and mass fire managed to take them out in droves, but it was not fast enough, nothing was ever fast enough. When they reached the front line they didn't take time to stop and use there claws to chop up the guardsmen, as was their mistake in the previous battle. This time they simply leapt over the guardsmen and washed them with flames that erupted from there undersides. Cries rose up as scattered squads ran in all directions trying to escape the flames and the smell of there charred companions.

The drones finally touched down for a split second with barely the ends of there claws making contact with the ground then lifted off again towards the tanks. The bolter fire from the tanks was able to cut a few down, but a few heavy bolters wouldn't make a dent in their numbers.

About five of the monstrous drones landed on each tank, some groups used their razor sharp claws to tear through the armor like it was paper, spray the insides of the tank, including the crew, in some kind of flammable liquid then lit the insides up with there flame throwers. Others used a much more direct approach, blasting the engines with a high impact, explosive gun that resided on the drones underside next to there flamers.

From the moment they came in contact with the front line to the moment they finished off the last tank only a few minute passed. After they were done with the last tank they left the few remaining guardsmen to stumble around looking for a medic or flee from the battle field, and then they headed off to the governor's unprotected fortress. Where only walls, made from the same metal as the tanks, stood in between them and the governor.

That day leftovers both won and lost there first solar system, with both record high and record low casualties.

It was the begging of a new era.