Xenos!
Your grandpa is back!
He had no desire whatsoever to return to those days on Tangle Planet, getting kited around by those despicable xenos of the Tau Empire.
Vulkan walked to the hatch and kicked it open.
Fire blazed beyond the door, and shells came flying at him.
But with a casual swat, he sent one incoming shell flying off to his side.
Boom!
The shell exploded against the bulkhead beside him, but the powerful blast did not affect Vulkan in the slightest.
Instead, it made Vulkan raise both arms.
"Despicable xenos! All you know is ambushes and harassment. Is this the kind of tactic you were taught?"
Dense green rays fired from the sides of his arms, pouring toward the enemy.
The Fire Warriors intercepting him, along with the mechanical Drones swarming forth,
were nothing but stationary live targets before a Space Marine's reaction speed.
The gunfire stopped abruptly. Then, moving too fast for the naked eye to follow, he reached into the air and seized an infiltrator wearing an activated stealth battlesuit. The man had not even gotten close to Vulkan before being caught in his grasp. Vulkan could not even be bothered to turn around and look at such fodder.
Crack!
The enemy's head shattered in his hand.
"A bunch of trash that can't even match my range!!!"
"Captain! The mission!"
The two Shield Guards behind him hurried after him, afraid that their captain would get carried away.
He was a captain, not some rank-and-file grunt. How could he possibly lose his head?
He was merely easing the pressure on those below, as well as on the expeditionary force.
Vulkan tossed the melta bomb in his hand forward. All manner of concealed weapons erupted across the ship in an instant, as though they had been waiting