Vaun ran to the gate, and pressed against the wall, trusty Kroot Rifle in the proper two-handed grip used to stab enemies with either its spiked butt or muzzle.
He glanced around the corner of the gate quickly. The Rockstags had mostly scattered around the spaceport, although some had tried to ram the gate. Their thick skulls could not even scratch the plasteel bars or cross-beams, but they kept trying, oblivious to the fact that they couldn not get through.
Vaun pointed his Rifle out the gate, looking through his rangefinder for his foe. He spotted them now, moving very quickly across the tundra, blurs of speed that made him realize that things were much worse that he originally thought. Genestealers.
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