Ok Hivey, you beat me in my first fluff battle, now it's time to see whether my stay here on OWC has made me a better writer than I was then. Since you were the victor of our last duel, then it will be you who chooses this battle's terms, should you accept.

*cough* Hivey, while we're young please, yes or no?

Alright then, rub it in guys. Just remind me that i can't be called a teenager anymore!!

Ooh sorry. Must have missed this. Sure, i accept. I'll post up terms a bit later.

Awesome, now an admin actually has to wrte something :P

First Volley, 500 words on the nose.

“I’ll rip ya gutz out, ya little humie!”
“No! No please, no.”
“Hey boz, don’t ya think we shud-”
“Shut it ya ‘ickle nob! I’z da boz, I says wotz we do, an’ I say, we gut ‘im.”
“No, n-aurgh! Oh god no, please, please! Kill me now, please just kill me!”
“bah dat one aint got nuthin’ in ‘im, dats why humies are weak!”
“What shad we do with this one, boz.”
“Bring ‘im over ‘ere, we’ll see if he’z made o’ betta’ stuff!”

“No!” he screamed, bolting upright, his chest heaving as he gasped in his bed covers, sweating feverishly like a rapid dog.
“Chalmers? What the bloody hell was that?” said a voice, somewhere to the man’s right.
The man relaxed, his breathing slowing back to it’s regular pace “Nothing Jack, just a bad dream.”
“You like look hell, must have been a pretty bad dream, eh?”
He nodded, falling back onto his pillow “It was.” He replied, blinking up at the sheet of steel above his head.
“No sense trying to get back to sleep now, our shift starts in about half an hour.”
Chalmers grunted, “I swear our shift keeps getting longer every week.”
“Yup, that’s what you get for signing up with General Malcolm. I hear Gibby’s getting transferred back home, lucky git.”
Chalmers clambered out of his bed, careful not to smack his head on the bunk above him. “Ah well, it’s not like we’re in danger here anyway, hasn’t been any activity in this sector of space for almost a decade.”
The other man sat on the edge of his bunk, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He was of average build, for a human, and an amazing marksman, Chalmers knew. They went way back, since their first mission they’d been together, always watching each other’s backs.
Jack got to his feet, stretching his back out of its sleeping position “Yup, the scariest thing in this place is the rotten breakfast. C’mon, if we’re up this early we may as well get to the front of the line.”
Chalmers crawled out of bed and swung his legs over the edge of his bed, careful not to stand in anything unpleasant. “Ladies first.” He said, groggily.
Jack digged him in the arm, softly, before heading down the small corridor towards the mess hall. Chalmers yawned once, before following him.
They walked down the narrow corridor of the ships hull, glancing out of the small windows on the left hand side, marvelling at the great expanse of darkness beyond “Leaves you breathless every time, doesn’t it?” asked Jack, knowing from the sound of boots on metal that Chalmers was behind him.
Chalmers was gazing out of the window, simply marvelling at the beauty. Humanity had made its mark here; in the endless blackness they had a voice…it felt so surreal. “Yes, it does.” He said, and then he squinted at something, narrowing his eyebrows. “Oh god.” He said “Get to stations! We’re under attack!”

PS: Damn, I do hate this word limit, so hard to get desription in.

They hadn’t seen it coming. A lone member of the imperial guard stood watch along a corridor looking out into the black soup through the window. His watch had been so far uneventful, but things were soon to change. Catching a half glanced shadow and a half heard rustle he squinting down the corridor. Once again he thought he saw movement. Yes! There it was! Definite movement! Then in front of him he saw it, clear as day; two red eyes, shimmering green chitin, gore red skin. His stomach wretched at the sight of such a creature. He had only seen these creatures in books on xenos, but this was no book. He caught himself and his focus returned. He had to warn the rest of his regiment. He span on his heel, only to be caught on the massive talon of another Tyranid Lictor. His silent scream rang out for all those who could hear it. Nobody. Instead of words, blood. Then all went black as his mind joined the lightless surroundings.

Alarms rang out as the ship’s crew realised too late that they had been boarded. Concealed positions were no longer concealed as multiple creatures sprang forth and started to advance into the camp, alarms were sounded and equipment was hastily donned. Screams echoed the ship. ‘We’re under attack!’ ‘They’re everywhere!!’ ‘Emperor save us!’ defenders scrambled and started to repel the attack. A commissar strode out of his quarters, bellowing instructions even before he knew who the foe was
‘You men! Secure that flank! The rest of you with me! Drive back these scum!’
But more Tyranids came forth, scuttling deeper into the ship, seemingly from nowhere.

Men had been dispatched to the parts of the ship now know to be the boarding areas. The bridge commander swore. How had they not seen them coming? How had they not detected the biomass ships attaching to their hull? Too many questions, asked all too late. Panels twinkled like the stars seen through the windows, their beauty all but oblivious to the horror unfolding on the ship within their midst. Sirens wailed and lights flashed red, panic was still rife amongst the crew despite the commissars best efforts. Even the vox channels seemed scared, crackling as if in protest of the invasion.

Mass swarms of every type of gaunt were now rushing through the corridors. Met by hail of flame and lasfire, they dropped, but still they came on. And to think, the invasion was only just beginning.

418, found it a bit hard to use up my words using 'nids. This fluff battle should be a challenge.