Space Marine in Star Wars

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==Raxor/Sebastian===

As the Scimitar's engines hummed steadily, Raxor and Sebastian stood near the open hatch, watching Maximus in the distance. The towering figure of the Ultramarine was already stomping the droids below in the massive Centurion suit. The ship's engines growled, and a deep thrum resonated through the hull as they stepped back into the ship as it ascended toward orbit, but the two Astartes paid it no mind as they prepared for boarding.

Sebastian's power shield hummed quietly, almost anticipating the violence that would soon come. He flexed his hand around the hilt of his power sword, its crackling energy blade a reminder of the purity of his purpose: to slaughter, to cleanse, and to protect humanity from the alien filth.

Beside him, Raxor adjusted the tubes of his heavy bolter, the weapon feeding from the massive pack on his back. His armor, a dark green that seemed to soak up the light around it, shifted slightly as he moved, the weight of his wargear and his intent weighing heavily on his broad shoulders.

"We'll destroy them." Raxor's voice was a calm rumble. Despite his stoic demeanor, Raxor was always calculating, always seeking the most efficient path to victory. But there was no doubt in his mind that the battle they were about to face would be brutal.

Sebastian's lips curled into a cold smile, a flicker of emotion in his otherwise emotionless face. "Of course, brother. We were born for this." His voice was low, hard, the words almost an afterthought as his gaze remained focused on the hatch before him. "We will make sure it is a message they will never forget. The Lucrehulk will burn in our wake."

Raxor nodded, adjusting his grip on the heavy bolter once more, his fingers flexing as the massive weapon hummed to life, its barrel twitching slightly. "We will crush them beneath our boots."

The two warriors stood in silence for a moment, their minds synchronized with the unfolding carnage to come. Raxor and Sebastian, though different in their fighting styles, were equally formidable. Sebastian was the hammer—uncompromising, brutal, and relentless. Raxor, the quiet firestorm—precise, calculated, and deadly.

The Scimitar's hull shuddered as it entered the upper atmosphere of Naboo, the shimmering surface of the planet slowly receding beneath them. The vast expanse of space stretched out before them, with the Lucrehulk-class battleship hanging in orbit, like a hulking beast waiting for its inevitable demise.

Raxor's eyes tracked the ship as they approached, and he allowed himself a rare moment of anticipation. He had fought countless battles, faced horrors beyond comprehension, but there was something about facing such a monstrous warship that stirred something deeper within him. Excitement.

Sebastian broke the silence, his voice steady and cold. "That ship is nothing compared to the enemies we've faced, brother. But it will burn all the same."

Raxor gave a short, humorless laugh. "It is just another target. But it's a target I'll enjoy turning to dust." His fingers twitched toward the heavy bolter's trigger, ready to unleash its fury.

The Scimitar rocked as it engaged its engines for the final push into orbit. The monstrous ship loomed ahead, a silent giant drifting in space, its bulk overshadowing the smaller transport craft.

"We are the Emperor's wrath made manifest. Nothing survives our judgment."

Raxor's gaze hardened as the Lucrehulk-class battleship grew larger in the viewport, a sprawling mass of steel and weaponry. As they closed the distance, the ship's gun turrets began to light up, but the Scimitar had only one destination.

Its hull began to tremble as it closed in on the massive hanger bay of the Lucrehulk. The enemy's defenses fired, turret weapons lighting up in the darkness of space, but it was too late. Raxor and Sebastian were already committed.

In an instant, the ship plunged into the heart of the enemy vessel. Explosions erupted as they crashed into the Lucrehulk's hanger, metal screeching as the Scimitar tore through the defenses. The ship shuddered violently, but the two Adeptus Astartes stood firm. The ship's hull tore open, and the two warriors charged toward the breach, their power armor shaking off the impact with practiced ease.

Sebastian was the first to move. His power shield flickered to life with a sharp hum, as he advanced toward the breach, his power sword held low. Raxor followed close behind.

The Scimitar's wreckage was scattered across the hanger floor, but there was no time to waste. The doors leading out of th hanger were sealed, but Raxor was already moving, his eyes narrowing as he zeroed in on the entrance.

He didn't bother with subtlety. With a deep, rumbling growl, he stepped forward, his foot slamming into the door. With a screech of tearing metal, the hatch ripped open, revealing a hive of enemy activity beyond.

Raxor raised his bolter, unloading a barrage of explosive rounds into the nearest enemy fighters—battle droids and mechanical soldiers that were too slow to react. The heavy bolter's rounds tore through them, the air thick with the smell of burning metal and exploding circuitry.

Sebastian followed closely behind, his sword flashing as it sliced through anything in its path. He moved with deadly precision, cutting through droid after droid, his every strike a calculated and brutal act of war. "No mercy," he growled as he swung his blade, cleaving a battle droid in half. "None get to live."

The two Astartes stormed through the multiple hangars, their synchronized movements cutting an oily swath through the enemy. Raxor's heavy bolter roared in time with Sebastian's sword, the two of them a whirlwind of destruction. Raxor's eyes never wavered as he tracked targets, each burst from his bolter precise, each round tearing through the enemy. Explosions rippled across the hangars as droids were shredded by the sheer firepower of his weapon.

Sebastian was right behind him, his power shield absorbing incoming fire as he closed in on the nearest control console. With a powerful thrust of his sword, he tore through the thick metal, ripping the control system apart.

The two warriors continued their relentless advance, the hangar bay a scene of utter chaos as they wiped out wave after wave of mechanical foes. The sound of their weapons was deafening, drowning out the screams of their enemies as the Scimitar's impact zone became their battleground.

Sebastian was already moving toward the next set of doors, leveling his shield as he ran forward before slamming into them full force.

Raxor released another salvo, reducing the remaining droids in the hanger to smoking wrecks. Sebastian pushed forward, his sword still crackling with energy as he charged through the hallway. Raxor followed, his bolter unleashing a stream of fire, keeping the way clear as they moved deeper into the Lucrehulk's depths.

The two warriors surged deeper into the bowels of the Lucrehulk, its metal walls echoing with the heavy sound of their footsteps as they moved through the maze-like corridors. The air was thick with the acrid smell of burning metal and scorched oil from the wreckage of their initial assault. The distant hum of droid voices filled the space, mechanical chatter in a language that spoke only of impending death.

Sebastian led the way, his power sword gleaming with cold energy as he sliced through the remains of droid after droid. He was a whirlwind of destruction—his every strike a brutal, decisive blow.

A battle droid rounded the corner in front of him, its blaster rifle raised to fire, but before it could even pull the trigger, Sebastian was on it. His power sword cleaved through the droid's torso with a screech of overcharged energy, severing its body in two. The upper half fell away in a heap, still twitching, while the lower half crumpled to the ground, sparks sputtering from the ruptured power core.

Sebastian could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Every swing, every kill was an offering to the Emperor, a declaration that these soulless machines were no match for the fury of the Adeptus Astartes.

A group of four battle droids emerged from the shadows, their blasters raised. They fired in unison, the blasts ricocheting off Sebastian's power shield, but the Black Templar was already in motion.

With a single, fluid motion, he dropped his shoulder and crashed into the nearest droid. The impact was like a battering ram, sending the mechanical soldier flying into the wall. With a growl, Sebastian swung his power sword in a wide arc, severing the droid's head clean off its shoulders. The headless body fell to the floor with a metallic thud, sparks dancing from the exposed circuits.

Another droid lunged toward him, but Sebastian twisted, sidestepping the attack. In one smooth, brutal motion, he thrust his shield forward, smashing it through the droid.

One more droid attempted to retreat, but it never stood a chance. Sebastian's power sword struck with the fury of a thunderstorm, slicing through its torso with a crackling burst of energy. The droid's midsection split open, and the two halves collapsed in a heap, leaking sparks and burning components.

Raxor, not far behind, was a perfect counterpart to Sebastian's brutal grace. His heavy bolter never stopped firing, a constant barrage of shells tearing through droids, their bodies blasted apart in flashes of fire and twisted metal. Each round was a death sentence for anything caught in its path. The sheer volume of firepower was overwhelming—Raxor had become the executioner, and the Lucrehulk was his execution chamber.

But Sebastian wasn't content with simply cutting down the droids. He sought to make every kill a lesson, a brutal reminder of what it meant to face the Emperor's wrath.

A squad of droids appeared at the end of the hall before opening fire, blaster bolts lighting up the corridor. But Sebastian was faster. He sprinted forward with unnatural speed, his shield absorbing the incoming fire as he closed the distance.

One droid swung a vibrosword at him, but Sebastian caught it with his power sword, locking the two blades together. The strength of the battle droid was negligent, and with a savage twist, he broke the droid's wrist, sending the vibrosword clattering to the ground. In the same movement, he thrust his power sword through the droid's chest, sending a surge of crackling energy into its circuits. The droid's body spasmed, the lights in its optics flickering before it fell to the floor in a heap of smoking scrap.

Another droid advanced on Sebastian, but he swept his sword low, severing its legs at the joints. The droid collapsed to the floor, and before it could react, Sebastian impaled it with his sword, the blade piercing through the center of its core and into the ground. He twisted it, and the droid's body jerked violently before it powered down, sparks flying from its exposed innards.

The corridor grew silent for a moment as the last of the droids were reduced to heaps of sparking, twisted metal. Sebastian wiped his blade clean with a swipe of his gauntlet, his face impassive as ever.

"We are close," he said quietly, his voice gruff. "The control room must be around her somewhere."

Raxor nodded, the gleam of anticipation in his eyes matching the fire of the battle.

They pressed on, deeper into the ship. The clang of their footsteps the only sound.

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