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This is a short bit, taken from a Warhammer 40K (Sci-fi, war dark future, etc, etc) RP I'm in. The character in this isn't a major one, but I felt like adding a few small characters, just to make the battle seem more real.

Gunner Hyatt, a young woman who usually sat at the left sponson of a Leman Russ Exterminator, was considerably shaken now. It was but a few months ago that she had been transferred from the Whitesheilds for service in an armoured company of the 75th. This was he first battle inside this metal shell, but now, it seemed to resemble more of a tomb!

An autocannon round had shredded one of the track links on her side of the machine, and they were immoblie, helpless! Moments later, the other crew members had tried to climb out, only to be cut down by bolter fire. Hyatt had hesitated, confused and scared, and now she was trapped in here.

The sound of a vicious, metal-clawed fist ripping through the tank's armour snapped her back to reality. She swore she felt the Machine Spirit screaming in pain. She was going to die! But she knew what had to be done!
Pulling a grenade from her web gear, which hung next to her, she scrambled to the back of the crew compartment as the claws ripped yet more chunks out of the hull.
'With your strength you protect me,
With my care I repair you,'
She began, reciting the Catechism of the Machine. Her voice shook, but her face was set, grim and determined. The only time this prayer was recited, was when performing a disruptive procedure on any machine, and what Gunner Hyatt had planned, was about as much of a disruptive procedure as there ever could be.

Light began to shine through the hole in the hull as the claws began to cut into the crew compartment.
'With sacred oil I appease you,'
She flattened her back against the interior walls as a Chaos-Marine in a suit of massive Terminator armour ripped his way inside the tank, his bare face leering menacingly. He was going to enjoy killing this young woman, slowly and painfully!
'BE QUIET, GOOD SPIRITS,
AND ACCEPT MY BENIDICTION!!' she shouted, pulling the pin as the terminator advanced, his massive form filling the entire cabin.
The grenade ignited the fuel tank, and the resulting blast set off the remaining ammunition too! The explosion, the fireball, and the white-hot shrapnel which had once been a proud war-machine of the Imperium, flew out in all directions, cutting down all marines who stood too close.

Gunner Hyatt, a brave young woman, yet another tear of The Emperor, her body flung in all directions by the blast, would forever go down in Imperial records as just another casualty. Nobody would ever know of her bravery, save The Emperor himself as her spirit joined him in the Holy Palace of Terra. The only remaining tribute to her short career as a soldier was the olive green dome of her helmet which rolled across the battlefield, thrown clear of the blast, the burnt lettering 'Hyatt' and her serial number, '02-79316' in tiny characters underneath, just visible.

Point taken, sorry about that.

This is titled Death Lake, Yes I know it's two big gobbs of words but it's rather short, I think. Oh and yes I know editing, it's soon to get edited by a friend so I'll correct it then, if thats alright.

I saw you that night when you went to the lake. That night was dark, no moon shone high in the sky. But I followed you for I could see that you had that clouded look within your eye. The look that the sadness within has taken you, it has eluded your spirt and soul and that now it is the time. The time that you have decided to leave forever. I watched you over dinner and saw that you ate nothing that you stared into the fire and looked back over your shoulders at the lake, the purple murky lake that you brood about in your sleep. I've seen you dream about it these last months as I watched you slip between my fingers. But now I know that what I did was wrong that if you believe it is time, then it is. So that night over dinner I didn't speak a word, for I knew you wouldn't hear me I knew that it would only break my heart more to see that you didn't understand my voice. So I watched and listened to you breath saw your eyes calculate the way it was to end. I never gave a sob but only cried my silent tears. They were bitter with regret for what we never were to do, you looked once at my tear streaked face and I saw a smile play upon yours. I knew that you had made up your mind that it was the end, but you were happy to see that you wouldn't leave this world with me angry at you only sad which was okay, because I was suppose to be sad. I smiled back to tell you that yes I was okay though I was woeful that you felt this way. You looked back at the lake then at the fire that had turned to coals.

I let you go ahead, while I cleared away the dishes I didn't want to stop you, for if I was there when you prepared for it I wouldn't let you leave. So later I followed watched your shadow like shape slip between the trees towards the dock. I knew that's where you wanted to leave this world for that was where we had been joined together. You had made sure that I still had my ring and that you had yours. We would be connected that way even though I was doomed to never see your ring it upon your hand again. I followed slowly knowing that right now you were taking the rope out of your pocket, that you were searching the dark for where you had left the bricks. I stopped crying as I neared the dock knowing you were about to leave and that I had to see you leave it was the only way I'd be able to live with myself after you had gone. I saw you shuffle to the end of the dock, the waves lapping quietly against the shore waving you a sad goodbye. You turned around, your back to the lake, then that's when you saw me leaning against the tree you used to climb. I saw you hesitate thinking about what you were about to do. You looked at me seemingly asking me if it really was okay. I waved goodbye to you that night I blew a kiss for I knew that if I touched you that I'd pull you away and pull you back to me. You blew a kiss back and then you jumped. That lake swallowed you up, and as soon as you had jumped I ran upon the dock yelling your name. Asking you to come back that what you were doing was stupid, but all along I knew what you had done was right for you, not me but I'd live I'd move on later I would resist the sadness. No more tears came that night from me, there was no need I was to sad to shocked and the sky was crying for you. Asking you to come back into my arms...