On a distant world Eldar and Imperial troops crossed the radiated no-mans land to exchange gifts; Gemstones, Wraithbone flutes, Whisky and Holo-video porno...
They played friendly games of blood-bowl and shared stories of their homeworlds...
That was yesterday.
Today, at dawn crack Imperial pilot Ace McCool burns through the early morning mist leaving in his wake only a vapour trail and a string of paternity suits stretching from Nercomunda to Armageddon.
He has been attached to the 93rd Sand Rats Airwing as he leads fighters and bombers in his Thunderbolt on a suicidal raid of the Eldar encampment to catch them unprepared."
AKA - I Painted some thunderbolts on Boxing Day.
Edit: requested close up added.