Falcon

The Falcon is the mainstay battle-tank of the craftworlds, a graceful anti-grav vehicle that embodies the Aeldari refusal to choose between speed, protection and firepower. Its hull is grown rather than built, wraithbone psycho-plastic shaped by the hands of long-dead artisans, and it skims across ruin and river alike on a whispering cushion of anti-gravitic force.

Unlike the crude transports of lesser races, a Falcon sacrifices nothing to carry its passengers. Within its slender fuselage rides a handful of Guardians or Aspect Warriors, delivered to the heart of the foe in perfect safety, while its turret-mounted pulse laser and secondary weapons scythe down infantry and light armour with contemptuous precision. When the warriors have disembarked, the tank becomes a pure gunship, harrying the enemy from angles they cannot answer.

To face a Falcon squadron is to fight an enemy that is never where it was a heartbeat before. They appear from behind shattered spires, unleash a storm of fire, and are gone before retribution can fall, each machine mourned as a treasured relic should it ever be lost.