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@ Boo Its a jungleworld so their uniforms would be green and they would be given basic gear so a Lasgun,a Flak vest and a couple Frag gernaids.and becuse its a DeathWorld every one of the People from Moirdivan would be able to fight pretty good
I hope that this won't upset anyone (too much at least, heheh) but I'm considering whether or not I wish to continue partaking in the TMC. The initial spark of inspiration that I felt has seemingly burnt out and I figured that now would be the time to call it quits since I've not really interacted or affected anyone yet. I just hope that my absence won't be a big gaping hole in any plots that you might've created.
It really feels like I've run out of enthusiasm-gas when it comes to this.
It really feels like I've run out of enthusiasm-gas when it comes to this.
yeah A wraithlord is very hard to RP. Well anyhow Its too bad that you feel that you need to stop but nobody can make you stay
MasterSpark said:I hope that this won't upset anyone (too much at least, heheh) but I'm considering whether or not I wish to continue partaking in the TMC. The initial spark of inspiration that I felt has seemingly burnt out and I figured that now would be the time to call it quits since I've not really interacted or affected anyone yet. I just hope that my absence won't be a big gaping hole in any plots that you might've created.
It really feels like I've run out of enthusiasm-gas when it comes to this.
Thats too bad Masterspark
But atleast you give it a go, however if you do feel like attempting to continue and feel stuck feel free to pm me and I'll try ((try being the keyword hehe) and help out!
Hey MasterSpark - I'm sure we can work something out - part of it may be that your stuck in an area where you can't interact well with others.
Why don't you create a different character that can be involved in the battle about to take place at the Capital. You could RP another Eldar if you wanted in the bunker that Snake and the ranger is in, or you could RP an guardsmen etc.
Either way you will be in the thick of the action which makes it a lot easier for thinking up of things to post. If you need any help you can of course PM.
I hope your still going to be involved in the TVC.
Why don't you create a different character that can be involved in the battle about to take place at the Capital. You could RP another Eldar if you wanted in the bunker that Snake and the ranger is in, or you could RP an guardsmen etc.
Either way you will be in the thick of the action which makes it a lot easier for thinking up of things to post. If you need any help you can of course PM.
I hope your still going to be involved in the TVC.
Ahead the armored vehicles of the Eagle Claws pushed out. The first vehicles in the column were those of the Second Company, by the unit markings. To the sides of the column moved the scout astartes, quickly and efficiently, watching out for any surprise attacks.
A thin streak of smoke moved across the sky as the lead rhino moved from high ground into a lower plain that lay before Dalu city. The front hatch popped open and a marine rose out and observed the smoking ruins in the distance.
Frowning beneath his helmet he activated his vox-link. ‘’Brother-captain, we have a situation here’’ he reported. After a moment came Basiclus’ reply. ‘’What is it brother-sergeant?’’ he questioned. The marine looked again, his gene-enhanced vision checking the sight again in disbelief.
‘’It appears our target area is destroyed my lord’’ he reported. After a few seconds the captain came back again. ‘’What?’’ his commander said in disbelief. ‘’I will be transmitting the image to you now sir’’ the marine said hurriedly.
In the cramped confines of his command razorback Basiclus studied the image, as it appeared grainy on the tactical slate he held. It appeared that Dalu city had been torn apart in a storm of destruction from what he could see from the poor resolution.
Cursing at the strange event he moved out of his seat and looked out of the command hatch. From there he got to see the ruins with his own enhanced vision. The city was indeed wrecked heavily, by an invading army, but more was hard to tell from this distance.
He went back inside the vehicle, silently running thourght ideas, and even for a space marine Basiclus was a fairly reserved man. From what he understood of the Tau they valued lives more than property, however the type of damage did not seem like a controlled demolition and he was sure that the Tau would not damage their own homes like that.
So what happened? There were supposed to be no other Imperial forces operating in the area, much less a force that could overwhelm a strong Tau garrison and disappear from nowhere. It was all very puzzling.
‘’Brother-captain’’ this time it was the distressed voice of Chemosian. The librarian was obviously worried about something. ‘’My lord-captain I sense something wrong in the air, there is a heavy warp presence in the city’’ he said hurriedly, busily concentrating.
‘’What? Chaos? Here?’’ Basiclus said in disbelief. He quickly disabused himself of that thought. Chaos was present everywhere and he was not surprised that it had somehow flourished among the Tau. But in such a heavy warp presence.
‘’Librarian, move up with your squad, and then he opened himself up to the larger tactical link. Squads Pompey, Quintus, Demetrius, Laetres, Karus, Scipo, move up with your escorts and take point, let’s find out what happened here’’ he commanded and broke off the link.
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Ahead the vehicles of the astartes moved out in standard armored formation advocated by the codex. Rhinos in back with predators and viticators in front to provide adquate fire support.
The Eagle Claws group moved into the outskirts of the city, with still no sigh of the enemy. They passed ravaged and blasted out homes and apartments, everywhere the ruins of Tau architecture mixed with older imperial buildings could be seen. Also, everywhere was mutilated corpses.
‘’Nothing so far brother-captain, just dead xenos bodies’’ the Librarian voxed his leader. ‘’Understood’’ came the reply. ‘’Press on, we will keep within reinforcing distance of you and inform me of anything else’’ rang Basiclus’s sharp voice.
Laetres rubbed the service studs on his shaven head before placing his combat helm back on. His group had been reinforced ‘’On the march’’ by brothers from the reserve devastator squads, so now that they numbered ten men once again. Considering the recent circumstances he and his new squad-mates and meshed well.
‘’Alright, we stop here’’ came the voice of the driver-brother. After a few seconds the convoy ground to a halt and a resounded series of clangs as the landing ramps dropped from the rear of the amethyst vehicles and the Eagle Claws poured out.
‘’Too much rubble nearby for us to search brothers,’’ said the voice of the driver over the vox-link. Laetres gave the rhino marine driver thumbs up before turning around. ‘’Aright, let’s move out men and see what the hell happened here.’’ He commanded.
‘’Brother-sergeant’’ came the voice of Librarian Chemosian as he came out of his rhino, accompanied by Squad Darius. His tanned, noble face looked weary and his short, gray hair, messed.’ It appears that the powers of chaos are behind this attack.’’ He spoke. Laetres looked around.
‘’What makes you say that brother?’’ Laetres questioned, he did not really understand the rituals of the Librarium but trusted Chemosian, was this some odd psychic power? The librarian simply pointed at the chewed corpse of a Fire warrior. ‘’They have symbols of the dark gods cut into them.’’ he explained dryly.
Laetres bent over and grabbed a corpse, examining the eye blasting runes that looked like they had been gorged into the warrior’s body armor by a claw of jagged knife of some sort. He threw it away feeling foolish. Him a battle-hardened space marine missing a thing like that.
‘’I guess you really are more observant than that’ he joked. Chemosian did not respond but gave an amused smile. ‘’I sense more of them pressing at the boundaries of reality, but they abate now’’ he paused.
‘’ No Wait, they come now’’ he raised his voice. ‘’Brothers! We are under attack!’’ rapidly the astartes snapped around, bolters held at ready, combat reflexes honed by dozens of battles ready to engage whatever appeared.
In the middle of the street in front of them a howling noise sounded and red smoke appeared out of nowhere, from that smoke emerged the solidifying shapes of huge, skinless hounds that wore great brass colors around frilled necks.
The first wolf-like hounds that appeared were blasted to bits by a hailstorm of bolter rounds from the disciplined Eagle Claws. But then ethereal screaming surrounded the astartes and they looked uneasily around, something about that unnerved even marines. Laetres snorted. ‘’Keep fast brothers, the Emperor and his primarchs are with us’’ he spoke outloud with confidence.
Then dozens of shapes began to manifest in the ruins. Shapely devil-women wearing blood-slicked leathers and had huge, crab-like claws for hands appeared. Instead of normal eyes they had saucer, shaped black pits and a mouthful of fangs. Pink musk started to appear around them.
They leapt and pirouetted towards the Eagle Claws, laughing evilly. They were cut down by bolter fire as the astartes moved quickly so that their combined fire would produce an overlapping effect. Rounds blew off slender feminine limbs and enchanting heads. Librarian Chemosian reached out with his mind, stripping away the warp-protection of the daemonettes, making it easier for his brothers to slay them.
Between the marine tanks and the squads almost all of the daemonettes were cut down quickly, dying scarcely a foot away from the astartes, but a few made it through, four daemons leapt among Quintus’s squad, claws ripping two astartes apart.
Another marine lost a hand before Laetres and his group piled in. Bolters and combat knives carved through the daemonettes, Laetres’s power fist crushed the last head of the surviving she-devil and cast the dissolving corpse away disdainfully.
‘’Daemon scum’’ he spat. He turned around only to see a massive shape materializing in the distance, followed by many other smaller ones. Nearby screamed several flying disc-like shapes that decapitated a single marine with a quick pass.
Nearby a pair of predators tracked the quick-moving shapes of the flying daemons and downed them with concentrated fire from heavy bolters, autocannons and las-fire, shredding the attackers with a holocaust of munitions.
Grinding the gravel behind him, Laetres spotted the crimson forms of Khorne’s footsoldiers, the Bloodletters. While above flapped a huge bird-like figure that cocked its head. From combat reports Laetres cognized the terrible form of a Lord of Change.
One of his squad swore in Caesarean combat-cant and dropped to this knee and fired his rocket launcher into the charging blood letters as the astartes directed their fire into Khornate warriors, cutting down the first rank, but more were appearing.
In the distance another huge figure appeared. It was a tall, deathly figure clad in warped green power armor that stretched its huge frame. A former space marine, and of the Death Guard if Laetres’ Intel was correct.
The daemon prince stretched huge, carrion wings and it’s rotting, skull-like face broke into a hideous grin before lifting off and flying towards the beleaguered Eagle Claws. Nearby more carmine bloodletters and bloated, corpse-like daemons materialized.
‘’Get back to the transports!’’ shouted Chemosian as his brothers turned back and hurried obeyed his command, firing from the hip as they went. ‘’My lord! We are under attack! We need assistance!’’ he hurried shouted into his vox-link.
The rear door shut behind Laetres as he and his squad piled in. He has the last of course; a good sergeant never sacrificed his battle-brothers. The rhino revved and moved out following the other tanks. ‘’Hand on brothers, we are on for a hell of a ride!’’ shouted the driver.
The transport revved and moved out in an armored column. Daemons appearing all around the tanks as they drove. For a minute Laetres could see and hear nothing outside the Rhino, then there was an ear-splitting screech and the tank was torn in half.
Laetres went flying from the wreckage. The marines spilled from the ruined husk. Being thrown from a destroyed tank would have killed a normal man but Laetres was unaffected by the fall due to his power armor and gene-enhanced body.
Getting up he tore his damaged helmet off his face and looked up. In front of him was a massive half-daemon, half machine beast. Standing on four great spider-like legs it had a heavily muscled upper form and two great bladed claws. Pipe-like horns rose from its bovine head.
It turned from its position in an ally and plucked the burning corpse of the driver from the rhino and tore it in two. It brought its left claw around, crushing two of Laetres’s squad as they charged the daemon with krak grenades primed.
Nearby the great Nurgle prince landed, eyes staring malevolently. Sucking in its great barrel-chest it let out a stream of black filth into the marines of Quintus’s squad, who had spilled out of their rhino to assault the daemon machine beast.
Four astartes screamed as they fell, armor burning away like acid as the filth dissolved them into slush. Quintus screamed in rage at the loss of his battle brother’s geneseed. In the Eagle Claws the recovery of geneseed was valued heavily and the loss of it was a deep blow.
The sergeant brought his power fist about and charged towards the Nurgle daemon prince. A crash sounded near Laetres, distracting him. The Soulgrinder brought its claw down at the sergeant, but Laetres rolled out of the way, just barely.
He activated his own power fist and charged forward, ducking under the laws and bring the energized fist around, smashing into the front, right leg of the beast, smashing through warp-powered metal and rotting flesh.
The leg was torn clean off and the beast oared again. Aglesius, another one of Laetres’s marine charge forward and attacked a krak grenade to the leg of the Soulgrinder, mangling the other one. It roared in pain and rage as the other astartes of Laetres’ group pelted it with bolter fire.
He reached out and tore Aglesius in half. Laetres snarled in frustration and hatred at the monster. He leapt up and brought his fist in a glowing arc, tearing through the stomach were it was jointed to the legs.
A massive wound was ripped into the beast and purple ichor poured out. Brother Talus took out his entire supply of krak grenades and threw it into the open wound. Eyes widening Laetres threw himself back as the blast tore the Soulgrinder into pieces.
Bits of daemon and warp metal rained down on the ground. Laetres picked himself up. ‘’That was completely reckless, against the Codex astartes, but it worked like hell’’ The first sergeant spoke to his brother. ‘’Of course captain’’ answered the line brother doggedly.
A scream of rage distracted the marines of Squad Laetres the Nurgle prince tossed away the corpse of Quintus and two of his brother marines as he staggered back from a mighty chest wound, he roared and cut down three more astartes of Quintus’s squad.
The last member of Quintus’s group fired his bolter point blank into the daemon’s face, blowing off half the prince’s face. However the horrific wound did little to slow down the former Death guard. The daemon prince raised his filthy claw and tore of the astartes’ head in one stroke.
Before Laetres and any of bloodletters rounded the cover, behind the prince. Swearing loudly, Laetres cocked his bolter and emptied the entire magazine and his brothers followed the same. Nearby a damaged predator destructor fire its heavy bolters and autocannon at the daemon prince who simply strode forward through the hailstorm of firepower while the bloodletters where slaughtered all around him.
Laetres swore as the great rotting figure spread it’s skeletal wings and sucked it’s rotting chest back, no doubt ready to unleash another wave of rotting death into the men of the First squad, Laetres leapt back to avoid the shot.
Then the nearby building wall crashed down as the massive form of a Land Raider Redeemer crashed through the wall. The front hull of the Redeemer crashed into the huge daemon prince, sending it flying into a nearby ruined shack.
The front ramp flew down the terminators of Squad Rabix exited, thunder hammers and lightning claws held at ready. They charged the hulking form of the dampen prince who rose out of the rubble, enraged.
Thunder hammers tore off the former Death Guard’s left arm and lighting claws gouged massive wounds in the putrid armored skin of the daemon prince who lashed out, decapitating a lighting claws terminator and smashing a thunder hammer marine to the ground.
He brought his claws around for another strike. The great lengths of warp-bone striking against the storm shield of Sergeant Rabix, right before he brought his thunder hammer down upon the daemon’s skull, crushing it.
The rest of the First Company terminators swarmed around the daemon, raining blows upon the rapidly dissolving corpse until there was nothing left but a blacked mark from the banishment of the daemon prince.
All around Laetres were the rest of the Eagle claws strike force, rhinos drove up and deployed their cargo, bolters spitting, vindicators and predators found their targets and engaged.
In less than a minute the surviving daemons that were attacking the forward marine strike force were all slain and banished. They did not go quietly however, three more astartes dies before they all were done.
In the aftermath of the assault Captain Basiclus strode out of his command razorback to over were Apothecary Claudius was operating on several wounded marines, some from Laetres’s squad.
‘’How many did we get back?’’ the captain said, referring to the geneseed. ‘’Twenty-eight pairs’’ the apothecary replied in a neutral tone, although Basiclus knew the loss of the geneseed would have troubled the medic more than other marine in the chapter and that was saying a lot.
‘’Do not worry, when we find the one who brought these daemons to the planet, he will meet a painful end, I will personally shove my power sword down his throaty’’ the captain assured the apothecary who merely smiled.
Nearby walked Librarian Chemosian and Laetres. ‘’Brother-captain, I need to speak with you’’ the psyker requested. The marine captain turned, what news do you bring me brother?’’ he questioned.
‘’I have sent the communicant to the ‘’Emperor’s Claw’’ as you orders sir.’’ Chemosian replied, referencing the Eagle Claws battle barge. ‘’I have found some interesting things about the city from orbital shots’’ he spoke eagerly.
‘’What have you found?’’ asked Basiclus.
‘’There is a large warp portal in the center of the city, with eight others surrounding it, if one draws ‘’lines’’ between the points then we can see it would be an eight-pointed star of chaos’’ he said. He gestured to the ground. ‘’I would draw it for easier sense, except for obvious reasons it would be a bad idea’’ the librarian explained.
Basiclus raise done hand. ‘’No, it is fine brother, what I am more concerned about is how to stop the daemonic flood here and find the inquisitor’’ he commented, obviously his mind was hard and work, brow furrowed.
‘’If I might offer a suggestion sir’’ offered Laetres. ‘’Maybe the Tau have taken him?’’ he spoke. ‘’That is a possibility’’ the Second captain said, head nodding slowly, but why would they when they just got rushed by a daemon horde?’’ questioned Basiclus.
‘’I don’t like this, it’s a bit too confusing, we come here kill some xenos, grab the inquisitor and leave’’ said Laetres. ‘’Agreed’’ spoke Basiclus, rubbing his chin with one gauntleted hand. ‘’Obviously we have to stop the daemons here before it can spread across the planet, I am confidant on the fact that the xenos will not be in much of s shape to operate in the southern there after the casualties they sustained fighting us and the daemons’’ he calculated.
‘’Brother captain’’ spoke Sergeant Belsarius, who appeared from the shadows of a building. ‘’We have received a message drone from the Tau they wish to speak with use’’ he reported quickly.
‘’Kill them’’ were Laetres first words. ‘’Trust not he word of a xeno.’’ He said hatefully, spitting the said, burning a hole in the rubble. ‘’Agreed brother, but we can learn of the location of the inquisitor from them, and we will kill them shortly after, you have no doubt of that.’’ He said vehemently.
‘’But allying with xenos? Brother I must say my hesitancy on this, they will surely try to trick us’’ argued Laetres. ‘’Of course I expect them to, it’s what all xenos desire after all, but at the moment I need some information rather than stumbling around blind, rest assured we will have our vengeance on them’’ said Basiclus coolly.
Laetres fell silent and nodded his head. The Eagle Claws were as xenophobic as the rest of the Adeptus Astartes and the Imperium, but the fact that all astartes were taught unquestioning obedience to their officers and the promise of battle with the xenos allied him.
‘’Well then’’ Basiclus said. ‘’Let’s get out of here and withdraw to the outskirts and contact the Tau and see what we have here, once that is done we move in, destroy the warp rift and go back to orbit’’ he said.
‘’Remember, we are the Claws of the Emperor, his sword, we will not fail him. ''Persta Atque Obdure''
A thin streak of smoke moved across the sky as the lead rhino moved from high ground into a lower plain that lay before Dalu city. The front hatch popped open and a marine rose out and observed the smoking ruins in the distance.
Frowning beneath his helmet he activated his vox-link. ‘’Brother-captain, we have a situation here’’ he reported. After a moment came Basiclus’ reply. ‘’What is it brother-sergeant?’’ he questioned. The marine looked again, his gene-enhanced vision checking the sight again in disbelief.
‘’It appears our target area is destroyed my lord’’ he reported. After a few seconds the captain came back again. ‘’What?’’ his commander said in disbelief. ‘’I will be transmitting the image to you now sir’’ the marine said hurriedly.
In the cramped confines of his command razorback Basiclus studied the image, as it appeared grainy on the tactical slate he held. It appeared that Dalu city had been torn apart in a storm of destruction from what he could see from the poor resolution.
Cursing at the strange event he moved out of his seat and looked out of the command hatch. From there he got to see the ruins with his own enhanced vision. The city was indeed wrecked heavily, by an invading army, but more was hard to tell from this distance.
He went back inside the vehicle, silently running thourght ideas, and even for a space marine Basiclus was a fairly reserved man. From what he understood of the Tau they valued lives more than property, however the type of damage did not seem like a controlled demolition and he was sure that the Tau would not damage their own homes like that.
So what happened? There were supposed to be no other Imperial forces operating in the area, much less a force that could overwhelm a strong Tau garrison and disappear from nowhere. It was all very puzzling.
‘’Brother-captain’’ this time it was the distressed voice of Chemosian. The librarian was obviously worried about something. ‘’My lord-captain I sense something wrong in the air, there is a heavy warp presence in the city’’ he said hurriedly, busily concentrating.
‘’What? Chaos? Here?’’ Basiclus said in disbelief. He quickly disabused himself of that thought. Chaos was present everywhere and he was not surprised that it had somehow flourished among the Tau. But in such a heavy warp presence.
‘’Librarian, move up with your squad, and then he opened himself up to the larger tactical link. Squads Pompey, Quintus, Demetrius, Laetres, Karus, Scipo, move up with your escorts and take point, let’s find out what happened here’’ he commanded and broke off the link.
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Ahead the vehicles of the astartes moved out in standard armored formation advocated by the codex. Rhinos in back with predators and viticators in front to provide adquate fire support.
The Eagle Claws group moved into the outskirts of the city, with still no sigh of the enemy. They passed ravaged and blasted out homes and apartments, everywhere the ruins of Tau architecture mixed with older imperial buildings could be seen. Also, everywhere was mutilated corpses.
‘’Nothing so far brother-captain, just dead xenos bodies’’ the Librarian voxed his leader. ‘’Understood’’ came the reply. ‘’Press on, we will keep within reinforcing distance of you and inform me of anything else’’ rang Basiclus’s sharp voice.
Laetres rubbed the service studs on his shaven head before placing his combat helm back on. His group had been reinforced ‘’On the march’’ by brothers from the reserve devastator squads, so now that they numbered ten men once again. Considering the recent circumstances he and his new squad-mates and meshed well.
‘’Alright, we stop here’’ came the voice of the driver-brother. After a few seconds the convoy ground to a halt and a resounded series of clangs as the landing ramps dropped from the rear of the amethyst vehicles and the Eagle Claws poured out.
‘’Too much rubble nearby for us to search brothers,’’ said the voice of the driver over the vox-link. Laetres gave the rhino marine driver thumbs up before turning around. ‘’Aright, let’s move out men and see what the hell happened here.’’ He commanded.
‘’Brother-sergeant’’ came the voice of Librarian Chemosian as he came out of his rhino, accompanied by Squad Darius. His tanned, noble face looked weary and his short, gray hair, messed.’ It appears that the powers of chaos are behind this attack.’’ He spoke. Laetres looked around.
‘’What makes you say that brother?’’ Laetres questioned, he did not really understand the rituals of the Librarium but trusted Chemosian, was this some odd psychic power? The librarian simply pointed at the chewed corpse of a Fire warrior. ‘’They have symbols of the dark gods cut into them.’’ he explained dryly.
Laetres bent over and grabbed a corpse, examining the eye blasting runes that looked like they had been gorged into the warrior’s body armor by a claw of jagged knife of some sort. He threw it away feeling foolish. Him a battle-hardened space marine missing a thing like that.
‘’I guess you really are more observant than that’ he joked. Chemosian did not respond but gave an amused smile. ‘’I sense more of them pressing at the boundaries of reality, but they abate now’’ he paused.
‘’ No Wait, they come now’’ he raised his voice. ‘’Brothers! We are under attack!’’ rapidly the astartes snapped around, bolters held at ready, combat reflexes honed by dozens of battles ready to engage whatever appeared.
In the middle of the street in front of them a howling noise sounded and red smoke appeared out of nowhere, from that smoke emerged the solidifying shapes of huge, skinless hounds that wore great brass colors around frilled necks.
The first wolf-like hounds that appeared were blasted to bits by a hailstorm of bolter rounds from the disciplined Eagle Claws. But then ethereal screaming surrounded the astartes and they looked uneasily around, something about that unnerved even marines. Laetres snorted. ‘’Keep fast brothers, the Emperor and his primarchs are with us’’ he spoke outloud with confidence.
Then dozens of shapes began to manifest in the ruins. Shapely devil-women wearing blood-slicked leathers and had huge, crab-like claws for hands appeared. Instead of normal eyes they had saucer, shaped black pits and a mouthful of fangs. Pink musk started to appear around them.
They leapt and pirouetted towards the Eagle Claws, laughing evilly. They were cut down by bolter fire as the astartes moved quickly so that their combined fire would produce an overlapping effect. Rounds blew off slender feminine limbs and enchanting heads. Librarian Chemosian reached out with his mind, stripping away the warp-protection of the daemonettes, making it easier for his brothers to slay them.
Between the marine tanks and the squads almost all of the daemonettes were cut down quickly, dying scarcely a foot away from the astartes, but a few made it through, four daemons leapt among Quintus’s squad, claws ripping two astartes apart.
Another marine lost a hand before Laetres and his group piled in. Bolters and combat knives carved through the daemonettes, Laetres’s power fist crushed the last head of the surviving she-devil and cast the dissolving corpse away disdainfully.
‘’Daemon scum’’ he spat. He turned around only to see a massive shape materializing in the distance, followed by many other smaller ones. Nearby screamed several flying disc-like shapes that decapitated a single marine with a quick pass.
Nearby a pair of predators tracked the quick-moving shapes of the flying daemons and downed them with concentrated fire from heavy bolters, autocannons and las-fire, shredding the attackers with a holocaust of munitions.
Grinding the gravel behind him, Laetres spotted the crimson forms of Khorne’s footsoldiers, the Bloodletters. While above flapped a huge bird-like figure that cocked its head. From combat reports Laetres cognized the terrible form of a Lord of Change.
One of his squad swore in Caesarean combat-cant and dropped to this knee and fired his rocket launcher into the charging blood letters as the astartes directed their fire into Khornate warriors, cutting down the first rank, but more were appearing.
In the distance another huge figure appeared. It was a tall, deathly figure clad in warped green power armor that stretched its huge frame. A former space marine, and of the Death Guard if Laetres’ Intel was correct.
The daemon prince stretched huge, carrion wings and it’s rotting, skull-like face broke into a hideous grin before lifting off and flying towards the beleaguered Eagle Claws. Nearby more carmine bloodletters and bloated, corpse-like daemons materialized.
‘’Get back to the transports!’’ shouted Chemosian as his brothers turned back and hurried obeyed his command, firing from the hip as they went. ‘’My lord! We are under attack! We need assistance!’’ he hurried shouted into his vox-link.
The rear door shut behind Laetres as he and his squad piled in. He has the last of course; a good sergeant never sacrificed his battle-brothers. The rhino revved and moved out following the other tanks. ‘’Hand on brothers, we are on for a hell of a ride!’’ shouted the driver.
The transport revved and moved out in an armored column. Daemons appearing all around the tanks as they drove. For a minute Laetres could see and hear nothing outside the Rhino, then there was an ear-splitting screech and the tank was torn in half.
Laetres went flying from the wreckage. The marines spilled from the ruined husk. Being thrown from a destroyed tank would have killed a normal man but Laetres was unaffected by the fall due to his power armor and gene-enhanced body.
Getting up he tore his damaged helmet off his face and looked up. In front of him was a massive half-daemon, half machine beast. Standing on four great spider-like legs it had a heavily muscled upper form and two great bladed claws. Pipe-like horns rose from its bovine head.
It turned from its position in an ally and plucked the burning corpse of the driver from the rhino and tore it in two. It brought its left claw around, crushing two of Laetres’s squad as they charged the daemon with krak grenades primed.
Nearby the great Nurgle prince landed, eyes staring malevolently. Sucking in its great barrel-chest it let out a stream of black filth into the marines of Quintus’s squad, who had spilled out of their rhino to assault the daemon machine beast.
Four astartes screamed as they fell, armor burning away like acid as the filth dissolved them into slush. Quintus screamed in rage at the loss of his battle brother’s geneseed. In the Eagle Claws the recovery of geneseed was valued heavily and the loss of it was a deep blow.
The sergeant brought his power fist about and charged towards the Nurgle daemon prince. A crash sounded near Laetres, distracting him. The Soulgrinder brought its claw down at the sergeant, but Laetres rolled out of the way, just barely.
He activated his own power fist and charged forward, ducking under the laws and bring the energized fist around, smashing into the front, right leg of the beast, smashing through warp-powered metal and rotting flesh.
The leg was torn clean off and the beast oared again. Aglesius, another one of Laetres’s marine charge forward and attacked a krak grenade to the leg of the Soulgrinder, mangling the other one. It roared in pain and rage as the other astartes of Laetres’ group pelted it with bolter fire.
He reached out and tore Aglesius in half. Laetres snarled in frustration and hatred at the monster. He leapt up and brought his fist in a glowing arc, tearing through the stomach were it was jointed to the legs.
A massive wound was ripped into the beast and purple ichor poured out. Brother Talus took out his entire supply of krak grenades and threw it into the open wound. Eyes widening Laetres threw himself back as the blast tore the Soulgrinder into pieces.
Bits of daemon and warp metal rained down on the ground. Laetres picked himself up. ‘’That was completely reckless, against the Codex astartes, but it worked like hell’’ The first sergeant spoke to his brother. ‘’Of course captain’’ answered the line brother doggedly.
A scream of rage distracted the marines of Squad Laetres the Nurgle prince tossed away the corpse of Quintus and two of his brother marines as he staggered back from a mighty chest wound, he roared and cut down three more astartes of Quintus’s squad.
The last member of Quintus’s group fired his bolter point blank into the daemon’s face, blowing off half the prince’s face. However the horrific wound did little to slow down the former Death guard. The daemon prince raised his filthy claw and tore of the astartes’ head in one stroke.
Before Laetres and any of bloodletters rounded the cover, behind the prince. Swearing loudly, Laetres cocked his bolter and emptied the entire magazine and his brothers followed the same. Nearby a damaged predator destructor fire its heavy bolters and autocannon at the daemon prince who simply strode forward through the hailstorm of firepower while the bloodletters where slaughtered all around him.
Laetres swore as the great rotting figure spread it’s skeletal wings and sucked it’s rotting chest back, no doubt ready to unleash another wave of rotting death into the men of the First squad, Laetres leapt back to avoid the shot.
Then the nearby building wall crashed down as the massive form of a Land Raider Redeemer crashed through the wall. The front hull of the Redeemer crashed into the huge daemon prince, sending it flying into a nearby ruined shack.
The front ramp flew down the terminators of Squad Rabix exited, thunder hammers and lightning claws held at ready. They charged the hulking form of the dampen prince who rose out of the rubble, enraged.
Thunder hammers tore off the former Death Guard’s left arm and lighting claws gouged massive wounds in the putrid armored skin of the daemon prince who lashed out, decapitating a lighting claws terminator and smashing a thunder hammer marine to the ground.
He brought his claws around for another strike. The great lengths of warp-bone striking against the storm shield of Sergeant Rabix, right before he brought his thunder hammer down upon the daemon’s skull, crushing it.
The rest of the First Company terminators swarmed around the daemon, raining blows upon the rapidly dissolving corpse until there was nothing left but a blacked mark from the banishment of the daemon prince.
All around Laetres were the rest of the Eagle claws strike force, rhinos drove up and deployed their cargo, bolters spitting, vindicators and predators found their targets and engaged.
In less than a minute the surviving daemons that were attacking the forward marine strike force were all slain and banished. They did not go quietly however, three more astartes dies before they all were done.
In the aftermath of the assault Captain Basiclus strode out of his command razorback to over were Apothecary Claudius was operating on several wounded marines, some from Laetres’s squad.
‘’How many did we get back?’’ the captain said, referring to the geneseed. ‘’Twenty-eight pairs’’ the apothecary replied in a neutral tone, although Basiclus knew the loss of the geneseed would have troubled the medic more than other marine in the chapter and that was saying a lot.
‘’Do not worry, when we find the one who brought these daemons to the planet, he will meet a painful end, I will personally shove my power sword down his throaty’’ the captain assured the apothecary who merely smiled.
Nearby walked Librarian Chemosian and Laetres. ‘’Brother-captain, I need to speak with you’’ the psyker requested. The marine captain turned, what news do you bring me brother?’’ he questioned.
‘’I have sent the communicant to the ‘’Emperor’s Claw’’ as you orders sir.’’ Chemosian replied, referencing the Eagle Claws battle barge. ‘’I have found some interesting things about the city from orbital shots’’ he spoke eagerly.
‘’What have you found?’’ asked Basiclus.
‘’There is a large warp portal in the center of the city, with eight others surrounding it, if one draws ‘’lines’’ between the points then we can see it would be an eight-pointed star of chaos’’ he said. He gestured to the ground. ‘’I would draw it for easier sense, except for obvious reasons it would be a bad idea’’ the librarian explained.
Basiclus raise done hand. ‘’No, it is fine brother, what I am more concerned about is how to stop the daemonic flood here and find the inquisitor’’ he commented, obviously his mind was hard and work, brow furrowed.
‘’If I might offer a suggestion sir’’ offered Laetres. ‘’Maybe the Tau have taken him?’’ he spoke. ‘’That is a possibility’’ the Second captain said, head nodding slowly, but why would they when they just got rushed by a daemon horde?’’ questioned Basiclus.
‘’I don’t like this, it’s a bit too confusing, we come here kill some xenos, grab the inquisitor and leave’’ said Laetres. ‘’Agreed’’ spoke Basiclus, rubbing his chin with one gauntleted hand. ‘’Obviously we have to stop the daemons here before it can spread across the planet, I am confidant on the fact that the xenos will not be in much of s shape to operate in the southern there after the casualties they sustained fighting us and the daemons’’ he calculated.
‘’Brother captain’’ spoke Sergeant Belsarius, who appeared from the shadows of a building. ‘’We have received a message drone from the Tau they wish to speak with use’’ he reported quickly.
‘’Kill them’’ were Laetres first words. ‘’Trust not he word of a xeno.’’ He said hatefully, spitting the said, burning a hole in the rubble. ‘’Agreed brother, but we can learn of the location of the inquisitor from them, and we will kill them shortly after, you have no doubt of that.’’ He said vehemently.
‘’But allying with xenos? Brother I must say my hesitancy on this, they will surely try to trick us’’ argued Laetres. ‘’Of course I expect them to, it’s what all xenos desire after all, but at the moment I need some information rather than stumbling around blind, rest assured we will have our vengeance on them’’ said Basiclus coolly.
Laetres fell silent and nodded his head. The Eagle Claws were as xenophobic as the rest of the Adeptus Astartes and the Imperium, but the fact that all astartes were taught unquestioning obedience to their officers and the promise of battle with the xenos allied him.
‘’Well then’’ Basiclus said. ‘’Let’s get out of here and withdraw to the outskirts and contact the Tau and see what we have here, once that is done we move in, destroy the warp rift and go back to orbit’’ he said.
‘’Remember, we are the Claws of the Emperor, his sword, we will not fail him. ''Persta Atque Obdure''
Thanks for the concern guys and while that might be part of it, DoN, I'm really just not feeling in the mood for participating in a 40k setting. Even though I've enjoyed both Fantasy and 40k over my many years in the hobby I've never managed to uphold them both together during the same period of time and right now it is fantasy all the way. I didn't think that it would stretch over into roleplaying as well but...well, apparently. 
I'd rather focus on one story and with that choice I would go with the TVC. The idea of participating in this one as well was probably a spark of the moment that gradually faded back into nothing. I get those every now and then, heheh. Although I could still be around to play as minor roles such as a guardsman whenever one is needed or, as Ghoulking suggested to me in a PM, be at the controls of the occasional local monster-wildlife.
I'd rather focus on one story and with that choice I would go with the TVC. The idea of participating in this one as well was probably a spark of the moment that gradually faded back into nothing. I get those every now and then, heheh. Although I could still be around to play as minor roles such as a guardsman whenever one is needed or, as Ghoulking suggested to me in a PM, be at the controls of the occasional local monster-wildlife.
A question Vekarin, what is prexis doing in the catacomb here, the bomb isn't there...
I'll roleplay a character for the defense if people want more characters there.
I'll roleplay a character for the defense if people want more characters there.
That's quite realistic, after all Prexis wouldn't know its not there without looking for it.......
Exactly. According to his intelligence, the weapon is somewhere in the North Pole, along with a sizeable force of Necrons. Two and two together means that the Necrons have the device. The problem is that that answer is three.
Right, he dosn't have the research files from the outpost yet. I guess my character will head off to another outpost searching.
start posting people!
Gree: I did not realise that your marine had entered the command room where my and GoW's char are. I've edited one post so that I would not look stupid when not greeting him 
Alright, I realized my last post was kind of crappy, so I've edited slightly and hopefully made it better.
And where are the orks more exactly?
And where are the orks more exactly?
I don't know, ask Ghouly, it's his xenos. Can I get a good idea on the size of the Guard numbers that are planetside at the capital. Keep in mind that the Orks number around 50,000 or so and the astartes should tip the blance greatly, I think about 40,000 guard in my opnion
Not really Gree - you're forgetting in a siege situation the defending force can be half of the attacking and still hold you. The Orks have to make it through a killing ground being targeted by the wall batteries and then try and get past the curtain wall.
Anyway as per the descriptions the Ork vastly outnumber them, which is much more fun and interesting, adds a bit of difficulty to the proceedings.
Now in regards to how the chapter is to proceed, as I know people prefer a brief outline:
The Orks will show up and try to attack. Their face wave will be driven back by the wall batteries. Hoping to drive them off a large contingent of guard / marines / tanks will advance out of the city.
This will fail (you'll see why) and then the Orks attack the city in earnest.
Thats enough to keep us going for now I think, I think Ghouly needs to post the Orks arriving.
Anyway as per the descriptions the Ork vastly outnumber them, which is much more fun and interesting, adds a bit of difficulty to the proceedings.
Now in regards to how the chapter is to proceed, as I know people prefer a brief outline:
The Orks will show up and try to attack. Their face wave will be driven back by the wall batteries. Hoping to drive them off a large contingent of guard / marines / tanks will advance out of the city.
This will fail (you'll see why) and then the Orks attack the city in earnest.
Thats enough to keep us going for now I think, I think Ghouly needs to post the Orks arriving.