[RP] Verus Imperator Adventum

[Grand Master Tyrak]

aboard the TerrorShip 'Morklubz Pride'

 

*Out of character*

Bearing in mind a single hulk can carry up to a small Waaagh! I posted that there was no accompanying fleet, so our guys would have a chance down on the planet. Morklub needs to be Kaptin of the hulk. :)

[Captain Malachi]

*IC*

Turning to face the ancient dreadnought, Levinski tried not to give away too much of his emotions. "Essentially, whatever the conclave can muster. My plan for the moment is that we hold out until your company arrives, hopefully they should bolster our forces enough to win the fight." I just fear they might not make it in time. He finished to himself.

 

*OOC*

Eddie, I was hoping someone would take over the ork character, I had no idea how to play an ork warlord :lol: But yeah, let's make Morklubs Pride the hulk. My original plan was for a small ork vessel, but Tyrak decided it was a hulk, not that I mind, I'm always up for a scrap.

[Grand Master Tyrak]

Captain Malachi Posted Today, 12:29 PM

But yeah, let's make Morklubs Pride the hulk. My original plan was for a small ork vessel, but Tyrak decided it was a hulk, not that I mind, I'm always up for a scrap.

 

Yeah, sorry about that. Tyrak being a Naval character I'm familiar with most things BFG, so I had a sniff around in my copies of the Ork lists and fluff.

 

Anyhow, back to it . . .

 

*In character*

 

Day 2, Firebird Rising, 1400

 

Interrogator Serk interrupted Tyrak's musings.

"Sir, Admiral Cyrus reports he has left dock and is proceeding with full speed to the sector jump-point."

"Good. Did he provide a fleet manifest?"

"Yes sir, he did. He reports that he was able to get hold of a detachment five ships of obsolete classes from the First Reserve Fleet, and apologises for the hour's delay that caused for their crews to familiarise themselves with the ships. They are a Repulsive Class Grand Cruiser, a Hades Class Heavy Cruiser, and a squadron of a Carnage Class Cruiser and two Murder Class Cruisers."

Serk handed Tyrak a dataslate. Tyrak glanced at it, reading under his breath.

"Right. Emperor-Class Battleship Domine Canis, leading. Vengeance Class Grand Cruiser Annihilator, Exorcist Class Grand Cruiser Death Knell, Repulsive Class Grand Cruiser Avenger, Hades Class Heavy Cruiser Valedictor, Mars Class Battlecruiser Martian Fury. Squadron One, Lunar Class Cruisers Valiant Knight, commanding, Crusader and Morning Star. Squadron Two, Lunar Class Cruisers Lance, commanding, Imperator Rex and Sea Fortress.

Mixed Cruiser Squadron 'A', Carnage Class Cruiser Aggressor, commanding, Murder Class Cruisers Aggravator and Antagonist. Dictator Class Cruisers Lion and Dragon, unsquadroned.

Squadron White, Dauntless Class Cruisers Lord Hautur, commanding, Servitude and Mortis. Squadron Blue, Endeavour Class Cruisers Warrior, commanding, Wraith and Warlord, with attached Endurance Class Light Cruiser Judgement.

Squadron 'E', Sword Class Frigates Emperor, commanding, Executor, Enforcer and Eleanor. Squadron 'F', Sword Class Frigates Fury, commanding, Ferocious, Fateful and Farsight. Squadron 'I', Sword Class Frigates Indefatigable, commanding, Indomitable, Illuminator and Insidious. Squadron 'R', Cobra Class Destroyers Redoubtable, commanding, Ravager, Retributor and Razor."

Tyrak handed the dataslate back and returned to his thoughts.

 

Several seconds later he realised Serk was still there.

"Yes?"

"Sir, I was wondering, why do we need a full sector battlefleet, even if it is a reserve fleet? The scans on the hulk have only detected around a third of the amount of Orks that it has capacity for."

"Serk, the Inquisition needs resources, and to ensure those resources are always available, one must make full use of them to ensure they have no loyalties elsewhere. A Inquisitorial check does wonders for loyalty, particularly from one who is familiar with the preliminary signs of Naval dissent. The more resources one has at one's disposal, the more you can achieve. Even more so if those resources are permanently at my my disposal, such as yourself, or the Firebird."

Serk nodded, though he showed no signs of comprehending Tyrak's line of thinking. Clearly something drastic would have to happen if Serk was to make it to Inquisitor.

 

Once Serk had left the bridge, Tyrak turned to speak with Elbe, but the Techpriest was finishing modifying his limbs. Aside from the two bionic arms and three mechadendrites, Elbe was busy attaching a further two mechandendrites, the primary bionic eye in his face disabled as he supervised operations via his second bionic eye mounted in the fifth mechandenrite sprouting from his spine. The optical mechandendrite hovered over proceeding like a scorpion's stinger, checking the connections and power supply, bringing Elbe's limbs to a total of 9.. Finally Elbe finished, rotating his bionic arms round to their proper positions in and the primary eye under his cowl flaring into glowing red life, his mechadendrites now hovering and waving slightly with a life of their own, and the optical mechadendrite hovering over his head as usual.

"As soon as Cyrus arrives, we can meet Trueborn."

"++Trueborn comes with Cyrus. He is a long way from his homeworld.++"

"His services are worth it. An emissary has gone back to his homeworld on his behalf, to share his new knowledge."

"++Such knowledge is not of the prohibited kind, I hope.++"

"No, nothing more than Serk and Kretschmann know."

"++ Good. You know as well as I do it is not worth being lax with knowledge of the foes we face.++"

"No. Still, all we can do now it wait. The hulk will be in range in 5 hours. Hopefully, since it's alone, it's objective will be to make planetfall, not that we have anything like the resources here to stop it."

 

Tyrak moved to the centre of the command deck, coat open to reveal the armour beneath. Rex, his cyber-mastiff, trotted over and curled up, deactivated, at Tyrak's feet, awaiting the conflict to come.

[The emperors chosen]

Ic

"sir,I think you need to see this"

"What is it Lysander?" asked James.

"The men have found an eight pointed star in the bunker, That means that those men werent catachans at all, they were Basavriuk's men"

"That could explain several things." James said

"like?" asked Lysander

"Well for one, they fled to easily, I expected higher resistance from them."

"So what does it mean"

"it means we're getting closer" James responded grimly

OC

Tyrak, my ship, the Endeavour class Ranger is also in system

[Eddie Orlock]

*OOC*

Eddie, I was hoping someone would take over the ork character, I had no idea how to play an ork warlord :P But yeah, let's make Morklubs Pride the hulk. My original plan was for a small ork vessel, but Tyrak decided it was a hulk, not that I mind, I'm always up for a scrap.

Well, the thinkin' goes like this. Of the Ork clans, the pseudo-outcasts, the Blood Axes, are renowned for dealing with non-orks, particularly humans. Of the Ork 'Professions', Free-Bootas, are known to be the most likely to make a quasi-fair deals with non-orks, and may even have a concept of 'trade', not just loot and tribute. So, stereotypically, a blood-axe born free-boota just might be an ork you could make a deal with and not have him immediately stab you in the back.

 

So, if you were a Xenos agent looking to run a little experiment, just what kind of Orks would you choose? ;)

 

Unfortunately, free-boota bands seldom achieve full waugh status, as they have a hard time trustin' each other for long enough, but, if you'll bear with me, I'll invoke some 'Know-Wotz' to work around the issue.

 

*IC* Early afternoon, day two, Engineroom of Morklubz Pride

 

"Wot d'ya mean da fieldz Kollapsin'? Wot kinda zoggin' ooseless mek-boss letz iz fieldz kollapse! Wen I wuz a yoof dese tings jus didn' 'appen ta Orkses. Meybe to weedy oomies, 'kause deys alwayz chantin' and splashin' oils and stuff on dere makines and not 'itten 'em wif spannerz like youze 'sposed ta" Morklub used his tirade as a distraction and took a swing ad the big meks block and as his brass knouckles connected with the bionic bonce the loud ringing caught the ear of all the rest of the meks and spanna boys minding the worky-bits.

 

Fully in the eye of all his subordinates, Mek-boss StarZag started to make his case "now look 'ere boss, dem know-wotz we jack't from dem dark pansies on da advise of dat Orlok bloke are only so well made, see. Dey oose 'em only to conceal dere little, weedy boatz, so when we oose 'em on a right-proppa kruizer, dey jus don' last as long. Den you 'ave uz pump more o' da jooce throogh 'em, and it's no wunda dey's burnin' out. 'Sidez boss, why doos it matter if deyz oomies see uz as a 'Ulk or a flotilla of Kruizaz and rammin' boatz?"

 

"Listen you zog, just oozse da boss 'ere. I'll tellz ya, ME! An', if I sayz wez goin' ta be sneaky, wez going to be sneaky, datz all dere is too it! But az a speshul favor to oose ladz down 'ere in injuneerin' I'll letz oose in on da plan. If deyz finks wez really strong, strong likez a full on waugh, dey might just give uz da loot. Den we can evver just go on our way wif our tribute, or, wez can smash 'em up klose and orky. Meybey, if deys gots a little kourage and deys plans to fightz us, well den, dey'll call in all da fancy oomie fings, like dere funny lookin' gargantz and some of dem spaze marinez, da 'ardest boyz deyz gotz for you to 'ave a good scrap wif. Eiver way wez winz. quick loot, or a right proppa fight wif stuff to smash for all da boyz. Az boss, I'z gotz ta know dese fings." Morklub pause to see if any of it was sinkin' in, but as with most of his cunning plans, they ladz eyes just seemed to glase over 'til he told them what to hit. "So, ta make dis work, oose lot is goin' ta make dem fields work, and datz all dere is too it."

 

Now that they'd been told what to do and had started to bash away at the worky bitz to get things right proper again, Morklub embarked on his trip back up to his bridge. Zoggin' meks, keeping them in line took up almost half his time, and if Loutenant Krugzog was in his chair again, he'd be bringing the ruckus.

 

*OOC*

 

... and presto, now the Pride looks like a 'Ulk, smells like a 'Ulk, but is actually a terroship, a kill krooza, and a fistful of escorts in one tight cluster formation under a mek boy contraption bodged together from looted dark-eldar mimic engines. 'Cause Orky Know-Wotz can do nearly anything the orkz need them too in the back-ground. So, it's fully apt that the fire-bird's sensors read it as an under manned 'Ulk, they'll just be in for a bit of a shock when it does some oddly agile manoeuvres to close with them.

[ripath]

DARN YOU NURGLE! THAT SACRIFICE WASN'T MEANT FOR YOU! so you can take your nurgle rot back. thats why I havn't been in lately

[Grand Master Tyrak]

So, it's fully apt that the fire-bird's sensors read it as an under manned 'Ulk, they'll just be in for a bit of a shock when it does some oddly agile manoeuvres to close with them.

 

*Out of character*

 

Uh-oh. Maybe I shouldn't have unmasked the guns. Triple the expected weapons batteries and a lance battery is a shock for anyone, even if there was only meant to be one weapons battery. Still, I'd only just be a match for an Ork escort, and only then if I surprised it with my hidden guns (the benefits of being a Q-Ship ;) ). I'll have to stand off and stay clear.

[Captain Hajime]

OOC question are we regrouping at the landing site or any hails about the incoming orks?

[Eisenwolf]

*IC*

 

-----Day 2-----

 

-----Inquisitorial Landing Site-----

 

Cadmus sagely regarded the Inquisitor for a long moment, he chose his words carefully before speaking. "Inquisitor even if the Enemy were to strike here we must be prepared for any and all eventualities. The Ebb and Flow of Combat could leave any point in this sites Perimeter open to attack. Perhaps you should assign some Servitors to begin constructing light defensive entrenchments around the Site, and cut back the forest to at least ten metres around the site to provide level fields of overlapping fire." Cadmus gestured with the massive clawed fist that served as his left arm around him. "Trenches might serve well with sentry towers constructed from the wood that you harvest whilst cutting back the forest, even the lightest of barricades delays the enemy that much longer for our forces to whittle them down." Cadmus turned his head to look up at the sky and a mechanical sigh echoed from his vox caster hauntingly as he gazed into the stars . "My Brothers will arrive Inquisitor, until then we may only Pray for the Emperors divine protection and guidance."

 

-----The Warp-----

 

The Captain of the Sword of Fury Gazed at his bridge crew, noting their firm and unwavering attention to their duties, he looked at the blank windows of the bridge where the blast shields had lowered as they entered the warp so as to protect the crew from the madness of The Warp. They had been this madness for what felt like days but they were strengthened by the thought of their Brothers fighting on that planet to which they were headed. Soon enough they would arrive and the full strength of the Lion would devour their enemies in a blaze of Holy Bolter fire and Promethium.

 

*OOC*

 

Ripath you better remember your devotions to clear up that accursed Nurgles Rot, you have men I need to blow up :rolleyes:

 

And Tyrak don't forget that the Dauntless Class ship, Unyielding Faith, is still in system since I first arrived on the planet

[Grand Master Tyrak]

And Tyrak don't forget that the Dauntless Class ship, Unyielding Faith, is still in system since I first arrived on the planet

 

*Out of character*

 

Well, currently around the planet we have an Endeavour-Class Light Cruiser, a Dauntless-Class Light Cruiser and a Q-ship (modified freighter). Hulks are bigger than battleships. Now you see why I'm trying to get out of the way, we are so badly outclassed.

 

*In character*

"Helm, turn 90 degrees starboard and come to all ahead full. Keep us well clear of the hulk, we don't know what it's capable of and I don't want to be leaving the ship before Admiral Cyrus arrives."

"Helm, 90 degrees starboard, then all ahead full, aye sir."

Tyrak turned impatiently to Elbe, who was fiddling with the now detached gauntlets of Tyrak's power armour.

"Finished yet?"

"++Patience. The Machine Spirit must be properly attended to before such an operation.++"

Elbe withdrew the mechandrites from within the left gauntlet and handed both back to Tyrak.

"++All done. I have installed a minature melta weapon in the left wrist, and a compact combat knife in the right wrist. The pistol is one-shot only, for emergencies. Same goes for the knife. It will take time to rearm the pistol and replace the knife. It won't fire the knife, but you won't be unarmed in that armour.++"

"I assume it is controlled via the MIU you . . . implanted earlier?"

Tyrak twitched at the memory of the implant operation.

"++Yes, mind-impluse control.++"

"How am I to carry this? The armour is heavy enough now."

"++If you will allow me . . . saty still while I do this.++"

 

Elbe walked round behind Tyrak, as a mechadendrite reached down the collar of Tyrak's armour, connecting an plug attached to the armour to a spinal socket just below Tyrak's neck. Tyrak hissed as the two meshed together, linking him with his armour. He flexed his gauntleted fingers.

"Ahh. Much better."

"++You should not remain connected to the armour for longer periods of time. Long periods of usage can lead to atrophied muscles.++"

"That is alright. I'm planning to study Biomancy, so I will be able to regrow any damaged muscle tissue."

"++If you say so.++"

 

The armour now felt good, much lighter that it had before. Still no match for an Astartes plugged into his armour, but it was probably the nearest he would get. More importantly, he now suffered no loss of reflex from the armour's weight.

Serk entered the command deck.

"Sir, a message from Astropath Pravin. Admiral Cyrus is making remarkably good time through the warp."

"Thank you."

 

So, whoever this Traitor was, it seemed as though the Orks would disrupt his plans, and so his patron god had cleared the warp in the hopes that the Navy would clear out the Orks before they could interfere with the Traitor's plans. A scheme of the Great Conspirator, no doubt.

[Captain Malachi]

*IC*

Day 2, Inquisitorial landing site.

 

Sighing, Levinski turned to the ancient dreadnought. "You are correct. I must admit, I am not a soldier by profession, much more of an investigator. You have been a soldier since long before even my parents were born, perhaps you should take over battlefield preparations?"

 

*OOC*

Hajime, anyone who is at the landing site knows about the orks, unfortunately the groups that have headed in to the jungles have no way of knowing until the jamming signal goes down, for now, they're on their own. I believe you are at the landing site though aren't you?

[Captain Hajime]

*IC*

Day 2, Inquisitorial landing site.

 

Sighing, Levinski turned to the ancient dreadnought. "You are correct. I must admit, I am not a soldier by profession, much more of an investigator. You have been a soldier since long before even my parents were born, perhaps you should take over battlefield preparations?"

 

*OOC*

Hajime, anyone who is at the landing site knows about the orks, unfortunately the groups that have headed in to the jungles have no way of knowing until the jamming signal goes down, for now, they're on their own. I believe you are at the landing site though aren't you?

 

*ooc*

 

Nope I not I headed off into the bush, Trying to deciede what to post next.

[Eddie Orlock]

...

 

*IC* - Afternoon, Mission Day 2

 

...Once he'd regained his ship, it was the adepts plan to bombard the landing site from orbit with torpedoes, and with any luck obliterate any physical trace of the missions failure and prevent any proprietary kit from falling into unauthorized hands. ...

;) Looks like we've finally caught up with Medronicus time dilation. It's almost like he was forewarned. Nah. :D ;)

"Sir, Admiral Cyrus reports he has left dock and is proceeding with full speed to the sector jump-point."

"Good. Did he provide a fleet manifest?"

"Yes sir, he did. He reports that he was able to get hold of a detachment five ships of obsolete classes from the First Reserve Fleet, and apologises for the hour's delay that caused for their crews to familiarise themselves with the ships. They are a Repulsive Class Grand Cruiser, a Hades Class Heavy Cruiser, and a squadron of a Carnage Class Cruiser and two Murder Class Cruisers."

Serk handed Tyrak a dataslate. Tyrak glanced at it, reading under his breath.

"Right. Emperor-Class Battleship Domine Canis, leading. Vengeance Class Grand Cruiser Annihilator, Exorcist Class Grand Cruiser Death Knell, Repulsive Class Grand Cruiser Avenger, Hades Class Heavy Cruiser Valedictor, Mars Class Battlecruiser Martian Fury. Squadron One, Lunar Class Cruisers Valiant Knight, commanding, Crusader and Morning Star. Squadron Two, Lunar Class Cruisers Lance, commanding, Imperator Rex and Sea Fortress.

Mixed Cruiser Squadron 'A', Carnage Class Cruiser Aggressor, commanding, Murder Class Cruisers Aggravator and Antagonist. Dictator Class Cruisers Lion and Dragon, unsquadroned.

Squadron White, Dauntless Class Cruisers Lord Hautur, commanding, Servitude and Mortis. Squadron Blue, Endeavour Class Cruisers Warrior, commanding, Wraith and Warlord, with attached Endurance Class Light Cruiser Judgement.

Squadron 'E', Sword Class Frigates Emperor, commanding, Executor, Enforcer and Eleanor. Squadron 'F', Sword Class Frigates Fury, commanding, Ferocious, Fateful and Farsight. Squadron 'I', Sword Class Frigates Indefatigable, commanding, Indomitable, Illuminator and Insidious. Squadron 'R', Cobra Class Destroyers Redoubtable, commanding, Ravager, Retributor and Razor."

Tyrak handed the dataslate back and returned to his thoughts.

 

Several seconds later he realised Serk was still there.

"Yes?"

"Sir, I was wondering, why do we need a full sector battlefleet, even if it is a reserve fleet? ...

Good Gravey! A battle ship, a quartet of grand cruisers, and over twenty cruisers of various classes, and the attendant flotilla of escorts?! Ohh, this will never do, we can't be having you undo von Orlocks plots so swiftly, now can we.

 

If you don't mind, I'll throw the following piece of correspondence into the proceedings...

 

*IC* Astropathic transmission afternoon of day two, TST originating from the feldspar system nearby.

 

+++ Begin Transmission +++

 

+++ Clearance: Purple Phi Exactus +++

 

+++ Subject: Recent Fleet Mobilizations and Dispositions, and the Prosecution of Active Enemies to the Emperors Realms +++

 

+++ Recipient: Admiral Cyrus +++

 

+++Thought for the day: The Emperor Expects Every Man To Do His Duty +++

 

Dear Cyrus,

 

It has come to my attentions that you've recently began mobilization activities for the sectors fleet in this vicinity without a clearly defined military objective appropriate for the magnitude of your forces. As you seem like a fairly worthy servant of the Emperor I send you this missive to forewarn you and save you from the heresy of squandering the Emperors resources.

 

You and your fleet are here by requested and required under Inquisitorial authority to attend to join operations task force 'Imperitus Malleous' assembling in the vicinity of the Feldspar system, on route to what I've been lead to believe from your published warp jump schedules, is your otherwise intended destination, for anti-Eldar punitive actions in coordination with elements from the adjoining sectors battle fleet and the Storm Angels.

 

It is my expectation that you will provide this group with twenty capital ships appropriately armed to engage the aforementioned xenos and expunge their presence from this system for as long as it shall take to conclude this task.

 

In good faith,

 

Inquisitor Edward von Orlock, Ordo Xenos.

 

+++ Transmission Ends +++

 

*OOC*

 

It is good to have friends amongst the navis nobilitus.

 

Cutting it down to half a dozen capital ships as reinforcement to the handful already in the system aught to even the odds and give the orks something of a fighting chance. It's not like von Orlock is playing both hands now is it. ^_^

 

Now we get to see how our dear Cyrus responds to two conflicting requests from authorities which both have the nominal capacity to damn him and end his career or worse.

[Grand Master Tyrak]

*In character*

+++ Begin Transmission +++

 

+++ Clearance: Ref: Purple Phi Exactus +++

 

+++ Subject: Ref: Recent Fleet Mobilizations and Dispositions, and the Prosecution of Active Enemies to the Emperors Realms +++

 

+++ Recipient: Inquisitor Edward von Orlock, Ordo Xenos +++

 

+++Thought for the day: Only the weak question +++

 

This is an auto-responsive message . . .

 

Admiral Cyrus is unavoidably detained at the moment, but will give your orders his full attention as soon as he has accomplished his more important duties. Until then, he leaves matters in your capable hands.

Praise the Emperor.

 

+++Transmission Ends+++

 

*Out of character*

Oh I am so grateful to Forgeworld for introducing that message concept to IA:4. <_<

 

I'm afraid not much will better the 'Old Boys Network' that comes with being born on the Valiant.

Or perhaps Cyrus' loyalities are more personal. ;)

 

You are not the only Inquisitor plotting in the void around Maeroc . . . .

 

I think with the fleet in motion I can make my machinations a bit more obvious. ;)

[Eisenwolf]

*IC*

 

-----Day 2-----

 

-----Inquisitorial Landing Site-----

 

Cadmus turned to the Inquisitor and bowed slightly from the waist, "Your will, Inquisitor." He stepped back and surveyed the sight that the Inquisition had centred in, he swept his gaze around the landing site tacking in depths of treeline and possible locations that the enemy might be able to breach through. He utilized the ancient Machine Spirit of his Sarcophagus and sent a communication of Orders out to the Servitors in the camp, they quickly stopped whatever actions they were engaged in, slaved as they were to his command systems. The Camp around them became a flurry of activity, the Servitors carefully placing down what weapons they had been carrying and instead took up tools, they moved with inhuman speed and precision as the whine of chain weaponry filled the air. "All Servants of the Emperor Hear Me!" Cadmus' voice echoed around the camp, amplified so that all others could hear him clearly. "We must set up fields of defense to hold back the enemies that we will inevitably face! Those of you not engaged in vital work are now under my Command, the first order of things is to tighten up this Camp, bring it into a circular shape and ensure that you leave no place for the Enemy to sneak through! All other Orders will be given when this task is completed. For The Emperor we shall defend this place, and in his name strengthen it!" Cadmus stomped off as he directed men and women to the locations where they would be required, his orders flowing thick and fast in a torrent of chastisements and praise, as he began to whip the loose camp into a defensible site.

[Grand Master Tyrak]

*In character*

Day 2, 2340, the Landing Site

 

Hayes opened one eye at the shouts now echoing round the camp, letting the commands they contained sink in as he lay dozing in his foxhole, waiting for the signal to return to the Firebird Rising. Lazily he pulled his Navy cap down over his eyes and huddled deeper into his greatcoat. It was bitterly cold.

His green-robed Astropath Fralon sat on the edge of the foxhole, waiting to relay the message when it came. Chiiss and Khalar sat nearby, cradling shotguns and talking quietly to each other. Hayes hated the cold, ever since he was an ensign.

 

Cold? Hayes sat up sharply. This was a jungle planet, there was no cold! Quickly he scanned the edge of the landing site, looking for the source of the psychic energies causing the cold. It wasn't until Fralon screamed, clutching his head, that Hayes turned, too late to see the coloured, pulsing rift of energy marking the Daemonhost's entry into realspace. Chiiss got a shotgun round off before being bowled over by the Daemonhost as it went for Hayes. Somehow he got his sword drawn and managed to block the descending claws. Time seemed to slow as he dimly heard shouts from the rest of the camp, saw out of the corner of his eye Khalar stalking, shotgun raised, round the Daemonhost, hoping to get a shot off should it and Hayes break off their combat.

Up, down, parry, down again. He saw his opening and lunged, sanctified blade piercing the flesh of the Daemon, which screamed. Had it linged then, it would have decapitated Hayes, but it did not, as if held back by a greater power. Pulling out his Naval Pistol, he emptied the magazine into the Daemonhost's face, which dissolved into a pool of steaming, foul-smelling liquid, emitting its unearthly cries as it went. The combat had lasted less than five seconds. Scanning the area he waited for the follow-up attack, but outside the camp there was nothing.

 

Hauling Fralon to his feet, Hayes holstered his pistol and began to clean his sword. Something bothered him. It was far from usual for a single Daemonhost to be sent to attack a target unsupported and one so well defended by forces that had ready experience of defeating such creatures. The Daemonhost seemed to fight like it had been handicapped, and he was certain some power had held it back from the killing stroke. The Emperor? He hoped so, but inside he wondered it the Daemonhost had not been betrayed by its patron. Certainly the Great Conspirator had been recorded as doing so to those servants that displeased him. Now certain that something was out of place, Hayes fervently hoped that he had been lucky, rather than being caught up in a plan he had no knowledge of.

 

* * *

 

Firebird Rising

 

"Message from the planet, sir. And one from the fleet, sir."

"Thank you, Mr Serk."

Tyrak took the dataslate and read,

"Attacked by lone Daemonhost, raid unsuccessful. Killed Daemonhost personally. Standing by for fleet transfer. Inquisitor Hayes."

The fleet message read,

"Real-space translation imminent. Warp voyage unusually fast, 6 days warp-time, and causing stirrings among crew, please advise if necessary. We are standing by for translation and your transfer."

Excellent, thought Tyrak. Now that Hayes had destroyed the Daemon he could see the Tarot's reading coming true before his eyes. The Traitor had to reveal himself now, he had to!

"Mr Serk! Send transfer orders to Mr Hayes, I want him back on board. Get all armsmen to my Thunderhawk, and make sure Navigator Barrell and Astropath Pravin are strapped in. I'll be along shortly. Once you've done that fit as many Servitors as you can in the remaining hold space. Oh, and take this to the Thunderhawk."

Using his power-armoured strength, Tyrak detached the ship's bell from its stand, the embossed 'Firebird' showing clearly on its side, and handed it to Serk, who trotted off in the direction of the hangar bays.

Leaning over to speak quietly to Elbe, Tyrak murmured,

"Is the ship rigged?"

The Tech-priest nodded.

"Then its time to move."

Tyrak and Elbe headed for the launch bay, Rex plodding after Tyrak.

 

*Out of character*

I'm being a little more obvious here, maybe someone will guess what Tyrak is up to. :rolleyes:

[Inquisitor =D=]

{Day 2 2340 TST- Maeroc Landing Site}

 

He knew that chill. He knew that chill as well as his own hand. So he ran, right for it. 30 meters to his left, a fox hole that another inquisitor had been occupying twiddling his thumbs. Inquisitor Decklan reached the edge of the foxhole both pistols drawn and trained on the daemon. But he was too late, the daemon was already dead a sanctified blade running it through. Lowering his pistols with a sigh Decklan eyed the man cleaning his blade. "Interrogator Hayes was it? Ran that git through eh? No easy trick 'dere. Congrats." Turning back towards the camp Decklan spoke now into his comm bead, " HK.4334, retrieve incinerator from arvus and converge on my location." Decklan turned back towards Hayes a strange smile on his face. "I know 'dis aint all da 'osts but with guns like you 'ere I 'ave lots less ta counter about. "

It was just then that one of Decklan's heavy bolter servitors reached the fox hole carrying an incinerator in its hand. Decklan took the blessed flamer and turned to the fox hole. " You may want to exit the fox hole. This wont take long." After hayes and his men stepped out of the hole Decklan took the holy flamer on it. Much to his enjoyment the holy promethium made short work of the daemonhost's corpse taking all but 5 minutes to render it to ashes. All that remained were the chains, which Decklan took to the arvus and locked them away in a genecoded trunk. "Olmes, 'ave the servi's load up da psych rounds and set em to 'Overwatch pattern Gemina'. "

 

(OOC- Alright then, the fun starts! Get to do what I do best. Lol....)

[ripath]

IC

 

Near the jaming beacon day

Walking through the jungle the group of catachans and astartes came to a large bulkhead covered in jungle flora.

"Brother Cervan make me an entrance!" barked folkvar.

taking out a melta charge the assault marine set the charge on the metal covering blocking their path. the sound of sub molecular prometium assaulted the party along with the intense heat of the melta charge. Stepping through the glowing hole in the wall Folkvar looked at the chest in front of him. It bore a double helix and a stylezed M like the one on the shoulder of the astartes.

"The seeds of salvation." breathed Folkvar. as he grabbed the case and opened it. Inside where hundreds of stasis vials shining unharmed in their adamantium casings. "Brothers salvation is not ours yet, Brothers Ecklan, and Michael take the case we rendezvous at the landing site asap.

 

Aboard the Magni

 

Stanislaus looked at the short figure in front of him. " Is it done?" he asked

"Yes the draw is complete Inquisitor." said the figure handing stanislaus a spike with an unusually large head.

"Prepare the neo plasma drives guildsman." said stanislaus

"As you wish." said the figure as he left the inquisitor alone.

Looking out at the void Stanislaus thought to himself " Too fast, This isn't what I had planned for. It wants to get out. Time to talk to Tyrak and every other Inquisitor on that rock." Standing he activated a terminal in front of him, and guided the illusion of himself in fornt of every inquisitor both on the planet and in orbit. "I am Inquisitor Stanislaus." he paused, "You must all leave this place at once."

 

OCC

anyone know the particulars of nurgle rot.

[Inquisitor =D=]

"I am Inquisitor Stanislaus." he paused, "You must all leave this place at once."

 

{Day 2- Maeroc Landing Site}

 

"Explain." Decklan felt silly talking to a hologram but it needed asking anyway. This time speaking into the comm bead, "Explain."

[Grand Master Tyrak]

"I am Inquisitor Stanislaus." he paused, "You must all leave this place at once."

 

*In character*

 

Day 2/3 Firebird Rising, 2350

 

Tyrak kept walking towards the hangar bay, the hologram keeping pace with him.

"Ah, you. I'm sure we've met somewhere before."

 

* * *

 

Landing Site

 

Hayes, seeing the hologramatic figure, strolled over to where Inquisitor Decklan was standing.

 

*Out of character*

I'm assuming Stanislaus wouldn't know that Hayes has now been promoted to Inquisitor.

[Narthecium]

*OOC*

 

I put on my wizard hat

[Captain Malachi]

*IC*

"You think a large group of highly trained inquisitors are going to flee at the command of a hologram? Explain who you are and why we should leave or let us get on with our work."

[Grand Master Tyrak]

*In character*

 

Day 3, Maeroc Landing Site, 0005

 

"Sir, sir! Message from the Firebird. Inquisitor Tyrak requests you return to take command of the ship, his transfer and the arrival of the fleet is imminent."

Fralon gave a strange look at the holo-projected figure Hayes was watching. Hayes swore under his breath.

"Right. I can't go right now, I need to hear this."

Raising his voice, Hayes yelled,

"Chiiss! Khalar! Take the Aquila back to the Firebird, Khalar you take command there until I can get back, and Chiiss you bring the shuttle straight back down for my extraction."

The two men ran for the shuttle, engines whining into life as it lifted off the ground and was swiftly gone.

"Fralon, transmit to the Firebird that I cannot come in person due to complications, but will be on-station as soon as possible."

Hayes turned back to the holo-projection as his Astropath concentrated and began sending his message.

 

* * *

Firebird Rising

 

The message indicator chimed softly on the darkened bridge, but no-one was there to recieve it.

 

*Out of character*

 

I've moved us into Day 3 to keep the continuity going. Note that that won't have any effect on day/night cycles, this is being judged by Standard Imperial Ship Time.

 

Oh, thanks for that ripath, you've given me the perfect excuse for Hayes not to go back to the Firebird. :jaw:

[Eisenwolf]

*IC*

 

-----Day 3-----

 

-----The Jungle-----

 

The Marines had swept the sinkhole with Bolter fire killing those last few wounded, they had proceeded towards their objective relatively unhindered by traps lain in their path, and now they closed at last on the source of the Jamming signal. Captain Corvinus and his men edged their way slowly through the trees and weapons were gripped tighter in hands that had dealt more death than even the most vicious predator could lay claim to. The Chaplain still occasionally swept back the undergrowth with his flamer and cleared the way for them, but the Machine Spirit of the Auspex indicated they were at most only a few more minutes from closing on the Jamming beacon, where they would silence it once and for all lifting the veil which deadened the voices of their Machine Spirits and prevented them from communicating with the Camp.

 

-----Inquisitorial Landing Site-----

 

Cadmus surveyed the preparations that had been undertaken, Servitors and Servants alike had cleared back a ten metre section of the jungle and the logs of trees had been dutifully cut and sharpened into stakes and set out in a hidden trench around the perimeter. A second trench ran a metre further back from the first and he had ordered all personnel who were capable of holding a gun to take up positions, breaking them up into three watches to keep a close eye out on the Jungle. The Site itself had been rearranged somewhat more logically, with the majority of landers and light aircraft now arranged at the southern end of site, with tents and prefabs set up in a circle around the main landing area. He had watched with a critical eye as whatever metal could be gathered had been welded together to form a light wall supported by sandbags on both sides as well as the earth from the trenches to help dampen the effect of heavier explosives. Watchtowers constructed from the wood of the Jungle they had driven back now watched over the wall in evenly spaced areas and razorwire taken from the supply's aboard the Unyielding Faith stretched around the camp's walls, even a heavy Generator had been set up and now provided power and lighting to the Camp, and now that all was completed Cadmus stepped back from the main gate that had been set up and headed back in, if he had been given a week, and the right materials he thought to himself, then truly he would make this place impregnable. It was then he saw the Inquisitor he had first met speaking to what appeared to be a Holographic projection, storming over towards it he stood by the Inquisitor his unreadable mask regarding it with interest. "Is this the Traitor which you Seek noble Inquisitor?"

[Captain Malachi]

*IC*

Day 3, inquisitorial camp.

 

"No, this is not the traitor. This man is inquisitor Stanislaus, and for some reason he wants us to leave." Levinski actually laughed as he said that, no way was he leaving at the command of a man who wouldn't even meet him in person.