Some random fluff. (Chaos and friends)

[Mutt-Man!]

Bored, daydreaming, I hate when I have free time and nothing to do. (Models are all done at the moment, if you can believe it)

 

Just gonna' belch some horrible fluff that may grow mold here. Praise be to the deity of decay. =p

-Put up your own fluff too if you wanna'. Everyone gets bored...

 

Arcanan system, planet 4th from the star:::

Harbor systems check incomplete, message transmission halted.

Geneseed of the Vibrant Knights chapter annual requisition for purity check three months past due.

Inquisitor Guv Yulmas sent to investigate, pending purgatory and exacting explanitory covent.

Three complete brigades sent to negotiate.

...

Five months passed, no trasmissions recieved prior to first contact affirmation.

Two companies of Grey Knights dispatched in suggestion of the emperor's tarrot scribe.

 

 

Invasion>>

 

Completing a chain of connection system to system checks to find any parloring corruption beyond the destination believe to be contaminated. Justicar tribunal suggests a pre-emptive strike on the polar cap's defense laser battery by teleportation. Four out of nine disagree, the attack plan is set.

 

M41.017

A bright light and ensuring bang from the crack of lightening pummelling the skies and tundra threading the two constantly. A wide category 4 solar storm erupts on the higher stratosphere erupting like an aurora. A similar crack is timed well hidden within a series of sky flashing bolts. Three full units of Grey Knights lay foot on recently melted polar caps seeping like wounds from a recently perforated skull. Their shadows casted like curses about their shape scolding their form to seem like mirages in the mist. No word, the first steps in a direction slightly left of their facing all walk silent.

 

Beyond defense lines a familiar sense of danger lurks in the distance, the mist stops. The wind picks up, and the mist follows the wind's breeze. Unnoticed by the distant glowing eyes, the large towering cannons come into view peaking the horizon. One steps forward and raises his grand halberd, to slice the air in defiance it cleaves down and points at their target. Forward they march, their footsteps dissapear twenty paces behind them.

 

Howls and chuckles heard from nearby, no worries to the aggressors as they cannot be seen by the lesser ones. A few minor cretens lay flattened as if something stepped on them, yet no foorprints remain. Suspition arises among the lesser things. The dauntless structures now at arms length, following to the designated entry point. A large bolt passes the anti magnetic field and slices the structure. Curious lessers find it had collapsed, but the strange marks on the rubble closing what would be the breach unnatural.

 

The darkness is contageous, light is consumed like a meal to the murk. They press on with closed eyes yet see perfectly. Not a sound, not a whisper, the mist clouds with the murk effortlessly. Great beings many stories tall glance at the strange smelling mist, with few walking through it with blades drawn. Passing through like it is nothing, the Knights avoid any physical contact to the blinded. Close calls make for haste, the objective is near.

 

Small creatures in swarms leap down in front of the objective entrance, the claw-cleaved doors now walled by a horde of many limbed minor daemons. Time has arrived, war is brought. Two knights charge forward and dive in like it is an illusion, flinging all aside befre they recoil and envelope them. The huge horde seem to converge on the two, and fall into them like a pierced vase. The daemons disintegrate into the barriers of two focused figures, the mist continues at its regular pace to reclaim the marines waiting.

 

Survivours rush to tell their masters, it is already too late. No fewer then a hundred descend into the defense cannon shell. A whisper spoke to their leader, only a hundred will suffice. Soon after the shell collapses onto itself, its core detonated and the implosion eliminating its structure. Only a hundred lost, the knights have been tricked. The familiar smell of teleportation fumates the nostrils of many, they will come again.

 

First strike complete, long orbit tightened within bombardment range, the lesser defense batteries eliminated though mobile defense weapons prevent close range support. Search formations required for further extermination. Question arises why an Exterminatus is not requested, the next briefing reveals their true objective. There is a important capsule held hostage, believed to be remnants to a forgotten primarch. Only by the order of the emperor will such a being be awakened, until the emperor awakens. A present to gift the emperor fills their minds. The trap has sprung.

 

Detrimental and descisive strikes marks recharging bombardment lasers. Planned locations for the next strike made within moments of the next recharge affirmation. Barrage lasts two years, five of twelve lasers burned in complete use. Orbit stretched as atmospheric boosters spark to life. Five thunderhawk gunships detached, the strike begins.

 

Ah I'm tired now, finally yawning... Reading and Movies wont make me sleepy but story telling will, weird huh? Will edit in the rest later. Don't worry, I put it in the chaos section for a reason, its near the end you will see it. (GK guys like it so far I hope)