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It is however very good, But your right, It doesn't feel like a real battle in some sences. Mebey some deaths on your side, and some CC would help biggrin.gif

 

I know, lol, but being a story recount of a battle i actually had, the only death was that member of squad xero frying himself! :lol:

 

There is close combat though, I just haven't gone up to it, i'm thinking of leaving this at the moment and focusing on a hive type campaign on the next planet, like halo2 with new mambosa... what do u guys think?

 

i'm wondering if they should have chaos marines, on there, ... maybe a smattering, as i'd like to leave the huge marine on marine fights to the last parts.. i'll go for a sort of "lost and the damned" style, with mutants and pdf units in the majority, what legion of chaos marines do you think should be present here? i'm thinking of word bearers, as they seem to be the best at conjuring up the masses of the dammned...

 

Till then,

The Emperor Protects,

Brother Lucas

(( Greetings ladies...sorry for the lenghty dissapearance again. Grad and finals are rushing up on me' arse, and i've been just alittle busy. Fuzzball caught me over in my little Kill team list thread and was nice enough to remind me. SO today at school im going to try and get atleast a small bit of fluff written...I think the Gwayn System has gone long enough without traitor blood being spilt, and is well over due for a dusting >.> Since Master Asiroan Fel is no where to be found, it seems the Guardians' are on their own..Interesting :lol: So yeah hopefully i'll have time while im at school, if not when i get home to give you guys some fluff. ))

Chaplain Castus stood upon the wreakcage the once Imperial Guard defence wall that was set up in the main hangerbay of the Lunar Facitilty that orbited Pendral IV, all around him lay the bodies of dead Guardsmen, Whos lives had been given away on a pointless order. Before him in the rest of the hanger, Chaos had erupted, all around there were small resistance cells of Traitor Guard, and a select few Chaos Marines which had some how eluded the Guardians untill now. The whole facility had been cleansed up unto this point, it was Castus's guess that the traitors were going to go for a transport to try and get off the platform, but a quick rocket launcher shot had ended their plans. Now it was all but a matter of time untill the Lunar Facitility was under his control.

 

It angered him that Lord Terrem was no where to be found, but now was not the time to think of such things. "Forward Brothers! Crush these traitors!" His deep voice yelled out over the vox, over the various reports of progress and problems that both his Brother Marines and the Guard were having. So far the only 'friendly' casulties had been the Guardsmen, Castus's men had well over 7 millenia of training and battle experiance, they wouldnt make the suttle mistakes that the Guardsmen were constantly making. Castus's visual scanners zoomed into a large group of Guard who seemed to be having some troubles taking down a single Chaos Marine, a small un seen grin cross his lips as he noted the Traitorous Marines Rank...so he was the leader. Castus would take care of this one personally.

 

(( Ok not my best...but its something to wet the lips...)

Very good mate

 

Fuzzball caught me over in my little Kill team list thread and was nice enough to remind me.

 

;) , Good you can take my hints :lol:

 

Ok guys a bit of a plot twist:

 

Abourd the Legio Bolter and Chainsword strike criuser all was calm. Save for the breifing room, inside a select few of the greatest and strongest of the Brother of tye Legio stood waching the holo pict feed, among them was a new member. Brother-Captain Iziha had rescently joined the Legio and was the newest edition to their team, rumor had it he had slain a great deamon, hence his recriutment.

 

At the moment he stood on the podium indicating to the pict.

'So' he said 'the servo read have detected the surge off power here' he indicated to a mountainious point on the map,' it seems that is were the enemy's main power source is comming from, and I'm not talking about the stuff they use for lighting up!' A few chuckles were heared in the room, the team had already warmed to the Captain, mainly because of his more feral nature than many previous commanders.

'So, our mition is not to destroy it. It is to rece the area an wait for the trap to spring. We will drop here, 3000km south and work up along the lava rivers and into the mountains to it...., this will be the hardest mission you have evr done and we are not expected to return, but Billions of the Imperium's citizens rest in our hand. Make your peace with the Emperor, we leve in 5 hours!'

 

With that he turned and walked out, leaving the marines to prepair for the most dangeriou mission of their lives.........

 

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HEHEHEHEHEHEHE

 

CHEERS

Hey, hey. I'm back.

 

Ok some more fluff, how you guys geting on by the way?

 

 

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The being that was once Kreil stood watching the lava flow past. Huge machine picked up sloshing buckets of the whit hot liquid and carried them off. Kreil new that the liquid would soon be turned into bolt shells, tanks, weapons and many more machines of death, soon they would roll out onto the battle feild and spit death to his enemys. Much had changes scince the encounter on the start fort.

He had allowed the deamon to teach him many things before casting it off, the sectrets off immortality being one of them. Them had had challenged his so called, 'master'. He hadn't realy challenged, more stabed in his sleep and blamed the only one who knew.

 

Kreil chuckled, fools he thought. They trusted me? Once he had destroyed the ones who could control him, he summoned the dread legion. Lord Faustus had fallen down before him, and Kreil had made them his pawns. Now his plan was near comlpete. The hemesphere was nearly ready, he would lure the warriors of the corpse god, here to Garren secundus and unleash it. So much power, enough to make him a God. He laughed madly, so much power..............

 

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Iziha, racked his bolter. The firey planet below had once been the heart of Garrens industrial might, now it was a necropolis, churning out evil and wicked machine for the Arch-enemy. He pulled up the hood on his monkish robe and holstered his bolter. Now was the time.............

 

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It's good to be back.............

 

cheers

~Oracles~

Outpost 426, Ulexis, Allic's Stop System

Tomo reached the top of the stairwell with the injured battle brother. Apothicary Maki was waiting. he directed Tomo to the outpost's small medical room. "I'll take care of him. Take two battle brothers and bring up the rest." said Maki and then he turned to his work.

 

Deep under Outpost 426.

 

In the astropathic sensor vault, Inquisitor Kou sat down. Beads of sweat fell from his forhead and nose. He was weaker than he thought. Putting out the fire had drained him of all his remaining strength. Darkness stole upon him and swallowed him whole.

 

The black crystal continued to glow with an eerie light. Suddenly, with a flash of shadow, five huge figures appeared. Taller than a man. Broader than a space marine in power armor. Five, terrors stood turning slowly from one side to the next. The silence was as thick as the miasma seeping from the ancient terminators. They spread out. Each one approaching and examining an astropath before moving on to the next one. Seemingly at random a bolter shot rang out, ending a life.

 

An hour later, they completed thier sweep. Returning to the crystal, one of them lifted a small canister and placed it in the middle of the chamber. The lights changed on the container and a purple mist sprayed from its' sides. The huge, armord giants gathered around the green glowing stone and vanished.

 

Inquisitor Kou pushed off the wall with his good leg. This time his chair rolled to a halt next to the canister. The Inquisitor pressed a combination of studs on the panel, atop the canister. The gas abruptly stopped. But the damage had been done. The astropaths heads were expanding at a visible rate. Thier fingers and toes were elongating into tentacles. Thier faces were contorted in pain. Growling in anger, the Kou pointed his inferno pistol at the canister and pulled the trigger. The canister exploded, thowing the Inquisitor deeper into the chamber. The feeding lines caught fire and quickly spread. Burning feed tubes guided the fire down into the astropaths. Hundreds of bodies were burning now. The Inquistor covered his face with a rebreather mask, but it was too late. He could feel his body changing. He was lost. He was victom to mutation, the very scourge that he had fought to cleanse his entire life. As he lay dieing, he heard the burning astropaths began to whisper. One then another, and another. But each one in unison with the others. "They're Comming. The Devourer is Comming." On and on it went, louder and louder as more astropaths joined it. It beat against his mind. Then the chorus slowly faded as the astropaths died from flame and smoke. Inquisitor Kou looked down at his hands, now blasphemous tentacles. He was dying. The light was fading. His mind opened. He saw across the warp. Far in the distance, against the black of warpspace was a darker shadow. The shadow was smooth and glided effortlessly through the boiling warp. He was drawn to it. Across nonspace he flew, closer and closer to the shadow. It was huge, dwarfing everything else in the warp. As he drew closer, his mind started to fracture; the shadow was the result of a single, powerful mind. The shadow engulfed him.

 

A single, mumbled word escaped the Inquisitor's lips as he died. "Leviathan."

 

 

Editorial note: The Hive Fleet is too far away to reach the Garren systems before the end of our stories. Hive Fleet Leviathan is comming from below the galactic disk, so no systems are safe. But the Garren saga only covers a couple of months time. The Tyranid will not reach the systems in the Garren saga in this timeframe.

Good, good, very good ;)

Editorial note: The Hive Fleet is too far away to reach the Garren systems before the end of our stories. Hive Fleet Leviathan is comming from below the galactic disk, so no systems are safe. But the Garren saga only covers a couple of months time. The Tyranid will not reach the systems in the Garren saga in this timeframe

 

Well, yes in this time frame, but if you all finish off your conflicts and them do some other stuff,(I've got plans :P ). Then by the time we're over, a splinter fleet might just arive. And with kreil near to becoming a god, well he could corrupted 'em and...................

 

Fuzzball out(before a revial my plan for the clymactical battle)

Plans had been made, and the time was now. The transports roared down an empty highway, heading towards the objective, four rhinos, each carrying a tactical squad, these were supported by two great Land Raiders, one carrying Barakiel and terminator squad vengeance, and the other carrying Michael and terminator squad retribution, *this is Master of Sanctity Michael to fleet, we are approaching the objective, do the Imperial Guard no of are presence here?* the response came crackling through the Land Raiders vox-castor * this is fleet, no my lord, they know nothing of a presence, if the situation changes we will inform you* Michael replied *good, thank you brother Michael out*.

 

The objective came in to view, a great tower, with a large wall around it, the road they were on lead up to the main gate, it was massive, at least twenty feet tall, as wide as the two Land Raiders and had been recently reinforced, Michael grinned behind his skull mask, he grabbed the Land Raiders vox-castor, *Land Raiders to the fore, full speed, rhinos follow behind in twos* he turned to his terminator squad * I suggest you find some thing to hold on to brothers*, the Land Raiders drew closer, gaining speed constantly, weapons fire began to rattle against the massive hulls of the Land Raiders, Michael looked at one of the screens showing the out side of the tank, he saw the gate approaching very fast and he began to laugh.

 

There was a thumping boom and a blast of wood and metal flew in all directions, the two huge tanks came flying through the gap they just made, there weapons letting fly, cultists fell in droves, there fire was joined by the storm bolters of the rhinos, the angels deployed from the transports and let rip, the weak bodied cultists where no mach for the fire power that was brought to bare on them. The marines were making good ground forcing the traitors back where a secondary wall had been constructed; this was much lower than the first, only nine feet high with a firing step behind it.

 

The marines fought on again and again driving back waves of foul cultists, Michael and Barakiel squads were in the centre, with two tactical squads at each side of them, Michael was screaming *YOU ARE THE LORDS OF DEATH, YOU ARE THE WRATH OF THE EMPEROR, FEAR IS THE SICKNESS OF THE WEAK*, then the roar of heavy weapons fire filled the air, the cultists had managed to arrange a set of two heavy bolters and autocannons and were now spraying the marines with fire. Two marines to Michaels left fell to the ground, there skulls obliterated by high calibre fire, Barakiel took a round to the chest, but his thick armour deflected the blow, he roared *ASSULT CANNONS, BY THE EMPEROR BRING THEM DOWN!!!* the terminators responded and let rip on the cultists position, hundreds of rounds were poured at them and all that was left was a sickly red mist.

 

Then another roar filled the air, but no weapon made that noise, it was the roar of the demonic, a sea of demons spilled over the wall, and flew towards the marines, Michael shouted *FIRE*, the marines began so send disciplined volleys into the horde, but it just kept coming, terminator squad retribution

Ectothrix looked on as the battle below raged. The two vanguard squads he had sent in were under heavy attack and calling for support. There would be no aid. They had failed their mission and their God and they would die. He knew they were doomed when the space marine fleet had broken out of the warp.

 

The deck of the Syphilitic Violation bucked under his feet as a blast of laser energy struck the ship. Helmsman make for the warp, we can't hope to win against these odds' Ectothrix hailed the other commanders 'pull back to the warp, leave whoever is on the planet, we will return.'

 

With one last look at the planet Ectothrix left the bridge. He had been forced to withdraw but at leasy he had his consolation prize. He still had his captives. A banquet would be in order for this evening.

 

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Chancroid looked down in irritation at the hole in his guts, he calmly lifted his archaic plasma pistol and burned down the impudent dog who had shot him. He strode forward and was mildly alarmed to realise his body had kept going whilst his head had remained. He looked up at his body, for a moment confused as to what had happened. It was then he spotted who had removed his head. He cursed with inwardly with impotent fury, powerless to do anything. He was dead, he knew it, no one could survive without their head. As he died Chancroid heard a voice, a voice that made him a promise. One his enemies would come to regret.

 

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Chaplain Scipio looked around at the carnage, out of his original squad only four were left but they had put down the DG threat for now.

Curses, i would have had them except for that blasted space marine fleet. If you want i'll write a glorious rescue of your commander. There has to be replacements though, you can have your commander and i'll have one or two of your grunts. Deal?

 

By the way the plague marines will be back. Which is the least heavily defended world out of curiousity?

Hmmm I was wondering about the clarity of who's who...

The Yel Vipers are/was a full company

The Expungers have thirty odd marines and support

 

Yel Vipers 3rd company

Captain Urzul

Chaplain Darius

Brother Jerome(dreadnought and deceased)

Brother Marcus

Brother Flavis

Librarian Janus

 

Expungers diplomatic mission

Chaplain Kael

Brother Abriel(venerable dreadnought)

 

Next Installment coming soon

Ok cool,

 

Right here we go, some, *gasp* Fluff:

 

Through the corrupted corridors of the anchient plague vessle they ran. The lumbering drednaught and the small group of loyalist space marines. The maze of corridors and pus filled bulkheads would have long ago baffled and cinfused the human mind, but these warriors were not what they had swarn to defend. They rounded yet another weeping corner and saw their path blocked by a bubbling, seathing mass of cultists. With a roar the chaos corrupted beings lurched forwards.

The marines brought their weapons to bear, and in a few split seconds the corridor was splatered with blood. Still the enemy came on, Brother Ravelon fell, clutching the stump of his arm, alredy a green tinge was seaping up his arm. He pulled out his bolt pistol and offered it to his comrade, Brother Keras. Keras took it and with out looking fired, Ravelon spumped to the floor, the plague spoted, his left side of his body gone.

 

Suddenly, in a split second the cultists seemed to vanish, turning tail and running. The marines looked roung, behind them the hulking form of what once had been a terminator approched. The Emperors Crusaders raised their bolt guns and prepaired to fire. But the voice of the Salafain Raiders drednaught rang out,

'The Traitor is mine' he boomed, 'take your Captain and leave, you know were to go'.

The mighty machine droped Captain Xerian's limp form to the floor and ignoghted his now free Power fist. The marines hurried forwards, pulling their commander away from danger as the terminator struck.

 

It's deseaesed hulk moved so fast the marines barley saw it, leaving a trail of slime behind it. It's chain fist shooting up towards the drednaught sarcophagas. The old one bloked the blow with his power fist and the two ancheint being struggled with each other. Suddnely the drenaught gave way, seaming to fall, the terminator roared with triumph, but in it's haste, over balanced and started to fall. The might machine of the Adeptus Astaries chose this moment to strike, his power fist shatered the terminators armour and broke open his cracked flesh. But in it's dieing moments, the coprupted servent of Nurgle fired it's age old weopon. A pulse of bright white energy smashed into the drednaught sarcophagas and destroyed the ancheint being almost intirely. The marines looked on in sceilence untill they heared the baying of mutant voices, Brother Keras turned to them,

'Run, they are apon up, quickly. To the plasma drives!'

And with that they vanished roung the corner, just as the mutants descended from the air shaft above..........

 

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1 hour later

 

The plasma drives were a desolate place, the marines had cut a bloody swathe through the mutant deck crew, not a single heretic had survived. Gathered aroung the main reactor, the marines watched silently as Tech-Brother Haran di his work, when he had finished he turned.

'I can't stop the ship going into the warp, but these charged with most likley disable it their for a while, now we must leave'

They turned and place the small device the late drednaught had given them, placing it on the ground and stepig inside the halo of energy it gave out. Brother Keras did a final check on the plasma drive before heading over, just as he was about to enter the teleported, the far door was blasted open and bolter fire echoed throughout the gargantuan chambre, Keras looked at his Brother on the other side of the screen.

'May the Emperor be with you always, for soon I will go to him and will not need his gidance, but I will be with you always'

With that he turned into the storm of bolter fire and met the plague marine head on, blowing them apart with his own vicious bolter fire. With a flash the squad teleported away, leaving him on his own

 

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what do you think?

Darkness had fallen over the battle, the bright white moon shone through a cloudless sky, leavening a pale light across the battle, making the leering face of the demons all the more horrific, Michael and Barakiel stood side by side Crozius Arcanum and power sword reaping a bloody toll on the demonic horde, Barakiel swung his shinning blue power sword in great arcs, bringing a demon down with each swing, he stepped forward and stuck the twin barrels of his storm bolter into the mouth of a large demon and fired, the things skull sprayed backward and it fell to the ground, in his ears he could hear the Master of Sanctity screaming litanies of hate, his voice could be heard even over the din of battle, *DEATH IS THE SERVANT OF THE RIGHTEOUS!! YOU ARE HIS DEVINE WRATH MADE FLESH!! SEND THIS FILTH BACK TO THE ABYSS!! MERCY IS A SIGN OF WEAKNESS!!!* his words filled the marines with a new strength, and the slammed into the enemy again, but they were out numbered and more angels fell to the demons, Barakiel look at the horde *only in death does duty end* he though.

 

As the terminator stepped forward, a roar came from behind him as the two Land Raiders joined the fray, there Godhammer Lascannons felling scores of the horde, the thumping chatter of heavy bolter leaving nothing but an ichor mist, with this new assault the demons began to lose nerve and fall back, the remaining marines brought there weapon to bear slaughtering the remnants of the horde as it fled the field. Michael roared *WE ARE VICTORIUS!!!*, all of a sudden a voice broke from the other side of the wall *DON

The angels thundered across the open ground, Uriel pressed the activation rune on his sword and in an instant it was writhed in blue energy, Michael ran with him bringing his Crozius to life once again, the chaos line began firing, heavy weapons hammered into the marines line, the devastators responded to the challenge sending a hail of missiles and plasma into the traitors, the Thousand Sons began to fire with there bolters as the angels closed in, but blessed power armour protected many marines, but no armour in the Imperium could protect them from what was about to happen, multi-coloured fire roared into the angels from the hands of the sorcerer, incinerating marines where the stood, some began to change form, but the surviving brothers granted them the Emperors peace as the passed, Michael was hit, but his rosaruis held true and he ran on with new hatred in his eyes, bolts hit him time and again, ricocheting off right and left and he launched into combat this the sorcerer.

 

The two lines met, the sound of blades on armour and the screams of war cry

A curse apon how ever invented time!!!!!!!!

 

HeyHo:

 

The crackling nimbus of blue energy wreathing the squad died down as they entered the ancheint ship's bridge. As it finaly disapeared, the brothers of the Emperors Crusaders looked around, they had teleported into the bridge of the lead ship in the rescue fleet. But to them it looked like an alein environment, an age of, dark era tech hulk. Not a bttleship of the Adeptus Astaries, but that is what it was. A trio of marines, each clad in crusader mark armour and weilding anrchaic bolter steped forwards.

'Were is Vevered Broher Siaphon, he should be wish you' said one, he gave a curt signle and the others raised their bolters

'He is dead, destroyed saving us, we offer any service to we can to you in order to repay this debt' replied Brother Derias, by far the most diplomatic of the group.

'The speak the trush' said a low mysterious voice, 'he is dead'

Turning the marines saw a figure clad in ancheint terminator armour, bearing the mark of a Librarian striding form the shadows. He looked at the slumped form of xerian and said, 'quickly, we must get him to the infermary'.

Without another word he strode off, the marine command squad followed.

 

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The situation on the ground was very bad, infact it was a nighmare. Despite the encouraging news from space, untill the planets sruface was rid of the deadly plague no renforcements could come, and that ment that acting commander Darius was on his own. Siting in his command chair in the small hall he had comendered, Darius wasn't geting good news. The nurgle marines couldn't be stoped with the forces he had, despite the fact they could only now enter from one entrce thanks to the brave work of the marine on the frontline. He didn't have enough heavy weapons or men to bring down the huge hulking traitors fast enough. He leaned back on his chair and tried to make his mind up, his place was on the front line, but who would command in his place?

 

Suddenly the vox crackled into lafe and the room was flled with screams, a grainy voice can through,

'Holy Empeor! Deamon! Deamon! we can't hold it, Fall back, we need esistance, sub hallway 6/21, HOLY EMPEROR IT'S.............' the voice cut out ebruptly. Darius consulted the map, 6/21 had just been sealed, it must off.........

He didn't need think about it, grabing his ancheint power axe and picking up his plasma pistol the young sargent summond the emains of his renforcements and siad to the room, 'I'm going to the frontline, keep me posted, Emperor be with you' and marched out. Leaving the tactical staff in astonished scilence.............

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