Assault on Odion

[Lord Chrisius III]

Master Lerian stood on the bridge of the Cathegus, deep in thought as he stared into the depths of the warp. The Cathegus was an aged Imperial Strike Cruiser, but has been kept in impeccable condition by the chapters alchemists. It had been the home to 2nd Company for over two-thousand years. The Cathegus had managed to keep them safe & mobile constantly, despite the almost unrelenting abuse thrown at it was advanced from one side of the eye of terror to the other. Lerian was repeating endless battle tactics in his head, over & over, preparing himself for another battle with the heretics. As he thought, the bright fuschia of the warp suddenly subsided, & directly in front of the Cathegus was the desolate Odion.

 

"Begin planetary scans, tell the troops they have ten minutes until deep-strike." Unlike most other chapters, as the Intrepid Alchemists were fleet based, the chapter's various commanders captained the ships. This helped to keep them in touch & immediately up to date with anything going on within the chapter. As the Cathegus moved closer to Odion, Lerian's enhanced eyesight began to make out several other Imperial Cruisers. "Open comms to the nearest cruiser, demand a status report. I need to know everything..." he turned to the nearest serf, his eyes narrowed, his face tightened, "Everything!" On numerous occasions before, the serfs had deemed crucial information unimportant, & on numerous occasions, his men had suffered the consequences.

 

"Sir! We have Captain Ustez of the 'Bloody Fist' on comms. He wishes to speak directly to you."

"Very well."

 

From the speakers & over the top of the static & white noise, came a cold hard voice.

 

"2nd Company Commander Lerian, recent scans of ours have detected a huge enemy presence to the north of the fortress. This has just been confirmed by the Angelic Scythes to be a force of over two-hundred-thousand. Two-hundred-thousand well trained & equipped warriors. Our company commander demands you assist the Angelic Scythes in the eradication of all chaos & cultist forces. We should be able to deal with the conquering of the fortress on our own. Your expertise is needed elsewhere."

"Very well captain."

"Our Commander suggests you try not to reveal your pres...".

"Thank you captain, leave the tactics to the experts."

 

Lerian cut off the comm link & turned to the crewman next to him. "Ready the orbital bombardment."

[Librarian- Melechor]

Sergeant Galrain Flicked a cultist limb off his power-sword as they continued to swarm around the warmongers rhino. They had been sent orders from HQ that showed marines in tarnished yellow armor, but they were not loyalist but traitor, the lost and the damned. Galrain could not stand xenos, aliens, and heretics, but it angered him even greater that fellow marines could fall to the dark powers, all those millenia ago. He looked behind him to see squad Halix standing up in the rhino, their heavy-weapons gunning down rows of cultist warriors. Not too far from the rhino, another cultist truck had been attacked by the marines designated as the fists of sanguinuis, and as galrain watched a squad attacked the cultist truck from out of the woods. "Everyone, we are pulling back", he voxed as he gunned the rhinos engine. He turned it and went towards the cultist truck, wondering when this battle would end....

[Ferrata]

Long....

 

 

[Lord Chrisius III]

Brother Tsel stood within the Cathegus's Sanctuary, the various tactical & devastator squads scattered around the massive inner sanctum, anxiously awaiting the battle ahead, yet thrilled about the prospect of feeling their enemies bones shatter within their hands. Three months was far too long to go without enemy bloodshed. He stood with his devastator squad, waiting for a company alchemist to come and transmute their various equipment. Brother Ezekiel had laid his full complement of ammo from his missile launcher on he floor before him, Regis & Tael were following suit. Brother Daedelus however, was busy maintaining his missile launcher, while the rest of Tsel's men reminisced about past battles, showing off various scars. Tsel had chosen to arm his squad with four missile launchers due to their versatility in battle, & because the chapter's alchemists could transmute missiles easier than a full lascannon.

 

Master Alchemist Chrisius approached the squad, & crouched before Ezekiel's immaculately laid missiles. In his left hand, Chrisius held a small piece of white chalk, with this he began to draw various circular patterns onto the missiles, transmutation circles. When finished he stood up, pressed his hands together & with a moment's concentration, the circles glowed bright red, before disappearing into a bath of red light & quickly reappearing, but in a shape different to their original. This act was performed before every battle, skirmish or reconnaissance mission to better prepare the marines against a specific enemy. Shells would be altered to pierce armour more efficiently, armour thickened or the concentration on certain elements altered.

 

As Chrisius worked, Tsel stood in thought, going over his orders in his head. Whilst his men may be confident in their ability, two-hundred-thousand cultists seemed a lot to ask of one company. Slowly, he began to feel a vibration in the deck plating as the ship's guns fired, he could feel it steadily getting stronger as the guns nearest the Sanctuary released their deadly justice. They restored some confidence within him. two-hundred-thousand could now be as few as fifty. Before long, Chrisius was upon him. He drew a transmutation circle on Tsel's right shoulder guard & right gauntlet. He again pressed his hand together & Tsel's armour dissappeared as it glowed bright red, before reappearing, enhanced & exended toward his neck & wrist, to protect him against the heretics in combat.

 

Master Lerian's voice reverberated from the speakers. "All troops prepare to deep-strike." Tsel's squad stood to attention before him as he took his golden yellow helmet from a nearby pillar, & slowly affixed it onto his armour. His squad had already done so. Other sergeant's in other chapters we're known to remove their helmets when they achieved this rank. Tsel, his squad, his company & entire chapter knew these marines were idiots. He felt slightly safer as the helmet pressurized around his head & his vision became enhanced. His helmet would afford him a few shots to the head at the hands of the cultists, unlike countless other marines who preferred pride over sense. "Squad..." his newly mechanized voice boomed above the thunder of metal footsteps, "...today...they WILL die. MOVE OUT!" His squad ran past him, & down one of the teeming corridors. they peeled off through one of the many doors, into another endless corridor.

 

Eventually they reached the chamber that, via three doors, led to the three drop-pods, that would take the squad to the battle on Odion. He, Tael & Maxus were together in one pod. They were strapped into their seats by the ship's crew. Tael turned in his seat. "Let us bring justice to the heretic." Tsel felt the resonance of the guns subside. The drop-pod's doors were shut & sealed. Darkness & silence enveloped them. Then Tsel slowly & calmly responded "For the heretic, untimely death is compulsory." Seconds later their bodies felt a tremendous, sudden force, before becoming completely weightless. War was imminent.

[Guest No-One]

Mathiyas lunged forward, rolling across the hard dirt, nearly being hit by a artillery round. "Lucas, come in take out their armor, they have vehicles" Mathiyas said as a large truck, zipped past fire autocannon rounds at him. None hit, but Mathiyas was getting tired of the nuiscance. "Frak this, I'm going for it" Mathiyas said jumping out in front of the large truck. Grabbing the front end of the truck, he lifted it off the ground and crushed the engine. The cultists fanned out of the wrecked vehicle, and began firing their guns. None did any real damage only scratches. Mathiyas leapt up in the air and came down on a cultist the was "cooking" a grenade, causing it to blow up in the cultists hand. The explosion knocked Mathiyas back a few steps but he quickly regained his footing, and released a few rounds of his stormbolter into the autocannon's ammo storage. The resulting explosion leveled the surounding cultists. Mathiyas charged to the nearest cultist and planted a backhanded fist into its ribs, bisecting the filth at the waist. Mathiyas grabbed the closest cultist and smashed its face, then threw it at the closest group of cultists. Leaping back Mathiyas dodged a grenade, landing in a group of cultists, the grenade exploded shattering the bodies of many of them. Mathiyas moved in and shot down any who had survived the blast. Swinging around, He struck out with his massive fist and took off the head of a cultist cleanly. Suddenly a large winged daemon dropped in front of Mathiyas, grabbing it's legs so it could not fly away Mathiyas grabbed it's face and brought it in close to his. "You will know pain my young friend, you will know it well" Mathiyas whispered as he slowly ripped off one of the creatures wings, and proceeded to remove the other.............

 

OOC I was listening to slipknot as i wote his so excuse the violence

[jimmythemoose]

[Swamp_Dragon]

Persona: Za'neth Tyhem, Arch-Sorceror Lord of the Necras Gaea Warband (Reinforcements at last!)

 

Za'neth Tyhem was awoken from his meditations by a thrall who burst into his chambers.

"Sir, we have arrived at the planet to reinforce our brethern," the thrall announced.

Za'neth pinned it against the wall with a psychic bolt. Doesn't anyone knock anymore.

Stepping from his chambers Za'neth activated his powerfist and grabbed his power halberd, the green orb that powered it lighting up at his touch. Attaching his cloak to his shoulders he sent a psychic call to a squad of his marines, telling them to meet him in the teleportation room. His order was obeyed without question, and they were on the transport pad when he arrived. The thrall working the machine activated it and all that was required for the transport was an infusion of his psychic energy. He gave it, first to himself, and then to the squad accompanying him, ensuring he would arrive moments before them to clear the landing site. As he scanned the planet with his mind's eye he found a lone chaos marine in yellow armor surrounded by a small force of the accursed loyalists. Seems like a good place to make an entrance.

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Za'neth materialized right between the loyalists and the marine he was intending to save. With a gesture he sent a psychic wave at them, sliding them back several meters and poping several exposed piping tubes. His marines materialized

several moments later, their bolters chattering. The loyalists were caught of guard by the assault and several of them fell. They adjusted well though, and returned fire. The hulking form of a dreadnought tried to charge his men, but the plasma gunner shot him twice, the machine's circuitry fizzling as it tried to compensate for the heat.

The initial assault had gone well but the chaos warriors were still outnumbered and the shock value hadn't allowed them to gain enough of an advantage.

"Form up around me," Za'neth ordered. His warriors complied and they began the fall back slowly, the orange traitor moving with them. As they worked their way out of the complex, Za'neth tried to teleport back out but their was too much psychic interference from the last teleport. The loyalist appeared to be letting them go however and as soon as they had left the area, Za'neth turned to question the warrior they had just saved.

"Who are you?"

"Aon'gush, head sorcerer of the Brotherhood of the Bleeding Spear."

"You are a sorcerer!"

"Yes."

"I have seen some of my basic marines manifest better psychic ability than I sense in you."

"Umm..."

"But I have heard of the Brotherhood, I expected their most powerful psyker to be a bit more... impressive.

"Well..."

"Anyway, your lack of ability aside, I have come to reinforce you in the defense of this planet. I believe that our two sides should meet to discuss tactics."

"Ok, when and where?"

"The fortress, when you arrive back, send a message to the orbital coordinates, 78-0-56-4-3-348. My most trusted advisors and I will teleport down immediately."

"Agreed, I must leave now to inform my head officer of these events."

"May chaos guide you."

As the "sorcerer" walked away, Za'neth tested the psychic conditions again. The portents were good, and in a flash of blue light, he and his followers disappeared.

 

Ferrata, for the dialogue/sharing of information for these two warbands PM me if you need more information on the Necras Gaea Warband. In short, they have about 100 marines and 20 vehicles including rhinos, land raiders, predators, and dreads. They worship chaos undivided and the three leaders are Za'neth Tyhem, the head of the warband; Bu'dynem Shaki, second in command, who wields a kai gun and power weapon; and Remkirt Desvin a double lightning claw weilding demon summoner.

[Lord Chrisius III]

Tsel could feel is weight gradually coming back to him as the drop-pod entered Odion's atmosphere. Even through the thick ceramite armour covering his body, he began to feel the signs of the intense heat that the outer shell of the drop-pod had reached. He could only imagine the speeds at which they were travelling, & pray for the moment when the air-brakes & rockets threw his head into his feet, & then the violent crash when the pod finally came to rest.

 

The panel in front of him suddenly flung down to the ground, revealing the dank blue of Odion's sky, his eyes immediately adjusting. Rounds of enemy fire instantly began to hit the pod & ricochet inside. As Tsel tore the harness from around him he felt several rounds hit his chest. He yanked his bolter & chainsword from their fastenings as he dove from the drop-pod & immediately began to scour the landscape for the rest of his squad. Bullets lit up the sky like luminous insects, & the ominous thunder of artillery began to sound. Drop-pods were still falling around them. A couple of hundred meters north he could make out brother Ezekiel & three other bretheren, holed down behind a huge rock formation. They seemed to have landed in the middle of a huge, forsaken desert. In the distance, there was the beginnings of a mountain at the base of which the cultists had set up base. From there the cultists were peppering the marines with fire. The distance readout on his visor indicated around six-hundred meters to the base of the mountain.

 

Then with a sudden whistle, one of the falling drop-pods erupted into flames, its wreckage fanning out & raining down upon them. There was no cover to be found except their abandoned pod. "Behind the pod men!" Tael motioned to Maxus & they turned to return to the pod, but as they were turning, another sudden whistle was heard, an instant before the pod convulsed, sending lethal debris & flame over Tsel & his men. Tsel was thrown back several meters & hit the ground hard, crushing stones & earth beneath his weight. Maxus, used his sub-human reactions to turn to protect himself, but the explosion caught him full on in the side, tearing his arm off at the elbow, & debris shredding his armour, removing most of the right side of his face. Tael was simply ripped to pieces from he sheer force of the explosion. Tsel reeled for a few seconds but quickly composed himself. He got to his feet & darted toward to the side of the wounded Maxus. Maxus merely groaned as he propped himself up with his remaining arm. "Hand me my bolter." They were marines, they had a job to do, pain or not. Tsel followed the vapour trail of what must have been a rocket. However, it didn't lead to the cultists on the mountain, it went the opposite way to the east, to the remains of what must have been one of the planets supply warehouses. There was a metallic ring to the side of him & Tsel turned just in time to see what was once Maxus's head shower down onto his body. They were surrounded. They were being masacred.

 

Before Maxus's body had even slumped to the floor, Tsel had started the two-hundred meter sprint to Ezekiel. What must have only been fifteen seconds, became an endless memory. Bullets flew past his face from behind & bullets flew toward his face from the mountain. A flew toward him & it was only his reflexes that saved him as it flew past him & into the ground behind him, knocking him off balance for a split second. Too many marines lay dead or dying around him. With a leap he propelled himself into the centre of the precious rock formation where Ezekiel & three more of his men lay in wait.

 

Tsel turned on his Vox. "Regis?"

"Brother Tsel," Regis sounded out of breath & panicked, rare for a marine."I'm pinned down behind a pod. I'm the only one left. They were both taken by sniper fire."

"Tael & Maxus have been lost, along with Tael's auspex. Where are you?"

"I'm..." A short click then silence.

 

Ezekiel turned to Tsel. "Orders?"

"Don't die..."

[jimmythemoose]

On the bridge of the warp angel Venderas watched as an image of Odion appeared on the main screen. The image flickered before expanding to fill the screen and zooming in on the Northern Polar region. Venderas paid particular attention to the black circle at the North pole which marked the area around the chaos camp where chaos jamming equipment blocked the orbital augurs

The pict became smaller again and moved to one side of the screen while a view of the bow of the warp angel appeared on the other. An instant later six long metal tubes shot from the strike cruiser, arching down towards the planet. The librarian knew that these first torpedoes were melta variants, intended to hit the accursed tower down below. Two minutes later another six torpedoes followed, this time high explosives targeted at the army surrounding the tower.

Venderas turned and exited the bridge. He knew another 6 salvoes were to be launched, but he lost interest when he realised they could not be sure of the effects. Instead he retired to his chamber for his first sleep in a week.

 

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The creature reached down and slowly drew a taloned figure across Venderas

[Guest No-One]

Aon'gush had awakened something in Mathiyas. Mathiyas had slowly been seeing red since the sorcerer had left with his escorts. His men had surrounded and were about to kill him, when suddenly marines of another group appeared and attacked Mathiyas and his men. The funny thing was that if they hadn't appeared, he would had done the same thing, and now they knew it. He suddenly came to realize that he would have to kill his men, he would have to kill them before they got word of his betrayal. He had to kill them now! He leapt forward and jabbed his fist out smashing Brother Carlos under the weight of his spiked fist. Reaching close, with tears dripping down his face he whispered "I am truly sorry my brothers" with that he grabbed the closest brother to him. Crushing his face, he realized that only Brother Lucas remained. He ran upon his brother and pulled him close. "I am truly sorry, my brother. I hope you find peace" throwing him back he smashed his brother-marine's face. He slowly began his walk back to the the fortress where he would meet his new brothers. Aon'gush had opened his arms to the side of darkness, Aon'gush was his new master. He knew had become one of them, one of the fallen brothers, he knew there was no turning back.....

[Librarian- Melechor]

Noooooooooooooooo...........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HERETIC!!!!!!

[Swamp_Dragon]

In his chambers, Za'neth began to meditate once more. He focused on the planet, scanning for the movements of the loyalists. He saw some of them breaking through the first barriers of the castle. He saw others pinned down by cultists, fighting for there lives. He focused on the place he had just left. Why had the loyalists not followed them?

They were no longer there, that is interesting,Za'neth thought. But then, when he looked at the surrounding area they were, in fact still around, just not in any position to chase someone. Dead! How could that be? He looked for the dreadnought and found it moving toward the castle. It's claws were stained with the blood of the its allies.

Za'neth's eyes popped open. This is an interesting development. Stepping over to his personal armory, he chose a finely crafted meltagun. It's tip still flashed in the light, a testament to its rare use. Walking out of his chambers, Za'neth headed once more for the teleportation room. As he entered, the thrall working the controls became a flurry of motion, bringing the machine online. With a burst of his own psychic energy, Za'neth disappeared.

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In a flash of light, Za'neth reappeared in front of Mathiyas. The dreadnought nearly crushed him in his suprise, but Za'neth shoved the meltagun inches from his window.

"Don't even think it," he spat. "I have recently become aware of your... change in allegiances. You now believe yourself to serve the dark gods. But they are unconvinced."

The chaos lord smashed his powerfist into the dreadnought. "Do you truly want to serve the dark gods? If you don't, I will impale you further and you will die. If you do, then you will accept this test of faith."

"I do." The ancient warrior boomed.

"As you wish," Za'neth granted. A psychic jolt flew from his fingers through Mathiyas's body in multiple places. Mathiyas fell to the ground, in excrutiating pain.

"I have not killed you. You are severly wounded however. But, if you are truly faithful to the dark gods, they will heal you. You will come from this experience more powerful than ever before, but, only if you are faithful. This is your test."

Za'neth muttered an incantation, and he was gone.

 

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon, SD

[jimmythemoose]

Venderas was getting tired of these drops. Already this was the 3rd of the campaign and he had a feeling more were to follow. The pod hurtled through the atmosphere of the planet, again headed for the northern pole. Once again squad Hagion were on a recon mission, this time to review the affects of the orbital bombardment and coordinate more salvoes if necessary. Venderas reached down to his belt and checked the auspex and long-range vox stowed in the pouches there that would allow him to communicate the warp angel in orbit.

No sooner than Venderas had shut the flap on his belt pouches the pod slammed into the ground a kilometre from the pole. The chaos jamming signal had stopped allowing the marines to drop further towards the pole than before, and by Venderas

[Guest No-One]

Mathiyas lay there on the ground writhing in pain. Chaotic energies swirling in his mind, he began seeing visions of the Emperor and Horus fighting, he saw visions of Khorne, he saw visions of himself killing his own men. The odd thing about this was that these grotesque images brought him joy. Suddenly Khorne's image flooded over all the others. "Do you truly choose to follow me? DO YOU!?!?" Khorne said in a booming voice. "Yes, my liege, my blood and soul are yours!" Mathiyas said, his eyes flooding with blood. Khorne meerly grinned and thrust his hand out. It went through Mathiyas and he was overcame with a feeling of massive psychic power. Mathiyas rose from where he lay, with renewed power he began running to the fortress. He was a son of Khorne and he would join his brothers in the bloodshed that would soon follow. Mathiyas thanked Khorne and smiled as he could now see the fortress. As he reached the doors he was met with no resistance and was allowed to enter freely. Aon'gush walked warily towards Mathiyas and held out his hand. "Welcome, my brother" Mathiyas grasped Aon'gush's forearm in his massive fist and said "Take me to Don'nchadh, there is much he will want to know" with that they both moved from the hall and entered into the massive antechamber where the others were awaiting he and Aon'gush...........

 

OOC left this open for you ferrata

[Ferrata]

A single body lay broken on the floor, its mid section crushed. Besides it lay the banner of the fallen warrior. It was a pale yellow, covered in markings of past battles and glories. Heroic last stands, Brave charges into enemy gunfire. Suicide Missions, Scouting Missions. He had done them all. Now, being placed in the bottom right hand corner, which had been left empty, was an image of a dreadnought, signifying how he died. Across the top, written in arcane script was the name

[Swamp_Dragon]

Za'neth took his place on the teleportation pad once more. They hadn't recieved word from the Brotherhood that Aon'gush had arrived back safely. He could care less about the well-being of a lucky, no talent psyker. But Za'neth brought news of another more unexpected visitor. Flanking the lord of the warband were his most trusted associates, Bu'dynem, his left arm morphed into a huge cannon and carrying a twisted blade adorned with powerful glyphs in his non-blessed hand, was an imposing figure in his terminator armor. To his left stood Desvin, a master of many foul warp abominations. His twin lightning claws, the focuses of his power, covered in blasphemous runes. Surrounding them were their chosen, wearing armor the color of bone, each a ruler of several worlds, and slaughterer of thousands. All the warriors present swore loyalty to Za'neth, a true testament to his power. Za'neth once again pushed his psychic energy through the machine, and the whole of his command group teleport down to the fortress of Odion to tell the Brotherhood of their new allies and discuss the ways to protect what belongs to chaos.

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As they walked into the chamber of the Brotherhood, the leader Don'nchadh exploded into Za'neth's face.

"Another for the brotherhood?! Why is it that when we face the most extreme peril, every wants to join?!"

Psychically pulling water from a nearby basin, Za'neth hurled water into his aggressor's face. Don'nchadh took a step back.

"Cooled down now? Good," Za'neth said dryly. "Because if you are you would be interested to know that neither I nor anyone in my party would be interested in joining your band of no-talent hacks. We are interested in helping you defend this planet. I have a hundred men and 20 tanks ready to take the fight to the Imperials when I give the word. Because you are more familiar with the situation than I, I will need some information to plan strategy with you. We can be your allies, or just get back on our ship and leave, its your choice."

"Ok,"Don'nachadh conceded," But I'm in charge."

"Until you screw up, now start talking."

 

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon, SD

[AnimeFreak40K]

sorry for the delay in writing anything. between being busy with work and whatnot... anyway, its a bit long, but i hope its enjoyed

 

Aftiel and the Marines that he had taken with him into the fortress continued with their slow progress of immolation. Each room was forced open either by a fierce kick, powered gauntlets or by Meltagun, and then once any and all resistance inside was dealt with, the room was set to the torch. Given the construction of the fortress itself, it was unlikely that the flames would spread beyond the rooms themselves. It was slow progress indeed, but it was the only way to be sure the fortress was properly cleansed before it would be leveled. Of course there was the occasional firefight between cultists or demon, but these were short-lived in the face of the veteran Incinerators, Chaplain and Librarian, but those were short and quickly ended. As the assault team advanced further into the fortress, the sensation of something horribly wrong began to press against him. It wasn

[Librarian- Melechor]

"Sir," Sergeant Galrain motioned to captain HQ has sent us updates on the tactical situation, and well, it looks bad.""Why Sergeant?" Aravos asked, "what has happened"." Well sir, the dreadnought, he killed his own men, and went off with that damned sorceror who sent the daemons on us. "WHAT?!?" Aravos punched his fist through the side of the parked rhino, surprising a devestator inside. "Heresy." "But theres more, the angelic scythes attempted to bombw the heretics camp from orbit, but their ground forces that landed afterward were ambushed." "Well men, we need allies in this war, so we move out. Sergeant how far is this heretic base?""About 3 clicks north of here, shouldnt take too long" "Alright men, our faith will be tested, but the emperor is our shield, and dont forget it" Aravos yelled as the rhino flew down the road toward its doom.

 

Great plot twists guys, keep it up!

[jimmythemoose]

Venderas ducked behind the drop pod as a burst of heavy bolter fire chewed up the earth where he had stood a second ago. The situation was bad. Thousands of cultists had poured from their underground bunkers, and flooded onto the plain. His squad were trapped in a dip in the landscape, and above them the heretics had started setting up heavy weapons positions. At the moment only brother Valin had fallen, an auto cannon round lodged in his shoulder. He would survive, but the squad had no chance trapped in the open. They had to find cover somewhere.

 

Venderas

[Ferrata]

Brother-Sergeant Don

[Swamp_Dragon]

Za'neth had been slaughtering guardsmen for over an hour now. Just so that he wouldn't fall asleep, he had decided to add a little challenge to the battle by attempting to avoid getting any blood on his armor. So far, so good.

He decapitated two more with one halberd stroke and obliterated another with his power fist. Jumping out of the trench, he saw three lascannons leveled squarely at him. A cunning trap. They fired in unison and he stopped the beams in midair. Crunching them into a ball he spun it towards them realising the energy. Tiny laser bolts slashed through the weapons' teams' bodies as well as those of some nearby guardsmen. Or... Not.

 

OOC I too am heading out for a week at camp the 11th through the 15th. I may get one post in early tommorow but then I'm gone.

 

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon, SD

[Librarian- Melechor]

Sergeant Galrain motioned to the rest of his troops in the rear of the rhino. "JUMP!!" at his command, the devestators leapt out of the rhino and starting laying down fire on the heretics camp. Galrain left the drivers seat, and leapt into the back of the rhino. Tearing open the flooring, he attached bundles of krak grenades to the fuel cells, and even as he leapt out himself, the rhino flew full-speed into the heretics camp, crushing a dozen traitor guardsmen in its wake. The grenades exploded, turning the rhino into a fiery engine from hell, its burning body slowling down as it burned tents to the ground. Captain Aravos motioned to the left, where a drop-pod had landed, and marines were fighting off a massive chaos force. "We move then captain, marines, support the scythes, lets go!" With a yell, Galrain leapt onto a lascannon emplacement, tearing the gunner apart with bolter fire before destroying the heavy weapon and its crew with his power sword. Around him, devestator squads halix and Doros laid down a massive amount of firepower, but Galrain knew it would not last long. Even then, the heretics were piling even more men, and the rhino had only caused more men to be drawn here. He noticed an officer he had killed, wearing the fatigues of the Odion PDF, and wondered just how bad the seed of chaos was here. With a swipe he killed 5 PDF troopers before grapping a grenade from a dispenser at his waist and throwing it into the heretics forces. Then, tradgedy struck. Captain Aravos was surrounded by a few score guardsman, and before Galrain could reach him, he was shot in the back by a plasma gun. He tried to get up, but his backpack was gone, and the circuitry on his back was malfunctioning. With a last gasp, he threw his own power sword, a beatifully crafted blade, to Galrain, and grinned as he fell to the ground dead. With a roar that surprised even his own brothers, Galrain leapt into the traitors forces, his dual-power swords dealing death everywhere he turned. He was invincible, he kept pushing into the masses, killing, but then his wounds started to catch up with him, he felt holes all over his armor, his chest-eagle chipped and worn, and he felt dozens of cuts on his face. But then something drew his attention, a sorceror, wielding a massive blade, but the blade seemed normal, no curses or runes on its edges. The sorceror spoke to Galrain, he could feel the words in his mind. "Come, young one, experience the pleasures of Tzeentch. He is the changer of ways..." Galrain fought to control himself. The sorceror drifted closer,"Here, take this sword, smite your weak bretheren, it said with a hiss. Galrain looked up to see a marine in power-armor, ancient baroque red power armor. "You, are a thousand son...You betrayed the emperor". The marine looked at him, and galrain could feel his gaze through its helmet. "No whelp, the corpse sent the wolf fools on us, you see, he was jealous of our power, take the blade, embrace that power". For a moment, Galrain felt doubt. As a space marine, he was meant to know no fear, but now, he did. "Yes, he said finally". With a bow, he lifted the sword, and raised it above his head. The sorceror nodded, but before it could react Galrain brought the blade down on the traitor, slicing the sorceror's head off. "I fight for the emperor, and no one else!" Galrain yelled, but then, something caught his eye, an object coming down from space. As it came closer, he saw it was a thunderhawk, painted all black, with an =][= symbol on its wing. As it dropped, a marine in black armor stepped out, all black, except for a green and blue patch on his shoulder. The thunderhawk took off, and the marine approached Galrain. "Ahh, sergeant, i see you are in need of assistance." Galrain laughed, "Brother Hallion, i do indeed, how long has it been?""53 years, it will be good to fight again". Hallion drew a power axe, and a plasma pistol, and said, "Hope you saved some for me!"

As the two leapt into battle....

[Bloodwraith]

Persona: Gardesh Mo'r Lieutenant in the Khadesh Misel (Combined tactics of nightlords and iron warriors, but NOT geneseed!)

OOC: ok i wasn't sure exactly whats happening so i'm winging it. Let me know if anything is iffy and i'll change it

 

Trader: could you give us more idea of the landscape, major moons, major planets in the vicinity etc so we can branch out to an area that suits us. What kind of cities are on the planet and what level of technology.

 

 

Darkness reigned on Odion. Its sun had set long ago and darkness blanketed the world. The distinctive sound of the Defiler reached the acute hearing of Gardesh as he surveyed the campfires below. He stood atop one of the many vast luna plateaus dotting the surface of Odion. Below he could make out the reinforced bunkers of the space marines. As of yet he did not know which marines he fought but he would enjoy killing any marine so this did not phase him over much. He heard a beeping inside his helmet, a wicked grin spread over his face. The Daemon engine was in position.

 

Brother Chimon looked up into the night sky as his acute hearing picked up the whistling noise. His eyes widened as he screamed into his vox "incoming artillery fire." He turned to run as the shell hit the ground and immolated the brave warrior.

 

Blossoms of fire erupted all across the space marine position as the Defiler found its range. The Daemon engine shrieked insanely as it pounded the space marine bunkers. Lascannon fire erupted from the bunker system in reply, sweeping across the plateau in a blaze of incandescent energy.

 

The space marines waited, nerves highly strung, waiting for more death to rain from the sky. Nothing happened. The brother-captain sent out three squads to investigate. The marine patrol found nothing but the footsteps of a defiler, several heavy boot prints and the scout sentries with their throats cut. It seemed chaos had reached the surface of Odion.

 

If there are any errors in surroundings or what the chaos marines attacked, please let me know.

[jimmythemoose]

Venderas cut down another heretic with his power swords, kicking the body from his blade with his power armoured boot. He had been separated from the rest of his squad by the seething mass of bodies around him, but he didn

[Librarian- Melechor]

Galrain threw himself at another group of traitors, their lasguns blazing on full-auto. He felt burns all over his face, and his armor was close to scrap metal. With a yell, he leapt on one traitor, slicing his arm off with one sword while making a sweeping arc with his other. Behind him, Sergeant hallix fought off another squad with Hallion at his back. Galrain still was not sure why a deathwatch, a xenos hunter, was here, but it mattered not, Hallion was terrible in battle, his rage providing him with twice as much strength and Stamina. Galrain stepped down, crushing a cultist with a flamer, then leapt again and made sweeping motions with both his swords, slicing a dozen guardsmen to pieces. He looked up, to see Sergeant Doros fall from a lascannon shot, his armor holed and destroyed. Another good marine destroyed, Galrain thought, "When will this end!?!?". Behind him, Venderas of the angelic scythes fought like a mad-man, carving a bloody trail through the traitors forces. "Marines," he voxed, "Follow the librarian in, keep pushing!!" Galrain was surprised to see 8 marines still alive, all of them now following sergeant Hallix. Galrain himself pushed against the heretic hoard, his dual swords bringing death everywhere around him, and as night dawned the battle continued. "Brothers, bring these heretics justice, " He pointed at the strange tower in the center of the camp. 3 marines with missle launchers and a lascannon shot at the tower, but the shots had no effect, the tower walls had seemed to shrug off the powerfull shots. "Alright men, push to the tower." But before he left he walked up to the librarian and spoke" My men will push to the tower, you watch our backs." He turned and leapt again into the fray...

 

Wow no ones around, we need more people!