Black Crusade

[Sneaky 189]

Tau Empire ((sorry on my phone))

​ The Shas'o was mad at the fact he couldn't fight a simply enemy. As he looked out his window he saw the massive hordes of Tryannids on the planet's surface. He was in shock but received word that the Kroot allies were coming with more Fire Warriors. The Shas'o got word for the Ethereals to move to a different planet called EridayII Cataract. The planet was marked for the Tau to exterminate any life other than Tau and Allies.

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Nods in understanding "Yes sir. We await your orders to move out."

Otto nodded "Then we go"

 

-7 Terran Days Later-

Crows World

Polar North

 

Otto stood atop a Chimera, the North was cold, and now did he truly understand its naming of "Frozen Piss" from first hand. Otto had ordered a command bunker erected where the rear of the trench lines would be, the munitions factory and bastion-city was in sight, and they were firmly out of range. After it had been erected, the command elements of the Warhawks, and Valhallan's were summoned to the command bunker.

 

Tau Empire ((sorry on my phone))

​ The Shas'o was mad at the fact he couldn't fight a simply enemy. As he looked out his window he saw the massive hordes of Tryannids on the planet's surface. He was in shock but received word that the Kroot allies were coming with more Fire Warriors. The Shas'o got word for the Ethereals to move to a different planet called EridayII Cataract. The planet was marked for the Tau to exterminate any life other than Tau and Allies.

The Eldar would conceal their ships at the Tau approached fast their own location

[Areon 947]

Otto nodded "Then we go"

 

-7 Terran Days Later-

Crows World

Polar North

 

Otto stood atop a Chimera, the North was cold, and now did he truly understand its naming of "Frozen Piss" from first hand. Otto had ordered a command bunker erected where the rear of the trench lines would be, the munitions factory and bastion-city was in sight, and they were firmly out of range. After it had been erected, the command elements of the Warhawks, and Valhallan's were summoned to the command bunker.

Arrives with his platoon commanders, two young captains, to the Command bunker. His artillery fortifications for his own Company being overseen by his Lieutenants in the meanwhile. 

[dirtryhary 26]

Chaos Warriors-Blood Pact

Phargos Hex

 

Etogaur Tao felt both fear and religious ecstasy. The strike cruiser was immense and terrifying, and Tao began chanting along with his men. Blood pact troops handed their trophies of war to the marines as tokens of devotion, and the last of the dark elder were ritually slaughtered. Recollecting his thoughts, Tao bowed yet again to Arkas and answered.

 

"This world is so called Phargos Hex, and it is in our hands-besides the thrice damned Dark Eldar. They plague our industry and towns, and tie us down here. There is wars to fight on the Imperial held world, but we can't win without this world's resources."

 

Taking out a blood soaked map, Tao kneeled and offered it to Arkas.

 

"If you would observe the marked lines, that's my suggested line of assault. I wish to march on where the Dark Eldar have allegedly made their fortress, and have the consent of our general. I would be honored if you were to spearhead the advance."

 

Blood Pact and chaos warriors were to arrive to Tao's position, in armored convoys. From there the men would march on the Dark Eldar's fort with the marines or not.

[TheWyrdWolf 1532]

(( on phone so it's short))

The newly appointed Colonel made his way through the interconnecting trench lines of frozen piss. In the distance the target they were about to assault stood resolute against the weather. Daniel arrived in the command bunker with his senior commissar and vox officer

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(( on phone so it's short))

The newly appointed Colonel made his way through the interconnecting trench lines of frozen piss. In the distance the target they were about to assault stood resolute against the weather. Daniel arrived in the command bunker with his senior commissar and vox officer

 

 

Arrives with his platoon commanders, two young captains, to the Command bunker. His artillery fortifications for his own Company being overseen by his Lieutenants in the meanwhile. 

Otto von Haupt stood over a holographic table, a map of the area was made, and it was fully movable, able to draw trenches, apply troops and such all for simulation purposes. Otto nodded to his officers "Let us begin" he stated, keeping his rebreather on, beginning to draw trench lines, using red to mark his own troops and  artillery positions, he drew a set of trench lines in the third dimension, with a series of bunkers underground to protect munitions, and troops to help avoid frostbite, or diseases often found in the mud of trenches, but there would be no mud here, more like freezing to death.

 

Drawing a series of tunnels, covered by peramcrete, the same material bunkers were made of, were the means to move artillery, massive tunnels that could be used to keep munitions safe from enemy bombardment, he used blue for the Valhallan Ice Warriors, they would be in charge of artillery, and finally the Harakoni would lead the spearhead of the actual assault to clear out the dying and dead, those that hadn't been killed by gas or explosives.

 

Looking up, Otto stated "Any questions?"

 

Outside, the trenches were already being dug and the bunkers laid out by massive machines used by the men of Krieg, and the Death Korps began to get ready for a long war.

 

[Butizo 0]

((Sorry guys on my phone, just a quick update))

Xinth'ako began to assemble a strike force to deal with the current nuisance of the Tau, and then move forward with taking over the entire sector for the Sautekh Dynasty! Gathering 20 Necrons, 10 warriors, 5 immortals, and 5 Deathmarks. Taking 2 Ghost Arcs and Tomb Blades, a Crypt Commad Barge for himself and a Doomsday Arc for good measure, along with his Honor guard. Planning and seeing every possible situation making counter programmed attacks against these situations finally gathering the Necrons and moving out for the vessel.

[Lyuin 65]

When the news reached Tacita Darkion of the movements of the Guardsmen forces on Crows World, the Shadow Captain ordered the scouts removed from the Planet's surface. Within a few days a Thunderhawk gunship had successfully extracted the team to the 6th company Strike cruiser 'Vengeful shadow.' Now on the dimly lit bridge, serfs and officer stood at their stations. Tacita was one who didn't go looking for trouble very often but as one of his sergeants liked to put it: there was nothing like a healthy bit of recon. The last thing the Raven Guard wanted was to be surprised. Tacita smirked at that, the very idea of such a thing was ironic but possible.

 

He paused for a moment, continuing to watch the various officers prepare to vessel for travel before he turned to a member of his honor guard. He gazed at his fellow battle-brother for a moment before he asked. "Alria, have you prepared our brothers...told them what is to happen?" 

Alria stood silent for a moment before a broad grin split on his features and in a booming tone he replied. "Indeed, believe it or not they've got quite used to you not giving the charismatic speeches..." His tone dripped with mirth, a quality even years of brutal warfare hadn't worn away. 

 

Jokes were oft made about Alria having been drafted to the wrong chapter, that he should fit in well with the Space Wolves due to his love for drink and his nature. Even the sons of Fenris themselves had admitted it during the celebrations after the 'Red harvest of Malus' several decades ago. That aside the man was a fine warrior. He had bested perhaps every brother in the company, though a duel between them was yet to be seen...Tactica's thoughts were interrupted by the figure approaching him. His eyes snapped towards the man in black overalls and he made a quiet note that the officer was balding, the man's slight twitching was most likely excitement. 

 

The officer waited for a moment before announcing "Ready to jump sir...confirmation of action?"

 

Tactica replied curtly. "We head to Larsa. Then the mining world Kyro...if matters are peaceful."

 

Though naturally they rarely were.

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

((Sorry guys on my phone, just a quick update))

Xinth'ako began to assemble a strike force to deal with the current nuisance of the Tau, and then move forward with taking over the entire sector for the Sautekh Dynasty! Gathering 20 Necrons, 10 warriors, 5 immortals, and 5 Deathmarks. Taking 2 Ghost Arcs and Tomb Blades, a Crypt Commad Barge for himself and a Doomsday Arc for good measure, along with his Honor guard. Planning and seeing every possible situation making counter programmed attacks against these situations finally gathering the Necrons and moving out for the vessel.

Tyranid forms were all that were encountered, launching hit and run attacks to demoralize the enemy, but to no avail against the living metal, and so they emerged. Hundreds of the organization forms mobilized, a Carnifex let out a roar and the organization formed charged the Necrons, battering them relentlessly

  

When the news reached Tacita Darkion of the movements of the Guardsmen forces on Crows World, the Shadow Captain ordered the scouts removed from the Planet's surface. Within a few days a Thunderhawk gunship had successfully extracted the team to the 6th company Strike cruiser 'Vengeful shadow.' Now on the dimly lit bridge, serfs and officer stood at their stations. Tacita was one who didn't go looking for trouble very often but as one of his sergeants liked to put it: there was nothing like a healthy bit of recon. The last thing the Raven Guard wanted was to be surprised. Tacita smirked at that, the very idea of such a thing was ironic but possible.

 

He paused for a moment, continuing to watch the various officers prepare to vessel for travel before he turned to a member of his honor guard. He gazed at his fellow battle-brother for a moment before he asked. "Alria, have you prepared our brothers...told them what is to happen?" 

Alria stood silent for a moment before a broad grin split on his features and in a booming tone he replied. "Indeed, believe it or not they've got quite used to you not giving the charismatic speeches..." His tone dripped with mirth, a quality even years of brutal warfare hadn't worn away. 

 

Jokes were oft made about Alria having been drafted to the wrong chapter, that he should fit in well with the Space Wolves due to his love for drink and his nature. Even the sons of Fenris themselves had admitted it during the celebrations after the 'Red harvest of Malus' several decades ago. That aside the man was a fine warrior. He had bested perhaps every brother in the company, though a duel between them was yet to be seen...Tactica's thoughts were interrupted by the figure approaching him. His eyes snapped towards the man in black overalls and he made a quiet note that the officer was balding, the man's slight twitching was most likely excitement. 

 

The officer waited for a moment before announcing "Ready to jump sir...confirmation of action?"

 

Tactica replied curtly. "We head to Larsa. Then the mining world Kyro...if matters are peaceful."

 

Though naturally they rarely were.

A flash from the port side, an officer opens his mouth when suddenly he's blow back, the ship shakes and booms, warning klaxons erupt in piercing noise, an officer screams "Weapons are down!" His face was bloodied and his check shredded but he kept to his duties, stabbing a pain killer into his thigh.

Screens flickered to life on the bridge, a single symbol upon them, a white, snarling skulls with red bat wings, the Night Lords had come.

[Lyuin 65]

Despite the sudden port-strike, Tacita had stood his ground. Around him serfs lay some wounded, one had dashed his brains against one of his plasteel walls. Eyes snapping to the officer he quickly responded "Get the reflex-shields at full strength, port side. Might throw their targeting off for a moment."

The officer was bloodied but a tough man, a good choice Tacita thought. The fire from the traitor vessel made Tacita curse. How in the Emperor's name did they not see the warp spike...? Tacita's wandering mind was interrupted by the fizzing of plasma-rounds passing the ship.. He heard an officer yell "I don't care if the gunner is wounded, I don't care that the belt feeder is jammed...fix the damned thing!" Absolute chaos, a moment of silence...then this.

Tacita needed to think quickly, the Raven Guard wouldn't win a war of attrition against a Night Lord vessel. Not with the first strike having been made. He nodded to the officer. "Turn the ship to the port side and get ready to redirect void shields to the front, I'm improvising." The officer looks confused for a moment. Before going palid and bellowing orders. Sluggishly the strike-cruiser began the turn towards the enemy ship. The reflex shield was of the Mechanius on Kiavahr design. Despite offering no real protection, it was able to displace projectiles and energy weapons through gravatic manipulation. Even more useful was it's ability to mask it's various signatures to scanning and targetting equipment. Even with it's drawback, it's ability to displace light energy kept it hidden from the eye.

Tacita relayed orders to the lower decks, requesting the strongest men load roughly a third of the munitions into six of the eighteen assault pods. He had a team of engineers sent to rig a timed explosive to when the pod had made impact and opened. The Night lords would expect an assault especially when in a scenario like this. Tacita planned to do more than disappoint them. He glanced to the officer as the ship came round to face the Night Lord vessel. "Lower bow 25 degrees downwards and lower all non-essential systems. Wait for my next command."

With that he took a seat in a command throne. Life support was reduced to the minimum required for Humans and excess some energies were being redirected to the warpdrive. The artificial gravity was reduced to a quart. All weapons powered down, cutting the cruiser's energy low enough to maintain the stealthed state whilst scrambling enemy communications.

 

Calculations for a jump blazing through his mind, he saw the ship tilt, he yelled orders for the captain...it would take a quarter of a day but if the enemy vessel stayed roughly in the same position, it would allow them to escape all risk of being caught in a blind-fire blanket. To even combat being caught in the blanket, he'd memorize each pattern of fire as they came and coordinate the vessel accordingly. Now it was just a matter of holding ones nerve and being patient.

 

(Note:Reflex shields are used by the Avenger in Deliverence lost and are used exclusively by the Raven Guard's vessels.)

[Samoblivion 532]

((Will post tomorrow, I was a little tied up today.))

[dandan1350 479]

The sound of churning engines filled the streets as a plume of smoke trailed into the sky, a column of armour led up the street speeding towards the reported clash in the noble district, 2 repressors carrying two arbite shock squads, a third chimera in the middle between the two carrying the worrying PDF forces as they clung to their las-guns in fear, prayers and chants escaping them as they neared the destination. Suddenly a eerie static escaped the vox in the compartments before a voice blared out.

 

"This is Marshal of the Court, Marcus Volinks, I am the Emperors justice and you are my hammer to slam down upon the bench as I pass judgement. Fear not these petty cults, leave none surviving. If they are wounded, execute them immediately for they are guilty of heresy."

 

The vox intercom died out, static replacing it once more as the two repressors lit up with life in the form of chatter from the vox. The compartment was silent, no prayers, no small talk, not even looks passed as the arbites kept their heads bowed, shotguns resting on their laps.

 

"Alfarius and Moncho, if the guardsmen flee, gun them down."

 

No words were spoken to object his judgement, the silence his answer. 

 

+-+ Noble District, outside Governers homing +-+

 

The whirr of machines rattle the courtyard as the clash went on between the two cults, the Governers PDF lay slaughtered and scattered, pinned down by the fire from both sides as they clung to their menial cover. Suddenly a righteous ringing sounded out as the sentries left lifeless atop the districts housing roofs thundered out rounds into the cults down below, pinging off the stone walls and metal sheets as they ripped up both body and dirt below. 

 

As the sentries guns began their holy descendant to the cults below the repressors pulled up the street as more gun fire rattle the area, a churning sound of a storm bolter as it let loose its bolts. Suddenly followed by that a multi laser as it poured more shots towards the clashing cults. As the three armored vehicles created a semi-circle to protect their drop off the squads broke out. The PDF scrambling for their weapons as they ran to cover behind their chimera, the odd pang of a las firing off into the area behind them as they blindly shot behind themselves.

 

Chaos had yet to erupt however until the 20 arbites, a sight fearful to any peasant of this world would know, poured out into the streets. The ten wielding storm shields raising them in their ranked line to defend the retreat behind the repressors as the 10 behind prattled off their hellfire rounds from their shotguns over the shoulders of their shielding brethren.

[Butizo 0]

Tyranid forms were all that were encountered, launching hit and run attacks to demoralize the enemy, but to no avail against the living metal, and so they emerged. Hundreds of the organization forms mobilized, a Carnifex let out a roar and the organization formed charged the Necrons, battering them relentlessly

  As the Tyranid charged the band of Necrons, they opened fire in strategic ways, the deathmarks appearing from the flanks of the 15 other Necrons, shooting down as many Tyranid as they could before shifting back into their own personal pocket dimensions.  The warriors keeping their ground, Xinth'ako charged forward to the front lines with his 3 Necron Lynguard, quickly dispatching the group of beasts and monsters.  Suddenly, without question, Flayed one began showing up, tearing through the large meal before them, a group of 20-30 cutting down the Tyranid.  As the group begins to wear down the monsters, the front line began to fall back, the deathmarks coming out of their pocket dimensions and firing the Tyrinads down with deadly precision, and shifting back to avoid small groups of Tyrinads trying to charge them down.  The Immortals unleashed  their powerful Gauss Blasters and Tesla Carbines.  Xinth'ako began to send out tiny mindshackle scarabs, taking control of the lesser Tyrinads, and turning them on their own kind, as each one under his control fell, the mindshackle scarab would jump to a new host to unleash more confusion and damage to the enemy ranks.

[Lyuin 65]

Shadow Captain Tacita Darkion, sat in the darkness of the command-deck's throne. The black orbs of his eyes had adjusted to darkness almost instantaneously. The only light on the deck lit up the faces of the various serf in an emerald hue as plasma-fire from the murder-class vessel washed over or past the ship. Even the officers seemed somewhat relaxed, several of them had retired to their chambers and were replaced by others. The commanding officer had demanded to remain on-deck and Tacita had gladly allowed him to. He felt the ship tilt slightly, the rumble of it's maneuvering thrusters correcting it's course so the plasma-fire would wash past them.

 

It had been almost eight hours now since they Night Lords had begun weaving an intricate firing blanket. A common and predictable tactic, however the pattern was not one Tacita had encountered in any Imperial Navy maneuver books or had seen on the field of battle. As the blind-fire from the Murder-class vessel blanketed the cold void of space, the Shadow Captain had duly memorized them in complete silence and accordingly mumbled correction courses to avoid the fire. There had been almost several mishaps involving loose plating from the strike-vessel that had collided with the vessel. Fortunately the navigational shields had protected them from any damage to the hull.

 

He glanced to the serf known as Icarus, watching him silently for a moment before asking "How close?" The serf continued to work for a moment before he curtly turned realizing the question was directed at him. Icarus replied in a clipped tone "Almost too close m'lord. If we are going to act, I believe now is the time." Tacita gave a subtle nod before sitting upright in his chair and watching the bottom of the Night-lord ship get ever closer. By now the constant stream of fire was a waste, even if the traitor legion were guarding a window of escape that would allow them to warp-jump. The real problem presented was that eventually the reflex shields would become ineffective when too close to the ship and at this range they'd be torn to shreds.

 

If the night-lords had given Tacita ten minutes to plan this, his scheme might have worked but the traitor-legion had been firing blindly at them for eight-solid hours and with eight-solid hours of silence, Tacita's plan had been assessed twenty-three times over. The idea first sparked in the fourth hour of their movement towards the enemy. The idea wasn't his but a gift from the Primarch. Following the infamous 'Drop-site massacre' the Raven Guard had to escape enemy forces. It was oft told in previous data-logs passed down in paper and data that the cruiser opened a tear in warp-space in the proximity of a traitor-legion's ship. Tacita felt the same idea could be replicated here.

 

His mind snapped back to the cold-iron command chair, nothing comfortable about it. Command shouldn't comfortable anyway he thought. As the ship grew closer to the Murder vessel, it was Tacita who spoke. "Power up the warp-drives, I'd say we're well in range for a safe jump to that mining world now." The serf officer managed a wolfish grin and relayed the command.

 

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Night Lord vessel.

 

The commander of the vessel sat in his command seat. The hunt of the unsuspecting Astartes forces had grown quickly stale. Yet Viros'kursian refused to let his pray go, soon the batteries would catch the rat of a vessel in it's blanket and the quarry would be his. He glanced around the dimly lit deck, watching corrupted servitors do his bidding. He bellowed at one. "Increase the fire-rate, I want the scu--" He was interrupted by a single blaring warning siren. For a moment everything remained silent, the servitor croaked "Warp-spike detected." Viros bellowed his anger at the servitor, what on Terra could be making a jump in such a proximity?! Such a mis-calculation was incompetent and proof of the warpsmith's idiocy. 

 

Ironically, the signature picked up by the servitor wasn't a fault in any scanning equipment or even the thing's programming. The various algorithms and sensors were in fact correct but by then, as the Raven Guard vessel came into view, it was too late.

Viros' commands were drowned out as warp-space was torn open to make way for the Raven Guard strike cruiser that plummeted into it. As the servitor announced they too, had been caught in the tear and was awaiting command to raise Geller fields Viros' thoughts were invaded by a single-thought. Against the black of the void and the spectrum of chaotic colour, the Raven Guard strike cruiser was a shadow. One of vengeance and hate. Now the traitors who had turned on their brother 10 millennial ago, would burn in the warp for their betrayal.    

 

With that the Night lord murder vessel was swallowed by the warp. It's inhabitants torn apart or worse eviscerated by daemons who cared naught for the fact the legion fought for Chaos or that they had forgot to raise the Geller fields.  

[Samoblivion 532]

Garadon looked to Tao.

 

"Assemble your whelps how you see fit, but do not lecture me on what needs to be done. I shall support your assault, but if you presume to order me again, cur, your spine will decorate a rack."

 

He turns to his marines.

 

"Brothers! The warp has delivered us fresh slaughter, and blood. The Dark Eldar believe that if they slay for Slaanesh then they will escape his gaze. The fact that the Gods have delivered us here says otherwise - before we begin our operations, we will show these gathered Faithful what the chosen of Chaos are truly capable of. Make ready to move, for we go to build a flesh pyre for the Lord of Excess."

 

He draws a demonic chainsword, its whir the mixed sound of pained screams and viscious growls, its teeth not of metal but of real tooth. He raises it above his head to show his brothers.

 

"WE ARE RETURNED!"

 

The gathered black legion raise blades and bolters in response.

 

"WE ARE RETURNED! DEATH TO THE FALSE EMPEROR!"