Black Crusade

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

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.

 

The cultists panic, torn between the new threat, and that of the opposing cult, they are clearly throwing every single member of their cult to each other, and the local guardsmen, seeing the Arbites, decide it's best to do their duty, and begin firing upon the cultists, who isolate themselves to small craters, or burnt out tanks and toll booths, or in messes of cover and corpses, seeking to kill all they can.

 

 

 

  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.

The Tyranid know no fear, charging without mercy, but it is in vain, ad they begin to fall. Across the globe, similar reports come in, and after days and days of fighting, the splinter is no more. Only the husks of a splinter fleet maintain the orbit, slowing dropping into the atmosphere and burning up as they are, oganic. A few large pieces fall, breaking cities and killing survivors of the Imperial population here, but soon it was silent as a tomb...

[dirtryhary 26]

Chaos Warriors-Blood Pact

Phargos Hex

 

With Arkas's speech at a close, the assembled blood pact cheered his name. The warriors bowed before the marines, offering their praise and devotion. Etogau Tao ordered camp to be made, and defenses with it. Whether the marines chased to help or not mattered little. The Blood Pact would fortify the bombed out factory, and use it as a forward operation base. Tao voxes back to high command, and proposes his plan. When they hear the Black legion back it, reinforcements and supplies are send in mass.

 

It would take nearly two weeks for this all to be sorted out, but fine ally a unit of some size was made. Tao personally commanded 300 Blood Pact warriors, and many other smaller bands and large companies of devotees accompanied him. Four chimeras laden with supplies and two light tanks accompanied the column.

 

Etogaur Tao gave the honor of spear heading the assault to the black legion marines. They were given maps of the plotted course and surrounding areas. Dark Eldar resistance was expected to be light, until they neared the fortress. Only the gods knew the numbers contained in the fortress....

[Crayfishchris 751]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.