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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2015 17:16:36 GMT
Echos of rage
Pain, anger, hatred, swirling together, pulsing out into the expanses of the warp, fear, desperation, thundering out into the depths. A psychic cry for help, born of her own grief. She was in pain, unimaginable pain. The Imperium often theorized that the Tyranid race lacked emotions, that they were simply animals driven by base needs, but even animals feel pain. The pain of a thousand of her children's deaths rippled through her, their psychic links, a closer bond than any Human would ever feel, snapped one by one, each severed connection wounding her deeper than any blade. She felt their pain, their fear as they burned in the inferno. Her beloved children died horrible, painful deaths, alone and terrified, and she felt it all. A scream of pain-filled rage rippled through the warp, her anger and fear a resounding cry for all to hear. Desperately she searched, plunging the depths of space for the Hive Fleets, seeking comfort and reassurance among her sisters, but she couldn't find them, no matter how far and how long she looked, she couldn't find them. She was alone with her grief, her children huddled around her, seeking solace and comfort even as she searched for her own.
Slowly, the fires died down, thousands of her children lie smoldering, their pain still rippling through her. Slowly the temperature cooled, slowly the pain eased, only to be replaced by grief and rage. She would make them pay for this, she would destroy them utterly, she would make them feel her pain. Her rage echoed out across the warp, a thousand times louder than before, a deafening roar spreading out through the cosmos. She would destroy those metal creatures for this, she would ruin them for making her children suffer this way, every last one of them would suffer the wrath of the swarm.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2015 17:37:38 GMT
it had been a sudden, and very disturbed night.
Something it seemed, had their very same plan, and had lit the basement into a glorious blaze Ivan Reichstein could only hope to see one day.
Luckily, Trevor the giant had left the door to the basement open. A shame that all their hard work building a ramp had been turned to ashes, but it was still quite impressive all the same, from what little he could see that is.
Smoke, ashes, and the odd still lit embers, he wasn't fond of volcanic planets but it was nothing his men could not handle.
He sighed. Trevor had made it quite clear no one was to enter without permission, so for now his recovering men were busy using those helpful, but disgustingly colorful, blocks to build defenses and housing, using sand to fill their hollowness and melting them together so as to be more permanent.
Suddenly though, Trevor stood infront of him.
“im leaving to get the mourning paper, ill be back in like 5 minutes, PLEASE just sit tight and don't cause anything to explode?”
“But of course.” Rechstein said with a smile of genuine honesty. Trevor gave him a funny look, but then turned and left. After hearing what he had come to know as a door opening and closing, Trevor swiveled on his heel to his men.
“get Valkyries ready and armed, and get em full of our best men equipped with our best equipment. Were going down and in boys!”
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Post by Fauntleroy on Sept 7, 2015 20:01:33 GMT
Operatus: Omicron-IX Elapsed Time: [001-33-12] Bolters; ineffective. Flesh-construct too titanic to bring down with small arms fire. Close combat weapons lacking. Chance of bringing in legion reinforcements – slim to none.
The thoughts tore through the legionary’s head one after another as the canine monstrosity approached. He and his brother hadn’t even considered how the Necrons would react to them retrieving their weapons, but given the circumstances the Astartes was fairly certain that even the Xenos would understand. The two blue-armoured transhumans snapped their helmets back into place and made a beeline for the land-speeder; where they would actually go was another matter entirely, but anywhere seemed better than here. Even as the bizarre flaying energy of the Necrons’ weapons impacted futilely against the colossal creature’s flanks, however, the strategy was taken quite out of their hands.
The Space Marine grunted, gritting his teeth behind his ceramite mask as they suddenly plummeted. Teleport attack was one of the Alpha Legion’s most favoured methods of attack, but it never made the sensation any easier to deal with. As his organs settled back into the correct place within his body and stars stopped dancing in front of his eyes, the Astartes warrior took a moment to glance around. They had landed in some kind of shadowed chasm between two towering mountains; it took him a few moments to guess, from the apparently metal ceiling above and the light streaming in through glass panes, that they had materialised inside the vast mobile-fortress in which the titan had arrived. His brother had already gotten to his feet, extending a gauntlet. He grasped it and staggered back to his feet, glancing around and attempting to take stock of their situation.
Korsarovekh’s voice echoed from above, demanding they show themselves. The two took a moment to consider their options. Twentieth legion power armour had been augmented with all manner of systems to help their purpose, and masking themselves was certainly not beyond the realm of possibility. He couldn’t see how many of his guards the Necron lord had brought with him, but from the sound of it at least some were still outside. Assassination, however, seemed like a rash move. The Xenos knew where the company had made its lair, after all, and his attempts to get in contact with the rest of the legion forces present had so far been unsuccessful. Besides, he didn’t even know if there was an easy way out of the transport.
“Violence will not be necessary.” He called out, mag-locking his bolter against his armoured thigh and walking out. For the moment, subtlety would reward them more than over-zealous aggression. After all, there was a loose end to tie up – their stranded land speeder bore symbols of allegiance, and it was possible that the canine beast was some form of engineered war-construct by the titans. Any chance of the Alpha Legion’s presence being detected couldn’t be countenanced, even if it meant sacrifice.
“You are correct, in that we are not finished talking.” His broher answered as they walked out into view of the Necrons, the pair of them looking up at the metallic aliens. “There is still profit to be gained through our dialogue. All we ask is that our speeder remains either under our control, or destroyed. Leaving it to be discovered by that monstrosity we witnessed earlier is unpalatable”
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Post by admiral9 on Sept 7, 2015 21:08:38 GMT
The avenging sons hit them again…
The towering dam that was silent strikes’ patience was starting to crack as they kept pressuring him to strike back.
Having been a staunch supporter of the kau’yon doctrine he did not deem it wise to carry out a direct offensive but these scum left him with no choice, he had lost the initiative.
Decisively striking back the prepared tau opened a devastating cascade of plasma and pulse fire, suppressing the space marines behind their cover. This allowed the kroot who happened to be dug in right below them and the mobile vespids to move into flanking positions, in addition a hammerhead was moved forward and loaded with submunition rounds.
A couple minutes later everything was set, upon the order of silent strike the plan was set into action, with the launching of the round exploding the books the space marines were standing on and the kroot jumping up prepared to catch them offguard it was instead them that were surprised, together with a couple dozen space marines 6 kroot and 3 tarrelian dog soldiers were tumbling down towards the earth. The vespids responding immediately swooped down in an effort to preserve life for no matter how far they would fall, it was the way of the tau to protect their own.
Regrettably one tarrelian was caught by a screaming space marine and torn asunder, and a kroot who missed the fateful grasp of his vespid comrades came down on the ground with an impressive splat, blood and gore spreading around him as his body exploded from the force of colliding with the ground.
The crises suits that had been dispatched to intercept the spacemarines were too late, except for one who appeared to be unconscious they had all gotten away and were currently hiding under the towering bookcase.
Silent strike not caring much for the avenging sons and having lost his sense of justice decided to hold the space marine hostage and threatened to brutally mutilate the super human if they did not come… they obviously refused
While under brutal rail rifle fire from a pair of pathfinder sections that had been deployed to inflict losses on their dug in men the space marine was stripped of his armor and weapons and the kroot were called, instructing the shaper on how the space marine was to be divided up and fed to the horde he went on to his gruelling job, visibly surprised that the tau were allowing them… no encouraging them to consume a human being but at the same time pleased that they had finally seen reason he went on to his grim job, cutting the still living marine up into tiny portions in a slow and agonizing way to feed to his subordinates, what they did not know was that the space marine had long ago shut off his pain receptors, not that they truly cared.
In the meanwhile the rest of the avenging sons had retreated towards the couch and snuck into it from bellow.
Along with this the group of kroot that were sent to investigate the explosion site had met with a space marine, he had already shot on of their comrades and the kroot piled on to him in reaction hoping to take him down through sheer numbers, the space marine clearly mad reacted by detonating a krak grenade he had held onto killing another three kroot.
To silent strike this was the drop that made the dam break, even though his dislike for humans he had always valued the kroot, they were excellent fighters against the orks and supplemented his usual tactics perfectly, the shaper had been a veteran of the war against the orks and quite an experienced one at that too, the losses along with the news of their hopeless situation meant silent strike, like nearly all intelligent organisms… needed to vent.
In a fit of anger, anger on a scale he had not experienced in over a decade he commandeered a captured vox that was set to transmit to the avenging sons “Listen to me… the longer you hide the worse your faith will be, if it takes me personally to come and drag you out of your hidey holes and cut your bodies limb for limb so we can feed you to the grox herds and use you for fertilizer i will do it, if it takes my men months to search you so we can destroy you we will… you have gone too far scum, you will be ended your life is forfeit, we do not care how long you hide as we have no other goal, we do not care if you fight as our allies have no god and they will gladly die to obliterate yours, we will end you… if it takes futile human lives or a storm of pulse fire I do not care… you are dead.”
Silent strike ordered the kroot and tarrelian dog soldiers to surround the hole the space marines crawled into and deploy a fire warrior and pathfinder team to respond to any space marine counterattacks.
He sighed, he was disappointed in himself.
In the corner of his eye he could see fireblade entering the command center, having apparently recently woken up, he knew his comrade would forgive him but facing him was still a fearful prospect, he steeled himself and turned around, he knew that in his current temperament he was useless as a commander and if at any time a commander was needed, then it would be now.
Tau:
Surrounding the space marines under the couch.
preparing for further space marine offensives.
German:
experiencing what a kroot eating meat is like.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2015 21:13:21 GMT
The Lictor watched intently as the Humans shuffled about, from his high perch he could clearly see the Humans loading up into their strange planes. They were planning something, luckily, the Hive Mind now had advanced warning. A plan was already forming even as they Human planes took off and flew down into the smoke.
The air was choked thick with smoke and ash, visibility was short, and little could be smelled beyond the stench of death and fire, but hearing, there was their advantage. The Shrike heard rather than saw the approaching planes, hidden within the smoke they were virtually invisible, to the approaching planes. The planes circled, he could just barely keep track of them, six, no five planes. One was coming in closer, approaching the entrance to the hive. It approached slowly, cautiously, it only just came into view as it lowered down, hovering not too far above the ground. The back of it was opened, some men were slowly rolling a barrel towards the opening, a smoldering fuse crammed into it. They seemed to be intending to send it into the hive, they could not allow that to happen. With a blast from his Venom Cannon he sent it scattering off course as it fell, the fuse lit the alcohol inside it and it lept into a blaze upon the ground, burning away some distance from the hive. The Humans seemed to panic and shot off into the air, circling overhead again.
One of the planes broke off, heading in the direction of one of the strange constructs they had seen earlier, a small group broke off and followed it, intending to keep them from landing.
Suddenly a volley of missiles raced towards them, they scattered to avoid the attack as the hole was blown wider apart, but the Humans appeared to have missed.
Having failed to hit anything they seemed to fly away, the sound of their whining engines slowly fading away.
The planes hovered in the side cavern, they seemed to be unloading some supplies onto some sort of platform. After a few minutes the planes fly away, leaving only a few nervous voices. A small detachment was sent up, suddenly a storm of heavy weapons fire opened up, taring through the thoroughly shocked Gargoyles and Shrikes. A few shots found their targets before they were cut down or forced to drop.
It seemed that the Humans had prepared to repel an attack, well they still had a few tactics left to try.
Some time later the Shrike stood ready as the Biovores were pushed and bullied into position. A few moments later a barrage of spore mines flew up at the platform the Humans were standing on. The Human planes came racing in to evac the Humans and then they struck, Gargoyles and Shrikes racing into the air and firing away at the planes. Splattering their engines and air intakes with Venom Cannons and Deathspitters. The Shrike dived after the planes as the swooped low, firing rockets at the Biovores and blowing one apart. But a storm of fire from above and below drove them away, their engines whining and sputtering as corrosive acids melted through their insides.
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Post by coolyo294 on Sept 7, 2015 21:52:50 GMT
Though he was slightly put off by the rudeness of Spiers's two subordinates, Tyto made no indication of it. He'd worked with the Imperial Guard for the entirely of his career and knew that while they were competent and effective soldiers, a life of war didn't always leave them with the most respectful etiquette towards any but their own. Especially the infamous Catachan deathworlders.
"I'll gladly take something to drink, but I brought our own smokes." Tyto said. "My father always said the rudest thing a man could do was smoke another man's tobacco without even introducing himself. My name is Captain Tyto Lazus, current CO of the 692nd Combined Operations Wing. This is my second in command and leader of the fighter wing, Captain Yolande Finnick. That's Lieutenant Helbrek, my Vulture commander, and Lieutenant Cayman, the man who made first contact."
Tyto cleared his throat and unrolled a map on the table in front of them. "Colonel Spiers, I can tell you're a man of action so I won't mince words. Our current position within the house is untenable." he said, pointing to the location of their airfield on the map. "From a technical standpoint it's a good location and we had no trouble converting it into an airfield. But it's indefensible and extremely exposed. I've already lost one man to Emperor knows what and we didn't even find his damn body, just his hellgun and a trail of blood. The surrounding area is crawling with hostile megafauna and we've heard nothing but the sound of combat ever since we set up."
He stood up before continuing. "Now we do have reason to believe there are fellow Imperials trapped within the structure, but in our current situation there's no tenable way for us to assist them. We simply have too few aircraft and our security detail is too small to operate independently in hostile territory. That is why I would like to propose shifting our aerodrome to this location. There's safety in numbers after all. The sand dunes we landed at could easily be converted to house our aircraft and I'd gladly lend my support to any operations you undertake. What say you, Colonel?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2015 22:00:33 GMT
Reichstein took another deep drink of the wine, downing yet another entire glass, in an attempt to drown out his own idiocy.
The mission into the basement had been a disaster, one easily avoided by using ones own wits, which he now thought he might not have.
From the moment they saw that some sort of warp phenomenon was keeping the basement from clearing of smoke they shouldve turned back, but he had decided to press his luck not once, but twice.
First they had attempted to see if the last of the tyranids might be hiding in their old dark cubby, to which it turned out they were. An attempt to use their new, makeshift firebombs failed due to an acid attack stopping it from entering the hole, so they followed up by attempting to negate whatever creature lurked in the hole with missiles.
A waste of resources. Something Reichstein was beginning to become a master of doing it seemed.
That should've been the end of the expedition, with no way to get any sort of force down, no way to see, and no way into the pantry, they had nothing worth doing in that accursed lower floor.
Then a Valkyrie spotted what was some sorta central control station for the entire house. Their tech priest had been furious, and demanded he be allowed to repair it.
Like an utter fool Reichstein agreed. Despite the impressive defenses he had sent to guard the box, the tyranid attack on the position proved that there were still much to many left, due to the accursed smoke.
Two men died worthless deaths, and all 5 valkyries were eating up their few spare supplies in order to be back in working order.
No, Reichstein was pretty sure he had no intelligence left at all between his ears, as he downed another full glass of the thick wine.
“you there, pass an order onto the tank crews. Close that door and melt its hinges shut.”
the vox operator looked shocked. “but sir...then we would not be able to ever enter through there again....”
“nor the tyranids leave. Let them rot down there. Without the very power we were attempting to restore none can open the 'garage' Trevor mentioned, so they will just have to sit there while we sit here.”
after a moments pause, the man relayed the message.
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Rapsutin watched as the giant door was slowly closed as tanks of all kinds pulled it shut. The Tau had even sent some forces to help move the massive door.
He watched as the hinges were melted into blocks of un operable metal, even a Gaint wouldn't be able to open that door without a lot of work.
“shame about the tyranids living,” he said to no one, as he was alone ontop of this part of their still constructing fortifications. “but even they need food, something they will grow quite short of quite fast I recon.”
sighing, he looked down at his men, and their strange spacey russian-ish allies. He did not know what the future would bring, but he could see it in everyones eyes. This had been their goal, and they had failed to succeed in it.
They would need a new goal, and fast.
Moral was a limited recourse, and it was running out.
-door to basement closed and sealed shut and tight -Vosto-Russian alliance moping about
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Post by Nepty on Sept 7, 2015 22:23:14 GMT
Time: 9 AM , Terra Standard Time
“Wake up, mon-keigh!”
Trevor’s eyes opened slowly. He couldn’t move much. His hands and feet were bound, and he was clearly in some sort of storage space. He looked around. It was dark, save for a small marble of light glowing in front of his nose.
A figure stepped into the light, and Trevor immediately wished it was dark again, then realized that that would mean he would be in the dark with this…thing.
Up close, it looked like a tiny sauron. Spikes adorned its dark purple armor, and a dripping, bloody glove was affixed to one hand. The fingers were talons. A scimitar of some sort was clutched in it’s other hand. He recognized it immediately.
A Dark Eldar Archon.
“Holy shit.”
“What is that?” demanded the archon, in broken English. “Schit? Some oath? The Emperor cannot save you now, no matter what you call him. It matters not if he is Shit or something even more powerful. He is powerless against us.”
As the dark elder continued his villainous monologue, Trevor’s eyes cast about. In the shadows, he could see other, smaller shapes. Probably other dark elder.
“So,” finished the Archon. “Where are we?”
Trevor paused. “Um…earth.”
“Lying fool,” whispered the Archon. It raised the glove Trevor winced. Despite its size, it would hurt. He knew that.
Then, daylight spilled out. The Archon looked up and spat an Eldar oath. Something responded, also in Eldar, but much deeper. The Archon engaged in a hurried conversation with the someone Trevor couldn’t see, and then glanced at him. “Wait here,” it hissed. Trevor rolled his eyes.
The archon and his warriors disappeared and the door shut.
Trevor counted three breaths and reached for his back pocket. He could feel his phone there. The old flip-up button type. He’d never really used an iphone or a smartphone.
After minutes of struggling and grunting like some sort of epileptic ork, he’d got it in his hands, which were still bound behind his back. Going through the motions, he selected what he thought was contacts, home, and then hit dial.
“Hello, Pizza Planet, may I take your order?”
Trevor swore and hit end call.
It took him three more times before he managed to select home. He only managed that because he remembered he’d installed voice commands on the damned thing.
It went straight to answering machine. He hoped the damned Guard were still in the demand kitchen.
“Hey, uh Ivan, Ivan and Ivan? You there? Listen I’m uh kind of in trouble. Could you or the Tau or the Sons or someone come over and give me a hand…I’ve kind of been captured by…Dark Eldar. I can’t be too far from the house. Uh I’m in the van that looks like the box of tissues. Mail van. You know, white, has a blue bit and a white bit? Yeah if you could give me a hand, that’d be appreciated. This is a serious problem I mean. Pretty sure something big is going o-”
The door opened again and Trev swore.
“Halt! Move away from the communications apperatus, Mon-keigh!”
“DO I LOOK LIKE I CAN FUCKING MOVE, LEGOLAS!?”
“Insolence! prepare for a greater pain than you have ever known, pitiful creature!”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2015 22:44:02 GMT
all three Ivans, and most of their men, stared and listened at the giant communications device in silence as it played its message.
“well that explains why he has been gone so long....” Rechstein said, his face still stuck torwards the machine.
It was Vlad who jumped into action first. “well men!? We cant leave him hanging, giant or not he has done nothing but help us, and good men return such favors!”
Rechstein turned to the vox operators. “relay the message to the Tau, and get on every damn station you can, try and find the owners of that vulture we saw earlier, hell, anyone willing to help!”
he turned to the engineers “i want those Valkyries airborne yesterday and looking for this vehicles, and get all our scouts up and out, have the tanks help open any doors necessary!”
meanwhile, Rasputin was yelling at the men to prepare to move out.
It may be hours before they found Trevor, another few to reach him, but a goal was a goal, and it was like a gift from the heavens compared ot the nothing they had before.
Besides, Rasputuin didn't know what a 'Dark Eldar' was, but if he had learned one thing from his Imperial allies, it was that anything with an evil sounding name like 'Dark' anything, was not something to be left to its own devices.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 2:47:14 GMT
She was brooding, there was no other way to describe it, the attack against them by the Humans did nothing to dampen her hatred of the metal creatures, but it had alerted her to a very important fact, they were stuck here, in this cave, with no way out but through the metal creatures, which they were not strong enough to destroy, yet. And so she brooded, allowing her rage to simmer while she tried to find a way out. Dozens of plans had crossed through her mind, none would work. The Broodlord and Hive Tyrant and been unable to offer any useful ideas. She considered making use of the pit they had scouted before, but they wouldn't get anything small enough to fit into the small tunnels down safely. They could try melting through the wall and burrowing out into the earth, but that did not seem like a sustainable plan in the long run. Carefully she searched through the memories of the swarm, searching for anything she could use to escape this situation, then she noticed it, something they had found earlier, during the inferno. A cunning plan crossed her mind, acting quickly she summoned her children, time was of the essence.
The huge beast flapped lazily around, high in the air he and his kin circled, they had a good view of the area from up here, the cave system appeared roughly like a Human dwelling, albeit several hundred times the size they were accustom to seeing. A stone pathway led up to the entrance they had exited through, a large metal construct sat upon that path. Forestry surrounded the dwelling, various forms of trees and hedges, again, many times the size they should be, but recognizable for what they were. They lazily circled, searching the area, getting a good lay of the land. They noticed a curious sight, another Human base by the looks of it, tents and vehicles lay gathered together far below. A number of planes sat together, and a few more flew low in the air, they could attack now, they wanted to attack, they wanted to dive down and destroy the Humans from above, but the Hive Mind warned them not to, knowing from experience that destroying those planes would only invite attack from more, ones that they wouldn't be able to drop down on.
Slowly they finished their sweep, the area around the Human nest thoroughly recorded by the Hive Mind.
The Ravener slowly dropped down into the basin, the water was cold, and deep, quickly he dove down, behind him her heard his two fellows jump in after him. One by one the dove down, following the waterway wherever it would take them.
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