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Post by Warork on Sept 8, 2015 8:17:06 GMT
Spiers elbowed Hauler in the side when Captain Tyto mentioned the drinks. The big Catachan sergeant grunted and pulled some chilly bottles out of an ice filled cooler next to the table. The sergeant slid them over the table to the Naval personnel as Spiers appraised what was being said.
"Your father was a smart man, Captain." Powers quipped with a sullen nod as he puffed on his lho stick.
"Happy to make your acquaintance." Spiers said diplomatically. As the regiment's commanding officer and oldest member, it fell to him to act with some measure of tact when dealing with outsiders. "Yes, my men are pretty familiar with Lieutenant Cayman. That little flyby of his rattled some foxholes to be sure." Spiers chuckled. "Fair enough though, the men need to be kept on their toes."
Spiers examined the map that Tyto unfurled before him. So the navy had brought forward some useful intel? Well, Spiers supposed there was a first time for everything. He nodded solemnly as Tyto expounded on the dangers of the hive complex on the other side of the jungle. "Yeah, when my regiment...arrived here...we considered going into the structure but as you know..." At this point he smirked with a hint of pride in his voice. "We Catachans are made more for living under the open sky."
A few more moments later, Tyto had made his proposal and Spiers nodded appreciatively. "If there are other Imperials in the structure they'll have to fend for themselves until we consolidate better here. I think I speak for my officers when I say I'd be more than glad to see about getting you boys proper facilities here...How bout it, Beast?"
The big Catachan sergeant grunted at the mention of his name. "What?"
"Can we flatten out a proper airfield with the equipment we've got here?"
"Hmmm..." Hauler seemed to give it some thought. "The dozer blades on the tanks and Chimeras worked pretty well for the Valkyries out there so I think so. Wont be anything fancy, though."
"Well, it sounds like you know what you're doing, then." Spiers quipped.
"Huh?" Hauler replied, slow as ever. "Hey...OW!" He yelped as Spiers pegged him in the side of the head with a curled fist.
"There now, maybe you'll hear me better with a fat ear." Spiers growled. "Get out there and get to work, we need that field done yesterday."
Spiers waited for Hauler to leave the tent before he turned to Tyto. "The Guard and the Navy, scratchin each other's back since the beginning of time...You go get your men, Captain, and we'll have a decent strip of land scraped out for you when you get back."
Spiers held out his hand for one last handshake before the two parted ways. "Good luck out there, Captain. Its a big, crazy world."
Sergeant Hathok, leader of the Catachan's own "Zulu squad" a detachment of stormtroopers attached to the regiment, was pursuing a gut hunch as Spiers and Tyto were meeting in the airfield's command tent. His Valkyrie's pilot had insisted that he had seen small specks of light coming from a small structure near the outer wall of the hive complex, just near where the regiment had woken up earlier that day. Such a phenomenon could only mean a few things...and Hathok was willing to bet on other humans being in the area.
So he'd mounted his squad up into their Valkyrie and headed out for the source of light. Time passed slower at night in unknown territory, he found. He ignored the icy feeling in his stomach, he was just on his toes from this...admittedly strange situation. A few minutes felt like an hour but finally, the Valkyrie arrived above the large metal box where the light had come from and Hathok ordered the pilot to take them lower to see where the light had come from. Hathok opened the Valkyrie's side door, letting the great noise of its spinning engines into the cabin. He switched on the side mounted floodlight and aimed it towards the light source below him. He was slightly surprised to see a large hole rent into the side of the structure where it appeared someone had blasted their way through.
Hathok ordered his men to rappel down to the ground and investigate. They did so in short order and were soon standing near the hole's edge, looking inside. Hathok shined his flashlight inside and was surprised further to see a tank sitting in the metal cavern inside.
"Hello?" He called. "Imperial Guard!"
The tank's top hatch suddenly flung open, prompting Zulu squad to train their hellguns on it at the same time. A uniformed man popped out with his hands up.
"Imperial Guard?! Friendly!" He said in a heavy accent.
"Identify yourselves." Hathok called, not putting down his hellgun.
"Russians!" The man, apparently the tank commander, called. "Friendly! We fight with Imperial Guard!"
It took a few minutes, but eventually Hathok got the tankers' story out of them and eventually voxed Colonel Spiers to let him know what happened. It turned out one of the crewmen had lit a cigarette in the cavern, the flame of which was visible all the way back at base camp, kilometers away and that's what the Vaklyrie pilot had seen. Hathok had eventually communicated to them that he could take the tank crew to safety at their camp but they'd have to leave their tank until they could come back for it. The crew seemed reluctant but eventually agreed.
"You're lucky we were the first ones to see that." Hathok said, pointing to the crewman's lighter as the group rode the Valkyrie back to camp. "We're not the only ones out here."
The tank commander, who was the only one amongst them who spoke plain gothic, answered for the crewman. "Trust me, he knows." He said, taking the soldier's box of smokes from him and tossing them to Hathok.
Catachans are constructing an airfield at the sand pit.
Zulu squad rescued a few russians in the outside AC unit.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2015 18:34:24 GMT
The Ravener pushed out of the tunnel and dropped down with a thump, landing in a strange area of sheer white cliffs all around. Behind him his fellows dropped down to join him, together they passed through a hole cut into the cliffs, finding themselves in a large room of strange stone blocks. A huge opening led out into a much larger cavern. A few minutes later a plan was hatched, and forces far below them started to move.
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Post by Fauntleroy on Sept 10, 2015 15:43:56 GMT
Operatus: Omicron-IX Elapsed Time: [001-39-25]
“You understand, human, that my benevolence is not merely given. Even your kind has an appreciation of the need for deeds over words.”
The legionary would have admitted that if he had been pressed on it. Of course, admitting it to the Xenos unless absolutely pressed was unthinkable, but privately the Astartes held no particular grudge against the Overlord for it. If he had he would have still kept silent on the matter. Even with the brief interlude from the canine monstrosity, negotiation had entered a delicate phase.
“Throwing both of our evidently strong forces into a rash conflict seems unwise, Lord Korsarovekh, especially given the…strange situation we have found ourselves in.” In all honesty the legionary was beginning to have his own suspicions on the matter, but considering them was pointless until they had better intel. “And you seem to have some knowledge of us, so you may well know that we are more…flexible, than many of our cousins.”
“We would not be adverse to coming to some ‘arrangement’ in return for your knowledge.” The other Astartes finished. The Necron’s burning stare was fixated on the two Space Marines’ azure helmets. If it was getting frustrated by the way that they finished one another’s sentences then it gave no sign. Its bodyguards were doing even less than that, maintaining their formation with motionless stoicism. Behind the confines of his helmet the Astartes’ eyes flicked to the Xenos-king’s vizier. The only other member of its retinue that really stood out, and presumably the one that had teleported them given its obvious technological prowess, it was staring at the pair of them with obvious scientific interest. It was growing irritating.
“Your race of apes has always been swift to promise, yet slow to deliver.” Korsarovekh replied at least, drumming its metallic fingers slowly on the length of the staff. “I will not waste either of our times by attempting to invoke the ancient codes of battle and form a warrior’s alliance.”
“A wise decision.” The Astartes conceded with a nod. “But all the same, the realities of what we find ourselves caught in would allow for an…exchange of services, when appropriate.”
Long seconds of silence passed as the Xenos considered the offer, never averting its gaze from the pair. The two legionaries stared back up with silent, watchful scrutiny. The stark reality of being the weaker party in the diplomacy was both unusual and uncomfortable to the Alpha Legionnaire, but he grit his teeth and tried to force it down with a surge of will.
“An exchange of envoys, then.” Korsarovekh eventually concluded, slightly inclining its metallic skull. “I will dispatch one of my servants to accompany you to your primitive encampment. In return, I shall allow one of your own…’warriors’ to act as an intermediary with my own legions. When I call, you answer.”
The demeaning scorn that somehow carried into the Xenos’ metallic voice, as well as the simple presumption of the demand, inflamed the legionary’s temper once more. His brother did not hold his tongue so well.
“You do not order members of the Legiones Astartes, alien.” The armoured warrior replied bluntly. Korsarovekh’s grip on his weapon noticeably tightened, and for a moment the Astartes wondered if they were about to die. “But your terms are…agreeable.” The tactical marine finished just in time, shooting a brief sidelong glance at his disguised commander. The Space Marine gave a barely-perceptible nod of approval.
“I will grant you this accord, then.” The Necron lord decided, flexing the talons of his free hand idly. The Astartes did not respond – he was too busy listening to a vox report suddenly crackling in. Evidently, Telok had managed to stabilise the legion’s communication network for a degree of long-range transmission. The Necron slammed a clenched fist into his metallic ribcage – presumably, that was some kind of mark of honour. The two Space Marines did not respond in kind, trusting that their erstwhile ally would read their agreement in the moment’s silence.
“My brother will also be stationed within the titan’s transport here, to gather intelligence on their capabilities.” The legionary spoke up, gesturing sideward. The other Astartes took it in silence.
“This crude contraption is nevertheless sovereign property of the Torun dynasty.” Korsarovekh replied with imperious disdain. “Your race is more mindless than even I believed if you would think I would simply allow this.”
“We would make no such assumption, Overlord Korsarovekh.” The legionary insisted. Keeping his tone level in the face of the Necron’s arrogance was proving to be a more difficult task than anticipated. “We have uncovered a stash of explosives in the fortress’s top level. We would be willing to…invest you with some of them.”
Giving up a portion of the cache was unfortunate, but the distance between their two bases of operation was sufficient that he didn’t think they could be turned back against the legion. That, and anything that would further ingratiate them into the Necron’s trust…for the moment…was something to be seized. The Necron vizier looked to its lord with sharp eagerness, while Korsarovekh studied the two humans for a moment. Eventually it seemed to accept that they were telling the truth, at least in this.
“I will leave one of my own lieutenants to ensure your compliance.” The Overlord decided, fixing the Space Marines with a menacing glare. “Do not give me cause to regret this.”
*** The sun was going down by the time they were back outside and the Storm Eagle had touched down. Its front ramp was down, a score of Necron warriors delicately removing the two small explosives from its confines. Telok had protested at giving them up, as any of his order would, but the legion’s aims came before his own order’s. The alien scientist oversaw the unloading, rubbing its talons together with robotic glee, while the legionary glanced up towards the transport’s window. His brother had made climbed up to stand on the other side of the glass. The other Astartes gave a small wave, the Necron left behind beside him simply staring out.
Finally, the explosives were unloaded, and they were ready to return to their own base. One of the Alpha Legion was already standing with the Necron delegation, red eyes glowing in his beak-nosed helmet. One of Korsarovekh’s bodyguards – his ‘lychguard’, apparently – stood behind the legionary. It attracted a few looks from the transhumans within the aircraft, but they wouldn’t argue.
“I will not forget our bargain, human.” Korsarovekh called out as the Astartes were walking up the ramp. It levelled its staff at them, cloak swirling in the gentle breeze. “I call. You answer.” The legionary didn’t give it the satisfaction of turning, simply nodding and stepping inside the aircraft.
“Did you enjoy getting to play one of the legion, brother?” Ikros slipped his borrowed helmet off and let a smile cross his face as the Storm Eagle’s engines roared to life. The sergeant with whom he had swapped identity stepped forward and released his own ornate helm with a hiss of pressure.
“It was a liberating experience.” The Harrowmaster answered with a small chuckle, taking his own weapons back with barely-disguised eagerness. The other Space Marine glanced at the lychguard again, who registered no surprise whatsoever at the reveal. “What’s our status on the gothic transmissions we picked up?”
“We haven’t located the source, but our operatives did find the remnants of a battle of some kind.” The sergeant explained. “All the dead were human, allegiance unknown. The agents returned with as many of their uniforms as we could carry…just in case.” He smirked.
“Humans?” Ikros asked, taking a seat and rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “What…size, were they?”
“Average, for mortals.” The sergeant’s face curled into a perplexed frown. “Why?” Ikros thought for a moment longer, before staring at their Xenos ‘guest’. He still had some reservations about letting one observe their lair, but its presence and their own delegate in the Necron camp would help when the inevitable betrayal came from either side.
“You had better take a seat.” He answered, pursing his lips. “We have a lot to talk about.”
Alpha Legion -One Astartes remaining in the car with a Necron. (34) -One Astartes accompanying the Necrons, presumably back into the garage. (30) -Sparatoi returning to Attic with as many Russian uniforms as they can carry. (3) -Two small fireworks given to Necron forces. (75) -Alpha Legion entrenching for the night, receiving intelligence on other factions from Necron envoy. (1)
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Post by admiral9 on Sept 11, 2015 20:09:23 GMT
The stealth suits following the orders of the shas'O awaited the moment that they should reveal themselves, as they stalked the humans they noticed that they were stealing the uniforms of the Russians. This would be a good moment to surprise them the shas'vre mused to himself as he beckoned his comrade to follow him, disengaging the stealth field he appeared right in front of them.
The humans, visibly shaken stepped back, but contrary to expectations rapidly regain cohesion.
The shas'vre opened communications. "Good day... humans, we were scouting this area when we spotted you and your suspicious behaviour. We would like to inquire what your business is with the uniforms of our allies?"
The apparent leader of the humans responded with a flimsy excuse of an explanation, saying that they were scavengers that wanted to turn a profit, rudely leaving without even a proper greeting they went past the stealth suits, as the shas'vre had observed earlier these men were extremely well trained in stealthily moving around, it would be impossible for them to just be simple scavengers.
The shas'vre ordered a split up, re-engaging their stealth fields and moving to advantageous observing positions stalking them as they went, he didn't know where they were going but he wanted to find out.
Back at the base the Germans and Tau had re-established control of the sunroom, except for the hiding marines all troops had moved to their previous dug in positions once more, in addition silent strike had after having a conversation with his blood brother started regaining his calm.
"We need a direction, both our allies and our own men are experiencing a rapid deterioration of morale, the harassing attacks of the space marines combined with the reality that the ethereals are gone will lead to issues sooner or later. Do we have any hope of the ethereals returning to us to begin with I wonder..."
"Believing we are forsaken is the quickest way of turning away from the greater good friend, we must keep ourselves level headed and approach this rationally. We know where the space marines came from and we know we can crush them, even without the ethereals watching over our actions we can do them proud, we just need faith."
"Faith can only bring us so far, looking at the combat situation it would be best to split up our forces into smaller operational groups to allow ease of movement, With our biggest priorities being the protection of the giant who has allowed us in her home, the destruction of the avenging sons and our assistance to the imperial guard forces, our first and foremost mission is to find out what the avenging sons positions are like, let us send a pair of stealth drones to figure out where their weak spot lies. "
Going back to the operation table the coalition forces were split up into three active combat groups Combat group A Would be responsible for the retaliation against the avenging sons, lead by silent strike. (40 firewarriors, 6 devilfish transports, 2 hammerheads, 1 skyray, 10 pathfinders, 3 battlesuits, the tarrelians and the vespid, 2 barracudas and 4 stealth drone fighters). Combat group B Would be operate as home defense and protecting the sleeping giant, led by von Böhm. (The german forces, 10 fire warriors, 2 devilfish transports, 3 XV88 broadsides, the kroot and the gue'vesa.) Combat group C Would be the force designated to support the imperial guards against the nids, led by fireblade. ( 56 firewarriors, 8 devilfish transports, 2 hammerheads, 5 battlesuits and 10 pathfinders.)
The stealth suits would operate separately as they had been
Tau: 2 Stealth drones moving out to recon the avenging sons positions. Reorganizing themselves into the new combat groups. 2 stealth suits stalking the sparatoi.
Germans: Reorganizing themselves into the new combat groups. Protecting the base camp and nicole.
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Post by Darko on Sept 11, 2015 21:02:27 GMT
Overlord Korsarovekh was convening with his subordinates. Noravyn's blade was slick with ichor and his voice full of rare excitement after the slaughter of the Tyranids. Korsarovekh had not intended to provoke the beasts into a confrontation so soon. It would have been inevitable that they'd be forced to deal with them if they'd overwhelmed the humans, and he had hoped both sides would whittle themselves down until they were too weak to oppose the Torun Dynasty. It was a risky stratagem as the Tyranids may well have prevailed too numerous to defeat, although even then perhaps they would have had no interest in the Necrons.
But none of that mattered anymore. Noravyn had fallen prey to his incessant desire to kill and destroy. The Tyranids would now consider them a threat, and a very immediate threat at that. Of course, they couldn't use any terminated warriors as fuel to replenish their numbers, meaning any engagement would be costly for the swarm, while his own troops would still be able to self-repair. Regardless, he would not dismiss the idea of a counterattack in the near future. Furthermore, after the dangers outside and above had manifested themselves, Korsarovekh now recognised the tactical advantage of this... tomb. Perhaps Noravyn's actions had been fortuitous rather than foolish. At least the Destroyers and the Flayed Ones had their lust for death satiated for the time being. Even now, the latter stood in silence in a small group, dragging the torn remains of the Lictors into a pile and rending apart layers of gore to drape over themselves.
Korsarovekh instructed Vasziron to make this tomb worthy of the Torun Dynasty, and the ever-inventive Cryptek had come up with a number of interesting ideas. By the time he returned, everything would most likely be complete. Meanwhile, Noravyn was under strict orders to defend their new home to the death. Even with his mind so tormented, some remnant of tactical acumen remained and he was organising phalanxes of warriors with silent commands.
The Overlord marched outside once again. It was light now. At the end of their long stay within the human transport pod during the night - the Necrons deeming it best to remain safely hidden due to logic dictating more predators would hunt under the cover of darkness - they had witnessed something very intriguing. An even larger Leviathan had attacked the one whose dwelling they inhabited and dragged him away from it, forcing him inside a rotund, rear-heavy vehicle. It then rumbled away on its crude wheels, to where Korsarovekh did not know, but he knew he would recognise it if he saw it. At least they had a vague idea of the direction it went.
The Space Marine faction they had aligned themselves were also interested in this turn of events and as such they had agreed to investigate it together, as part of their negotiations. One of their unseemly transports lowered itself onto the ground, like a disproportionate blue rectangle. With artillery on its back. And wings.
The front ramp slammed down, and Korsarovekh boarded with his cohort of warriors.
- Cryptek Vasziron preparing the new Necron fortress on the workbench (28) and preparing the new Drones (29). - Noravyn and his Destroyers ensuring the entire garage is patrolled. (30) - Korsarovekh and 10 Triarch Praetorians (The Vanguard) boarding an Alpha Legion Thunderhawk to find the kidnapped Leviathan. 1 Doom Scythe (The Oblivion) flying escort. (75)
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Post by Fauntleroy on Sept 12, 2015 15:52:14 GMT
Operatus: Omicron-IX Elapsed Time: [015-27-11] There had been some degree of debate amongst the Alpha Legion forces when their prying communications equipment had picked up a degree of commotion on the frequencies established as in-use. After a bit of tweaking and careful assessment, a singular conclusion had been reached – something had happened to the titan that Ikros had observed the previous day. The specifics of it had so far eluded them, but one word had clearly been picked up – Eldar. For about the first time since arriving on this strange world, that was something that the Astartes was familiar with. It didn’t mean they were certain on what to do. Concealing themselves from the leviathan for as long as possible was an important concern, but even the twentieth legion found the idea of leaving any human – no matter how grotesquely oversized – at the mercy of the capricious Xenos distasteful. In the end, their Necron envoy suddenly coming to life and informing them of Korsarovekh’s similar interest in the matter sealed the deal. Ikros had enlisted Sigma squad for the mission – a team of ten Astartes primarily selected for their flexibility in morality – something that would probably be useful if they were working with the metal-skinned Xenos. Keeping as close to the sides of the dwelling as possible to lower the risk of detection from any watching eyes, the Thunderhawk Gunship hovered slightly above the ground a moment before touching down. Ikros bent his legs somewhat to absorb the shock, arms folded behind his back. He was dressed in his familiar, scaled armour now, carved serpents coiling all across the ceramite plate and his helmet reminiscent of the ‘Bronze Men’ of ancient Terra. He had decided to keep the mask on for this liason; even if Korsarovekh hadn’t been able to tell the difference between him and his brother when they had gone unhelmed the previous day, it seemed prudent not to tempt fate.
The Necrons were waiting for them. Eleven of them, including the Overlord. Ikros had expected it to bring the lychguard from before, but instead the Xenos king was surrounded by a different class of warrior. Their polearms were different, and what looked like propulsion packs of some kind were integrated flawlessly into their bodies. He let his hand rest on the pommel of his sheathed blade, but went no further than that piece of caution.
“You are the commander of your forces, I presume?” Korsarovekh rumbled as it stepped up the gunship’s ramp, the other Necrons following in well-ordered ranks. Ikros looked at it suspiciously for a moment, but the Necron was giving nothing away.
“A joint operation seemed like the best way to reinforce our…solidarity.” The Astartes nodded. He didn’t offer his name, and Korsarovekh didn’t seem to care for the moment. Perhaps it knew that it would just receive a lie. “What are we looking for?”
“Another of the human’s transports, akin to the one our negotiations were conducted in yesterday.” The Xenos answered. “I will know it when I see it, do not concern yourself with that. Presumably, within is where we will find your species’ vile leviathan…and the Eldar.” A loathing even more pronounced than that which it had shown towards the humans coloured the Necron’s voice as it spoke. It almost made Ikros flinch.
They took to the air again, the Thunderhawk’s experienced pilots trusting in speed to disguise them. A force of Imperials and other humans, not to mention another Xenos force, seemed to be launching an investigation of their own – considering the reported similarities in heraldry, Ikros simply hoped that they would be mistaken for some of the so-called ‘Avenging Sons’. What legion they were a detachment of was a mystery, but there would be time for that later. One of the Necrons’ crescent-shaped ships flew in close support, although had the sense not to close in until they were out of sight. The Thunderhawk hurtled along the road, keeping sufficiently above ground level to avoid the huge land-crawlers that other leviathans seemed to be piloting as they made their way up and down the transit-ways. Ikros stared in awe at the screens depicting the other titan dwellings – one after another, all of them just as big as that which the Alpha Legion had found itself in. Korsarovekh and its minions said nothing at all.
“There.” The Overlord’s words were sudden as he gestured to one of the viewing screens, Ikros swiftly joining him. They had chanced upon a titan-fortress that seemed far less impressive than the others. It was only a single level, and even the Astartes could tell that it was in a dilapidated state. What was of most interest however was the transport outside it. Another of the colossal humanoids, even bigger than the one they had seen yesterday, stood outside it – and given the circumstance, there was no choice but to assume it was working with the Eldar. The Necron craft surged forwards and darted back and forth in front of its face, but the leviathan gave no sign of acknowledgement. Still, that suited them well. The Thunderhawk rose up and began to creep closer, trying to bring them in from above the transport. Ikros forced his twin hearts to calm, his Astartes as motionless as their Necron allies. They were about ten feet above their target when a dark lance of energy speared up from its cockpit towards the Thunderhawk. Ikros swore, bracing himself and mag-locking his boots to the decking as they swerved sharply out the way. The giant standing guard suddenly surged to life, lunging for the Necron craft. It pulled away sharply and took off, leading the titan away even as the Gunship was righted.
“Pull us back, evasive manoeuvres!” The Harrowmaster barked, opening a vox-link to their own cockpit. “We might be able to use the cannon to-“ “That will not be necessary, ape.” Ikros glanced angrily at the Necron lord as Korsarovekh let out an almost amused chuckle. The Xenos didn’t care, striding forwards and amplifying its voice. “Bring us closer and open the front hatch.” The pilot didn’t comply straight away, taking as much affront at the presumed command in the alien’s voice as his Harrowmaster. A small murmur from Ikros calmed him sufficiently.
The Astartes and four of his brothers – three of which had been armed with meltaguns before they left - flinched as the iron-hard grip of the Necrons fasted under their arms. He was about to presume a betrayal when he saw that Korsarovekh was being handled in a similar manner. The front ramp dropped open, wind gushing in and blowing at both the Overlord’s and Harrowmaster’s capes. The Necron elites grasping them took off silently, and even Ikros had to be impressed at the way they were able to lift a fully-armoured Astartes with apparent ease. The group dropped down onto the roof of the transport, the Space Marines landing at a crouch; the Harrowmaster attempted to focus his helmet’s thermal reader and try and get a look at what was inside, but the heat of the morning sun on the metallic vehicle confounded his efforts. The meltagunners swiftly set to work, cutting their way with professional focus through the roof as the Necrons watched. The Thunderhawk was busy, doing its best to suppress the Eldar that had fired at them with its heavy bolters and deal with the Xenos flyer that had suddenly begun an approach run towards those who had landed on the roof. Another dark energy beam lashed out, atomising the Alpha Legionnaire next to Ikros as he tried to return fire with his bolter. The Harrowmaster grimaced as the Marine’s identification rune flickered off on his helmet’s HUD, but didn’t let it cloud as mind as the breach was formed and they dropped down inside the vehicle. The first wave of Necrons landed first, bringing their staffs up defensively as Korsarovekh was dropped just behind them. The Space Marines were brought down last, weapons snapping to attention as they glanced around. There was no sign of the giant…in fact, there was no sign of anything, for the moment.
“Where are-“ One of the Astartes began, before the answer presented itself. Ikros’ gene-enhanced vision had no difficulty picking up the shapes as they suddenly revealed themselves atop the ring of fortifications surrounding the group, and he suspected the Necrons had no such difficulty either. Eldar. Thirty or so warriors, a fair number clasping heavy weapons, hurried to take aim on the surrounded intruders from above. They were joined by a few large war-machines, hovering slightly above the ground, and after a brief glance around the Harrowmaster spotted what he presumed was the commander. The alien stood atop one of the boxes in an almost leisurely manner, surrounded by a group of well-armoured warriors with double-handed blades. The legionary gripped his sword tighter in instinctive frustration as the Eldar warlord spoke. “You have fallen into my trap, exactly as foreseen . Pitiful mon’keigh…you are so predictable.”
*** The Centurion glanced at the sergeant beside him as their operative’s report crackled over the vox.
‘We ran into some kind of alien force, lord.” Her voice was a whisper, and a nervous one at that. “At least two of them, using some kind of stealth technology. They claim they’re allies of the bodies we found…and I don’t think they believed us when we said we were just scavengers.”
“Shit.” The Centurion didn’t even try to stop himself muttering the curse, one hand curling into a fist. His brother nodded, silently echoing the sentiment. “Do not return to base, I repeat, do not return to base. We cannot afford to give away our position.”
“They can’t just lead them around in circles forever.” The sergeant insisted, the snarling hydra embossed on his pauldrons catching the light as he leant forward. He braced his palms on one of the tables they’d recovered from the small house, looking at his brother. “Send some of the legion. Wipe them out before they get close…they won’t have given up that easily.”
“Too risky.” The Astartes officer countered, shaking his head. “I don’t want to give away our position until we absolutely have to…those metal creatures are bad enough.” A moment of thoughtful silence passed before the sergeant straightened.
“What about a decoy, then? Someone not of the Legion, but still in a position of apparent command?” The Centurion looked at him a moment before nodding.
“Yes…that could work.” He agreed, blink-clicking the vox into activation. “Keep moving through the vents until reinforcements arrive. Turn on your positional indicators, but try and contact us again. You have not been forgotten.” He didn’t wait for the reply, instead diverting his attention towards the ‘Henry’ engine and the Mechanicum priests toiling around it. He opened another channel.
“Magos Telok…a word.”
Alpha Legion -Necron and Alpha Legion detachment attempting to rescue Trevor and getting themselves into even more trouble than before. -Magos Telok and twenty Legion serfs heading through the vents to link up with Sparatoi operatives.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2015 4:54:45 GMT
The Lictor carefully stalked along, side stepping the sentries on guard with ease. This group of Humans had taken up residence in a large cavern opposite the system of tunnels the swarm had crawled through to get here, the majority of the camp was an array of Humans, taking up a crude semi circle around the entrance, a few men stood guard, carefully looking for any signs of intruders and calling out over their communication devices. Further back, they found something else, something that made the Hive Mind burn with anger. Space Marines were a subset of Humans that the swarm was very familiar with, though, there was something, different, about these ones. They didn't smell right, something about them wasn't right, no matter, they were in a desperate situation, they needed this biomass.
The huge Trygon slowly uncoiled itself from its resting place, the Lictors had completed their scouting mission, now was the time to strike. They had tried to burrow down and take the Humans by surprise, but the ground of this area had some sort of metal covering underneath it, try as they might he and his brethren simply couldn't get through it. And so they would have to settle for a less inventive plan.
With a cacophony of roaring the swarm rushed forwards, Trygons in the lead, a few shouts and screams were heard as they rushed through the entrance, tearing into the Human lines. The Trygons pushed straight through as Raveners behind them tore into the scouts and sentries. Panic tore through their camp as they were cut to shreds, a group of marines rushed forwards to counter their charge, piling into the Raveners and Trygons a storm of gunfire erupted all around as both forces piled into each other, slowly but surely the horde of bioforms pushed the Humans back.
The Lictors closed in on their targets, however before they could pounce they fled into transports. Choosing the next target off opportunity they launched themselves onto a group of marines equipped with some sort of flying packs on their backs. Taking them by surprise and inflicting heavy losses upon them.
Meanwhile the Trygons slowly but surely pushed inwards, forcing the Human lines to bend as they crushed tanks and armor beneath their massive claws.
Elsewhere a huge walker supported by fierce and strange space marines with bizarre tendrils for weapons piled into the swarm of Hormagaunts and Warriors, while on the opposite flank the sheer number of Humans piling into the fight bogged down the swarm's forces. With a flash psychic energy the Human forces were overcome by warp summoned fear and fled or cowered. While Hive Guard leveled their impressive anti-tank weapons and opened fire, piercing the Human walker's armor and pushing it back. Before a winged flame spewing beast descended down and released a burst of flame incinerating two of the Hive Guard.
Still onwards the Trygons drove the Human lines, forcing it to bend into a C shape, artillery fire erupted from somewhere behind the fight and started blasting apart Tyranids and Humans alike in a desperate bid to stop the Trygons.
Following a second volley of fire from the Hive Guard the Human walker stepped further back, suddenly the flying beast landed next to it, what happened next utterly baffled the Hive Mind, this made no sense by any manner of logic or wisdom, and yet, somehow, the walker was able to climb onto the beast, attaching itself to its neck, somehow. The beast took off, carrying the walker with it high into the air. Shrikes and Gargoyles came in from above, raining fire down upon the beast and walker. Without the walker to support it the left flank of the Human lines broke, a group of Space Marine warriors raced in to plug the advance supported by a huge tank of a design the Hive Mind didn't recognize. It mattered not as a barrage of warp energy from the Zoanthropes knocked it out of the fight, allowing the Tyranid forces to swarm the marines attempting to halt their breakthrough.
A Human flyer of the Thunderhawk design flew in low overhead, one of the Zoanthropes looked up just in time to see the colossal shape of the walker from earlier jump down and land square atop it, crushing it between the solid wooden flooring and the hundred ton slab of plasteel, ferrocrete and ceramite, killing it instantly. The hulking walker lashed out with its massive fist, smashing another Zoanthrope before tearing a third apart with a barrage of autocannon shells. The two survivors fled to safety as a horde of Termagants leapt into action, piling onto the walker before the surviving Zoanthropes blasted it apart.
Elsewhere the Lictors, not content with having simply eviscerated some marines were busily climbing up a strange cliff face, the material was some sort of soft inedible material, similar to the strange red grass from the lower levels of the cave system. Hauling themselves over the edge they found what they were searching for, a collection of Human artillery pieces. They crossed the distance between them in a matter of seconds, ripping doors and hatches off the armored chassis and tearing into the crews before a nearby group of marines were able to drive them off with focused gunfire.
A group of tanks, ones the Hive Mind didn't recognize rolled forward, spearheading reinforcements driving against the nearly broken center. A barrage of fire from the surviving Zoanthropes reduced a few to puddles of molten slag, before the surviving Trygons fired their Bio-Electric Pulses, sending streams of rapidly ionizing gas all across the reinforcing tanks and marines, burning through their armor as the clouds of plasma hit them. All across the Human lines the few survivors struggled to hold, their left flank collapsed completely and the horde of bioforms surged forwards, racing to envelope the center.
In the skies above the Shrikes and Gargoyles were nearly gone, over half their number dead and even more wounded. Still the survivors harassed the Human air force, hounding their flyers and keeping them out of the ground battle. When the Thunderhawk ship swooped low a number dived down after it, following as close behind as they could manage as the vessel dropped dangerously low and plowed directly through the hordes of Gaunts and Warriors as it hovered mere feet off the ground, driving through the swarm of bioforms. The Hive Mind was even more baffled than it had been when it saw the flying walker, so confused was the swarm that momentarily forgot that it was supposed to be fighting, allowing the surviving marine forces to pile into the transport ship and take off, fleeing up to the cliffs that had protected their artillery. Coming to it's senses the Hive Mind drove the swarm forward once again, swarming across the ravaged battlefield, tearing armor asunder and ripping vehicles to pieces in a maddened drive to gather all the biomass it could. A few blasts from the Human artillery fired down before they gave up, fully surrendering the field to the swarm. It would take hours to gather all the biomass and drag it back down the tunnels to the Hive, but it would be done. This victory signaled a turning point, no more would they be forced to cower and flee from the flames of Humans and the metal beasts, they would more than recoup their losses from this fight. The swarm would grow, and soon, they would strike back at the metal creatures, soon they would overwhelm the Humans, soon, this world would be devoured.
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Post by imposter101 on Sept 14, 2015 20:28:42 GMT
"Hajij!" I shout, scrambling to my feet; "Hajij!?"
"Yes sir, sorry sir!" shouted the scrawny man, picking up his Stinger Missile Launcher as he clambered to his feet. His eyes widened as he glanced over his surroundings;
"Where are we Hajij? We were about to assault the Russians and now we are in a colossal kitchen, one that looks as if it were to serve giants. Gods maybe! And look! A giant car!"
I direct Hajij, my trusted lieutenant, to the colossal vehicle not far from us;
"Maybe we are in heaven? Maybe we died in an air strike?" Hajij said, dusting himself off as he looked over the kitchen;
"I don't think so. This isn't how it was described. It looks too western, and there's no virgins. I also would remember dying."
"I don't think you would if you died in your sleep."
"i wasn't asleep," I spit; "Anyways, we need to find out where we are."
"We do," Hajij said, spinning around as he tried to get a better look over our surroundings; "Sir! Look!"
Hajij stood erect, pointing westwards where small collection of what might have been children's toys speeding towards us, but at closer glance I realised it was a selection of our technicals. Atop their hulls, my fighters, clad in brown robes and clutching a mix of weapons sped towards us;
"Well, that's something. Maybe there are kafirs to be killed here?" Hajij asks somewhat dully;
"Just maybe."
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600 fighters (Mixed assault rifles) 100 fighters (PKMs, other mixed lmgs) 80 fighters (RPGs) 20 fighters (knee mortars) 100 snipers (assorted weapons) 100 trucks (capacity, 8 men) 40 technicals (50 Cal) 20 Technicals (recoilless rifles) 40 fighters (stinger rocket systems)
All currently in area 35.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2015 11:02:03 GMT
It had taken a lot longer then Ivan Vladimir had liked, but the frantic scouting had revealed the location of Trevor.
Out front, past the massive, closed door.
Down the 'driveway', onto the street where the giant presumably drove their giant vehicles. Needless to say they would take smaller path adjacent to it.
“REV UP THOSE ENGINES BOYS, I WANT THIS DOOR OPENED 5 MINUTES AGO!”
as the combined might of the Russian and Vostroyan vehicles pulled the door open, Ivan couldn't help but grin. The might of machines was one truly lovely to behold.
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it was a glorious sight, armored Brigades covered in infantry, with what couldn't fit marching behind, down the massive concrete slab towards their destination.
From up in his Valkyrie, Rechstein could see it all, both armies formed into one glorious, orderly marching column, off to war, off to save the apparently incompetent Giant, considering these things could kill them all in a single fit of rage yet got himself captured by 1 inch tall men high off their rockers.
As he watched the column nearing the giant vehicle that Trevor had said he most likely was in, Reichstein sent the orders.
“into position men, Artillery, tanks, FIRE AR WILL,I WANT AN OPENING YESTERDAY!”
the sound of dozens upon dozens of cannons firing filled his ears a minute later, as they lit up the vehicle worse then a cake with a candle for every one of the emperors birthdays.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2015 19:24:57 GMT
She stretched out the powers of the Hive Mind, she was in a far better mood now that the swarm had secured a huge haul of biomass, and so she allowed her sense to stretch out, probing once again, trying to locate the familiar presence of the Hive Fleets. Instead there was, nothing really, juts the familiar synaptic web of her and her children, and beyond that, nothing. Then, she felt it, another presence was out there, she hadn't noticed it earlier, in her panic and rage she must have missed it, but it was there. Cautiously she probed at it with her senses, a wave of pure, unmitigated hatred battered her sense as she connected to the presence. Whatever it was, it has angry, and hostile, and even as she started into it, she could feel it staring back. Thoroughly disturbed she fell back, taking refugee among her children. Whatever that thing was, it was powerful, and intelligent.
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