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Post by coolyo294 on Sept 2, 2015 15:07:53 GMT
The roar of turbothrusters filled the air as Spear 2 quickly ascended above the massive white xenos. The chin mounted heavy bolter swiveled to lock on to the beast and the gunner rapidly plotted firing solutions for its wing mounted ordnance.
"Lieutenant! Permission to engage?" its pilot cried over the vox.
"Negative! It's focused on the marines now, use that distraction to get back to Baseplate!" she called as she leapt into the cockpit of her vulture. Rog followed quickly behind her, clambering up into the elevated gunner's seat. As Anastasia went through a heavily abbreviated pre-flight check the gunship whined to life. Its VTOL thrusters engaged and Spear Actual, lovingly nicknamed Super Creep by its crew, shot up into the air.
"Baseplate, this is Spear Actual. Reporting contact with hostile megafauna. Are you seeing this, over?" Anastasia said as she engaged her Vulture's visual feed, which was connected to a monitor at their base.
"Spear Actual, this is Baseplate. Confirming visual feed. Sweet Emperor, what is that thing, over?"
"No idea Baseplate, but I'm pretty sure our current loadout is insufficient to take it down. Requesting permission to bug out, over."
"Roger that Spear Actual, permission granted. Raptor Squadron is standing by to cover you in case it pursues, over."
"Affirmative. See you soon, Baseplate. Spear Actual, out."
Super Creep made one final pass around the beast before its pilot gave a jaunty salute to the Space Marines and zoomed off back to the Aeronautica base.
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Post by Darko on Sept 2, 2015 15:34:28 GMT
Korsarovekh led his legion of silent warriors back the way they had originally came. In the distance by the main exit to this underground bunker, a great fire was once again billowing up into the sky. His Tomb Blades informed him that the Tyranids and Imperial Guardsmen had engaged in a battle and were paying no attention to them. As such, he recalled his scouts. They had done everything they could here. In the control station for the fortresses' power lines, Cryptek Vasziron had deduced the function of each of the simple levers and had managed to disable power to all of the rooms, except one in particular. None would notice the change for the time being, except for the humans who would soon notice an irritating increase in humidity now that the air coolant systems were offline, when the dark of night fell on this world those who relied on natural eyes would be at a severe disadvantage. Afterwards, they had destroyed the control station beyond repair so that no one else might undo their alterations.
The Monolith floated gracefully down to rejoin the column. It had been dispatched to destroy a device on the roof of the bunker that emitted a high-pitched alarm the moment it appeared to detect the fire far below. Vasziron found no way to disable it from the power station and speculated it was powered by its own on-board generator. Regardless, it had no defensive systems to speak of and had quickly been vaporized after a few seconds of sustained attack from the Monolith's particle whip.
Now they journeyed west. Kosarovekh had an accurate three-dimensional map of the complex in his mind, although some areas of its interior had yet to be explored. However, it was enough for him to deduce that behind the far wall that they were now heading for, was undoubtedly another chamber which connected to the exterior metal blast door that his Doom Scythe had spotted upon exiting the top chamber inhabited by yet more Space Marines. Ever the decisive leader, he had immediately resolved to reach that blast door and escape through it. Though composed of thick metal, his one remaining Doom Scythe was melting a small hole at the bottom of it with each passing moment. He expected that by the time they arrived it would be complete, and if not, no matter - the Necrons possessed exceptional patience. Instead, he turned his thoughts to their next move. This bunker was evidently infested by Tyranids in a number of areas, and he knew they would only spread. He had no interest in wasting his soldiers combating them when he knew full well that the armies of the Imperium would soon divert the rest of their forces to face this threat once the group that had shot down their Doom Scythe reported in.
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Post by Nepty on Sept 2, 2015 15:36:56 GMT
"Insolent mor-" managed Heynke before the huge creature slammed into the thunderhawk. He roared in indignation as he was flung over and his bolter flew out of his hands. When his vision cleared, he could see the massive white creature getting ready to pounce. It's huge mouth was open and it's tongue hung out. A gargantuan tail the size of a turbolance swished behind it. Heynke groped for his bolt pistol as the creature leaped on brother Malvo.
As Malvo was seized in it's slavering maw and, bellowing in rage, was hauled into the air, heynke drew bolt pistol and leveled it at the creature. "Eat rocket, xeno!" he roared, and fired three shots. The shells detonated against it's thick fur, which seemed to protect it, and it didn't even notice. "Curse you, monster!" he bellowed, as Malvo was shaken like a ragdoll and flung aside. The rest of the squad was running for cover. Heynke, however, dashed straight at it, pulled the pin on a krak grenade and dropped into a batter's slide underneath it. he flung the miniature bomb upwards as he did, and heard the satisfying krump as it detonated, as well as a yelp form the creature. Grinning beneath his helmet, he whirled around, aiming his bolt pistol once more.
The xeno had clearly suffered little more than a scratch, but it was clearly upset. It backed away fron Heynke slowly. "Tat's right, monster, Humans are the masters of-" His monologue was cut short as a huge paw slapped him aside and he slammed into a cliff face hard enough to leave a dent.
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Post by Nepty on Sept 2, 2015 16:18:36 GMT
Nicole
Nicole awoke slowly, blinking in the midday light. She glanced at the clock. It was completely blank. That was odd.
Then she realized what had woken her up. A steady wailing alarm in the basement.
Her face went pale. “Oh shit” she muttered, nearly tangling up in her sheets as she dashed to the closet to find the fire extinguisher. “Oh shit oh shit” She stood up and, not bothering with changing out of her pajamas, opened the door and hurried to the stairs. Before she even got there her bare foot landed on something and pain lanced up her leg. “god DAMMIT!” she shrieked, glaring down. She had barley enough time to register one of Trevors toy tanks –it looked like the hall was covered with little toy tanks and little grey men. She ignored his childish hobbies and sprinted downstairs.
The shocked Germans watched her go, and the commander of the Panzer III “Der Kaiser” that she had trodden on didn’t even register the bent main gun barrel, but just swore. “Vot der HEIL vas zat!?” he demanded after a long silence.
Nicole took the stairs two at a time, still muttering “shitshitshitshit,” the litany of the screwed, and ran past Loki- the little dog was batting around some blue beetle on the ground or something- and ran into the kitchen, completely failing to notice the imperial warbirds underneath and atop the table.
When she got to the kitchen and looked down into the basement, she stared.
A portion of the stair in one long line looked like a madman with a sledgehammer had gone to town on it. It had been flattened into some crude, refuse-covered ramp. What was more distressing however, was the fires raging in the basement.
“FUUUCK!” she screamed, before trying unsteadily to rush down the stairs without stepping on the rubble. When she did, she saw the full extent of the flames. They engulfed a three-by-four foot area. What’s worse, the lights were off. Making terrified sounds under her breath, she aimed the fire extinguisher and sent billowing clouds of white powder at the fires.
Seconds later, the flames had been extinguished save for one or two glowing embers, and the basement was back in near-total darkness. Nicole slumped against the wall, mind numb. How the fuck did this happen? She let the fire extinguisher fall to her feet and buried her face in her hands.
“Ouch! Throne dammit, what the hell was that?”
Nicole’s eyes shot open at the Slavic-accented oath.
“Emperor’s nipples. What just happened?” demanded another, similar voice.
“I think I saw some sort of Warlord!” shouted an excitable third voice. “It came down the cliffs and had a giant, foam-spewing cannon”
“What about the Tyranids?” demanded someone
Moments later, the darkness around her erupted in arguing voices. They all seemed both very close and very far away.
“Hello?” asked Nicole
The entire basement went dead silent.
Trembling, Nicole reached for the light switch. It didn’t turn on.
With mounting unease, she groped for the blinds on the basement window. She turned them and revealed the entire tableau.
Hundreds of tiny men stood around on the steps, on the floor and all around her. Miniature tanks belched miniature plumes of smoke.
They stared at her
She stared at them.
She blinked .
They blinked back.
Without making any sudden moves, she slowly tried inching backwards. The second she moved her arm, a tiny tank turret swung it’s tiny but still formidable looking weapon around to face her. Screaming, she kicked it (sending it flying some four feet to crash against a wall) and sprinted, horrified up the stairs.
She dashed for the phone in the kitchen and punched in Trevor’s number. Moments later, she looked up, face to face with a miniature hovering plane of some kind. She screamed and stumbled back, dropping the phone. “What the FUCK is going on!?” she screamed at the plane.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2015 16:48:26 GMT
The Hive Tyrant surveyed the huge chamber they were in, observing as his Lictors and Warriors spread out. Dozens of huge creatures had been encountered, some like the eight legged creature that had injured the Lictor earlier. Others were massive insectoids with dozens of legs, others still had only six legs. All the same, after three scouts were wounded he had ordered that every possible threat be eradicated until the Lictors found a way out of this chamber. The Warrior's Devourers and Deathspitters were making short work of most of the creatures, and anything that they didn't was swiftly put down by a nearby Carnifex.
After some time his scouts had still failed to locate a way out, though most of the area's local wildlife was dead and consumed. Suddenly he became aware of something on the other side of the massive metal door. Turning to observe he watched as something melted it's way through the wall, a huge metallic crescent suddenly pushed through the wall, zooming up into the air and flying away from the door. With a thought he dispatched a Harridan to determine whether or not the object was edible biomass. The huge winged creature easily caught up to the object, after a few moments of circling it the Harridan reported that it contained no biomass, with no biomass to claim from it and it presenting no threat he recalled the Harridan. However he became aware of more metallic objects marching through the hole it had created. Dozens of strange things that reeked of metal marched through the hole, accompanied by numerous floating objects. He approached the marching formation cautiously, sniffing heavily and pacing a short distance from them, some of them, seemed to take an interest in his huge form, a few moved to keep themselves between him and what seemed to be their leaders. Detecting no trace of biomass he turned away from the strange metal beings, "Raarrrrwwwrrrrr!" He shouted, calling his forces to gather, whatever these creatures were, they had given them a sizable opening that led towards the Broodlord. Sending his Lictors through the hole to scout ahead while he gathered the rest of his forces.
The trio of Genestealers slowly tread across the charred earth, the had found the source of the fire, a sizable section of the red grass had been burned away, and a large hole had been burned into the far wall. Investigating deeper into the hole they found signs of human habitation, discarded ration packs and the like, stranger still were the large metal cylinders, which judging by the spills on the floor were full of both solid and liquid form biomass. The room was warm, and also very dark, with something nearby making a loud steady humming. They broadcast all this information across the Hive Mind, alerting both the Broodlord and the Hive Tyrant, whom they sensed was close, to the nature of the area. It would make a fine nest for it. Safe, warm, defensible, with easy access to food and water, it would be the perfect place to establish a nest.
The Broodlord hung back, allowing his scouts to gather as much information as possible, the Humans had formed a solid defensive perimeter of men and tanks. Several hundred of them were gathered, some had climbed onto the cliffs behind them, they seemed to be trying to blast away the cliffs to allow their tanks to drive up. A plan formed in his head, sending forth a few of his broodlings he would test the Human's resolve. Through his link to his broodlings he saw them creep forwards, stealthily approaching the Human defenders, suddenly and without warning they sprinted from cover, snatching up a handful of soldiers and dragging them screaming into the sea of grass. The Humans seemed to panic, firing blindly into the grass with everything they had, one of his broodlings got hit by a stray tank shell that blew him apart, the others suffered only minor injuries as the Humans fired all the weapons they had to clear away the grass. He ordered his forces to fall back, sending forth a handful of Termagants armed with Spike Rifles to harass the Humans from a safe distance, more screaming sounded as the Termagants plincked away at the unprotected soldiers. The Humans responded by driving a group of tanks forwards, flamethrower weapons opened up in a blaze of heat. A few Hormaguants rushed forwards, trying to tear through the tank's armor with their claws. Suddenly the sea of grass was ablaze, a number of warriors and gaunts were consumed by the blaze as he struggled to maintain control, driving his forces away from the blazing fire, doing his best to pull them back to where they had come from. They barely managed to outpace the fire, Gargoyles flying into the air to escape the blaze, Hormagaunts racing out ahead, exerting all the force he could muster he guided them back to the hole they had entered the room from, fleeing into the relative safety of the first huge cavern they had been in. He managed to get most of his forces through, though many were caught in the blaze. A thunderous beeping noise echoed through the cave system, nearly deafening him. And then a loud pop rang out, as all the lights went out.
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Post by admiral9 on Sept 2, 2015 19:05:49 GMT
Tau
With the early reports coming in commander silent strike was meditating upon his next course of action, he was aware the imperium of man was active here, equally he had theorised that this structure was possibly inhabited, after consulting commander puretide’s 66th meditation he came to the conclusion that diplomacy was the prevailing course of action. “Shas’el I would like you to open communications with these gue’la, have our own gue’vesa open communications so we can leave a positive message lest they become distrustful of us, you are authorised to have a team of crises suits escort you incase of any unexpected situations, I will orchestrate the creation of a forward outpost under and above the tunnel leading up to secure a route of escape for their armoured vehicles if they were to join us, that is all.” Upon finishing these orders he went back to the management of the camp, certain immediate orders were to be carried out
First and foremost the protection of the camp, the earth caste engineers had suggested the recycling of the large carbon based rectangles into high density bricks to use as a building block and material for digging in, our pathfinders had prioritised those that had a C.S. Goto stamped on it for they were of very large density. This recycling would be done through setting up a dozen grav plates facing towards each other and powering them with the engine of a devilfish the force that would be put on the carbon would allow for the creation of high density bricks in no time.
Next up would be the interdiction of hostile assets approaching the base camp, following the teachings of the Kau’yon our enemy would not be beaten through direct combat but instead they would be crushed before ever seeing us, the deployment of the kroot was the first step towards achieving this, next up was the deployment of the XV88 broadside battlesuits into hull down positions on top of the cliff together with a pair of sniper drone teams and the Bonded brothers fire warrior team.
Lastly the creation of the forward outpost, 40 fire warriors along with 6 devilfish transports, the remaining 2 XV8 crises teams and 2 hammerheads would position themselves on both areas of the tunnel to secure a safe corridor, if necessary using plasma fire to smooth out the hard edges of the tunnel allowing for tracked vehicles to go down, if the gue’la responded favoribly this would lead to an increase in our strength both in expandable human resources and in knowledge.
Germans
Calamity had befallen the germans, a gigantic monster waltzed through the collumn trampling a tank and afterwards running further down curses following her trail, this was a nightmare come true in the eyes of the germans and they were lost in knowing what to do... what would come next, aliens?
Having set up temporary camp at the top of the stairs allowed the rearguard to meet up with the main kampfgruppe, upon hearing the news that minimal losses had been sustained against the Russian scum morale had risen, this lasted only for a couple of minutes before von Böhm was called by joseph his radioman. “Herr Oberst we have received messages from… people, they call themselves servants of the greater good and request an audience with us.” He could see that joseph was visibly snickering at the word use of these visitors and he too considered it rather ridiculous, after all the only greater good was fighting for the fuhrer. “let these servants of the greater good present themselves then” after the radioman had finished transmitting the message a monster appeared right before his eyes, a bright dune yellow and red striped machine appeared, It boasted an impressive looking cannon mounted under its nose and most of all it had no tracks… upon thinking this he stopped and looked at his comrades none were any the wiser… After having another bucket of water poured over his head to confirm he had not secretly been drinking the kampfgruppes supply of vodka and schnapps he was ready to start negotiations.
A pair of humans exited machine followed by a blue skinned individual, his legs were like those of a goat and he had a vagina on his forehead, he and the two humans escorting him walked towards him, a mixture of laughter at the creatures odd features and shock at the fact that this world was but getting more and more crazy, he tried his best to regain his demeanour before communication would formally start for the sake of not offending their potential allies.
“Gutentag ich bin Oberstleutnant Ernst von Böhm Darf ich fragen, wer du bist?” von Böhm had decided to try the nice approach hoping that these… things maybe knew what was going on.
“Gluten…dag erm do you happen to speak gothic?” the blue skinned person awkwardly replied, after his butchering of the german language he switched to an odd dialect of English.
“Ah, yas I speak English.” von Böhm awkwardly stammered, he had received English classes like all officers had but he was not very accustomed to speaking the language.
“I am Shas’el Or’es’shi and I have come with an invitation to support the glorious greater good”
“Oraschi you say?”
The creature laughed and with a smile responded “Most humans call me fireblade” After receiving what appeared to be a cigarette from one of his subordinates and lighting it he continued “So I am here to represent the tau empire, although there is allot I could tell you about this all that matters now is that we are both stranded here and you appear to be the most civilized of all the people we have seen.”
Von Böhm laughed too “Compared to those Russians everyone is civilized, now I am not very sure of your greater good but equally you’re not trying to kill me so you seem like a more reliable ally then most things we have seen here… I will not pledge any allegiance but we will fight with you if only for our survival.”
Fireblade appeared to be pleased, he grabbed a second cigarrete and handed it to von Böhm “Let’s call it a sign of our friendship, now let’s see about getting your army down so you can move to our base”
Tau
Set up defences on both side of the stairs leading to the second floor and looking into the best way to transport the germans down
Digging in under the computer table
Digging in above the computer table
Creating a high density carbon brick factory
Made initial contact with the germans
Germans
Made initial contact with the tau
Preparing to travel down to the first floor
setting up defences on top of the stairs
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Post by Darko on Sept 2, 2015 19:42:05 GMT
With a sound that was much like a wet slop, the red-hot sludge that was once wood dribbled away, bubbling slightly. The one remaining Doom Scythe had cut a way through into the next chamber. Overlord Korsarovekh took a step forward, but stopped when a warscythe was placed in front of him. He turned his head to look up at Lord Noravyn floating beside him.
"No, Overlord. I shall go first," Noravyn stated flatly. Korsarovekh nodded respectfully. While he outranked his old friend, he knew the Destroyer Lord would not heed his command if he instructed him otherwise.
Noravyn entered the large cavern. It appeared to be some form of crude workshop for the mending of machinery, however it was obviously no longer fit for that purpose. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of Tyranid lifeforms skittered and fluttered and stomped in every direction. Noravyn's metallic claw-like hands tightened around the shaft of his warscythe. Oh, how he longed to cleave each and every single one of them apart. They were disgusting to him. So alive. Yet also so empty. In many ways, they were like the lowliest of their own - mindless and enslaved to the dread will of the most powerful among them, marching them ever-onward as a resource to be expended in the pursuit of destruction.
"Stay your blade, old friend," Korsarovekh insisted as he approached.
Vasziron joined them last, his head darting frantically around the cavern. "So many... I register at least four-hundred large creatures. Thousands of the smaller ones. Additionally I have identified a priority target," he conveyed the information, gesturing with his staff to where one gigantic bioform was being lowered from some form of ventilation shaft.
"I am examining its features and comparing them to other known bioforms. It is unique and its purpose is not for war. It is as I suspected, Overlord. That is the heart of the swarm," Vasziron added. Behind them, the rest of their army marched and hovered through the gap, assembling behind them. Even the Flayed Ones followed behind, though at an acceptable distance as usual.
Korsarovekh noted a number of the Tyranid creatures watching them, a few shrieking bestially. "If you plunge your blade into the heart when it knows no fear nor permits retreat, then it shall consume your arm even as it dies. This is not the time."
He turned to leave, then paused. He reached out with his free hand and placed it respectfully on the arm of Noravyn. "Come, Lord Noravyn. Not now. I know the furnace of rage begs to be released, yet you must resist it. Heed my wisdom as you have always done, since long before these vessels of Necrodermis replaced our flesh and bones. Let us see about those Space Marines awaiting us outside who thought they could stalk a vessel of the great Torun Dynasty without being detected."
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of the ancient warriors standing in silence with nought but the sound of a thousand different creatures echoing all around them to break the quiet, Noravyn turned away.
"Very well," his voice rumbled as though each word of compliance cut him. He fixed Korsarovekh with a stare that was surprisingly expressive for an non-malleable metal face. "I shall go first," he repeated. He increased the thrust of his Destroyer body and shot out through the opening in the metal blast door, all twelve Destroyers taking up a formation behind him. They appeared in front of the landspeeder, making no attempts at stealth or subtlety.
Noravyn raised his warscythe threateningly in the direction of the Space Marines. "Humans. Throw down your weapons and exit the hovercraft or incur the wrath of the Torun Dynasty."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2015 19:44:14 GMT
:Vostroyans:
After the....giant.....person....had run away screaming like a god, Ivan and his men simply sat in the dim glow of their lamp packs, at the complete mercy of their total confusion.
Ivan didn't know how long they stood, but as he blinked so form of sanity back into his mind, he slowly reached up and pressed on his ear piece.
“err.....men....we....err...i have no idea whats....whats going on....but...tyranids....necrons....down below.....need to keep moving......figure things out...once we are in a safer position. “
slowly, terribly slowly, his men and tanks started slugging forward. Knowing that there were much to many dangers around, Ivan Reichstien steadied his nervous voice and shaking hands, and yelled into his comms, causing them men to pick up back to break neck speeds.
From fear or commitment, he could only guess a mix.
Slow marching, the tension cuttable by an edge. Tyranids, necrons, nurglites, and giants, and their only friends pinned down who the fuck knows where.
As they marched slowly on, it was clear everyone was to terrified and high strung to even talk about their situation.
Slowly, from somewhere, the line broke out into a death song, the situation clear on everyone minds. But they were Guardsmen, no, Vostryoans, this was their life, no matter how doomed they were, how insane the situation...death, death for the emperor was what always came.
“Oh, we go marching on! Oh, into the depths of hell! Oh, we go marching on! Death for his glorys name! From xenos, to heretics, we march against them all! Til our blood, upon the ground, we will keep on marching on! Oh, til death, yes we go marching on!”
Ivan sung along with the rest of them, each man in almost perfect sync, as they all stayed alert, slowly marching up the accursed cliff side.
After a bit, Ivan grabbed a Vox Operator and pulled him aside.
“relay news about the present enemies to our comrades. Things are....looking bleak,,,but we still march to find them.”
and with that, Ivan stood for a moment, listening and watching as his men sung and marched, to whatever fate lay before them.
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Ivan Rasputin took all the information in slowly. It had taken some...explaining, but from what he could understand, there appeared to be evil, super advanced robots running around, as well as some sorta perfect predator race intent on eating them. If his own scouts hadn't confirmed sighing of this....'giant', that had caused the ground to shake, he wouldn't not have believed his unknown comrades insane ramblings about such unimaginable horrors.
He sat back, look across the concerned faces of his men as they were informed of the situation.
They were blocked off in this strange room, overwhelming german forces, or as their strange allies called them, germ men, a most appropriate nickname that had already become common use in his ranks, outside the massive door, blocking all routs.
Currently all scouts had been pulled back, and some tanks were barely holding back any german forces from entering their room itself. Hopefully Ivan Vladimir was doing ok against the damnable germ men with his tank battalion and what AT guns they had decided to send.
They had thought about rushing, but realized it would do nothing but end in their utter annihilation.
They had the entire room locked down though, due to the only entrance being so defensible, and the germans had yet it seemed to feel the need to crush them ,although the confusion of their location and the giant stomping through their forces probably had a lot to do with that....but for how long was the issue.
“we cannot just sit and die...something must be done....” Ivan muttered under his breath.
Suddenly, a scout ran up to him. “sir! We found a....well...a giant, metal cavern. we...we think its some sorta air vent.”
Ivan turned, putting his full attention on the scout. “have we discovered where it leads?”
“just another room sir, but one that doesn't appear to have germans blockading it, and one they wont know were in.”
Ivan nodded, taking the information in. “what about the tanks?”
“plenty of room, but itll be dangerous, no light and plenty of sudden drops.”
“better then sitting here and waiting for death. Have them men being packing up and heading through, the tanks will come in afterwards. Get boobey traps ready, I want it to hurt if the germans try to follow the tanks retreat, or us through the vents.”
with a salute the scout ran off to pass on the orders. Ivan felt his fists clench and un clench. This was risky, but anything was better then an un glorious defeat on some disturbing alien planet.
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Vostroyans: -marching up cliffside while singing, prepared for attacks and new craz shit.
Russians: -Tanks guarding door entrance. -infantry starting escape through vents.
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Post by Warork on Sept 2, 2015 19:56:38 GMT
"Eighteenth actual to all eighteenth callsigns, sound off, over!" Spiers barked into the vox that his comms officer handed him. He waited a few moments, listening to the static venting through phone as he waited for a response. "Eighteenth actual to all eighteenth callsigns, I said sound off!"
One by one his company commanders called back to him over the vox, each one saying the same thing...that they were all present and accounted for, even the vehicles.
"What in Throne's name happened?" Hauler asked loudly as he trudged over to where his commanding officer had set up shop with the rest of his squad. "One minute the ship alarms were raising all hell and the next I'm wakin up on..." He looked down at the ground and scuffed it with his boot. "Concrete...I think. Where the hell are we?"
"What makes you think we've got any better idea than you, meathead?" Said a hushed voice that could only belong to Lieutenant Powers. Sure enough, the diminutive sniper showed himself, his camo cloak draped around his shoulders and his scoped long las hanging loosely in his arms.
"Both of you shut up and get your companies into a perimeter while I figure out what the hell's going on." Spiers barked at them. He held his plasma pistol in one hand and the vox phone in the other while his operator stood patiently by with the vox apparatus strapped to his back.
A few minutes later the Catachan officers convened again, this time after having their disparate forces whipped into a rough perimeter around this concrete lot they had all suddenly found themselves in.
"So...what, you think the ship crashed or something?" Hauler asked, his massive form hauling a heavy bolter like it was nothing more than a rifle.
"Yeah, the ship crashed, disappeared, and left everyone alive without a scratch. Surely our regiment is the luckiest under the sun." Powers quipped quietly as he examined the edge of his Catachan Fang.
"Regardless of how we got here, we seem to have made it to the surface of...What the hell's the name of this planet again?" Spiers asked, turning to his two officers who both shrugged.
"The way I see it, we have two options." Spiers grunted, nodding to the giant structure in front of him. "We can try to gain access to this...hive..."
"Bad idea." Powers insisted, shaking his head. "We can't get any sort of signal from inside. Any guardsman worth his salt knows that a hive that's gone dark is bad news."
"Which leaves option two." Spiers said, turning in the opposite direction and panning his steely gaze over the jungle line that sprang from the end of the lot his regiment was currently occupying. Tall, alien plant structures shot for dozens of meters into the air, obscuring the horizon from view.
"We take our chances out there and try to set up shop somewhere until we make contact with other imperial forces."
"I aint afraid of no jungle." Hauler said with a sidewards grin.
"Home sweet home." Powers added, nodding sullenly.
"It's decided then." Spiers said with a snort. "Start telling the boys to mount up, we're going to set off that way and see if we can find higher ground somewhere out there. Tell the Valkyries to get in the air and give me recon sweeps until we get where we're going."
"Understood, sir." The officers said at the same time as Spiers trudged off toward one of the chimeras.
"Hop to it!"
- Catachans are moving deeper into the backyard.
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Post by Fauntleroy on Sept 3, 2015 15:13:14 GMT
Operatus: Omicron-IX Elapsed Time: [001-23-09] The legionary, despite all the secrets and truths that had been revealed to him and his brothers, was a firm believer in the Imperial Truth. As such, he did not believe in such antiquated falsehoods as ‘Gods’. He didn’t think that he really believed in fate either; if it wasn’t fate that compelled him to keep the land speeder at a reasonable distance from the blast doors, however, then it must have been luck. Either way it was a good thing.
Even a cursory glance told him that the thirteen floating constructs on approach towards them and the glowing green weaponry mounted where an arm should be were more than a match for the two Astartes. Another legion’s sons might have raged against such a conclusion, but the twentieth was founded on the principal of never being drawn into a fight that it didn’t already know it could win. Given the simple nature of where they were and how over-sized everything on this world seemed, however, that was not a luxury that the legionaries were afforded in the moment.
Their appearance confirmed that the crescent-shaped craft was Xenos, at least, or so far removed from mankind’s pure form that it didn’t matter. While the top half of their bodies might have been metal skeletal approximations of mankind – an errant thought crossed the Astartes’ mind that the eighth legion would not only have approved but perhaps taken inspiration from that – the bottom was comprised of an anti-grav platform unlike anything the Imperium possessed. He quickly wracked his brain, but it didn’t seem to match the technology of any Xenos race the Alpha Legion had encountered before either – and this envoy of the ‘Torun dynasty’ apparently knowing what they were only put the Space Marines at a more profound disadvantage still. Great care would need to be taken to ensure matters did not spiral out of control.
The two legionnaires glanced at one another briefly, their suits of Maximus armour identical. The decision was made wordlessly. The warrior at the controls of the land speeder turned his head and refocused on the polearm-wielding Xenos who had spoken.
“A moment.” He implored. His long-snouted helmet’s inbuilt vox carried his words through the air as he began to direct their craft down to the ground in front of the blast doors. Bowing to a Xenos’ demands grated at him, but failing to do so would only seem them being destroyed, and that went directly against the legion’s interests.
As the speeder touched down and the engines were cut, the two legionnaires dismounted and stepped away. It was with some hesitation that they unclasped the weapons from their sides and slowly lay them down, maintaining eye contact with the silver-skinned alien. “We have no desire to initiate a conflict. We seek only information concerning where we are…and what your own intentions are, now that you know our location.”
*** He turned his gauntlet back and forth, red eyes taking in the painted-on chain that wound all around the ceramite plate. Even amongst the Alpha Legion, however, some degree of ostentation was permitted. Such symbolism was important.
The Centurion looked up and turned as two of his brothers approached from behind. One of the Mechanicum – not Telok, simply a lackey – accompanied them. None wasted time with greetings.
“Casualties?”
“One, brother. Just a serf. Some kind of mega-arachnid took him.” One of the legionaries reported. “Their fangs do not appear to be able to breach ceramite.” Still, it confirmed that the gigantism observed in the bats earlier seemed the norm for this location at least. The Centurion considered issuing an order to eradicate them, before deciding against it. The benefits of having such a natural defence system at least balanced with the costs.
“But the equipment is secure?”
“We have eyes everywhere.” The other Astartes confirmed with a nod. “And kill-teams operating on rotation for surveillance and rapid reaction. We’re as secure as we’re going to get at the moment.”
That was good enough for him. The Centurion nodded his understanding, glancing at the machine-cultist. “What of our attempts to find an alternative vehicle depot?”
“Investigation has revealed some form of metal passageway behind the wood.” The cowled adept explained in his synthesised voice. “There is a threat of infestation, but the structure is otherwise sound.”
“The squad sent to investigate the vault on the other end of the chamber has also delivered their report.” One of the helmeted Space Marines put in. “It appears to be mostly filled with fabric, but we have also found a dilapidated…dwelling built for human dimensions. It appears abandoned. They also reported a large tech-relic, some kind of battle-automata or war fortress. We’re unsure if the displayed cognomen of ‘Henry’ refers to its class or the race who built it.”
“Additional samples indicate the presence of vast quantities of paint, and a store of high explosive rockets.” The tech-adept finished. The Centurion absorbed it all in silence. The mention of the ‘dwelling’ had aroused his curiosity, but the rockets left no choice. That was an asset the legion could not afford to leave unclaimed.
“Mount up the Stormbirds and Land Raiders.” The Centurion commanded. He was already walking as the other three nodded their compliance. “Gunships flying escort. If any of those bats get too close we blast them out of the sky. Leave some vehicles in this new passage, but keep them in contact. We’re moving.”
Alpha Legion -Ikros remaining in contact with Necron forces. (75) -Three Predators, two Whirlwinds, and a Vindicator establishing a concealed hangar in the revealed air duct. (4) -Main Alpha Legion camp relocating to the back storage room. (1) -Squads and surveillance equipment remaining on deployment. (3+4)
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