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Post by Trolly on Sept 3, 2015 18:09:11 GMT
The brightness came suddenly, flooding Pyros' visor. All around him was off-white: a bone white floor beneath his feet, curving steadily into near-sheer white walls stretching far above his head until they stopped abruptly, far short of the ceiling; also white, formed of great tiles the width and length of a Predator tank. With some confusion he gazed around, before realising where he was: some kind of great open container, within a larger cavern. Suddenly all was bathed in violet light, as the Warp reopened behind him and his company followed. Engines roared as a column of Predator tanks rolled by on his left; on his right squads of Marines, metal boots clanking on the surface beneath them. Their armour was midnight blue, their pauldrons and knee pads bleached white; spikes adorned every available surface, printed sheets hanging from each. At the head of them marched a unit of Chaos Terminators, hulking beasts of twisted metal. Each man bore on his shoulder a word stamped in red: "DENIED". The same red stamp adorned their banners and their vehicles, along with a small red number. "PRAISE BE TO BUREAUCRATUS, FOR HE HAS DELIVERED US TO DO EVIL AT THE PREORDAINED TIME", Pyros bellowed in a voice deep and violent. "PRAISE HIM. PRAISE THE GREAT EXPEDIENT ONE," the troops yelled in chorus. "SCRIBE OROSTRITUS HAS TAKEN THE MINUTES FOR THIS ADULATION SESSION, WHICH WILL BE FORWARDED TO ALL SERVANTS OF THE DARK GODS AT THE DAY'S CONCLUSION." "THANK YOU, SCRIBE OROSTRITUS," the men chorused again. "THIS MOVEMENT TIME IS OVER. ATTEND TO YOUR DUTIES." Ponderously the men began to move, scrambling up the slopes, dragging weaponry to the top, assembling lookout posts. A team of Marines, began hacking away at the floor of the container, until a squeaking cultist realised that they had a laser arsenal sitting idly which could do the same job in a tenth of the time; the man was handed over to the Earthworks Managerial Commitee, which then handed him to the Human Resources department. Meanwhile the hacking continued until, an hour later, a small ramp had been cut through the base of the large vessel leading out into the great cavern beyond; a place of white ceramic tiles with a wet, brambly surface covering much of the middle of the chamber. Pyros stood atop the walls of the vessel and surveyed his men's handiwork, face blank beneath his visor. The display within told him it was 12:30; time for lunch.
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Post by admiral9 on Sept 3, 2015 19:05:42 GMT
Oberst von Böhm's day appeared to be far from done, a scant couple of minutes after he had formalized his treaty with the tau not one... not two, but dozens of goatmen appeared. Riding on their flying tanks they came, von Böhm had thought that the one that he saw earlier was a one of a kind used to impress him... but he never could have fathomed that this was a vehicle that they used in common day usage, von Böhm thanked god that he succeeded in his diplomacy, with a low humming of the hover tanks and the beeping and booping of drones these "Tau" had begun on the process of airlifting the entire mobile kampfgruppe down to what appeared to be the ground floor of this house, using heavy duty "rope" they were transporting tanks down one for one with multiple hover tanks, the men itself going down either using the stairs or being transported by hover tank too.
Back at the tau outpost Silent strike had taken command of the construction effort, the carbon bricks were used to erect bunkers in hidden positions and a protective wall around the base camp, future production would focus on fortification of the upper side of the cliff and the creation of proper structures against bombardment, in addition a report had come in from his shas'el, the foes of the tau's new allies called the "Russi-ans" had been spotted going into a metal tunnel. Silent strike, having no reason to see either of them as a superior party decided that for now he would need to gather information, a team had been assembled to stalk them and gather further information on the potential foes that they might have to face. Having finished his tasks at the moment he returned to meditation, for the greatest question of all remained...
Where were the ethereals?
Germans Being transported down by the tau to the ground floor.
Tau Transporting the germans to the ground floor Digging in further in the sun room under the computer table Giving chase to the russians
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2015 22:36:45 GMT
The Hive Tyrant slowly stalked along, once again these strange caverns smelled of smoke and ash, the ground they were crossing was blackened and charred, a strange white foam coated some parts of it. Slowly they approached the wall of the cavern, a sizable hole had been burned through it, but it was already apparent that it would not be big enough. "Rrrrrrraaawwwwrrrrrr!" He snarled, and the Trygons raced forwards, launching themselves at the wall and tearing away at the sides of the hole, after a few minutes they had made barely any progress. "Grrrraaaaaarrrrrr!" He roared, and one of the Carnifexes lumbered forwards, a few shots from its Bio-Plasma eroded a much larger hole into the wall. Inside the hole they found the Genestealers that had alerted them to the area, it was just as they described it, dark, warm, a loud rumbling was coming from somewhere nearby, but that mattered not. This was an ideal place for it to nest. As it slowly crawled through the hole the Bio-Plasma had burned through the wall he could feel it's approval of this location, slowly it curled up in the corner as the rest of the swarm set about converting the darkened room to a more comfortable location, adjusting the room's environment to better suit it and rounding up available biomass to prepared for consumption. "Rrrrrrrroooooaaaaarrrrrrr" He commanded, and his Lictors and Genestealers raced to explore the rest of the area, scouting for possible threats or more biomass.
The Broodlord struggled to maintain his grip on the surrounding hordes, there simply were not enough Synapse creatures with him to keep the lower warriors in line in the face of a blazing inferno, something even the simplest of creatures feared. After a number of loud shouts the blaze of the fire shining through the hole in the wall was snuffed out, more indistinct shouts came, several minutes passed, slowly he approached the hole, peering out into the sea of burned grass he saw nothing. Slowly he crept out, carefully gazing all around to make sure the fire was gone. "Grrrrraaawwwrrrrrr!" He called out, slowly the assorted forces he had with him crept through the hole, diligently following him towards the two unmistakably psychic presences on the far side of the cave system.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2015 2:39:38 GMT
Vostroyans:
it was a long, moody journey, but finally Ivan Riechstein and his army reached the top of the strange cliffs. What they found left them.....awestuck.
“its....its an abandoned hive city....” someone muttered out as they took in the large structures that met them.
They only were able to march a bit longer though, before they were met with the terrifying sight of the giants foot sticking out from around the corner.
“quickly and quietly men, head for under that large...canopy....wood thing!” Ivan ordered, and the marching column quickly forgot any semblance of order and they rushed for cover.
Suddenly though, the giant turned. Ivan and his men froze, the giant froze. Eye contact was made
“......please do not of kick our tanks.” Ivan asked, breaking the silence like glass.
Without hesitation, the giant fell over with a loud crash, thankfully in the opposite direction of Ivans men.
Another long pause as Ivan and his Vostroyans attempted to understand what had just happened.
“err.....someone....go check if its alive....”
several tedious, nerve wracking minutes, and a scout reported that the SHE giant was merely concussions, and very much alive.
“SIR!” a sergeant spoke up quickly, “we should capture the creature, this may be our only chance to subdue it, and it may have valuable information!”
Ivan pondered that notion. While true, he really didnt know if such a feat was even possible.
“i do not think we have enough rope for that...”
“one of our scouts spotted some massive wiring over by the wall, sir!”
sighing, Ivan gave the go ahead, and within an hour they had the Giantesses hands and feet bound, and the start of a base setup near the creature under the table, with the valkyries perched ontop of the strange wooden canopy.
Ivan merely hoped the bindings would hold on the giant, otherwise....well, he would not dwell on that. Suddenly, a man walked up to him.
“err,sir, Im sorry for my lateness, but upon arrival on this....floor....we think we spotted an imperial vulture flying away from most likely the giant. “
This was good news, if it was true. “send out a salamander and some scouts in that direction then, if theirs other imperials we need to meet up with them as soon as possible!”
with a salute, the man ran off to pass on the orders. Ivan merely hoped this time the scouts would return alive.
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Russains:
as the final tank rounded the corner into the dark, metal cavern, the last of the explosives were setup, and quickly detonated, stopping any and all attempts to follow them into the tunnels. Rasputin and Valdimir only hoped they would not need these tunnels anytime soon themselves. They had thought the traps put upon the giant door to the room might be enough, but they decided to take no chances. Germ men were a stubborn people.
It was odd, the cave in, full of some pink, insulation like substance, some shoddy concrete dust, and a bit of wood. House materials, but that only brought up more questions.
As they marched into the darkness, one tanked ended up slipping down a tunnel into the darkness. Luckily, they survived in tact and with no real damage, but were trapped in the darkness. Any attempts to drop down light sources failed at arriving, so after giving the order for them to look for a way out, the russians were forced to move on, hopefully they or their strange comrades could rescue them soon, but the opportunity to scout was one not to be wasted.
Finally the russians arrived into the other room, luckily devoid of any and all germans.
As a new defensive position was made under that rooms bed however, scouts reported the germans were retreating down the giant stairs,with the aid of, well, blue skinned goat girls with face genitalia, if the reports were to believed.
After informing their allies, they had said the creatures were called “toes”, but Vlad was not so sure that was a good name.
The men had started calling them “Fuckfaces” due to obvious reasons, which due to their clear alliance with the germans, was a most appropriate name.
Whatever they really were, Vlads ability to be surprised anything had pretty much gotten executed, and he didn't not think this was a good thing.
As for planning though, it seemed they would need to wait. If the germans were heading downstairs, they may be able to coordinated a box-in with their comrades, if Ivans guess as to locations were correct.
More information was necessary though, he only hoped that lost tank would find some.
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Lonely Russian Tank:
It was dark, agonizingly dark, and vicktor did not like the dark. The spotlight barely seemed to pierce the darkness, the heat was unbearable too, even with every hatch on the tank open.
They drove, but the darkness never seemed to end, with passageways leading who knows where, all they could do was guess and hope it lead to a position closer to allied forces.
After who knows how long, they finally found light, and quickly made their way to it.
Where they ended up though, was no better then the tunnels.
Some sorta grated metal box, massive, with un imaginabley big fans above them, a breeze passing by. After radioing in, they were given permission to blast their way out, however all they found was a massive drop into what could only be described as a jungle stretching near endlessly into the horizon.
“well, this is not good comrades. Radio in for orders, we would have to abandon tank if we press forward, and I do no like the look of that jungle.”
after a few minutes, they finally received an answer to stay put unless another route exposed itself.
Vickors sighed, leaning back on the tank. A break seemed nice, but he hoped they were found soon, they did not have many rations on them, and this box was not the best shade.
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Vostroyans: -captured nicole -base under and on table near nicole in kitchen
Vostyoran scouts: -near and spotted by coolyos forces according to nate, but im not personally sure where this puts them.
Russians: -upstairs main bedroom under bed,near to door
Russian Tank “scout”: -outside in air conditioning unit.
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Post by Trolly on Sept 4, 2015 15:48:17 GMT
Pyros checked his visor briefly; it read 13:00 Terra time. He knew what that meant. Pulling his armoured form to the top of some sort of large red rubber construction around a wooden pole, next to the bathhouse, he called out to his men.
"BATTLE BROTHERS," he began, voice seething with hatred, "OUR LUNCH BREAK HAS CONCLUDED. SCRIBE OROSTRITUS, BRING US THE LITANY OF DREAD."
Sighing, the small, dour-faced Cultist hurried off to the makeshift shrine, a room of many pipes and cisterns behind great white doors. Soon after he re-emerged, stooped beneath the book he held on his back, an arm's length thick. Panting, he shuffled to Pyros' makeshift podium and placed the tome at his feet with a loud thunk. "CONSULT THE BOOK OF SCHEDULES, VERSE EIGHTY-THOUSAND SEVEN HUNDRED AND NINETY-SIX, LINES FIFTY-TWO THROUGH FIFTY-FOUR." With a heavy sigh, Orostritus heaved the book open and flipped through the aged paper. "It reads: At the time of 12:30, as read on the timepieces of Terra, the First Chapter of the Sons of Bureaucratus shall-" "THAT IS NOT THE CORRECT LINE!" Pyros bellowed. "CONSULT LINES FIFTY-TWO THROUGH FIFTY-FOUR." Then, urgently: "Come on, what happens after lunch?" Orostritus sighed again and read in a fatigued voice, "Once the Disciples of Bureaucratus have eaten their fill, the time of said meal's conclusion being one PM on the timepieces of Terra, they shall move on to the business of the day as Bureaucratus ordains, that business being the bringing of death and destruction unto the Galaxy and all servants of the Corpse Emperor, to conclude at seven PM when they must go to tea. At seven thirty the enacting of evil deeds is to resume, until a brief movement break at-" "I DID NOT TELL YOU TO PROCEED TO LINE FIFTY-FIVE!" Pyros shrieked, and then, after a pause, grinned beneath his helmet. "Exxxcellent. LET US BRING TERROR TO THE GALAXY, BROTHERS!" He leaped down from the podium as his men yelled their enthusiasm, and rushed to their places in the armoured column. "My Lord," Orostritus began in an exasperated tone, "I don't see why you still make me get the book every time, considering the other eighty-thousand, seven-hundred and ninety-six verses are identi-" "WHERE IN THE LITANY OF DREAD DOES IT SAY THAT SCRIBE OROSTRITUS SHALL SPEAK?!" Pyros bellowed, spit building beneath his visor. "I DO NOT RECALL THAT IN THE LITANY. OR IS THE LITANY IN ERROR, SCRIBE OROSTRITUS?" "No, never, First Minister Pyros-" "THEN IF THE SCHEDULE IS NOT IN ERROR, AND YOU DO NOT NEED TO SPEAK TO OUR HUMAN RESOURCES DEPARTMENT, I SUGGEST YOU RETURN THE LITANY TO ITS RIGHTFUL PLACE." Nodding, the little scribe scooped the vast tome up and shuffled towards the great Land Raider, Keeper of Books, which formed the centrepiece of the Sons' strike force. Metal spines covered its flanks, the red "DENIED" stamped on every surface. At the rear, where the commander's hatch would be, a chapel's armoured steeple poked through, fires burning in faucets all about it; it was there that the Litany was housed. The column assembled, it began to roll slowly forwards. In the hands of every Marine there a form was held, each unticked box a corpse to be made.
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Status: - Moving through upstairs hallway in search of things to kill, maim or burn - Litany of Dread under guard in Land Raider with Terminator squad - 6 hours until dinner break
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2015 18:57:06 GMT
Vostroyans:
as Ivan went around the hastily constructed defenses near the giant, a vox operators quickly called him over.
“SIR! Weve got imperials on the line, Space marines it appears, asking for immediate assistance!”
quickly putting his full attention on the man, Ivan said “tell them this is the Vostroyan firstborn, sending all we can as soon as we can locate them, what enemy are they up against?”
“they say Tau sir, with some large,but primitive human auxiliaries.”
Ivan took a small moment to ponder the information. This sounded like the same people their “rush-on” allies were pinned down from, which meant it was highly likely they might be able to surround these xenos.
“send out the valkyries to locate the Tau, and see if out Rush-On allies cant move in for a rear attack.”
as Ivan ran off to get what forces he could ready, he heard the vox operators quickly relaying all the information.
He just hoped they wouldn't arrive to late. Something needed to go their way, at least once.
-vostroyans mobilized and moving a good chunk of forces -Valkyries out scouting -Russians at stairs and going down, having trouble getting tanks any distance down.
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Post by Nepty on Sept 4, 2015 18:59:51 GMT
“They’ll be in the killzone in sixty seconds Gessart.”
“Thank you, Nicz,” muttered Gessart. He gripped his bolter tightly and chinned the optical zoom on his helmet.
Gessart stood on what could only be described as a couch. The majority of his men and their tanks had hidden themselves under the couch, on the shelves of the giant storage-edifice that held books the size of hab blocks and on the nearby plataue. Gessart had spaced his remaining thirty men around this mountain and the construct across the valley, a thing that looked like a huge armchair. He was getting worried about this place, and all its gigantic constructs. He had seen the huge titan dash through the room earlier, and had surmised that this was its living area. He had not heard it since however, and hoped that it was gone, or that the imperial pilots in the other chamber had killed it. He assumed it must be hostile, of course.
Gessart brought himself back to the present. With his twenty marines on this couch, and ten marines on the armchair across the way, each team accompanied by a predator tank, he felt confident.
The despicable aliens known as the Tau, and their human auxillaries filed across the valley, and entered the killzone.
While he was no longer a warrior of the imperium, Gessart still followed the Emperor’s ideals, and Xenos where to be destroyed. He quietly and intentionally forgot about his dozens of collaborations with aliens in the past and set his sights on one of the Tau “Fire Warriors”
When they were fully in range, Gessart commed his men. “Attack!” and opened fire catching the aliens in a crossfire.
“Nicz, see if anyone can give us a hand here!” he demanded as he ducked from the return fire.. Nicz jumped on his Vox and began calling for aide.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2015 19:25:31 GMT
The Hive Tyrant watched as his Carnifexes charged forwards, the Lictors had found a pair of some sort of huge rodents, one of them had been torn apart and the others had requested help for dealing with the Carifex sized creatures. So he had gathered three of his Canifexes to come remove the problem with Scything Talons and Crushing Claws. The huge warriors roared as they charged the beasts, the creatures were faster than expected and attacked with razor sharp teeth, gashing and biting the Carnifexes. The Carnifexes responded by latching on with their Crushing Claws, holding the beasts in unbreakable grips as they set to work with their Scything Talons.
Minutes later he slowly walked over to the strange collection of materials that the Lictors had identified as a nest for the creatures. It was full of smaller versions of the beasts, their young were pink and fleshy, easily the size of a Gaunt, but seemingly incapable of defending themselves. A group of warriors approached, "Rrwaaarrrrrr!" He snarled at them, and they diligently dragged the young away to be consumed to fuel the swarm's every growing numbers. After they had departed he turned his attention to the last thing of note the Lictors had found, a deep pit of unknown purpose. It stank of dampness, peering down into the pit revealed nothing to him, even with his perfect night vision he could not see the bottom. Investigating the sides of the pit revealed strange algae growing on the walls. He would have to send some Gargoyles down to investigate once they regrouped with the Broodlord.
The Broodlord slowly stalked across the fire ravaged landscape, drawing ever closer to it's irresistible summons. They had spent much time traversing the ruining grasslands, and now they were finally approaching the burned up wall, walking through the large hole in the wall they found the rest of the swarm.
At long last the forces of the swarm were reunited, and soon they would be ready to seek out all life on this world, and consume them to feed their own growth.
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Post by admiral9 on Sept 4, 2015 20:57:09 GMT
The battle of the bloody carpet
“Attack!” were the only words that fireblade heard, less than a second later a deafening fusillade of bolter fire rained down on the convoy, an ambush of imperial forces had hit the Tau hard when they least expected it and they would have to pay the cost.
In the first seconds a pair of firewarriors were hit, a head exploding for one and the other being propelled into the air by a severe case of exploding leg, aside from this half a dozen closely clustered Germans were hit by a stray bolt round blowing them apart.
Another couple of seconds later the battle hardened Tau had already started repositioning towards cover positions while the morale of their companions was plummeting, with the help of the blue skins von Böhm managed to sufficiently rally his forces to get them towards cover positions sustaining minor losses as they went.
Above in the sky the Tau counterattack had already formed up, the battlesuits of the cadre who had acted as a separate unit from the convoy had come, losing one to a krak missile which violently blew up one of the crisis suits the remaining suits hit target, launching a fusillade of missiles and plasma fire the marines retreated from their position. One marine was hit by a trio of missiles hitting the same place in close succession and breaking through the tough adamantium plating, another’s was pierced by plasma fire killing the marine outright, a third was heavily wounded from burst cannon fire but managed to hang on thanks to the space marines extreme resilience.
A couple inches away from this another battlesuit squad had dropped, one landing on the predator, heating up his fusion blaster preparing to turn the predators turret into a pile of molten slag he was forces to jump away. An assault marine, melta bomb in one hand and a chainsword in the other had attempted to charge him, having decided that the damage was done they regrouped with the other suits.
Back on the ground though the space marines fire had gone through, the predators’ twin linked laser cannon hit a StuG right on its top armor destroying it with a spectacular explosion and leaving a gigantic gaping hole of molten metal. In conjunction to this heavy bolter fire had mowed down another squad of Germans turning them into a pile of torn up organs and bloody scraps that used to be arms and legs.
On the other side of the ambush the second predator had not experienced similar luck, one of the hammerheads had locked its sights on it and the railgun beat it to the punch, shooting straight through it went into its lower glacis upwards and out of the back of the turret eliminating it as a combat threat.
By this time the Germans had reached their cover positions and had begun opening fire. “Fire at will!” A German sergeant bellowed as a fusillade of small arms fire was released from a variety of weapons, the majority of bullets missing target and those that did hit merely pinging off, after a sustained barrage of a couple of minutes von Böhm ordered the infantrymen to hold fire seeing that it was not having any results. Instead he ordered the anti-tank and infantry support guns to be deployed, releasing a barrage of high explosive shells on their foes’ position. Not sure if the fire was claiming any casualties on the enemies side he could atleast say it was supressing them, a couple of minutes later Fireblade ordered the remobilisation of forces.
As fire from their belligerents had started slowly dying down the column started racing towards the sunroom hoping to reach their camp as soon as possible, Fireblade who had joined up with von Böhm had informed him that their enemies were known as, Gue’ron’sha, or space marines in gothic. von Böhm aside from laughing at the ridiculous name space marine was not sure what else to think, surely they had splendid equipment but he had no gotten a close up yet and so aside from a group of men in sailor uniforms on a rocket he had not gotten a good image of them.
In addition fireblade had requested air support from his base camp apparently and it was scrambling to come to their aid, von Böhm was reassured to know help was coming and so he steeled himself for what was to come.
Worried about the morale of his own men he returned to the rear of the convoy to instil faith in his men.
North east of them a pair of strangely shaped airplanes had taken off, going at full speed towards their position. The Tau responded by targeting them with strange red lights emanating from the bottom part of the rifles of some of their soldiers.
The aircraft responded by entering evasive manoeuvres with one dropping behind a massive armchair and the other swooping low hovering above the German lines and disgorging close to a dozen of these space marines, jumping down with giant rockets on their back they landed into his lines, armed with massive sword shaped chainsaws and being almost twice as tall as any regular human they wreaked havoc on the shocked German lines. Most not even offering any resistance as they were gorily executed, von Böhm having just about enough of his bad luck, pulling a steilhandgranate out of his belt he angrily roared and charged the closest marine, with a pistol in his other hand he attracted its attention and lunged forward, he had already started cooking the grenade before his charge and he jammed it into the way oversized pauldrons, smiling for another second at his foe the grenade went off blowing his arm away in an explosive fashion.
The space marine, severely wounded, ran away, awkwardly wobbling into the sky in an off balance fashion, another marine landed infront of a panzer III only to be driven over and repeatedly shot with its 50mm cannon.
Regrettably, the tank was ambushed by a second assault marine who placed a krak grenade under its tracks and demobilized it. She was abandoned as the German troops evacuated, losing 30 to 40 men in the slaughter they had finally gotten out.
In the meanwhile the Tau had quickly responded and launched a barrage of 5 missiles at the thunder hawk determined to down it. Through evasive manoeuvres it managed to dodge 3 missiles, but the other two got direct hits. one landing in its belly and another hitting the left drive nossel. The thunder hawk started diving at a speed of mach 1 and crashed headfirst into the armchair, for a couple of second both sides halt and stare as the gigantic chair started to topple backwards until it crashed and fell on its back, followed up by 10 space marine beibg catapulted from the chair along with a predator, flying into the sunset.
The crash knocked many off their feet and it now blocked half of the entrance into the sunroom, the Tau had switched their fire to the assault marines now who were separated from their German allies. But before they were hit by a proper barrage they managed to jump over and join the remaining space marines who had set up defensive positions by now, the firewarriors were keeping them surpressed but it was impossible to get a proper shot off on them, luckily though a hammerhead had brought its monstrosity of a weapon to bare and removed one space marine from existence.
With the battle being driven into a stalemate the promised reinforcements finally arrived, like a true godsend the barracudas swooped in immediately providing information that the treacherous imperial guard had arrived and were putting down fire on the Germans. The Germans retaliated and one lucky StuG gunner going by the name of Ulric von Mackenhof managed to get a direct hit on the turret of one chimera knocking it off in an explosive manner.
Fireblade realizing that this battle was beginning to look far from favourable decided that a strategic retreat was most fitting, ordering all decoy and smoke launchers to be activated the room was filled with a thick cover of smoke and strobing lights while the Tau and their compatriots made their dastardly escape, a small group of space marines gave chase but after one got hit straight in the chest by a rail rifle slug, they retreated realizing that they had stumbled upon a true killing zone… the Tau fortress of Or’es’Run’al.
Instead of carrying out an offensive the imperial guard had decided on artillery, a heavy bombardment from basilisks was raining down on the carpet but it was not hitting anything as all Tau and German forces had retreated to the computer table and were now receiving medical and technical assistance.
Tau
Retreated back to base.
Expeditionary force undergoing medical treatment and repairing armor.
Germans
Retreated to the Tau base.
Setting up camp under 58 (wooden chair) with the assistance of some drones for medical and technical support.
Casualties
6 firewarriors, 50 German infantrymen, 1 StuG, 1 panzer III, 1 battlesuit all killed, destroyed beyond recovery or captured
repairable damage is
some 30 Germans lightly wounded (mostly lasgun burns) and a couple of tanks with some nasty holes in them. One devilfish has a damaged grav plate
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2015 3:42:50 GMT
Vostroyans: “the Late Assault”
after a bit of time, they finally received word that the valkyries had spotted the battle. Quickly Ivan lead an armored convoy forward, as a valkyrie lead them to the battle.
On the way, the received word that their Rush-On allies were attempting to make their way down the cliffs, but it was a long journey and they had little hope of getting down the tanks. Ivan cursed the setback, but it was still the best opportunity to hurt the xenos, one way or another.
Suddenly, a loud explosion was heard. Quickly confirming that it was not the giant escaping, Ivan ordered the line to continue.
It was not long after they rounded a corner, the massive area full of constructs, one knocked over and flaming, some vehicle obviously having slammed into the chair like thing.
Without warning, a shot tore a chimeras turret clean off, and with that Ivans Vehicle convoy opened up on the tau and their grey draped human auxilaires, the ones he could only guess to be the 'germ men'.
Sadly though, they had arrived much to late for the main engagement, and after clearing a smoke screen set off by the xenos, it was clear the battle was over, the xenos having retreated into another room.
After ordering the basliks and a good chunk of his tanks to hold the Tau in their base, Ivan went to meet up with the Leader of the Space marines.
Dismounting his command vehicle, Ivan gingerly approached the giant marines, their size intimidating, but he was somewhat used to their presence from past campaigns, although he doubted one ever got used to such impressive examples of humanities strength.
“Greeting, I am Ivan Reichstien of the Vostroyan Fisrtborn. I resume you are the one who sent the call for aid.”
“Indeed. We thank you for your assistance on the matter.” the one who appeared to be the leader said back.
With that, they slowly but surely exchanged information, the Marines being somewhat dodgy about certain things, but Ivan didnt know a space marine that wasn't dodgy one one thing or another. Still it was...unnerving, but after a bit of talking both parties felt strangely at ease. Still, they had not taken the news of the tyranids and necrons without much concern, which Ivan fully supported, given he had hoped himself to have been able to do more against them earlier.
Also confirming they were not the owners of the vehicle his scouts had spotted earlier, Ivan only hoped that meant more loyalists were in the parts. More allies were something they needed in droves, given the circumstances.
After agreeing to a request to lend men to help siege the taus held room, Ivan and the man went their separate way, as it seemed a valkyrie had spotted the “Rush-ons”. The Space marines had agreed to lend a single thunderhawk to help ferry the new allies down to their floor, which would speed the process up significantly.
IT seemed, for once, things were actually looking up. The “Russians” were much more primitive then he had thought ,not even actual imperials, but humans were humans, when this many xenos were flooding the strange fortress they seemed to never find an end to.
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Russians/ Ivan Rasputin:
few things could calm the fumes Rasputin felt in his heart about not being able to help slaughter the germans, but a ship one could only imagine in their wildest dream appearing to greet them in the name of their allies the “Vostroyans” was quite possible one of the few to do it.
They had know by now, of course, that these men they had been in contact with were no real russians, and quite likely as alien as the fuckfaces they had seen, but with so many strange things and enemies piling up, someone who at least seemed to have some knowledge of the enemy was considered better then going solo.
Still, seeing the proof for ones own eyes was....eye opening.
They it appeared, belonged to a space faring empire called the imperium of man. A somewhat zealous people it seemed, but compared to the germans anything was acceptable.
While Ivan Valimir stayed with the men, Raspution went down to meet with this Ivan Reichstein man.
He was an impressive figure, as was all these Vostroyans, but what really caught him off guard were the hulking behemoths he was told were “space marines”. Mankinds greatest genetically built killers he was told. He really thought they needed a better name. His men did too, as sdoon they were being called “TankMen”, due to their size, protection, and the massive weaponry they carried as standard issue.
He thanks stalin these men were allies, he didn't think even a KV would survive long against those monstrous men.
As he was given time to consume the strangeness of all he saw, and slowly updated on the situation, his men and equipment were steadily appearing in more and more numbers.
“it is a shame the hive cities we have found appear to have no industrial capabilities, arming your men with more....advanced weaponry would be most advantageous.” Reichstein chimed in.
“err, yes, our kind has not...advanced far enough it seems, for the situation we have found ourselves in. number however, can win battles their own way.”
with a chuckle, Reichstein patted Raputin on the back. “aye well, then lets keep getting those men down then.”
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Russians: “the massacre at the Cliffs”
Ivan Valimir watched in awe each time the strange “Valkyrie” carrier planes landed and flew off with men and supplies, his mind in total bliss that such glorious technology was on their side, and not against them. The thunderhawk was pretty impressive too, but it just seemed to hover in the air like a brick shouldn't, and it made him a bit nervous.
Still, they were speeding up the process of getting the Russian forces down quite splendidly, something Ivan was all to glad for. It was about time they were put in a position of strength, instead of forced to defend and retreat.
That was of course, a terrible thing to say it seemed, as suddenly the air was filled with shouting.
"PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME AND ALLEGIANCE, SO THAT YOUR DEATH WARRANTS MAY BE FILLED IN WITH THE APPROPRIATE DETAILS, SCUM!"
suddenly under and insane amount of fire from a horde of men and monsters appearing from a room down the massive hall, Ivan barely had time to react. Already several of his men had been turned to paste from weaponry he could only imagine in his worst nightmare. A quick order, and the tanks moved to defend the infantry and what few guns were still in place, a vikers getting turned into a molten shell before it could even move, he did not want to know how fast the crew died.
As they did what little they could to fight back, it was clear it Vlad that they would get decimated if they did not retreat.
Suddenly, the air Shuttles were back, clearly having been alerted to the situation, they made a quick pass over the enemy lines, their weaponry making a decent dent in the front forces, but the sheer amount of enemy fire downed one of the Valkyires, ending in a disturbing hole n the massive walls of the structure.
As even more of his men fell, Ivan called for an emergency landing for one last shuttle run, the enemy apparently pulling out vehicles from their room.
To many to fight, with no way of getting forces there in time, the men were forced to abandon what was half the russian tank force, as the last of the surviving russians were evacuated.
No, saying things were starting to go their way, was indeed a grave mistake.
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Vostroyans, AS, and Russians: “the Siege of the SunRoom”
after what could only be called a slaughter and massive defeat at the top of the cliffs, it was decided it seemed the Heretics were not to follow them down....yet.
It seemed advantageous then, for the combined might of their three armies, to hold down, and plan to take care of, the Tau.
Word was sent, and it was decided Ivan Valimir would hold things down back at base, while Reitchstein and Rasputin planned with the Captain Gessart against the Tau.
While they had stopped their bombardment, more guns the they cared to count were prepped and prepared in case the Xenos were to attempt to leave their Fort, with a massive force of infantry at the ready aswell.
The problem they were having was, despite having enough artillery to level almost anything they desired, plus numerous amounts of large Guns, they had no way to range in effectively without wasting vast amounts of ammo.
“perhaps we could sneak around some way?” Rasputin chimed in.
“we have not spotted any other entrance to use effectively.” Reichstien said.
“hmm, what about the metal caverns we found earlier?”
“we have scouts looking for any way, but at this time we have no confirmation they would lead anywhere advantageous to this situation.”
as everyone stood around thinking, it was clear the situation was...precarious. They could attempt to rush, but the losses would not be worth the victory. Not with tyranids and necrons running about, and who knows what other threats.
However a long siege was also out of the question. They did not know how much food their enemy had, and while they themselves had quite a bit, it was all the had til a source not in the basement was located.
“perhaps....we could go through the walls?” Rasputin chimed in. “at the far side, sneak forces for a flanking maneuver, allowing both spotting to be done and splitting their fire? We had the idea earlier but it wouldve taken to much time with out technology.”
“...but with ours, such a passageway could be ready within an hour or two.” Reichstein said, rubbing his beard. “risky, we know what little inhabits the rest of the room, but it could very well work.”
“let us wait on the scout reports, and hopefully by tommorow, we will be ready to end this siege.”
“and possibly have some technology to arm your men with.”
the two men smiled at eachother. Death to the germans, and death to the xenos. Both men would take pride in the slaughter of their enemies, if they could pull it off.
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-massive force of Vostroyans, Russians, and AS keeping the Tau Pinned in their base. -large forces of Russians and Vostroyans in kitchen guarding giant in fortifications. -Vostroyans scouts looking to find the lost russian tank, and in general scouting the area.
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