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Post by Darko on Sept 6, 2015 17:34:42 GMT
Lord Noravyn and his cohort of Destroyers immediately powered up their engines to full speed, racing towards the hole in the blast door. Noravyn despised the gigantic predator's existence but he was no fool. He knew that if he sacrificed himself and/or his Destroyers fighting it, Korsarovekh would not forgive him. Their resources were limited. The four-legged monster bounded after them, almost catching them, its fangs the size of Tomb Stalkers threatening to crush their machine bodies through sheer brute force.
And then they were safe. They shot into the darkness once again, whirling in the air to face the monster. It poked its head through the hole and snapped, but found that it could not reach them. Truly, the blast door was sturdy to hold back such a beast. To think that it was constructed by mere humans - even giant ones - was most surprising. Noravyn was about to give the order for the entire Necron force to open fire on the beast, knowing that a full barrage could most likely vaporize the thing's head, but then he realised the way out would be firmly blocked.
Instead, he silently directed the Annihilation Barge forward and it fired its Tesla cannons at the wet, spongy snout of the beast. Arcs of deadly lightning burned the front of the predator's maw. Noravyn simply hoped that it would be enough to drive it away, lest he be forced to bring moer powerful weapons to bear.
Korsarovekh stood up. His royal court were doing the same, and forming a defensive circle around both him and Cryptek Vasziron. The ground below them was soft and sloped. They were evidently standing where the leviathans sat during transport. The Space Marines were nowhere to be seen.
"Humans! Reveal yourselves and we shall resume speaking. I believe we still have much to discuss," boomed Korsarovekh. His Lychguard interlocked their heavy Dispersion Shields, and held their Hyperphase swords high and ready to strike in case the rearmed Space Marines turned hostile.
- Korsarovekh, Vasziron and 14 Lychguard on top of a seat in the car.
- Noravyn and the rest of the Necron forces have their weapons trained on the dog but are not shooting except for the Annihilation Barge.
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Post by Nepty on Sept 6, 2015 17:46:14 GMT
Trevor blearily opened the fridge, the the great interest of the Imperials, earth soldiers and Tau gathered around. "Alright," he grumbled. "What do you want?" He had been roused from sleep by various complaints of hunger.
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Post by admiral9 on Sept 6, 2015 17:53:44 GMT
"We'd like some meat, that white b-read and that pot of red fluid with white floating in it (beans)" fireblade spoke, the men had to be fed and this should be enough for the time being... time was of the essence after all.
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Post by Nepty on Sept 6, 2015 18:00:54 GMT
"Alright." Trev got out a veritable pile of food and set it out for the hungry minis, then went back to sleep on his makeshift couch in the sunroom.
____ Noravyn watched as the animal yelped and it's snout retracted from the hole in the garage. He nodded to himself, and peered outside, where it was snuffling and snorting and turning in circles. After a while it seemingly forgot it's injury and began to bat about the astartes speeder before swiftly losing interest and moving on.
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Post by admiral9 on Sept 6, 2015 18:02:56 GMT
The tau procession transported the food back to the base, the drones would be in charge of preparing it for the next day, a true breakfast would be available for all.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 18:05:41 GMT
The Hive Tyrant rumbled, clinking his Boneswords together out of frustration. The loss of the cliff pathway was a serious setback. Regardless there was at least one other way out. "Grraawwwrrrrr!" He yelled. In response a group of newly birthed Lictors set out, to ensure the pathway the strange metal beings had taken was still open.
The Lictor stalked along slowly, some sort of base had been set up here, metal constructs laid around on this high plateau, some sort of airborne operations base. His prey was walking a shot distance ahead, a Human soldier in heavy armor, some sort of burning stick was held in his hand, at regular intervals the man put the stick between his lips and took in a sharp breath of air. Strange Humans and their strange customs. The man stopped to take a good look around in the night, slowly he turned, he was looking straight at him and didn't even realize it. With a hiss of breath he revealed himself, his camouflaged skin fading to its natural coloring. The Human didn't even have a chance to scream before his brain was being digested. Details floated through his mind, information about this group, its commanders, its planes. After a few moments he cast the body aside and moved on.
A few minutes later the Human base seemed to have caught on that something was wrong, a couple of planes, Vultures by the looks of them took off and starting flying around, and spotlights lit up all across the area. However it was far too late, he had found himself a good place to observe from, and their patrols passed right by him without noticing.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 18:22:33 GMT
after the Giant trevor had left and helped get all the infantry and guns on to the island counter, with the tanks and vehicles parked on the floor next to it to the left, the combined might of Vostroyan and Russians were busily setting up what they expected to be a long term encampment.
They had more ten enough food ,and had merely gotten a giant bottle of water from the massive man, before he went to go sleep.
Reichstein could not sleep though, sitting on the edge of the island, looking at the door to the basement, guns pointed out at it like some sorta deadly spiked behemoth, ready, waiting.
Plans were being made, drawn, and reworked. They would take care of the tyranids tomorrow, with or without the humans help, with or without his permission. He just hoped they would win.
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meanwhile, Rasputin went over the plans with his men, it involved a lot of burning, something he hoped they could convince the giant of allowing, as he was told they could not leave corpses, their own or the tyranids, lest they be digested and more tyranids made.
Rasputin simply hoped the Giant Trevor had a lot of flammables laying around.
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Ivan Vlad stared in awe, along with so many of the men with him, as they stared at the giant bottles.
“i...i did not think of the fact....that the alcohol bottles would also of be giant.” bourbon, wine, and of course, stalin bless them, massive bottles of alcohol.
Ivan didnt even need to give the order, before his men had pulled the bottles over nad were working on making spouts to get the liquors from.
“sir, over here, we found something else!”
ivan ran like a kid, when his eyes caught sight of it, a felt a few tears of utter joy welling in his eyes.
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“that is one massive loaf of bread comrades.” Reichstein said to his fellow Ivans, as they watched their men slice and distribute the massive loaf of white bread. It was the perfect thing to go with all this alcohol.
“indeed. Did we tell you us Russians invented sliced bread?” Vlad chirped in.
“truly? Then I thank you for bringing one of the most important invention in mankinds history to the imperium.”
laughing, Vladimir patted Reichstein on the back, Rasputin having already goen off to enjoy his share with the men.
“oh your quite welcome, those germans though, they could never get over how much money the slicing machines brought us. Truly, it was one of russias greatest moments”
“one to go on through history, forever and ever!”
“for ever and ever!”
the two men clasped cups of vodka wine together, drunk it down, and laughed, going to enjoy the night with their men.
For tomorrow, they may all die.
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Post by Nepty on Sept 6, 2015 18:42:36 GMT
"Nicz, do you have it ready?" "Aye, captain." "Then make us an exit." "Copy that." The marines armed with multi-meltas and meltaguns began spraying a continuous stream at the thick window.
Two hours later, they were ready.
According to the techmarine, it was midnight, terra time. Everyone else would be asleep but for a few sentries. The Astartes were on guard, watching for more of the lictor tyranid variants.
"Let's get going." Gessart watched the thunderhawks glide in and out of the hole, ferrying out their predator tanks, their Rhinos, their Land Raider and their other equipment. The marines were the last to go. "Farewell, strange place," muttered Gessart. From the brick ledge outside, he gazed out at the sea of green, lit under the moonlight, as the devastators and techmarine re-sealed the hole they had melted in the window.
The Avenging Sons would not help these aliens, or their allies.
Gessart knew however they could not leave. This place was tied to their forty first millenium in some way. The librarian could sense that much. He could also suggest the malevolent presence of...something, out there, just beyond the gates of this household. He didn't relish finding out what it was.
"Libarian?" he called. The Avenging Sons had reassembled on a field of red bricks called the "Pattio" by the Titan. The night air was cool on Gessart's skin. "I am here, Gessart."
"Have you found anything out? About the...entity?"
"No, Gessart. I just...I fear to go beyond the limits of this neighborhood. Beyond that, the Warp is dark. It is a curtain of blackness."
"What, like a shadow? Are there more Tyranids out there?" demanded Gessart, instinctivly reaching for his bolter.
"No not Tyranids...something else." The man turned and ambled away. Gessart had never learned his name. They all simply called him "Librarian" he was from some other chapter.
"Libarians," he muttered, irritatedly. "Alright astartes, move out!"
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Post by Warork on Sept 6, 2015 19:03:20 GMT
The sun was setting and the land was darkening, long shadows reaching out into the jungle and the shrieking noise of crickets chirping was heavy on the air. Spiers was just about to try out the hammock he'd made out of gigantic leaves from the megavines when his ever faithful vox operator walked up to him with an outstretched hand holding the vox phone.
"One of the Valkyries, sir. Says he's got an auspex contact you should know about." The trooper said in a hushed tone. Spiers took the phone and cleared his throat gruffly.
"This is Eighteenth actual, go ahead." He said. Grainy static greeted him and after a moment a clipped tone came in on the other end.
"Eighteenth actual this is Fireball. I'm up here doing my sweep and I've got several airborne contacts on my auspex return that are heading in your direction."
"Hmmm...more birds?"
"No sir, auspex reads they're made of metal. They're aircraft, sir. They're giving off Imperial beacons too."
"Roger that, Fireball, Eighteenth stands advised. Finish your sweep and RTB."
Spiers didn't wait for the acknowledgement and handed the phone back to his vox man and pulled out his magnoculars in the same movement, his gaze panning towards the darkening sky. It took a few moments of scanning but he finally found them; some stiff winged objects cruising at high altitude, dark silhouettes against an orange sunset. Spiers had been in the guard long enough to know Imperial Navy craft when he saw them.
"Well I'll be damned." He said under his breath.
"Sir?" His vox man asked, having not heard the Colonel.
"Get the mortars on the vox and tell them to shoot off a couple signal flares." Spiers ordered. "We wont be able to get those navy craft on the vox but we can at least tell them where we are."
A minute later two flares went up into the sky just above the treeline and burned a bright magnesium white as they slowly floated down towards the ground. In the darkened sky, they were two pinpricks of unmistakable man made light that was visible for kilometers in every direction.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 19:38:40 GMT
The Lictors stalked through the cavern slowly, some sort of strange metallic beings had gathered in the area, clustering around a large opening in one wall, the opening they had been sent to scout out. Stepping past the odd creatures they stalked out into the darkness. A Human vehicle of some sort laid off to one side, it looked fairly battered. Before they could determine much more they heard the flapping of leathery wings and one of their number was snatched up into the air. Large black furred creatures filled the air, flapping their wings and snatching prey out of the air, how they were able to see the Lictors through their camouflaged skin was unknown, what was known was that they had snatched up a second Lictor. They fled back into the caverns, and called for aid.
The Harridan pulled itself through the hole and took off, rising lazily into the air. The swarm of creatures seemed to part to avoid him and his kin, but it mattered not. The acidic hiss of Bio-Cannons firing rang out through the night as the strange creatures were hit, falling shrieking to the ground. The creatures were faster and more agile than the Harridans, but the Harridans were able to shoot them down nonetheless. Though it would take time to kill or scatter all of them. His Bio-Cannons fired again as one of the creatures crossed into his line of fire, hitting the creature square between the wings and sending it crashing to the ground. A third shot took one in the wing, spiraling it out of control. The creatures didn't even fight back as they were slaughtered, they simply tried to fly further away, which did little to save them.
The Lictors slowly walked back out into the night, the Harridans having cleared the air for them, carefully they spread out, keeping very careful eyes out for more of the damnable creatures. Behind them Warriors and Gaunt were gathering up the victims of the harridans aerial attack. Soon they would know how they were able to locate the Lictors they had killed, and soon they would be able to turn that to their advantage.
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