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The bolter fire tore through the Chaos Space Marines chest, blood sprayed the thick ice behind him before the lifeless marine dropped like a stone. Xrachis drew his blade and slammed it into another of the Alpha Legoniers who had already begun to fall back, with no leader and cultist meat shields they were doomed;

"Kill them all, let the blood flow!"

He screamed his praises to the Dark Gods before charging and firing his twin linked bolter madly at the fleeing Alpha Legion troops, his shots tore apart the legs of one while maiming the other but he stopped. Before the Word Bearers an advancing Predator tank opened fire, even in Terminator armour Xrachis knew he would not survive a blast from the tanks weaponry systems. He dived down and lobbed a dropped Melta bomb that slammed into the side of the Predator and exploded, the tank was reduced to a puddle of molten metal and flesh. His arriving troops and chief Sorcerer , Second Apostle and Scribes arrived as he plucked the half skull from the broken and burnt cockpit of the Predator and snarled.
"Cowards, they sent Cultists!"
He threw down the skull and turned to his Sorcerer, Sarthon who bowed;

"Great Apostle, we have found that the Serpents have begun to send raiding parties to the great machine. We must move quickly if we are to stop them."

Xrachis nodded but he was still displeased, every time he corned the Alpha Legion leader and tore him limb from limb another would replace him.

"....Cowards...., troops search the bodies and see if you can find anything...."

Xrachis looked down a small glinting pendent, he plucked it from the ice and studied it. So small and weak but, intruding. He place it in a small pouch and watched the rest of him troops around him, he knew that the Titan held great power. He would reduce the worlds of the Emperor to ash but the second Apostle who bowed and smiled;

"My lord, new craft have entered the system. They bear the mark of the Inquisition, what are your orders?"

The Second Apostles voice was riddled with treachery and backstabbing thoughts, the Terminator lord growled but turned away;


"Wait until they make their move, the corpse god cannot protect them here."

Character Sheet

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Wargear
Missions reward Wargear which varies depending on mission to mission, this includes Armour, Weapons and abilities and even vehicles. Wargear may be tainted by Chaos and or need repairs meaning you will have to repair them.

Hecroin

A bleak world of ice and storms, Hecroin is inhabited by Chaos scum and pirates. Daemonic beasts stalk the ruined Eldar cities while at thee peak of the planet lies a damaged Titan of great power, now the Chaos forces of the planet seek it for themselves....

The Weather of Hecroin

Ice shard storms: Storms of which long shards of ice crash down onto the surface, these shards tear through armour like a knife through butter.

Acidic rain: The acidic rain of the planet has carved great canyons and mountains, the Acid has been the end of many a pirates...

Players
Tyranic Marta
Gathering Storm
WARORK93
Shas'O'ui Tau Kais
ineptus astartes

Player Profiles

ineptus astartes

Character: Demogorgon
Race: Human/Traitor Marine/Night Lord
Age: 10000 years
Gear: stormbolter, power/chainfist (w/spiky fingers) talisman, scroll of runes, rosarius of chaos. Tactical Dreadnaught Armor, powersword
Rank: Chaos Lord
Powers/abilities: a talisman he keeps with him at all times is his most defining feature, none save demogorgon know what this talisman does.
NPCs: Yheenoghu: Yheenohu is the right hand of Demogorgon, the leader of his Terminator Warriors. He accompanied him from the Tomb Sanguineous and carries a Thunder Hammer and Chaos Shield
Bahpomet: the Havok king, Baphomet delights in murdering his enemies from afar with is Heavy Bolter

Gra’zz’zt: raptor commander: plasma pistol, powersword

Barbhu: Chas Terminator: Death Guard: equipment: powerfist mounted stormbolter: Manreaper.

WARORK93

Name: Edric Thade

Age: 45

Race: Human

Affiliation: Imperial Guard

Designation: Colonel Commissar

Appearance: Tall, 6'6, broad shoulders and strong upper body, scar from right temple down the jawline to the chin, stern in face and strong in jaw, amber eyes and cropped, straw blond hair.

Personality: Thade is a man of his profession, he has experience both in leading men and supporting them. Other commissars think that he is soft, bing merciful where others would be jackbooted. Despite this, Thade has been lauded for his tactical insight and his ability to inspire troops with his "From the front" style of leadership.

Bio: Thade was born on the world of Terrax where he was put into one of the world's many Schola Progeniums. He was placed into the Commissariat due to the abilities he was deemed to have and after many years of training, earned his scarlet sash and peaked cap. He was assigned to the Cadian 98th mechanized regiment and soon took his post, gaining experience in fighting the many chaos assaults on the fortress world. It was then that the greatest and most horrible of Abbadon's crusades struck, Thade and the 98th were in the thick of it and were involved in a rearguard action in the battle of Kasr Faegan which involved brutal fighting against waves of cultists, traitor guard, and lastly, a contingent of Chaos Space Marines. It was in this pitched battle that Thade proved his mettle as a commander. The regiment's command structure was in shambles and in the final crucial moments of the battle, the regiment's commanding officer was struck down with a mortal wound, his last words were to pass his duty to Thade who took up the regimental colors in one hand and his black chainsword in the other and led his men in a counter attack that pushed the chaos forces from the Kasr. Thade went on to lead his regiment for weeks more, by the time it was rotated to reserve, Thade was approved as the troops' commanding officer and led them against Chaos forces for years. Eventually, the 98th was deactivated and Thade was transferred to a desk job at brigade headquarters which he lamented. Later, an Inquisitor named Greystone offered him a position on his retinue, citing his past as an experienced commander and authoritarian as qualifying him for such service. He took the position, knowing that it would be more eventful than any job he could have at his desk.

Equipment: Black greatcoat and peaked cap, combat pants and black polished boots. Master crafted carapace armor, camo cape, Chainsword, power fist, and bolt pistol.


Name: Corporal Lokran Pask

Designation: Kasrkin

Appearance: Tall, almost as tall as Thade himself, cropped black hair, fair skin, deep violet eyes, no real scarring, broad in the chest and shoulders, muscled build.

Age: 30

Equipment: Carapace armor (Black with scarlet and gold trim to reflect his position in the Commissariat), Hellgun with grenade launcher attachment, power bayonet, frag grenades and melta bombs, blessed silver aquila necklace

History: The Corporal was part of an armored fist squad that accompanied Thade on many of his first missions with the regiment. The two built a stable working relationship after Thade's ascension to the regimental commander and in an especially fierce battle defending a temple devoted to the Emperor where the rest of his squad was killed, the Colonel Commissar took the Corporal on as his personal aide working in the Commissariat. After the regiment was folded into another and Thade was transferred to brigade HQ, Pask remained by his Commissar's side, ever loyal to him and the Emperor whom they both served.

Abilities: due to genetic experimenting undergone by Pask with clearance from his Kasrkin status and the Commissariat, Pask has hit performance levels even surpassing those of his kasrkin peers. Though his general physical abilities and training have not been compared to that of an astartes, it is speculated that his abilities approach that of the famed god warriors of the Imperium.

Tyranic Marta

Name: Helmian Gausse (Pronounced Hell-me-an Gow-ss)
Faction: Inquisition
Rank: Inquisitor Lord
Equipment: Artificer Armour, Blade Encarmine, Inferno Pistol, Cyber Familiar.
Retinue:
All of his retinue bear his colors of black and cream:
Inquisitorial Storm troopers:
Jonathan Carks- Plasma gun
Nathan Forjull- Melta gun
Gery Bleath- Handheld multilaser
Inquisitorial henchmen:
Only his cyber familiar
Appearance: Helmian's artificer armour is covered with designs of angels and other celestial beings scrolled into the faces and plates of the armour. His left shoulder pad has the ensign of the Inquisition on it whereas the right has his own personal crest, a pair of angel's wings with an inferno pistol between them. His Blade Encarmine was given to him by a battle brother of the Blood angels who he fought along side for several centuries before the black rage took him and he handed his weapon down to Helmian. His inferno Pistol is a master work of the design, its structure and craftsman ship is close to perfect, having been constructed for him buy a member of the Salamanders chapter long ago. His Cyber familiar is that of a raven that perches on his shoulder at all times. The familiar he uses for messenger work when the need is required as it can often be relied on more than vox whilst in battle. Or in the eye of Terror for that matter. Behind his helmet he has black buzz cut hair and icy blue eyes, his thick rich voice carries easily through a loud room and can bring silence to the most heated of arguments. He often takes the chaplains role upon himself in battle, urging his warriors onwards.
History: Helmian Gausse has led a strong but silent career as an Inquisitor, as a liberal he has often dealt with Inquisitions that are below the public eye. Such as the dealings with Xenos in treaties and the such. He typically works alone as he has the means to raise armies as he moves through systems, his reputation as a true servant of the Emperor a valuable lynch pin to add to his charismatic career. His sources picked up the location of the Chaos titan on planet Hecrois and he was immediatly dispatched to see that whatever forces there were there destroyed it utterly. Such a device must not fall into the hands of anyone. He was hand picked by inquisitor Greystone to lead the inquisitions forces down on the planet. Greystone was notably more of a commander than a fighter and he never quite couldmotivate troops like Helmian could. The two had been posted in an inquisition near the ghost worlds fighting all manner of unspeakable evils side by side, now centuries later Helmian returns to the front lines side by side with Greystone once more.

Lord of Change

Name: Victorus "Vic" Elixan
Age: 27
Wargear: Imperial Issue Power Sabre (broken); Las-pistol; Knife; Improvised Demo Charges
Race: Human
Affiliation: Renegade
Rank: Imperial Guardsmen Deserter (Formerly Sergeant)
Powers and abilities: A particularly stealthy individual, who may have a low psychic potential.
Comrades: Hectorus "Hector" Atlan; Katerina "Kat" Iala; Theodore "Talon" Mathola
Background:

Victor was once a rather adept Imperial Guardsman who managed to survive for six years during a horrendous campaign against Heretic forces. During which time he was promoted to the rank of Sergeant.

However, during the last battle of this war (which ultimately secured Imperial victory), the squad which he led was completely wiped out. With the rest of the Imperial Forces focused on the immediate after effects of the battle, which were securing an Imperial Hive City, Victor was forgotten about and abandoned to die on the Throne Forsaken world he had fought so dearly to save.

Of course, this was not the end. Determined to rejoin his comrades, he searched the, now abandoned, battlefield for survivors. Astonishingly, he found a total of three other soldiers during this time, which had clearly been left for dead.

Eventually, the quartet found civilisation once more, where they elected to leave the planet they had almost given their lives to save. Secretly stowing themselves into a freighter ship which was scheduled to leave for an unknown destination, the four set off into the void, in an attempt to forget their miserable past...

Hmmm...

... I wonder what I'll have to put up for the char sheet, seeing as there is all this secrecy I have to maintain...

... anyway, good tto see the thread up, and I bet it'll be good...

Hey Reaper...you mind if I add an NPC to my sheet? It just crossed my mind that usually Commissar's have aides...

...

That came out wrong...

If I had coffee it would now be all over my computer, and I would be laughing like hell...

... then of course I'd be pissed I spilt good coffee...

Feel free to do so WARORK.

Character Sheet:

-=Information salvaged from the wreckage of an Imperial Ship by Inquisitor Helmian Guasse=-

Buffering . . .

<<File Corrupted>>

Name: Star Serpent
Age: [UNKNOWN]
Wargear: [UNKNOWN]
Race: C'tan
Affiliation: -=Insufficient Data=-
Rank: Star God
Powers and abilities: -=Insufficient Data=-
Servants: -=System Error=-

<<Data under process of extraction by Inquisitor Greystone>>

<<Information will be updated as data is recovered>>

<<Limited data retrieval successful>>

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Conflict. Darkness. Betrayal... These thoughts were prominent yet distant... harking back to an earlier and simpler time...

"It is time... yes, time... time to finish this..."

Oi thats cheating, make it transperant so we can all see

Personal log of Inquisitor Helmian Gausse 41.381.7.21
Abord the Amoneo Obscurum subsector 11.9.Alpha

I was contacted today by Inquisitor Greystone, his message was short but valuable. The chaos forces on the planet where he is presently at have produced a titan of indefined power. Understandably with the defeat of the Arch Daemon Syrath not three months previously we are anxious to see any form of the chaos gods will crushed. We dont need anouther servant of the chaos gods wreaking quite the havok that that particular daemon did. I will depart at 0700 for the planet where upon I fully expect to be briefed on the situation. Greystone's message was far too brief for me to get a proper understanding of the situation. The Amoneo Obscurum will be able to make the journey in 5 days.

Personal log of Inquisitor Helmian Gausse 41.381.7.26
Abord the Amoneo Obscurum approaching the galactic eastern rim of the eye of Terror

I met with Inquisitor Greystone today, he made it quite clear to me the situation. And frankly it is not a position to be envied where I am. The chaos forces on the planet have recently become more and more active, and indeed the pirates surrounding said planet havee had to push out from the planet furthur for fear of unprovoked attacks of madness. The Amoneo obsurum has already destroyed several pirate vessals that have strayed within the range of her guns. Emperor willing they will learn to stay away from us.

I am to lead a forward group down to the planet to begin a primary assessment of the planet's inhabitants threat level to the inquisition. I am to be accompanied by three inquisitorial storm trooper's who have shown distinction in the inquisition. They are equipped with the equipment required to make this mission a success and I fervently hope that their backbone is as strong as it has been professed. Or I suspect none of us will live through this mission, Emperor protects.

The forces of the Inquisition are still slow to approach the planet, Inquisitor Greystone has been having difficulty getting through to the high lords of Terra exactly how dangerous this planet could be, he sent for me as reinforcements both on the planet and on a political level. As for reasons mentioned previously in my logs I have attained the position of Inquisitor Lord. Perhaps Inquisitor greystone needs the extra clout. Perhaps not, regardless my duty is to the Emperor and the Imperium.

May the Emperor's light guide my path and the foul scum of Xenos and Chaos be purged before me.

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The planet below the Amoneo obsurum is shouded in the foul shadows of priate vessels. And so Inquisitor Lord Helmian Gausse is having trouble seeing the planet itself through his flagship's viewports. He glances down at the missive held in his gauntleted hand and lets out a mighty rumbling sigh. The high lords of Terra finally approved the mission. The last few days had been... stressful to say the least. The high lords had been fighting the mission every step of the way, trying to avoid engaging the warriors of chaos on thier own turf. The fools thought misguidedly that if they forced chaos to come to them then they could fend them off. Helmian shook his head, the only result that, that path could bring was the eventual destruction of the Cadian gate. Helmian had recently heard intellegence that the forces of chaos below were working on ways to teleport thier new toy great distances across the galaxy by useing warp sorcery. Who knew what terror could abound if the titan could be dropepd into the middle of a hive city, destroy it and then flee before reinforcements could be dispatched.

No the battle had to be taken to chaos, the time for defenses was over. Helmian fingered the handle of the mighty sword on the table before him. Soon it would taste chaos flesh once more. He turned from the view port his Cyber familiar Ymir swaying on his shoulder. The sword now held in his grip as he tread softly down the corridor to his command center. Unpon reaching it he heard a set of three pairs of footsteps marching down the corridor, his new retinue, the Fist of Gausse, as they had been honorarily named. As he turned they snapped to attention.
"Ready for orders sah!!"
Helmian looked at the troopers with no small amount of pride, these three men were the best of the best in the Inquisitorial circles. He was admittedly honored to have them serving under him. And a little saddened as he was unsure if the three of them would even make it out alive from this planet. He saluted formally back before setting them to ease. And gesturing towards the command center his slow rumbling voice filled the air.
"I trust you are aware of the plan for the attack? I recently was sent a missive detailing the high lords final statement of support and the blessing of the Ecclesiarchy for our mission"
The three men looked relieved. They had been waiting for the order to move out for just under fifteen days and patience among them had been beginning to wear thin.
"We live to serve sah, our mission detail has already been seen to and understood sah!"
Helmian nodded his head slowly
"Good then we move out at 1200 hours, understood?"
The three men snapped to attention once more before bellowing
"SAH YES SAH!!!"

OOC: It's not cheating. Where would the suspense and tension be if all was revealed straight away...

I'll update the Character sheet as more is unveiled...

Screw suspense i wanna see him >.< jks its all good

Records 89.66.55, Chaos transmission, picked up after increased Chaos movement

[This Relic is a spoil of war....we shall deliver it...to our reborn lord!....]

[...He shall rise again!.....Take the relic.....and we shall be.....rewarded.]

[Our master...will return...but the.....relic....must be given!]

Ah well, I better post then!

Name: Victorus "Vic" Elixan
Age: 27
Wargear: Imperial Issue Power Sabre (broken); Las-pistol; Knife; Improvised Demo Charges
Race: Human
Affiliation: Renegade
Rank: Imperial Guardsmen Deserter (Formerly Sergeant)
Powers and abilities: A particularly stealthy individual, who may have a low psychic potential.
Comrades: Hectorus "Hector" Atlan; Katerina "Kat" Iala; Theodore "Talon" Mathola
Background:

Victor was once a rather adept Imperial Guardsman who managed to survive for six years during a horrendous campaign against Heretic forces. During which time he was promoted to the rank of Sergeant.

However, during the last battle of this war (which ultimately secured Imperial victory), the squad which he led was completely wiped out. With the rest of the Imperial Forces focused on the immediate after effects of the battle, which were securing an Imperial Hive City, Victor was forgotten about and abandoned to die on the Throne Forsaken world he had fought so dearly to save.

Of course, this was not the end. Determined to rejoin his comrades, he searched the, now abandoned, battlefield for survivors. Astonishingly, he found a total of three other soldiers during this time, which had clearly been left for dead.

Eventually, the quartet found civilisation once more, where they elected to leave the planet they had almost given their lives to save. Secretly stowing themselves into a freighter ship which was scheduled to leave for an unknown destination, the four set off into the void, in an attempt to forget their miserable past...

I've added your profile Lord of Change.

Thanks mate.

The Imperial Freighter translates out of the Warp into a relatively calm area of space. An area which is unknown to the stowaways.

It was surreal, to venture far beyond the lands he called home, without a Commisar barking at him; or another superior officer ordering him what to do. Freedom. It was new and unfamiliar concept. Vic started to uncontrollably smile at his comrades, as elation rushed over him.

And then it was ruined, in an instant. When the alarm sirens of the freighter began blaring. Something was not quite right...

We will begin to post once the others have, but thank you for the intro

blood reaper wrote:Records 89.66.55, Chaos transmission, picked up after increased Chaos movement

[This Relic is a spoil of war....we shall deliver it...to our reborn lord!....]

[...He shall rise again!.....Take the relic.....and we shall be.....rewarded.]

[Our master...will return...but the.....relic....must be given!]

Is this for me or just in general?

General, but now I've got the first message for everyone from nice ol' Xrachis.

"Weaklings of the Imperium I am Xrachis the Great Apostle!, I know you are there. Hiding in the cold void of space, fearful of our soon to be weapon and know this. We cannot and will not be stopped, I have fought your lick spittle warriors who are like twigs and will snap with utter ease. No Imperial warrior has survived my wrath, hear me when I tell you that not even[censored] will stop me from my quest of destruction and zeal for the Dark GODS!"

I will post tomorrow, maybe. Packed schedule, so the day after tomorrow at the latest.

41.381.8.15
Hellmian turns to the vox caster spitting those hateful words
He strides over to the console and barks at the technician"Open a channel, now!"
"Right away sah"
Seconds later the technician nods his head and thumbs up
"You have a line sah"
Helmian growls down the vox line
"This is Inquisitor Lord Helmian Gausse, I will warn you, this once. Cease hostile operations and submit yourself for purging else we will be forced to take offensive measures."
The slightly amused voice that comes back through the feed confirms Helmian's thoughts
"Is that the best you can do, [i]lord? Im quivering in my greaves"[/i]
The sarcasm in the traitors voice puts Helmians back up.
"Now that we have the formalities out of the way and you have been officially warned I can warn you unnoficially. If you dont surrender within the next 4 hours then I'm going to come down there and shove my sword so far up your guts youll be spitting powersparks out of your nose, you hear me?"
The typically cynical voice dissmisses Helmian's threat with a vocal wave
"Dont make me laugh Inquisitor the only sparks I spit are the ones the chaos gods see fit to grant me. If you even set foot on my planet I will have you seen to."
Helmian chuckles coldly
"Oh you'll see me alright"
He closes the channel
"Open a line to Inquisitor Greystone, as the commanding officer here he should know what has been said, relay him the conversation I just had off record. He will need to start profiling this traitor, give him everything we got from that vox conversation right down to breath count analysis."
"I'm on it sah"
Helmian turns to his retinue,
"We are going to head over to Greystone's flagship for an emergency theatre of war. Then we will go down to the planet ahead of scedule, give these dogs something to choke on."

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Inquisitor Gausse and his retinue took his personal stormraven gunship, Angelus Umbra over to Greystone's flagship. When they walked into his command center they heard a repeat of the conversation Helmian had with the traitor Xrachis, and this was accompanied by the chuckling of the Inqusitor himself. In his commanding dress the Inquisitor appeared less formidable than the Inquisitor lord approaching him but he nonetheless had an aura of power about him. He and helmian respected one anouther as equals regardless of the fact that Helmian was a higher rank. Neither of them really cared and often ignored the prefix to his profession.
"Inquisitor Guasse, I have to say you are one stubborn sob, do you know how many times we've tried to get a word in with that dog? No matter, I'm sure you realise that we need to move immediatly."
"Indeed Inquisitor Greystone, I have become aware also that the pirates circling the planet have pulled back to the far side. Perhaps now would be the time to strike?"
"A good time indeed, be warned however that a Ice storm is going to hit the southern hemisphere of the planet here. (he points to a blinking dot on the planetary map infront of him that takes up about half a continent) In about 30 minutes, so it would be a good idea to stay off that continent, its quite a southern storm too, so head for the equator."
"I hear you, is it true that one of those ice shards shore straight through a chaos terminator?"
"It is true, so stay away from the southern and northern poles if you can help it. And make sure your retinue takes enviromental disruption suits, the acid rain isnt conducive to a pretty face."
"Affirmative, you hear that? You three need to go and get your suits, move out, I'll meet you back here in fifteen minutes."
"Sah yes sah, Right away sah"

"Foolish human, I have room on my trophy rack for your head. Sorcerer prepare warp rift, and have a Techmarine begin titan orbital weapon repairs!"

Xrachis snarls and moves towards the red ring on energy and enters it, the sorcerer follows along with several Chaos Space Marines. As they arrive at the Titans outskirts they quickly stop when they see the automatic weapons are still functioning and the burnt, smoking remains of several pirating vehicles.....

"It seems that we have a challenge ahead."

A long, black arrow slid silently through space, it was a blakc shape, cloaceked, painted in the black of space, dotted by 'stars' affixed ot the hull.

it was a ship whoes name was feared thoughout the imperium: In Midnight Clad a Strike Cruiser, it was filled with the Legion of the Black Sea. though their purpose was not to invade...yet.

A single flash was just audible before the ship hid behind an asteroid, a singe, black shape sped towards the surface.

a thunderhawk.

"At long last, My mission will be complete...the secrets of millennia to be unfolded before me..."

The Chaos Sorcerer moved towards the Great Apostle, he raised his glowing staff that shimmered with Chaotic energy;

"Lord, a craft has entered orbit. The crafts radar shielding wad blatantly arrogant and easy to bypas, I believe they seek an artifact on this world."

"Leave it, but alert the Alpha Legion to it's pressence."

Personal log of Inquisitor Helmian Gausse 41.381.8.15
Abord Inquisitor Greystone's flagship subsector 11.9.Alpha

I am going to head down to the planet with my retinue in the next half hour or so. Emperor willing the four of us will survive this assault and subsequent retreat however my gut is telling me that not all is well. I feel like I'm walking into a trap... We shall see.

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As Helmian straps himself into his seat in Angelus Umbra, he cant help but wonder what would happen to his body if he fell in this mission, would he be left in the dust so to speak? or would he be brought back to his peers? No most likely his body would be mutilated and reanimated by the sorceries of chaos for thier amusement. He gritted his teeth and growled slightly drawing looks from his retinue. He would not, could not allow that to happen. Not only would it destroy his honor but also the morale of the Inquisition. He had an obligation to make this mission a success. Not only to himself, but to every single inquisitorial storm trooper in the army.

The Angelus Umbra suddered slightly as it was lifting of, a product of the artificial gravity in the hold. Trying to pull it down but at the same time not natural. The ship however was in capable hands Helmians Pilot 17793 was a techpriest who had bonded himself with the Angelus Umbra over 5 centuries ago. Since then he had flown over 9000 missions in the name of his Inquisitor. Helmian had rewarded the priest with whatever upgrades he desired for his ship and so the Stormraven was one of a kind, sacrificing its dreadnought transport capacity for the storage of a Rhino, it supported 4 twin linked lascannon mounts, 2 quad points and ten missle mounts. However the ship would be flying quiet on this mission, only firing loud if they were pinged.

Helmian looked around the cabin andthen to the back where the Rhino was situated. The Emporio Vault was the result of 45 years of tinkering. It was mounted with a pair of twin linked plasma cannon turrets in the form of pintle mounted positions. The armour had been reinforced and upgraded to be extremely resiliant and resistant to fire, however it was forced to sacrifice transport room and the Rhino standard ten power armoured warriors was cut back to the Razorback's 6. But for Helmian and his retinue the Vehicle was perfect. His retinue would drive and man the turrets and Helmian could prepare himself for battle, heal the wounds of his retinue if they were injured, communicate with the rest of the inquisition, the possibilities for the Rhino's uses were almost endless.

The Angeuls Umbra made it through the atmosphere without too much trouble and angled towards the equator, its jamming field was fully active and Helmian was sure that they were undiscovered. Soon the Stormraven touched down in the equatorial wastes, the sparse collection of near dad trees was quite capable of hiding the Angelus Umbra until their return. The disembarcation ramp slammed down and the Emporio Vault Rumbled its way onto the wastes ready to wreak havok.

The Apostle looked over at the newly arrived humans, one of his Havoc's raised his las-cannon but the Great one knocked him back and sighed;

"The foe do not know we are hear, we have an advantage. We should not squander it."

He pointed his twin-linked Bolter at one of the forests clearings, the area was open enough for a perfect ambush far to perfect. He spotted Alpha Legion marines moving in, carry Auto-Cannons and Flamers. Those dry trees would light up in seconds, he smiled.

"Kill two birds with one stone!"

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The Rhino's Dozer blade made short work of the trees and smashed its way into the open wastes, from behind them they heard the sound of massive gunshots and Helmian instinctivly ducked, seconds later explosions rippled around the area and Nathan swung the Rhino round as quickly as its tracks would allow, presenting the heavily armoured front to the attackers. Helmian opened the hatch and took a look at the attackers, several Chaos space marines were firing wide barreled autocannons at the Rhino, but thier accuracy was neglible and the few shots that did hit the tank at this distance barely dented the heavily armoured hull. (Front av 13 side av 12 rear av 11)

Helmian went back down into the tank and tapped on the door separating the Drivers seat from the main Transport chamber,
"Brother Nathan would you kindly drive us closer to those wretches?"
Now that the group were away from the ship Helmian had them treat him like just anouther guardsman, they had even given him a nickname
"Gotcha Hellblade, we'll be ontop of 'em momentarily"
"Thats it brother, lets bring the rain"
"Affirmative Hellblade"
Helmian turned to the other two inhabitants of the tank, both guardsmen still waiting for orders.
"Take the turrets when we get closer, the plasmaguns will tear them apart. Ill close into close combat with them. I would prefer it if you stayed here. You will be more effective on the guns"
Gery nodded and punched Jonathan's shouolder lightly.
"Agreed Hellblade, may the best man win aye Plasmaboy?"
Jonthan grinned cracking his bionic knuckles, his hands having been blown off by a badly discharged plasma burst.
"Best man win indeed"

He and Gery got ready to 'shove the hatches' an act where they would stand up explosivley through the hatchway manning the turrets and firing before the Chaos Marines could respond. By now Helmian was sure that the traitors would have noticed the double turret mount but it diddnt bother him. Now amount of readyness could prepare them for the accuracy of those two Guardsmen.

Nathan banged on the door,
"Optimum spring in 15"
Helmian drew his sword and pistol and waited watching the two guardsmen count the seconds down before standing shoving the hatches out of the way and firing. The repeated pulses of plasma fire were drowned out by Helmian slamming the Rhino's side door open and charging out and into cover behind a rock. His plasma pistol sparked and an incandescant ball of plasma shot out desintegrating the head of a flamer wielding marine that had been the closest to his position. He waited for the distinct sound of the reload before charging out from behind the rocks.

His hand came up and he fired a shot that smashed through the chestplate of a marine scorching his hearts to a crisp. Then he was in. His Glaive Encarmine slashing through the chest of a traitor only to rise and sheer through the chainblade of anouther to rip through the marines skull. The fighting was short and bloody, the guardsmen having already decimated most of the marines with accurate plasma fire. Helmian looked around with disgust. His two handed sword powering down.

The marines bore the marks of the Alpha Legion and thier armour and weapons were ancient. Intellegence suggested that the chaos on the planet were divded between two factions, it felt like a trap. He sprinted back to the Rhino's hatch before heavy bolter shells started raining around him.

Personal Journal of Colonel Commissar Edric Thade 41.381.7.24

Today the general staff was informed that one Inquisitor Greystone would be attending, naturally the offices were buzzing with chatter but the day went on as usual. By noon I was up to my arms in the usual paperwork when a knock came at my door. Initially, I thought it was just Pask coming to inform me of something or hand me another armful of damnable papers but I was surprised to see my faithful aide leading none other than the Inquisitor himself into my office. What the man wanted to say to me I had no idea but even being an officer of the Commissariat I have to admit having to quell a thrill of fear in my system at having to speak with an Inquisitor. As a man of my profession, I have had to deal with members of the Inquisition before but very rarely have I met one face to face before. Regardless, there was something in the Inquisitor's face that reassured me and at first we simply exchanged greeting pleasantries, the conversation was, however, eventually turned by the inquisitor to my own battlefield experiences and we spoke for several minutes on the subject of my and my regiment's battle records. After the conversation was over, the inquisitor left me a little baffled but seeing as nothing serious had come from the matter, I left well enough at that and got back to my tedious work.

Personal Journal of Colonel Commissar Edric Thade 41.381.7.25

Today at noon, just about the same time Inquisitor Greystone had come to visit me yesterday, Pask again came to me with another development. This time he held a data slate and handed it to me smartly, standing at attention until he was dismissed as usual. When asked what the slate said, he told me he didn't know, that it had been labeled as "for my eyes only." Unsure of what was going on, I pressed my thumb on the slate's DNA scanner and it opened itself for me to see what was written. I have to admit being wide eyed in astonishment as I read that the Inquisitor Greystone was "requisitioning" my services to that of the Inquisition for the foreseeable future and that I was to report to a transport at the docks by no later than 01500. Needless to say this took me a couple reads to fully grasp what I had read. I am now in service to the Emperor's most holy Inquisition, though for what I am by no means sure. I trust that it will be quite more fulfilling than this desk job though.

Personal Journal of Colonel Commissar Edric Thade 41.381.8.15
Aboard Inquisitor Greystone's flagship subsector 11.9.Alpha

It has been nearly the course of three weeks since my departure from Brigade HQ and I must say the first few weeks of my service to Inquisitor Greystone have been uneventful to say the least. I and the rest of his retinue have been suspended in orbit above the planet Hecroin, a bleak little barbaric world of ice storms and acid rain, what we are doing her I am unsure but the news is that a Chaos uprising on the planet below has garnered the attention of the Inquisition and therefore the Imperium. Already a fleet of Imperial ships hangs above the planet while below the forces of the guard and armies of the Inquisition begin to form up and spread out, trying to make contact with the hostile forces on the planet. I can only hope that Inquisitor Greystone has a plan for this situation. Knowing the Inquisition's success rate and having researched Greystone and the rest of his retinue as far as my clearance will let me, I am certain that he does. I'm just tired of all this blasted waiting.

41.381.8.15

In the viewport the little world spun under clouds of white and green, forever enveloped in a blanket of darkness. Thade could only imagine what the ground of that planet must have been like to walk on. And at this rate he would only be imagining it, it seemed the Inquisitor Greystone liked to take his time and while watching the space travel of several large and small vessels around his flagship was amusing, after a while it rather bored Thade. Suddenly, Thade was aware of strong boots echoing on the metal floor, headed for him. Thade didn't need to turn around to see who it was.

"Sir, The Inquisitor has requested yours and the retinue's presence at once for briefing." Pask said unceremoniously as he always did, standing at rigid attention. Thade nodded but did not turn from the viewport and absently scratched the scar that ran down his face.

"Tell him I will be there promptly." Thade said simply in his full voice and dismissed Pask who saluted him smartly and marched away, leaving Thade to look at the planet below him. The meeting was a good sign, maybe he would be headed into action again where he belonged soon.

Good on you for picking up the date
and your embarrassing me now >.<

Tyranic Marta wrote:Good on you for picking up the date
and your embarrassing me now >.<

Ah well then let me embarrass you further...the date on your last post is 7.21 even though earlier you state it as 8.15...

??? crap

fixed it