The Great Heresy (Alternate Horus Heresy RP)

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**Berserksteve**

Manus nodded to Corax. "What is you wish to speak of?"

**Mordoskul**

(Perturabo)

1-10 Tactics Test

**Mordoskul**

(Atal)

The nine worlds of the Atalian Empire are guarded by massive orbital fortresses, each capable of reducing a battle fleet to carbon-scored debris. The Atalians themselves fight in sleek starships that skip across the Warp, appearing in and out of reality seemingly at random and impossible to track with automated weapons. Before any of you can begin an attack on any of the non-compliant worlds, you will fist have to disable the orbital fortresses.

**Mordoskul**

(Golmor)

The fetid swamplands of Golmor are rank with the stench of the alien greenskin. The Orks and their degenerate kin swarm in the billions across the grey-green surface of the murky world, having destroyed the Imperial outpost established a century ago. A small Ork 'fleet' hangs in orbit, daring the Astartes to bring war to the swampy planet below.

**darksage**

Fulgrim had called for the most prestigious artist on the expedition to accumulate together on his Flagship. The nature of this meeting was a mystery to everyone on the ship, excluding his lord commanders, who had been consulted on the matter before hand. Fulgrim took a long moment looking over the crowd, to build anticipation for the coming announcement.
"Painters, Asartes, avid listeners. I bring you together today to bring about a change to the legion as a whole." Gasps escaped many in the audience, then a hushed silence fell over all, awaiting for the Primarch to continue.
"When the Emperor first recovered me on Chemos, I was informed that a tragedy had befallen my Legion. After I spoke to the remainder of the Legion my words had touched my Fathers heart. On the spot he declared us the Emperor's Children. I'm not the same man he liberated from Chemos. My Legion has grown and under me, they have prospered. I am no longer a child. From now on, we shall be known as Sons Of The Phoenix." Cheering erupted from the audience. " Now, the reason you're here. I ask this of you, paint the colors fit for the phoenician."

**Mordoskul**

(Mirian)

The idyllic forests of Mirian are in full bloom, and exotic flowers gently spiral from the ground from the canopy many miles above. For thousands of years, this world has lain untouched, a paradise in a sea of death. However, after the Imperium arrived on the planet, and established a working society, the Eldar responded. The enigmatic xenos demanded that the Imperium leave the world or face utter annihilation. The Imperials refused, and soon reports of slender figures killing off stragglers in the night began trickling in. After several months, the Imperial presence all but evaporated, taken in the night by bands of alien warriors.

**Mordoskul**

(Derval)

The strange world of Derval seems to be utterly empty, devoid of even plant life, covered in mirrored, hexagonal tiles. What interested the Mechanicum however, was the strange radio signals coming from the interior of the planet. To the horror of the expeditionary force, the tiles uprooted themselves, revealing them to be advanced machines akin to large spiders, which fires streams of silver fire from their legs. The Mechanicum still demands to know what lurks beneath the surface, and the Warmaster has obliged.

**blood reaper**

Half the World Eaters fleet hangs in a area of unknown space , Angron's plans unknown too the Legion. His anger still burning like a fiestorm over Sangius becoming Warmaster.
"World Eaters are we ready to shed the blood of Xenos!"
"For Angron , for the Emperor!" Shout the masses of World Eater Marines standing before Angron.
"Crush and destroy these Mechanical monstrocietys! burn and destroy the enemy!"
The World Eaters ships prepare to decend apon the planet

**Mordoskul**

(Angron)

The drop pods of the World Eaters smash into the mirrored surface of Derval, cracking the tiles with the force of their entry. Line after line of Astartes march out onto the utterly empty plain, feeling a slight sense of unease. Suddenly, the ground heaves, and thousands of tiles uproot themselves, revealing strange spider-like machines that discharge silver lightning from their forelimbs. The lightning punches through the armor of the Astartes like a blade through paper, killing hundreds in the first volley, their atoms utterly obliterated.

**blood reaper**

"Blasted machines! and that foolish Warmaster! Order the fleet to bomb the planet and then deploy the Bezerkers! And were are the other legions?"
Angron roars in fury

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

"White Scars, the World Eaters are already upon this world! But, it seems as if the need our aid! Be fast, be strong, and we will cleanse this world of Xenos! For the Emperor!"

**Mordoskul**

(Angron)

The planet shudders as thousands of tons of atomic death rain down upon it. The landing force is obliterated, as well as the strange robots. New pods slam into the surface, disgorging hundreds of battle-crazed warriors who tear into the machines with brutal chainswords. The tide begins to turn, and the berserkers force the steel tide back.

**blood reaper**

"YES KILL AND DESTROY!" Angron shouts .
He heads to the hanger with other Bezerkers to begin his assault on the planet. Hundreds of Bezerkers tear through the machines that inhabit the planet , cuting them down with Chainaxe and blade. But as the White Scars arrive they witness the destruction caused by the Blood Crazed warriors of Angron.

**Mordoskul**

(Khan)

The drop pods of the White Scars smash into the surface of Derval, throwing up shards of mirrored metal. The warriors of the Khan are confronted by a strange sight; the Astartes of the World Eaters appear to be in the throws of their famous rages, but this unlike anything the White Scars have ever seen. The frenzied warriors beat wrecked pieces of machinery against the ground, reveling in it's destruction, to their horror, the World Eaters turn on each other, ripping into one another's flesh with their whirring chainblades.

ANGRON 1-10 TO CONTROL YOUR TROOPS!

**blood reaper**

10
Let the slaughter commece BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

"ANGRON!" I shout, desperate for his attention. "Scars! Stay back!"

**Mordoskul**

(Derval)

The berserkers, for that is all that they can be called, charge the lines of the White Scars, screaming madly, their blood-greed focused by the appearance of new 'foes'. Throwing themselves into battle, chainblades sever limbs in showers of gore, and the blood maddened warriors continue to press deeper into the ranks of the Khan.

**blood reaper**

"What Khan? my Warriors have become rage incarnate. Fearless warriors who revel in Blood shed. But it seems you have dissipointed me , leave none alive Slaughter them all!"
Angron charges along side his mad warriors

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

"What?! You dare betray me Angron! It seems you are dillusional. Be fast and strong Scars!"

**blood reaper**

"Bring me Khan! He could still be some use to us , and deploy more Bezerkers!"
Angron drives his Chainaxe into a White Scar marines head
"Join me fools and I will spare your lives!"

**Mordoskul**

(Derval)

The Primarch of the World Eaters is terrible to behold, his twin axes coated with gore as he charges the lines of the White Scars. The Scars hold their own, blowing holes in their erstwhile Battle-Brothers, shocked that this battle is even taking place.

(Khan, are you attending this battle personally?)

**Mordoskul**

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**Raynor933**

Rogal Dorn sits on the bridge of the Phalanx, the massive ship and fortress of the Imperial Fists Legion, thousands of light-years from Angron's sudden and unprecedented treachery. The many battle-barges and strike cruisers of the Imperial Fists and the Imperial Expeditionary force accompanying them float through space, beyond the detection range of the hostile fortresses.
A pity we have to destroy such well-placed entrenchments, thinks Dorn, watching the actions of the serf crew around him, but they may be replaced with yet better ones once we own the system. The starships themselves would prove to be another problem entirely; while stealth and speed could disable some emplacements before they even realized they were under attack, the Imperial ships simply could not touch the Atalian vessels. The only sensible plan for hitting the sleek vessels, which were somehow immune to the most advanced cogitators the Adeptus Mechanicus could build and thus impossible to hit with ranged weaponry, was ramming, but it seemed unlikely that the enemy would stay in one place for long enough for such a tactic to work. They had displayed an unnerving ability to skip through the warp, making tactical movements faster than even the notoriously slippery Eldar.
Dorn turns to the vidscreen to his left, which is in contact with the ships of the other Legions assigned to hit Atal. "Bretheren," he begins, "I believe that we must lure the Atailian fleet into close combat and crush it, then use the very planets themselves as weapons; by keeping them between our fleets and the battle stations we will be immune to their fire, and we will sneak Thunderhawks across the atmosphere to hit the stations from below. Then we may begin orbital operations as we see fit. At least, this is my proposal."

**shroud010**

Brother most unfortunate news, ill recieved information that your planet may, excuse me, is in trouble. i suggest at the minimal keep whatever are your important assets are on Medusa keep them off. then do your mass evacution, but whatever you wish to do about my warning is no insult to me

**Mordoskul**

(Rogal Dorn)

1-10 Tactics Test

**blood reaper**

"A messege to all Adeptus Astartes Legions! Join my rebellion against the Imperium of Mankind and serve under a new power. The power of Chaos!"

**Raynor933**

7, although at the moment this is a proposal and nothing has been ordered yet.

**shroud010**

the raven gaurd in reserve see the world eaters betrayal. i summon my artilarry to surport the white scars. as my infantry began attacking their rear gaurd. my armor, tanks, split in two as one half attack the world eaters and the other support the white scars.
Khan hold your line, ill save you brother

**Berserksteve**

Manus gazed at him in shock "What is on Medusa? Tell more now, brother and why did you learn about this before me." Manus put his hand on Corax's shoulders and looked him in the eyes "Please tell me."

**Mordoskul**

(Corax)

1-10 Tactics