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Ultramarine Librarian with Freaky Familiar





Things were not looking good. Hive Hasselgrave was quite literally in the path of an unstoppable juggernaut. Hordes of walkers strode purposefully towards the hive city. It almost seemed to recoil in fear from the massive host arrayed against it. Or perhaps it was the damage it had suffered from building-sized ordnance toted by the largest of the gargantuan effigies. In typical ork fashion, the biggest guns had already fired, desperate to cause some damage. It raised the question: if they could do that kind of damage at long range, what would they like at close quarters? Gargants, Stompas, Orknaughts, Deff Dreads, and Killa Kans walked as one, of all shapes and sizes. In fact, it almost looked similar to a small ork force. The Killa Kans cowered in huddles behind the larger Deff Dreads, who in turn followed the directions of the larger war machines. Still orks. Just scaled up.
And their attackers were most certainly not.

Aurelius gazed in horrified awe at the massive army. It was like nothing he’d ever seen before, not that it was easy to spy them: the oily black clouds of exhaust smoke belched up was nearly impenetrable. It blotted out the sun, according to Colonel Halter, the Cadian commander-in-chief. His men had arrived in the nick of time, and deployed just as quickly. Basilisk and Wyvern artillery batteries waited patiently behind the thick curtain wall, spotter units in the infantry companies relaying back data for the big guns. Other infantrymen toted missile launchers and lascannons, whilst others hunkered down in bunkers, manning the semi-automated defence weapons. Against a smaller force, this would be enough. Even with Strikeforce Praetoria taking the field alongside their battle brothers, it would be nearly impossible. Once again, Aurelius gave a prayer of thanks that he would not be fighting alone.

3 companies of the New Order Chapter were already set up, their purple and white banners displayed with honour over the ramparts. And the Titans. Where would they be without the Titans? Ten of the god-machines stood arrayed in front of the beleaguered city. In the shadow of these indomitable warriors, the ork force seemed to quail. Yet even the Warlord Titan, the behemoth which dwarfed it’s compatriots, would not be enough. Aurelius only hoped that divine luck was on their side. Even if his allies couldn’t hold back the tide of iron and flesh, his Ultramarines would do their best. They would play their part. It was all they could do.

“Battle Barge Rath's Honour, this is Aurelius. Requesting update on ground forces.”

“++Still advancing. 40% of Ork forces have passed the markers set by the Cadian recon forces.++”

“Tell them to hold fire. The more orks we can catch in the blast radius, the better. Are your guns ready?”

“++Aye, Acting-Captain. The serfs await my command.++”

“Good.” Aurelius nodded. “No matter what I say, maintain bombardment until I give the command.”

“++Acting-Captain, you know I still don’t appreciate- ++”

“I know. That’s why I’m in the vanguard. If anything does go wrong, I’ll be the first to suffer.”

“++You don’t need to take this risk, Had.++”

“Vandis, my friend. What would our Sicarius do? What would that Templar Karak do? I must live up to my legacy as an Astartes. Besides, tales of honour and glory don’t write themselves.”

“++Best of luck, Acting-Captain.++”


Inside the drop pod, Aurelius breathed deeply. If this went wrong, he’d be dead. Very, very dead. Dropping into a heavily crowded warzone was one thing. Dropping on the heels of an orbital strike was another. Dropping blind, into a literal firestorm, under the feet of giants, was quite simply the riskiest idea Hadris Aurelius had ever followed. It was also the best, if it worked.
If.
He knew that it would be worst for the first pod that entered. Naturally, Aurelius was in this pod, with the rest of his retinue. The rest of the strikeforce would have it easier. Other Drop Pods from the rest of Strikeforce Praetoria would be able to lock in on the locator beacon attached to Aurelius’ artificer armour, and home in to their commander’s position. That was the theory.
Of course, if he was killed, there wouldn’t be artificer armour, let alone a locator beacon.

‘Note to self – Stop being so pessimistic.’ Aurelius thought to himself.
‘Why not? By understanding the combat situation by a worst-case basis, you prepare for the worst.’
‘Yes, but there really is nothing we can do now. We’re already dropping.’
‘Just try to keep your head on then.’


He looked at the altimeter. In ten seconds, he would enter the thick smog cloud above the battlezone. Approximately 400 metres above him, the other drop pods followed, a tight circle around their leader. Vandis came up over the vox-channel.

“++Acting-Captain, the last walker has entered the killing field. Shall I commence bombardment?++”

“Yes. Tell the rest of the Imperial forces to fire at will, but avoid my co-ordinates.”

“++Aye, sir. Primarch’s blessing.++”


The drop pod rumbled, as high velocity melta torpedoes streaked past it, evaporating the paint off it’s hull. Muffled explosions could be heard from through the smoke, greenskin walkers crushed by the Battle Barge’s withering shelling. The largest of walkers would be heavily damaged, the smaller Deff Dreads and Kans utterly demolished. Sensors were blind, thermals unreadable through the thick cloud. According to Vandis’ calculations, Aurelius would have a five second gap to manually pilot the drop pod to a safe location. The vibrations intensified. They would be out of the smog in three… two… one…

Light. Fire. Earth. Aurelius grabbed the manual control device of the drop pod, lensed eyes fixated on the vid-feed.
Past a staggering Gargant, there! Land. He tugged as the pod swerved dangerously close to the machine’s oversized choppa.
Watch it!
The hulking machine toppled over, clipping the side of the drop pod. A squeal of tortured metal, and the pod was ripped apart.
Aurelius snarled in frustration, and yanked on the control rod. The ground span upwards to meet the wrecked vehicle.

Aurelius didn’t even have time to blink.

Spoiler:
Oh feth. That was not meant to happen.



They/them

 
   
Made in us
Rotting Sorcerer of Nurgle






The Dog-house

Spoiler:
Ive always wondered what color the banners of my chapter were

H.B.M.C.- The end hath come! From now on armies will only consist of Astorath, Land Speeder Storms and Soul Grinders!
War Kitten- Vanden, you just taunted the Dank Lord Ezra. Prepare for seven years of fighting reality...
koooaei- Emperor: I envy your nipplehorns. <Magnus goes red. Permanently>
Neronoxx- If our Dreadnought doesn't have sick scuplted abs, we riot.
Frazzled- I don't generally call anyone by a term other than "sir" "maam" "youn g lady" "young man" or " HEY bag!"
Ruin- It's official, we've ran out of things to talk about on Dakka. Close the site. We're done.
mrhappyface- "They're more what you'd call guidlines than actual rules" - Captain Roboute Barbosa
Steve steveson- To be clear, I'd sell you all out for a bottle of scotch and a mid priced hooker.
 
   
Made in gb
Ultramarine Librarian with Freaky Familiar





 Tactical_Spam wrote:
Spoiler:
Ive always wondered what color the banners of my chapter were

Spoiler:
Yet again, educated guesses. Was I right?


They/them

 
   
Made in us
Rotting Sorcerer of Nurgle






The Dog-house

 Sgt_Smudge wrote:
 Tactical_Spam wrote:
Spoiler:
Ive always wondered what color the banners of my chapter were

Spoiler:
Yet again, educated guesses. Was I right?


Spoiler:
I never could decide, so i guess its purple and white

H.B.M.C.- The end hath come! From now on armies will only consist of Astorath, Land Speeder Storms and Soul Grinders!
War Kitten- Vanden, you just taunted the Dank Lord Ezra. Prepare for seven years of fighting reality...
koooaei- Emperor: I envy your nipplehorns. <Magnus goes red. Permanently>
Neronoxx- If our Dreadnought doesn't have sick scuplted abs, we riot.
Frazzled- I don't generally call anyone by a term other than "sir" "maam" "youn g lady" "young man" or " HEY bag!"
Ruin- It's official, we've ran out of things to talk about on Dakka. Close the site. We're done.
mrhappyface- "They're more what you'd call guidlines than actual rules" - Captain Roboute Barbosa
Steve steveson- To be clear, I'd sell you all out for a bottle of scotch and a mid priced hooker.
 
   
Made in gb
Ultramarine Librarian with Freaky Familiar





 Tactical_Spam wrote:
 Sgt_Smudge wrote:
 Tactical_Spam wrote:
Spoiler:
Ive always wondered what color the banners of my chapter were

Spoiler:
Yet again, educated guesses. Was I right?


Spoiler:
I never could decide, so i guess its purple and white

Spoiler:
I pretty much just used your chapter sigil colours, made sense to me.

This message was edited 1 time. Last update was at 2015/10/04 19:22:53



They/them

 
   
Made in us
Rotting Sorcerer of Nurgle






The Dog-house

 Sgt_Smudge wrote:
 Tactical_Spam wrote:
 Sgt_Smudge wrote:
 Tactical_Spam wrote:
Spoiler:
Ive always wondered what color the banners of my chapter were

Spoiler:
Yet again, educated guesses. Was I right?


Spoiler:
I never could decide, so i guess its purple and white

Spoiler:
I pretty much just used your chapter sigil colours, made sense to me.


Spoiler:
Remind me to put up a picture on the thread of what one looks like

H.B.M.C.- The end hath come! From now on armies will only consist of Astorath, Land Speeder Storms and Soul Grinders!
War Kitten- Vanden, you just taunted the Dank Lord Ezra. Prepare for seven years of fighting reality...
koooaei- Emperor: I envy your nipplehorns. <Magnus goes red. Permanently>
Neronoxx- If our Dreadnought doesn't have sick scuplted abs, we riot.
Frazzled- I don't generally call anyone by a term other than "sir" "maam" "youn g lady" "young man" or " HEY bag!"
Ruin- It's official, we've ran out of things to talk about on Dakka. Close the site. We're done.
mrhappyface- "They're more what you'd call guidlines than actual rules" - Captain Roboute Barbosa
Steve steveson- To be clear, I'd sell you all out for a bottle of scotch and a mid priced hooker.
 
   
Made in gb
Keeper of the Holy Orb of Antioch





avoiding the lorax on Crion

a message crackled on the defenders vox network

"Brothers, the tides of the warp where good, this is Lord Marshall Karak of the Black Templers. our forces are in orbit and ready to support you if required. if not we will proceed with assigned targets.

And toThe Ultra Marine directly.... down there, i tell you despite the disagreements we honor our oaths seriously, and if you truly are not like your captain then we will rescue you from the teeth of hell itself."

Down on the planet the situation looked terible, a locater beacon was flashing somewhere in a mire of metal, crators and rubble, titans stood waiting for fight, though many more orks than planned had come, " ready for battle, we may die this day but we will die as warriors, to the last bullet, blade and broken rock. war has come, chaos, xeno's, its time we cleaned this hell hole up" the last plan was dangerous, warp ships where not ment to go in atmosphere, and the dive could fail if you did not pull out in time and then, no one lived to tell that tale, it had worked once before, would the fates let them do it a second time?

"Tangir, pass a massage to Eternal crusader, the end game has come, the lords of war have gathered, blood will be shed"

This message was edited 1 time. Last update was at 2015/10/04 20:08:51


Sgt. Vanden - OOC Hey, that was your doing. I didn't choose to fly in the "Dongerprise'.

"May the odds be ever in your favour"

Hybrid Son Of Oxayotl wrote:
I have no clue how Dakka's moderation work. I expect it involves throwing a lot of d100 and looking at many random tables.

FudgeDumper - It could be that you are just so uncomfortable with the idea of your chapters primarch having his way with a docile tyranid spore cyst, that you must deny they have any feelings at all.  
   
Made in be
Thunderhawk Pilot Dropping From Orbit





In the Warp, getting trolled by Tactical_Spam, AKA TZEENTCH INCARNATE

“Wake up, Hadris.”

Acting-Captain Aurelius trembled, as he woke to a voice calling out to him. A voice inside his own mind.

A voice that was not his own.

His body felt sore, bruises covering his torso, his arms and legs protesting as he moved them. He was laying down on the ground, amidst the remains of what had once been his drop-pod, surrounded by the huge Ork war machines he’d narrowly managed to avoid. Well, except for the one that had brought him down.

His eyes struggled to focus on the image in front of him, a numbing headache robbing him of coherent thought for the moment. But when his eyes managed to take in his surroundings more clearly, he noticed something odd.

Nothing moved.

It was as if time itself had stopped. The lumbering Gargants and Stompas, the smaller Deff Dreads and Killa Kanz, none of them moved even an inch forward. He saw the shells of artillery barrages hanging motionless in the air, some only moments away from striking one of the Ork contraptions. He looked on, confused by his predicament, seeing more and more things a normal man should never see in his life.

The debris from an explosion, hanging in the air, as if held up by invisible strings. Fires, endless fires, their flames unmoving, their turbulent nature tamed by forces beyond comprehension. Smoke particles no longer danced in the wind, but sat in place, as even the wind itself had ceased its motion.

Aurelius felt like he was going mad. Is this what happens when an Astartes snaps? When the pressure becomes too much for even a superhuman mind to bear? Was this the punishment for his hubris?

“Do not waste your time with such thoughts, Acting-Captain.”, the voice spoke again.

“You will not find the answers you seek with the questions you ask.”

Aurelius became agitated at the voice, his eyes scanning his surroundings for the location of his opponent. Was it an opponent, even? He did not know, and the fact that he did not concerned him greatly.

“I am not here to harm you, Hadris”, the voice continued, the sound of his words seemingly originating from somewhere closer to him than last time.

“Show yourself!”, Aurelius shouted to the silent landscape. “Where are you?"

“I am here, and I am not here. I am inside your head, and I am not. I am many things, Acting-Captain Hadris Aurelius”, the voice replied.

Aurelius groaned, the pain in his head nearly bringing him to tears. “Who are you? Why are you in my head?!”, Aurelius screamed, clasping his head as the pressure building up inside his skull felt like it would detonate his brain from the inside out.

Suddenly, a figure slid into view, a giant and monstrous shadow falling over Aurelius as the shape blotted out the sunlight.

A giant, resplendent in blue and gold armour, stood in front of him, his cold eyes piercing through Aurelius from behind the lenses of his helmet.

Aurelius was too surprised and confused to form a reply, his hand instinctively reaching for a handgun that was no longer there.

“As I said, Acting-Captain”, the Sorcerer spoke softly, as he showed his empty hands to Aurelius, indicating he was fully unarmed, “I am not here to harm you.”

“You are a traitor”, Aurelius hissed, his hands balling into fists. “If you are not here to kill me, why are you here?”

“To show you something”, the Sorcerer replied starkly. He didn’t even register Aurelius adopting a combat stance and grabbing his combat knife, or didn’t seem to care that he did. He just stood there, staring at him. Aurelius shook off the nausea and fatigue the drop-pod’s impact had caused, turning his full attention to the situation.

“And what would you show me, traitor? Visions of greatness and victory, to tempt me to join your cause? To convert me into worship of your petty gods? Because if so, Sorcerer…”, Aurelius spat, as he drew his combat knife and prepared his body to launch himself into the Terminator’s chest, “You will regret coming here.”

The Sorcerer sighed, a noise which aggravated Aurelius immensely. It sounded like the exhausted sigh of a father who was once again disappointed by his child, and to Aurelius it sounded almost like an accusation.

“I am here to warn you of your impending demise, Acting-Captain”, the Sorcerer spoke, mildly annoyed by Aurelius’ demeanor. “You will die here, in this very attack. The shock of the impact won’t kill you, but that just might”, the Sorcerer continued, as he pointed to the foot of a Gargant, which had been hanging above them like a sword of Damocles all this time.

Aurelius swallowed, trying to cope with the information he was receiving. Was it true? Would he meet his death here, between these war machines, crushed like an insect? Was this Sorcerer, this traitor, telling the truth? Was this even happening?

The questions kept tumbling in Aurelius’ mind, until the Sorcerer’s voice brought him back to the present.

“Is this happening? Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't. Who knows if you aren’t actually sleeping right now, troubled by nightmares the night before you execute this very plan? Or maybe this is a vision, played before your eyes just before you hit that Gargant?”, the Sorcerer mused, as he walked to the side, plucked a dust particle out of the sky and toyed with it.

“But why? Why would you tell me this? Why warn me of these events?”, Aurelius asked, desperate to find some sort of rational thought in this entire situation.

“It’s simple. If you win, we do. Your survival means our survival. Believe it or not, Acting-Captain, but your fate, mine, the Remnants’, this planet’s… they are all connected, with you at the center of it.”

Aurelius blinked and shook his head, appalled by such a notion. He was just an Acting-Captain. To think his fate meant anything to anyone was absurd.

“I don’t believe you”, he stated, his hand still firmly clasping his combat knife.

“Of course you don’t”, the Sorcerer replied, amused, as he put the dust particle back into its place.

“It doesn’t matter if you do. What matters is what you’re going to do”, he continued, and he slowly started disappearing as the world started moving again…

Spoiler:
Hijacking people's minds! What is really happening? Is it all a dream, a warning to our good Acting-Captain, or something else? Find out in the next episode!

I hope you don't mind me hijacking the Acting-Captain there Sgt_Smudge, I just felt that the Remnants needed to do something to protect him, as he is very important to them and their future plans... If I've misrepresented his character, just let me know and I'll rewrite it, or scrap it completely if it messes too much with what you had in mind for your part of the story



Tactical_Spam: Ezra is fighting reality right now.

War Kitten: Vanden, you just taunted the Dank Lord Ezra. Prepare for seven years of fighting reality...

War Kitten: Ezra can steal reality

Kharne the Befriender:Took him seven years but he got it wrangled down

 
   
Made in gb
Keeper of the Holy Orb of Antioch





avoiding the lorax on Crion

Spoiler:

Ok I have one idea but its so dumb yet awesome Michael bay may dismiss it.

A low pass by a battle barge, hurtling to the ground, firing off volleys along side thunder hawks launching off, diving so low even gargant rounds start bouncing off the hull and pulling up in a rise that behads a large ork warmachine, crazy dumb but the kind of insanity that is almost too awesome not to write.

It's mad, but hey, rescued in style for the acting captain.

Sgt. Vanden - OOC Hey, that was your doing. I didn't choose to fly in the "Dongerprise'.

"May the odds be ever in your favour"

Hybrid Son Of Oxayotl wrote:
I have no clue how Dakka's moderation work. I expect it involves throwing a lot of d100 and looking at many random tables.

FudgeDumper - It could be that you are just so uncomfortable with the idea of your chapters primarch having his way with a docile tyranid spore cyst, that you must deny they have any feelings at all.  
   
Made in gb
Ultramarine Librarian with Freaky Familiar





 Ezra Tyrius wrote:
Spoiler:
Hijacking people's minds! What is really happening? Is it all a dream, a warning to our good Acting-Captain, or something else? Find out in the next episode!

I hope you don't mind me hijacking the Acting-Captain there Sgt_Smudge, I just felt that the Remnants needed to do something to protect him, as he is very important to them and their future plans... If I've misrepresented his character, just let me know and I'll rewrite it, or scrap it completely if it messes too much with what you had in mind for your part of the story

I was halfway through writing something, and saw this. Safe to say, I'm revising what I've written. I damn love this, and I still have no idea why he's so damn important. I don't like how this will end for Had. Great work, and of course I don't mind!


They/them

 
   
Made in gb
Ultramarine Librarian with Freaky Familiar





 jhe90 wrote:
Spoiler:

Ok I have one idea but its so dumb yet awesome Michael bay may dismiss it.

A low pass by a battle barge, hurtling to the ground, firing off volleys along side thunder hawks launching off, diving so low even gargant rounds start bouncing off the hull and pulling up in a rise that behads a large ork warmachine, crazy dumb but the kind of insanity that is almost too awesome not to write.

It's mad, but hey, rescued in style for the acting captain.

And that's too damn awesome, please tone down the awesome. Yes, DO IT!


They/them

 
   
Made in us
Rotting Sorcerer of Nurgle






The Dog-house

 Sgt_Smudge wrote:
 jhe90 wrote:
Spoiler:

Ok I have one idea but its so dumb yet awesome Michael bay may dismiss it.

A low pass by a battle barge, hurtling to the ground, firing off volleys along side thunder hawks launching off, diving so low even gargant rounds start bouncing off the hull and pulling up in a rise that behads a large ork warmachine, crazy dumb but the kind of insanity that is almost too awesome not to write.

It's mad, but hey, rescued in style for the acting captain.

And that's too damn awesome, please tone down the awesome. Yes, DO IT!


Lets wait a moment shall we... I hope we all read my chapters fluff because if theres ome thing they love... its orbital bombardment

H.B.M.C.- The end hath come! From now on armies will only consist of Astorath, Land Speeder Storms and Soul Grinders!
War Kitten- Vanden, you just taunted the Dank Lord Ezra. Prepare for seven years of fighting reality...
koooaei- Emperor: I envy your nipplehorns. <Magnus goes red. Permanently>
Neronoxx- If our Dreadnought doesn't have sick scuplted abs, we riot.
Frazzled- I don't generally call anyone by a term other than "sir" "maam" "youn g lady" "young man" or " HEY bag!"
Ruin- It's official, we've ran out of things to talk about on Dakka. Close the site. We're done.
mrhappyface- "They're more what you'd call guidlines than actual rules" - Captain Roboute Barbosa
Steve steveson- To be clear, I'd sell you all out for a bottle of scotch and a mid priced hooker.
 
   
Made in gb
Keeper of the Holy Orb of Antioch





avoiding the lorax on Crion

 Sgt_Smudge wrote:
 jhe90 wrote:
Spoiler:

Ok I have one idea but its so dumb yet awesome Michael bay may dismiss it.

A low pass by a battle barge, hurtling to the ground, firing off volleys along side thunder hawks launching off, diving so low even gargant rounds start bouncing off the hull and pulling up in a rise that behads a large ork warmachine, crazy dumb but the kind of insanity that is almost too awesome not to write.

It's mad, but hey, rescued in style for the acting captain.

And that's too damn awesome, please tone down the awesome. Yes, DO IT!


OK, no one advance the acting captains fate, the battle is OK but, il unload extermitus grade awesome on Monday. Maybe a few destroyers might join too if feel like it.
Its dumb but il love to write it.

Sgt. Vanden - OOC Hey, that was your doing. I didn't choose to fly in the "Dongerprise'.

"May the odds be ever in your favour"

Hybrid Son Of Oxayotl wrote:
I have no clue how Dakka's moderation work. I expect it involves throwing a lot of d100 and looking at many random tables.

FudgeDumper - It could be that you are just so uncomfortable with the idea of your chapters primarch having his way with a docile tyranid spore cyst, that you must deny they have any feelings at all.  
   
Made in be
Thunderhawk Pilot Dropping From Orbit





In the Warp, getting trolled by Tactical_Spam, AKA TZEENTCH INCARNATE

Sgt_Smudge wrote:I was halfway through writing something, and saw this. Safe to say, I'm revising what I've written. I damn love this, and I still have no idea why he's so damn important. I don't like how this will end for Had. Great work, and of course I don't mind!


I was kind of worried you'd post the continuation of your part before I was done Can't wait to see how his story continues now!

Sgt_Smudge wrote:
 jhe90 wrote:
Spoiler:

Ok I have one idea but its so dumb yet awesome Michael bay may dismiss it.

A low pass by a battle barge, hurtling to the ground, firing off volleys along side thunder hawks launching off, diving so low even gargant rounds start bouncing off the hull and pulling up in a rise that behads a large ork warmachine, crazy dumb but the kind of insanity that is almost too awesome not to write.

It's mad, but hey, rescued in style for the acting captain.

And that's too damn awesome, please tone down the awesome. Yes, DO IT!


If we do this, I demand someone draws a picture of it. Such badassery must not go unrecorded



Tactical_Spam: Ezra is fighting reality right now.

War Kitten: Vanden, you just taunted the Dank Lord Ezra. Prepare for seven years of fighting reality...

War Kitten: Ezra can steal reality

Kharne the Befriender:Took him seven years but he got it wrangled down

 
   
Made in gb
Keeper of the Holy Orb of Antioch





avoiding the lorax on Crion

 Tactical_Spam wrote:
 Sgt_Smudge wrote:
 jhe90 wrote:
Spoiler:

Ok I have one idea but its so dumb yet awesome Michael bay may dismiss it.

A low pass by a battle barge, hurtling to the ground, firing off volleys along side thunder hawks launching off, diving so low even gargant rounds start bouncing off the hull and pulling up in a rise that behads a large ork warmachine, crazy dumb but the kind of insanity that is almost too awesome not to write.

It's mad, but hey, rescued in style for the acting captain.

And that's too damn awesome, please tone down the awesome. Yes, DO IT!


Lets wait a moment shall we... I hope we all read my chapters fluff because if theres ome thing they love... its orbital bombardment


I'm sure your chapter can open up a window in which to pull off this move, it is basicly orbital bombardment, but so close its like bore sighting a railway gun.

Sgt. Vanden - OOC Hey, that was your doing. I didn't choose to fly in the "Dongerprise'.

"May the odds be ever in your favour"

Hybrid Son Of Oxayotl wrote:
I have no clue how Dakka's moderation work. I expect it involves throwing a lot of d100 and looking at many random tables.

FudgeDumper - It could be that you are just so uncomfortable with the idea of your chapters primarch having his way with a docile tyranid spore cyst, that you must deny they have any feelings at all.  
   
Made in us
Rotting Sorcerer of Nurgle






The Dog-house

 jhe90 wrote:
 Tactical_Spam wrote:
 Sgt_Smudge wrote:
 jhe90 wrote:
Spoiler:

Ok I have one idea but its so dumb yet awesome Michael bay may dismiss it.

A low pass by a battle barge, hurtling to the ground, firing off volleys along side thunder hawks launching off, diving so low even gargant rounds start bouncing off the hull and pulling up in a rise that behads a large ork warmachine, crazy dumb but the kind of insanity that is almost too awesome not to write.

It's mad, but hey, rescued in style for the acting captain.

And that's too damn awesome, please tone down the awesome. Yes, DO IT!


Lets wait a moment shall we... I hope we all read my chapters fluff because if theres ome thing they love... its orbital bombardment


I'm sure your chapter can open up a window in which to pull off this move, it is basicly orbital bombardment, but so close its like bore sighting a railway gun.


Give me an hour

H.B.M.C.- The end hath come! From now on armies will only consist of Astorath, Land Speeder Storms and Soul Grinders!
War Kitten- Vanden, you just taunted the Dank Lord Ezra. Prepare for seven years of fighting reality...
koooaei- Emperor: I envy your nipplehorns. <Magnus goes red. Permanently>
Neronoxx- If our Dreadnought doesn't have sick scuplted abs, we riot.
Frazzled- I don't generally call anyone by a term other than "sir" "maam" "youn g lady" "young man" or " HEY bag!"
Ruin- It's official, we've ran out of things to talk about on Dakka. Close the site. We're done.
mrhappyface- "They're more what you'd call guidlines than actual rules" - Captain Roboute Barbosa
Steve steveson- To be clear, I'd sell you all out for a bottle of scotch and a mid priced hooker.
 
   
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avoiding the lorax on Crion

 Tactical_Spam wrote:
 jhe90 wrote:
 Tactical_Spam wrote:
 Sgt_Smudge wrote:
 jhe90 wrote:
Spoiler:

Ok I have one idea but its so dumb yet awesome Michael bay may dismiss it.

A low pass by a battle barge, hurtling to the ground, firing off volleys along side thunder hawks launching off, diving so low even gargant rounds start bouncing off the hull and pulling up in a rise that behads a large ork warmachine, crazy dumb but the kind of insanity that is almost too awesome not to write.

It's mad, but hey, rescued in style for the acting captain.

And that's too damn awesome, please tone down the awesome. Yes, DO IT!


Lets wait a moment shall we... I hope we all read my chapters fluff because if theres ome thing they love... its orbital bombardment


I'm sure your chapter can open up a window in which to pull off this move, it is basicly orbital bombardment, but so close its like bore sighting a railway gun.


Give me an hour


OK, just please let me behead a ork gargant with a battle barge, its too insane and fun not to write. Silly but it has to be done now I mentioned it.

Sgt. Vanden - OOC Hey, that was your doing. I didn't choose to fly in the "Dongerprise'.

"May the odds be ever in your favour"

Hybrid Son Of Oxayotl wrote:
I have no clue how Dakka's moderation work. I expect it involves throwing a lot of d100 and looking at many random tables.

FudgeDumper - It could be that you are just so uncomfortable with the idea of your chapters primarch having his way with a docile tyranid spore cyst, that you must deny they have any feelings at all.  
   
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The Dog-house

 jhe90 wrote:
 Tactical_Spam wrote:
 jhe90 wrote:
 Tactical_Spam wrote:
 Sgt_Smudge wrote:
 jhe90 wrote:
Spoiler:

Ok I have one idea but its so dumb yet awesome Michael bay may dismiss it.

A low pass by a battle barge, hurtling to the ground, firing off volleys along side thunder hawks launching off, diving so low even gargant rounds start bouncing off the hull and pulling up in a rise that behads a large ork warmachine, crazy dumb but the kind of insanity that is almost too awesome not to write.

It's mad, but hey, rescued in style for the acting captain.

And that's too damn awesome, please tone down the awesome. Yes, DO IT!


Lets wait a moment shall we... I hope we all read my chapters fluff because if theres ome thing they love... its orbital bombardment


I'm sure your chapter can open up a window in which to pull off this move, it is basicly orbital bombardment, but so close its like bore sighting a railway gun.


Give me an hour


OK, just please let me behead a ork gargant with a battle barge, its too insane and fun not to write. Silly but it has to be done now I mentioned it.


Hold on let me PM you the idea i have

H.B.M.C.- The end hath come! From now on armies will only consist of Astorath, Land Speeder Storms and Soul Grinders!
War Kitten- Vanden, you just taunted the Dank Lord Ezra. Prepare for seven years of fighting reality...
koooaei- Emperor: I envy your nipplehorns. <Magnus goes red. Permanently>
Neronoxx- If our Dreadnought doesn't have sick scuplted abs, we riot.
Frazzled- I don't generally call anyone by a term other than "sir" "maam" "youn g lady" "young man" or " HEY bag!"
Ruin- It's official, we've ran out of things to talk about on Dakka. Close the site. We're done.
mrhappyface- "They're more what you'd call guidlines than actual rules" - Captain Roboute Barbosa
Steve steveson- To be clear, I'd sell you all out for a bottle of scotch and a mid priced hooker.
 
   
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Ultramarine Librarian with Freaky Familiar





- A serpent of ice, twisting and coiling around planets, its multiple heads encircling the entire system;

- An Ork Kruiser, radiating with the same malefic power as the staff from the ancient temple on Mogrok, making its way towards a ramshackle Astartes ship;

- A flock of black and purple ravens, caught in the web of a silver spider;

-An iron fist, drenched in blood, raised to a black sky.

- A banner, hanging behind Aurelius. It was emblazoned with traitor legion icons, tightly stitched together with flesh.

- And a Chaos star, scrawled into ice and snow, scrawled in Space Marine blood.


And a hand grabbed him.

Hadris Aurelius reached for Litura, holstered at his thigh, and levelled it at the offender. Blue and gold swamped his vision. Then the white omega symbol. It was Honoured Brother Helveticus, one of his honour guard.
"How are you?"

Aurelius looked up to his left at the gargantuan shadow loomed over him. He barely had time to understand what he was looking at before his body moved into impulse, dragging Helveticus with him.
The collapsing Stompa crashed into where he'd been moments ago. Dirt gushed up over him, and he fell to his knees.

Aurelius felt like vomiting. His head spun, both from the crash and the horrific imagery he had seen. And what was that Sorceror on about? Why was he integral to a traitor's survival? Litura trembled in his gauntlet. He saw one of his Honour Guard propped up against the burning wreckage of the drop pod. Brother Regulus. His chest was crushed in, clotted blood holding the ornate armour together.

"How long..."
"Two minutes. We didn't think you'd make it"
"How many died?"
"In our pod? Just Regulus. But we're all wounded. You most of all."
"Why?"
Regulus nodded to Aurelius' chest. A long spar of broken steel jutted through his chest. Scarlet blood coated the foot of bare metal that protruded from the Acting-Captain's torso.
"Ah." He grimaced. "Get this thing out of me, Helveticus. We've got a battle to fight."

Aurelius grunted as he knelt down to pick up his fallen shield. It was unbroken, despite the devastating crash. He always strived to be like that shield, undaunted and resolute in the face of danger. Sometimes, that wasn't a good thing. He moved up to a fallen hulk of metal as he tried to understand the situation.
"Where are the rest of the strikeforce? Did they make landfall?"
"There's a reason we're not all dead. They managed to lock onto your locator beacon and set up a defensive cordon around you. Not that we really needed to. Many of the walkers were too panicked to worry about us. In fact, they've only just begun to attack the Astartes in their midst."
Aurelius chuckled.
"Good. I haven't missed out on all the fun."

The Acting-Captain hobbled to the front, the rest of his honour guard forming up behind him. The rest of Strikeforce Praetoria were hunched down, holding down a chokepoint between the twisted metal skeletons of burnt-out Stompas. Every now and again, a Tactical Squad would move into the breach, fire until their mags were dry, then withdraw.

"Praetoria! Status report!" Aurelius addressed his men.
"Forty-eight percent wounded, ten dead." Sergeant Solinus grunted.
"Ammunition running low, especially krak grenades." Ixion barked over the sound of heavy bolter fire.
"Morale is up, thanks to your return." Sergeant Vorolanus removed his helmet, and nodded to Aurelius. "Good to have you back, Captain."
"Acting-"
"Who cares? You're here, and you'll lead us to victory again."
"As your Acting-Captain." Aurelius stated. "Now, about those greenskins."

A burst of static came on the comms, followed by speech. Lord-Marshall Karak.
"++Ultramarine down there, I tell you despite the disagreements we honour our oaths seriously, and if you truly are not like your captain then we will rescue you from the teeth of hell itself.++"

"That would be appreciated, Lord-Marshall. I am sure we would do the same for you, when you require it. Contact my Battle-Barge for a lock on my co-ordinates."


Suddenly, the intensity of gunfire crescendoed around the Ultramarines. Brother Ultracius peered through the chokepoint.
"Acting-Captain, ork infantry mobs approaching. A dozen walker-class vehicles. One appears to be a Meka-Dread. Possible field commander."

"UMIE!" The ork's roar carried over the battlefield, and the nearby gunfire silenced. "NICE JOB, BEAKIE, KILLIN' ME BOYZ. BUT YA WON'T GET ME SO EASILY! COME ON DEN, SEE IF YOUS IS 'ARD ENUFF!"
Aurelius gave a glance back to his men.

"When I kill this bastard, gun them down."


Aurelius strode out into the open land, tattered cloak flapping behind him. His paragon blade was drawn, the iridescent blade reflecting the gutting flames. Litura was held behind his storm shield. As he moved towards the arrayed host, the hatch on the front of the Meka-Dread popped open, and an ork dropped out. Clad in bespoke mega-armour, a kustom-mega blasta mounted over his shoulder, and crackling power klaws on each hand, the Big Mek waddled towards Aurelius.
"HUR HUR UMIE. LET'S SEE IF YOUR PRETTY ARMOUR CAN TAKE DIS DAKKA!"

The blasta charged up and spat a roiling ball of plasma at Aurelius. Instantly, his shield was up, blocking the hits. The beast grunted in anger, and fired again. Aurelius' shield held, absorbing the plasma bolts effortlessly. With a roar of frustration, the Big Mek hunkered down and charged at the Ultramarine. Aurelius reared up, Litura in hand, and fired one shot.
The graviton pistol spun the charging greenskin off his feet, compressing his suit in around him and immobilising two feet away from the Acting-Captain. Aurelius brandished his paragon blade, and revelled in the Mek's gasping expression. It's lungs were no doubt crushed in it's crude armour.

Aurelius leant into the ork's face. "Tell me, ork, was that... Too much dakka?"
The ork snarled as Aurelius drew back, then plunged his sword into the ork's wheezing face. Blood fountained up, under huge pressure, liberally anointing the ground. Bolter fire from the rest of Strikeforce Praetoria erupted from behind him, shredding the stunned greenskins where they stood. Aurelius rejoined the rest of his men, wiping the blood off the blade. Already, the greenskin assault seemed to be weakening on this front.
If only it hadn't come at such a cost.

"Aurelius to Rath's Honour. Vandis, how's our position looking?"
"++Good, Acting-Captain. Greenskin forces are fleeing, in whatever scraps they have left. I've sent a Thunderhawk to pick you up. It'll be flying over just about now.++"

The boxy blue craft screamed out of the smoke, a herald of Imperial victory. Aurelius was about to hail the pilot, when suddenly, the Thunderhawk exploded. Flaming debris showered the stunned Ultramarines as they dove for cover. A scorched blue plate landed next to Aurelius, the chapter sigil blackened with soot. Instantly, Aurelius was on comms.
"Vandis! What the hell was that!"

There was a pause. Shouting could be heard behind the vox console.

"++Gargant. Gargant inbound!"

Spoiler:
Aurelius lives! But for how long?

Nice work on Ezra's part, for making me rewrite the first section I had planned. There were hookers, rave parties, and some Tau chicks too!
In all seriousness, I loved the interaction between the sorceror and Aurelius. Nice work.

Now, jhe90, how about that scene you were describing? All open to you.


They/them

 
   
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In the Warp, getting trolled by Tactical_Spam, AKA TZEENTCH INCARNATE

I like how this went from a sorcerer messing with an Acting-Captain's mind to beheading Ork Gargants with battle barges.

I love this thread.


And I just read your new part Sgt_Smudge, thoroughly enjoyed it! Good to see Aurelius is still a badass, even when he's confused by Sorcerers

Spoiler:
I'm kind of sad about the hookers, rave parties and Tau chicks though

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Tactical_Spam: Ezra is fighting reality right now.

War Kitten: Vanden, you just taunted the Dank Lord Ezra. Prepare for seven years of fighting reality...

War Kitten: Ezra can steal reality

Kharne the Befriender:Took him seven years but he got it wrangled down

 
   
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 Ezra Tyrius wrote:
I like how this went from a sorcerer messing with an Acting-Captain's mind to beheading Ork Gargants with battle barges.

I love this thread.

I expected nothing less. Also, sig'd.


They/them

 
   
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avoiding the lorax on Crion

The acting captains vox crackled again,

"This is Karak, coming in hot, no time to explain but get your heads down when you see it. You won,t want to miss this one acting captain. "

"All sqauds, not sure what is coming but somthing is!, templers are up to somthing, be ready to take cover if needed. "
Rescue, rescue was coming.

Rest coming monday

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Sgt. Vanden - OOC Hey, that was your doing. I didn't choose to fly in the "Dongerprise'.

"May the odds be ever in your favour"

Hybrid Son Of Oxayotl wrote:
I have no clue how Dakka's moderation work. I expect it involves throwing a lot of d100 and looking at many random tables.

FudgeDumper - It could be that you are just so uncomfortable with the idea of your chapters primarch having his way with a docile tyranid spore cyst, that you must deny they have any feelings at all.  
   
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Southern California, USA

Out in the inky blackness of outer space opened a massive tear in reality itself. To look inside the tear would be to witness horrors beyond imagining in a realm made of the stuff of nightmares. In a sense the craft that emerged from this dimension were flying out from the gates of hell itself. An Astartes fleet containing a host of warships. The symbol these craft bore was a black loop on top of a twelve pointed white star. The symbol of the Aurora Chapter.

A message was sent from one of the craft in the fleet across Vox channels known to be allocated to Imperial High Command networks. "This is Force Commander Zuelen of the Aurora Chapter. We have entered the system a day before the estimated time of arrival. We are ready to bring the Emperor's Vengeance down upon his foes. We are requesting any available tactical data", he said.


=======THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: DEATH IS THE SERVANT OF The RIGHTEOUS==========


___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Outside of the wrecked Manufactorum waited an entire army of Orks. Most of them belong to the sect of Orks known as the Kult of Speed. These Orks were obsessed with pushing their machines to their limits and beyond in the name of attaining even greater speeds. They were the personal army of Big Mek Goldtoof who supplied them with the machines that they craved so dearly. Goldtoof and two of his nobs stood over the manhole that the Eldar had escaped through. Surrounding it was a scene of absolute carnage. Dead Orks and a couple of fallen Eldar were strewn about the factory floor. Most of the Orks were missing limbs with a few having even been bisected. The stench of rotting flesh attracted a swarm of buzzing insects which annoyed some of the still living Orks.

Goldtoof and his thugs were attempting to force a poor Shoota Boy down the manhole. The biggest of the nobs had his boot pushing down on the Ork's head.

"C'mon, ya fat git! Get down there!", the Nob yelled in frustration.

"If your boys weren't so fat and lazy maybe we would've had a whole mob down there, Ardgutz", another nob quipped.

"Shut yer mouth! I haven't seen yer ladz doing any fighting the last time there was a scrap. If I remember right they came in right after to steal all the loot, though", Ardgutz replied.

The other nob raised his power Klaw and snapped it twice in the manner of a crustacean.

Goldtoof punched Ardgutz in the gut causing the nob to double over. "Shut it. I have a better idea than crushing our boys to death", he says. Goldtoof pulled the Shoota boy out and threw him away with no small measure of contempt. The shoota boy rubbed his sore head and returned to his mob. Goldtoof went to his Battlewagon and pulled a large metal disk off of it. He then whistled at one of the Grot riggers to come down.

The diminutive Orkoid scurried to meet his master's beckoning lest he incur his brutal wrath. "Y-yes master? I came quickly master, I did!", the Grot said.

"I's got a new job for ya, runt. You are going to help find us some pointy ears with this", Goldtoof said. He set the metal disc marked "DEMOLITION CHARGE" in front of the grot.

"Wot's this?", asked the grot. He picked up the charge and looked it over. Smelling it, biting it, licking it and so on.

"It's my brand new Gitfinda. Simply pull out da handle on da side and twist it when you find da pointy ears. Only turn it half way, though, or else it'll set off an alarm letting them know yer there. When you set off da gitfinda we'll be able to find you. Do a good job and I'll give ya your own room and a 'hole lodda teef", Goldtoof said with a wide, toothy grind. The tooth that gave him his namesake was plainly visible.

"I'll do a good job, master! I will!", the Grot said with a wide smile. He snickered and rubbed his hands together in glee. The grot tied the Demolition Charge to himself and climbed down the manhole into the sewers down below. Goldtoof put the cover back on after him.

"Ya think 'e'll figure out what da "Gitfinda" actually does before he finds da pointy ears?", a Nob asked.

"Nah, dat one's pretty stupid even for a grot. As soon as we see an explosion we'll rush into the hole da bomb created and get us some meddling pointy ears", Goldtoof said still maintaining his grin.

Thought for the day: Hope is the first step on the road to disappointment.
30k Ultramarines: 2000 pts
Bolt Action Germans: ~1200 pts
AOS Stormcast: Just starting.
The Empire : ~60-70 models.
1500 pts
: My Salamanders painting blog 16 Infantry and 2 Vehicles done so far!  
   
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The Dog-house

Good show, good show

H.B.M.C.- The end hath come! From now on armies will only consist of Astorath, Land Speeder Storms and Soul Grinders!
War Kitten- Vanden, you just taunted the Dank Lord Ezra. Prepare for seven years of fighting reality...
koooaei- Emperor: I envy your nipplehorns. <Magnus goes red. Permanently>
Neronoxx- If our Dreadnought doesn't have sick scuplted abs, we riot.
Frazzled- I don't generally call anyone by a term other than "sir" "maam" "youn g lady" "young man" or " HEY bag!"
Ruin- It's official, we've ran out of things to talk about on Dakka. Close the site. We're done.
mrhappyface- "They're more what you'd call guidlines than actual rules" - Captain Roboute Barbosa
Steve steveson- To be clear, I'd sell you all out for a bottle of scotch and a mid priced hooker.
 
   
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BoomGob laughed as his massive Kommand Gargant slowly approached the Hive city. The metallic beast was by far the largest contraption on the field, it rivaled the sized of the behemoth Emperor-class titans, a normal stompa didn’t even reached the bottom of the gargantuan machine’s armored knee joints. The monstrosity was manned by over a hundred orks and Gretchen, spanners constantly working to wield on extra armor plates and spiky bitz. The head of the big mek’s beloved “CityKrusha” housed him alone. BoomGob had wired his body into the behemoth giving him full control of the monster’s movement. The right arm of the titan was a single massive gun with a spinning barrel, firing walls of massive bolt rounds, the left was something that came to BoomGob in a dream, a massive power choppa that could slice cleanly through a building. The machine had a massive “Ion Megga Kannon” mounted on its shoulder. But what made the ramshackle beat so truly impenetrable was its Kustom Supa-Shield. Salvaged from an ork Krooza the CityKrusha projected a bubble shield around it providing cover for his two lesser Gargant bodyguards. The Ultra Marines had struck a mighty blow to the ork horde, sadly it was only a dent in the massive wall of Ork walkers, the massive metallic brutes still charged forward, slowly. Clusters of Killkans scurrying to the front preforming amateur recon missions clashing with the imperial forward scouts.

Spoiler:
The pins are set
   
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avoiding the lorax on Crion

I'm almost tempted to go abit apocalypse now with thunder hawks blaring out somthing during in the whole thing and just turn the dial past 11 to 12.

And all those targets, this is going to be very fun. Bringing the emperors Vengeance quite literately to the orks, check my ship names on p1 ;-)

Sgt. Vanden - OOC Hey, that was your doing. I didn't choose to fly in the "Dongerprise'.

"May the odds be ever in your favour"

Hybrid Son Of Oxayotl wrote:
I have no clue how Dakka's moderation work. I expect it involves throwing a lot of d100 and looking at many random tables.

FudgeDumper - It could be that you are just so uncomfortable with the idea of your chapters primarch having his way with a docile tyranid spore cyst, that you must deny they have any feelings at all.  
   
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avoiding the lorax on Crion

The battle below was raging, from orbit they could see the scale of the ork mob, a huge trail of greesey engine plums was rising high and blocking the very light of day, little did the defenders know salvation was coming. "Tangir. Vargos you have the bridge, i will lead the rescue misson, remember to hold fire until the thunder hawks are out of the guns shock waves, finaly, if this goes wrong well we will see the empartor sooner than we hoped"

"aye, to victory it is. Cheers"
"cheers" ferasion ale was exchanged, tankards downed they proceeded to face whatever fate would bring.

Down on the planets surface, The ultramarine position has a large mob bearing down upon it, a gargant too, other lines saw huge mechanical monsters advancing. at the rear the largest dwarfing even the warlord was standing tall, gun bristling its vast hull, and the force fields causing its image to haze in and out of focus. Victory would cost them dearly, if it could be won at all. even with the might of the order on the battlements, the guard and the vaunted titan legion, the odds still stacked against them.

"Ready?"
"Ready Marshall, Dive to begin. 2-0 seconds"
"Engineering ready?"
"100% complete, systems are go"

"Ok, lets roll the dice of fate"
to the east a faint glow began to apeerer high on the horizon no one noticed it at first but as it grew bigger and brighter more eyes turned to it, a subtle roar once just a back ground enigma grew louder and more pronounced, even the great ork gargant heads lolled round and turned to face what was coming, a mystery that would soon reveal it self. the noise grew to a creshendo as the light began to lessen, soon flickers of flame could be seen, a great shape was coming clouded by smoke and haze, doom or salvation, neither ork nore space marine and man knew. Acting captain Aurelius risked a glance up, his eyes had to be deceiving him, such a thing was impossible?

Upon breaking the last cloud layer the smoke and flaming paint burnt, Emperors Vengeance was hurtling through the atmosphere, its hull still glowing from the reentry, the great armored prow was burnt and battered but intact. Smaller shapes of thunder hawks launched from its shuttle bays and suddenly the air filled with a strange sound, magnified many fold but still but a whisper the sound to battle hymns, Battle cries and taunts to xeno's, vox sets suddenly bursting to life with the sounds of drums and beat of marching boots. all was suddenly shattered by a massive volley of fire, hundreds of guns spitting out great plumes of flre wreathing the sides of the ship in smoke and flame as seconds later the entire planet shook from the impacts. Bombardment cannons turned entire gargants into nothing but great showers of ork flesh and scrap metal, massive auto cannon shells tore apart entire mobs stitching lines of explosions across the lesser machines.

AS the machines great clawed foot was about to crush upon the ultra marines it staggered, a volley macro cannons shells slamming into Armour plated body, orks flew into the sky as internal magazines blew apart, finaly a great beam of light slammed into its upper body, the lance turning what it hit to molten metal. even orks could not keep from running as it fell backwards in flames as burning fuel, molten metal and explosions burned alive its crew. through the smoke a sqaudren to thunder hawks raced in, hulls black as night and angular. at the door the Marshall was stood in full terminator Armour. "Acting captain. get your men on board now, we have 2 minutes before your going to die otherwise"
"what, feth it, all Ultra marines, grab the wounded and get aboard now, i repeat disengage and evac on templer craft"
Ultramarine's ran for the thunder hawks as orks gave chase, some carried the dead, a few wounded where being helped by brothers, the clock was ticking 1.30 as the last marine boarded.
"Marshall Karak, hell of a show out there, 2 minutes?"
"New order, somthing big is coming, i won;t ruin the surprise"

The battle barge continued to plow forward casting a great shadow for many miles, guns bursting with flame and smoke, its hull bouncing off gargant fire as the dived ever lower to bring more guns to bear, the final battle line approached as the forward battery sent a massive wave of fire at the lead gargants, yet the supa shield held, great rounds hitting and deafening thunder claps sending the orks cheering madly as there god machine faced down this new foe.
"Vargos, the shields held, the gargant lives"
"looks like we are going to have to go lower and ram it"
"but sir its madness"
"aye, but none the less, full power, flank speed, drop her low and brace for impact"

The huge black monolith dived lower, its great plasma engines where sending great plumes of dust Kilometes into the air, surging forward across the plain, guns till firing and sending more orks screaming into death and black smoke plumes marking hits or hap hazed remains of scrap metal and writhing green skins.
"we are going to die" solemnly spoke Tangir"
"aye brother, we all will, but not this day, Plasma engines, overload power, hit her than full drive upwards"

The sight was one no one would ever see again, the great gargant fired all its weapons, even they would not stop the Battle barge now only gouging great scars into its ram as the armored prow cleaved into the monster, shields where useless vs something this big as it pulled up, the great 8km ship surged into the air, leaving only a beheaded body of metal behind and a avalanche of scrap metal from behind as it, dazed orks where streaming from its lowest ports or isnane stormy boys leaping from the upper battlements, all fleeing the wrecked beast.

Aurelius looked on in awe as the great ship plowed through the ork war machines, a trail of destruction behind and the cheers of human and marine a like could be heard from the battlements of the city. "lord Karak, why do we flee, do we not follow through with our victory, we have them dazed as ever we could hope"
"the crippled battle cruiser Victorious wrath right this moment is about be dropped on them, New order came up with this plan, there ships and men took out all the orbital defenses before we began the assault, now we destroy them"

In orbit its dive was steep, plasma engines that remained pushed the ship down steeper still into its final dive, most of the crew where dead, plasma reactors where on the verge of overload, atmosphere all but gone across 89% of the ship, but even in death they would do there duty. from the bridge the captain watched the planet come ever closer, details emerged, battle lines, and one final smoke on her cigar as the prow hit the earth, digging deep then the engines went. Troops all took to cover, New Order had got all the defenders behind the strongest walls, titans braced as the shock wave shook the very foundations of the hive and a great mushroom cloud rose from where the ork hoard was, Gargants burned in the nuclear fires, lesser machines reduced to ash the very moment of impact, the furthest knocked over by sheer force. still orks where hardy, the battle was not over, but imperial victory might begin.

Aboard the thunder hawk even the space marines struggled as shock wave caught them, dropping 500 feet in seconds they recovered straining the grav harness;s to there very limits.
"Damn Karak, that was insane, how did you live this long?"
"luck Brother Captain, Luck and alot of faith"

"Brother captain?"
"aye Brother captain Aurelius, your strike was bold, brave as any Marshall could think of, put the past behind and stand side by side against the filth on this world"
grabbing the marshals extended gauntlet "that i could do, now can someone find a apochery to patch this hole in my chest?"



Spoiler:
it is done, the ramming, Tactical_Spam idead for dropping a battle cruiser on the orks, and a few movie references. now that was fun, guess we may need to go with sanity now lol?

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Sgt. Vanden - OOC Hey, that was your doing. I didn't choose to fly in the "Dongerprise'.

"May the odds be ever in your favour"

Hybrid Son Of Oxayotl wrote:
I have no clue how Dakka's moderation work. I expect it involves throwing a lot of d100 and looking at many random tables.

FudgeDumper - It could be that you are just so uncomfortable with the idea of your chapters primarch having his way with a docile tyranid spore cyst, that you must deny they have any feelings at all.  
   
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Rotting Sorcerer of Nurgle






The Dog-house

Inquisitor Raela burst onto the command bridge with her retinue of Ogryn Bone 'Eads, Ripper guns locked and loaded. Chapter Master Ryus spun his command throne around and beamed down at the Inquisitor. The Jury made haste to block off the path to the Chapter Master.

"What in the name of Holy Terra was that stunt! I demand reasoning for leveling half a damned continent!!" the raging Inquisitor screamed as she drew and leveled her plasma pistol at Ryus. Outside the ocuport, the hive which currently housed the 3 grand companies of the New Order, several other Astartes chapters, various guard regiments and the Legio Titanicus was still under heavy siege, but relieved that someone crashed their Battle Cruiser in front of it.

"Calm yourself Inquisitor. Everything is going as planned... Now if you excuse me.." Ryus turned to his pict screen and addressed his fellow ship-captains, "All ships, this is Chapter Master Ryus aboard the Warpath Crucible. Prepare to unleash all macro cannon and lance batteries on the coordinates I am sending you... We still have more Gargants bearing down on the downed Battle Cruiser... Pray your aim is true."

The Chapter Master turned to address his other pict screen which held the image of Captain Aurelius. "Captain, I suggest you tell your crew to abandon ship. I am bringing the fire of the Heavens upon you..."

H.B.M.C.- The end hath come! From now on armies will only consist of Astorath, Land Speeder Storms and Soul Grinders!
War Kitten- Vanden, you just taunted the Dank Lord Ezra. Prepare for seven years of fighting reality...
koooaei- Emperor: I envy your nipplehorns. <Magnus goes red. Permanently>
Neronoxx- If our Dreadnought doesn't have sick scuplted abs, we riot.
Frazzled- I don't generally call anyone by a term other than "sir" "maam" "youn g lady" "young man" or " HEY bag!"
Ruin- It's official, we've ran out of things to talk about on Dakka. Close the site. We're done.
mrhappyface- "They're more what you'd call guidlines than actual rules" - Captain Roboute Barbosa
Steve steveson- To be clear, I'd sell you all out for a bottle of scotch and a mid priced hooker.
 
   
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Ultramarine Librarian with Freaky Familiar





Aurelius though he'd seen it all. He had watched worlds burn under the fire of a cyclonic torpedo. He had seen the first hand effect of Hrud ageing fields. He had witnessed Dark Eldar flense a man where he stood, parting every inch of flesh from his bones bit by bit. Nothing compared to that though: dropping a damned Strike Cruiser on the orks. It took their bastardised Roks to another level: the Victorius Wrath indeed. Apothecary Venatio and the Black Templars apothecary had managed to patch up his chest wound as best they could, but no amount of medicine could ail the dull headache Aurelius felt. The Acting-Captain wasn't sure if it was from his foolhardy drop, or the Chaos witch's influence, but he didn't mention that. Not to Karak, especially. He knew how the sons of Dorn took to the warp-touched and psychic.

He looked around the crowded Thunderhawk. Most of his best men were aboard it, as well as what could only be Karak's most trusted. The rest of his men were aboard the other Thunderhawks, receiving medical attention, or making acquaintances with their battle brothers. Aurelius made his way to Karak, who stood overlooking the sweeping ground below from an open hatch. Ultramarine stood with Black Templar, victorious.

"That was a hell of a show you pulled back there."

"I could say likewise. Dropping blind into their midst? Risky, but effective."

A pause.

"Karak, I can't say how much we - "

"Save your words, Ultramarine. You don't need to thank us. We stand together in this crusade. I see that now. You are not sullied by the blinding pride of Sicarius. And for that, I apologise for my prior concerns."

"I'm flattered. Would you be - "

"Aurelius. You don't need to offer me any reward. Victory was enough."

"Again, flattered. But I had a different proposition."

Karak cocked his head to the side, quizzically. "Let's hear it."

Aurelius folded his arms. "Heard of Biker Boss Kicklass Nage?"

A globule of acidic spit flew out of the Thunderhawk as Karak spat.
"Aye. He's plagued my men since we started this damn crusade. Killed plenty of good men."

"Same here. In fact, my Chapter has a bounty on his head."

"So, what are you getting at?" Karak had the start of a smile on his lips.

"Let's hunt some ork."

"Ultramarine, I'm beginning to like you more and more."

Spoiler:
So, up for a cheeky bit of ork hunting? Mind, we'd only be able to take the one Thunderhawk we're both in, but I reckon that's enough.
Also, I'll post my results for my number rolls, in case anyone wants to see.


Ultramarines are trying to defend Hasselgrave from a walker assault. I choose number 63.
------minor victory on this front. Orbital bombardment will cause some friendly fire and some losses to the walker assualt. Its is hard to get heavy weapons in place out of a drop pod assault and this is what is needed for walkers. Tactical error?

Cadians are defending Hasselgrave from within the walls, using emplaced artillery and point defense guns to mop up any stragglers: I use number 26.
--------victory here, hasselgrave is well defended by the veterans cadians. Artillery will destroy some key piece and shake the defenders morale but they utimatley hold with no more than expected losses.

Deathwatch Vanguard Veterans and Scouts are hunting down the Heldrake. Good old-fashioned dragon hunt! I'll take number 56.
-----wow, closest ive seen yet. Resounding victory here, no losses from the loyalists. Perhaps it wasnt a heldrake after all? How did they make it look so easy?

Deathwatch marines are doing a bit of sleuthing to find a traitor in the Imperial heirarchy. Odd for Deathwatch to do this, but who will argue with the Inquisition's henchmen? Will need an event that causes them to suspect a traitor though. Perhaps a "friendly fire" incident or bad intel? Number 19.
--------damn, good rolling again on this one. Major victory. The quick exterminatus that the Templars keep using is making the Inquistion wary of what could be going on over there. Also someone has leaked that High Command is contact with the Orks again to hire them...or are they...

And lastly, my Ultramarines will assist the Templars in hunting down an Ork Biker boss. Number 77. Who will get the honour of his death?
-----its like the Emperor blessed you, again you were close. Your UM will carry the day with his death.




They/them

 
   
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Keeper of the Holy Orb of Antioch





avoiding the lorax on Crion

A good old fashioned ork hunt, what a better way to end the day after dropping a battle cruiser on orks or beheading a gargant with a moving battle barge. Plus a dead ork seems a good way to cement the alience.

Though someone might need to patch the ultramarines armour abit though first.

And if you need a number for who gets the kill, 37

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Sgt. Vanden - OOC Hey, that was your doing. I didn't choose to fly in the "Dongerprise'.

"May the odds be ever in your favour"

Hybrid Son Of Oxayotl wrote:
I have no clue how Dakka's moderation work. I expect it involves throwing a lot of d100 and looking at many random tables.

FudgeDumper - It could be that you are just so uncomfortable with the idea of your chapters primarch having his way with a docile tyranid spore cyst, that you must deny they have any feelings at all.  
   
 
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