In a galaxy far far away, two people had sex, and a creature named Shas'o vera was brought into existence. Although this was no ordinary creature, for the Master Jedi Obi-wan Kenobi foresaw a disturbance in the force. Many years later, this creature grew into maturity. Being drawn ever closer to what most would call and consider heresy, or blasphemy this creature felt that the true Imperium of Man should be led by pelvic thrusting. Avoiding the Commissariat and others who would put down his beliefs with a bolt round to the head, he acquired a small retinue of followers. As this retinue traveled the galaxy their retinue grew with people who believed their beliefs and Ideals. Many years later, finally with their retinue strong enough. They began waging war with the Imperium of Man. The fighting during this time was the most brutal and fierce as the Loyalists and Thrusters waged war for the Galaxy. It is the 41st Millennium and there is only War.



This is an sign-up game only. If you post and are not listed to participate your posts will be completely ignored. PM me if you wish to join and I will update the rosters and then you may join.


Loyalists
Commissar NIkev - Knights of Nucia, Steel of Razengoar, Angels of Ordain , Isha's Last Hope(Eldar)
raptor8 - 1st Cadian Assault Regiment
Darkvoidof40k - Volcarth regiment of Imperial Guard
Caelun Niveus - Kabal Wolf Pack
Coc0loc0 - Crimson Fists
Gregerson - Space Wolves
fallen_wolfborn - Sons of Steel, Lupran Nordic 1st, 2nd and 3rd Regiments of the IG,Eldar and Tau alliance of Vaulkara Prima
The Glass Ninja - Fist of Sammarath and Emperor's Fist
HaloNachos - The Kyrie 15th Assault Brigade

Thrusters
Munch Munch - Hive Fleet Thruster, Craftworld Thrustian, and Angels Enthrusting
Maverick - 42nd Elysian Drop Thrusters, Second Titan Pelvis Legion
Cadet_Commissar_Ludd - 63rd Thrustican Armoured Regiment , Tau Thrust FOrce of the Sept of Giggity'ora
Commissar Wolfie - Ork hordes of Warboss Thrustgot, Chaos chapter of The Fallen Pelvic, Space wolves Chapter of The Furry Thrusters and Tau of Sept Thrustins Majoris under Commander Thrusticus
Scrazza - 17th Khazak thruster regiment
Mozzyfozzy - Slaanesh's Rejects

Miscellaneous Factions
Scorpionov - Blood Champions

Gods
Shas'o Vera - Daemonic armies of thrust

Nikev, you seem to have forgotten my thrust guard of the planet of phallis.

Nikev, ridon fox hasnt sent a message yet

PM'd

PM'd (about 30 minutes prior to this post )

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Ready to fight on your command shas'o vera.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:PM'd (about 30 minutes prior to this post )

Who ya fighting for boy?

PM'd joining my thrustering brothers. FOR THE ALL MIGHTY THRUSTER!!!

shas'o vera wrote:Nikev, you seem to have forgotten my thrust guard of the planet of phallis.

Being seen as a False God, you have pretty much all kinds of military at your disposal, so I just said Horde instead of listing.

but I'll add your Personal Bodyguard regiment on...just for you

Right, Well tomorrow I probably won't be on till late. So, you guys can either begin the bonbardlements or if you want I can summon a intro story other than the one that would actually be an introduction to the fighting and 'story'.......choice is all up to you guys.....I'll check back tomorrow to see your answer.


Also, as seeing this is a comical thread. I suggest that the Thrusters make more comical names for their armies. If you look at Munch Munch's army list you'll see his custom names, I would personally find it more hilarious to see more names like that This Disregards Loyalists though, as not being of such heretical nature our names must be pure and true to the God Emperor of Mankind

I vote for a proper intro story.

^ this

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Ribon Fox wrote:

Munch Munch! wrote:I vote for a proper intro story.

I too vote for this

*thrusts* i thrust for this option

*Anti thrusts* While voting for the above

Out of interest as I'm a heretical loyalist do I get to name my army?

Yes, you have to PM NIkev though. Also, we should have this take place in a single solar system IMO, otherwise it'll become WTFconfuzzlation soon enough.

Nikev, my armies are the 63rd thrustican armoured regiment (attatched to the Tanith First and Only) and the Tau Thrust Force of the sept of Giggity'ora.

42nd Elysian Drop Thrusters, at your service, sah!

Caim had never been the most loyal of Imperial Citizens, but he was thankful for all that the Emperor had Provided and would never abandon him. He had just finished work and was heading home. On his way home, he decided to take the short way, only to find that there was construction. "Dammit" he cursed under his breath "Guess I'll take the long way, at least I can get myself a nice drink on the way.". Walking home, he came upon his favorite drink shop only to find that it was closed due to vandalism. "Damn!" he shouted, kicking the door. When he hit the door, it cracked a little releasing a odd sound from inside the shop. Knowing far better than to go investigate, curiosity overcame him. Forcing the door open as quickly and quietly as he could, he shuffled inside. Sneaking to the back of the room, he saw the most horrendous thing he could ever see in 3 eldar lifetimes. Terrified he ran from the building and straight to the nearest Commissariat Building.



3 Years Later
"HOLD THE EMPEROR DAMNED LINE YOU DOGS!" Commissar Zek Shouted at the men by his sides. "LET NOT ONE OF THESE HEAT-" A bright flash appeared through the commissar's head and showered the guardsmen by his sides. Horrified by this, the surrounding guardsmen were frozen with terror as the Banner of the Arch-Enemy charged forward.



Pulling back his scope from killing the commissar, Munch Munch! sat back and watched the banners showing their Pelvic thrusting lord. He switched on his micro-bead"All forces, move up and destroy the fools." Watching in pleasure as the armies of the Thrusting lord overtook the imperial position Munch Munch began doing his thrusting prayer.


Months Later - Moments before the current time
Fleet Commander Ribon Fox stood in the command bridge of his ship, reviewing the information with the other Commanders. "First we strike here" Ribon pointed to the planet Thrustabon, "Once we have secured that planet we will proceed to clease the rest of the galaxy. Then we will move on to the next." The Commanders acknowledged the orders. "We arrive planet fall in 2 hours" With that the Commanders went off to prep their armies and machines of war.



Current time - Planet Side

In the town of Giggity Gig-Gig the citizens looked upon the sky to see the landers crash down upon the ground to releasing the Imperial Loyalists to charge down into the town and retake the city. With the City being taken, The Loyalist Imperial army take to taking the next town, Thrustonicon.






{OOC - So there it is.......the Loyalists are going to attack the town, while you Thrusters Defend......we'll go from there with the planet and all that Jazz

Town of Thrustonicon

Warmaster Maverick (Full title; Lord Solar Major Emperor Colonel-Commissar-Castellan of Terra's Generals, Maverick XIV) of the Thrust-corps, Military Commander and Supreme Strategist to Thrust-Lord Vera, spoke quickly. The so-called loyalist army was approaching, fast.

He turned to Munch, Vera's second in command.

"Lord Munch, we have enemy forces advancing at us from across the river. I have sent word for the Angels Enthrusting to blow the bridges, and for the other commanders to prepare for a counter thrust, to catch the enemy off guard."

Munch stared out of the peep-hole in the makeshift bunker, where the generals would plan their moves against the nay-sayers. He watched all the destruction and bodies, wondering why these so-called loyalists fought for a horrible dictatorship. The Emperor had wished for a peaceful empire, where everyone's voice would be heard. This was what pelvic thruster movement stood for. To be able to do what you like, as a free citizen. And surely there was nothing better than the friendship of your fellow pelic-thrusters.

"Excellent." He replied to Maverick, the lead general and a masterful tactician.
"Is there any word from the others? When can we expect reinforcments? We're losing men out there!"

Nikev looked out amongst the battle, the Heretics where determined. They had put up very powerful defenses around the town of Thrusticon. Nikev looked to his Adjutant Bantine "Call in the Angels of Ordain".

Ludd enters the bunker, auto-pistol drawn, greatcoat flapping in a heroic manner with a large cut on the side of his face...

"The time has come to thrust"

The Angels Screeched over the Loyalist army and began unloading their ordinance amongst the Thrusting armies defenses. As the Angels finished dropping their ordinance they turned tail and began leaving the battlefield to resupply.

"NOW IS THE TIME!" Nikev shouted arriving to the second line. "IT IS TIME TO TAKE THESE THRUSTING HERETICS! CHARGE!" NIkev burst from cover with the guardsmen around him and charged into the fray.

Munch knew Ludd entered the bunker before he even turned around.
"Ludd! Thank Emperor! Did you bring the reinforcemnets? These bastards just keep coming and coming!"
He turned around, and noticed the big gnarly scar on his face.
"Oh my! What happened!?!"

Those fething anti-thrusters intercepted us on the way from the southern encampments, but we gave em hell in return

My Lord's i am here and ready for battle. The Ork hordes of Warboss Thrustgot await to be unleashed on the right flank. The chapter of The Fallen Pelvic await orders on the left flank. And The Tau under commander Thrusticus and the Chapter of The Furry Thrusters with chapter master Thrustus Maximus await orders to rapid deploy where needed to support the lines. Send me where i am needed my lords. I shall help to enlighten these poor misbegotten Fethers as to the power of the Thrusting movement. My bolt pistol and my power axe shall sing the thrusting praises this day. ONWARD TO VICTORY MY FELLOW THRUSTERS!

I have under my command 4 cadres of my Tau auxiliries, A full 'thruster's fist' tank company with supporting long thrust artillery battery, 1000 eager guardsmen and a small contigent of stealthy Tanithy thrusty goodness. Also I have manta's waiting on my command in low orbit...

Send in the Boyz to help soften up those men

Maverick waited patiently. Men, we have these non-believer scum right where we want them...

The defenses I have prepared around this town are impenetable. I have waves upon waves of men set up, in firearcs that cover each other, in fortified positions, and in bunkers. These walls shall not fall, these defences shall NOT waiver.

Gentlemen, the time has come for a new dawn of thrust-related humour. Prepare the Shock Troops for an assault.

*FOOOOOOOOOM*

That, men, is the bridges over the river falling to pieces. The enemy shall have a far harder time getting their vehicles to our defenses than they had originally planned. For no vehicle, large or small, can cross a 70ft river like this.

And Like my forefather, Castellan Creed, I shall cleanse the stars of this filth. Prepare the armoured thrust, Ludd. I wish you to lead it.

"exquisite, m'lud ." a voice sounded in the bunker.
Thrust officer Scrazza strode through the door of the bunker in a very heroical way.
" I have arrived to help you in this quest of thrusting to take my part in this monumental time. I bring with me the 17th regiment of the Khazak Thrusters on foot and the 19th regiment of khazak thruster cavalry on bicycles. all together we number 10000 men strong."
"At you service mi lordships of the thrust."

Munch, sir, it would be an honour to lead the armoured contingent into battle, I will command my forces from the Iron Thrust, my personal Leman Russ.

Farseer Munch sent a message to the hive tyrant. Him and his horde were behind a hill, waiting for the signal that would tell them it was time to strike. telepathicly, Munch requested the harpies and gargolyes.

"We request your help now. We need air superiority. Please send us your harpies and gargolyes. In this cause we are bound, ally. Let us end this."
Seconds later, animalistic screeches and calls could be heard, despite the horrors of war below. A massive horde, possibly numbering over 60 beasts, was descending on the loyalist dogs. The gargoyles started to attack the imperials, and the harpies proide coering fire for the mantas. War had begun, and there was no turning back.

Where do you want the 17th and the 19th, fellow thrusters?

ONWARDS MEN OF THE THRUST!!! we will wipe this non-believer scum from the face of this world.
*The noise of one hundred fully armoured LRBT (Leman Russ Battle Thrusters)*

"Thrust at me will you!" Nikev shouted dodging a attack, "Take this!" He shouted as he thrust his weapon deep into the throat of his enemy. The armies were at a stand still at the riverfront. The Loyalists not being able to advance because of the destroyed bridges, a new way accross was needed. so Nikev went back to the Command Center to figure out a new plan.

Send the 17th and 19th in support of the 2nd Pelvic Titan Legion, Commander Scrazza.

Scrazza, place your men on that ridge, the bikers need to follow up the armoured thrust right into the centre of their lines.

Cadet_Commissar_Ludd wrote:Munch, sir, it would be an honour to lead the armoured contingent into battle, I will command my forces from the Iron Thrust, my personal Leman Russ.

Go, Comrade, and bring aroumered death to the lackeys of Nikev. I will summon my Elven brethren. I will then lead the charge of my brothers.

As the enemies were left with no room to manouvere, the mantas and tiger sharks began their bombing run...

Ludd! Drive now, while Nikev attempts to regroup at his command centre! Trap the loyalists between the banks and your tracks!

aha! do not worry, fellow thrusters. I will back up your assault, I will escort your tank regiment with my Khazak thruster cavalry on bicycles. I shall lead them on my personal pimped bicycle of Khazak.
"Onwards, fellow thrusters, TO BATTLE ! ! ! ! "

The enemy, severely battered by the tau air support were then forced further into cover as the quaking reverbarations of the basilisks filled the air...

"Knights of Nucia, Steel of Razengoar, Angels of Ordain , Isha's Last Hope(Eldar), 1st Cadian Assault Regiment, Army of Slaanesh, 142nd Angel Guard, Storm Riders, Volcarth regiment of Imperial Guard! FIGHT THESE HETHENS BACK AND LET NOT A SINGLE ONE PASS! HOLD THE LINE AND KEEP THEM BACK! ARTILLERY FIRE ON THOSE TANKS! ANGLES STOP THEIR AIR SUPPORT! INFANTRY TARGET THEIR INFANTRY! DESTOY THEM!" Nikev bellowed as he shot round after round into the horde that was assaulting.




(OOC- DAMMIT I"M ALONG RIGHT NOW! AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAGHGHGHGHHGHAGHALKFJODVUIONGOEUNGUIOEN!!!!)

We will crush them with rapid thrusts of my armoured speartip, LRBT (leman russ battle thrusters) onwards!!! we will make them beg us to stop, our thrusts will be too rapid, hard and skillful but will we stop my brethren? NO FOR WE ARE SOLDIERS OF THRUSTONICON!!!!!!!!!!

under cover of the basilisks, the thruster cavaly on bicycles assaulted the royalists scum. at the head of the bicycle assault was thrust officer Scrazza, kicking the pedals of his bicycles like a madman while waving his powerthrustsword and shouting:" FOR THE THRUST AND OUR THUST LORD SHAS'O VERA!!!!!!!!

Yes, let us never forget our lord and master, shas'o vera, even in the heart of this glorious thrust.

Crap....double post...thought the first one didn't go through

Maverick turned to the data-table. The battle was progrssing nicely. Intercepted transmissions told him that The loyalist leader, the heretic Nikev was retreating to regroup. The Air caste attacks were being prepared, and soon, very soon, they would bomb the enemy positions on the far banks. With the bridges down, even the enemy infantry were going to find it hard to make an assault.

Maverick turned then to the mirror, and adjusted his hair. It takes years to look this dashingly handsome, he thought.

Turning once more to the data slate, he gave the command to Munch to reinforce Ludd's previous thrust. Despite being Munch's junior in the Thrust-Corps, he was the senior commander. Munch and Maverick had been close friends in the Schola Thrustenium, and were brothers of war. Munch showed more aptitude for the Political aspect of their crusade, whilst Maverick was a master strategist, commander of both air and ground forces. Munch was the more experienced of the two, an expert ground force commander, always leading from the front.

Maverick adjusted his earpiece.

"Ludd, this is maverick. Watch for enemy air support. It's getting all too quiet."

The Ork Hordes rocketed towards the loyalist lines in their trukks, battlewagons, and looted vehicles. Meanwhile the chapters of Furry Thrusters and the Fallen Pelvic deep striked and teleported in admist the loyalist guardsmen while the tau forces provided fire support.
Commisar Wolfie "Charge Them men! Hit them while they are reeling from our thrusts! Show them how mighty we thrust!"

Scrazza and his bicycle outrider unit charged into the retreating royalist hordes. Scrazza personally killed 17 royalists with his powerthrustsword. The regiment had done well. they swarmed unto the retreating royalist scum. then the order came from high command of Khazak thrusters to stop assaulting and park their bicycles and make ready for the night. When scrazza parked his bicycle and made ready for the night. the Scrazza realized HE was the Khazak high command, and that it was still midday.
"meh doesn't matter, the royalists run, and my men are tired, the crossed no man's land in under 14 minutes"
he was proud of his bicycle equipped warriors.

The Manta's, having finished their shooty scary deathy stuff, began to release their true payload, the sky went dark as thousands of jet thrusting experimental Tau suits began their landing, making strange thrusting motions through the air
"These blue dudes might not thrust like we do but they sure do know how to prosecute a rapid aerial thrust attack..."

Only moments after that sentiment, Ludd's LRBT (leman russ battle thruster) exploded in a thrusty fireball as one of Nikev's heathens plunged a powerfist into it's experimental thrusting reactor (it was powered by Ludd's sheer ability to thrust)

Maverick looked at the map. Apparently the ork horde was making an unauthorised attack. This was to be expected however.

He sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow

"Thrust Trooper, get me a beer. It's going to be a long night."

Planning to make the most of the battle, Maverick sent word for the Armoured Thrust to retract behind the lines to recover. The Ork horde would cross the river, and continue the assault and pursuit there.

"Commander, send word to the Maurauder Vigilant teams to start searching for the Enemy CP. Cut off the head and the body shall die. Except if it's a pelvic thruster. Nothing stops the body thrusting. Ever."

"Commissar Wolfie, pursue targets across the river, don't let them regroup. Support will come as soon as possible. Vera protects. Good luck."

and with that, maverick cracked open his beer, and began to pelvic thrust his way around the command centre....

War Walkers started assaulting from the east, destroying opposition, and scattering enemy guardsmen. Farseer Munch charged with the guardians, while the dire avangers laid down a withering storm of shurikens. As he charged, Munch thought about Maverick. He had trained with him, eaten with him and fought with him. That was what he loved about the Pelvic thrusting movement. It allowed the pleople of the galaxy to get together and form peace. He hated his Eldar brothers from the other craftworlds, the ones who called the other species mon-keigh. An insult, to anyone they thought inferior. But all this prejudice and hate towards each other, made them no better than the youger species. He vowed he would create a galaxy where everyone cared for each other, where peace was long lasting. He would do this by erasing the dictatorships that was the Imperium, and destroy the arrogant bastards that were his close-minded brethren.

"I hear and obey my lord Maverick. I swear these dogs shall not rest nor know peace until they have all been thourghly thrusted." Commisar Wolfie adjusted his micro bead and then set to swinging his power axe into every loyalist he could find while popping off shots from his bolt pistol screaming "Don't run you cowards! Embrace the thrust. For it shall set you free!"

Making it back to the safety of the command center Nikev cursed for today. "DAMMIT!" He yelled smacking papers off a desk angrily. "You know, smacking papers won't win you this war." Said on of Nikev's Tacticians. "I know, but the damned defenses are too well defended to penetrate. They are slaughtering the guard though they can make no progress through the no mans land, and we can't make progress because we can't get close enough to the river because they cover it from the other side. All we can do now is push the forces they have on no-mans land back across however they got across and keep the stalemate a stalemate.". "Ah" said the Tactician, "We may have a solution here" Nikev and the Tacticians gathered round the tact-map as the forces outside fought.

The next thing Ludd knew, he was flying through the air, he could see the battle all around him, his greatcoat was on fire and the burning hulk of what was left of the Iron Thrust. Suddenly there was a flash of purple and blue, the sound of a jet pack then everything went black...

Maverick finished his beer. This was starting to get FUN. The enemy would rue the day they messed with the Thrust-Corps.

Maverick opened his hip flask, and drank. a 14-year old whiskey. The taste burnt his throat, and left a fire in his belly. The kind of fire that he experienced when he was thrusting into battle. He called for another beer, and thrusted over to the map.

The artillery batteries were firing in an extended line, increasing target range all the time, to bombard in front of the retreating loyalist hordes, so that they would have no respite. He sent word for the siege mortar units to pop smoke between the enemy and their staging grounds. the less information those heretics had, the better.

His beer arrived, and maverick necked it quickly. Ironic, he thought, that the Thrust-Corps greatest strategist was a drunkard. He cast his mind to munch, his friend of old.

"Munch, Situation report!"

"Munch, Situation report!", Maverick spoe into his ear-peice. Unfortunatley, Munch couldn't answer. The eldar assault was getting desperate. Most of the guardians were dead, the Dire Avengers were tired, and the scorpions were fighting to get to the position but the fighting was too fierce. Munch tried everything in his power to keep the dogs back and his allies strong. This was his fault for getting stuck in so quicky. If he would die, he would do so by taking as many loyalists with him...

Ludd looked up, to see several camo paint covered faces and purple and blue hulking armoured suits around him...

Maverick looked at the battle map. Munch was right in the thick of it, really in fething trouble.

"Munch, take command of my legion. the 42nd Elysian Drop Thrusters are en-route to your position."

Much as he hated to admit it, Munch was a far better ground commander than he, and would use the valkyrie-mounted airborne troops to better effect than he. They were needed there, and Munch was the commander on that ground.

"...and wolfie, continue the chase. Expect enemy defenses directly ahead."

Where the feth am I? at first Ludd was angry but then he recognized the camo paint smeared on the features of the men around him... a smile broke across his face, well then gentlemen, let's get to work...

Maverick sat in the command centre. Now on his third AquilaWeiser, he savoured the imperial goodness of the fine, mass-produced beer.

Turning to the command board, he saw that the Iron Thrust had been destroyed...

wasn't that Ludd's vehicle?

"FETH! LUDD - STATUS REPORT!"

Ludd held his binoculars to his face as he peered over the ridge behind which they were crouched. "It appears that Munch is in a little bit of trouble... Mkoll thrust over to their flank" he whispered into his micro-bead. "Well then, we can't spend all day sitting on our arses can we" He felt a familiar feeling in his chest as he leapt to his feet, "MEN OF TANITH, DO YOU WANT TO LIVE FOREVER?"

"here come the Mechanical Heathens!" Santor screamed, "Ready!" the Bike riding monstrosities came ever closer, hacking down loyalists left and right. "AIM!" Santor screamed, the Thrusters were almost there. "FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!" Santor screamed at the top of his lungs. The Basalisks opened up and began to decimate the bike riding Thrusters. A few came threw with minor shrapnel damage...But would they continue to the next trap?




(OOC - Wolfie that is a option to move forward, But be warned, you WILL be injured if you venture further into my territory. Seeing as how your past the frontline)

My Lord we shall continue to disrupt them as much as possible behind their lines. If It is the Almighty Thrusters will that I die fighting this day. Then I shall die Thrusting.

He ran forwards on the heathen's flank, his auto-pistol spitting death, the XV-thrust suits leapt and bound ahead of his men, he glanced back up to the ridge to see Larkin taking down the non- believers, one at a time.

Cadet_Commissar_Ludd wrote:He felt a familiar feeling in his chest as he leapt to his feet, "MEN OF TANITH, DO YOU WANT TO LIVE FOREVER?"

haha! YOU Cheeky bastard

Commissar Ludd was fine. Apparently Ibram Gaunt was on vacation to Armageddon, visiting Yarrick, so Ludd had taken field command of the Tanith First.

Maverick gave the order for Ludd to re-inforce Munch.

"Send in the whiteshield divisions. All of them"

The Whiteshield divisons, men not fully trained in the art of thrusting, were truly a sight to be hold, six-thousand men a division, and all for the glory of Vera, who was, by now, a new god of Chaos.

"Gak! kill the non-thrusters" screamed Ludd as he crouched behind the ruined wall, shots peppering the other side. He yelled into his wrist mounted communicator "I NEED SUPPORT!" he glanced down the line to see munch, bleeding profusely... "Dorden, MEDIC, I NEED A MEDIC ON MY POSITION!!!" he ran to his comrade and held him steady, the scattered remnants of his early strike pinned down in the ruins...

Commissar Ludd was there and Munch welcomed him. His best medic, had worked dozens of minutes working on Munch, healing with his best medic. Coupled with Munch's powers, he was healed up to combat status.
"Thank Khaine your here. Alright, if any of maverick's troops are close to the waterfall, please make your way to the rally point. We need all the help we can get."
Munch was glad that Maverick was in overall command. Even though Munch was good at planning, he wasn't very good at dealing with situations he didn't interpret. That was the reason Maverick was in charge. He could determine the ebb and flow of a battle. Slowly, Munch's position pushed back Nikev's forces. But he wasn't the only force there. He smellt the smell of crude gunpowder and the screams of guardsmen. "Get back you giant toad! Back your gon-" A snap was heard.
Munch grinned. Though crude and savage, Munch appreciated the simplicity and effeicencty with which the orks killed with. He wouldn't be joining the warp today.

Ludd smiled to himself as he looked skyward to see Orca dropships inbound to his position...

"FOR ISHA!" The Guardians shouted as they charged the Thrustering Guardians. "You fools! You have turned from our Gods to a False God and you will now Pay for this! Do you not remember all that Isha has done for us! Do you not remember her Sacrifice! We will destroy you for your foolishness!" The Guardians began hammering into the Thrusting Armies forces even harder.

Maverick heard the commissar's cries over the Vox-Network, and was hit with a wall of shock.

Munch. His brother, his warrior, his commander, was injured. He risked compromising his battleplans if he sent more troops to him, but he couldn't leave him to die, could he?

He had to. He had no choice.





Major Callaghan of the 42nd Elysian Drop Thrusters set the valkyrie down beside ludd and munch. He could tell something was up, immediately. Ludd cried out for help, and Callaghan sent his forces out. His men lifted them aboard the transport, and they set off, returning to the Thrust-Corps Medicae Facility, near the CP.

aw dammit, he's OK?

scrap the second paragraph haha

There were a dozen of them, lined up and well oiled, ready for battle... Ludd smiled as he looked out of the window of the medical Valkyrie to see the mighty Super-Thrusty vehicles of the armoured company fresh hulking war machines capable of destroying cities, this battle might be won yet he thought as the drugs filled his bloodstream...

Maverick wrote:aw dammit, he's OK?

scrap the second paragraph haha

Medic Dorden can fix any wound... no matter how dead his patient is

The angels descended to the battlefield. They had done this dozens of times, and were well prepared. Cutting into Nikev's Eldar guardians just like butter, they slowly made their way to Maverick's command position. He had learned that Munch was ok. But he had already sent to many men to help him. The angels decided that they would reinforce this position and defeat Niev's minion's

Maverick necked another AquilaWeiser. Ludd would get the Medallion Thrusticus after this was over. By Vera, he would have it.

Cadet_Commissar_Ludd wrote:There were a dozen of them, lined up and well oiled, ready for battle... Ludd smiled as he looked out of the window of the medical Valkyrie to see the mighty Super-Thrusty vehicles of the armoured company fresh hulking war machines capable of destroying cities, this battle might be won yet he thought as the drugs filled his bloodstream...

I do hope your not speaking about anything the Size of a Titan.....as it is FAR to early for anything of that magnitude

"What should we do now sir?" Seargent thrustica asked looing at Maverick.

Commissar NIkev wrote:

Cadet_Commissar_Ludd wrote:There were a dozen of them, lined up and well oiled, ready for battle... Ludd smiled as he looked out of the window of the medical Valkyrie to see the mighty Super-Thrusty vehicles of the armoured company fresh hulking war machines capable of destroying cities, this battle might be won yet he thought as the drugs filled his bloodstream...

I do hope your not speaking about anything the Size of a Titan.....as it is FAR to early for anything of that magnitude

No Mr Nikev, just some experimental LRBTs (leman russ battle thrusters) like the iron thrust that got exploded by one of your lackeys, what's your counter?

As the Angels began assaulting the Guardians, they called for their brother Spider's 'Unique' Maneuver. "As always" the lead Spider replied. Bursting from nowhere the Spiders appeared before the Angels and unloaded their ordinance before vanishing into thin air, although, not all Warp Spiders were successful and were cut down by the swift angels. With the Angel line minorly staggered the Guardians Hammered fire into the Thrusting Angels ranks harder than ever.

Commissar NIkev wrote:

Cadet_Commissar_Ludd wrote:There were a dozen of them, lined up and well oiled, ready for battle... Ludd smiled as he looked out of the window of the medical Valkyrie to see the mighty Super-Thrusty vehicles of the armoured company fresh hulking war machines capable of destroying cities, this battle might be won yet he thought as the drugs filled his bloodstream...

I do hope your not speaking about anything the Size of a Titan.....as it is FAR to early for anything of that magnitude

QFT
I don't think we're even ready for monstrous creatures.

Maverick was tired. He needed sleep, else he was going to keep drinking. and if he kept drinking, he would be drunk in command. And whilst that was fun (he cast his mind back to his days as imperial commander on Isstvaan V), it was unnacceptable.

Munch, rally the troops. We defend the riverbanks through the night, and then we shall consolidate our efforts in the morning. Prepare the artillery to continue the fire, no respite.

Cadet_Commissar_Ludd wrote:

Commissar NIkev wrote:

Cadet_Commissar_Ludd wrote:There were a dozen of them, lined up and well oiled, ready for battle... Ludd smiled as he looked out of the window of the medical Valkyrie to see the mighty Super-Thrusty vehicles of the armoured company fresh hulking war machines capable of destroying cities, this battle might be won yet he thought as the drugs filled his bloodstream...

I do hope your not speaking about anything the Size of a Titan.....as it is FAR to early for anything of that magnitude

No Mr Nikev, just some baneblades, what's your counter?

I don't think its wise to use such super-heavies this early into the battle......I mean.....if your going to bring that.....I could just have some of the larger ships in orbit drop some ship-side Ordnance ever so accurately on your little machines of war

Thats what I have to counter if you wish to bring in the Heavy Thrustocities

Ludd out

Caught unaware by the warp spiders and guardians, the angels enthrusting assault squad was slaughtered to a man, the sole survvivor staggering into cover with Maverick.
"Those fething bastards took out my whole squad! We have to do something..." and with that, the light was snubbed out of his eyes.

Munch couldn't believe it. He had survived. Thanking Ludd, he told them the were moving up the river, to the ork WAAAGH!. He would help the green-skinned thrusters, even if they would all die.

Maverick threw a data-slate across the room to the Officio Thrustinorum assassin.

"This is Commissar Nikev. Finish him."

Maverick Then turned to Munch, and shook his hand. A Smile played on his eldar features, recognisable beneath the grimace of the warrior he was.

"Welcome to hell, My Lord."

Munch returned the gesture. Not an eldar custom, by any means, but one he appreciated. Fighting with his brother once more, like their earlier days.

Maverick turned to the map and pointed at the Ork Horde. Wolfie was up ahead, still prosecuting enemy targets with tactical maneouvers.

"Munch, it's a lot to ask, but I need you here. I'm sorry for your eldar brethren, we shall gather the spirit stones after. But for now, this is where I need you. Take the 42nd Elysian once more, and harry the enemy with all your fury and prowess. Good luck. Oh, and vera sends his love."

It's time Hive Tyrant. You can begin your charge whenever you are ready. Make your way into Nikev's territory. Kill them all. Munch had given them the signal. The horde started stirring, coming to life. The tyrant shouted an animalistic growl, telling the swarm it was their time. Screeches, growls and animalistic calls filled the air, followed by the galloping of feet. The swarm covered no mans land quickly, paying no heed to the creatures that fell behind or to the creatures that triggered landmines. If galactic domination by pelvic thrust was their goal, what was a few lowly beasts in exchange for everlasting peace? As they neared Nikev's fortress, the soldiers on guard opened fire...

Maverick chuckled to himself. The thrustanids would make short work of nikev's already beleaguered forces.

"Ludd - follow the imperial advance. Take your Tanith down the centre, break right after your wrecked tank, and take out the enemy power facilities. Without power, they cannot function. We shall starve these heretics out."

"Munch, High five."

"HOLY HELLISH THRONE!" an Unnamed guardsmen shouted.(we know who's going to die now ) "KILL"EM KILL'EM ALL!" He screamed at the troops around him and they all opened fire. Hitting his micro-bead he signaled for the Ordinance of the Steel of Razengoar. "Their Sky will rain fire" came the reply. Mere moments after, the Guns could be heard opening fire. Carnifex and beasts bigger yet, where blown to pieces as the guns obliterated the tyranid forces. "O my Emperor! WE'VE WO-" The Guardsmen stopped as his friend pointed to the smoke with horror in his eyes. Bursting through the Smoke Tyranid Warriors screeched and charged for the line. For every one that was dropped, there seemed to be 100 more to take his place. "TANKS! WHERE ARE THE BLOODY TANKS!" he screamed as he fired from the hip. Aiming was useless now, for the horde was so massive they would have been hit no matter where one aimed. "My Emperor" the Guardsman said, tears streaming from his eyes "There's no end to them", his gun slid and fell from his hand as the horde approched.

"COWARDICE FILTH!" Commissar Naolak shouted as he put a bolt round right through the guardsman's head. "KEEP UP THE FIRE YOU DOGS! LET NOT ONE PASS US!" He shouted as he began blasting into the horde that was mere meters away. They had not faltered, even under then constant bombardment.

Maverick wrote:Maverick Then turned to Munch, and shook his hand. A Smile played on his eldar features, recognisable beneath the grimace of the warrior he was.

"Welcome to hell, My Lord."

Munch returned the gesture. Not an eldar custom, by any means, but one he appreciated. Fighting with his brother once more, like their earlier days.

Maverick turned to the map and pointed at the Ork Horde. Wolfie was up ahead, still prosecuting enemy targets with tactical maneouvers.

"Munch, it's a lot to ask, but I need you here. I'm sorry for your eldar brethren, we shall gather the spirit stones after. But for now, this is where I need you. Take the 42nd Elysian once more, and harry the enemy with all your fury and prowess. Good luck. Oh, and vera sends his love."

"Yes sir. I shall see you when I get back." As he walked out, a flash blinded him. A massive eldar warhost, bearing the proud colours of Craftworld thrustian, appeared before him, as if a gift from Khaine himself.
His heart filled with joy, he mounted a jetbike that was made for him. With an eldar cry, one that Maverick didn't understand, the warhost started moving, jetbikes speeding ahead, with the rest trailing behind. This war will be won Munch thought, and with that, he raced to destroy Nikev's forces...

"My god." Maverick thought. Even though they were the enemy, seeing so many humans killed by the thrustanid attack hurt him. They were men, misguided, misled. Not evil.

He cast that thought aside.

"Munch, strike now, thrust hard."

"Comms-Trooper. Issue one final warning to Nikev, one last chance to surrender."

Maverick wrote:Maverick chuckled to himself.
"Ludd - follow the imperial advance. Take your Tanith down the centre, break right after your wrecked tank, and take out the enemy power facilities. Without power, they cannot function. We shall starve these heretics out."

Wait......I don't think we are all following the same kind of map idea here............should someone make a crude map in paint to show the map....no forces on it...we know basic places.....cause I'm imagining 2 cities......an impassible river in the middle(how the hell your forces are getting by IDK...but I'm assuming some sort of trick of the eldar..........so in a crude symbol map this is how I see it
city l..........R..........l city
city l..........I...........l city
city l..........V..........l city
city l..........E..........l city
city l..........R..........l city


Of course the distances would be much greater than that.....and no-mans land would be in between the river and the cities of course...being small towns and memorials for cover

i'll make one... 2 seconds.

Maverick wrote:Maverick threw a data-slate across the room to the Officio Thrustinorum assassin.

"This is Commissar Nikev. Finish him."

Maverick......how bad-ass is this assassin? Because I want him to be killed in an Epic Assassin fight with my Scout Sergent Narko.....who is so epic and bad-ass that he could end the war...but he won't because I won't have him do that.....it would be unfair.

of course Narko would be hurt in this fight.......can't have an epic fight without the victor being injured.

larger city on right is thrustonicon, smaller city to left is Nikev's command post. black spray is destroyed bridges.

Eldar clashed with Eldar. The two were stuck in a stalemate. Munch watched the battle unfold beneath his feet, his gaze unhindered due to his excellent view point. He held his left arm which had suffered a grevious injury in an accident. A war walker had triggered land mine and Munch had to swerve to avoid the explosion. He had crashed into a small barricade. When he woke up, he was on this hill, rangers providing supporting fire to the warhost below as they fought with the enemy.
"Welcome to the fight, sir." A ranger said as he held out his hand to him. A lucky shot zipped into the ranger's exposed head, killing him instantly.
"Oh my god! They killed Ranger 1!" screamed ranger 3.
"You Bastards!" replied Ranger 4.
A massive blast was heard. Munch turned around to see what was going on.

Commissar NIkev wrote:

Maverick wrote:Maverick threw a data-slate across the room to the Officio Thrustinorum assassin.

"This is Commissar Nikev. Finish him."

Maverick......how bad-ass is this assassin? Because I want him to be killed in an Epic Assassin fight with my Scout Sergent Narko.....who is so epic and bad-ass that he could end the war...but he won't because I won't have him do that.....it would be unfair.

of course Narko would be hurt in this fight.......can't have an epic fight without the victor being injured.

This assassin is BADASS. I mean, like... chuck norris badass. He is to assassins what Inquisitor Badasious is to the Inquisition.

Guys! Don't break character!

Maverick wrote:
This assassin is BADASS.

Well........this is going to be a most Horrendous wound that Narko will suffer.......where should they fight? Nice map btw....pretty much what I was thinking....I was thinking more parallel lines though, but your allows more grimdark killing

Maverick slapped himself for letting his mind wander. FOCUS, he told himself.

Commissar NIkev wrote:

Maverick wrote:
This assassin is BADASS.

Well........this is going to be a most Horrendous wound that Narko will suffer.......where should they fight? Nice map btw....pretty much what I was thinking....I was thinking more parallel lines though, but your allows more grimdark killing

They should fight inside or on the roof of one of the major buildings.
That's what they always do in awesome action movies.

Munch Munch! wrote:

Commissar NIkev wrote:

Maverick wrote:
This assassin is BADASS.

Well........this is going to be a most Horrendous wound that Narko will suffer.......where should they fight? Nice map btw....pretty much what I was thinking....I was thinking more parallel lines though, but your allows more grimdark killing

They should fight inside or on the roof of one of the major buildings.
That's what they always do in awesome action movies.

I'll have Narko do the cheesy "Something Comes" line like you see in the movies and he'll start searching an- .......you'll just have to read to find out

Ok, after this, no one should break character anymore. If you need to discuss something, PM the person. Let's leave the thread for the war.

And the Thrustassin aimed his rifle at Nikev. Even from the distance of five meters away, a miss was inevitable. damn dice.

As Narko pulled his Long-Las back from killing the Ranger, he couldn't get rid of this feeling that something bad was going to happen. He knew he had to go, for when he got this feeling, Drastic things happen. He decided to go back to Nikev, Maybe he could help figure out this feeling, considering most of the feelings involved Nikev. So with that, The Scout set off.

Lord Solar Maverick was content with the day's warfare. As the sun set on the planet, he retired to his quarters, deep within the citadel, not to be awoken until he returned. He needed his sleep, to keep him focused on the battle.

"Munch, take charge. I shall return."

"Munch, take charge. I shall return." Maverick had to rest.
But Munch had passed out. He had used all of his will to cast spells and protect his brethren. His eyes slowly closed. And all he could hopes was that the pelvic thrusters would win...

Can't post anything else today, storm blew the power...laptop bout to die.....Reply tomorrow when the power hopefully comes back on.

Vera heard all this from his own unit, the thrusters of phallis, those skilled above all others with the mighty art of delivering thrusting, his generals may rank higher, but these are far better, and yet, generals are skilled in more things than normal thrusters would be, in one hand he held his trusty bolt launcher, in the other a mirrior shield that would deflect all the las fire from Nikev's guns.

"men, today we fight, and today, we thrust into the enemy, to make a large enough hole for the rest of out forces, my mighty thrust-suits shall lead the charge, their thrusters being stronger than all others..... but today, you all stand as one unit, one mighty thrust.... and today, this thrust shall break them down!!!"

All the men and aliens alike cheered at Vera's speech, surely they wont stop now? and in one swift movement, the mighty thrusters from the planet of phallis turned towards the battle field, armed to the teeth with all the weaponry the imperium of man could give them, and charged into the frey, leaving nothing but a trail of footprints and vehicle tracks in its wake.

Hey guys, sorry, but I'm going to have to pull out. My reasons are:
If 4 pages pop up every time I go off Dakka, I'm not going to keep reading them.
Secondly, this RP is too unpredictable.. I realized at the beginning that this was just going to be fun.. but there is no real structure or anything..

Anyway, sorry for "breaking character", and I hope you all have fun.

Death to the Heretics! - I'm sure NIkev's got that covered. I'll just take my Volcarth troops off to a bar on Terra..

"Hah, see they are weakening..." Ludd proclaimed to his aides as he examined the data-slate before him. He stretched his neck, his body still bruised from last night's heavy thrusting action, he left the command post to inspect his troops, last night had not gone quite as disastrously as first expected with only 15% casualties. As he walked through the ranks of billets, he was acutely aware of the heavy bandages that covered his torso, he remembered the strange hallucinations of God machines he had had last night during the evac operation and shook his head at the strange visions (happy now Nikev?).

Oh yeah, how about this for an expanded map? give some C&C and I will edit accordingly
Thruster's to the south west, anti-thrusters to the north east.
Grey= city
green= scrubland
dark green= forested area
purple splodge= CP/ Bunker/ Notable military outpost
red line= thruster's front line.
Black spray= broken bridges
blue= river

[Removed by Fox]

when Scrazza woke, he ordered his men to stay behind and act as reserves.

Lord Maverick awoke. Donning his combat uniform, a cross between the ceremonial, parade dress of the Imperial Navy, with the dark, brown leather field greatcoat of an imperial general, he stepped out into the corridor.

The inside depths of the citadel were dark. He put on his peaked cap and straightened it. He tightened the belt on his ceremonial swordbelt, although, there was nothing ceremonial about the blade inside. A C'tan phase sword, presented to him by the Schola Thrustenium on graduation, with an inscribed hilt. "ultio thrustudo et victoria", it read. Maverick smiled at the inscription. It read; "A Vengeful Thrust, and Victory." A motto to live by, and a motto to die by, he thought. The men had fought well last night, and he would drive them hard against the rocks of Nikev's men. And their thrust would remain victorious. He turned, and climbed the stairs to the plaza.

The plaza was quiet, empty, and barren. Anti-Air defences were set up in the centre, where the old fountain had been, and all that remained of the once-busy market square was the tiled ground. The Warmaster of the Pelvic Crusade crossed the plaza quickly, returning the thrust-salutes of the men operating the AA gun.

Entering the Command Centre on the far side of the plaza, he quickly checked his jacket. Holstered, in the lining of the jacket, were his two ancient pistols, in the shape of ancient flintlock muskets, but infinately more powerful. Each fired bolter rounds, but had a secondary meltagun built into a second barrel. The grips were marble-handled, and inset with a golden aquila on each. The aquilas depicted not the standard imperial eagle, but a thrusting bird, almost primal in nature, but certainly more wise.

Maverick turned to the command centre and proclaimed;
"Right. Let's get started. Situation report."

"Sir, we've got reports that all forces are back across the river safely, and Nikev's loyalist forces have been contained. Commissar Ludd brought a series of accurate maps, more accurate now, because he'd added his tactical knowledge from the battle to it.

The map slate in the centre of the room was now showing the new map. Enemy forces could be clearly seen massing around their Control Point.

Munch had been brought in, a second time, this time exhausted, and not wounded. He had been taken down to the corridor of quarters that Maverick's accommodation was in, and left to rest.

"Trooper, get me artillery command. I want that enemy CP obliterated."

Ludd hated it, the calm before the storm, the constant waiting. He was laid down on small bunk in the antechamber of the command post. In his head he had run over dozens of combat situations but he couldn't concentrate, the deep booming of the heavy artillery to the north was making it impossible to focus, if you also take into account the almighty heat then the bunker felt constricting, Ludd needed to get out. He picked up his greatcoat and personal effects then went to requisition himself some form of transport.

*High fives Lord Maverick* Our fluff fits together WOOO!!!

*high fives Ludd*

"Sir, we have a fleet in orbit - looks like the enemy general Ribon Fox!"

Maverick had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. As Nikev was the enemy to Vera, Maverick was the enemy to Ribon Fox. He had prepared the ambush well, and now it began.

Firstly, his own fleet began to move against the new targets, but secondly, his ground-space defense cannons opened fire, wiping three ships out with the first salvo. This was like shooting fish in a barrel.

Maverick turned to Ludd, who was leaving the CP. "Give 'em Hell, commissar."

It was an unconventional way to travel, but it certainly had a certain thrill to it Ludd thought as he precariously clung to the camo netting of the side of one of the 63rd Thrustican Armoured Regiment's notorious hellhound flamer tanks. Travelling at ridiculous speeds over the rough scrubland toward the river with a small dedicated team of veteran's from the 63rd, not the Tanith men he was used to leading and fighting with but good men none the less. Their rendevous was with one of the renowned Tau etherals whose forces had so aided them the day before. The Pelvic Thrust command did not actually know the exact mission that he was indertaking, admittedly he was given a hell of a free reign when it came to orders from the CPs, just so long as he got the job done which allowed him to thrust in nefarious ways. Ludd smiled to himself as he saw the line of forest approaching and rolled his shoulders as sharp moments of pain shivered down his wounds from the day before...

Vera stands on the cliff over looking the battle field, on his comm link connected to all his generals.

"Ludd? what do you think your doing?"

Maverick heard the comms channel chatter over the radio network. Ludd's forces were diverting path. The commissar, whilst unconventional, got the job done, so Maverick gave him a lot of free reign. Whilst this made planning his thrusts and strikes a lot harder, Ludd reacted quickly to threats as they arrived, so he was happy to let Ludd roam as he wished.

"Vera, my lord, Strike now, strike hard! While I destroy their reinforcements in the skies, render their fighting forces neutral, cast them aside in the wake of your pelvic thrusters of phallis! Strike, O' Lord!"

[Removed by Fox]

"maverick, this plan of Ludd's better work, or less im making a note for him to go into my penal legions, got that?? good, now continue with the plan..."

He quickly turns off his comm unit, activated his mirrios shield, and made sure that his bolt launcher was loaded, sure it had a slightly smaller range than a las-gun, but his mirrior shield would protect him from any non-physical weaponry and get him close enough to thrust his bolts into the enemy with no scatches.

"all thrusters, keep to the sides, strech yourselves out, so that the artillery doesn't shred you into non thrustable pieces, now go, and fight for me, and out cause, thrusters, of phallis!!"

All the men charged, complying with vera's instructions, defeating great swathes of the enemy in meary minutes of fire.

"come on Nikev... what are you doing? im sure you can do better than this.."

The forest all around Ludd was dark and sinister, the trees smelling ever so slightly like the nalwood that the tanith favoured. The seven hellhounds his 50 guardsmen had taken to this goddamned and forsaken patch of trees could just be seen through the trees. He looked around at the shiny new thrust-shot lasguns the troopers under his command were holding, good old Vera sure had pulled out all the stops for this one he thought to himself as he examined his shiny new powerthruster rapier which was perfectly balanced and imbued with the power of the thrust. Suddenly, dark purple shapes could be made out through the darkness, Ludd smiled uneasily and sure hoped this would work.

A light sears the sky as reinforements come from a single troop ship,

"this is general raptor all troops move in now and support our allies, manticores and griffons begin your bonbardments, troops move in and hold our beachhead. All armor start your anti armor operations"

"coms officer inform Nikev that reinforcements have arrived and request further orders"

general raptor takes one long look at the enfolding battle"now it begins"

Ludd glanced at his wrist mounted tech-piece, Raptor8 had joined the battle... Ludd knew that before the day was out, he would have shown the non-believer a thing or two

Ludd tapped his micro-bead, the Pelvic Thrust Command Structure had gone worryingly quiet... No matter he would be able to focus better on the matter in hand now, he sent one quick communique to Lord Vera and Maverick:

*Vox Transmission Beta Two Zero*
"Ready when you are, gentlemen"

[Removed by Fox]

Ribon Fox wrote: Fox whispered to her self

(OOC - This is the second time I've mis assumed genders and gotten surprised




"Fox on the line for you sir" A vox operator said handing the headset to NIkev. "Glad you could make the party. We need you to bring up and reinforce the middle bridge, your Command Vehicles long-range guns could aid all three bridge areas from there, and Emperor knows those men need you the most."

Mere moments after getting off the vox with Fox, raptor8 signalled. "Welcome raptor, the battle is hectic, the place I see you doing the best is alongside Fox's command vehicle which is heading to the center bridge. Good Luck and the Emperor Protects."

Ludd stared with astonishment at the huge force the blueskins had provided him with. Almost 50 of the finest grav-tanks they had at their disposal (obviously not nearly as fine as Munch’s Eldar tanks but still pretty damn good). He saw great gunships with some of the greatest and most versatile guns in the universe the almighty railguns modified to fire truly awesome pelvic rounds able to thrust through even the strongest armoured plate. Then there were the gunships with huge racks of thruster missiles. Lastly, to the forefront of the contingent, the sleek transports, there were twelve in total, five for his troops from the 63rd, five for their ‘fire warriors’ whose thrusting was extremely forceful but thoroughly inaccurate, one contained their specialist scouts who, by pointing flashlights at the targets showed the Fire Warriors where to thrust towards. The last transport contained four vaguely humanoid metal suited warriors who seemed almost transparent and carried huge quad-barrelled guns, Ludd had requested these ‘stealth suits’ as an attempt to replace the Tanith that were currently recuperating at the CP.

The cultists had finished the preperations any moment now a rift would open and the Lords of Vengeance would stride through, to combat these upstart thrusters, as only an army of Slaanesh could.

[Removed by Fox]

Warlord Mozzyfuzzy fiddled with the abandoned vox caster until he found the correct channel.

"Nikev, we have arrived to help you defeat these usurpers, my fleet will soon be arriving, tell your minions to hold their fire, we wouldn't want any friendly fire incidents now would we?"

The command hatch of the lead devilfish gave a breath-taking view of the scene unfolding around him, the anti-grav tanks were amassing right at the edge of the huge gulf of water. The Anti-thrusters had no idea of their position, the huge grav tank force was too far north. Ludd opened up the vox intergrated with the xenos systems.
"OK men, our target is the northern CP of these heathens, we have more than enough firepower to shift their asses and give us a firm foothold in the northern sectors.
Once we have a foothold, I will contact the other members of our alliance and bring in some heavy support from the air once we've taken out their AA, you know your squad tasks gentlemen, let's get to work."

Maverick sighed. This battle was going to be a lot harder than previously thought. Turning to his fire control operators, he enacted his deadly plan.

"That massive freighter - yes, the massive arvus lighter? is it... vulnerable to cyclonic torpedos?"

"Warmaster Maverick, sir, I can see a cyclonic torpedo wiping it out, but... we don't have any, I'm sorry, sir."

"That's what you think. Contact the deathstrike battery - tell them to open fire."





Captain Likrin of the Artillery Detachment recieved his orders. He thought it was strange that he'd been ordered to load cyclonic torpedo tubes to his launchers.

"Men, open fire."




The resultant blasts tore through the troop lander. Shattering into a thousand pieces, scattering all over the loyalist lines it had so desperately tried to reinforce. A lone drop pod fell from the flames of it's destruction.

"Lord Maverick, permission to engage the drop pod with the hydra batteries?"

"No. That's Fox. Let it go. That's my own personal prize."




(OOC - right fox, you've been "dismounted" from your ships. Your fleet is destroyed.)

On his order, the grav -tanks rose up in an almost ghostly manner, they tilted forwards and then their powerful thruster engines kicked in. Soon the huge convoy was travelling speeds that would rival the most insane of hellhound pilots, three minutes later, they had crossed the huge body of water and began to advance on the enemy northern CP.

*Vox Transmission to Lord Maverick*
"I'm in, wish me luck."

Maverick laughed to himself. He had destroyed the enemy fleet, and his own was in the skies. His shipboard cannons were destroying enemy fighter aircraft at an insane rate. Air supremacy would soon be his to play with.

"Ludd. Good luck. May the power of the thrust protect you."

Spinning round, he thrusted his way over to the comms-trooper in the corner.

"Trooper, Ready the Elysians. Tell them to mount up and await my command."

Back at the map table, he noticed Ludd's men were... advancing. Already across the river, they'd play merry havoc with Nikev's forces for the next while.

Maverick had a few aces up his sleeve yet, ready to play. He wasn't Supreme Commander of the Thrust-Corps for nothing. He smiled at the image of Vera, his lord and liege, that was hanging on the wall. Soon, his final war-thrust would cleanse this world, and then, they'd move to the stars.

"Vera, status report?"

Ludd had his forces arrayed in a textbook manner, his heavy gunships holding the ridge to his left with the sky-rays behind them. His right flank was protected by the river and his transports were moving full speed towards the large compound. Ludd smiled, he had a good feeling about this one.

It's quiet, too quiet Ludd thought as he got within shooting range of the compound, he tapped in his micro-bead:
"All Hammerheads and Sky Rays, let's light these heathens up."
"With pleasure sir" was the only reply as the full force of the guns opened fire.

With the crash of artillery rounds blowing the enemy compound into the afterlife, Maverick was confident he'd have victory. Maybe even some captives, to parade and show off back home, to exemplify the thust-corps' successes. Hopefully Nikev would be one of them. The enemy general's medals would make a nice addition to his already impressive medalboard. Of course, he wore his medals everywhere, on his ceremonial commander's uniform. From his "Order of the Imperial Disappointment" from his time as imperial commander on Isstvaan V, to the "Macharian Cross" from the conquest of several other sub-systems. The Medallion Encarmine emblazoned over his breast pocket signified his prowess.

He would add Nikev's board to his collection. And Fox would not escape this day. They would join him, or both meet their ends at his hands.

Still no response from the anti-thrusters. How odd thought Ludd, he ordered ceasefire then sent the orders to advance and disembark, he hoped the heathens would put up a half decent fight or else all this planning would have been for nothing.

As Vera's mighty thrusters continued their advance, over the deaths of the dieing he cant help but turn on his comm link onto every channel in the middle of the frey, the screams of the men going into every channel, on every frequency, even to the enemy force's vox casters, he screams into the vox.

"NIKEV!! CAN'T YOU HEAR THEM!?!? YOUR MEN DIEING BY MY HAND!!!"

Maverick thought long and hard. Ludd would get his promotion to Full Commissar. His unerring leadership and fine example to all others was valued by him, and all the other members of Thrust-Command.

Still no reply from Vera.

He turned to his men, and issued a stark command.

"Send the elysians now. Tell them to hang low, and follow Ludd's command. tell them to run silent, and strike deep. Co-ordinate your attack with Ludd's armoured fist strike."

The airborne thrust would be necessary to destroy the heretic scum.

Ludd shot his auto-pistol at the lock of the armoured door and kicked down the badly damaged hunk of metal. He pulled out his sword in his left hand and his auto-pistol in the other. They were thrusting hard and deep into the centre of the compound. Still no sign of the Heathens, his men were getting jumpy. Metean with his flamer went ahead. Suddenly there was a sound of grating from behind him. He whirled round, greatcoat flying out faster than a thrusting Vera. He saw a man wearing the livery of Nikev. Ludd thrust his sword right through the belly of the heathen, between the gaps in his carapace armour.
"We have been compromised!" Ludd screeched into his micro-bead. "Look to the ground, they have a tunnels system!!!"

I pledge my mortal soul against the pelvic thrusters, May they die in an unmovable-pelvis hell.

(ignoring samus aran)
The vox network was alive with chatter, it was seemingly unhindered by their position underground, it was a tough job coordinating units underground but easy for any thruster as skilfull as Ludd.

Samus, PM Nikev to join.

although, having said that, I will destroy you.

Using a flamer in such a tight space would have been potent, but also lethal for his men as all the oxygen in the air would have been burnt away, killing him and his troops. Ludd grimaced, it would have to be done with bayonets and close ranged las bursts.

Maverick sighed. There was a tunnel network now? How far did it spread below the ground?

"All marauder teams, scan the ground! Look for heat signatures - I need to know how far the tunnels reach!"

"Sir, this is marauder six. Sensors show that the tunnels do NOT cross the river, sir."

Well, that was some consolation, Maverick thought. Now to cleanse them.

"Ludd, use grenades. Trust me."

Ludd grinned at the vox-message on his communicator. Very well.
"Men, it's frag time!"
Ludd grabbed a grenade from his bandolier under his greatcoat and lobbed it into the encroaching darkness.

Maverick glanced at the map. Ludd had disappeared, his signal lost temporarily as he went below ground. Radio contact was not broken, but the transmitters that gave position had a far weaker signal, and could not penetrate (OOC - i'll resist the urge to make a thrust and penetrate joke here) the cold ground.

Turning to the map again, he gave the order for the 42nd Elysian to attack. Airborne Death would rain upon the enemies of Shas'o Vera, and they would not like it. Not one bit.

Vera quickly grew weary of the fighting and decided on heading back to thruster comand, on foot with just his usual weapons and armour to protect him while suddenly an artillery shell exploded just a few feet away, sending him flying into the sky and landing against some ruins badly injured, but his pride and his pelvis are still ok, and with one move he activated his thrust activated distress signal and waited for rescue.

"Warmaster Maverick sends an arvus lighter to your position, Lord Vera."

The comms trooper turned to Maverick.

"It has been dispatched, sir."

"Very well. Get the medicae facility prepared. Lord Vera must be taken good care of."

Ludd hesitated, Vera was down... The unthinkable had happened. A collective groan went up from his men. Ludd's heart sank, he would have to push on, for the sake of this war.
"My men, my brothers. this is a dark day, but we will rise up from the ashes of this moment. All is not lost, you have your weapons, now give them hell... we will fight to the death. FOR SHAS'O VERA!!!!"

"thank you Maverick... how goes the cleansing of this planet? where is our back up fleets?"

Ludd bellowed a mighty cry of rage as he shot another heathen at point blank range. They had nearly finished their cleansing but nothing could stop the 63rd's hammer blow to the heart of the CP as they mopped up the last of the snivelling heathens.

Warmaster Maverick snapped to attention, and saluted Lord Vera, who was now in the control room.

"My lord, the war goes well. We have encircled their encampment, and we press the attack. Our fleet is in orbit, but I am holding fire - after all, I am british, and fair play is in my interest."

He offered a beer to vera. Pelvic Thrusting Tau like beer, right?

Munch woke with a start.
"Dear Khaine," he thought. "What happened."
He was suprised to see that he was in the command buner, instead of the poorly dug fox-hole he used. He searched his memory. He faintly remembered several blasts nearing his position, and the screams of his fellow brothers as they attempted to destroy the heathens that made up a fraction of Nikev's forces. Maybe when the other generals get back, he could ask what had happened. But right now there were things to be done.
Speaking into his ear-peice he said, "Come in pelvic thrusters, come in pelvic thrusters. This Farseer Munch. I have awoken and am currently awaiting orders."

In Ludd's mind, that couldn't have gone better, he couldn't stop smiling. They had captured the enemy CP, even now a convoy of gunships was moving to secure the area, the Elysians had dropped in in the nick of time, the 63rd and allies now working on suring up the defenses for the inevitable counter-attack and best of all, Shas'o Vera was alive! He gathered up his kit and headed towards his Valkyrie, he was off for debrief with Maverick and the others which would inevitably lead to a beer from Maverick, a beer well earned in his opinion...

"well my Maverick, you may get one medal for your britishness, and another for putting it inot some kind of pun, well done soldier"

Vera stood at the head of the tactical map, figureing out his next move, rearranging different plans and tactic's to see what would happen as he takes a swig of the beer he got from Maverick.

"hey, Munch, what do you contorl as of now? im sure they can be usefull...."

Lord Maverick sat in his command chair. Apparently the forward elements had caught Commissar Nikev after Ludd's assault on the compound, and he was being brought here. No sign of Fox, or the other Loyalist commanders yet.

Warmaster of the thrust crusade, Maverick sat in his chair, and summoned all the commanders to him, for a tactical debrief.

Ludd was the last to enter, Munch arrived moments after the call went out, as he was just across the plaza.

"Men, let me tell you of the glorious victory we have won here today."

Maverick looked around the room. Vera was knocking back a beer, Ludd was enjoying his also.

"We have decimated the entire fleet of the enemy, and broken the back of their ground forces. This is a proud day."

Ludd looked up.

"Commissar Ludd, for leading the assault, I promote you to Full Commissar, and I hereby award you the "Order of Vera" for your actions this day."

Munch turned away from the window.

"Farseer Munch, I commend you on your brave deeds. I also award you the order of Vera, and I present you with this, the Shining Thrust. It amplifies your psychic abilities with the sheer power of those thrusting near you.

Vera looked up from his beer.

"And to you, Lord Vera, I present you the victory we have here today."

Suddenly, a slam came from the far end of the room.

"Warmaster Maverick, we have brought the heretic Nikev to you. Shall we bring him in?"

Oh goodie, I do love a bit of torture...

(OOC - I have pmed Nikev but have not yet been added to the list due too his power failure is guess, please don't ignore this. )


Captain Coc0loc0 sat in his chair on his bridge grasping the arm-handles hard, he had never gotten used to the entering and leaving of warp space. As the sickening colours of the warp started to pour into realspace outside the bridge window, he could see the planet of Thrustabon appear in the distance. His mighty Battle barge of the Crimson Fists chapter, "The servant of Rynn", had almost fully emerged from the warp with the rest of the fleet soon to follow.

"Status report!" the captain shouted to one of the bridge it's serfs.
"We are emerging from the warp unnoticed sir." Said the serf "No in-space movement detected on this side of the planet and the gellar fields (the fields that protect ships from daemons) can be deactivated shortly. "

"Good, turn off the engines as soon as we have emerged and regroup with the rest of the ships, i don't want my fleet to get scattered." Coc0loc0 answered.


The Crimson fist battle fleet was preparing to join the anti-thruster force...

Lord Maverick slammed his beer on the table.

"Gentlemen, I bring you the famous... nay, INfamous Commissar Nikev!"

and with that, Nikev was thrown into the room.

Maverick walked right over, and ripped the board of medals from his chest.

"I'll take those, commissar. You won't be needing them any more."

Farseer Munch had not moved. He was thining, that this was too easy. The fleet had not ordered exterminatus, they never even used any titans. Was this a trap?

Maverick turned to the screen.

"Damnation! The heretical enemy sends more men!"

"Comms Trooper - Tell the batteries to open fire! and tell the fleet to defend themselves - No Crimson Fisting can Thwart our Thrusting!"

Maverick, I'm thirsty can you get me a beer?

Suddenly an alarm signal rocked the bridge.

"What in the Emperor's name is going on serf?!" Coc0loc0 cried out from his chair.

"Enemy movement detected on the other side of the planet sir, the thrusters seem to have attained space dominance. Shall i activate the batteries?" One of the serfs answered.

"Do that, and warn the rest of the fleet, this is about to get damn ugly..."

Maverick drew his blade, that C'tan Phase Sword he'd owned for so long.

"Commissar Nikev, on charges of Heresy, I sentence you to death!"

And with that, a massive explosion rocked the command center. Maverick was thrown across the room, slamming off the far wall. Nikev got up, and with his final breath, leapt through the doors to the landing pad.

Maverick got up, grabbed Ludd and Munch, and ran towards the door.

"Ludd, your beer will have to wait - He's going to steal a transport!"

The command center had been hit by an unauthorized long-ranged lance strike from one of the strike cruisers of the fists' fleet.

"What the Feth is going on Maverick, you told me this facility was secure" Ludd yelled over the sound of after shocks following the first.

"What was that?!" coc0loc0 cried

"The red defiance has fired a lance strike at the planet" answered a random serf.

"In the emperor's name, firing without orders, try to get them on the vox!"

Maverick burst through the door, but it was too late. Nikev was gone. Stolen an aquila lander, and was flying towards the crimson fists fleet. No doubt to retreat to another world.

Maverick turned to Ludd.

"Have your beer. Have your rest. Have your glory. For while this heretic lives, I shall not rest or have my glory. But I will have beer, because I'm british."

Maverick handed Ludd a beer, and shook his hand.

"Gak, Maverick we don't have time for this, what was that? Do they have unneutralised support?"

Maverick spoke into his microbead.

"LOCK THIS DAMN PLACE DOWN - SHOOT THAT DAMN FLEET OUT OF THE SKIES!"

"Hello, commander coc0, what is it?" the commander of the strike cruiser said over the vox.

"why by the emperor's lunchbox did you fire that shot? Do you want all the thrusters to know about our coming?" captain coc0 replied angrily.

"We have been fed target information by nikev and he ordered us to fire, we thought his authority surpassed yours."

"Fine, if it was indeed nikev. Just ready the rest of your batteries for space combat..."

Maverick bellowed into his comms-piece.

"Men of Thrustonicon! Their first attack has failed! Let us prevent a second - Fire on the enemy vessels, their aircraft and their infantrymen! Do not let them land a second wave!

Hold your line, brave men, for we are with you, thrusting alongside you, fighting for what is right!"

He turned to ludd.

"Once again, I must ask too much of you..."

Ludd looked Maverick in the eye, "You have only asked of me my duty..." Ludd jogs off to gather the majority of his forces who are still billeted just off the command centre.

The fleet had passed around the planet into sight of captain coc0, bewildered he said: "By the emperor's golden crapper, look at the size of that fleet. It will crush us men! I will not let our strike force die out here! mobilize all men to drop pod bays! ready all thunderhawks! wake the dreadnoughts! Prepare batteries for the cleansing of our drop zone from orbit! In the name of Kantor! No more crimson fists shall fall!"

Ludd opened up his micro-bead "I want everyone ready in three minutes, that's Tanith, the 63rd including armour support and any tau auxiliries. We've got landers, This Gentlemen is War."

This thread seems to becoming a fail......saddness............

Maverick sat down once more in the comms centre. He had failed... The Commissar had been at his swordpoint not five minutes earlier, and he had failed to kill him. He would not survive a second encounter, Maverick swore to himself.

Reaching into his pocket, he drew the medals he had torn from Nikev's chest. He put them on his uniform, the bright metal gleaming in the dim light of the command centre.

Maverick sheathed his Phase Sword. This blade could cut through anything, as it was fashioned from the essence of gods themselves. The Heretic Nikev would get his comeuppance, and it would come at Maverick's own hand. For the Lord Vera, he would make it so.

The hive fleet was on the move. It was a small one, a scouting force. It was sent by the hive mind, but an accident fused it with the mind of a pelvic thruster. The fleet was now seperate from the hive mind, and now it's goal was to turn the universe into one that pelvic thrusted regularly. They would try to accomplish this, and destroy Nikev in his ship.

(OOC - True that nikev, the thrusters have full planetary control. and have overpowered the anti-thrusters jsut because they are online more. i will see if my fists can make a major impact to make it a bit more fair for our anti-thrusting side)

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(OOC - fwahahahah)

Commissar NIkev wrote:This thread seems to becoming a fail......saddness............

How so, heathen?

Coc0loc0 wrote:(OOC - True that nikev, the thrusters have full planetary control. and have overpowered the anti-thrusters jsut because they are online more. i will see if my fists can make a major impact to make it a bit more fair for our anti-thrusting side)

No, we don't have full planetary control, we've merely captured your northern CP.

(OOC - I even let Nikev go!)

Most of the pods were ready for launch, just waiting for the go sign from the bridge. Captain coc0 left the command of his battle barge to one of his most trusted serfs, grasped his thunder hammer, holstered his plasma pistol and made for the drop bay where he would meet his command squad.

(OOC- considering how little you lot are online, we are actually giving you a fair chance at winning...)

(OOC - okay, that's true, i think i will let my crimson fist establish a command base 20 miles from thrusticon from which further command will be taken of the shattered fragments of the anti-thrusting force)

Coc0 arrived in the busy drop bay, drop pods were readied for launch and most of the pod doors were already closed. In front of him was his command squad carrying the majestic banner of their company and behind it was a decorated pod for him and his squad to occupy during planetfall. It seemed to be going well.

It still took Ludd's breath away, even after all these years... A full armour compliment of Leman Russ Battle Thrusters lined up in perfect harmony. He wiped the dust from his cadet-commissar badge, he didn't feel he had yet truly earnt the full commissar rank, but he felt sure he would before the end of the campaign...
Suddenly a sonic boom filled the air and the sky was full of lines of fire, "Drop pods" Ludd murmured under his breath, then a wry smile broke across his lips "so it begins"

(OOC - i hope to rendezvous with nikev at my drop zone, to get things going again)

Maverick surveyed the command map. He had to plan now, while the pods came down - there simply wasn't time for messing around any more, this was serious.

"Munch, O' Farseeing Brother of Mine, when the pods land, strike at the forces as they try to set up a foothold. Ludd, strike now, get in amongst them. If they cannot get to each other, they cannot form an effective force. Vera, send your Pelvic Legion forth, sunder the enemy beneath your boots and iron. This day is not lost yet."

A flash of inspiration shot through his body.

"All commanders; Cancel that. let them regroup."

Maverick was tired once more. His brilliant strategic mind controlled an entire corps of thrusting forces. But there was no time for rest. The space marines were coming for them.

"No time for respite. Defense Command, Target the ships."

He would let the forces land, and once they had, he would destroy the ships, and Nikev would be forced to come planetside once more. And then he would have his vengeance.

Coc0loc0 took place in his pod and put his the safety rack (or whatever it's called) around his chest. As the door was being closed he shouted out: "THERE IS ONLY THE EMPEROR!".

"HE IS OUR SHIELD AND PROTECTOR!" all other marines answered from their pods.

And after the doors were closed, the countdown was heard over the bay's intercom. as the voice came to one he whispered to himself: "Or at least i hope he will be..."

The pods launched...

"Gak" Ludd said as he dived back under the window of the third story builing his unit were occupying, dozens of LRBTs had fallen to the loyalist Space Marines and their dreadnoughts were doing an an effective job of keeping his infantry and more importantly tread fethers (rocket launchers) pinned down. He sighed then opened the Vox, "Be advised Thrust command, Ludd is pulling back, south-west sector is compromised."

(OOC - ludd, dude, i'm still falling from the sky, i can't have dreadnoughts repelling you..)

(OOC Just remember- WIBBLY WOBBLY TIMEY WIMEY!(dr who joke) I dunno maybe it's a vanguard force, they're your dreadnoughts you tell ME what they're doing there)

Maverick was in awe. That was a gakload of dreadnoughts.

"Ludd, LET them regroup and form a base. That's an ORDER!"

(OOC - Fine)

It seemed the red defiance had already launched their pods to make their marines act like a forward force. Again without orders. And the force was, although small, doing a damn good job at keeping off the nearest thruster force.

"Yes Sir, I will pull back and form a tight thrusting cordon."

The rest of the pods streaked along the distant skies like a rain with burning drops. Many thruster guardsmen were terrified at seeing the things they had only heard of in tales of the angels of death, but had never actually seen. Many fled away broken but were quickly dispatched at the hand of ludd's bolt pistol.

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Maverick sighed. He was tired. Maverick removed his cap, and spoke into his earpiece.

"Ludd, Take over. Let them form defences, and we shall shoot it out through the night. I shall re-form the line tomorrow when I return. Good Luck, gentlemen. Maverick Out."

And with that, he left and crossed the plaza.

Removing his unform, he looked at Nikev's medals. He would end that heretic. And with that, he went to sleep.

The pods crashed down with sounds like roaring thunder and the skies around them were filled with dust. Coc0 stepped out of his pod as soon as the doors had cracked open and immediately took out a thruster infiltrator he spotted hiding behind a rock with his plasma pistol. "All clear." he said

Ludd shook his head, this wasn't going to work, he had been on the move since hitching a ride on that hellhound this morning. He handed field command over to his aides and retired along with Maverick to the Command Bunker.
Ludd out.

Munch was ready. Standing in front of the river witht the eldar warhost, he would make sure none would pass!

A thunderhawk transporter strode out of the air and landed. It carried a large void shield generator in its underslung clamps. the craft set it down and let go of it. It then flew back into the clouds. A techmarine and several servitors went towards the generator and activated it. The bubble of the shield covered the entire drop zone.

"good." Coc0 commented on this "i assume my command tent is ready?"

"Certainly M'lord." A serf answered

"Good, i will get some rest now. do not wake me under any circumstances. I need to be well rested for our assault"

(OOC - I think its obvious I'm going to bed now, it's like midnight here)

(i have pm'ed Nikev)
Space Wolf Fleet Arrives At Thrusticon.

The Fury of Fenris battle barge along with 2 full companies of space wolves and accompanining fleet arrives on the sight of a wrecked and totaled loyalist imperial fleet, the massive fleet had arrived too late to support their brother crimson fists fleet because they had engaged a Thrust fleet 40 light years away, the massive fleet stood ready to rip the throat from these pelvic thusting heretics fleet, which now turned to face the space wolves fleet.

Gregersen, also known as "The Fang" stood on the command deck of the Fury of Fenris, he smiled revealin long protruding fangs which made the regular human crew on deck shiver, "well my pack we behold these dogs in front of us, let us show them what the wolf can do", he announced to the fleet. Wolf lords Krom and Bjorn walked up beside him, Fang we are ready to drop to the surface the blood packs will lead the charge. Gregersen nodded, then said" wait for my order on that i will not have my brothers die like the Fists did from the enem fleet, i see the report of Nikevs position is being tranmitted according to the charts here, BY THE ALLFATHER! He is in the middle of the enemy lines.He yelled into his vox, "WolfGuard report to teleporters i will meet you there, he looked to Krom and Bjorn i split command of this fllet to you, destroy the enemy fleet and bring in support as soon as possible.

With that Gregersen went to assist Nikev by teleporting down.

(OOC-Someone make sure my warhost and I don't die. I'm going to play AQ Worlds.)

((Dammit, TLDR and I have other things I want to do. Pulling out before getting started, as if I try to join otherwise I'd likely arrive either on an empty battlefield or one filled with Titans. And DE have nothing to fight Titans with that I know of.))

[Removed by Fox]

Ludd arose from the command bunker and grabbed a data-slate. They had driven the Crimson Fists out of the city, but they now had a fully operational CP on the outskirts. All of down town was a complete mess and his units had suffered 40% casualties. Ludd sighed, this was gonna get a lot worse before it got better. He rubbed his temples and jumped of the bunk, there was work to do.

Coc0 appeared from his tent and looked around, they had built a fine command base and the void shield was still holding out. He activated his micro-bead and demanded a status report on anything that had happened while he was asleep, including if there was any news on what had happened to nikev.

He seeked for the crimson fist channel on his new microbead, the old one was broken due to some lacking scout "accidentally" firing his gun, when he suddenly heard ludd talking over the vox, he had tapped into thruster vox. Eager to listen to ludd he heard the tactic he was performing and ordering to his troops.
"That's Ludd right there: hesitant to perform orders at first, but when he performs them he does it damn well" He thought.

Writing down the thruster's channel he then went on searching for the crimson fist channel on his microbead...

Ludd frowned at the tactical map, the yellow areas, nonthruster territory was advancing and Vera's red troops were on the back foot...

It seemed, according to reports from Neophytes, that a thruster lander had tried to contact the fists using nikev's signature. Sadly before anyone could either check the signal or answer it the lander was hit by flak fire and crashed into the river: Nikev's current situation is unknown...













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Ludd smiled to himself and patted the hydra gunner on the back, "fine shot." He tapped the keys on his comms unit,
"Maverick, this is Ludd, Nikev is down, I repeat Nikev is down."

"Listen up men!" Coc0 said to his marines "our great anti-thrusting leader Nikev has crashed into the river and is probably dead. We shall avenge his death by destroying all the thrusting forces by the river, there our whirlwinds shall establish a foothold and pound the thrusters 24/7 with incendiary Castellan missiles. That is ought to burn them out of their bunkers and buildings. meanwhile the neophytes will push forward and look for Nikev's remains. If he is still alive they shall take him to a medical facility that will be set up by the river. After that all marines shall stand down by the river and await further orders. you got that men?!"

"sir, yes sir!" All the marines shouted in unison.

"And remember men: THERE IS ONLY THE EMPEROR!" He said

"HE IS OUR SHIELD AND PROTECTOR!" the entire force replied.

This was going to be a rough battle...

Vera stayed in his bunker for the time being, but as he heard Ludd on the vox, his heart suddenly leaps at the words, Nikev is down, and now is his chance, quickly turning on the comms and shouted.

"all thrusters! leave Nikev to me!"

Ludd shook his head, Vera was always after Nikev, in truth it was probably not helpful for a field commander but each to his own, he is a god at the end of the day.

"Sir, the Eldar forces at the river seem to be withdrawing, shall we still continue our plan?" Said the command squad's apothecary who had noticed this on his remote.

"Go on, it might be a trap." coc0 answered "But we are space marines, we fear no evil for we are fear incarnate. They want to take our leader from us? Let them try..."

Coc0's fleet had been all but destroyed: His battle barge hang in low orbit with nearly all it's engines destroyed and a dozen hull breaches. all but one escort craft had been annihilated. and the red defiance was the only strike cruiser left unharmed. For it had, without orders, channeled all the power to the void shields. Many burning husks of once glorious strike cruiser floated aimlessly through space. Luckily, the majority of the enemy fleet had too been destroyed when strike cruiser "The unrelenting fist" rammed right into the fleet and detonated it's warp drives, sucking much of the fleet into oblivion.

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(OOC - ^ how the hell did that happen?!)

Coc0's fleet had been all but destroyed: His battle barge hang in low orbit with nearly all it's engines destroyed and a dozen hull breaches. all but one escort craft had been annihilated. and the red defiance was the only strike cruiser left unharmed. For it had, without orders, channeled all the power to the void shields. Many burning husks of once glorious strike cruiser floated aimlessly through space. Luckily, the majority of the enemy fleet had too been destroyed when strike cruiser "The unrelenting fist" rammed right into the fleet and detonated it's warp drives, sucking much of the fleet into oblivion.

Ludd glanced at the data-slate, there was something seriously wrong with the enemy's comms system...

Lord Maverick awoke.

Reclothing himself, once more, in his commanders uniform, he walked back to the command centre.

"Warmaster", a Comms-Trooper spoke.

"Yes, Trooper. What news from the battle?"

"Nikev has been shot down. His status remains unknown at this time. Lord Vera has gone to investigate."

A cruel, twisted smile played on the edges of the battle-hardened Warmaster's lips.

"Then Vera shall have his glory. Give him all the support he needs. Nikev is the prize for our efforts. What of Commander Fox?"

"Sir, Fox has been heard on the enemy vox-channels. She is, as far as we know, still alive."

Maverick frowned. This was unexpected. Was fox not killed in the assault on the compound?

"Bring her to me. Dead OR Alive. Send Ludd to bring her to me."

The Warmaster had a keen taste for expanding his own personal glory, taking "trophies" from his fallen enemies. Medals and weaponry were highly prized to him, serving as reminders of the many wars he'd fought.

"And contact Farseer Munch. His eldar host shall play merry havoc with the Space Marines on the field."

"At once, sir."

The Unswerving loyalty to the cause meant that not one order Lord Maverick had given this day was questioned.

"And Trooper... Find me some food."

The trooper smiled and saluted.

"You will have it, my Lord."

Ludd glanced at his communicator, and frowned. Maverick had ordered him to hunt down the mysterious ribon fox. Ludd wondered what Lord Maverick's persistent interest in the enemy general was fuelled by. Oh well, any chance to disrupt the non-thruster's attacks. Ludd walked over to one of the many earth-caste engineers in his tau auxiliries and requested his Suit was activated and his unit brought to him in the next ten minutes, Ludd smiled, this was going to be an enjoyable hunt.

Coc0's convoy moved forward towards the river. If the reports were true, and farseer munch's eldar had withdrawn from the river, then it would have been extremely easy to establish a position for their whirlwinds to set up. Sadly, this was not the case.

The captain sat on the roof of a land raider pelvicader, a land raider crusader fitted with special ammo adept at breaking the pelvis of enemies. They rumbled forward, crushing burnt tree stumps and other debris under their tracks when suddenly he believed he saw a shadow move behind the debris of a Valkyrie.

"Hold the convoy! I SAID HOLD THE CONVOY DAMNIT!" He cried over the vox and the convoy fell still.

"What is it commander?" Apothecary Vazec asked Coc0

"We are not alone..." He said.

Suddenly from behind the hill masses of thrusting scorpions charged at the convoy and Warp spiders appeared from the webway all around.

"AMBUSH!" He shouted as he leaped of the roof of the land raider and cracked the skull of one of the scorpions with a swift swing of his thunderhammer.

Ludd motioned to the rest of the squad, then opened up their special frequency vox.
"Keep in tight formation, watch the sensors, the first sight of ribon fox tell me, remember we need to take her hostage, anyone else is merely in the way."
Ludd and his squad kicked in their inbuilt jet packs, however there were no signs of amazement from the thruster troops around them as the squad nimbly leapt vast distances between buildings, the troops couldn't see them.

"DIE YOU HERETICAL SCUM!" Coc0 shouted killing four thrusting scorpions with one brute swing of his thunderhammer.

It was becoming a full scale battle at the convoy. The marines had called in air support which was answered by a thunderhawk squadron named "Pedro's Hawks" led by the ace Niko Alvarez that did strafing runs on the eldar ambushers and killed many. Predators blew away whole swaths of enemies and dreadnoughts crushed many scorpions with their massive fists.

But the crimson fists also took casualties: one of Niko's wingmen got blown out of the sky by flak fire from Thrusticon and crashed down onto a predator annihilator. Many battle brothers fell at the hand of scorpion chainswords and even one of the veterans of coc0's trusted command squad fell.

Ludd and his small dedicated unit made good time to the valley which supposedly held the crash site of ribon fox's drop pod. Ludd felt the suit adjust to his anticipation and heightened battle senses. These suits really were a miracle, almost completely invisible with inbuilt jet-packs and huge quad barrelled weapons, this was the way to wage war.

Suddenly an enormous flash of light blinded all the marines. The webway poured into realspace and out came large portions of the eldar force that had first withdrawn from the river. The first to come out were a large squadron of fire prisms which immediately fired a combined shot at the land raider pelvicader. It exploded in a huge fireball and captain coc0 and his command squad were flung away like feathers in the wind by the explosion. All became black in front of coc0's eyes...

Ludd and his unit stood on the edge of the valley, the smoking husk of a drop pod clearly visible throught it's clearing in the trees, however there was no sign of the elusive ribon fox, Ludd swore under his breath.
"Move in, looks like we've got a fox hunt on our hands."
(Been wanting to do that joke for SSSOOOO long.)

(OOC - is it just me or is this thread dead right now? It's just you and me ludd)

(OOC- Yeah and even I'm off to bed now... Sorry Coc0)

(Shall i finish it with exterminatus?)

[Removed by Fox]

((Fine, no exterminatus then, get the virus bombs out of their tubes bob, we're not doing it anymore))

((I think we should leave this thread till some pelvic thrusters are online, we can't do it without any of them.))

(OOC-I'm online now. I just woke up. I was watching Saving Private Ryan last night so I didn't get much sleep)

The Imperial forces started coming into view, at which point the fire prisms opened shots. The Eldar host was at 30% of it's original strength, the rest were weary, their armour covered in grime, a shadow of their former glory. By Vera, they would finish this one way or another. The Eldar could swiftly handle the guard. But Coc0's marine's had assaulted them from the east. Caught in a crossfire, the eldar retreated up the river, closer to Thrusticon.

fox, you're not on a fleet - I destroyed it. There are currently NO ships in the atmosphere.

(OOC-I think Coc0 said there are some crimson fist ships still(like 2) maybe fox teleported to it?)

OOC - there was no mention of the teleporting... And I totally wasted their entire fleet. Besides, the presence of a fleet messes things about. From now on, ground war only - light air support is still acceptable?

(( Can i still sometimes do something with my nearly wrecked strike cruisers and battle barge floating around in low orbit?))

(( I believe that we need a map to more accuratly represent where everybody is, and I agree no more fleets they make it hard for me to come up with anything if as I'm thinking of where everybody else's fleet and armies are and how to strategically navigate through all of them))

Maverick pressed the launch button in Command And Control. Minutes later, the remnants of the fleet in space above were decimated by the co-ordinated efforts of the planetary defense cannon system he'd installed as part of his defenses.

A twisted laughter escaped his lips as he prepared to destroy the remaining forces.

"Trooper, get me Ludd on the Vox."

Nikev had crash landed in a small canyon like space, FAR from the battlefield and all the violence, he hoped that Ribon Fox could command as well as she her files said and the stories foretold. Stumbling out, he suddenly could see an army running at him at a sprinting pace, obviously this was not his army. For he saw one the banners was the insignia of the hated Pelvic Thrusting lord's personal bodyguard unit. "Holy Emperor" Nikev murmured and quickly set to getting ready for his last stand. As he geared up and laid in wait, the army reached mere meters from the crashed ship. Looking down at the pile that lay before him, Nikev grabbed a las-gun and flung it as hard as he could out the breach in the hull as he could. Flying into the group, the overheating las-gun detonated and took out 10 troopers and wounded 3 more. Nikev began lobbing more and more las-guns out until he was out. Killing fewer and fewer soldiers as they scrambled for cover. Realizing that he was out of las-guns to throw, the army charged toward the ship smashing down the door.

As the door came down, Nikev opened fire with his dual bolt pistols with their specialized Armor Piercing rounds. Killing many before they could reach and subdue him. As they dragged him out of the ship, he clawed and fought the entire way, kicking a few troopers as he was hauled away, until one realized he struggle less when he rammed the but of his rifle in his gut.

The threw Nikev on the ground in front of the most Heretical of the Heretics, Shas' o Vera. After a speech that Nikev blotted out, and ignored completely, the words finally came out of Shas's mouth "Well, it is here you shall die, and your crusade failed.". As he said that, two troopers grabbed Nikev by the arm and lifted him as Shas'o vera unholstered his ranged weapon and aimed it at Nikev's head. As he pulled the trigger, time shifted in front of Nikev.

A Warp-Spider from NIkev's Retinue burst into existance and took the bullet for NIkev. Then, Time began Distorting everywhere as Warp-Spiders, burst into reality and began decimating Shas'o vera's forces. As NIkev's remaining forces charged into the battle, screams could be heard and gunfire erupt as the forces fought to the Death.

Finally, after a long and bloody battle. Nikev's forces had decimated the remainder of Shas'o vera's forces. Shas was the sole survivor of his retinue. "Put the device on him." Nikev told the Farseer that had arrived with the spiders and they placed a small device on the flesh of Shas's chest which Nikev personally held the detonater remote to. "Call in, Ich bin im Besitz der Welt ". Having said the phrase that was coded past Vermillion, to a code not even Nikev was sure of. Ships, MASSIVE ships rained down the into the sky, immediately lances were shot out destroying the planet to space guns that were set up. Drop pod smashed into the ground around Nikev and his retinue and Astartes, Guardsmen, Tau, Eldar, all the races in one alliance formed a massive defensive perimeter. Landing in front of them, was a massive transport ship that was escorted by hundreds of smaller ship to ship flyers that were tearing into the gargoyle numbers as they tried to kill them. Nikev and his retinue moved into the ship with their High Value Target and the ship lifted off, into the sky and merged with a larger ship. As they ship rose, the troops ran back to their drop pods and shot back into their mother ship. Leaving a small case, which upon the last ship leaving its range, Detonated and destroyed the area, leaving no trace of any of the the forces.

Once the ships were merged, flashes of light could be seen as that ship and its escorts warped to another Galaxy entirely. One that was not controlled by the Imperium or Thruster alike.





[OOC- This isn't the End. Only the beginning]

Ribon Fox wrote:((Hang on a minute, did any one know that i wasn't on the planet but commanding a fleet that was about to engage the Thuster fleet [got a funny feeling that no one read my posts], I have my army on the gound at the front lines [yes the 142nd is the IG army list i use ] and i was about to put a sniper who happens to have the same name as me out traped behind the emenys lines, she was the one in the escape pod (I let the destution of the Molly go by a minie Cyclonic war head so early...really?...But i didn't complain and carryed on...I have noticed that some of the litery skill is lacking in some of the posts, replaced with likes of ...BIG EXPLOSION...now your dead. No plot or any reason for the two line post. I tryed to show it as a short story size, just under a page of writing. We are all reasonably skilled and with at lest a combined IQ of 90 let us write as though we do ))

I read your posts......I coulddn't for the last two days though cause.....storm hit and the power went out both days before I could get online.....so a lot of bigger stuff I couldn't fully read as I was trying to catch up. But I would say you should still have a fleet out in space....as Planet to Space guns are very costly....and Frankley I don't see how the thruster armies could have such Perfect Weapons and Dedicated troopers considering they only have one Galaxy....which the Imperium could just exterminatus in things got out of hand....

(( OOC: oh damn... nice one Nikev, this will be interesting)

shas'o vera wrote:(( OOC: oh damn... nice one Nikev, this will be interesting)

thought I'd capture you seeing as the opportunity arose...

Commissar NIkev wrote:

shas'o vera wrote:(( OOC: oh damn... nice one Nikev, this will be interesting)

thought I'd capture you seeing as the opportunity arose...

so what happens now Nikev? part two coming any time soon?

shas'o vera wrote:

so what happens now Nikev? part two coming any time soon?

Part 2 is comming soon........as soon as I think of it

It will possibly be in a little bit

Maverick lifted his jaw off the cold, concrete floor.

"Tell Farseer Munch that he is in command. Tell no-one else of Vera's predicament."

If I was a mod, I'd close this down in a heartbeat.

yeah but you are not. So let them have their fun.

(Well said Scrazza)

ha thanks. a Long time ago I pelvic thrusted too, you know....

Besides....its been up for about 3 or 4 days....and they haven't shut us down yet....so this means 1 of 2 things...
1 they want to see what unfolds...
2 they're blind........

secretly,all the mod's want to join

hahahaha! well I welcome them to join the Loyalists

they could join mixed sides. that would reign confusion. Divide and conquer.

Let the mods come! I invite any mod to join the ranks of the Pelvic thrusters!

haha that would be so much fun.

Maverick sat down in the command centre.

"Give the order to load all the troops and equipment aboard the ships."

Deep within the citadel, a massive hangar bay, several miles long, contained three cruisers, their thrusters ready to provide a strong upthrust.

"Send signal to the fleet at Thrustus Hive, and ask them to bring their ships and men. We shall launch a thrust crusade. In the name of Vera, we go to war!"

Ludd saw the new commands from thrust command and couldn't believe his eyes. He scowled and activated his jet pack calling his squad back from their searches. He needed to talk to Maverick...

Maverick adjusted the sheath for his phase sword, and straightened his peaked cap. All around him, the command centre was being de-commissioned, and the equipment moved aboard the ships.

Ludd stormed into the Command bunker, "What the feth are you doing Maverick, where's Vera? Why are you moving the equipment?"

wait.....Maverick....you aren't expecting to go after the force that kiddnapped Vera are you?

Coc0 woke up in a medical bed. After being flung away by the exploding land raider he had been unconscious for quite some time. He asked to the first medic who passed his bed where he was.

"Well, yer on one of da medical friagtes of da imperial fleet, m'lord." The medic answered with a terrible backwater accent.

"What has happened to my force? And my fleet?" He asked him confused

"Ooh, der alright sir, wut's left of yur fleet has been repaired and must be floating around somewhere. We're about to hit the warp and will go to [Insert name of new planet Nikev comes up with] where der may be some more of da thrusters left m'lord."

Warlord Mozzyfuzzy laughed quietly to himself, it had been so easy for him and his band of CSM to infiltrate the thrusters ships, did they really think that nobody was capable of getting on board their pitifully defended ships, even the pathetic imperial guard did a better job than this. He then settled down to wait for the oportune moment to strike at the heart of the rebels.

Coc0loc0 sorry bud but I didn't pick up anybody...your still planet side. The force just picked up Vera and Myself and we are now headed to a new area.....where no one else is. The war is still going on. Its pretty much me and my force and Vera.....though don't worry.......Vera won't die.....yet.

((Aww, so i can't join? bummer. ))

((Does the battle still go on on thrustabon though?))

Yes that battle still rages. and don't worry, either we'll be back, or I'll find a way for you all to come to us......but more or less we will be back.

*activate Swedish accent* You'll be back?

Actually, I think you'll find Arnie is Austrian

Damn you ludd beaten to the post

*deactivate Swedish accent* feth it, i have failed..

pats on the back....its okay....

Nikev then turns to whoever happens to be stood next to him "It's not okay"

Okay, let's go back in character? i don't want this thread going off track on some actor's nationality.

aye yaye capitan! but then I should go figure out what will happen with vera

Lord Maverick facepalmed. Of couse, Nikev was bringing Vera Back!

He countermanded his previous orders, and laughed at the stupidity of his plans. The forces redeployed to their previous locations, and had a good LOL at how slowed their warmaster was.

Happy now, Nikev?