sillyboy wrote:

Commissar NIkev wrote:

halonachos wrote:

Commissar NIkev wrote:I'm awaiting a relpy from Sillyboy before I continue with the good fight.

Sillyboy is now a mutant who hates the Imperium. Or a mutant with disdain for the Imperium, eitherway he's not the sillyboy you know and love anymore.

Falls to knees and sobs.....

Wait... I'm a mutant too?..... I thought only the guys outside were changed.... Nachos?

@Nikev

So you're not a cute talking dog

*world shatters into pieces*

Yep, a nice little mutant. One with tentacles for tentacle stuff and... wow my mind just went places. No tentacles for you my friend, but you may have talons or extra limbs.

BIC:...

Rev'ex felt his form pulsate with never before experianced power,the world around him shifting...changeing as he was fused with the powers of the Herald ...

Such sensations...such delights..Rev'ex had never known...his eyes blazing with purple lightning...he raised his head to the sky....as if seeing it for the first time..

" For the Glory and Pleasures of Slaanesh.." he whispered " I shall create a symphony the likes of which have never been heard..."

"Damnation! What is this!" Nikev shouted as he hacked into a once ally.

"Infernal Daemon!" he shouted as he put a round through a charging Daemon's chest.

"This fight is lost!" He screamed into his mic, "Retreat! RETREAT!"

Mounting Manodire Nikev began riding around, doing his best to protect the retreating Nucian's. Being saved a few times himself by those very same.



OOC: So uh..........damn.

BIC:...

Rev'ex glared over the edge of the Tower,his newly granted gifts allowing him to easily spot the cursed Imperial who'd mocked him and killed his trusted B'Kar earlier...

There...amongst the swirl of combat...bellowing for the followers of the Corpse God to retreat was the hated foe..

Rev'ex marked the man in his mind as an evil hiss escaped his lips..." Soon dog...soon you shall pay for your insults...pay with your flesh...your blood....your very soul".

Waits for ghosty and jp.........

(ic) Ludias watches the new herald with his warpsight, and then sinks to one armoured knee, "My lord, what is your command?"

"Fall Back!" Nikev shouted once more, dashing through the lines, slashing and firing from a las pistol he snatched from the ground. The retreat was hell, men were being stabbed as they tried to disengage and run, those that would stay and cover their friends were being overwhelemed by the number of foes that was at hand. Nikev tried his mic to call in support from the base but no response was ever given.

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Standing in the trench that had been built and fought over for months, Keth Nadin had just finished checking his las-gun again and finished the second prayer when someone screamed about a attack. Slaming against the trench wall and preparing to fire over the top, he was met with the sight of Nucian's, Racing against Chaos daemons and soldiers trying to kill them. Over his mic came the voice of his commander, "All units open fire! Do your best not to hit our boys but damnit fire!", a few moments after. The lines began to flash.

Rev'ex turned to Ludias.." My command?.." he hissed.." My command is that not a single of those dogs down there.." he gestured to the fleeing Imperials.." Be allowed to escape.. a detachment of transports is to cut off their retreat...and..and I nave an other plan as well." Rev'ex smiled...his fanged teeth gleeming.

Focusing his newly aquired gifts to the rear of the retreating Imperials...Rev'ex began a hyme of summoning.

(good man)

(ic) Ludias nods and swiftly scales the walls sending telepathic messages to his possessed brethren, all to war.

He climbs into the noise halls and quickly takes the commander aside and tells him of the heralds wishes, a roar of approval reaches out to all corners of the hall as warriors steam towards the docking bays.

The hymn growms in volume, rattling the windows in the keep.

OOC:

so uh.....I'm not really sure what should be done now?
I'm trying to retreat and Fitzz wants to stop us and Tyrannic is obeying his command....so are these transports gonna cut my men off? They may be in the firing sight of the imperial line if they drive in front of the Nucians...unless you were going with the Nucian's not fully retreating yet.

(names ludias and yeah, the transports are intercepting you before you can retreat to far, youll be pinned)

Commissar NIkev wrote:OOC:

so uh.....I'm not really sure what should be done now?
I'm trying to retreat and Fitzz wants to stop us and Tyrannic is obeying his command....so are these transports gonna cut my men off? They may be in the firing sight of the imperial line if they drive in front of the Nucians...unless you were going with the Nucian's not fully retreating yet.

OOC:...

The basic idea is that Ludias has passed on Rev'ex commands ,both to the possessed marines and the Noise marines to cut off the Nucian retreat,at the same time Rev'ex has unleashed a summoning spell in attempts to summon Daemonnetes to hold the Nucians up long enough to be intercepted by the advanceing Chaos transports.

Just before the Nucian's could make it in the safety of the safe firing of their lines, a great roaring of machines of death and destruction burst into existence and began to cut off the Nucian's further retreat from the safety of their lines. Stopping dead in their tracks, The Nucians only numbered in the hundreds now. "By the Emperor." Muttered a few as chaos fiends and heretics with a mix of marines stepped forth from the machines to stand in a line, awaiting the Nucian's. Nikev turned to look at the heretics behind them to see that they also stopped, awaiting the coming charge to get the Nucian's while their backs were turned. Dismounting Manodire, Nikev looked around at the men who stood before him. "Well boys," He spoke into his mic to make sure everyone heard him,"Looks about time that the Emperor become so proud of us that he wants to meet us in person, so he's called our end. Lets us Disappoint him ey!" Nikev raised his sword to the sky and was replied with the roars and bellows of Nucia. "Charge!" Nikev screamed at the top of his lungs, eager for the first time in his life to disappoint the emperor.

Ludias followed on the undercarrage of one of the tanks, and upon getting to the battle line he drops his glamour, and all the guardsmen who see him shrink back in fear, Ludias's tentacles lash out and all they hit appear to be drained of life and after a second or two the cuts caused by the tentacles seem to turn black and spread over the entire body of the victim, seconds later there is only a skeleton inside his clothes. The Marines charge on all sides as more possed appear as if from nowhere in the ranks of guardswmen, having glamoured themselfs as the guardsmen, now they reveal themselfs to be the possesed that they are and begin to butcher the guardsmen.

Rev'ex roared in ecstacy as he saw his forces cut off the retreating Imperials...
He felt his body pulse with barely contained power and...with but a thought ...found himself standing amongst his warriors on the battle field...facing the hated followers of the Corpse God...

Rev'ex felt his taloned guantlet fuse with his flesh...becoming part of him,his whips writhed and crackled with life and power of their own as he uncoiled them from his belt...

The very air around him filled with swirling multicolored lightning as his eye burned with pink fire...

" Now!!.." Rev'ex bellowed at his assembled troops...his whips cracking the air around him " Fill the sky with their Screams!!..Flood the earth with their Blood!!..For the Glory of Slaanesh..Bestow your Dark Pleasures upon them all!!"...

The forces of Chaos surged forth...

Okay, thanks to Fitzz PMing me I know that you guys have some combat in mind. It will be a threeway battle and I have decided that it will act out like a turn based game like Final Fantasy.

As a teaser, I'll roll to see who goes first.

1-2=Fitzz
3-4=Marta
5-6=Nikev

I, the holy GM, roll a 2

1-3=Marta
4-6=Nikev

I, the holy GM, roll a 3

So the combat goes- Fitzz, Marta, and then Nikev.

Will the dice gods turn their favor against Marta and Fitzz in a curve ball out of left field? Was this the plan of the dice gods all along, to tease the two chaos players with glory?

Also I need Nikev to send me a PM with his target priority.

Ludias drains the life of all in his path, the nucian commander sees Ludias and desperatley fires shots at him, a couple of ludias's tentacles are damages but begin to heal over. A hilghly sibilant voice slithers across the distance towards Nikev, "For the Heralds of Slaanesh!!!!"

(this is just rp'ing dont let it affect your rolls, it can be after Re'vex has swung, im just posting now so i dont forget later

Nope sorry Marta, I am going to hereby remove one wound from your character!

Just joking, you guys can RP taunts, etc until I do the actual combat.

Nikev said that his character isn't concerned with combat at the moment, but wants to get the hell out of dodge right away. To do this I will be rolling for initiative, Marta and Fitzz have the same roll because they are both with each other and assumed to be moving at the same pace.

I rolled three dice for the two groups, I did this because everyone has the same initiative and it would come down to a simple 'who had the higher number'. One dice in that wouldn't ensure the best outcome while three allowed better results.

Nikev: 4+1+6
Bad Guys: 2+3+2

Nikev pulls a roadrunner and gets the hell out of there.

I will try to rationalize this for you guys in a story. Good news is nobody loses a wound.

cool thanks, although im beginning to believe that the dice are biased against chaos, srsly

The dice gods are apparantly ticked at Tzeench, Nurgle, Slaanesh, and Khorne. Probably has something to do with the Big Four trashing the dice gods' house during that crazy drunken scrabble game...

Plus the fact that I add a -6 modifier to each chaos role because I don't like them, its not as much as the +10 modifier I give to the loyalist RPers so you chaos guys are lucky.

haha im not going to take that at face value like i should,
*twiddles thumbs* an end to the combat would be great

Ellanor raised the hood on her camo cloak, and melted into the wall, the squad moved into an alcove beside a statue as she crouched infront of it, she drew her knife under the cloak. they could hear the voices now, and footfalls, they were running down the corridor, probably towards the vehicles. she could see them now, three men, all mutated.

it was perfect, they were going to run right over her. one did, as they wern't paying attention to the surroundings. he went skidding along the floor and the others stopped, looking around to see who was there. Just as he turned his back Ellanor jumped up from the floor, plunging her knife into the heritics back again and again. Javier jumped out from beside the statue too takling the prophet and punching him in the face.

"lets get this thing out of here, we can interrogate in on the move, back to the transport bay" Ellanor shouted

Alright, now that we have an interaction with the prophet I get to take over, thank you Ninja.


Leper Messiah.....

The Prophet looked over the men who had captured him, a task force of some kind. Not from Netat, nor from the Fluvians who had been defending the city for some time. He smiled as he looked at the one who had punched him in the face. They stood in a circle around him, some pointed their weapons at him while the others provided cover for them, a single member of the force parted the circle and approached him. His hands were tightly tied together, his circulation had been cut off by the binds.

"We want answers and we want them now." the figure said, her voice surprised the Prophet.

"My dear," the Prophet said sweetly, "the Lord of Excess is the answer to all of life's qestions."

The swift kick from Ellanor knocked the wind from him and he began to wheeze, trying to regain his breath.

"What's going on with the people around here you piece of gak?" Ellanor grabbed the Prophet by his collar, she could smell his horrid breath.

"All sorts of wonderful gifts from the Lord himself." the Prophet preached, "he is rewarding us for following his whims. We live in joyful abundance and he changes us so that we may enjoy more and more."

Ellanor looked at the Prophet before slamming his head against the ground, "Give me some real answers, why is this planet so important to them?"

"This planet is a gift," the Prophet remained on the floor and looked at the woman with one eye, "a gift to the Lord. I am here merely as a vassel of the Lord of Excess, to shape the people of this world to better suit his needs. For we are all servants of Slaanesh, even you."

Ellanor kicked the old man in the face causing several teeth to fall out of hid diseased gums. The old man began to laugh.

"What's so funny scum?" Ellanor shouted at the Prophet.

"You don't know what the Lord has in store for you Ellanor Fett." the Prophet continued to chuckle as spittle dripped from his crusted lips.

"How do you know my name!" Ellanor lifted the old man and began to question him with renewed vigor, "Who the hell are you!"

"I am Ezrael Gounter, Prophet of the Lord of Excess, Collector of Souls, Redeemer of the Followers of the Corpse-Emperor, and as a reward for my work your future husband." the Prophet continued to laugh as the words from his mouth washed over Ellanor.

With a look of disgust hidden behind her helmet she threw the old man to the ground, "In your dreams you sick feth." she spat while firing rapidly into the Prophet's form. Black smoke filtered from the figure lying on the ground.

"The Emperor's will has been done." Ellanor muttered as she turned her back from the Prophet's corpse.

The old man's robes began to quiver and lift as black ooze spread from underneath. The ooze began to turn into cylindrical shapes and slithered towards the stormtroopers.

"Ma'am, something's awry." Javier said as he backed away with his weapon drawn.

Ellanor turned to see the black worms grow mouths filled with pearlescent fangs. The smell of ammonia filled the air as the creatures emitted a light hissing. As they advanced on the stormtroopers, a grease-like trail followed them. The stormtroopers opened fire upon the worms to no effect, everytime they were hit the worms would simply reform and continue their advance. Their speed increased as their footing in the material world continued to grow.

"Let's get the hell out of here." Ellanor ordered her men. They began to turn and run towards the nearest exit, Ellanor leading the way. One of the worms shot towards Javier and stuck to his chest plate and began to gnaw at the armor. Javier tried to brush the thing off, only to have it stick to the worm.

"I...I can't get it off!" Javier yelled as another worm leapt up and landed upon his mask. The creature lunged at the facemask and cracked it. "It's eating into my armor!"

His scream grew higher in pitch as the worm reached his face and bit the flesh under his right eye. The worms continued to advance upon the stormtroopers while the duo already on Javier continued their work. The worm on his chest burrowed through the now cracked armor and began to chew at the flesh and sinew surrounding the sternum. The beating of his heart drew the black worm closer and closer while the worm in Javier's mask bit its way into the man's eye socket and broke through the bone behind the eye to enter the brain cavity.

Javier fell backwards in spasms as the worms continued to crawl around inside of the man. The sight validated Ellanor's concern as the rest of the squad continued to run through the halls. Their footsteps echoed through the gilded halls as they made their escape.

Unknown to them, Javier began to rise and casually wiped himself off. The wound in his chest sealed by the black filth of the worm, his eye socket filled with a single black orb.

"You shouldn't of punched me friend." the Prophet's voice left Javier's mouth as he cracked his jaw and neck. "Now to seek my reward."



There you go. I know this RP has been going on and off lately, but I am going to be sending a pm to the others to try and get them back on board. Let's go for 25 and I'll be happy people.

Still with you Nachos...though I am waiting on some sort of write up detailing the combat that took place between the Chaos forces and Nikev...


I've got some ideas...some wonderfuly evil ideas....and want to launch them soon.

just had to check their to make sure that he wasn't a spec weapons guy

interesting though, I'm going to have to make a cool escape since I didn't get a cool enterance to the planet

FM Ninja 048 wrote:just had to check their to make sure that he wasn't a spec weapons guy

interesting though, I'm going to have to make a cool escape since I didn't get a cool enterance to the planet

Don't you hate losing a guy in your stormtrooper squad and having to look to see that you can remove someone without a special weapon? Oh my stormtroopers lost two, that'll be two basic guys then. Melta and flamer are good to go.

Will have an event for Nikev's escape sometime this night along with some other goodies. Maybe another 'Evade the Commissar'.

...Been a long time since we had an episode of Evade the Commisar...I'm looking forward to it...

halonachos wrote:

FM Ninja 048 wrote:just had to check their to make sure that he wasn't a spec weapons guy

interesting though, I'm going to have to make a cool escape since I didn't get a cool enterance to the planet

Don't you hate losing a guy in your stormtrooper squad and having to look to see that you can remove someone without a special weapon? Oh my stormtroopers lost two, that'll be two basic guys then. Melta and flamer are good to go.

well it's more due to that I just glanced at my name list on page one to see who jumped him

and on the tabletop all my stormtroopers use HSLG so it's ok

Nikev looked around him, the forces of the archenemy were trying to choke him off from the rest of the loyalists. He could hear the roar of the chaos marine transports and knew that they would be coming for revenge. A revenge that would be too horrible for him to comprehend.

His men were slowly being surrounded though. The grey-green outfits of the Fluvians surrounded the gold patterned Nucians.

"May the Emperor shine his favor upon us!" Nikev barked as he charged towards the Fluvians between him and the Nucian lines. Before he could reach them the whine of a basilisk shell pierced the din of combat and announced the arrival of aid for the embattled Nucians. A cloud of dirt and mutant remains flew into the sky before raining back down, coloring the Nucians and nearby Fluvians a mix of brown and red. A hole was being punched in the Fluvians to allow Nikev his escape.

"Men of Nucia, FORWARD!" Nikev screamed as he charged through the gaping hole in the Fluvian ranks. Artillery shells began to fall behind them to deter the Chaos Marine rhinos.

"Damn them!" Re'vex spat as he watched his quarry get away, "DAMN THEM TO THE WARP!." he yelled as he punched the wall of the transport. The armor buckled from the force of the punch.

The driver of the transport immediately swerved to miss a shell and skidded over the remains of the Fluvians, it plowed into the Fluvian ranks who were busy trying to avoid the barrage of shells.

BIC:...

A nearby transport vaporized an Imperial shell landed on top of it...a flaming twisted ball of scorched metal hurled high into the air only to come crashing down scant yards away from Rev'ex own transport...

" My Commander.." The driver turned facing Rev'ex..." Imperial artilery...what are your orders...?"

Rev'ex roared frustration..." Withdraw..." he spat reluctantly.." We regroup at the base of the Tower..." he paused for a moment...a smile splitting his features..." I want prisoners gathered...as many as can be located...take some from those miserable farmers we captured earlier....but I WANT THEM!!!"

Ludias speaks up and Re'vex starts, he hadnt notices the Possessed marine beside him, "Do not fear the artillery my lord, my freinds are dealing with it even as we speak."

And as if some kind of magical power had filled his words, at that moment the artillery stopped, "My friends have disabled the weapons, they will not trouble you again."

As the artillery paused briefly to allow proper reloading, Nikev and his men continued to run towards the Nucian lines. The sight of a commissar actually leading a retreat astonished some of the Nucians, the act itself was new to Nikev. Yet here they were, a group of soldiers who had ignored orders to run into combat only to be beaten back and forced to retreat, the universe's sick sense of karma showed itself once more.

"Commissar!" a platoon commander shouted as he approached the retreating Nucians, "We were ordered to remain here and hold the lines, why the hell where you out there?"

"We were fighting for the glory of the Emperor and aiding our brothers in arms, until..." Nikev's voice trailed, "they were turned against us by the unholy ones."

"Don't do it again Commissar." the commander ordered.

"You have no right to tell me what to do commander," Nikev threatened with his hand over his holster, "I am an officer of the Emperor's will, I have rank over you. Order me again and I will take pleasure in having you reprimanded."

The threat stuck to the commander as he walked off to his forward observation post to relay the news to HQ. Nikev's men walked back to the barracks for a quick meal before they would have to get back onto the front lines to repel any attackers foolish enough to follow them.

The artillery commander looked at his watch and began to count down along with the second hand. "Five, four, three, two, one, rain hell!" he shouted as the watch struck the five minute mark. The forces of the archenemy who had take repreive during the five minutes of reloading were now caught in the middle of another barrage. The Nucians cheered as the forces of archenemy began to fall back.
.................

The transmission had reached a nearby black ship, after decrypting the message a servitor brought the message to the Lord Inquisitor's state room.

"This is General Gregor Nussberg of the 37th Fluvian Mechanized forces, we have fought the archenemy of the Emperor for over a year with limited supplies and reinforcements. In due time our inoculation supplies ran out and we were forced to fight the taint of chaos on our own, we donned rebreathers in a futile attempt to keep the taint from reaching us. Alas we began to suffer from it, mutations and suicide crept into our ranks and we dealt with it according to the laws of the Imperium but it was growing too fast to be ended. The whole fighting force was infected with varying levels of mutation yet we fought with increased vigor against the enemy for they had doomed us. We received recent reinforcements from the Nucians and I fear that they will suffer the same fate as us if they do not receive aid.

The archenemy has opened warp portals on the planet and unleashed a tide of demonic filth. I plan to lead a suicidal charge into the heart of the enemy which will hopefully cripple them and allow the Nucians to hold out for reinforcements or whatever aid they will receive.

I miss my wife and my children, but I cannot return to them. I will die fighting for the Emperor and my men and I hope that we will receive redemption through our actions despite being tainted. To whoever receives this message, please aid the Nucians before they succumb to the same fate as us.

-For the Glory of the Emperor,
Gregor Nussberg, Commanding Officer, 37th Fluvian Mechanized."

The inquisitor laid the script down on the table and contemplated the information that had been brought with the message.

"Bring me readings from the planet of origin." a female voice said as the inquisitor rose from the leather chair she had been sitting in, "We could have a serious breach if this message holds true.".

OOC:...why do I sense an extreamly large BOOM in the near future..?

BIC:...

Rev'ex watched as another Transport erupted into a fireball under the hail of Imperial Fire...

He gazed at Ludias..." It would seem your bretheran failed..." he turned to his transport driver.." Continue to the rally point...and have the prisoner assembled when I arrive.."

Oh, there will be an incredibly large something happening.

BIC:...

Rev'ex leapt from his transport as it came to a halt near the Tall towers...

Outside several Dozen captives awaited him,some Guardsmen...some farmers from the earlier raid...all had been forced to their knees by the Marines and Cultist who guarded them...

Rev'ex turned facing Ludias..." I require cages...wracks...pikes of iron...we shall return these pathetic worshipers of the corpse god to their fellows..." Rev'ex claws flashed out and quickly plucked the eye from a cowering Guardsman...the man tossing back his head and screaming in pain and surprise...
Rev'ex glared at the man...an evil smile splitting his features " I intend to send you home little brother...home...and then so much further..."
Rev'ex roared with maniacal laughter as he entered the towers.

(wtf halo?)

(ic) Ludias looses control of his glamour as his rage rage increses. "They failed?" His armour begins to split along his chest and tentacles force their way out, thousands of curses from an unknown language fill the air as ludias's armour clangs to the ground, rent and torn, in its place is a horrific beiing, a facimile of a human, but comprised of tentacles, writhing but seemily bound by common purpose, arms chest, legs and a strange head all made from twisted and threaded tentacles, his large hands now displaying their true shape, powerful ropes of tentacles covered in sharp toothed mouths. His fury echos through the base as he crawls up the wall and seems to merge through the cieling as his tentacles find any route through the miasma of stonework, "you will have your torture devices re'vex"

Ludias moves swiftly through the base, rousing his dormant allies, they join him and permeate through the base, hundreds of stealthed possessed waiting the time to charge the forces of the emperor, meanwhile Ludias takes the required equipment to Re'vex's chambers with some cohort slaves.

BIC:...

With the aid of Ludias and his slaves ,Rev'ex over sees the mounting of numerous cages and wracks to dozens of transport vehicles...bidding the wailing minions of the corpse god to each with pulsating barbed wrappings...evisarating many as he fastens the restraints...cutting deeply into the flesh of the screaming Imperials...

On cruel spikes that have been afixed to the hulls of massive Land Raiders...Rev'ex instructs even more followers of the false emperor to be impailed...their bodies twisting and writheing as they shriek in agony...slipping down the sharpend pikes...

With malicious glee,Rev'ex inserts barbed orbs of sizzling daemonic energy into the bodies of each and every Imperial...delighting in the canopy of pain that fill the very air...the orbs amplify the horrid screams a thousand fold...creating a sonic wave of the shrieks of the tormented...

Rev'ex sits back for a moment...admireing the symphony created here....the turns to Ludias..." Prepare your bretheren...we advance...."

Rev'ex leapt to the top of his transport...a mass of Marines and cultist gathered before him...he spreads his arms allowing the power of the Lord of Dark Pleasure to flow through him...ripping into the very fabric of reality...from within the portals Rev'ex has created a sea of Daemons surge forth...

" For the Glory of Slaanesh!!!...This day our enemies screams shall fill the sky!!!...For The Glory of the Lord of Dark Pleasures!!...This day we shall devoure the Very souls of the Corpse gods minions!!!!...For The Glory of Slaanesh!!!...we ADVANCE!!!!"

In every rhino, covering every suit of power armour, wrapped around the limbs of every terminator, there are tentacle possesed posing as decorations on vehicles and armour the brethren of Ludias travel to battle

Ludias himself, incorporates himself onto the side of Revex's personal transport, inside the vehicle his dully pulsing tentacles fill the dim interior with strange effervescant light.

"What happened out there?" A rookie asked one of the retuening Nucian's.
"What happened out there was what the guard never tells you is going to happen when your enlisting."
"Oh" replied the rookie who turned back to watch no mans land again.

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With a dull expressionless face, Nikev had gone to the mess hall and grabbed a warm plate of the crap they called a gourmet meal. Upon finishing, with the same mood, he visited the armoury to refuel his weapons, and returned to his post on the line. Though him and every man that returned with him wanted the is war to be over with more than all of their hearts combined, It was not over. No one knew how much longer they had to wait before this war would be over.

"GO GO GO!" Ellanor yelled as everybody rushed past her, those worm things had killed Javier and now they wanted them too, they slithered down the corridor leaving slimy, gooey trails behind them. She fired a burst from her lasgun and a cluster exploded into flames.

They fled down the corridor, back towards the vehicle bay. Each stopping in turn to give covering fire for the rest of the squad.

"Super 6-1 this is the moving shadows, request immediate air support and extraction at the governors palace, friendlies will be marked with orange smoke, I say again orange smoke. All other targets are green to engage."

"this is Super 6-1, on station with Star 4-2, moving in, ETA 3 minutes, Roger green to engage.

"Mcgahan, where's our ride?" Ellanor yelled over the rapid crackle of las-fire.

"on it's way captain, we'll need to get outside" Noemi yelled back.

They rounded another corner, the blast door was only about 10 meters away now, they dived through it and Cody hit the Emergency lock stud, there was a whine of hydraulics and a crash as the blast door sealed shut. Cody hit the control panel with the butt of his gun, smashing it to pieces.

"they stopped for a moment to catch some breath, confident that the worm would need to find another way into the hanger. They made their way over to the other door, a large, elaborate hanger door presumably leading outside. They press the opening stud and the door started to retract, revelling another identical door about 20 meters away, this room had no distinguishing features, but on the floor were two sets of hazard markings, lifts, one of them was retracted and it's empty shaft went down about 7 stories. They hurried over to the other door. Hitting a stud identical to the one giving entrance to this room. It slid back and the door in front of them started to lower like a drawbridge, forming a landing pad. They looked out across the city, some portions seemed to be burning as smoke was rising in small wisps from some sectors. In the distance they could see two small shapes, coming straight for the place, valkyries.

"Pop smoke!" Noemi said reaching for the Smoke grenade on her belt. She pulled the pin and tossed it onto the ground, orange smoke started to spew from the bottom, trailing away in the wind. Another couple followed, creating a huge plume of smoke billowing off the platform. Above them there was an ear-splitting roar and small worms started to rain from The ceiling, they landed in the centre of the vehicle hanger, making audible squelches as they landed.

I'll cover you, get to the valk! Ellanor yelled, firing into the worms. They started to mash together, forming one worm about the size of a vulture. It slapped to the floor and started to advance on Ellanor, she fired into it's face chunks of flesh came flying off, littering the floor. The valkyrie reached the platform and hovered at the edge as everybody leaped onto it. The heavy stunner mounted on the rear ramp opened fire on the worm too, it's rounds impacting the flesh but doing very little damage. Then star 4-1, a vulture armed with rocket pods and multilasers lined up for a run.

--added--
the multilasers peppered the deck around the worm as Ellanor dived down out the way. Missiles impacted the floor of the lift room, blasting the worm appart. They must of hit some sort of missile trigger as the doors of the hanger started to close, the valkyrie dodged out the way to stop it's tail being hit and ellanor tried to scramble up the ramp, luckily it wasn' closing very fast, the doors worn out servos bearly able to handle the wieght. She sprinted for the edge of the ramp, as it raised. the sprint turning into a scramble near the end. Leaping off the edge, arms flailing she soared throught the air.

"we gotta' go now, we can't stay here" Erik called, watching the ramp close from the back of the valkyrie.
"NO, we can't leave her behind!"

There was an explosion above them as a flurry of missiles impacted the door above them, and little bits of shrapnel rained down around them. Suddenly there was a large thud on the left wing and the valkyrie listed wildly to the left before the pilot could correct it.

"What was that" Odessa called on the intercom to the co-pilot
"your captain, she's on the wing now" he replied

Kelthad chuckled as he watched the mutants being bombarded with their own artillery. The spectacle was beautiful to him, a story of betrayal, a tale of deceit, a wonderful real life novel unfolding in front of him. More importantly it gave him enough sacrifice to unleash his ultimate plans. He summoned his council and lifted a large skin covered book, the symbols burnt into the book created patterns for each of the four gods.

"Today," Kelthad raised the large tome in front of him, "we will unleash the full powers of the warp upon this tiny planet. We will plunge it into twilight and present it to the gods. We will receive favor and rewards beyond our imagining and we will damn the souls of countless enemies."

The council let out a small murmer of cheer, afraid to celebrate too loudly.

"We will need to prepare," Kelthad opened the tome, "we will need to cover these four corners in blood, these others with flesh. Unknown to the followers of the corpse god, they gave us the perfect beacon to communicate our will with our lords. Now don't just sit in these seats, go forth with your mission. If you fail your head will be mounted on a pike and your soul stripped from your body to be kept in a container for all of eternity for my amusement."

"My liege," Kelthad's favorite spoke, "what of the marines?"

"Let them have their fun for now," Kelthad looked out the window at the marines preparing to charge back out into combat, "they're souls will help feed our cause. Soon they'll be nothing except for husks of adamantium."

BIC:...


In unison the tide of War Machines surged forward...surrounded by a sea of advancing Cultist and capering Daemons...

The screams of the bound and tortured prisoner reverberating ahead...amplified to an ear shattering level by Rev'ex cruel devices...

As the forces of Slaanesh neared the Imperial Artilery lines...the gun crews grasped at their heads...blood boiling from their ears as wave after wave of the sonic assualt washed over them...

A multitude of Vindicators fired volleys of shells high...desimating the Imperial lines as Las Cannon Fire erupted from Land Raiders and Predators..searing the guns of the followers of the corpse god...

Rev'ex smiled inside his transport....he'd promised the screaming Guardsman he'd take him home...and that was just what he intended to do...closing his eyes..and focusing all his energy,,,Rev'ex began a ritual of sumoning...

Inquisitor Cerule looked at the holographic image of the planet of Netat, images of the commanding officers showed their ranks and a limited history. Locations were also highlighted with a small history and a timeline of events, she sped the timeline up and watched as the taint originated in the center of the Tall Tower defense Bastion and slowly spread over the Fluvian lines like a blanket. She shook her head as mutation reports filled the lower left hand corner of the screen, soon the reports of execution were replaced by simple statistics until the number 100 filled it. The taint seemed to end at the Fluvian lines for some reason unlike similar invasions which had entire planets consumed. Then the Nucian commanders arrived on screen, the center of the Tall Tower turned a bright white as the warp portal was opened. The Fluvian lines charged towards the Tall Tower before falling short and turning back on the Nucians. No doubt the taint had caused sufficient damage to cause them to turn.

"This isn't normal." Cerule told herself, "There's something more behind this besides a simple invasion."

She turned to face another servitor idling at the side of the table waiting for an order, "Search the libraries for anything similar, report back to me if you find anything."

She stood upright and placed her hand over her mouth, her other hand holding up the arm. An exterminatus was almost indeed in order for the planet, but the food production from the world comprised around 10% of the system's agricultural produce. She would need more information before ordering anything.

The circle continued to glow brighter as the map reached current times. Cerule's eyes widened as she watched the portal's power fill the entirety of the Tall Tower.

"Adjutant!" Nikev called out and the adjutant came to him, "I need you to get me a line to comm-" Nikev was cut off by Manodire who began howling in pain. "What the Hell!" Nikev shouted, running to his mounts side and kneeling down. "Whats wrong Manodire?" Nikev asked, but was soon answered not by Manodire, but by a terrible screaching that became louder and louder.
From accross No-Mans land came a black line, which grew and grew until the full Arch-enemy's force could be seen. The source of the noise clearly comming from them.

"ArghAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Nikev screamed as the sound became unbearingly loud, grabbing the sides of his head he fell to his knees and screamed along with the others that were on the line. The Pain was unbearable, like a thousand drills boring into his head. Nikev, struggling with the unbearable pain, tore thick parts from his trench coat and balled them into little balls. He then placed them as firmly as he possibly could into the ears of Manodire, who's suffering had to have been the absolute worst of them all.

A large explosion was heard from down the line as the Arch-Enemy opened fire upon them. "You Bastards!" Nikev strained to scream as he struggle unto the firing step, half supporting half supported by a nearby trooper. With as much strength as he could gather he bellowed "THESE HEATHENS WISH TO D- DIE! LET U-US NOT DI- DISAPPOINT THEM!" Aiming his Bolt pistol he let it roar, horribly missing his intended target, but hitting a enemy trooper nonetheless from the sheer number of them.

Following the weak single man attack, Troopers around Nikev and down the line began to slowly and painfully open fire. Looking back, he saw that one man nearby had killed himself to save from the pain of the terrible sound. "Fool" Nikev strained to think, "You've just failed the Emperor".

The wall of Re'vex's transport morphes into a face, tentacles writhing into position, Ludias's voice speaks out, "When do you wish for the aid of my Brethren lord?"

BIC:....

Rev'ex turned to Ludias..a fanged grin spreading as he witnessed the followers of the false Emperor attempting to reapel his forces...

" Inform your Brethren to strike now...like a blade of Slaanesh...plunge into the heart of the corpse gods followers...into the heart of the corpse god itself..." Rev'ex hissed...

Above the ranks of Warmachines hammering the Imperial lines...a cyclonic storm of pink and purple fire had begun to form...Rev'ex felt his body cascade with warp power and continued his summonings....

Even as warriors of chaos disgorge into the enemy from their armour hundreds of possesed dislodge and reform, hundreds of possesed begint o sweep over the enemy lines

"Where's that Artillery!" shouted a sergent as he fired from over the line. His caster desperately trying to raise the mechanized forces to bring them into action. "FOrget the damn artillery! They'll be on us before they even get loaded. Call in for more soldiers damnit!" The caster changed from trying to hail the artillery to trying to raise command on the line.

As the sergent turned back to continue firing, he wiped the blood from his eyes as the piercing sound continued to blare. Looking amongst the coming horde, the sky began to darken. "What the hell?" the sergent said as a lightning bolt streaked from the darkness that loomed above and caused his body to explode into a bloody mess.

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In the mess hall, they had just finished washing the dishes for the Nucian soldiers that just ran back from the charge when a soldier burst into the hall. "The gaks hit the fan!" He screamed, "Its an all out fething attack! Chaos is massing a charge! They need everyman now!" Soldiers all around the room burst from their seats and ran out to grab their equipment and join the line.

Curious about how big this attack could actually be, the cooks went from the back of the mess hall and all gathered around the window's, not a single piece of land could be seen in the direction of the tower, it was filled with a sea of bodies.

BIC:

As his mind pulsed with energy...Rev'ex could "see" the events taking place outside his transport...

A sea of Daemons and Cultist backed by countless squads of Marines were decimating the Imperial fortifications...

The Sonic assault of the amplified wails of Rev'ex victiams had driven most of the false emperors followers mad...and had begun to shatter the very walls of their strong hold...shattering barriers through wich an endless tide of his troops spilled...

The visions filled Rev'ex with a perverse joy as he began to bellow ancient litanies...forbiden devotions and oaths to the Lord of Dark pleasure....

Above the Imperial Head quarters the sky swirled...taking on the apearance of a multi colored hurricane ...flashes of pink warp lightning flashed...vaporizing huge chunks of plasteel as bolts pounded the structure...the very fabric of reality began to tear...and from the growing portal a swarm of winged daemons blackened the sky...

Rev'ex gyrated his prayers growing louder and louder...more fevered....more urgent...he sensed the approach of his Lord...

A loud humming began to grow from the Tall Tower. It grew until it began to shake the ground below both forces, lightning shot from the tower and began to strike at the ground around the bastion, cooking demon, mutant, and chaos marine alike. Storms raged overhead as the combined portals from Rev'ex and Kelthad's own summoning began to feed off of each other. The sky began to bleed above the Tall Tower and veinlike clouds began to sprawl out from command center of the Tall Tower. Kelthad laughed maniacly as his body was transformed by the full powers of the warp, his armor grew tight as he transformed, surely a reward from the gods for his offering.

The ground began to crack as four crevices shot out from the Tall Tower in four directions. Each perfectly aligned to meet its opposite. As the cracks surged forth, enemies fell into the crust of the planet, swallowed up by the divisions created by the four gods. The sky turned hues of purple as the ground blackened and the rivers turned toxic. The fields shriveled and turned to dust around them.

His plan had reached fruition, the planet would belong to the realm of chaos, Kelthad had been rewarded for his efforts with a new form. As a final showing of power Kelthad burst the command center of the Tall Tower and launched himself into the courtyard to enjoy the rain of blood and gore pouring down above the Tall Tower.




The rapid change in the planet's condition had been enough for Inquisitor Cerule, she slammed her fist on the holographic display of the planet and cursed. The threat of damnation for not one but two companies of guardsmen was imminent. She sent out two orders, one to any Astartes in the area and one to the forces on the surface of Netat. She could not cary out an exterminatus on her own and required the aid of Astartes battle barges to help carry out the emperor's will of destroying the planet being corrupted before her. Worst of a warning popped over the holograph and directed her attention towards a smaller city to the south of the Tall Tower and the overall battlefield. She cursed again as she read the warning. The planet housed a shrine dedicated to some long lost Eccleshiary leader. The city of Furlsbru housed the most faithful of the entire planet, and the fact that it was still standing showed the strength of the imperial forces that had been defending it and also explained why the southern lines were also the heaviest and housed the HQ for the commaning officials. The city came up on the holographic display. White walls crested with golden towers watched the blackening of the earth around it and seemed to stave off the spread of the taint like an antibiotic warding off an infection. She realized that she would be unable to order an exterminatus for the fact that it would destroy the holy relics within the city's walls, she also came to the fact that she had to force the planetside forces to defend the city until reinforcements could arrive.

"To all loyalist forces of the imperium of man, this is Inquisitor Cerule demanding the immediate extraction of your forces from the current zone of operation. Your area is filled with the taint of the archenemy, the shrine city of Furlsbru has the only safe atmospheric exit. The city of Furlsbru must not fall, leave the current zone and proceed to the city of Furlsbru. I repeat, all loyalist forces are to proceed south to the city of Furlsbru for extraction of wounded and further orders. The Emperor protects." her order echoed throughout the voxes of the Nucian command centers and ordered retreats commenced as the Nucian command borded their valkries to reach Furlsbru as quickly as possible. Dust clouds kicked up as tank columns abandoned their positions to reach safety.

Earthquakes shook the crust as the crevices shut closed to leave blackened lines across the planet's surface. The lines reeked of sulphur and rotten corpses as imperial troops retreated. The Tall Tower had been lost and the planet was becoming impossible to retake for the hammer of the emperor alone.

Near lightyears away, another ship heralded the call from the good inquisitor. Another servitor proceeded to present the orders to the ships captain. He looked over the script and saw the inquisitorial seal affixed to the bottom of it, his mind was ultimately made up over the presence of this symbol.

"Set a course for the planet of Netat, sector 234.2." his voice boomed, unaided by a vox system.

The good fight would not be over so easily for the embattled imperial forces. As the Battlebarge Communion began to shift its course to pass through the warp and to the planet the Space Marines of the Iron Judges chapter inside prepared for another war against their most hated enemies.

Alright, loyalists are in full retreat, chaos forces are pressing their attack. Space Marines are arriving to save the day. All loyalist players should make their way to the shrine city to the south of the Tall Tower. Chaos forces should do what chaos forces do best, celebrate victory and also watch out for raining blood and guts.

Not to poop on the storytelling but an inquisitor doesn't carry out exterminatus, they need a space marine to do that.

Did I say that there was an imperial fleet in orbit around the planet in the beginning?

Damn, I didn't. Well, this will call for some creative story telling, stay tuned.

Edited the event for ya.

Cool, should have my bit done this-afternoon

BIC:...

The sky above the Imperial headquarters swirled in a cyclonic display of colors...the rift spliting the fabric of reality even further with each passing second....

Rev'ex summoning reached a fevered pitch inside his transport...his eyes blazing with warpfire...the herald of Slaanesh threw back his head and howled...a torrent of praises to his dark lord issuing forth...

From the reaches of the warp..through the rift above...a form decended...materializing before screaming Guardsmen and cheering ..undilating Heretic alike...a roar rose from the ranks of the multitude of Slaanesh marines as they gazed to the sky in ecstacy....

There...towering above the Imperial fortress..the great daemon ...horrifying and elegant in form...spread it's wings...a sea of daemons poured from the rift..to capper merrily about the towering apparitions cloven hooves..

The access ramp of Rev'ex transport opened with a hiss as the Herald strolled forth...gazing at the giant winged embodiment before him...Rev'ex roared in ecstacy..." For you my Lord....For YOU!!!"

Klaxon sirens sounded through out the Imperial fortress as the mighty Daemon unleashed a hail of irridicent purple bolts into the structure.

"Get Off!" Nikev shouted as he smashed his boot into the face of a Heretic trying to climb aboard the moving troop transport. The Defense had gone to hell, especially after the full-retreat order was given. Soldiers just left their posts, running from the Daemons and heretics to get to this supposed untainted city down south. "RUN!" Nikev shouted to a guardsman running to catch up with their transport as he was being chased by a daemons. The soldiers in the transport aimed over the side and fired to give cover as the driver slowed down just barely enough for the soldier to latch onto the side of the transport, escaping a horrendous death at the hands of the daemons.

"Can't this thing go any faster!" shouted a guardsman to the driver, "Damnit don't you think I'm tr-" "Wha-" Both of the men stopped talking as they saw a Greater Daemon fly from the warp cloud and smash upon the ground. The Daemon was followed by thousands upon thousands of smaller flying daemons who began to swoop down and wreck havoc upon those who were unfortunate enough to be the source of their attention.

The transport buckled and began to finally pick up a tremendous amount of more speed as the driver redoubled his efforts at going faster. Desperate not to be caught by those monstrosities. "Emperor's Damnation! They're coming this way!" Every soldier in the transport turned their head to the direction of the pointed hand to see a flying swarm of death break off from the main horde to chase them down.

Nikev grabbed a nearby tarp and threw it over the half-conscious Manodire who lay upon the bottom of the transport bed. "I'll be damned for eternity if something happens to you." Nikev whispered in his ear as he stroked the beast.

Rising from Manodire, Nikev saw that the daemon swarm was ever closer now. Just close enough to be considered in firing range. "Lets send these hethens back to the warp from whence they came!" a soldier nearby shouted and opened fire. "Took the words right out of my mouth." Nikev chuckled and opened fire.

OOC:no, your not destroying my transport, I need it for the future

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"Holy mother of the Emporer" Jermian said as he went over the routine matinence of the lander, In the distance they could see a swirling storm of color in the sky, pulsating with awe, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

"what is it Jermian" asked harotir looking out from the cockpit access hatch, unable to see the storm

"I got a bad feeling about this, spin up the plasma drives, we're getting out of here"

"the plasma drives, we leaving?"

"when the sky turns into a purple whirlpool, that's a good time to go..."

Jermain jumped clambered down the access hatch into the bridge, he slid down the steps and onto the cargo deck. hitting some buttons on the control panel he closed the cargo doors and began the start up sequence for the engines, they didn't have time to collapse the underwing tent and bring it inside, lukily there was nothing valuable inside, just some camp-beds and food.

Harotir was strapped into the pilots seat in the bridge, going through the blessing to get the cargo craft off the ground as Jermain entered, strapping himself in beside the navigator console.

"let's get out of here" Jermain said as the craft strained to lift off the ground

As Re'vex leaves the transport Ludias attaces himself to Re'vex's armour. When the herald speaks Ludias infuses his voice with supplication and devotion, filtering any potential tones that could be construed as insulting and rephaseing them as pure syllables of devotion and joy.

BIC:........

As the swirling sky darkens with swarms of winged abominations..Rev'ex pays homage to the towering Daemon...

The monsterous creature spreads it's wings and emits a high undualating wail... shatering the plasteel walls of the Imperial fortress as though they were made of glass...

Daemon,Heritic and Marine alike surge forth...a living tide of chaos...breaching the very heart of the structure...slaying the followers of the Corps God with wild and malicious glee...the screams of the dying Imperials filling the sky...

Rev'ex climbs high atop his transport...his arms held out to the cyclonic sky...his eyes aflame ...litinays of devotion spill from the heralds fanged mouth...

The Followers of the Corpse God are dead or fleeing....this world is now his Lords.

youe pretty much just ended the rp, nicely done,



chaos win

Looking back the gigantic Daemon reared its hideous head back and let out a devastating roar, Crushing the walls of the Imperial stronghold. Along with the destruction near the stronghold, it sent a shock wave that interfered with electronics and the like, shutting down the truck as they drove.

"Get this damn thing started back up!" shouted a Sergent as he stood back up from the jerk of the truck to lean out the side and fire at some of the still pursuing chaos daemons. "This gak has hit the fan!" yelled a private as he joined his Sergent in holding back the horde. "Damn batteries dead!" shouted the driver in return. "Well damnit get the spare! I didn't leave my wife and children to die on this piece of gak world!"

As the driver door opened, a round from one of the countless number of guns firing at them struck the driver, evaporating his leg. The events happening so fast that not even the driver understood what happened until he tried to use his missing leg to walk. "HOOE! gak!" he screamed as he fell, spewing more profanities. "gak! someone grab that spare and replace the battery before they reach us damnit!" shouted the Sergent, who had taken the role of acting commander despite the fact he was outranked.

Tumbling over the side, the two privates ran around the front of the transport. One covering and opening the hood as the other prepared to swap the batteries. "Get that gak in there so we can sail this fether out of here!" After a few moments passed, "Alright its in!" The private ran to the driver's seat, threw the injured driver into the passenger seat and tried the key.

As the truck started up the soldiers that were off the transport jumped back on. "Get our Asses out of here!" shouted the Sergent who banged his hand on the roof to let the driver know it was time. The truck and its passengers began to leave the chaos horde behind when multiple screeches above could be heard. "Rainbows and Happy fething Sunshine this day just gets better and better!"


@ Tyrannic -
As long as there are surviving forces of the Emperor, this fight will never be over.

(unless an 'event' is to happen all I can really see myself doing is more posts like this one until its determined I reach the city.....which I don't even know the distance to.....)

fair enough

Suddenly, the chaos shrine glows with eerie, purple light.

Tendrils of all colors reach out and snag the life force of Earl's companions, killing them instantly.

Earl watched as each of them died, until none were left but him.

Earl started to protest, but he was impaled by a sorcerous tendril of mutation through the midsection.

His body bubbled and mutated, Earl screaming throughout.

His whole body grew a mangy, black fur. His feet expanded and moulded into black hooves, his forehead exploded with mighty horns that curled around.

He was no longer human, he was a man turned beast. A Beastman.

Earl's eyes lit up with purple fire as he grasped his power flail and pistol.

Why is it....that it started with many vs many.......and now...its a damn lot vs 2?

Because we're the heros that the Imperium deserves, but not the one it needs right now... and so they'll hunt us... because we can take it... because we're not heros... we're a silent guardian, a watchful protector... a Dark Knight...

FM Ninja 048 wrote:Because we're the heros that the Imperium deserves, but not the one it needs right now... and so they'll hunt us... because we can take it... because we're not heros... we're a silent guardian, a watchful protector... a Dark Knight...

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