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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?

I vote for a proper intro story.

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!"

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!?!"

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.

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.

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.

"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...

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.

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

"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

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

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.

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 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...

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.

Guys! Don't break character!

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.

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.

"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...

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."

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?

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.

wtf? doulbe post.

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

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

(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.

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

The survivors looked out of the small buildings that made up their makeshift war camp. In the distance, Gerard Mcthruster (chapter master of the angels enthrusting) could see an enemy cruiser on top of the sea. To his left, he could see drop pods crashing down near thrusty mountain. He walked around the camp making sure the apothcaries tended to the wounded, while the techmarines worked on the equipment. Stepping into the Eldar portion of the camp, he walked into Munch's command tent.
"Sir, Coc0's forces have landed near the mountain. They are currently gathering forces along with Gregersen's troops. What should we do now?"
(OOC-No really. I've used my creativity up. What should I do now?)