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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.