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OOC:

"Rygar, for now, simply find a position from where you can see but remain unseen. Prefferably in a position to block off a large route in for anything other than a fully Armoured assault, like a main street. Take your pic, there's plenty of them."
Sandman considered for a moment.
"Once this battle starts properly, if you need an extra gun or two, Ill send backup as you need it, so be bld with your Placement"

OOC: Then the Damnation is a strike cruiser? Never fought in the heresy and can't stand up to the majority of Imperial ships one to one.

IC:

Cato stood at the very top of the hive tower, the two standards of the tattered sons that had been erected by the serfs flapping gently in the breeze. The shuttle that had ferried him from the moon was landing down in the central square right at the entrance to the spire. It disgorged the Night lord Raptors that had entreated him for transport.

He smiled gently as he watched the defenses take shape, multi laser and bolter nests sticking out from various baclonies up the hive. They were not much, but they could cover all the entrances that needed to be covered.

Tapping his voxbead, at the side of his head, he contacted the plauge marine once more.

"Venerable Brother of the Deathguard, I have sent you the coordinates of the Pirmary hive. If you would bring yourself and followers here, I'd very much like your tactical knowledge by my side"

Kain dismounted from the Thunderhawk, nodding to Rygar as he came across the countless Chaos cultists and renegades that had set up camp around the still smoking Hive city. He quickly moved towards the main entrance, where a small group of heavily mismatched tanks stood guard.

His answer to his orders were silence as communications ceased. If he needed reinforcements they seemed to be somehow readily available.. Being a nightlord  didn't buy Rygar's trust or loyalty but it afforded Sandman Rygar's patience. Patience being a rare commodity amongst the war bands.
 
Rygar turned to meet the sight of his men lumbering to their feet ready to take point at their Sergeants order. Rygar makes a quick sweep of the surrounding area then points to one of the buildings over looking The main road. "Jorgan take flight.." his 2nd in command did as he was told.
Small ruinous buildings harboring assorted renegades stood between the main street and the destination. It put enough distance from all directions.. A decent spot to start things anyway.
The thundehawk landed behind the building, it's door screeching open.
"Why here?" the former Havoc of Sandman spoke.
the others angered by his questioning of their sergeant, one of them giving comment "Too close for your comfort? Are you not-"
"enough" Rygar said firmly. The marine stopped his words following his superiors command. 
Rygar walked to the rear of the Thunderhawk readying to disembark.
"this building has vantage point encompassing near total 360* view while still giving substantial cover.. If you use your eyes you will notice compared to most building surrounding us it has been previously reinforced giving us stronger foundation to stand upon and more ample time for falling back and relocating if this spot is lost." he hated explaining himself, how dare he question his order? 
"move out" 
The marines moved with surprising speed, their trigger fingers itching to pull and unleash gore into the streets. The last two to leave the Thunderhawk were Trofan the mute and Tolbac who had placed his helmet on for the first time. Rygar reached forward grabbing Tolbac by his collar smashing the Brass colored horns of his helmet into Tolbac's helm. "don't ever question me" a brief grunt as Tolbac gave a slight stumble. "yes sir" Trofan gave a salute to indicate his understanding.
 "go then" Rygar let loose his grip and they joined the others.. He was beginning to like the mute more than the one with the functioning tongue. 

"Jorgan, keep the Thunderhawk at the ready.. Depending on the situation we might need swift evac or additional fire power.. Either way be prepared" Jorgan let loose a chuckle, perhaps over what transpired between him and the new recruit "yes Sergeant" 

Rygar jumped from the back of the Thunderhawk, his heavy bolter now at ease.. As always.. The calm before the storm. He had two men with missile launchers, 2 with auto-cannons and Then his last man and himself with heavy bolters.  The first sight before him that of cultists and renegade guardsmen keeping their distance from the sudden appearance of a heavily armed squad of Cobalt blue clad Demi gods. 
"our position will hold midway up the building.. Keep to the shadows and hold fire until ordered.." the heavily armored men march threw one of the holes blown threw the back of the building, once entering the sight of more cultist come across Rygars visor. With a mad grunt he steps forward addressing the humans 
"leave." the hesitation of the humans before him met with the swing of his heavy bolter. The impact great as it utterly crushed two cultist and showered the rest with a spray of blood. The fear of further wraith caused whatever awe or curiosity to turn into utter horror as they grabbed at their belongings and ran with much haste.

Rygar knew that if the building Became a rallying point for cultist it would become a target all the sooner.. Better they flood the surrounding areas than here. Without any pause Rygar marched upward until reaching half way up the building.. Enough walls were missing to allow for more precise firing but much of the structure could still be used as cover, sheets of reinforced metals covered portions of the floor and support beams.. Whoever this spot belonged to before didn't matter, as of now it was Rygars. He walked to the back of the building, a wall was missing where the Thunderhawk was visible. 
"take positions" 
They took positions placing just enough distance between each other as they started to immerse with the dark shadows that surrounded them under cover.

Rygars heavy bolter reveled in the blood that covered it's underside.

 (OOC: hope that made sense. I'm writing rather fast during my break. Now all I need are guard guys to shoot)

Deliphas stud next to the ancient warrior looking over the land it was cracked and scared all around this place would soon flow with blood. The ancient marine stud there silent just watching, The raptors behind Deliphas stud there resistless checking their weapons or muttering to each-other.
"So what is the plan? Shoot them out of the sky then finish the survivors? Oh also when can I meet your little friend?" The Raptor chuckled closely followed by his warriors laughing. The Old man turned his helm still on but Deliphas knew that he was not happy.
"Leave us!" Deliphas growled to his warriors. Each one walked away leaving the two warriors along.
"All jokes aside what shall we do?"

What Deliphas did not expect was for Cato to strike him. The fist the older warrior slammed into his helmed face sent sparks flying from the ceramite, scraping paint from the white fist of the fractured son. As the Raptor fell, Cato turned back to look up at the sky, a comms message playing through his helmet. Flak batteries were being set up by cultists all over the city, heavy laser positions and ambush positions. The imperials would bring their tanks into the city, and they would know great pain. Many of the cultists were carrying improvised high explosive or anti-tank charges, others with light RPG's and grenade pouches, packed with every sort of ordanance they could get their hands on.

Turning back to the Raptor, he spoke.
"You will not speak of The Lady in such a manner again. Now stand and look out over this world with me."
He turned as he heard the other warrior clatter up, his hand resting on the hilt of his knife.
"Out there, the imperials will land. We have too few men to strike them everywhere, your raptors will be invaluable for fast attack. They will bring air power at the city, I have enough anti-air to keep them pinned down and the outer walls are strong enough" He said all of this while tapping at a data slate he had been given earlier, eyes scanning reams of information. "A techpreist of the Dark Mechanicus is working as we speak to reboot the cities Void Shield projectors, but when the Thorns attacked, they smashed it up pretty badly. What I need you and your raptors to do is ready yourselves, ambush the imperial dogs as they enter the city, for this is where we will have to make a stand. Melta charges and flamers would be in order, don't you think?"

The raptor removed his helmet his lip bleeding from the hit, just another scar to add to the rest a cool breeze flowed through the air, it had been a long time since somebody had been in his precision.
"We can strike their forces when they land causing panic. Then if they breach the walls we can strike them from them spires and alleys but replace Melta charges with Krak grenades to spread shrapnel and panic then we strike slowly thin their ranks down." The Raptor said pointing to different areas of the city.
"What makes that Human Female so special to you if you don't ind me asking......brother." Deliphas asked as he placed his helmet back on.

Kain activated his vox-comm, tired of wandering about the hives main gates while the rabble of cultists and rouge guard set up poor defensive position. He tuned into the channel of Cato;

"Brother, I seek advice on where the most ample position may be found?"

"Krak grenades do not spread much shrapnel, however they can be used to disable tanks. Frag grenades are better for that. Even then, I plan to collapse parts of this city to block their path and kill their soldiers" Cracking his knuckles slowly, Cato squatted to look over the city at a lower level.

"This city will become a killing field for the loyalists. We'll kill as many as we can before we give them any ground whatsoever. I expect to see your raptors targeting their super heavy units"

He drew his bolter and placed it on the ground, then removed his helmet. "As to why I care for 'That human', its because I owe her my life"

It was then that his vox crackled with the message from Kain.

"Brother, I do require someone to defend the primary reactor, it is going to be the only thing that will be powering our defenses, including the blasted void shield if we can get it up" He spoke quickly, a cultist running up to him carrying more status reports from across the city.

"You'll find human soldiers there, take comand, fortify and hold that position at all costs, if the reactor fails, then we'll have a hard fight when the imperial soldiers get within the walls, rather than an impossible one"

"Understood."

Kain made his way through the Hive, observing the massive structures many power cores and energy banks as he made his way to the void shield generator. The structure was massive and pulsed with purple light as the Dark Mechanicus worked tirelessly on the structure. Around it's podium, several troopers had set up makeshift barricades and brought up Heavy Bolters and Auto-cannons. He doubted their ammunition would be in great supply, but realised that after going through the rest of the hives defences, nor would the Imperials. He quickly located the leading officer, who saluted Kain as he approached;

"Gunnery sergeant Riker sir, reporting for duty."

Kain looked down on the small man;

"Your duty is to defend this position. Conserve your ammunition, and keep behind cover and you might survive."

OOC: Sorry for my absence this weekend, I was out of town and my cell was dead for most of it, I will also be out of town from Tuesday about 11:30 pm EST to about Monday some time (not sure when I'm getting back).

IC:

Kal'urek left the Mechanicum's chambers, his chassis was ready for combat, and everything was running optimally. The large dreadnought directed several human slaves that were running around, helping him get his equipment ready and in place. He eyed the ammo that he saw the cultist tinkering with, the extra explosive capabilities didn't sit well with the Iron Warrior, and he would have to be careful with such munitions.

"Hey, I am still looking for a position you need me in here..."

Achiaros stepped out of the lander, Strapping on both Bolter and scythe. He waited patiently how another vox message.

OOC: Was also out of town for the weekend, back regularly now.

"Brother Achairos, good to hear from you. I need you to defend the primary armoury, underneath it is the cogitator bank that controls all of our modular defenses. There is a large supply of ammunition there too. I had cultists gather as much as they could. What Chimera and truck transport we have that isn't already assigned to forces throughout the city is there. If you would be so kind, your command of the supplies and defenses in that area would be appreciated. It is of vital importance that our forces continue to be supplied. I know that it will be a prime target for Imperial guard thrusts."

He paused, throwing aside a dataslate that was reaming off numbers concerning how much heavy ordonance was available. "We have a battery of three Earthshakers nearby, I need a trustworthy and battle hardened warrior to command where they strike. You are that Warrior, Achairos. Do not fail me, or your brothers, our rewards for victory will be great"

Cutting off the vox link, Cato began walking back into the central spire, a group of Serfs, cowled and robed, following him. They were all former adminidstratum personnel, carrying heavy mobile cogitators and stacks of data slates that continued to spew out various information that was vital to a commander.

"Master" One of them said, lifting off his hood to look up at the space marine. "A dreadnought of the Iron Warriors is in the city..." He held out a small scrap of paper, various bits and bobs of information scrawled across it in red ink.

"Brother Kal'urek..." Cato muttered, then reached up to tap his vox link once more, connecting to the dreadnought.

"Venerable brother dreadnought, are you willing to converse with me?"

The dreadnought paused in his duties, as he prepared his defensible situation. "I am, what is it you wish to speak with me about?"

The dreadnought internalized his vox and set it to converse with Cato on a private channel as he went about his preparations, he started to place girders that were strewn about from the damage of the building to reinforce his position, using the power weapon on his left fist to melt the girders to the concrete building. Content, but not happy with his work, Kal'urek waited for Cato to reply.

(OOC: curious if anyone has dropped out of the rp.)

OOC: I haven't. It's probably better to ask who's still in, they're more likely to respond.

BIC: Gray and the other cultists scurried around the great lump of metal that was, for now, their leader. Soon the killing would commence, and it would be an honor to see such a great killer at work.

OOC: I'm still in, though I will be absent from tomorrow around 5AM your time, till Monday. my final post will probably contain some level of what Kal'urek will do in my absence. If the fighting starts, don't be afraid to RP his movements and actions, just don't get him killed

Also I'm gonna hold off on an IC post until I hear back from Cato

OOC: If you're going to be unable to post, shall we control your character for you? We won't make any drastic decisions if we can help it.

 p_gray99 wrote:
OOC: If you're going to be unable to post, shall we control your character for you? We won't make any drastic decisions if we can help it.

Certainly, you and your cultists are nearby, so I have no problem if you control Kal'urek for me. He most likely would attempt to protect the cultists as best as he could. While that sounds a little, "loyalist dog" for a Chaos Dreadnought, Kal'urek hasn't been much corrupted by Chaos, and is still very much in the "Emperor doesn't know what is best for Humanity, and neither do those four beings from beyond the material realm." He will certainly not mourn the loss if a cultist or two die and it certainly won't weigh heavy on his conscious, he realizes that this is a "losing effort" from the get go, and the best chance they have is to get as many people off the planet as possible.

Just to... ya know, give you all a peek into how I'm looking to play Kal'urek. I know we're chaos marines, but I can't just pull myself fulling into the psycopathic mind of a "true" chaos marine.

The Chaos Codex does say that the path of Chaos is for good or worse in terms of morality.

 blood reaper wrote:
The Chaos Codex does say that the path of Chaos is for good or worse in terms of morality.

Say wha?

Rygar stood in wait with his men as the streets below seemed to burst with activity and human anxiety. sights of weapons being moved from point to point and odd contingents of men moving and shifting threw the city scape could be seen from their perch. 
Even the iron Warrior Kain's movements deeper into the Hive briefly crossed Rygars field of vision. This spot was more fortified that it seemed and was an adequate spot to start their offensive.. Hide, hit hard, then when position looked to be compromised move and repeat. He preferred mid range but was more than willing to let the chainsword he liberated from a Imperial Fist sing woe across the flesh of loyalist. 

Jorgan was ordered over Vox to relay their position and basic intention to the Luna Wolf who had taken charge of most of the land forces. Many times as hired guns had they fallen under friendly fire and bombardment.. History would take care not to repeat itself. 

 Alfndrate wrote:

 blood reaper wrote:
The Chaos Codex does say that the path of Chaos is for good or worse in terms of morality.

Say wha?

Chaos marines don't always have to be bad guys effectively.

The lighter touched down near the artillery emplacement in the city. Achiaros stepped out and directed his pilot to land on a nearby tower, in the case that he needed to get out quickly, or the autocannon could prove useful when Imperial aircraft struck, as they were sure to do. There was a group of cultists, probably thirty or forty men, although they looked as though they had once been guard or PDF, as they stood in ranks, with at least a fair amount of discipline. These soldiers were obviously here because they needed someone decent to guard the guns. He addressed what looked to be a minor officer standing at the head of the group.

"Bring me your commanding officer and your artillery commander as well, and hurry."

The man looked confused, but a massive man in ceramite, reaching near eight feet tall was not something to be easily ignored. As he strode off, Achiaros addressed the men.

"You are all under my command now, this hive will soon be assaulted by the Imperial forces, and we are responsible to provide covering fire and support to our Batt-" He quickly cut off, "..Brothers in arms."

"Our responsibility is to defend these guns, set up and emplacement around it, and bring up supplies, fuel, ammunition, food and water, we may be here a while."

Many of the man scattered off in different directions, the few that stood remaining stared at the giant, probably never having seen an Astartes before. Archiaros began to prepare his position for the impending battle.

OOC: I am still here!

OOC: When will the Imperials attack? We need some action!

 blood reaper wrote:
OOC: When will the Imperials attack? We need some action!

Seconded, I've been sitting in space waiting for something to happen.

OOC: Blap, just say the Imperials have arrived, we'll do the rest!

"Venerable dreadnought, I require you to lead a mobile force, moving to defend points of the city that require it. Perhaps take some cultists in a flatbed, or one of our few APC's. You will need to move moderatley quickly, being the most powerful anti-tank warrior we have"

He was inside the main hive now, his adminiadstrator Serfs sat on the ground around him as he looked over the ranks of serfs armed with any heavily modified autoguns. They snapped a salute, a quick fist to the chest, then a sharp turn to the door he was sending them out of. Their duty was to defend the central spire at all costs. They would do it, several cults had been brought together to supplement them.

OOC: Im still here, just waiting on Imperials...

Just give the word Blap, get this thing off the ground

OOC: anyone second the idea of an OOC/Discussion thread, so we can talk without interfering with the RP?