Okay folks, here we go! This is the Fluff I have written (thus far) for a Calaxis sector fluff campaign that has been run through
Http://Warsound.com for the last few months. The Campaign is coming to a close and the first apocalypse battle (of two, the 1st ended in a draw...
) has been fought.
This is the story, beginning with my 1st post of general army info and fluff, of the radical Ordos Mallaeus Inquisitor Lord Harkon Frep, the cadian 386th Urban Armored and the 13th Penal Legion. I'm sure I break the 13th's fluff but I haven't read their fluff so whatever. Deal with it.
Without further adux... The story begins.
Automatically Appended Next Post: Hanging in low orbit above settlement 228 was the 'Emperors Anvil'. It was a massive transport capable of holding legions of men or insurmountable levels of cargo, the latter of which it had been far more accustomed to in it's recent years as it now bore the name "Emperors Blind Eye'.
One of the largest rouge trader vessels in the unknown empire, the 'Emperors Blind Eye' was the ship of Marcious Kren. Kren was used to ferrying Inquisitor Frep from one side of known space to another and for that reason alone he was able to aquire the 'Emperors Anvil' after she was heavily damaged by Eldar Pirates nearly a century ago. Marcious was astounded by the inquisitors request to transport two enitre regiments of imperial guardsmen abord his vessel and even more so when the Inquisitor declared that he was going to war. But he could not defy the will of the inquisitor if he wanted to as to struggle against his will would surely lead to his ruin.
Marcious Kren frowned as he read the communicae from the surface. 'all resistance on settlement 228 has been subdued. The planetary governor has been executed for crimes against the Imperium. You are to ready the medicae facility for incoming wounded. The Emperor Protects. -Frep'
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Col. Schaffer bit down on his cigar untill it split in his mouth. He felt the bitter lho-weed erupt slowly over his gums and relished in the acidic flavor of the leaf as his mouth began to over salivate. As Schaffer walked down the corridor that led from Inquisitor Harkons chamber, he spat the soggy brown weed against a waste chute door residing aside the entrance of the common quarters of the 'Emperors Blind Eye'.
As the doors swung wide he was immediately assaulted by the odor of hundreds of penal legionares, dozens of lho-sticks and something that was currently passing for stew. He took in the sight of his men and smiled inwardly at the thought of how many less of them there were after their most recent assault. They were thinning out nicely.
The men immediately stood at attention as he entered the room and the pall of silence took over the cafeteria that had moments before been alive with talk of battles won and lost. The Col. stood in the entrance for many long moments recalling the sacking of the capitol city of whatever nameless world they had won. He was no stranger to command, yet, in the final hours of the battle He had all but lost control of his men. They became even more savage than he had ever seen a penal legion, under his command, become. Demo charges had been thrown into the capitol building against any plan of battle and what was present of the ruling class had been brutally murdered. The scribes, administratum prefects, couriers and slaves alike withing the capitol had been purged. Schaffer had even found himself voxing encouragement to his men in those final hours after they had disobeyed his orders of battle.
"A job well done, men. rest up. We are headed into another hot-zone very soon and I don't want to see any one of you worthless criminal pieces of skrag fething it up." Stated Schaffer as he turned and exited the hall.
He was beginning to loathe this inquisitor. He suspected this Harkon Frep had somthing to do with his mens actions but could not bring himself to believe that a single inquistior, psyker or no, could effect his entire regiment.
Something was going on though, that he was sure. Frep wasn't talking and Col. Schaffer would get to the bottom of it sooner than later.
Automatically Appended Next Post: Harkon Frep sat immobile at his desk. His expression revealing nothing of his emotions to the nervous Colonel who stood before him. Frep idly rapped his fingers upon an ornate copy of the Codex: Astartes as he considered his options. A veteran scholar of many campaigns, Frep had never fought against the space marine legions before. Apparently his comminique to the Mortifactors chapter master had not been relayed to whichever chapter now sought to hunt him down.
Fools, he thought, they have no idea what I am doing here. They have no place in this sector! The Ork fleet has been diverted from the warp and had landed accordingly and the chaos legions have taken the bait. Soon the rest of their hordes and legions will fill the galaxy and I will let the galaxy burn, damn those fool marines! Heretics one and all, who do not trust in his majesty the emperors divinity. Perhaps they are here in search of my lure as well. If they discover
"Inquisitor?" asked the Colonel nervously.
"Yes Colonel Artourous, continue." came the Inquisitors acidic response.
"The marines sir, as I said before, have been repelled. However our Astropaths have detected their presence in the warp and they seems to be launching a second attack."
"Let them come colonel, let them come. Take this. You should know what they are planning."
Frep tossed the Codex to the startled Artourous, who caught it neatly. The guardsmen's eyes nearly exploded from his skull as he realized what he was holding.
"Yes, Inquisitor Frep." He stated, as he exited the chamber leaving the Inquisitor to his devices.
The Inquisitor stood up and circled the room switching off the lights in sequence as he went. Soon the only illumination that remained was the glow of the starlight from his viewing window and he sat down before it. Almost immediately the inquisitor was in a state of auto-hypnosis and he allowed his mind to streatch through the stars and into the warp. The currents were stronger then usual but that was of no real concern to the Deamonhunter, who had braved far worse before. Soon he could feel it's presence, and then he could see it. The space marine battlecruiser was in the warp and nearing it's exit. He took a moment and found what he was looking for. Inquisitor Harkon Frep, Ancient and feared Daemonhunter and scourge oof tainted worlds, shot into the mind of the librarian like a bolt of hot lead. withing moments the librarian was on the ground screaming as his eyes began to bleed, "You shall know no fear." Came the unearthly voice into the librarians forethoughts. The voice was accompanied by only pain as it continued, "You know not why you fight, yet you do. You are without purpose and the emperor will punish you into the next realm. I am his voice. You are his servant. Your attack is destined to fail and you shall join those who serve him in his true cause very soon."
Harkon broke his connection. Smiling, He poured himself a drink.
Automatically Appended Next Post: The barren wastes of Mortressa were baking in the mid day sun. The hull of Captain Arkodor's Chimera transport was too hot to touch with bare flesh. The engine idled smoothly as the transport baked in the sun, it's driver staring nervously out of the viewing slit. Corporeal Jorgenson gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles as he watched the fiormation of space marine rhinos hurdling toward his position. They would be in close combat in less than one minute. Pvt. Multan sat beside him, at the weapon control panel and sighted in the leading rhino with his multilaser.
The Cadian 386th 4th armoured company was about to unleash hell.
Four rhinos had already been destroyed by basilisk fire as they advanced to the 4th's battle line. This would be their last stand against the marines. Vendetta gunships had proven air superiority over the marine thunder hawks and these marines were isolated here on the surface with no option left to them but this last assault. Tanks, transports and hundreds of Imperial Guardsmen lie dead in their path and their Rhino transports were scarred from a dozen other battles on this forsaken world. ahead of them was the formation of Colonel Artourous, leader of the 386th.
The earth shook as the first Leamen Russ battle tank opened fire, followed another shot that flew out across the valley. The Tracks blew out from beneath the marine razorback and it skidded sideways before tumbling side over side until it came to violent halt.
Multilaser fire began to pour from the turrets of the chimera as they raced forward to meet the rhinos.
Corporeal Jorgenson floored the gas pedal of his Chimera and the machine screamed to life, tearing huge clumps of the barren earth free as it launched forward into glorious battle against it's unlikely foes. Storm bolter rounds hammered against the vehicles armor plating as it accelerated, it's mechanical bretheren beside it spewing laser fire into the more lightly armored marine vehicles.
A space marine emerged from the top hatch of his rhino dead ahead of Jorgenson and leveled a rocket launcher towards the chimera.
Jorgenson wrenched the steering wheel to the left and furiously pumped the brakes initiating the vehicles controlled slide sideways towards the rhino, the marine rockit missing his vehicle by less than a foot.
Melta fire erupted from all three of the stern-side firing points of the chimera and like hot water poured onto a snowbank it ripped into the rhino and consumed its armor untill it found the fuel tanks. The force of the explosion tore the rhino from the inside out and it's space marine cargo was immolated instantly.
Acrossed the battlefield marine transports ere ripped apart by melta and laser-fire and the marines who emerged were torn asunder by the mighty Leamen Russ battle cannons.
Two squads of marines desperately tried to detonate a chimera with their grenades before they were trampled by the light tanks and upon a small hill Col. Artourus himself manned the Multilaser turret of his Chimera to devistating effect by picking off the straggling remnants of broken marine squads.
The storm troops rapidly exited the rear of Jorgensons Chimera and Captain Astador leveled his Hellgun at the remains of the totaled Marine razorback that had led the assault. The Marines withing were tearing their way through the wreckage of their transport with their powerfists.
"Fire." He calmly stated and his elite warriors responded by showering the struggling marines with hellfire rounds.
Two marines fell to the barrage as they tried to emerge from the wreck, but the other four came on through the gunfire, ignoring their wounds and began to fire back at the storm troopers. The bolter rounds blew apart captain astodors plasma-gunner and he called for his men to take cover as he head a signal over his personal vox.
The remaining marines were suddenly gone, lost in a torrential fireball lobbed by the Leamen Russ 'Van Dread'.
Jorgenson relaxed, the battle was over.
Automatically Appended Next Post: Freps footsteps echoed across the bridge of the 'Emperors' Blind Eye' as he paced it from end to end, the only other sounds were those of the labored breathing of the astropaths as they struggled to keep the ship at idle within the damned confines of the warp.
Someone had reached Scintilla before him. Another inquisitor had devised his plans. The Mortifactors had spoken out against him. His forces had been forced to kill knights of the emperor himself and Inquisitor Harkon Frep was in the midst of his moment of doubt. If not for the work of an informant within the Scintilla propaganda machine he would have no idea what would happen if he were to land on the planet and attempt to assume control. The Emperors blessing was still his.
How could no one understand that he was acting in the best interest of the Imperium? One sector, only one sector, was to be sacrificed! One lowly sector, regardless of it's location in respect to the throne of Terra, would be destroyed by his command and that sector would take with it six legions of Chaos Marines, four of the most dangerous Ork Waaghs know to the Imperium and four infiltrating forces of Tau! how the Tau had reached this deep into the Imperium of the Holy God-Emperor of mankind knew!
Harkon Frep continued to pace.
He was an Inquisitor of Ordos Malleus! He had served as a blood angel for 600 years! He had served ordo Xenos for so long that he almost forgot who he was and he had served the Ordo Malleus for so many centuries that he remembered anything aside as a glimpse of a nightmare he could never quite remember.
Ordos Hereticus. Ordos Hereticus was here waiting for him alongside his own order?! They would be damned!
"DAMNED IS THE EMPEROR!" He screamed, "WHY DOES HE TEST ME?!
IT SHOULD NOT BE THIS WAY"
The astropaths did not react. Inquisitor Harkon Frep of the Ordos Malleus stood alone on the bridge of the 'Emperors' Blind Eye', his thoughts idly wandering to a pact he had made long ago. . .
Automatically Appended Next Post: The Campaign had gone on for too long, thought Harkon. Far too long. He had shed the blood of the Astartes, the Odros Mallaeus, The Ordos Hereticus. Harkon Frep had shed the blood of those he would willingly give his life for in normal circumstance.
He wept. He wept for his fallen brothers. He wept for The Adeptus Astartes who he had once been a part of. Harkon remembered Lucius, his brother in arms, who had been such a shining example of martial perfection... before he had fallen to chaos.
'Is this how it begins?' he wondered. 'No, I am righteous in this crusade.'
'Is this a test?' He wondered. "Yes, as the Emperor tested me in his own lifetime.'
And yet It now made little difference to Harkon Frep, Inquisitor, of the Ordos Mallaeus.
No matter the consequence and no matter the cost, no matter the aligience he must make he would prevail. This system was damned. It was no longer a place that sought the Emperors guidance. It was no longer a place that sought the Emperors blessing. It was a blight upon the Imperium. A blight upon the Imperium that would be cleansed. A page from history that would end suddenly and without explanation.
Automatically Appended Next Post: "Rejoice, For thou art true!"
"Rejoice," Replied Harkon Frep. "Have you what we have agreed upon?"
"Yes Lord Frep, we have." Replied the androginous figure, "Thirty
raw Psykers as you requested."
"Good, Bring them fourth."
The figure gestured to one of it's guards, and after a brief comminique via vox, one of the steel doors of the underground complex slid open. out came several humans in haggard condition. Some of them had their mouths sewn shut and others their eyes gouged out. Still more of the men had other similar physical restraints placed upon them and harkon could not help but feel piety for those, less fortunate Psykers, who never had the chance to manifest their gift over time.
"You, and your order, have done well."
"And you, Harkon Frep, are in agreement to allow our
operation to continue here on scintilla for another hundred years, free of persicution?"
"No." was the last word the Slanesshi cultist ever heard.
Lasgun, bolter and stormbolter fire opened up upon the gathered cultists and the shrouding of the Ordos Mallaeus was gone. In the briefest of instants they were no more.
"Brother Captain Blacksmoor, make sure these wretches make it to the shuttle safely."
"Aye, Grand master." Replied the Ordos Mallaeus Terminator Captain.
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Automatically Appended Next Post: Schaffer conitnues down corridor 1637b. This section of the ship had been heavily shelled and abandoned long before the campaign began and he had to wear a void suit just be be here. his body floated lazily down the path and Schaffer was careful to stay away from the openings that would send him into the void, never to return, and wondered what frep had been doing when he had gone out here.
'What madness is it for that damned ancient buerocrat to be mucking about out here?'
+++What madness is it to have followed me?+++ came the reply into Schaffers mind.
In that moment Schaffer knew his life was probably forefit. There was something inhuman about Frep. some cold and alien way of being. Schaffers men had told him that a Daemon straight from the warp had fought alongside their forces in the first battle for Scintilla and Col. Schaffer had believed them.
'Look where this has led me, frep, I'm actually chasing you through space and for the first time I realize that I have no Idea why.' Thought the Col.
+++Of course you don't Col., I have led you here. And now I'll tell you why+++
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Automatically Appended Next Post: They were screaming. Bloody fluids poured from the faces of the psykers like waterfalls of molasses, dribbling on their clothing and congealing on the floor around them. They sat in a half-circle on the floor of munitions hold 22 and faced towards the great nothing they had torn in the room before them.
Frep Steeled himself as he watched the Munitorium 1/2 track lead it's cargo towards the gap in reality. Glancing to the assembled astropathic chorus beside him, he smiled. Everything was going perfectly.
The track hit the gap and it's payload followed it instantly into the warp. The portal snapped shut and a ripple of psychic backlash flattened the psykers that had summoned it. They were instantly pulped.
Frep felt the blast shield that separated him from the portal shudder and the air in the room instantly picked up a static charge.
Merely seconds had ticked by before the first astropath fell to the floor. He was dead before he hit, a comissars bullet splattering his head across the other astropaths. they didn't notice.
over the next 5 minuted the astropaths either walked away from the circle or were shot by the grim faced members of the commissariat.
Inquisitor Harkon Frep, Ordos Mallaeus Inquisitor lord, sat in his comfortable chair and smiled as he read the astropathic communications as the came in. One world. Now two. Three. Four.
Frep laughed and it was a dry and horrible sound. Every missle had met its target. Every world ending missle had done it's job. The orks who had threatened scintilla were no more, their every world stripped of all life in a matter of hours. Soon all of them would be dead, thought frep.
He stood and adressed his assembled officers. "The Ordos have unanimously approved our actions here and our first launch has been a success. The Chaos legions my acolytes have led here will soon be no more. The Greenskin Waagh! that the astropaths have guided here will all be gone and the traitorous marines who have tried to stop us will be dead. The corruption of the Calaxis sector will end and we can get on with our buisness."
"Contact Forgefather Pariaus on the lathes, tell him that we need our next shipment."
Automatically Appended Next Post: The front facing of the wall exploded, vaporizing the view screen and communications system that Frep had been operating in a singular moment of blindness and pain. The battle for Calaxis was well underway.
Above, a formation of Vendetta gunships had rained ionized death upon the enemy's front lines, vaporizing heavy transport vehicles and and troops alike, until they were blown apart by a wing of Eldar grav-tanks. It didn't matter, they were expendable. All of these troops were expendable, all the forces of the inquisition had to do was hold out long enough for the psykers to do their job and Frep could leave this blasted sector never to return.
The Inquisitor awoke amidst the remains of his personal land raider. He tried to remember where he was as he stared into the lifeless face of psyker Omnarious. Gunfire was going off all around him and he shoved the corpse away and rose to his full height to view the scope of the battle. Colonel Artourus was leading a charge of his veterans alongside a pack of Chaos Traitors into a Marine Dreadnaught. 'Good', thought Frep, "They are still deceived'. Frep had managed to maintain his illusion to the guardsmen even while unconscious.
His mind began to hurt, a powerful psychic was trying to enact some magik or another on the battlefield, and it's purity was almost incomprehensible to Frep.
"Yriel..." He breathed.
"You... shall... NOT!!!'
With an explosive force of will Inquisitor Lord Harkon Frep forced his mind into the consciousness of the Eldar prince. Milliseconds streached into eternity as their un-eyes met once more. Frep vomited psychic energy into Yriel's thoughts and forced the concentration of the Eldar prince to end violently, his own mind becoming lacerating within the daemonic forces of the warp. Across the battlefield the Eldar leadership was cut down by the heavy firepower of traitor marines.
Frep clung to consciousness, barely, as he scanned the channels of vox traffic.
"Tyrranids?" frep gasped as he looked to his surviving mystic.
"Yes, My lord. They seemed to have clung to the same beacon that brought the Ork Rocks into the sector." Replied the withered and ancient Psyker.
Frep laughed aloud, "Three for the price of two is what we have caught ourselves now, my old friend!! The Ordos Xenos will be happy to hear about this!"
The Psyker laughed, dryly.
"All forces, fall back to the inner defensive line! There we will stand and fight untill our foe is no more!" Frep shouted into the Imperial guards command channel. Frep surveyed the field once more before a chimera stopped to retrieve him.
The chimera sped off, las-fire pouring from it's rear as they sped towards the inner city.
