First attempt at this, but this game felt so cinematic that it deserved one. It looks like trhe guard player brought toys to fight nids, and wound up playing me. Hard to get much different than swarm nids vs mech
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A psychic whisper crept into Sergius’ mind.
We draw near the stolen plans. Tell your men to be ready to engage.
“Yes mi’lord’ he whispered, knowing full well that the monstrous daemon prince could easily hear him, despite the fact that he was a dozen feet away, outside the idling Rhino. He whispered the stand ready code into his helmet mike. Mordakai grinned at the upcoming destruction and flexed his wings. Time to show these mortals the power of the chaos gods…
Using the cover of the rising sun, Sergius’ rhino charged through the barn doors of their occupied ruin, making a series of quick turns to maneuver it behind a storage shed. Spotlights swung toward the source of the noise and saw the barn doors banging against the wall. Rhino C Charged through the now dark street to occupy a nearby alley, and the light flicked back. The prince took flight seeing a lone Hell-Hound approach, its pintle spotlight frantically pointed at the ruins the rhinos had just occupied. Predictable fools… the Prince thought as he flapped over the beams of revealing light, taking joy in the mounted guardsmen’s rising panic. He sent a short psychic burst code to a waiting sorcerer above, on the skulking Thunder Hawk.
Four electrical bolts erupted from within the ruined buildings nearby, leaving abhorrent obliterators in their place. One was unfortunate enough to have half of one arm pierced by a rockcrete pillar. With what could be described only as a sickening twist, the trapped arm shifted and flowed, reforming free and intact. Further away, the daemon prince could see similar bolts arrive near the loyalists heavy weapon batteries. There three terminators stood, combimelta’s at the ready, releasing a salvo of blindingly white hot beams. While one burned true, the others failed shortly after a brief sputter.
“Those incompetent fools!” the daemon prince snarled to himself.
“Let them pray for death in battle, for they will not survive my wrath!” The one functioning beam struck something vital, and the cannon of one the artillery was sent soaring off, forever silencing one of the guard’s weapons. A pack of pearly white armored humans lit up the already brightening dawn, soaring on jet packs to dispatch this new foe.
The obliterators took careful aim, first using precision melta beams to remove to turret from the scouting hellhound. As the molten metal dripped onto the drive crew, the prince had only seconds to bask in their pained screams before one lasbolt lanced into each the twin fuel tanks, showering the nearby buildings in burning promethium and shrapnel. Defiled predator ‘Reaper’ rattled off heavy bolter shots through a thin ruined wall at the seraphim racing towards the painfully exposed terminators. One was caught in the shoulder and dug her own grave upon impact. An Imperial chimera peeled around the corner of another of the ruins, disgorging a squad of ogryns face to face with the prince. With a bark of laughter, the prince spread his arms and wings wide, baring his disgusting chest to the brutes.
They needed no invitation. The barrage lasted a full minute as the ogryns madly fired into the monstrosity before them. As the clicks of the empty weapons echoed in the silence following their volley, the prince brushed those pieces of crude metal that had lodged in his ceramite breastplate away and grinned an unholy grin. With a mighty flap of his wings, he soared into the air, leaving the dim-witted ogryns fumbling with reloading their weapons.
The sisters fared better, singing a chant that built to a crescendo as they approaching the stoic terminators. Their powerful chant ended in a single syllable as they landed within weapon range, and the prince winced as he felt a force from the warp flow through those individuals. Their twin hand flamers burned blue and bolt pistols tore through the layers of reinforced plasteel like paper. The flamers continued their inferno long after the three forms had stopped moving, leaving a grotesque statue of glass marking their unfortunate encounter with the Sisters of Battle Seraphim. Two of the obliterators noticed the spectacle and took aim, releasing twin gouts of superheated plasma. The sisters reacted to the incoming bolts far too late to enact their prayer to the false emperor, and the blasts reaped a mighty toll, leaving only one left capable of using her jetpack to flee from the carnage.
Rhino B burst through another wall of the ruin, scattering rubble into the street. The top hatches flipped open, and two plague marines leveled their meltaguns at the chimera, disabling both the multilaser and the drive chain. A lasbolt from the other obliterators splashed against the front port, stunning the crew even further. The ogryns spun around, confused by the appearance of the rhino and the disappearance of the giant demon. The prince meant to remind them though. With a word that couldn’t be uttered by mortals, the prince tore into the warp, seeing just slightly into the future. With a terrible roar, he landed amongst the ogryns, killing one with the sheer weight of his impact. He knocked their leader aside, and struck another back as he leapt in to swing his club-like weapon. The two behind him clubbed relentlessly, their significant strength doing them no good versus the prince of Nurgle.
The fleeing sister saw her chance for redemption and threw a grenade under the oncoming rhino A, blowing parts of tread everywhere. The single remaining siege weapon launched a shot at the predator, doing nothing more than making the crew’s ears ring. The ogryns continued their neigh useless offence as the prince roared in glee, battering them away to watch them stand up and come back for more.
The plague marines leapt from their now useless transport, unholstering pistols and revving up chainswords. With a point of his powered fist, the champion charged with his fellow devotees of nurgle into the squad of brutish ogryns. The gunners from rhino B adjusted their fire, sending another imperial vehicle up in a spectacular fireball. The obliterators, lacking better sport, took careful aim and pierced the brave but foolhardy sister with a lascannon beam, leaving an eight inch hole carved through her chest. Rhino C nosed around a corner, and the plague marine’s meltas made short work of the other Griffon. The ogryn leader circled around the prince, the blood of his fellows leaving the ground slick. With a guttural snarl, he charged the creature of the warp. His snarl was cut short as the prince summoned an immaterial sword from the air. Far too late for anything more than ineffectual backpedaling, the two meter sword plunged through his chest, lefting him far from the ground. As his eyes dimmed, the last thing he saw was Sergious and his squad hacking the remnants of his squad to pieces.
“That looks like the last of them, lord,” said Sergious.
“Move on to the plans then. We can’t let word of the upcoming assault make it back to the rest of the humans,” said the demon prince, taking to the air once more. As he soared above the battle field, he saw two imperial valkyries screaming towards their location. Damn. More inconveniences. Just as he was beginning to warn squad C, the valks lowered ropes, and down rappelled a full score of guardsmen, bristling with firepower. The prince gave a sort of mental resigned shrug.
Let them test their faith in Father Nurgle.
The closer of the two teams launched a barrage at point blank range, detonating the feeble rhino. The shrapnel scythed through the too-near guard, cutting three down where they stood. The marines, seemingly unharmed, began to stand up from amidst the wreckage just in time to hear barked orders from the other squad. Gouts of flame and bolts of lasfire streaked toward the smoking rhino ruins. Mordakai could hear the human's pathetic cries as they saw that their torrent of fire hadn’t left one plague marine lying dead.
Such is the power of Nurgle!
Combined fire from the obliterators and predator saw the valkyries burst into flames, leaving the now dismounted guards men helpless. With savage grins, the plague marines set about dismembering the few scurrying guardsmen. Mordakai Stalked to the downed chimera and ripped the rear door from its hinges. A few guttural autofire barks gave him pause and he paced to the side of the wreckage. He sniffed the air, gaining more insight than just smell, and speared the chimera clean through. The human inside barely had time to gasp, as warp flames coursed around the sword that had split him nearly in two, and he breathed his last.
Mordakai grabbed the data package, crushing it in the palm of one hand.
Leave the bodies. There will be plenty of time for trophies later this day.
***fin***
