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bloody double post, grrr

The great ironclad Cargo Bay doors of The Sword of The Emperor shut with a dull clang and an irritated hiss of escaping steam and pressurised air. The cacophony was joined by the excited shouting of men, calling to each other to get into formation, to draw targets on the vessel which had just entered, and to watch those corners. The men were Kasrkin: the literal best of the best. They were warriors born and raised on Cadia, a world were constant battle was the norm and the weak and undisciplined were weeded out early. Out of this planet of warriors came the Kasrkin, who were head and shoulders above even the finest human warriors bar the God-like Astartes. Ten of these individuals could infiltrate and enemy stronghold and decimate an unsuspecting foe without hassle or pre-amble. There were fifty of these men now in the Cargo Bay, some in open sight, others hunkered down behind crates and loading equipment, and all of them had their weapons pointing at the angular Starship in the centre of the bay.

The ship had docked with the mighty Sword of The Emperor several minutes beforehand, and it was a sight unlike anything the assembled warriors had encountered before. It was sleek and angular like an arrowhead, bisected down its middle by a shallow irregular pyramid. It had broad, thing wings that started at its frontal tip and swept backwards to it cleverly concealed engines. Every part of the ship, every surface, every join was angled and had a matte black sheen. Several of the snipers in the upper gantry could see sophisticated circuitry and joins through their advanced scopes. The ship appeared to bear no weapons, no visible cockpit but the danger and threat of violence that emanated from it was palpable. There was but one mark of identification on the ship, and that was a small mark of flowing golden text on its right hand side. It read Aura Glorias II and was stamped over a stylised I. Many of the Kasrkin looked uneasily from the ship to their commander and from him back to the black vessel. But their leader was impassive, a simply grinned wryly, moving the pungent cigar he always seemed to be chewing from one side of his mouth to the other.

The Assembled warriors did not flinch when steam erupted from the front of the vessel. No stray rounds were fired as the front of the black ship opened wide to reveal a faint green haze. No panic set as a long docking stair descended jerkily from the ships interior to bang loudly on the docking bay floor. But there was a collective sense of shock and awe at the figures who descended to greet the assembled throng.

At the head of the group came a giant in ocean-grey armour. He stood easily several heads above the Kasrkin, and his face was deeply lined and noble, but seemed to bear the weight of much harshness and suffering. Several flowing pennants and tribute papers flowed over his army, and a stark white heraldry shield emblazoned with a red and black star sat proudly on his armoured shoulder. In one of his hands he held a massive polearm topped with a wicked blade, and in the other he carried a heavy and ancient looking tome. The tome was chained to his wrist, and bore several scrapes and dents.

Behind the grey giant came a smaller, slighter but by no means less enigmatic figure. Incredibly tall and thin, but with a somewhat shapely female form, she walked with a peculiar elegant gait that suggested she wasn’t touching the ground at all. She was swathed in deep robes of the brightest red, and most of her face was obscured by a deep heavy hood. Long straight hair hung from the hood, and the lower portion of her face revealed pale skin with a hint of hidden circuitry and augmetics beneath. Her hands appeared to be constructed from pale glass, and moved with an almost ethereal grace. In her right hand, she bore a single golden cog, which reflected the light of the cargo bay into an almost holy aura.

The procession of strangers was completed by three individuals who walked in close formation. The first of them was a seemingly old gentleman, whose unsmiling face spoke of hardship and trauma. He was bald, and walked with the aid of a vast Iron Staff. His legs moved in a slight jerkish motion, and the sound of machinery could be discerned with every step. His cold, dark eyes scanned the room, showing no fear at the collected guns arrayed before him. His companion was a tall thin young man, swathed in a long leather coat. Beneath this could be seen the gleam of carapace armour and at his side was a finely-crafted chainsword. His long hair was swept back in an elegant ponytail, and his pale eyes suggested hidden power and wisdom.

The final individual (if indeed it could be described as so) was a peculiar metallic construct, shaped roughly like an gigantic egg with the narrowest part at its front. It hovered several inches above the ground, and its matte form was covered in the same intricate script that its parent vessel was coated in. Two speakers were built into the front of the contraption, and it kept next to its two companions with an eerie grace. The procession halted in front of the Kasrkin’s commander and came to attention before him. The Grey Giant was the first to speak: “Do we have the pleasure of addressing The Honourable Lord Ursarkar Creed?”

The commander grinned warmly around his cigar, and drew himself into a respectful salute. “You do indeed. Loyal Servant of the Emperor and Defender of the true Imperium of Man…and might I enquire to your identities”

The Grey Giant bowed his head and smiled warmly:

“I am Brother-Captain Sturmmgad of the Emperor’s most Holy Grey Knights; I am a friend and ally to all who truly serve the Emperor of Mankind. I bring an offering of friendship in these dark harsh times”

The Astartes unfastened the mighty tome from his wrist and laid it on the deck before Lord Creed. He look the Lord Castellan directly in the eye, and both could see the mirrored view of a respectful ally. The Astartes gestured to the lady in red robes.

“My companion here is Aurora Istavael, the recently elected Fabricator-General of the Mechanicum of Mars.”

The Adept bowed shallowly and placed the golden cog alongside the book. Creed bowed with deep respect to the Fabricator-General, a warm and thankful smile on his harsh features. The Astartes continued:


“And these three individuals are…”

Creed waved a hand, cutting the Grey Knight off softly. “It is quite alright Brother-Captain” said Creed in a warm and pleased voice “I know who these three are”

Creed opened his arms in welcome to the group, and addressed his Kasrkin around him. “Men” he intoned “We have before us one of the mighty Grey Knights, whose piety and faith to the God-Emperor puts even us to shame, they are prepared to stand alongside us in the cause of the Emperor” there was cheering from the assembled throng.

“And he brings with him” he continued “words of hope and friendship from our Brothers and Sisters on the Red Planet, our allies of the Mechanicum”

The cheering and celebration intensified, the usual disciplined men of the Imperial Guard overwhelmed by the good news in such harsh times. Finally Creed turned his attention to the final three figures, and a genuine smile of friendship lined his weary features.

“And these three” he intoned, stepping toward them “have saved my arse more times that I care to remember. They have always defended the Imperium from its enemies within and without, and who I welcome their friendship and aid once again. Men I give you Inquisitor’s Eisenhorn and Ravenor of the Ordo Xenos and Inquisitor Efferneti of the Ordo Hereticus. Welcome Brothers, Welcome!”

The cheers thundered throughout the ship as the true servants of the God-Emperor of all Mankind shook hands and embraced each other for the future.

OMFG BRILLIANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MORE PLEASE MORE

YES!!!!! Eisenhorn and Ravenor!! Knew there were goining to show up when I read the glossia code!!!!

This stuff is brilliant! MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!!!

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!
Eisenhorn FOR THE FREAKEN WIN!!!!!!!!!!!!


also....


CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!

Brilliant!

I can't shake the feeling that something might go horribly wrong though....

Eisenhorn has a habit of attracting trouble...

More please!

CadianXV wrote:Brilliant!

I can't shake the feeling that something might go horribly wrong though....

Eisenhorn has a habit of attracting trouble...

More please!

Ah, but Creed's got a knack for getting anyone's ass out of it.

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love it love it love everything about it!

I've just finished up reading this post..... and holy ****... you sir ARE the god emperor of mankind... because after 10,000 years stuck on a golden throne watching the same damn thing happen every day would give you something to think about for the future. and thus you faked your own death for this awesomeness your writing ;p

Moar tau please mate. I'm loving some of the tau stuff here.

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Yeah, more

Brilliant fluff!! What exactly was that egg thing that was mentioned?

Bringing Eisenhorn, Ravenor, the machanus and grey knights into an alliance with him, that my friends requires some tactical geni...............CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!

had to get my one in!

Valkyrie wrote:Brilliant fluff!! What exactly was that egg thing that was mentioned?

i think that the egg thing was Ravenor, since he is (iirc) the 40k version of Stephen Hawking.

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You sir I mean just , I needed to add more are just WOW I mean WOW. Honestly I think you have screwed yourself because someday when you decide to finish this thread I am not sure you can top it. For that matter imnot sure ANYONE can.

Hmmmm......

Creed+ Eisenhorn+ Ravenor+ Grey knight+ Mechanicus= Ultimate badass/epic moment about to unfold.

Sure you can outnumber Creed's forces but the Tatical Geni(CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED)usness of (holding back from yelling it)Creed will make up for that.

Cant wait for more, so PLEASE dont keep us waiting Dark Lord Seanron. Dont end it either. When this does end, part of my love for 40k fluff will die with it so please dont stop!

Im waiting for him to resurrect Gaunt and use the whole Crew de Dan Abnett for this haha

As has been said over the past 12 pages this is really awesome.

I'm glad to see your keeping close to a balance of power and not letting one race destroy an other...

The way you answered the post about killing Thrakka makes me think you've got plans for da boyz! .....Well I hope so anyway!

With this thread are you aiming towards a conclusion with one big last mega scene of grim dark?

Or is going to be more continuous with no end in sight? (Unless you get bored (please don't!))

Dan abnett and other fluff authors...move out!

Turbo10k wrote:Dan abnett and other fluff authors...move out!

Hey, watch your mouth! I love and appreciate you all for the support, but do not take the name of the Lord Abnett in vain :p

Hey man i spent alot of money on a tribute army for the omnissah, aint pokin fun hurr hurr.

Dark Lord Seanron wrote:

Turbo10k wrote:Dan abnett and other fluff authors...move out!

Hey, watch your mouth! I love and appreciate you all for the support, but do not take the name of the Lord Abnett in vain :p

Amen!!!! Do not do that! He does great work.......... Although, you my good sir Dark Lord Searon could very well give him a run for his money. Not many threads have me with my eye's glued to the screen wide with awe and constantly waiting for the next bit to come out. You have talent.

You know what? High Five!

• After warm greetings and welcomes, Captain Sturmmgad, The Fabricator-General and the three Inquisitors are taken by Creed to The Sword of The Emperor’s conference chamber.


• Sturmmgad reveals the atrocities being enacted by the Terran Council on the people of the Sol system. A single individual known as Uriah Jole has become the most prominent member of the Council through intimidation, blackmail and an iron hold over every Arbites precinct in the system. He also has complete control over the Jupiter navy, his Uncle Arthemi Jole being the current admiral. Together they have spread misery throughout the system, all apparently in the Emperor’s name.


• The Grey Knights have tried several times to gain a place on the council, or even an audience with them, but every time have been rejected. Uriah is a keen politician and surprisingly able strategist. He has relocated the council to Terra itself, in the Eastern wing of the Imperial Palace. Creed enquires into why the Knights have not taken the council by force.


• Sturmmgad winces at the memory. A single squad of Grey Knights Terminators had attempted a Deep Strike insertion right into the council chambers to apprehend and arrest Uriah for crimes against the system, but Uriah’s genius revealed itself in his choice of location. Almost as soon as the Grey Knights materialised with a blinding flash in the chamber, that the chamber itself erupted in a titanic explosion. Several council members lost their lives (excluding Uriah).

• Into this chaos came a full five-man team of Adeptus Custodes. Seeing the devastation caused in the room, and the squad of Grey Knights standing suspiciously nearby, the Custodes instantly opened fire. A pitched and bitter battle was fought, and the Grey Knights had to teleport back out. They had lost three of their number, the Custodes had lost none. According to Uriah, the Knights had led a terrorist attack on the council in order to usurp power for themselves. He established a cordon around Terra, and decreed that any Grey Knight was to be destroyed on sight. The Custodes were duty-bound to comply.


• Creed acknowledged this fact sadly. To have the Custodes stand against them was grim indeed. He enquired into whether the Council had assaulted the Grey Knights fortress orbiting Saturn. To this Sturmmgad smiles, and says “The Bastards grip would be strong as the stars if he could get to us on Titan. He hasn’t dared come to face us in open war.” Although the Custodes are duty-bound to defend both Terra and its Council, they refuse to launch an assault off world (much to the chagrin of Uriah)


• The Fabricator-General reveals that unrest is also brewing on Mars because of Uriah. Although most of the Mechanicum are unified in their new forward-looking outlook and faith, many still cling doggedly to the old ways and resent the rise of invention and innovation in the Machine Cult. Uriah has been playing on this, sending his spies covertly onto the red planet. He has promised the old guard of the Mechanicum (or The Cult of The True Omnissiah, as they refer to themselves) power if they support him in his endeavours. He has secured weapons and technology, The Titan Legion Orion, plus a legion of Skittari warriors from his rogue Mechanicum allies. Open war hasn’t been triggered on the Red Planet stresses the Fabricator-General, but she also knows that it could spill into even more bloodshed if steps aren’t taken.


• Finally, Eisenhorn rises to his feet and with a heavy sigh reveals perhaps the worst part of the whole affair. Uriah Jole is simply a public face for something far worse: a Chaos Cult known as the Divine Brothers and Sisters is behind Uriah and his scheming. Ravenor and Efferneti were hot on the heels of a Daemon Prince named Khar’sattoth when the Emperor died. The Princes direction changed sharply and it headed to Terra. En route to the Sol System, the Inquisitors linked up with Ravenor’s old mentor and made all speed to Terra. When they arrived it was too late: Khar’sattoth had taken possession of Uriah and was now leading the Terran Council into madness.

Sir. I...*sniffle*

I-it's s-so b-beautiful...

Totally rooting for Eisenhorn to save the day, or at least stop the daemon-thing. I cheered out loud when I read the Glossia stuff (and scared the crap out of my cat in the process...)!

I'm gonna have to go back and read the WHOLE thing. It's too damn great!

*polarize the shields*
*flame incoming*

OOOOH....Daemons, Chaos Cults, Madness, and plenty of back stabbing!!!!!

Grey Knights will be ok throughout this, but I anticipate them taking some serious losses.

Mechanicus Civil War in the making. Take some losses but come out better than the Grey Knights.

Creed save the day with his ultimate tatical geniusness, but Battlefleet suffers horendous losses.

Eisenhorn finally meets his match and dies at the hands of the Daemon Prince but manages to banish it with his final act; he drives his runestaff straight through its hideous horned head.

Uriah Jole is captured and executed.

These are only my predictions and they are not suggestions. At the moment my mind is running wild with all the new events unfolding and my laptop screen. Keep this up Dark Lord Seanon.

ya know.. creed will just "CRREEEEEEEED" a baneblade into the council chambers right??


on a side note, i always thought that the Custodes' job was to protect the big E... not terra and the council (at least in existing fluff) so, i would almost guess that in the event of his death, they would increase security on the throne room, in order to ensure that a proper investigation could take place and no tampering of evidence as well as holding the throne room for His return