The Pall of Abrantias XII: The devastation of the fields of many tears. A Warhammer 40K RPG

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**nocturne's wrath**

I begin to walk."the doomsday is target prime it must be destroyed at all costs. Kriegsmen prepare. Bassilisks FIRE. Quarter master do we have quag cannons?

**nocturne's wrath**

I begin to walk."the doomsday is target prime it must be destroyed at all costs. Kriegsmen prepare. Bassilisks FIRE. Quarter master do we have quag cannons?

**Tyranic Marta**

omg was that a quadrouple post?

anyhoo,
the basilisks behind you Roar in answer and the shells land amidst the monoliths in the distance, you cant tell if they are damageing it from here, the vendetta's fly low and long taking potshots at the doomsday and your teams quickly get into position, after a couple of tense minutes of waiting the monoliths are in range of your strike teams, as one they all brace and then unleash a blinding salvo which tears the Doomsday monolith asunder in a massive explosion which lights up the night sky

{Wahooooooooo, that was a big one, next target V-squadron}

**nocturne's wrath**

a next monolyth concentrate fire. on my mark. ready? BASSLISK FIRE! the shots hit home weakening the armor. strike teams fire. as one they fired. vendetta's i want an confirmation on that kill.

**Tyranic Marta**

The veddettas fly low over the smoke cloud to see a ruined monolyth core crumpled in the dirt, {Kill comfirmed, approaching final target, bring the rain}

**nocturne's wrath**

denied retreat. first we fire the basilisks. basilisks ready yourselves. on my mark........ FIRE. lascannons fire on impact then the vendettas confirm the kill. vendeta's its not that i want to keep you from honour but these flayers are really deadly against flyers and as you are no deathmen i dont want an problem with YOUR command

**Tyranic Marta**

{Understood.... Kill confimed... wait no arrrggh}

The salvo of Lascannon fire somehow does not kill the final monolitha dn in one fell swoop its particle whip blasts two of the vedettas apart, the Third Vendetta accelerated through the explosion and fired threee quick bursts into the core of the monolith which promptly explodes, The vendetta's vox gets through to you as it heads to base, and the gruff voice of the old veteran gets through, {Kill confirmed, returning to base, thats anouther kill mark}

The man was completely devoid of emotion for the loss of the crews of the previous vendetta's... his entire focus was on the job and for this the Commissar salutes him.

**nocturne's wrath**

When he reaches back to te base i already oredered an search team of grenadiers to search for survivors and stuff of personal importance.

I walk to the veteran. With a stone cold voice i say. " as a deathmen i dont know any emotions. They just confuse me. But what i know and understand is the feeling of men dieing under your command. But remember this. They completed their mission and died heroes deaths. And they are now with the emporer. You can take some time of. I turn. And for the rest of you makevsure we are ready for anything.

**Tyranic Marta**

The veteran looks at you with stone cold eyes and even you shudder, this man may have no bionic enhancements and he still has a heart beating in his chest, but he is no less robot than you are, His mind seems to have been shattered from years upon years of conflict. His greying Hair and scarred visage show the story of a Very old soldier.

"I have no need for time off corporal (I think its corporal?) i have nothing except war now... I will take to the skys at 0600, ill see you then, were going to hit them where it hurts.

Youa re about to object when you notice a quad of stars on his shoulder, and you gasp inwardly, what is a 4 star general doing piloting a vendetta?, you shake your head to your self before agreeing

**nocturne's wrath**

As you wish general. But what are we going to hit? So i can send some siege units and men.

**Tyranic Marta**

"There wont be time for that, Itll be you me the commissar and a squad, well be going for their leader, we need him dead"

**nocturne's wrath**

As you wish sir. Am i allowed to chose the men or would you like to do it personally? I salute him

**Tyranic Marta**

"You choose them, I'll trust the Judgement of an officer"

He heads back to his Vendetta clearly prepareing to equip it for a night raid.

**nocturne's wrath**

Let soldiers 142, 15634 and 809 come thse are experts in necron fighting. Further more i request the commisar to come and i take my vox and bodygaurds with me.

**Tyranic Marta**

They all agree, The commissar even grabs a Plasma gun from the racks of weapons outside the armoury and flicks it to you, "Im granting an upgrade"

**nocturne's wrath**

Then i thank you but i prefer a smaller one. I grab a pistol and give the gun to one of the soldiers. I look to the general if you agree i think its best if all of uss take or melta or plasma weapons.

**Tyranic Marta**

"Indeed, they certainly dont like them. I would also reccommend issueing power weapons to the squad. As of now Im issueing a field promotion, Corporal, you are now a Seargeant and these men are all stormtroopers. They have the appropriate training in the theater of war and there will be more to come.

Commissar im afraid theres no way I can promote you but let it be known that you have my full confidence."

The commissar nods, "Thankyou General, trust means alot to me be sure of that."

**nocturne's wrath**

As you wish but i need to make a little correction which is with no disrespect. Because the soldiers and i are a little confused about the term as an "storm trooper" but i guess that it are elites and so they will become grenadiers. Thats how we call them. And i thank you again. And i would like to give you my excuse that i gave you a command sire i thought you were a veteran of the grenadier rank and not. A general. So please accept it. Vox please issue some grenadier masks to come here. And some powerswords.

**Tyranic Marta**

The General Laughs, it is a gravely sound which you at first thought was coughing. "I do not mind, it is nice to be one of the men again, rather than something more."

**nocturne's wrath**

As you wish milord. Vox are the requested items underway? And can you ask for a sergeant skull attachment for my mask?
I also would like to have some intel avbout the enemy request anything we have. And milord may i say it is with your command? As that will speed things up.

**Tyranic Marta**

"Enough of the Milord, call me Robert, it makes me uncomfortable, thats an order soldier, and it is my command soldier so go right ahead."

The voxed equipent comes through tand the general personally attatches the seargenats skull to your mask. "We have just under three hours before we head out, get some rest."

**Tyranic Marta**

At this time all we know is that its a Necron lord of some power, he phased in about a year ago and has been causeing us no small trouble. We need him gone.

**nocturne's wrath**

Yes ........si......... robert. I say very very very uncomfortable.
And thank you. Vox i also want a request sent to the administratum on the ship. I wish EVERY detail.

**Tyranic Marta**

That is all we have sir, the Administratum admits a lack of information on Necrons in General

**nocturne's wrath**

Ok Good work soldier. I want a line of soldiers who come with us. For i am authoritized to give you this. I walk past every single one of them and strap on their shoulder an protector with an skull of real bone on it (just a print not a huge one XD) then i reach the commisar who is not standing in the line. I also have something for you. I show him a commisar mask. Which is made of black leather with red lines on it and a rebreater unit which can be attached on the back. As you are attached to this company permanently i have ordered the crafting of this mask. It is a death korps mask as you are "adopted" to our lines. I cannot ask for you to wear it as it is your own choice. And i may present you this. I give him a special crafted hellgun (just some skull motifs and a fine looking wood patterns thats all.) It just came in. Then grenadiers i see you here in 3 hours. I see the men walking towards the baracks. Where they will sleep for maybe an hour and then they will train i predict.

**Tyranic Marta**

the Commissar looks at the weapon and the Mask with a strange look on his face, He takes them and once the mask is on you cant see the expression and he doesnt explain it. "Thankyou soldier, its an honour "

**nocturne's wrath**

I help him with the rebreather. "Welcom in the ranks of the deadmen. You are also allowed to become a real one except for the birth precedure. You may gain kriegsmen bionics. I have really needed to push it but you are allowed to. Ofcourse also this is your own choice. I have the commander given a copy of the combat charge.

**Tyranic Marta**

"We shall see Seargeant."

He heads to his quaters, "But first i need some rest, and so do you"

**nocturne's wrath**

I must say with it that nothing personally changes you only will get an heart buffer ..... a second heart. Which activates when the first one dies. And the second one is practically indestructable by small arms and even chainsword have no use. Lets say i say it from experience.

**Tyranic Marta**

Your words are lost on deaf ears as the Commissar locks himself in his prefab building