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Just a campaign a friend of mine is running at my local club. For anyone interested, I'm writing a story for it (that's my campaign task), and feel free to comment and follow as the campaign progresses, but please don't spam. I can't say I can give a consistant time of when I will update the forum, as playing the games depends on a number of people I cannot control when I get the campaign information. The reports themselves are based off the events of the games, ranging from standard games to battle missions and custom matches, but you should get a general idea of this information from the report. They are also very biased, and focus on the Imperail troops, manly my army, the guard. If you have any questions about the campaign, the reports and the characters them just send me a PM or ask the forum. I hope you enjoy the reports.
The Assault of Septimus Majoris
Date: Pre-conflict
The planet Septimus Majoris, and arctic biome rested within the arms of the Imperium of Man, but slipping from its grasp. The Vostroyan colony’s control had become contested, and with the haste and mercy of one of the blizzards that wildly shaped the lands. Within hours the planet had swiftly lost its primary defenses, and in days of a distress signal being sent the planet had lost any Imperial contact. Fortunately, Segmentum Command had received the request and evaluated the situation. Despite its unexceptional size and position, the planet was home to a large quantity of Imperial factories, and was undergoing important and extractions operations by the Techpriests. Unknown to Segmentum Command, the planet had others viewing to claim the planet, and its value and the risked stakes to achieve such a goal was higher then any Imperial general would have dared dream.
Sent to the sector, from the nearby ice-world Lorn V, was the 3rd company of the Cadian 989th, known as the Cutting Onslaught under the leadership of the stalwart Captain Lipsett. This regiment, as well as its commander, was formed and trained by the renown Cadian 412th, and like Lipsett’s experience as a commander, was the first time it would be tested with such a task. It was clearly stated, that the Captain, was to be in control of all Imperial forces, until further orders.
Upon arrived to orbit, Lipsett ordered a mass bombardment of the sector that would become the Imperial landing zone, so as to ensure that they had minimal resistance until they had prepared to search for there vile enemy, the soulless necrons.
Out off a mixture of concern of the planet, respect and debt to the Cadian 412th, the Ultramarines sent a force to aid the 3rd battalion. Despite the irregularity, there was no conflict in the fact Lipsett was to remain in command, and to direct, and even order the Space Marines. Segmentum Command had been clear, and the Ultramarines had to reason to attempt and take control of the operation themselves. So it was set, the novice Kasrkin Captain was to lead the invasion, but even a century of experience, could not prepare one for the secrets of Septimus Majoris…
Ambush at the Dying Plains
Date: I
Participants: Cadian 989th 3rd Company
The barren lands dubbed “The Dying Plains” where some of the only areas yet to be blanketed in Septimus Majoris’ endless layers of snow. The sector was the doorstep to the Imperial stronghold that had to yet to be overrun, and therefore was bombarded heavily prior to Imperial decent under Captain Lipsett’s orders. Lipsett knew very well that necrons were an infection, and may just be unsettled by a measure, of even that extreme force. Therefore the Captain ensured all imperial landing parties were prepared as an invasion force, and treated the landing as such, for good reason.
Despite Lipsett’s rational measures his forces had been caught, by surprise, but not unaware. Like carrion birds, vile, twisted xeno horrors descended on the Imperial paratrooper convoy, shortly after they arrived planetside. Lipsett was quick to react, and had his forces regroup to combat the ambush with a swift counterattack. The guardsmen fought bravely, and stood there ground, but the enemy was cunning, and soon the battle was turning out of Imperial control. Lipsett himself had lead a desperate charge, but the ambushers had withstood and outmaneuvered the Imperial forces, causing them to fall back.
Blood littered the overturned earth; corpses lay limp in the massive craters, battle tanks had be twister into heaps of flaming wreckage. Fire crackled around them, pierced by the screams of terror of the wounded, lost to the enemy. Sergeant Decker was quick to retrieve the wounded Captain, and shortly after they had made it to safety and were extracted by a team of Valkyries. Even when the team arrived, they searched the area, finding no trace of the attackers, nor any Imperial survivors. Simply ruins of blood and carnage.
Strike of the Dying Plains
Date: I
Participants: Ultramarine 2nd Company Strike Force
As the Cadians where ambushed further back, the Ultramarine forces had made their scans without such an attack. It was not until later that they had met with any resistance. Cold metal hands tore from the ground, and began to rise, as the remaining survivors of the orbital bombs. The Ultramarines expected this, therefore had been ready to deal with the xeno threat.
Bolter fire rang out, and green blasts of alien energy clashed in the land. From the sky descended a drop pod, bearing the Dreadnought Brother Leo. The fallen marine tore through the hostiles like a child and rag dolls, leaving no xenos it encountered alive. The proficient Librarian leading the space marines sent waves of powerful psychic energy, shattering the xenos, and protecting the men alike.
The marines battled with extreme valor and skill, but this was no match for xeno weaponry in the end. With a quick order the necron’s Overlord had teleported his warriors into the mist of the shocked troops, and many soldiers fell to the dreaded gauss weaponry. Despite the havoc wreaked on the enemy, the Ultramarines had to regroup and moved away from the Dying Plains.
The Imperial offensive was damaged, forcing them to halt all advances. This left them with little control of the planet, as the enemies conquered and killed.
Prize of Xenos
Date: II
Participants: Cadian 989th 3rd Company, Ultramarines 2nd Company Strike Force
It had been sometime since combat, Captain Lipsett resented this very much. Although they had received new battle tanks they still lacked the essential manpower until the platoons could be deployed. He had to wait; his forces were not yet prepared for a proper invasion until so. Meanwhile the lands began to fall to the mobilizing xeno armies, reports from the vostroyan PDF had mentioned some successful repulsion of the enemy forces, but they lacked supplies and needed to remake Imperial contact if they were to survive.
The next order was, abnormal, but coming from high command had to be obeyed and followed through at once. The techpriests spoke of a xeno relic that had to be taken and extracted from a point in the frozen wilderness; it was rumored to have great importance. The Captain was not completely pleased with retrieving alien equipment, but denying the enemy a possible weapon was important.
The Ultramarines prepared themselves and the two armies mobilized with strike forces, and begin the attack. As Lipsett feared, and predicted, they would met the enemy armies straight on. Necrons marched forward, aiming for the relic; the Ultramarines went straight on to meet them, as the main guard forces covered them with fire. Like thunder, battle cannons roared, creating explosions and fire, as the Ultramarines reached their prize. The necron forces slowly advanced, but were slowed by the Imperial forward teams, vollies of las-fire keeping them at bay.
All was as planned until from the skies came groups of vicious monsters, leaping at the space marines with fury and passion. “Dark Eldar!” cried the Ultramarine Librarian as a frenzied melee began. The marines fought back to the harsh attackers, trying to hold them back. A sergeant grabbed one the aliens with a mighty power fist, and smashed its skull into the frozen dirt, then tossed the corps away. His glory was short lived, as he was leaped on and soon a jagged blade as burrowing into his neck, sending blood into the snow. The marines fought to the last, but the waves of enemies overwhelmed them.
The guard suffered greatly as well, as Necrons appeared out of then air and began to prey on the soldiers. Their captain fought on the frontline, battling back the necron’s elite praetorians. Soon the forces had been crippled, and the main armies began to pull out, leaving stranded tanks and men behind, few soldiers where recovered, and fewer surviving. All able bodied guardsmen fought to the end, to cover the retreat, so the wounded could be transported out. The last thing the Librarian saw was a huge green glowing light, before passing out.
Date: II-III
Captain Lipsett sat down in the field command, peering over a large holomap. It was little aid, being older then he would have liked, but still gave him a general idea of the PDF military installations. The Captain was alone; it was quite, and cold. Despite the amount of them, the Techpreists still couldn’t restore the generators, and they needed to use thermo-coils to keep the large base from freezing. Lipsett didn’t care, he lived for this, as a Kasrkin he had fared much worse conditions, however he was never in charge of such a large operation before. He looked up from the map, and watched his breath float up to the ceramite ceiling, he then quickly glanced up to the doorway, a soldier stood there, as Lipsett had heard, but had remained motionless, waiting for permission to enter.
Lipsett nodded, not ever seeing who it was, probably news of another PDF defeat, or some other display of incompetence. “Captain, sir.” It was Decker, Lipsett was somewhat pleased to see his right hand man for once, and not some trooper bearing obvious ill news. “Yes, sergeant?” Lipsett responded in a basic, dry tone. “The Colonel has a important message he wishes to convey.” Go on” “I don’t know it, sir. Have it with me, of course.” With him? Not holo, this must be somewhat important. The sergeant then produced a scroll of yellow paper, deep crimson Imperial seal unbroken. “Thank you sergeant, dismissed” Decker then saluted crisply and then sharped marched out of the room, leaving Lipsett with the news.
The paper crackled as Lipsett unwrapped it with gloved hands, his eyes darting around the black ink that followed. Two words seemed to pop out of the page, it was clear, and daunting; Regimental Commissar.
The Captain quickly folded up the paper, and tucked it in his uniform. He then started a brisk march towards the Chapel within the fortress. He saw the eight foot azure Librarian standing in the center, seemingly unoccupied. “Epistolary Lombardi, we need to advance…now.”
Storming of Spent Pass
Date: III
Participants: Cadian 989th 3rd Company, Ultramarines 2nd Company Strike Force
It was the swiftness of the attack that caused it to be so effective, or to have any effect at all for that matter. The Imperial forces had quickly seized ground, and had commenced progress to the west, recapturing a manufactorum in the process. Regimental Commissar Orwell had been pleased with such progress, despite heavy xeno resistance and delays in the landing. Although it was not until the invasion of a destroyed bridge way, the Imperials found out that the necrons were not the only factions bent on control of the Septimus Majoris, also the ruinous forces of Chaos.
With fire and blade, the Imperial armies attacked the pass, trying to rush the heretics to secure victory, but the enemies had been well dug in, and the commander’s competence had proved worthy of such a clever, planned defense. The Ultramarines, aided by dreadnought deep strikes, and began unrooting the entrenched forces, but it was not until Epistolary Lombardi spearheaded a magnificent display of skill and courage, that things started to look up for his men. With the tanks of the Imperial Guard covering platoons and the few marines, Lombardi slew many heretical chosen marines, sustaining but a couple losses in the attack. Lipsett’s main forces had met up with them, and they began to advance on the main hostile defenses.
The attack advanced well, bolter shots rang out, as Lombardi fired a well-placed shot, leaving the bloodied corpse of a sorcerer tumbling from its position. Orwell also lent his boltpistol to the fray, and with one shot the head of one of the defending heretics exploded in blood and bone. With the outer defense down, the flanks cleared and under control, they were clear to enter the building and complete the advance, but such a commander would not be felled with such ease.
Lipsett barked out an order as the bulk of his men moved into sight of the last soldiers of Chaos holding the area. “On my mark, fire! For Cadia!” Las shots peppered the enemies, followed by a unit of Ultramarine scouts that had circled the position before moving in. Many Chaos marines fell to this, there flanks being attack by Lombardi’s men from behind, but it was not over. A huge, monstrous beast clade in tainted terminator armour stood despite the fire, a lone troop by his side, they did what the guardsmen had dreaded, charged them.
A huge gout of flame poured out, consuming scores of guardsmen, killing them without a chance, then the Chaos Lord approached, wielding a terrible blade. Many more men became the victims of this weapon, but they stood their ground, no reports of desertion.
Soon, drop teams landed to secure the base, the Ultramarines cutting off the enemy retreat. Guardsmen paratroopers searched the area, destroying all who opposed them. The land had been secured, they had taken it; they had seized the pass. All of the Chaos defenders had been destroyed, all but one, the mighty Chaos lord, and as he retreated he took two things with him, blood of many, and a burning vengeance.
Pathway to Perda Algor
Date: IV
Participants: Cadian 989th 3rd Battalion, Ultramarines 2nd Company Strike Force
With the capture of Septimus Majoris’ factories, came the resources and supplies required, as Lipsett’s campaign was highly limited to these vital requirements. A convoy was dispatched from the manufactorum in Imperial control, vehicles crammed with rare supplies and munitions. Lombardi was concerned with an ambush, and ensured the transports were well protected, even though the motion of attack on such a convoy was extremely bold.
No one knew why the enemies had waited until the convoy was on the Imperial base, Perda Algor,‘s doorstep until an attack was made. It was wondered withier it was to try and take them off guard, or simply due to a lack of speed on competence in the hostile armies. None the less, as they approached the entrance to the huge compound, the Imperial convoys were attacked; necrons marching forward on a flank, as Chaos Space Marines struck from the rear.
Lipsett, riding on the hull on a tank, ordered men to positions, as Lombardi teleported into a direct assault. “Drive the xenos away!” yelled Lipsett “The Emperor is calling you, and you will listen! Ensure our last breath is in His service! No retreat!” Green gauss shot flew forth from a necron vehicle, as a battle tank exploded on the other flank. The Imperial forces knew they had to buy more time for the convoy, and soon drop pods descended, as mortar teams and snipers fired from the base’s defenses.
With the sacrifice of many guardsmen and even a techpriest the convoy vehicles managed all to escape to safety, and the remaining Imperial soldiers moved from the ground. Lipsett stood on the back of the tank, voxing another order. He watched as Lombardi teleported his marines to safety, no guardsmen had survived, save the tank crews, the xenos and heretics began to attack each other, before squadrons of Valkyries arrived, preforming a strict strafing run. Fire leaped from explosions, as heretics burnt and burst, necrons exploding in pieces of xeno metal. After the attack was over all that remained was burning corpses, twisted pieces of red and silver metal and the destroyed husks that had been drop pods. Lipsett sighed in relief; his breath softly drifting into the pale sky, save the lives lost, all was well.
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