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Yeah on the grass.

(Alright I'm gonna take a few minor liberties here, standby)

Mkarth looked around, this hive was a lot different than the last one they were in. This chamber was dark, damp, and it stank. Mkarth could hear the groaning complaints of his men behind him and turned to them.

"Sound off!" He yelled. Soon, everyone had declared their presence, including two groups that had been dumped in the bathroom with the Tanith unknowingly. Mkarth noticed there were the nine Krieg stragglers and the Cadian team that stood by.

"Over here you lot, I want ranks and regiments up front!" He called to them, the guardsmen formed up in front of him and he examined each. Moments of silence passed as Mkarth considered what to do with them until he noticed that there were fifteen displaced guardsmen in front of him and he was missing fifteen men from their last battle. A smile spread across his face.

"Listen up boys, I'm gonna run over some facts with you, we've got no idea where we are, no contact with higher Imperial command and no way to get back to our respective forces for the foreseeable future. As such I am officially your commander until such a time when Imperial command is contacted."

Mkarth studied the men in front of him, nobody said anything or budged.

"You are being folded into my unit as of now, you will be members of the Tanith First until otherwise ordered, is that understood?" He asked. He got a chorus of affirmatives.

"Good, Blane, pass out the uniforms and gear to our new recruits, no time fore training, you'll be learning on the fly." He said and walked away towards his own group, he was approached by Fols.

"Sir, are you sure about this? We don't know these guys' loyalties or anything.

"They're loyal to the Emperor aren't they? We had the Verghastites folded into our regiment didn't we? Most of them didn't even have training, trust me, they'll listen out of respect for rank." Mkarth said and then yelled for the newly reinforced Tanith to get into formation. Suddenly a yell went out about movement on the perimeter.

"Hostiles, Open fire!" Mkarth yelled and lit up the darkness with his own weapon, soon, a dozen roaches or other insect/arachnids lay scorched and dead around the Tanith.

"Clear?" Mkarth called, he received an affirmative. "Alright lets get out of this chamber and find the other guardsmen." He got his vox phone. "Ven, how's the waste outside look?"

"Not good sir, a real storm's brewing and the wildlife out there is even bigger than the last hive."

"Alright, we're not going out there, looks like our other option is deeper into the hive, form up on the entrance to the next chamber and lets go."

Soon, the Tanith were standing in front of the screen door.

"This has got to be the single biggest mesh wire fence I've ever seen." Orman said in awe.

"Can we cut through it?" Mkarth asked. One of the scouts dug his knife into it experimentally and nodded, cutting a big enough slit into the bottom for a few guardsmen at the time to crawl out and towards the stairs that went up toward a lighter portion of the hive...

(Pfffft...who needs bitz boxes when you have discarded guardsmen with nowhere else to go? )

(nice...the screen door leads outside though)


I will post more detailed pics so you guys can fully get the idea (ork held land is going up soon)

the area within the green is held by orks. the area outside is considered a death world jungle

Gonna post, wait up Warork.

ineptus astartes wrote:(nice...the screen door leads outside though)


I will post more detailed pics so you guys can fully get the idea (ork held land is going up soon)

OOC: Gah! Then please tell me what kind of doors lead inside so I can edit my post accordingly...I really don't want to have to fight my way through orks, chaos AND the local pests just to get back inside...

Hey we have a truce remember.

Draigo watched the humans attempts at escape. He ordered brother Gideon forward.

The massive form of the Dreadknight sent men scampering in fear or left them awestricken. Gideon proceeded to use his mighty machine to begin cutting a large chunk out of the door. Within a few minutes, the Land Raiders were able to get out. Yet Draigo did not give that order.

"Guardsmen, scout the immediate area!" He bellowed. However, he had heard of these Tanith 'First and Only' and knew that they had already been planning on doing just that.

Indeed, he was not in short supply of good warriors.

yeroc500 wrote:Hey we have a truce remember.

OOC: And that's why I said I DIDN'T want to have to go outside...

EDIT: So Darko, your guys are in said bathroom too? Didn't know that or I'd have mentioned you...eh, can't be helped...

alright. there are two doors leading out. one in the hall and one in the kitchen. both doors have a triple wire screen with normal mesh, as well as diagonal mesh in iron lines the with of a minis forearm. at night, these doors are covered by a 3 inch thick oak door (Nepali thieves are very resourceful) and a large bar the size of a nova cannon shell lays across the inside.

most doors in the house are 2 inch thick mahogany doors. no windows Marks bedroom door has an Aquila painted on the front (guess who's bedroom door ALSO has an Aquila painted on it IRL)

Fun. Well we know what I`m doing so I can access the house at night. Here we come tunnels.

hope no earthquakes happen...

and you would have to say how deep underground the tunnels are

They`d be deep to avoid the water, and reinforced. I can`t have my entrance into the house destroyed. But right now I`m still setting up.

Most of Mkarth's men, including Mkarth, were surprised at the sudden reappearance of the silver clad Astartes. At first nobody budged, too stricken by their power to do much but stare, Mkarth, however, was able to snap out of his stupor.

"First and second platoon move down the corridor, scan for hostiles and secure it, I'll be right behind you with third." He barked over the vox, that got his men moving and soon the hall was lined with guardsmen scanning the area.

Mkarth approached the Grey Knight he had seen thrown into the carrying bag on the airplane earlier, he assumed that one was in command.

"Area secured, lord." He said and began to turn away before his curiosity got the better of him. He'd heard of silver clad super warriors in the stories of guardsmen from other regiments that had had a little too much to drink, and while they made good stories; the best warriors humanity had ever produced going up and winning against armies of demons and heretics, he'd never expected to actually see one, or an entire group for that matter... "If you mind me asking, who are you? I've seen a great many Astartes in my time in the crusade but never any so.....different than yours."

chaotic controlled area is within the red

OOC: Hehehe...I know where my scouts are going to be watching from...

Those windows on the house across from where the Chaos/grass area is...what room are they in?

the den it has an inner ledge up against the couch, so watching should be no problem.

and a jump to those plants would not be hard...

ineptus astartes wrote:the den it has an inner ledge up against the couch, so watching should be no problem.

and a jump to those plants would not be hard...

Excellent...I'll keep that second thing in mind too for later in case I need to escape quickly...

possibly because an irate commisar Yarrik is there and just had his heavy bolters creamed by an Iron letter holder

ineptus astartes wrote:possibly because an irate commissar Yarrick is there and just had his heavy bolters creamed by an Iron letter holder

OOC: What I don't get is why Mark stormed in there, trashed the guardsmen's stuff and then just left...-shrugs- he could have tried to at least compromise with Yarrick

because Yarrik's troops shot at him. (trollpie changed him to be more Yarrik-y)

I'm out guys. Gonna focus on Inter-Astrum for now.

Good thread though, keep it up

Kasrkai wrote:I'm out guys. Gonna focus on Inter-Astrum for now.

Good thread though, keep it up

Hence why your guardsmen are now under my command

Draigo stared down with a look of contempt for the man standing below him.
"If you mind me asking, who are you? I've seen a great many Astartes in my time in the crusade but never any so.. different than yours," The man asked.
"We are the Grey Knights, warriors of Titan, home of chapter 666 - the chamber militant of the Emperor's holy Inquisition," Draigo boomed. "However, should we be able to return to Imperial space, you and your men shall be mindwhiped and remember none of this."

He then turned and headed back over to his own kind, leaving the human standing in awe and surprise, perhaps also feeling a little anger and fear. But these were servants of the Inquisition; to hate them was heresy, to fear them further redundant.

WARORK93 wrote:

Kasrkai wrote:I'm out guys. Gonna focus on Inter-Astrum for now.

Good thread though, keep it up

Hence why your guardsmen are now under my command

And your Guardsmen are under my command.

"Casualty report. How many dead and how many injured?"
"Just the one dead, sir. A heavy bolter gunner named Druke. Aside from that, 3 broken arms, two cracked ribs and a fractured skull, but they'll survive. One Basilisk was also damaged."
"Excellent work, Sergeant Jinn. Have the injured taken in to the caves to heal, and assemble a scout force. It's time to search for the others."

Third Lieutenant Myar held up a hand, and the men behind her stopped. It was a small force; 6 Sentinels, accompanied by 40 mechanised Guardsmen. A Hellhound brought up the rear, it's turret swivelling in search of prey. Rain washed over the vehicles, huge droplets battering the lone Command Squad that eschewed the safety of a Chimera APC.
"Halt. I hear something." The men looked anxious.
"What's that smell?" she called. One man replied.
"Greenskins. The beast of Armageddon." Myar knew this would further complicate the situation-if the enemy force was too large, they would lose should they engage. But men of Armageddon wouldn't accept retreat when faced with Orks; those xenos had ravaged their homeworld for too long, and they wanted vengeance.
"I say we burn the lot of 'em." a man pipped in.
"Slaughter them. Let none survive. For Yarrick."
Myar looked around the corner, and spotted the Ork war host. She gasped.
They numbered in the hundreds. If they were assaulted, a sea of green would respond and overwhelm the attackers.
"Pull back! Pull back!" she cried, but the men wouldn't obey. The Hellhound rushed forwards, and the entire platoon followed.
"Nonsense! Kill them all!" Flame spurted out of the Hellhound's cannon, and dozens of las-bolts poured in to the attackers.
"No! Get out of there!" It was no use; a great "WAAAAGH!" filled the air as the Orks charged. The Hellhound was overwhelmed and turned over instantly, and the crew was cut to ribbons as they abandoned the vehicle. Guardsmen poured out of the Chimeras, and were trampled underfoot as they fired.
"Gak! Retreat, all of you, or I'll have you shot for insubordination!" Myar shouted. The Sentinels immediately turned and ran. Only two escaped the barrage of heavy bullets that struck them. The Guardsmen followed behind, running back in to their Chimeras before a tide of green swamped them.
"Run! Run, you fools!" What little was left of her force rounded the corner and became bogged down in a thick jungle. Eventually they found there way back inside, and pushed the great doors shut even as hundreds of Greenskins thumped against it.
After the battle, there was just a few tatters left of the platoon. Only one Sentinel remained; the other that had escaped the fullisade was crushed as the door closed. A single Chimera carrying eight Guardsmen had survived, and of the Command squad only Myar was left. The Orks had only taken a few dozen casualties.

hmmm...the house seems to be blockaded...

Upon hearing shouts, hoops, and cries of ‘Dakka’ Mark knew what was going on, turning his attention from the small iron warriors fortress being constructed atop the shed in the ‘back yard’ Mark growled and stomped off to the front of the house, where Marduk’s men were disinterestedly watching as the greenskins chased a few Armageddoners back into the house.
“What is going on?” he asked. “Da umize Gork! Dey attacked uz, wit no pro-vo-cay-shee-un!” answered the nob in charge. “Go home!” ordered Mark, and the orks streamed back to their base in the piping and electrical, and rat tunnels.

Walking back to the house, he knew that he would have to cull the unruly minis, so he unpacked several boxes he had managed to stuff into the suitcases, they were part of a bought/converted force that he had been building for quite some time, since he had been introduced to the hobby a long time ago, but had been waiting to paint them all at once, making a metal note to see if he had any daemonettes to paint these minis (god of artists remember?) he began laying the components out Walking over to another table he sketched a quick symbol, an hourglass shape, with the bottom half missing.
Grinning ear to ear he began writing a new codex for his fluff army, and their patron chaos god. God of…stress? Headaches? No, no…Paint, glue and greenstuff…as much sense as that made…

“Now, all I need to do is paint them…”