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KILL, MAIM, MOAR! KILL, MAIM, MOAR!

karimabuseer wrote: Anywho, Just a question for you Sir Seanron.
Do you set time aside purely for this purpose? Or do you just further it when you have a whim to?

It's a little bit of both

Yay, I found this thread again!

Seanron I think you are getting better and better with each post. Bravo!

jamunition wrote:Yay, I found this thread again!

I had problems with that too. What is this dakka fiction I hear you speak of?

Subscribe FTW. I never miss an update :3




MOAR DAMNIT!

this is fantastic!!! i thought it was good when i first posted, i really could not falthom it getting as good as it is!!! they should make this in to a band of brothers type mini-series, i would defo watch it!!! oh and dls im lovin the fact the you have a bit of my original post in your signature!!! it makes me feel connected with each update you post and with how pure class they are the best thing i have EVER been connected with! thank you.

Viewed posts ftw. I do not even have to press subscribe... although that I will do now to accord this thread even more honour, in my book at least.

I founded the thread at last,I didn't expect to be it moved to dakka fiction otherwise I thought that second part would never go out.

Just caught back up, have to say still great stuff, you should get it copyrighted so Games Workshop doesn't go and take it for themselves since they dont seem what new fluff to some up with lol. Keep up the awesome work looking forward to more

Dark Lord Seanron wrote:
Merry Christmas Guys Hope you enjoyed Part One, Part Two next week!!!

Dark Lord Seanron wrote:
Hope you enjoyed Part One, Part Two next week!!!

Dark Lord Seanron wrote:
Part Two next week!!!

Dark Lord Seanron wrote:
next week!!!

master of cliff hangers

NEXT WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK and a bit then a fortnight!

my god this is like waiting for a pee give me relief!

The Second Seige of Terra
Part Two: The Footfalls of Gods

A mournful boom like the horn of a War God erupted from the vast pillars of smoke and debris, before another fist of vengeful Starfire shot from the dusty nothingness to erupt upon the walls of the palace. Breaks in the cloud revealed colossal leviathans shod in steel and machinery, with leaden fiery craters in their fists which dripped magma and the life-blood of stars themselves. Another deep bass throng erupted from one of these monumental beasts as it unleashed a flurry of bright lights and explosive death upon the ground before it. Explosions large enough to render the unprepared insane followed the gaze of these creatures weapons, vast temples to the art and barbarity of war itself. Every footfall shook the earth, every machine howl summoned another blast of pyrotechnical chaos and every step forward brought these monsters, these giants, these God-machines closer to their targets. The Loyalist Titan Legions had made planet fall on Terra, and they intended to claim it.

Twenty of these God-Machines spearheaded the Loyalist assault on the palace, split equally between the War Gryphon and Jade Wrath legions, and covered the gamut of Titan Sizes. Graceful Warlords stood shoulders above their smaller Reaver Siblings, whilst Warhounds flanked their betters with feral cunning and bloodlust. Wherever these colossi settled their gaze disaster and destruction quickly followed; already several hundred blazes and ash columns trailed and surrounded them, and they marched as if clothed in the souls of the dead they had created, given form in the billowing clouds of murder. Behind them all came the most frightening of their number, a mountain put to walk the cosmos with wrath and fury in its fists. It stood above its disciples like a vengeful God, the will of mankind wrought into a cage of steel and tempered anger. Its name was the Vetus Imperia: The Head Imperator Titan of the Jade Wrath Titan Legion.

Princeps Tshockia had been merged with the MIU of the Vetus Imperia nearly fifty Terran years ago, just after the death of the most blessed Emperor, and this had been by far the closest he had come to losing himself to the Machine’s mind and memories. He remembered the first time he had docked with the blessed machine, and the frenzy of memories and experiences that had filled his head: it’s anger at his intrusion, it’s thirst for the blood of mankind’s enemies, it’s joy of past victories and conflicts and also a strange hollow mourning as if it too realised that the God-Emperor was gone. He had fought hard and long to wrest the machine to his will, and he still suffered severe migraines after the first docking, but now both he and the Vetus Imperia functioned as one. They were the majestic point in the Trident of the Emperor, they were the destroyer of worlds and the Ender of Species. They had seen many victories together: the pacification of Almatha IX, the cleansing of the Hrud Plague on Getthii V, they had even spearheaded the counter assault on the desert world of Vorgotha against the Necron Spider Titans that had claimed entire hives in the long Vorgothan nights. But each time he had been in control, keeping the wrathful spirit of the Vetus Imperia on a tight leash lest he fall in madness and barbarism.

But here on Terra, the blood song of the Vetus Imperia swamped Tshockia’s mind. His teeth were gritted in a rictus grin as the Titan pulled at his mind, beckoning him to give into butchery and hunger. Although he knew it was physically impossible, he could feel the soul of the Imperia, its desire to drink the traitor’s blood and pull the meat from their bones to sate its endless hunger. The Noospheric link attached to the MIU was becoming increasingly difficult to decipher: over the tactical readouts, radar blips and numerical sitreps a deep crimson stain flowed freely, as the rage of the Titan battled to overwhelm Tshockia. He could hear his command crew talking in the vast head chamber, but he could not make out their words. All he heard was a deep growl, a bestial drone carved from the very core of the machine, a bass throng that threatened to force the blood and thoughts from his mind and supplant them with white hot fury.

Tshockia forced his bloodshot eyes to see through the pain, see through the blood, see through the fury, and beheld his battlegroup. He had to lead them; he had to be the shining figurehead that led those truly faithful to the God-Emperor to victory. A flashing of colour and data drew his attention, and he saw the Eternity Gate slowly open in the palace wall. The enhanced sensors of the Vetus Imperia cut through the smoke and chaos to discern several vast shapes lumbering out from the palace. The soul of the Imperia howled as both he and it recognised the foe marching from the gate, and Tshockia felt a quickening in the monolithic machines pace. This is what the Battlegroup had been deployed for, these were the enemies that they would reign victorious over. The Loki’s Children Titan Legion, twenty-nine strong, marched from the Imperial palace toward the Loyalist Titan March. Tshockia and the Imperia howled in adulation, much to the shock of the Princeps command staff, and his cry was heard by the whole battlegroup in Binary, in the Noosphere and in the Horrific Baritone that issued from the Titans warhorns.

“The Traitors are at the gate, my Brothers and Sisters. Show them no mercy! For Mars! For Terra! For The Emperor!”

you sir are a sickening man. All you do is tease us making us want more, and I for one LOVE IT.

THAT gave me chills AWESOOOOOOOMEEEEEEEE

as if clothed in the souls of the dead they had created -- Sweet mother of god, that phrase right there is just BEAUTIFUL.

If you do put this all into a word-doc format (which you need to), you should rewrite your old bullet-point timeline thing into a series of shorts (much like the siege of terra, possibly)

You are a cruel man making us wait for more when you know half of us are hooked like crack addicts.

There is something both amusing and magnificent of a titan/princeps howling a battle cry in binary.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH!!!!!

Too damn epic!!!!!!!!

Stop teasing us with brilliant and mind numbing awesomeness! Though keep it up.

WRITE MORE!!!!!!!

MOAR FOR THE SPAM GOD!

The Second Seige of Terra
Part Three: And it was all going so well...

The scribe didn’t know he was dead until it was too late. At first he had the strange feeling he was being watched, then suddenly a hand was upon his mouth and a flash of steel against his throat. Then there was an agonising pain for a brief second, followed by a darkening calm before the rough, gloved hands let him slide to the floor. Then he was gone.

“Buseer, cover our progress. Candroth, get that body out of sight. The rest of you form up, covered approach.”

Sergeant Grieves waved his hand in splayed, chopping motion as he gave his orders to the men and women of Task Force 642. Everything had been going exactly to plan so far: they had grav-chuted into the Palace at the exact coordinates after a synchronised bombing strike by the Cadian XII Valkyrie Wing, and they had proceeded through the vast corridors of the Terran capital in stealth and secret. They had met minimal resistance as the Lord-Commander had deduced: most of the Terran Forces had been pushed to the frontlines against the combined Loyalist Assault, and so far Grieves’ unit had only encountered small patrols and menials. In short, nothing the Kasrkin couldn’t handle.

Private Candroth knelt beside the corpse, and drew her hand slowly across the dead mans face, softly closing its eyelids. She whispered a prayer to the God-Emperor to see the slain man to safety, and to forgive her for ending his life. Like her comrades in the 642, she was deeply religious and faithful to the cause, and the immensity of the bloody struggle they were involved was not lost on her. She signalled over to Chiasson, who stooped and helped her gently lift the dead scribe. They carried his surprisingly light body over to a stowage arch built into the long corridor, and laid him gently within its shadows. She had almost been taken away by the vastness of the Palace: its corridors were more akin to Hive Highways, only etched in majestic marble and gold, with thin veins of pearl running through their mass. Everywhere stood statues and altars to the God-Emperor and the human race, staring impassively as the sands of time drowned the past in the torrent of the future, judging every man and woman who looked upon them. Chiasson had muttered “Hell of a party to crash, don’t you think?” before Sergeant Grieves had scolded him for his levity. But Chiasson was right, it was.

The veterans of the 642 swept through the palace like murderous shadows. They stuck to the walls around them, stealthily slinking round corners, gripping every piece of cover as if it was the last piece of earth they would ever see. So far, none of them had fired a single shot, their sharp Cadian knives proving sufficient, but it didn’t stop them hugging their hell-guns close to their chests. Privates Kay and Waitout covered the long approach, scanning the monstrous chambers with their gun sights, signalling back to their comrades when they detected movement. Child and Uhuine followed close behind, Uhuine’s Melta-gun humming quietly in his fists, read to unleash the fury of an inferno on any who dared oppose them. Following close behind was the Sergeant, Private Tih and the squads medic Vent. Finally holding the rearguard was Buseer, Candroth and Chiasson who watched the backs of the Veterans for ambushes and patrols.

Sergeant Grieves felt uneasy. Things were going well, and whenever things went well, Grieves felt uneasy. The corridors and chambers of the palace were huge and complex, like a golden labyrinth wrought for the use of colossal Gods of the Sea and Sky, but they had met almost no resistance. Surely if the palace was so important then the enemy would have deployed more of a rear-guard. The palace was admittedly wildly impressive: paintings the size of small buildings depicted scenes from mankind’s history, complex chandeliers wrought from crystals and suspension fields hung from frescoes showing the ancient Crusades that the Emperor himself had led. Suits of ancient golden power armour stood sentinel on podiums and pillars, and banners of historic units and heroes hung like billowing curtains from some renaissance fair. All ideal places to strike an ambush from, but Grieves and his team had yet to encounter any strong enemy resistance. Most would put it down to luck, but Grieves didn’t believe in luck. He believed in the gun in his hand, the wits of his men and the God-Emperor of mankind. That is all he needed. But despite these things, Sergeant Grieves felt uneasy.

The task force had been moving in an easterly direction for about an hour, each room and corridor swept meticulously for traps and foes alike. From Private Tih’s calculations, they were quickly approaching the main gate generators. The plan was to rig the generators with Melta and Void charges, get to a safe distance and detonate the Reactor. This would cause what the Mechanicum called an “Intrinsic Feedback Cascade” which would knock out the Void Shielding and powered gun-emplacements around the palaces main entrance, and also cause fluctuations in the Sub Generators which would hopefully disrupt the traitor forces defences. There had been questions about who should lead the mission: The Grey Knight forces were required on the frontlines as only they could hope to fend off an assault by Custodes. The Mechanicum offered a Skittari Stealth team, but The Lord-Commander wanted flesh and blood and good old fashioned human wits on this mission, and so had chosen the 642, the best of the best. They would stealthily insert, take out the objective and then regroup with the main assault.

That was the plan, and it seemed to be going far too smoothly for Sergeant Grieves’ liking.

“Private Tih, Sitrep?” ordered the Sergeant, turning to the shorter Veteran. Tih unfastened his Auspex from his kit-belt and scanned the way ahead. The team stood in front of a monolithic Golden door etched to resemble an ancient skyline across mountains that no longer existed, and the Sergeant wanted to know what was behind it before they even thought about going through. The Auspex cast a green glow across Tih’s visor, and a gentle ping filled the room as the small device scanned for hostiles. Tih turned to the Sergeant.

“No life signs Sar! Just like the previous rooms.” He stated matter-of-factly “This last corridor leads directly to the docking lifts that lead to the Generators. We should be at the target within the next 20 minutes or so.” Grieves nodded his understanding, and signalled Child and Uhuine up to open the door. His uneasiness had turned into a full pain in his stomach, as if some terrible dread were about to befall them. Get a grip, he thought; maybe the Emperor is watching our backs. Privates Child and Uhuine gripped the vast handles of the door and pulled with an audible grunt. The doors leisurely swung open revealing a short white corridor with a baroque, metallic portal at its farthest end. Aligned along the walls stood busts of famous Terran commanders and tapestries of the Emperor’s faithful sons standing proudly. Grieves breathed an audible sigh of relief, and turned to address his team. “Right you lot, I want no heroes and no mistakes. We get in, we drop the load, and we get the Gakk out of there, are we clear?”

But none of the 642 was looking at the sergeant. They looked past him to an oily wisp that had started to materialise in front of the portal. The air seemed to warp and distend, as if something vast was moving within it, just out of synch with the rest of the room. There was an audible tearing sound as an elongated, feathered arm tore from the air itself, followed by a body that was surely much to long to support itself. The space between realities bled onto the floor of the corridor as another taloned hand punched into the real world grasping a Black Iron staff that seemed to breathe and slither with a morbid life of its own. A deep monstrous hood sat between the shoulders of the coming horror, and piercing golden slits considered the 642 with an infinite hunger and madness. Chains and deep blue robes surrounded the beast and dragged along the floor, leaving a trail of brightly coloured fauna that grew at insane speed before withering instantly to dust and despair. With a final pull, the giant cloaked monstrosity tore into the corridor, unfurling mighty pinions of black feathers and leering faces. It stood to its full height, the staff and hood almost touching the ceiling and bellowed a hideous call. The 642 clasped their hands to their ears as the blood thumped in their heads with the force of fist. The creature turned to them and said in a voice that was every voice the 642 had ever heard “That snake Cherubael was right, you idiot primates did try to shamble your way in here.”

The monster lowered its staff into a stance that promised only violence, “well come here and dance with me man things” the voices said “face the legacy of the Lord of Fates himself. Face the Crow-Lord of Times, the Unending Question and the Never-known Answer. Face a servant of the True God of this Universe”

The 642 opened fire as the Lord of Change pounced at them screaming a song of Change and Betrayal.

"Some of you guys may notice that the names of the 642 bear an uncanny resemblance to some of yours. Just a wee thank you and shout out to everyone who has followed this story and not killed me for my addiction to cliff-hangers"

Your addiction to cliff hangers still has you under the watch of several Ordo Hereticus Inquistors, we demand MORE in the name of the holy God-Emperor

I mean a Greater DEMON EKK GADDDDSSSSAWSOME!!!!!!!!! I sat here not even looking at my lunch just shoveling it in my mouth(soup too) unable to draw my eyes from the screen. You sir have a gift, or gab(or writing in this case), and as usual GREAT WORK. As well as that is hella cool to name characters in your story after people. As usual Cheers, and I can't wait for more!

This is prime stuff dude a veritable feast....LORD OF CHANGE!! hahaha yes! those guys are screwed!!

MORE!!!!

Oh.

My.

Effing.

God-Emporer of Mankind.



They got pwn3d!

I can't believe that I'm actually on the edge of my seat! Come on 642! Come on Creed, surely the Tactical Genius planned for this! Arrgghh! I've got to know what happens!

Surely CREEEEEEEEED!!! will flank the feathered monstrosity. With a Baneblade.

GundamMerc wrote:Surely CREEEEEEEEED!!! will flank the feathered monstrosity. With a Baneblade.

Who needs a Baneblade when you've got 2 Titan Legions?