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"Nothing, simply such tactics could not work here. I would not attempt to replicate it. As we lack the forces, and ability to commit such actions. I would suggest a removal of their commanders through assassination, before we reel in their remaining forces into our own armies."
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Archiaros was tired of waiting. He had entered the hall, just in time to see the antics of the sorcerer, and to hear of Isstvan. Then he spoke.
"Or, we could get off this damned time bomb of a moon, before the bombardments destabilize it, reach the planet itself and move from there. I do not wish to be sitting here when the crust of this rock is penetrated and the magma spews from the wounds. We would be better off making our enemy seek us, rather than face him on unstable ground. This fortress is nowhere near impregnable."
Kain nodded, knowing that this was not some trick. The man was truly mad, his mind in taters, probably over some form of psychosis but the words of the next new comer had some substance;
"Sounds like a plan."
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He gritted his teeth as the talks progressed, his prized heavy bolter that he pried from the death grip of his Sargent gripped tightly in a mix of excitement and frustration. "bah!" he stood tall, his heavy bolter resting it's tip atop the table. "I agree with my battle brother Deliphas and his strategy.. It's easy enough to strike their leaders once their line is diminished and confused, effectively cutting off any avenue of escape should be an easy task for those I see before me" he took a breath "...but if this moon is as unstable and unfortified then tactically retreating planet side sounds best.. But I ask if this moon is so unstable could we not use this to our favor? Either luring the filth here or destroying their ship, detonating the moon sounds like a tactical choice"
His sentence trailed off into a snarl before he silenced himself.
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"The tactics employed by the warmaster, fool, involved tricking the Loyalists into thinking that the majority of the forces they were using to strike at him were still loyalist. We cannot do that, for we have no infiltration into these imperial dogs."
Cato almost spat the words, turning his head to stare at the sorceror. "I was there, a Son of Horus! We won through deceit. The tactic we are discussing here is the destrction of the enemy as they leave their landers, not as their second wave comes in and stabs them in the back, as the battle of Isstvan was conducted" The fool sorceror obviously knew nothing of the battle. "The Dropsite massacre was conducted by the Iron Warriors, the Word bearers, The Alpha Legion and your own Night Lords. They were supposed allies the loyalist forces there, and where what their second attack wave consisted of. When they landed, they shot the true loyalists as they returned to resuplly and allow them their chance to strike at the legions who supported our warmaster openly on that world"
He stopped, staring at the magician for a moment. "Your idea of copying the tactics of Isstvan will not work", unless you have agents you've yet to tell us of?"
OOC: I do know how the battle played out. Also, the idea Ive had/youve stumbled upon is ok right?
Sandman looked Cato straight in the eye. "About time you caught on to what I was saying, you fool. My 'agents' are not many, but they is under orders to shoot the retreating Imperial Guardsmen, assuming them to be Cultists. I hope this is not a problem to any of you?" Sandman sneered behind his mask. It had taken two attempts to get this fool to understand, and he called Sandman the tactically flawed one. He turned back to look out of the window.
"Now, do we have a plan, or are we going to kill each other first?"
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OOC: I doubt that it would work, as Cato will state below
"I'll happily make sure you're dead. I'll meet the rest of you down on the planet" Turning around, Cato strode to the doors. "You should have said you had agents in the first place. Just know, these will be iconic soldiers we'll be fighting. Probably cadians. The cultists I have see around here so far don't look very cadian, so your 'agent's will be assumed tratiors themselves." He grinned and moved to the doors, pushing them open and striding past the deathguard marine outside. "I'll begin organising whats left of the planetary defenses, The capital city is where I will be if we must meet"
He grinned behind his helm, his mind going through various ways to kill them all. He wouldn't, he didn't feel like killing chaos marines. Imperials would be so much more relaxing.
Within twenty minutes, he was out in the city, walking along slowly to where he left his small shuttle. A pair of serfs stood outside, the pilots. He climbed in, the two following and booting up the engines. The small craft lifted off, engines flaring and dust flying around. Cato had taken a seat inside, removing his helm. If he didn't, the topknot brushed against the ceiling. He smiled as he felt shuttle lift away from the moon, then shoot off towards the main planet.
OOC: After talking with BBB about this.. May I introduce...
Spoiler:
Name: Kal'urek the Entombed Age: Unknown, Interment after the Iron Cage Incident Equipment and Armour: Contemptor Pattern Dreadnought Chassis (not full Contemptor since the heresy is over). Weapons: DCCW w/ Heavy Flamer, and Kheres Assault Cannon Warband: Iron Warriors Alignment: Chaos Undivided Bio:
Having fought through the worst parts of the rebellion against the Emperor, Kal'urek retreated into the Eye of Terror with his Primarch and with the remnants of his brother Legionnaires. It was there that Chaos slowly crept into his mind and his soul. Blindly following his father, Kal'urek fought during the Iron Cage incident. It was there that he brother Astartes once more. The thrill of combat coursed his veins, but this wasn't the blood spilling that the roused the 12th Legion, this was true warfare. The type of war that singes the nostrils with the smell of bolter ammunition exploding against ceramite and tunnel walls. The chilling screams of Astartes dying miles from their ships. Kal'urek killed many Astartes in those three weeks, but there was one that had gotten the better of him to this day. One Astartes that had bested him in fair combat. Better with a gun than a blade, Kal'urek found himself cut off from the rest of his squad, and in a brutal fight with an Imperial Fist, encased in Tactical Dreadnought Armor. For a short while he danced around his slower opponent, taking grazing hits that would have felled a lesser man. Light as they were, the internal bleeding caused by the force slowed his movements and gave an equal footing to his loyalist opponent. Using the tunnels and traps to his advantage, Kal'urek slowly pulled him deeper into a trapped tunnel. If he would not survive this fight, neither would his enemy. Slowly he was pushed backwards until he ran out of tunnel, and with a lunge the Imperial Fist grabbed him with gauntleted fist, and just as he brought back his power fist, the energy rippling in the cavern, Kal'urek knew he would not survive a blow hit the dead man's switch in his gauntlet, collapsing the tunnel on the two of them.
It was several hours before his brothers found him, but the blast had crippled him, crushing arms and legs, burning flesh and singing nerves... But the Imperial Fist had taken most of the blast, the husk of terminator armor covering the withered remains of Kal'urek. He was interred with the sacred rights into one of the last remaining chassis still in control by his legion. Centuries would pass, and as the warlords changed, so too did Kal'urek's allegiences, but faithful he remained to his Iron Warrior Brothers. Dispensing advice as best as he could from his timeless sleep. Preferring to only be used when a battle would necessitate his help.
As one of the few remaining chassis from the Great Crusade, Kal'urek's armor is the cobbled remains of loyalist armor and patterns picked up over the years. The only things that truly remain of the Contemptor Pattern is the left handed claw with flamer, the Kheres Assault Cannon, and a half functioning Atomantic Shield (If he were to be used on the table, assume a 6+ invuln save no matter what instead of the 5+ invuln save vs. shooting).
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Edit: If you guys feel it's not appropriate to the "group" I've got a few other ideas tucked away
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Slightly irritated that his lust for destruction and collateral damage would have to go unsated for a little longer as his attempt to destroy the ground currently under foot went unaddressed. Something he was used to amongst his own 'legion' as his ideas were considered reckless and often ignored.
He watched the back and forth between the top knotted Marine and the Sorcerer with growing displeasure. The tone the other took with the sorcerer grated against his paper thin patience as he slowly moved his way across the room toward the Sorcerers side. Â His annoyance at the situation obvious in his voice as he greets him in Nostraman then speaks "so is this how it will be then.. He barks, walks off and we fall in line?"Â
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"So is this how it will be then.. He barks, walks off and we fall in line?" Sandman was a little suprised that anyone besides himself in this room could still speak the Native tongue of the destroyed Night Lord homeworld. He joined the Havoc in his Legion's native language. "So he seems to think." Sandman turned his head to look at the Havoc. "I have other ideas. My agent is a Platoon Commander by the name of Carnak. He has been ordered by me to have the 30 men under his commend to open fire on his own allies as they fall back from our forces, as they will as soon as Top-Knot takes out their Commissar." The Havoc drew a breath to begin speaking, but the Sorceror forestalled him by raising his hand and turning to face him fully. "I have a task for you. In my own group of Night Lords, there is the remains of a Havoc squad. 2 Autocannons and a Missile Launcher. These three men are now under your command, and once we get down to the Planet below, I want you to take them and set up a position where you can see Main the Imperial Landing Zone. Once there, await orders"
OOC: Deathrex, Im assuming you are looking to be my wingman here?
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OOC: Just to point out, the Imperials probably won't land in the one area, and they'll blow the crap out of the area all around it if they do. They know they're fighting chaos marines, so there forces will probably be huge.
Blap?
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Kain cocked his helm, amused by the sorcerers sense of command. He'd dealt with such Astartes before, and had no good news about them, but sport could be made of this mans offer;
"I have no need of your men sorcerer, but if you wish to establish some form of hierarchy, I will take them under my own command. The Imperials may be foolish, but let us wait until they have made their move."
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OOC: I never said they would all be in one area, just that i need to see the main one.
Blood, what are you doing? Im talking to Deathrex...
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OOC: Ah, we have two Havocs do we? for some reason I imagined you as a Terminator cos of a TL Autocannon...
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OOC: The 'main' being wherever the Commissar in question is...
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The glass ninja wrote: OOC: This is planetary war, there probably isn't a main landing site, only many large ones that could be ambushed.
Yeah, and we wouldn't know where the other commanders were at, and even if your spies we're in one of the larger sites Nids, what are they going to do?
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Deliphas grew tired of all this talk it was going nowhere he turned and made his way out of the room, two cultists pushed open the doors grunting because of the weight, weak and disgusting.
"Move out of my way!" Deliphas growled pushing the guards out of his way and exiting the building, the night turned everything black forcing Deliphas to adjust his optics to see in the darkness.
"My lord." A voice whimpered from behind the Raptor. In one swift movement Deliphas grabbed his plasma pistol and spun around to come face to face with a masked cultist marked with some minor Damned force.
"What is it?" The Raptor replied his voice sharp and booming.
"Your squad awaits your orders." The little man whimpered terror could be heard in his voice.
"Tell them to meet me on the north wall." Deliphas replied before firing up his jump pack and blasting into the air leaving a screech that could pierce a man's soul.
Tali'Zorah: I appreciate what you're doing here, Shepard.
Commander Shepard: Well, I care deeply about the quarian people.
Tali'Zorah: It's good to be back on the Normandy.
Commander Shepard: Let me know if it's too quiet for you to sleep, and I'll find you someplace louder.
Tali'Zorah: Hmm.
Garrus Vakarian: Uh, I was there when you two had your thing, remember? Just get a room and work it out.
"Without any sort of support, your cultists would die before they could be used effectively." The metallic voice of Kal'urek boomed forth from the vox speakers on his metallic Chassis.
He had been awakened not long ago, and had been sitting in respective silence as this small warband bickered over which attack strategy would be the best way to rout the loyalists that were surly on their way.
Kal'urek stirred in the corner, the gears and joints moving as he got used to having limbs once again.
"These humans under your control Night Lord could still be of use. Can they sabotage communciations, or anything else that might give us the edge in this fight?"
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I still have an idea, and will go through with it, but I need Rexy online to carry it out.
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"So sorcerer, you believe that 30 men could make a difference when part of at least several thousands. What are you, a fool? They will make no difference in the greater cause, and will lead to our deaths if we attempt any assault or strike now. Let us wait till the Imperials have landed, once we have reduced their numbers in orbit, we will wait till they have their sense of security. Then we will strike."
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"Whether or not the Sorcerers agents will be of use depends on their rank and ability. Are these men officers? Communication or demolition specialists? Are you giving us 30 soldiers, or 30 spies, capable of actual sabotage?"
Archiaros was tired of talking, and tired of waiting.
"And also, are these men afraid to lose their lives? They will all die, make no mistake. How useful are your contacts, Sorcerer?"
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