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(Sorry you guys, sort of lost the thread, what ship are you all on just now?)

If the Gore Dragons are here, they could be anywhere else in the galaxy too!

After The Battle for Draconis, didn't they escape into the Warp?

Yes, and their ship was torn apart by a Bloodthirster. There's no way...

A unit of scouts returns to the company

Sir, the Orks have made landfall! They're fighting with a horde of Daemons and Traitors. And...

What is it, Sergeant?

There's a Daemon Prince sir... he looks... he looks like one of them, sir

(OOC) Coraks is a former member of the World Eaters, I'm still making a profile for him but here's a taster;

Name: Coraks Argath

Appearance

"Prepare for attack!"

—Coraks

Coraks is not as large as other Daemon Princes as he achieved daemonhood through a series of mutations and blessings from Khorne over the course of a millenium. However, as a devotee to the Blood God he is still immensely strong. Visually he resembles a large winged Bloodletter. He mounts a strong bone like armour carapace along with the remains of his mutated and twisted Tactical Dreadnought armour.
Personality and Traits

Coraks is quick to anger and has little time for cowards and traitors and will execute them without a second thought. His anger and complete and utter to devotion to Syrath can cause psychotic rage that is filled by the Rage of Khorne and the devotion to tare the enemies of Syrath apart.

Equipment and Abilities
Weapons
Doom Glaive: A Daemon Weapon forged in the great forges of Syrath's Realm. Corak’s replaced his lighting claws with Death's Glaive which has granted him increased strength. The great sword was re-forged apon Coraks' ascension to Daemonhood. It is said to contain the essence of a Tzeentchian Greater Daemon which was forcefully bound to Death's Glaive by Syrath himself.
Rage’s Heart: A Daemonic twin linked Bolter. Rage’s Heart is a heavily modified Mark IV Boltgun. It had several specialised attachments but was abandoned on an unknown battlefield after Coraks' ascension.

Armour

Armour of the Spectre: Ancient Heresy-Era terminator armour which was said to be blessed by Syrath himself, giving Corak’s amazing defences. Most of the armour was destroyed after he transformed into a Daemon Prince. However some remnants melded with his daemonic flesh forming the Armour of the Cursed.
Armour of the Cursed: What remains of Corak's Armour of the Spectre has formed into the Armour of the Cursed. It is an unholy mixture of daemonic bone, reinforced Adamantine, strengthened Cermite and warp energy. Coraks flesh is almost impossible to pierce by using mortal weapons, requiring incredibly powerful blessed blades just to pierce it. It also provides relatively good protection against psychic attacks.

Daemonic Gifts

Daemonic Flight: Coraks was gifted with as massive wings, which have been adorned with skulls and unholy charms. Coraks' wings allow him to fly across the battle.
Daemonic Strength: After his ascension Coraks was gifted with extreme strength by his patron god, making him an exceptionally powerful individual.
Mark of Khorne: As a follower of Khorne he naturally bears the Blood God's mark.
Talisman of Syrath: A gift from his Daemonic ally, before his ascension. It provides Coraks with a heightened defense to unnatural attacks.

Artifacts

Helm of Icrus: This item once belonged to the Imperial Saint Icrus. He had been felled by a Daemon on the eve of the Emperor's internment into the Golden Throne. To the shock of the daemonic entity, Icrus' body began to twitch and his form was lifted into the air by a mysterious golden light. Icrus brought his now charged blade to the Greater Daemon which had slain him and then preceded to slice the Daemon in twain. Icrus led a glorious campaign against the forces of Chaos until his demise at the hands of Coraks. It was a tremendous battle which resulted in Coraks suffering grievous wounds. Icrus' body mysteriously vanished after he was struck by Coraks' unholy blade, leaving behind only an enchanted helmet. Coraks claimed it for himself as a trophy and he frequently has it slung around his neck.
Tyrants Maw: Coraks and the 1st War Legion battled Hive Fleet Kraken on Keron , after months of fighting the Tyranid Hive ships were destroyed and the world saved from consumption. Before bombing of Tyranid infested areas Coraks personally slayed the Alpha Tyrant. After beheading the beast he removed its jaw and now wears it around his neck.

Sorry for not posting but I've got a ton of Homework and will post when I can :(

Coraks roars again but this time black and red flames pour from his maw that incinerate Orks within seconds of being set alight, he rises into the air and dives down towards the Ork leaders with a bloody fury. Screaming and roaring he crashes into the green and red tide and swings his blade around into the masses of Orks and Daemons around him caring not at all for his allies.

The Employer moves towards the Orks and lifts the entire bridge crew, the windows of the bridge begin to crack and shake;

"I hope...you understand....what will happen....if you.....try to....stop....me"




Luidias enters the Hanger, a area with Several Devil-Fishes and Hammer-Heads which require repairs and the Thunder-Bolt. Hunter sits next to the Thunder Bolt and waves to the approaching Luidias and bows to him, he hands him a large Holo-pad giving him details of the repairs and modifications needed to keep the Thunder-Bolt running;

"I love machines, so did my Legion until I well. Destroyed eight Thunder-Hawks after I tripped over a mine connected to several explosives near the fuel cells, blasted Daemons and their ticks. I can see you their ma....Syrath what do you want."

Syrath slumps down from the crate and un-cloaks, his form has vaguely changed into a bird like reptile with the robes of a Lord of Change;

"I'm here to assist you, the ship may need some extreme repairs. I'd suggest this."

Syrath hands Luidias a incredibly small piece of dust that appears to be a shade of gold;

Guess what it is, I'll give you a very good prize if your right

WOT YA DOIN TA ME ZOGGIN SHIP YAH BLOODY CREEP?

A grot smacks the switch to activate the ships' Breathy Shield.

TAKE DIS YAH ZOGGIN RUNT!

He pulls out a heavily modified shoota. It fires a bombardment of bullets, lasers and rockets at the Daemon. The Employer strides through the bombardment

ZOG IT (into vox) GET UP 'ERE YAH GITZ! 'OO'EVER GETS ME DAT FING'Z 'EAD GETZ ME BIGGEST GUN!

Cargo lifts full of Boyz shoot up to the bridge.

WAAAAGH!

The Employer raises its arms and slams the Orks into the walls of the bridge and begins to tare plates of metal, weapons and even used bullet shields around it forming a storm of metal and a danger to any who approach it.

(You can wound it or surrender)

Ludias looks blankly at the dust.
"Im not even sure if I want to know what this is. But Ive never seen it before, you may as well tell me"

(And btw Big Mek, there is a third option, you can RUN, Blood has been trying to corrupt one of the players right from the start, dont be the first.)

OOC: Its Syrathian Gold?

??? never heard of it, is this a reference to one of the other RP's?

OOC: Uhh, actually its a joke...

... Syrathian Gold...

... get it?

Hehe...

... he...

Ohhhhhh right...

sorry just woke up and im a bit slow

"The dust of the Emperors armor, a tiny speak that I pulled from the Emperors dying body and I also stole some other objects. But lets not speak of that shall we? No now let the building commence! I call it Syrathian gold, great stuff it is."

As Syrath lifts a wrench he drops it and it slams into his foot.

"Aww!!!!!!!!!!"

(Yes I do like blood ,betrayal, reaping and Syrath's dodgy contracts. Anyone notice the reference to the Saint himself in the Coraks description? )

WAAAGH!

Badsnikk charges towards the Employer. He feints a punch, then slaps a handfull of bombs to his chest, and slides along the floor, then shoots the bombs. The explosion sends the Daemon reeling

Four Stormravens shoot through the skies, and approach the battle between the Orks and Daemons. Finding the Daemon Prince, they circle him, giving a wide berth

By Sanguinius, it is one of them...

There has to be more Gore Dragons here Captain... how many do you think they survived?

I don't know, but we need to bury this Daemon here... is the special ammunition ready? Fire!!!

The assault cannons on the command Raven fire glowing blue modified rounds towards the Daemon

This Daemon will not escape us. (To vox) All units, fire on my target!

The Employer shrugs of the attack and grabs a unsusespecting Ork with it's teleknesis and snaps its neck before turning to the Warboss, the glass shatters behind it, it leaves with no trouble as steel plates cover the missing windows.

Coraks roars amd jumps atop one of the Storm Ravens and plunges his blade into the cockpit alowing the vehicle to crash and burn, the Daemon prince roars in fury and flees, a strange move for a Daemon of Khorne.

What just happened? Why is he retreating? Follow him, don't let him escape! (To Vox) Open channel to all members of the 5th Company, rally to my position and hunt down this accursed Daemon! Any Astropaths in the region, relay this message to Chapter Command and the Inquistion: The Gore Dragons live, this world is overrun with Chaos and Greenskins, this may call for -

Captain, this is nothing like -

- Exterminatus. End Message. Any Imperial forces in the region, please respond.

The three remaining Ravens chase the Prince across the sky. Three Ork Fightas follow the Ravens, and gun one of them down. The other two maneuver out of the way, and shoot down the Fightas.

"And what exactly could i do with such a material?

(if all of you would kindly mosey on over to Fallen Angels my new 40K rpg I would grealty appreciate it )

You can't contact anyone Big Mek you are in the Eye of Terror, I'd suggest you do some research on it.


"Anything you wish my sniper wielding friend, maybe taunt Space Marines with it. But please continue with your ships repairs. What do you need me to do?"

"Nothing at the moment, what I really need to do is retrofit the thunderbolt... Actually there is something you can do for me."

He gives Syrath and Hunter the Dimensions for several sheets of the alloy provided and the curvature required. While the two work he sets about upgrading the internal electical and subdermal systems

"Excellent"

Syrath smiles as he reads over the alloy instructions for the materials needed with Hunter, Syrath begins cutting the right shapes with his un-natural blades and quickly builds up a pile of metal sheets and ships parts. Hunter assists him by correcting any small mistake and adding holes for bolts or wiring while Luidias retrofits the Thunder-Bolt that is suspended by 'bubble' of anti-gravity.


The Daemon Prince Speeds off, dodging the massed fire from the Storm Ravens and diving into black clouds and emerging forcing the Storm Ravens to scatter and reform several times until they see it. The Chaos fortress....


The Massive sprawling fortress is protected by fields of Sentry Guns and Mines, each wall is miles long and have gun and sniper towers mounted atop of them. The outer areas of the fortress are guarded by Hundreds of Chaos marines of the Iron Warriors and World Eaters while Anti-Air guns sit tightly amongst the armored columns of Predators and Defilers awaiting to be set loose, in the center of the fortress lies several massive spires that tower into the skies and are protected by wave after wave of Chaos furies and at the top of the fortress sit the Employers; each a foul creature dedicated to one of the Dark Gods.

Ludias looks over the sheeting and nods his head slowly.
"I think thats everything."

He then starts to take the cladding off of the thunderbolt and begins to weld the new plates into place, bolting and riveting the parts together the Thunderbolts new chassis takes form. It is more streamlined than its previous incarnation and its armour is slightly thicker. But the ships engines have been modified by the sniper to have an output slightly greater than normal. Just enough for the ship to feel right under his control. He then starts work on the interior, retrofitting three seats into the ship. A pilots seat, a copilot and a rear facing gunner as well. The threeman ship was about 15 metres from nose to tail, its wingspan about that length as well. The engines tucked under the wings were next to a quad of missle clamps which Ludias had yet to fill, Along the nose were a set of 4 holes infront of a mounting bracket for quads. Ludias fully indended to make use of the Tau technology aboard the vessel to design new weapons for the ship. And nestled infront of the engines and slightly beneath the quad mounts were a pair of mounts for a heavy weapons system. Finally a rear mounted set of holes for anouther weapon system as yet undecided for the rear gunner was mounted. Ludias was just finishing up as he prepared to head down to the engineering decks to get a look at the Tau jump drive.

The Tau jump drive is Guarded by White Helmeted Elite Fire Warriors bearing multiple Chaos marine kill marks on their shoulder pads, several even have small trinkets taken from defeated enemies and pictures of their many allies under Shas'O Kais command. They salute Luidias and Hunter but step back from Syrath who ignores them completely, a Tau scientist approaches them and bows;

"Honorable Sniper Luidias we have been expecting your arrival, the jump drive is at full working capacity and under the orders of veteran Shas'O Kais we have enforced extra security around this area."

"Understandable honored fire warriors. I meerly wish to see the drive itself so that I may reverse engineer it. Is this acceptable?"

"Yes that is fine"

The Tau Fire-Warriors allow assess to the Jump Drive.

Ludias looks over the dimensions of the Drive for several minutes as well as the power sources and other bits and bobs. His mind whirrs through several possible solutions to his task and he settles on the one he like the idea of best. Thanking the Tau he heads back to the hangar and begins accumulating pieces of scrap alloy and collating the into a large pile which he has, smelted down and reset in a single sheet about 3 metres by 2 metres and about 2 cm thick. With Syrath and Hunters help he makes several smaller panels and cylinders and begins welding them all together. Other materials and doodads are added until the drive is complete. Ludias knows that the power required from the drive is immense, but he has scaled down the drives power. 30 minute hops with the power to transport the ship and three passengers + cargo greatly reduces the power requirements from the flagship + hundreds of passengers and crew etc etc. Indeed Ludias only has to make a single cold fusion power cell. Which he installs into his ship. The cell itself was only about 30 cm in diameter and easily installed into the ship, it was also powerful enough to feul not only the drive but the ship itself as well. Eliminating the need for feul.

Finally his mind turned to weaponry.

"Oh ho ho here's were the real fun begins doesn't it? What shall you be giving this fine piece of art, now I'm not saying bigger is better but I'd be lying. It is, I'd suggest whatever can fit on the ship. Seriously just glue guns to the wings and hope it fires when your surrounded by seven Inquisition fleets at full strength with only a Hell talon, care to guess who won? It will surprise you it will indeed."

Ludias skakes his head slowly.
"You offend me daemon, I am not an ork."

He gets together what he needs, two sets of quads, some tau plasma rifles, 8 hellstrike missles and a pair of lascannons. Then he sets to work. By deconstructing the Plasma rifles and then reengineering them onto the quads he ends up with a quad of auto cannons fore and aft that are super sharged with plasma explosive rounds. The Helstrike missles are dissasembled and he puts lines of his own blend of explosives into the missles, 4 lines to be exact and each is a different explosive. So when a missle hits it simoultanelously penetrates armour, implodes the area directly infront of the missle, explodes the area around it and sets the whole lot alight in Promethium flames. He calls them. Deathtouch missles.

The lascannons are a dilemma for him. He would hate to destroy such amazing pieces of artwork but his mind already knows how to improve them. With some small alterations he ends up with a pair of tribarreled lascannons which, when fired out into space on a test fire, rapidly pulsed out 35 lascannon shots a second.

An old Chaos Drop-Ship taken from the Ice-Fields of Fenris from the War of the Wolf and the Daemon is the target of the many Las-Cannon shots, it's dark blue hulk shatters and it's Scarab shape becomes a pile of rubble, Dark Eldar arrive to see what else will be target practice while others arrive with Dark Lances and Blasters.

Ludias grins
"Now thats a heavy cannon]

He looks over the ship one last time before nodding to his two aids.
"Spot of Black paint and she'l be ready I think."

The three paint the ship black and Ludias gets some white paint and along the nose he paints in careful calligraphic strokes.

"Endgame"

In his meditative state, Beltayn tries to clear his mind, for a good many moments it is pristine, and he enjoys the clarity of which he can think...

It began with a whisper...just a small whisper on the edge of his hearing, then more came, two or three voices speaking at once, all whispering something and nothing, then more voices came until his mind was filled with the roar of the whispers. Clouds appeared, wind began to flow. Thunder and lightning flashed, something twisted had entered his mind and had no control over what it said or did. He tried to back away, to wake up but found that he could not, his mind became a swirling madness of voices and shrill, howling wind, overlayed by thunder and flashes of energy. What was this presence? What was it doing to him? Did he have control of his body or was he now in the complete control of this thing?

It rose, like a fiery shadow, ten times the height of a man and stared at him with baleful, blazing eyes. He backed away, unable to get himself away from its presence. The shadow reached for him, he was unable to get away. It grabbed him in its monstrous clutches and brought him closer to its beastly face. Beltayn could see it now, the shadow was revealed to be an Employer, it grinned at him with a mouth full of razor sharp, shark like teeth.

"You cannot escape the darkness." It hissed. "It will devour you and your friend, there is no escape." It began to laugh, its voice becoming unnatural and daemon-like, it opened its maw and slowly, Beltayn was shoved into the blackness.

He snapped awake, back in the hangar, unmoved, though the memory made him bolt upright and fall off of his perch with a gasp. Nobody was around to see it but Hunter was in the far corner near the door. Beltayn picked himself up and leaned against a wall, he squinted his eyes, the dream had been so real and yet the laughter, the hideous laughter had yet to fade in his ears. He staggered forward, remembering the daemon's promise. He got to Hunter.

"Where is Ludias?" He asked wearily.

"He went to the jump drive to work on his new ship." Hunter said simply. "Is something wrong?"

"Perhaps." Beltayn said remembering the horrid form of the daemon. "I fear we may soon be in danger." He said as he went through the door and headed for the jump drive room.