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Arriving at the nearest Hive block, Serik begins a recruitment rally.

A dozen men and women volunteered into service, Serik had hoped for more volunteers, but it was a start. It would take time to train these raw recruits into soldiers in the mean time.

(Snarky)your recruitment posts throught the nearby Hive cluster report their numbers,
*radio static* "Numbers from recruitment post alpha sir!": 150

... on the list goes


full told your drive has recruited just under 2000 new guardsmen and guardswomen

Serik looked at the roster of recruits, the numbers were encouraging. Irking at a smile, his retinue could not see his expression behind his respirator.

Travelling in his command chimera, he rode back to rendezvous with the waiting Astartes and guardsmen.

Talking to his vox operator, Serik checks in with the current supply situation. "Has the departmento munitorium and schola progenium responded?"

Serik awaited the response anxiously.

Back at the Command Center the Iron Priest Shouted"The reinforcments are merely 5 Hours away 16 men and 1 dreadnaight strong!"

Joker heard the recruitment reports over the vox. They were encouraging, and he looked forward to his chance to get back into the fight. There was a problem, however, that he felt he should report to Commissar Serik about. Reaching a member of his retinue on the vox, he left a message for the Commissar.

"Sir, defensive preparations at my position are complete. We have experienced a worrying number of desertions, although no moral threat his suspected at this time. Regardless, an offensive assignment would certainly improve morale. We await your orders eagarly. Joker out."

Serik heard the reports of the desertions. It was worrying, Serik knew that the Schola Progenium would not send another Commissar to help in his duties, this was Serik's responsibility and his alone.

Radioing back on the Vox, Serik gave his orders "Sergeant Kyll, gather your men, I'm promoting you to the company Senior Officer. Take what equipment you require from the requisition stores and lead the men to victory. Base commander Nantis will debrief you on the situation. The Emperor protects. Out."

hey wondering if i could join. considering i rp's dead in the water.
if i can heres the character sheet.

Name: Santonius Varl Vantrava.
Faction: Imperial guard splinter.
Wargear: Master crafted auto sniper (vindicator rifle), bolt pistol, and power sword. He wears his commissar apperal. He has a bionic arm.
Reason for being there: After the his tyrinid action he was sent with the remenants of his force to respond to the distress signals. His regiment almost at the breaking point and only at 25% (500 soldiers). Are on the verge of going rogue. They are there because the transport they had crashed into the planet. After about a week they finally made contact with a hive.

images soon i gotta model him.

Barentar Looked at the reinforced bunker that would serve as an HQ for the next few days or weeks,"Looks like She'll hold," He told the Iron Preist"But the south wall was neglected before we got here,looks like it got hit with a few missles, mortars, and lascannons,you can only see that from the outside, Any body with half a brain could figure that it would be the weak point. I know you did inside jobs so Im just saving some deaths, Reinforce it more," Barentar informed him

(sorry for lack of posting, nutty day)

(sure thing y500 ill intro you into this next post)

(btw anyone else hoping to join, some more chaos would be appreciated although not completely nessecary)

(ok loyalist group including newbie)

The shout interrupts everybodies thoughts, even as the confirmation of the supply request from the manufactoria world and the Iron priests confirmation of the required reinforcing. "Hey im looking for a commissar?"

Serik turns around to see a massive force of guardsmen sweeping down the streets, an able bodied sniper at the head hailing you

"were looking for a commissar to hear the news, theres nids on the way, lots of them"

"Tyranids? Here?" Serik had heard the name before, the menace of the eastern front. It appeared that entire regiments sent to deal with these aliens were being destroyed faster then they were being deployed. If the news was true, then the entire planet would be in grave danger.

He had personally never fought against the beasts before, being situated on Segmentum Obscura. Fighting in the Scarus sector for so long, his specialty was fighting against the forces of Chaos.

Knowing that he need the expertise of the Ordo Xenos, he would attempt to contact an inquisitor who specialized in Tyranid incursions, but that would have to wait. There were more pressing issues to deal with.

Serik opened the hatch to his Chimera and turned to the guardsmen approaching, the recruits were still in the forward Chimeras, they would have to be evacuated.

"Driver, I am staying to fight. Take these recruits back to the Imperial encampment." Serik climbed out of the gunnery hatch and onto the ground.

Drawing from knowledge from the tactica imperialis from his days as a storm trooper, standard protocol against fighting Tyranids was to take defensive positions in barricades, and most importantly, "Shoot the big ones". He relayed this information back to the guard forces.

"Take up positions in the positions, and stick together. No man is to go it alone, Tyranid infiltrators are most likely already on the planet!"

Drawing out his Plasma Pistol, Serik and the men had set the trap. It was a waiting game now.

Ok thanks man

(ok your free to rp at will now y500, have at them)

(the group)

The trap is layed swiftly, hundreds of layered barricades are set up throughout the city, the sewers are purged, genestealers dieing in their hundreds, the massive city is evacuated under ground, guardsmen layer every building and every barricade, explosive rigs are set up all though the ground.

A storm of cerulean lightning preludes a teleport in the midst of this next to the commissar and the other loyalists, when the storm ends a single terminator clad warrior stands there, his vox growling audibly, the colours of the Black templars on his aincient armour, "There is an entire battle group past one of the nearby moons willing to give aid to this planet should the need arise, we are aware of the tyranid threat but that is only a secondary concern, the chaos in this place are strong and must be destroyed. We will aid in the defeat of the Xenos, but then we will need your aid in decimating the chaos on the planet. My name is Brother Grimoire, sword brethren terminator of the Black templars"

as this happens the droppods of the remaining space wolf forces slam into the ground, the astartes have not forsaken this planet after all

"Continue fiering and take cover the Imperials are near!"
Kain ducked under a heating vent and aimed his bolter at a door way ready for the Imperial attack.

Harkus steps furthur up onto the parapet, his autocannon growing in his grip as shell after shell pound into the foe, guardsmen are splattered as the massive bullets smash through them, the plasma gun beside you is also blaring, incinerating swathes of troopers.

The bolters of the rest of your squad never rest as the last of the guardsmen either die ofr flee, lasgun rounds pattering of your armour.

"Space wolfs, there has been an attack on the city, we will dispatch 10 Men and leave the rest for the trap, be prepared for a battle our chaos counterparts will not give up easily." Barentar told them. Shortly after the pack was hunting down the marines, they found a 3 man group, after anhilating it(With a suprise attack) they moved out to find even more.

(Wild) As you move deeper and deeper into the city you begin to see the effects of chaos, mutated hives and desecrated graves become all to common, then your ealise your being followed, you turn and all around you are the shambling cultists that you have been hunting, behind them tall imposin daemons waiedling great whips and scythes, your pack ends up back to back as a ring of cultists slowly encloses you

you realise what has happened, by straying from the beaten track and your allies you have been surrounded in a potentially lethal trap by those you were hunting.

The men were weary from the attack, there had been casualties and it appeared that most of the explosives, ammunition and rations had been used by the guardsmen during their long mission without supplies.

It was time to retreat to lick their wounds, the new influx of trained battle hardened guardsmen was a great boon to the Imperial forces.

The Astartes who had landed would secure the area and finish cleansing the area of xenos, for now Serik would lead his men back to the base.

Serik was still awaiting word from the Schola Progenium and Departmento Munitorium, supplies were running short and with the imminent tyranid invasion, they were running out of time.

Things were grim back at the Imperial bunker which Joker had been charged with defending. His field promotion brought new responsibilities that srained him to the brink of collapse. Yet they held. Against all odds, facing cultists and daemons of Chaos, they held. The news of the arrival of a Black Templar fleet lifted the men's spirits, and brought a hope that they may yet survive the coming storm. Joker new, though, that in order for the help of the Templars to mean anything, they would have to continue to survive.

The irony of that thought was lost on him as another wave of cultists began a death charge on their foritifications.

"For the Emperor, men, STAND AND ADDRESS!"

(Snarky you missed the affirmation lol, i put it in one of the previous posts, itll be here soon....) The lines of defence become stronger as more guardsmen man the lines, the defenses are looking powerful and stern.

*Vantrava marched through the gate of the hive. He hated these monstrosities. He spat and looked back at his regiment. They all were in full battle gear. It was all fresh issued and they were clean. They looked like they had just got woke up though. They all cursed when they heard about the reassignment. He cared little anymore. He had been through enough as it was. A guardsmen walked up to him and his XO called the regiment to a stop. The guardsmen started to speak, "Are you the Armoggedon 501st?" "Yes we are son. Now tell me where are we to go," Vantrava answered. "Follow this road up to the main lines. I`ll be checking your vehicles though. Cant have any cultists hiding there," the guard said. Vantrava walked off and his XO got the regiment moving again. He saw the lines up ahead. Trenches. Vantrava cursed his luck.*

(shealyr) Your men snap to attention following the command, you begin to address them but oyur attention is ripped away by a dark cloud in the sky, hundreds, nay thousands of bioforms blot out the scanner infront of you as they descend through the planets atmosphere

Arriving back at base, Serik saw the Cultist forces massing. Heretic forces were being cut down by the ranked lasfire from the guardsmen in the bunker. However, now the heretics were sandwiched between two Imperial forces.

With the remaining guardsmen, Serik ordered them to form two ranks. "First rank, Fire! Second rank, Fire!" yelled Serik. The heretics were cut down by the crossfire.

The heritics are quickly decimated but its not over yet, from the sky above you come the srieks and howls of tens of thousands of harpies and gargoyles, planetary defense guns have already opened up firing into their massive ranks, in those first few seconds thousands fall from the sky, your men duck into cover to try to avoid the lethal rain of bodies.

Vantrava looked up in terror at what was coming from he sky. Despite having seen it 12 times before it ceased to strike terror into his heart. His men started to hunker down in their newly aquired trenches. Vantrava pulled out his bolt pistol and his power sword. he knew it was going to be rough.

The cunning ploy of the Hive mind is revealed as he looks up, inside the swarm of descending life forms are larger more terrifying beings, Harridans. At least three visible in the thinning cloud of Harpies but you know there are many many more, you begin to panic as you realise their intent, to crash the hive on top of you.

Vantrava curses his luck again and looks at his tactical timer. Ten minutes until the tyrinids start to land. Vantrava makes the decision to abandon his section. Screw the consequences. He then keyed his vox, "Men of the 501st follow me!" His men dont understand but follow anyways. He sees the gate. Luckily its still open. He starts to run towards the gate. His men are right behind him. His XO contacts him, "Sir why are we abandoning post?" " Because the tyrinid are going to bring down the hive," Vantrava says. His XO nods and continues to run. Vantrava notices that his whole regiment is behind him running with him. He was happy that they trusted him. They were two minutes from the gate. They had seven until the tyrinid landed.

The Tyranids were being destroyed overhead. Serik watched overhead as the lesser Tyranids were being shredded by the planetary defence cannons. The purple ichor rained down on them.

It took a moment for him to realize, the death of the lesser xenos was deliberate, their acidic blood rained down on them.

"Get to the bunkers, move!" Serik shouted, his own equipment was specially treated to survive hazardous materials from his days serving with the Krieg regiments where he had to operate in acidic smog, but the guardsmen on Abrantias had no such preparation. Seeing one guardsman fall down from his injuries, Serik picked him up and ran to the nearest bunker.

It looked like all the guardsmen had managed to get into the cover of the buildings in the base.

Serik had no idea of what happened to the men he met in the Hive or what of their commander. Luckily for Serik's men, the larger Tyranid monstrosities were not landing near his sector, but where he had met Vantrava.

The supplies from the munitorium had already arrived and were safely underground. Serik looked around and gave a grunt of satisfaction, and took a refractor field for himself. It was less ornate than his previous one, but it still functioned exactly the same.

Suddenly a black templar terminator appeared in the gateway. Vantrava stopped and his men did too. The templar began to speak.

(Y500) "You are all commendable that you would try to escape the hive, but look", he points to the sky where several thunderhawks are now strafing through the harridans, "they will not reach us, now return to your posts and may the emperor guide your path!!!"

Serik, you notice mycetic spores clustering together in spear heads, when they impact the surface they dig down into the roots of the city where the nids are attempting to demolish the roots of the hives,