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Oh fug, just when it was getting real good. Hope you get back on your feet a.s.a.p.

I'm sorry for your predicament Trondheim. I hope you get well as soon as possible, you are honest to the Emperor himself the finest author of action-fluff here. At least in my opinion.

Thank you for the support, and thank you Beaviz81, nice to hear I have achieved fame and glory

No saga for you till your dead, and you aint got permission to quit yet

Nooooooooooo

Trondheim I hope everything goes good for you bro.

Sorry for the sadness the discontinuiong seems to have caused, and thank you Willhman

It was a real pro story , but if your hearts not in it I understand. Maybe in the future when your up to it you can get back on the horse with a new story or continue with this one.

It has notting to do with my hearth not being in it, this decision was due to the illness that has struck me down. I have more than enough with getting trough the day, but when I get better who knows what may happen

YYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY! the thread is not dead, long live the thread.

The rain had once more made the decision to soak the battlefield below, but the rain did not phase the advancing Skiitari regiments as they pushed forward with iron hard determination. At the head of the advance Tribune walked like a incarnation of wrath, his weapons had made the enemy pay dearly for their foul betrayal. But still the hunger for war burnt fiercely in his hearth, his orders was clear. Leave none alive who had strayed from the path of light and into the darkness that lay beyond.
So far they had only encountered cultists and traitor guard, but the resistance had been very, very hard. And every inch of ground was payed for with blood, the enemy seemed more than willingly to stay and fight. He ejected the last of the spent shells from his wrist mounted bolter and rammed a fresh belt in, while doing so his power fist was deactivated. He never wasted energy when it could be avoided. As his mind processed orders and new information a shot kicked up dirt in front of him.
His powerful optics located the shooter before a second had passed, and he snapped of a quick series of hell fire shots. The shots punched trough the steel plate the shooter had been hiding behind and vaporized him.
But the man had not been alone, rushing out from concealed positions poured a veritable horde of cult members armed with all sorts of weapons. Soon a hailstorm of shots filled the air and the steady thump of mortars broke up the symphony of death, the rebels where heavily armed and had a iron hard determination to win and see these imperial scum sacrificed to their dark lord.

But they had failed to take one thing into their plan, and that was the cold and savage fury a Tribune and his Praetorians brought to a battle.
“1th cohort engage primary bulwark, 2th cohort assault the left flank. “ the towering warrior commuted to his brothers, who went about their task with inhumane precision. Flamers and plasma guns hissed and spat death while heavy bolters and las weapons joined in. under this tremendous amount of fire power they advanced like a rust red tide of horror.
Tribune did not care to aim, instead he let the blessed bolter spit shells in a seemingly unending volley, his power fist sparkled to life and hissed when he slammed into the chest of rebel officer who was reduced to a red pulp by the blow. Around him the battle raged, even if their foe was inferior in both body and cause they still fought like devils. A steady rate of casualties filtered past on his HUD display, it seemed this was a insane lot of traitors. He hosed down a heavy weapon crew with air burst shells that ripped into the men, and cut them apart in a storm of shrapnel and heat.
Blocking a bone jarring blow from a traitor Ogryn and avoiding another blow from is companion he activated his energy shield and directed more power to his power fist.
Aiming the blow just above its sternum he struck with enough force to wreck a tank. The mutant keeled over and wailed in pain before a shot from his bolter put a stop to its heresy. Then its kin was next, no close quarter death for this brute. Instead it was ripped apart by the last shots he had in his munition belt.
“Tribune! Enemy bulwark still offering hard resistance. Additional units will be required to crack it. “ came the message from his second in command. Skimming trough the data feed he agreed and redirected a Skiitari regiment and a armour detachment to help speed the battle up.

Just as he did he felt a familiar rumble in the ground, looking up he saw a sight that filled his frame with reverence and a feeling of pride. Walking like a testament to the might of Mars and man came the Kingslayer and its companions, the slayer looked fierce in the rain as its banners blew and its sirens announced its coming for all to hear. Having withdrawn and regrouped and rearmed they now came to resume the hunt of their fallen kin.


She felt alive in a way she had not done for many, many centuries. The core sang to her in a different tone and the steel covered body was as if energized by some unseen source, one thing was clear to her. It was not only she who pined for the death of their traitor kin. The Kingslayer too longed for their deaths and to hear their death cries as his weapons layed them low.
His massive feet shook the ground with each footfall, and the weapons blazed as they reaped a bloody toll from the enemy.
Beside them the Hastasi and Angelus walked in the shadow of their lady. But they too was invigorated and ready once more for the battle that awaited them. They were of a lesser scale but they still looked like walking avatars of death, and with their new banners and adornments they looked just as bloodthirsty as the Kingslayer did.
The first foes they encountered was a trio of enemy Titans, these foul mockeries to the Omnisha looked to bar their way.

Princep Valeria looked with the eyes of the Kingslayer upon the trio that barred path they needed to take. Covered in foul runes and hideous mutations they made her head hurt by simply looking at them, she felt the core howl in anger at this horrid spectacle.
The traitors struck first, a volley of shots that would have leveled the surrounding city scape if it had not already been bombed into oblivion slammed into the rain soaked ground near them. The energy from the detonations shook the loyalist Titans and huge mushroom shaped clouds rose up after the blast wave settled down.
This was followed by long shining spears of laser fire that made the shields of the Angelus and Kingslayer shiver under the stress put upon them, inside the Angelus a series of consoles exploded and killed the tech adepts manning them.
“Firing solution prepared!” Andros said and relayed the data to Princep Valeria.
The Kingslayer turned its massive bulk and leveled its weapons and unleashed its repossess. It came as a choir of thunder as its main weapons fired at maximum power, the ordnance raced out and slammed into a small traitor scout who simply vanished under the sheer weight of fire being unleashed upon it.
It detonated in a ball of flame and plasma fuelled heat, its death cry rang out and was heard for many miles.
But its companions was not so easily vanquished, each and one more than a match for the Angelus and Hastasi who both had their tasks set in stone. They where to shield and defend the flanks of the Kingslayer as it dealt with the enemy pack leader.

“ENEMIES! WE NEED ENEMIES!” she called in a voice filled with pain and hate. Her face noting more than a mask of sheer suffering as she dealt with the foe and the volatile spirit of the machine. Visions of battles long won flashed by her weeping eyes.
As the moderati crew provided what she asked for she felt a surge of heat trough her body.
“ENGAGING ENEMY TITAN!” she called as the weapons at her disposal thundered once more. Her new foe was a god engine that could rival the one she piloted, its aeon old form covered in the dark runes of Chaos and with gruesome mutations displayed where its head should have been.
Its name was lost to all except the thing that had replaced its Princep and crew long ago when it turned its back on mankind. It had for ten thousand years opposed the loyalist dogs and now it would claim a new victim for its dark lords.
As the two behemoths of steel clashed the very ground seemed to groan in pain, weapon fire ruined immense amounts of land and the land died where the foul traitor walked and spread its taint.
A hit to her shields made Valeria cry out absolute pain, the sensation was horrid. Her whole body seemed to cry out in agony, and the Kingslayer too howled in pain. But she did not let this cripple her. She returned the favour in kind and the next to howl was the enemy. Its body wept molten steel where a round has nicked its shoulder, and its shields flicker with a sickly green tint as they struggled to recharge.
With a great amount of effort she summoned all her will and guided the Kingslayer closer to their foe, muttering a silent payer her crew carried out their orders. As they drew closer to their hated foe they could now see with their own eyes the horrors of the warp visited upon the once loyal titan.
“Omnisha keep us safe” one man muttered and made the sign of the cog.
“ARM PLASMA ANIHALTOR! PREPARE TO FIRE ON MY MARK!” she said and grinned a evil smile.
“ANGELUS AND HASTSI WILL WITHDRAW!” continued as the preparations was begun.
In the meantime she continued her deadly ballet with the enemy, weapons and shields sparkling fiercely in the rain that hammered the battleground around them.
She felt the steady build up of heat in the weapon, she looked with the eyes of her companion and saw her foe in all its horrid splendour. But just as she was about to fire a gruesome death cry filled her mind.

The Angelus who had been on the receiving end of several salvoes was relived to get the order to pull back, but it came to late. Limping badly and with several key systems out of action it made a easy prey for the enemy pack leader. The last moments of its long and glorious service came when it turned to face an enemy armour company. Distracted from the far more dire threat posed by the enemy Titan it never saw the shot that ended its life. The searing heat from the plasma ordnance broke down its last shield and melted its proud head, and reduced its chest to slag. It managed to howl one last time in pain before it fell silent. Its form came thundering down to the ground and a great cloud of black smoke rose from it.
Silence filled the Adeptus Mech and Imperial guard vox frequencies when the god engine died.
That only lasted for a short time however, soon the net was aflame with howls of rage and outcry.
But these trivial things came to an end when the crazed howl of the Princep of the Kingslayer filled the air and made the ground tremble.

This was a great new post,kingslayer, you are bad ass. nice to see you return to your excelent ways.

I liked the contrast between the infantry battle and the God Engines stalking above them . Kill those heretic Titans!

Nicely written. I especially liked this line: "Flamers and plasma guns hissed and spat death while heavy bolters and las weapons joined in. under this tremendous amount of fire power they advanced like a rust red tide of horror."