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OOC: They're probably not stupid enough to go that low, Low orbit is for occupation once enemy space assets are confirmed as destroyed.

Kal'urek saw that everything was starting to come together, perhaps they might make it off of this rock alive, and send the Imperium flying away with their tails between their legs.

He turned and left the room, heading back towards where he had been stored in stasis until they had woke him hours before, "Priest, ensure that everything is ready to go. I wish to survive another day." he said to the priest that had roused him from his slumber. As he stood there, the priest went to work, using his "servitors" to ensure that every moving part of Kal'urek's chassis was in good working order.

With preparations under way, the entombed Astartes wondered how the battle might play out, but quickly shook the thought from his head. There was no room for speculation, there was simply preparation and siege. He only wished that they were taking this planet, and not holding it long enough to escape. The Astartes of the 4th and 8th would have excelled at the warfare needed to take this rock, but he had his doubts about whether they could hold it.

Gray and a select group of his cultists (not including their cult's leader) were gathering their special weaponry, which Gray had just finished tinkering with. They had also worked together to make another ammo box for the dreadnought for if he should want to blow up massed infantry in one go (with a small chance of exploding those nearby instead, of course).

OOC: You do know Nids that Chaos fleets are out-matched in most naval battles with the Imperium? Chaos fleets rarely go for full on engagements, and use a mix of ambush and hit and run to properly defeat the enemy vessels. Over Vraks, Anarchy's Heart was only able to cripple a few ships before being blown to smithereens after leaving cover.

OOC: No, i didnt know that...

well, Ambush I have already said, Hit and run will go later

 IHateNids wrote:
OOC: No, i didnt know that...

well, Ambush I have already said, Hit and run will go later

OOC: Well then, you won't be able to properly conduct such an attack. Also, it's fairly OP, just to destroy an Imperial craft in one shot. Most naval engagements of 40k don't just take hours, they take days. We have enough time before the Imperials enter the atmosphere to properly weaken their forces.

 IHateNids wrote:
OOC: No, i didnt know that...

well, Ambush I have already said, Hit and run will go later

OOC: Yeah, Chaos Fleets are glass cannons unless they happen to be corrupted Imperial ships that we hijacked/taken when the warband went traitor.


In Character:

Achiaros's servants had returned. They had food to sustain themselves, and would soon be ready to depart. Achiaros did not usually eat, he was both literally and figuratively fed in combat. The hives that existed in his power pack also lived inside him. He was a psyker of Nurgle, and the minds and bodies of these insects were intertwined with his. When the swarm fed and returned to his body, it sustained him. As his servants finished, the servitor pilot started the lander. Achiaros sent a vox message over several of the higher up channels,

"Does anyone has some orders? I grow weary of sitting."

Kain had returned to working on his Auto-cannon, tinkering with the weapon in order to prepare it for the battle with the guard, despite not knowing of what the Imperials would bring with their invasion. He knew that they would dominate the orbit of the planet if the ship-masters where not able to conduct themselves in a coordinated manner, for the Imperial invasion fleets where armed with weapons that could carve apart the planet and their small fleet. Kain hoped that the fortifications that they had under their control could sustain the fire from the Imperium's ships, but if even a fraction of the landing craft, or troop transports where destroyed, he and his allies would have a chance. He wasn't too much of a pessimist, but he'd realised the low amount of forces they had at their disposal, and the weaponry and technology that was required to deal with the Guard. He hefted up the Auto-cannon, and aimed the heavy weapon at the pile of rubble he had gathered up and formed into a guard sized figure. He flipped of the safety and aimed, quickly setting the cannon to a specific ammunition type withing his helm. He fire, watching as the pile exploded as the standard round slammed into it. He quickly changed the ammo type as he turned to the next pile, firing it, the shell impacted, releasing acid all over the stone and metal. It quickly became corroded and burnt. He smiled. A way to deal with both tanks and groups of infantry at the same time. His com buzzed, relaying a message, which he quickly responded to;

"I'm guessing we will recieve them once the Imperials arrive."

OOC: Basically what Kain looks like;

"Plauge marine Achairos" Cato said, over the vox, his position at the top of the hive spire giving him a good reception to those on the moon. "I suggest that you, glorious servant og Nurgle that you are, travel to the surface of Aplora and gather together as many cultists as you can, then chose a place to defend, be it hive Primaris with my forces, the cults we have gathered and I, or another hive." He paused for a moment, his voice muffled as he issued orders.

"It would be useful to have more soldiers around the primary hive, it is the most populous and the most difficult to defend"

"Give me the coordinates of the location where you expect the fighting to be thickest" he replied to the Fractured Sons marine.

The clunky shuttle's engine roared to life, and it slowly rose and began its flight to the surface of the planet.

"May I recieve pick up? I'd be too slow on foot to get their and set up a position."

"May I recieve pick up? I'd be too slow on foot to get their and set up a position."

"My shuttle is too small to carry more than 1 or 2 marines, the Fractured Sons Thunderhawk, however, may suffice, if they are willing to spare it."

After a quick walk threw of the surrounding area he took notice of the cultists or more importantly their weaponry. They normally were crudely fashioned but despite the obvious limitations put upon resources their weapons seems rather refined by their standards. Perhaps a skilled hand behind their crafting. He Thinks back to the war room, few humans were present and not serving as waking monuments of ruinous worship and decoration. Other than that brash women their was another who caught Rygars attention, the human male who stood mostly silent seemingly lost in thought. His position amongst the weak willed meat shields must be elevated for his presence during a war council to be tolerated so perhaps he was behind it. 

He made a mental note of this and his possible future use to his units equipment. Rygar opened Vox channel with his 2nd in command Jorgan "status" 
Jorgan took a moment but replies " the 'trespasser' sits ready for assault with both it's crew and weapons made ready. The men stand in midnight clad" 
It impatience in Jorgan's own voice reflecting that of his men, this brought a odd grin across Rygars face. His men brought fury to the battlefield once teased with battle as it did with him. His blood boiled as another tremor from his heavy bolters machine spirit barked at him.
"Good. Im making my return now"

He turned to return to his ship opening Vox communication with Sandman "this is Havoc Sergeant Rygar, Your men have been received and my Thunderhawk stands ready. Have you and that..Luna Wolf reached a strategic compromise?.. My assessment of the forces gathered here is grim if were spread to thin" 
he pushed to see what he would get back, was or had sandman lost his mind? Some of the things he said made little sense but so it was with those of his nature..tzeentch. 'eh' fact was lives hung in the balance, night lord lives and the legion was in dire need to preserve their numbers when at all possible.  Those unfit to properly lead a night lord band..should not lead.. But better a Sorcerer than a damned Luna Wolf. Rygars hate for the black legion ran deep but not deeper than his genetic rage aimed toward the Emperors will.
'I will do as I have to.' he tells himself. 

His thoughts drifted as he approached his Thunderhawk awaiting a reply from the psyker. The  deep dark blue color brought comfort to Rygar, as did the night lord emblem painted across it side. 

"This is Kain, I'm attempting to contact you Night lord in the attempt to recieve a ride to the main hive-city of this planet. By any chance would you be able to deploy your help by getting their using the Thunderhawk?"

Kain?.. Ah the Iron Warrior who spoke at the meet. He found the bickering of ideas irritating and in turn Kain but that was no reason to deny him. Beyond his own Legion the Iron Warriors were one of the few he didn't have to tolerate and being a havoc had swept over many a field of battle with them at his side. Not all victories, even some against other Iron warriors but still.

"Kain, this is Rygar of the Night Lords Havoc squad. Our orders and deployment positions are not yet given and are currently in stand by.. We will take you to your destination Iron Warrior but until further Orders I Cannot give any further support than this. Head to the Docking bay" 

((OOC : if you want can just jump to being dropped off or actually rp the ride with me either way is cool.If your just going to jump to being dropped off you can take ammo, grenades and such stuff. )

(OOC) Thanks for the ride

Kain clambered aboard the Thunderhawk, hefting his Auto-cannon with him as he took his place alongside the Night Lords who surrounded him.

OOC: Can we have Alfndrate's character added to the first post please?

BIC: Gray called for one of his cultists to clean up the mess that had so recently been one of his best followers carrying a modified lasgun/grenade launcher. He had turned the power setting on his forcefield and weaponry down a little after the incident, although logic told him that it had been unlucky. He'd tested the weapon out of a less important cultist first, after all.

Kain and Rygar both now aboard the Thunderhawk it begins to lift off. Jorgan of the Nightlord's sat in The pilots seat shifting from side to side reaching over the many levers as the Thunderhawk took off. All necessary clearance already taken care of not to be shot done by whatever defenses the strong hold most likely had prepared for the coming tides of war.

 The Newly integrated marines glared at the Iron Warrior, perhaps out of some misplaced anger or loyalty to their 'lord' Sandman. Had the specifics of who opposed his plans Become such common knowledge? Rygar took further note of this and the nature in which Sandman might operate amongst allies.
Rygar made his way back from the side of the pilot, a well placed glare dismissing their attentions from the Iron Warrior.

"Battle brother you are alone? I expected a squad to follow your lead into the coming battle" Rygar's question as genuine as one could get.
His eyes fell onto Kains Auto-cannon, it was worlds beyond those that recently fell under his command. It's upkeep was impeccable and was obviously the  extension of the veteran before him. He took similar care of the Relic he held across his hip, it belonging to his Sargent and mentor.

"I have no troops at my command, yet, but until then, I have a closer ally to assist me in battle."

Kain raised his Auto-cannon before lowering it;

"It has served me well these last few centuries, and continues to as an ally closer than several others who I have fought alongside before."

Rygar nooded acknowledging his words. "truly a glorious weapon, not many of it's condition can be seen amongst the war bands." the Thunderhawk shook violently for a moment before Jorgan's voice came over Vox "approaching primary Hive" Rygar met the news with silence focusing on the Iron Warrior.
"tell me Kain, what your purpose being dispatched to the Hive? Are you to rendezvous with the dreadnought?" he was unclear on the current status of the strategy and hoped to get some insight. 

Kain smiled behind his helm at the admiration of his weapon, but quickly switched back to the subject of the hive;

"No, I believe it to be the easiest to defend location once the Imperial landing force has broken through the atmosphere, though I hope the Sandman and the other ship commanders will be able to destroy some of the Imperial craft before they can land. It offers some help to the defending force. I also hope that we could possibly board a landing craft, and steal some of it's contents for our own uses if it is damaged before landing."

OOC:

Sandman was busy overseeing the preparations of his own forces in the bombed out ruin of an old Manufactorum unit. He had heard Rygar's transmission, choosing to ignore it for the moment as he could hear other voices across the Vox links, not only of Rygar, but also of the other two Havocs he had sent under Rygar's command. His own preparations where not going well, and the Echo's admiral had voxed concerns that the Weapon Batteries might not be able to kick out a full power strike immediately after dropping a Cloaking Field, meaning the ship would be open to any of the possible fire directed at it before it could destroy its priamry targets. On top of this, the Forgefiend had decided it wanted to kill something, meaning he was about 5 serfs and a Marine down. For now, he had tamed the Daemon within, and hjad its Autocannons removed while the escence was out.

The Vox chat from Rygar's group had stopped, so Sandman re-opened the Vox channel, keeping his voice at its usual monotone, despite the building annoyances.
"What are you after Havoc?"
While awaiting the response, Sandman set about trying to Organise some kind of Battle strategy. He sought out Presc, and asked for an update.
"Everything is in shape, just waiting for something to shoot at. I have people ready to reattach the dog's cannons once we see the enemy"
"Good man. Hopefully the wait will not be long"
He turned and walked back to the top floor of the Manufactorum, up to a large section of Collapsed wall, from where he could see a vast ammount of the cityscape. He could also see Cato's Rouge geosynced above the main spire. He turned his Vox to the Echo.
"How's things coming admiral?"
"Ready for it. Figured out the solution to the Cloak or Cannons problem"
"Good. Be ready for action at a moment's notice, I have no idea when these imperial bastards will arrive"
"Aye sir"

Closing the link, Sandman clasped his hands behind his back, and awaited Rygar's response.

OOC: You have a Strike Cruiser? Okay, I call shenanigans. That's a tad overpowered. Can we have some limits to our armories and retinues?

OOC, it was in my Character, and no-one said anything...

OOC: It's a Strike Cruiser. No one else has that amount of power here.

OOC: I honestly didnt think it would matter for anything, other than getting rid of those things that wont actually serve any purpose... Its not like im gonna be calling Orbital Stikes on everything...

OOC:

Bronsk and Captain Ilissus climbed an ornate marble staircase, followed closely by an elite cohort of heavily augmented warriors. Turning into an arched door off the main passage, Illisus lifted a cipher talisman to a sensor panel. A heavy blast pealed the door back, flooding the oily gloom of the corridor with the harsh, bright light of Aplora

The Storm Eagle "Municipal", all 500 tonnes of it, swung in over the skyshield landing platform and descended on its wailing thrusters, into the crater pocked square. The tremendous down wash pushed cloud of dust into the air. The vessel set down hard,
the reinforced steel whining under its steel padded landing struts. Its rear ramp whined open, Captain Ilissus climbed on board first, followed by Bronsk and his warriors.

"This will be bloody, the fleet will be crippled by the Imperials. It will be fast and brutal" said Bronsk, gripping an overhead metal strut for balance.

"If you say that does not appeal to you Bronsk, I will call you a liar." replied Ilissus, strapping herself into a chair made for a person far larger.

"We shall position ourselves as close to the sun as we can, the magnetic interference will render us invisible to the Imperials sensor arrays, we shall engage when an opportunity presents itself."

 blood reaper wrote:
OOC: It's a Strike Cruiser. No one else has that amount of power here.

OOC: I have a strike cruiser, but like no ground forces whatsoever. Only wanted to RP some ship battles

OOC: Eh, it's fine.

He listened to Kain and saw little flaw beyond the possibility of the uknown in his line of thinking "Yes it would be ideal for those with the fire power to use it effectively to lessen the landing strength of the enemy and the burden of the front line" a slightly look into his lack of faith in any of those in possession of ships willing to risk losing them in a effective offensive. "sound assessment" 
The Thunderhawk rattles slightly as if moaning while getting into a landing  position.
  Over private channel Jorgan Voxs Rygar "we have arrived ...and sandman is attempting to patch In" Rygar motioned to Kain with a hand gesture "we have arrived, our supplies are limited but we have ammunition to 'spare'. Take what you need and glory be to you" 
Rygar did not make a habit of wasting supplies but Kain seemed more capable than most he had the displeasure of coming across at the fortress. If he could take his meager offering and accomplish what he intended on it would of been a worth while investment.. If anything Rygar fought the urge to aid him.
 
the Thunderhawk landed, cultists could be seen in the distance.  The nightlord's did not like being a taxi service but it was better than sitting still waiting for orders. They managed to get a better understanding of the surrounding area, terrain and tactical points that might come in handy later.. They arrived not long before the threat of battle.
Rygar responds to sandman over the Vox "I am after nothing but the destruction of our enemies sandman... My weapons are yours to command and ready for deployment at your word.. My current location is inside the perimeter of the primary Hive. Your men carried no interaction of where you need my unit" 
He didn't feel like repeating his questions regarding the organization of the war bands, the dreadnought did well in playing a plan to defend against a siege.. As would be expected of a Iron Warrior. The tug of war seemed to be between the Sorcerer and the Luna wolf and Rygar was sure sandman was aware of the holes created by two decided forces giving orders.  

((OOC : Damn Luna wolf! Lol. Yeah Ihatenids I'm under your orders as of now. Don't take any negativity in character as an excuse to turn me into s chaos spawn . Also the extra supplies i have are mostly ammo and grenades. In my backstory we escaped with Enough basic supplies just the marines didn't make it. Thought about having a busted Rhino in here where I'd get Gray to do something with but im not sure of the full capacity of a Thunderhawk ))