So, just wanted to show off a bit of the banter between Cadians in their off time in RAG base and flesh out Sergeant Grey a bit more.

Arcturia has gone well for the 13th, and will soon be commencing their final assault on the Primus Manufactorum.

In the meantime, just what are those Deathwatch up to?

Moving the eastern front forward, not bogged down with deamons. Though lost 50% of the men. Excited to join the fists!

Ah, so THAT'S what's in the staff. OOC, I'm damned nervous to open that now. Too bad no-one knows... before it's too late! **dum dum DUUUM**

So still no staff for old Grinbad, I was a bit inspired by Righteousrob's story about the staff, I think I want to write something like this for the remaining three relics, 4 relics 4 gods of chaos a coincidence... yes entirely or was it. But I will get to that after I finish my next bit for my Imperial guard, rounding up peasants for conscript legions is exhausting work

The Deathwatch have returned! Not exactly doing much, but who knows what may go down on Gallor?

Bonus points if you spotted my not-so subtle Space Marine reference in there, but he really does lead my in-game Deathwatch army.

ok for sake of pure randomness can someone giv me 2 random numbers, 1-100 to decide on how the encounter goes. no cheating by me, does it turn out good or bad, you decide.

If no-one's already done it, then I'll give you numbers?
45 and 73, if you don't mind.

The endgame has started for Gallor Prime! Who will live, who will die? (enough forces to choose from I'd say)

And what will happen to the mysterious staff? Perhaps it has indeed influenced someone amongst the Remnants already... revelations will follow, soon!

So the Faustians are on route to Gallor Prime with a bunch of extra fodder in tow. so we got orks, chaos and now guard fighting over control of Gallor Prime, what will happen when they get there? will the Remnants fulfill their plan or will the orks open this vault and let loose whatever power lays within it? I want to know to, can't wait to see what will happen next.

ok so im writing my chunk, so far landing has gone roughly to plan, the alpha strike suceeded but the traitor orbital stations have given them enough warning to spread out forcing a block by block fight.

Traitors are putting up a good fight though and delaying my force with there actions form helping in other areas.

The plasma drives fired, enormous furnaces hot as the very stars burst into life and Strike Force Hammer Broke warp headed to the rebellious planets in full force, 420 Marines strong now, Thousands of Guard, hard bitten veterans of the battles for the planets, all now hardened warriors and no longer the weak fodder they where before, almost good enough for the Marshall, Humans never quite could match a Marine however tough, even the legendary Karskin brigades where wanting. Striding down the quiet training hall, the Marshall and a small retinue arrived at the right place. The lecturiam, inside 50 trainee;s receiving there early group training, Bolters where the weapon of this session, Sword Brethren Deamos looking on, those who excelled would be marked for specialist training in marksmanship, as Chaplain Vargos trained advanced swordsmanship the Marshall took a select few and would be given more advanced strategic training, Battle Tactics and simulated campaigns. many of his students became NCO's and SGT's of note.

There training differed slightly from the normal Templar methods, group training was longer before being apprenticed by a full battle brother and senior veterans had a larger hand in training, few Marshalls took such a hand in the forming of new recruits but it was his belief that those whom the chapter owed there future should be the finest warriors possible, even if it took his own hand to do it.

"Lord Marshall, the the plan is ready as you ordered, all sqauds and equipment is prepared, ready to go when the fleet hits orbit"
"good, good SGT Tangir, your organisation and planning are ahead of schedule as ever, even when the ETA is 12 hours ahead of the plan" Sgt Tangir was the best logistics Officer the Marshall has ever seen, no slouch in combat but his true talent was in the planning and preparations. such talent others would have wasted after losing his legs to bio acid, Lord Karak embraced and nurtured for the fruits paid off in men such as him.

"Thank you my lord, now i must attend to the batteries, the 7th cannon to port is currently having faults"

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meanwhile down on the surface, deep in the ruins of old factory long abandoned and stripped of machines and anything of value the Cultist command post was set up, the Lower wards now secure forces where driving up, though house troops and remaining guard loyal to the False emperor where putting up stubborn resistance and making them pay a steep price for every block, gate and building they took. A hard veteran, every other ahead of him here was dead by the fires of war or his own hand, the few bodyguards and sub officers had fought up with him every bloody step of the ladder, Blood, buckets of blood, once a officer in the PDF, the lords long held him back now the resentment was manfest in the fires of war and chaos where a man could achieve any rank if you where tough, smart and ruthless enough,

"Orbital station, what you gibbering about over there"

"warp signatures sir, identity unknown, the hacked sub satellites should be clearer in a few hours once that damned solar flare is gone. "

"then work on it, and stop blabbering or you will be the sacrifice not the slaves"

The hacked defense satellites did not have the punch the guardian stations had, only 3 had been corrupted, the remaining had been shut down and could no longer interfere. They would send men up if they could but the times of ice had come, the Northern hives where in cased in meters of thick iron had ice, the chill winds and snow was as thick to bury a small titan and the cold would kill a man in minutes outside the walls or on the pads. no one could come to the hives aid, but then again they could have no help, this was there fight alone. it was the kind of war that tested men, Chaos tested them. and they would earn there rewards.

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"Drop, T minis 30 minutes, all shields up, batteries armed, lances charged, bulk heads secured and all repair times to battle stations my lord"

Good, the ships where ready, the same played out the smaller cruisers and the far lighter but very potently equipped destroyers, fast, agile and mounting formidable arrays of torpedo's. lances and one even a small calibre bombardment cannon as a nasty surprise to its foes.

"Activate the Jammers, Blind them, isolate them. "

the wait, 25 minutes had passed, crews silent in the darkness, the massive bridge hummed with activity and crews, a ship at war was a sight to behold.

"Defense satellites just went hot, got 3 targets going live, Torps are in the void. "

"hard a port, Lances to fire soon as the broadside can get a lock"

In the Blackness of the void the beams of energy flashed across at nearly the speed of light. great bursts of explosions as 2 of the satellites where obliterated before the shields could even react. nuclear fires erupted and magazines detonated with enough force to vaporize the hulks to nothing but ash. the 3rd took the hit, tubes destroyed, half the station was venting into the void, the traitor crew was going to die, but they would sell there lives high as they could.

"board what remains of the third, any captives to be interrogated and disposed of. Black sword to deploy parties to the effect then continue with planetary assault".

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Meanwhile on the surface.

"Comms, gone, orbit gone, what the feth is going on, you broke this fething kit"

"No, all went dead, some Fragger up there is jamming everything, its powerful, no way to override it, last thing we got was a garbled message, Battleship, cruisers, Black..... then it cut off. "

"Black, feth the damned inquisition, or Marines, Both ways the fight is going to be tough, OI, you ya lazy git, get the squad of those green ass lot we found in the sewers, get em running messages out to all commands, break up, delay them long as you can, make em search this damned hive block by fething block to dig us out. "

Damn, the plan was fething up, no wonder the blood cults would relish it, fools, the path of skulls was littered with your own, all dead as the ones they rammed there crude axes into, Marines no doubt, the damn loyalists would do one thing, thin out the herd of those damned frothing idiots, a equal danger to there own forces. .

Gunfire, explosions, what the feth was going on now, The metal door was sent flying meters across the room killing several man, Stood nearly 3m tall, Armour black and a great hammer sheethed in energy in its right gauntlet. the last thing they knew was the sound as bolters tore the room apart, death was quick, brutal but quick. a scene played out across the entire lower hive, the control points where gone, Marines smashing in via drop pods or the Thunder hawks as the city realed from the shock as Bombardment cannons and lance strikes leveled entire sections.

Looking down, the Traitor General felt the shocks, the bombardment was fierce, the upper hive was well shielded as rounds merely sent great thunderclaps of noise and vibrated the floors, but down there all manner of hell was breaking loose, all the better as every minute they forught that rabble, the longer he had to capture the upper spire and then turn the great orbital lasers upon the ships in orbit.

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"progress"

"Good Lord Marshall, the traitors have spread out but the alpha strike has destroyed 98% of the control points, no loss's, 5 wounded. lower city is swarming with scum but task force Thunder has secured the eastern pads and is now deploying the second wave, Task force Iron is driving back the enemy near the main square and Task force Long bow is setting up near Thunder to defend against a counter attack. "

"Excellent, they are behaving as predicted, it will take several days to even begin to purge the lower hive, Prepare my task force, once the Armour is dropped we push to the gates and begin the drive to relive the upper hive."

Down on the pads far below the orbiting ships tech marines cleared the pads of wrecks and rubble supported by servitors for the coming 2nd wave, snow drifted into the hives lower levels from the great breaches and it was cold, nice and cold, the human scum would find things harder, Marines in power Armour where immune to this and eve now mass's of red clad savages had been repealed twice to the north, filed teach, crude weapons and savage blades had been useless against the might of the Templers, each wave torn apart by bolter shells and chain swords. far in the distance the brutes where gathering a third wave of savage fodder, far larger or guarded by those who where they were not dumb enough to charge the Marine positions. Traitors, Cowards, they would all soon learn the price of treason.....
High on the upper spire, groups of tired defenders rested whilst they could, the battle had been near on constant for two weeks, it no longer mattered who was what before, Hive gangers, Arbrates, PDF, Household troops or militia, bitter enemies where now fighting solely to survive and surpassed any past arguments or alliances.


The PDF trooper tapped the Judge on the shoulder, such as act was death before, now things had changed, “Ready with the cover fire?”
“aye, just make sure you throw that demo charge far enough”
Readying a brutal looking combat shotgun the Judge took down a group of Traitors on the flank as the PDF trooper tossed a demo charge far below.
“that il of got their attention, best be gone quick”
“moving” the thick armour the judge wore was ideal for this kind of combat, but at a price of weight, many now wore scavenged carpeice armour, weapons where anything they could get ranging from plasma guns and hell guns to auto guns and crude but effective hive forged firearms.


General Slurm walked down the Control post, tossing the empty canned drink aside and stepping into the former merchants house, “Report, what news of our reinforcements”

“Scattered, but reports sugest Marines have landed and are attacking the lower hive alongside the Admech, Inquisition citadel is holding and preventing our right from being overwhelmed but even they cannot hold out forever. The troops are holding on to the will to fight by a thread, two weeks of sustained combat with no rest, we have a week at best” The commissar looked war beaten, sporting several new wounds and cuts in his once pristine uniform, though the men respected him the more for it, dirty, blooded and showing he was a veteran of the fight.

“Blunt commissar, but i value honesty, yes the mens spirits are strong but bodies are wearing out, it won’t be there spirits that give but there strength. “

“yes General, things are getting close to the wire, we lost 100m today, the line was stretched too far, much as i hate to retreat and would normally shoot anyone who suggested it, it was the only option”

“Yes, yes, the only way” sighed the general, they had lost 500m this week and the traitors numbers only seemed to grow.

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Though hope was coming, down below in the lower hive the Marshall and a handpicked force was planning a daring attack, Thunder hawks would drop them onto the very icey walls of the hive, using melta bombs and special equipment designed by tech marines they would come in behind the traitor lines and push onto the Imperial positions. It had its risk and if it went wrong would be a disaster but from there if they could hold the upper hive long enough to force the Traitors between the advancing forces below and a solid wall of a ceramite above.

I'll finish off my Arcturia campaign soon enough and get the Cadians in the fight.
Also, no idea what Aurelius has been doing, but he's coming back for this! Did you miss him?

This is all shaping up very nicely indeed!

Is it too late to join whatever badassery I am witnessing here?

The history of the relics, adding to just what is inside the vault. By the way this story was inspired by Righteousrob's bit about the staff, hope you enjoy

Current fluff is at http://1d4chan.org/wiki/New_Order. I havent gone and tidied up the fluff for them so be warned.