So, just putting this out there, how are we going to do the campaign on Gallor? OP, are you going to use numbers or is it going to be a more fancy-pants way of doing it? Because this could get pretty complicated with the "No killing other characters" rule. Would a ground war map of Gallor be required?

Also, does anyone actually know what is in the vault?

We could kill our own characters off or role a die and see if they die

"Gakhead! Get down!"

Sergeant Grey grabbed Collonsy's shoulder and wrenched the flailing guardsman behind the rock face. A warp-charged snotling burst into existence where his head had been, squealing in terror. It was evaporated in a similar amount of time by Grey's laspistol. "Keep your damn head in cover unless I tell you not to!"

"Yessir!" blurted Collonsy, staring at the snotling's remains. The rest of Grey's squad were glued to the icy stone, sheltering from the snow sweeping over their heads. And the bullets. Most certainly the bullets.

This was it. The big push. Arcturia's primary mining site, refinery and manufactorum, Manufactorum Alpha-0, was the last bastion of resistance between the Cadian 13th and leaving this frozen rock behind. Grey couldn't wait. It wasn't uncommon for men to lose extremities to frostbite, and have toes amputated. Grey wasn't even sure he had toes anymore. Putting another red stripe on his shoulder pad would be welcome. He looked at the men around him. Most had only two or three stripes, some with less. Each red stripe was symbolic, showing how many wars the guardsmen had survived. Grey himself didn't need to look: eight stripes. He'd been damn lucky to make it this long. And he'd be damned if his pad would be scrubbed clean today.

"Sergeant! Vox!" Corporal Graynard shouted, vox horn extended. "Captain here for you!" Grey took the device, cradling it to his frozen ear.

"++Sergeant Grey! Can you hear me?++"

"I hear you, Captain! What do you need?"

"++Two hundred metres from your position, due west. Machine gun nest. Get some suppressive fire on that thing so the snipers can get a bead on them!++"

"Acknowledged, Captain."
There was no reply: the line was already dead.

Grey pulled two frag grenades from his webbing, and distributed them out to Yantz and Wilcox.
"You two, throw these over there and get down." The troopers nodded, stress tight in their face, like a mask.
"The rest of you, we're going to be getting into the shell holes these two make. Don't run too early, or you'll be shredded. Too late and the orks will shoot you down like a fowl in season. Any questions?"

"Sir," Corporal Graynard shouted. "What then?"

"Listen to me, and shoot the bastards. In that order. On my mark!"

Grey waited for his squad to form up behind him. Except Regis. Regis was the lankiest man in the squad, and the fastest runner. At least one of them would get across, Grey thought.
"Throw!"
Grey had his hand on Regis' shoulder, ready to push him when to run. The hail of bullets intensified, building to a crescendo.
"Wait for it..."

BANG

Grenades gone.
Debris thrown up.
Sky blackened.
Hail, snow and slurry.
No bullets.

"Go! Go!"

Two grenades.
One explosion.
Regis running.
No.
No.
Not good.

"Regis!"

It was no use. He was too quick. The second grenade blossomed up, briefly sillouhetting the Cadian. Then the black image was drowned in flames. Scraps of dark material rained over Grey, still alight.
There were hands pushing him, driving him into Regis' grave. He scrambled, pushing back. No use. Too many hands. Cold, Cadian hands. Trooper Carner's hands.
Then they were in the pit, pushing up against the melting ice, the cold water spilling over their red faces. A face swam into Grey's vision. Corporal Graynard. His vox-caster lay aside from him, strewn on the base of the crater.
"What now Sarge?"

Grey couldn't hear himself think. His voice took over on autopilot.
"Get down and deal with it!"

The crackle of lasfire answered his order, and the hail of ork fire suddenly ended. The fallen vox crackled into life.
"++Sergeant Grey! Nice work. The gun nest is clear now!++"

"Yeah... It is..."

"++You alright there, lad?++"

Grey looked down at himself. Triage 101. Huh. That shard of ice was certainly not embedded in his arm before. He pulled out his laspistol, and discharged it parallel to his limb. Almost instantly, the fragment of the world disintegrated in the face of the Imperial heat. A thick bandage followed in it's wake.
"It's nothing." A pause. "What now?"

"++See if you can get a marker over by that gun nest and we can call in the Arty Boys or the air support. Watch yourself.++"

Sergeant Grey threw aside the speaker horn. He'd had just about enough of Arcturia.Time to get it over with. He rolled to his knees, head below the lip of the crater. The rest of his squad gazed at him, expectant loyalty in their violet eyes. Time to get it over with.

"Someone toss me a smoke flare."

So, actual story part in the first spoiler tag, nice to see Sergeant Grey got a promotion after the battle too! Also, a cheeky bit of bargaining from the commander, will that be tolerated?

That froststeel should come in useful for Imperial Guard forces, not so much for Astartes, who probably wouldn't let their wargear get tampered with in such a way.

Onwards to Gallor, I guess?

The State of Gallor Prime

Centuries ago Gallor Prime was but a simple Imperial world of no particular note or value. Built of four roughly equal continents Gallor Prime housed 4 hive cities one on each continent. Each Contienent is labeled A, B, C, and D. Continent A is basically one large rain forest, B is a wasteland, C is a frozen tundra, and D is mostly open planes.

Continent A is where the Eldar have gathered most, they are not only in out numbered by the orks, but are in competition with the human resistant fighters, The Eldar are mighty but have been fighting against constant gorilla style raids from both humans and ork commandos. The wasteland continent is essentially the ork’s playground. They have enslaved all the humans on this continent and forced them to produce more weapons and ammunition for them. The Continent is ruled by an ork known as GoreBone Killchopp “Da Overfiend”, The orks fight with themselves, Eldar scouts, chaos cultists and generally whoever, little to everyone’s knowledge Deathwatch scouts have been here on recon. The Vault is buried under the Frozen Hive city of Tartarus on continent C, it makes the most sense that the Remnants would be most fortified here, random orks and Eldar scouts are also here skirmishing, again more Deathwatch here to. Lastly continent is home to the only hive with known human life so this is the Imperials foot hold on the planet losing it would be a devastating blow to the liberation of Gallor Prime. An ork Big Mek named “BoomGob” marches for the city with an army of Stompas, Gargants, Gorkanauts and all other sorts of killy contraptions. This threat must be eliminated if Gallor prime is to be won.

As there are way more Imperials than chaos and xenos we essentially need more bad guys to fight so bellow I’ve included a list of random npcs and missions for The Imperials to murder, thus letting everyone get a turn to kill someone.

1 The Deffense of Hive Hasselgrave. As mentioned earlier a Big Mek named BoomGob is approaching the last populated hive city with a army of titans. Sounds like a job for some Imperial knights or space marines.

2 Freeing the Slaves. Many of the Populace of Gallor prime have been enslave by the orks. Freeing them would hurt the ork war machine and possible yield new recruits for the guard.

3 Kill the Beast. The ork known as the “The Overfiend” must die. It will be a difficult and bloody mission but killing him would completely disorganize the local ork.

4 Viva le Resistance. Resistance fighters on continent A will join the crusade if you can help liberate their homes from two pesky individuals. A BloodAxe Warboss known as “GoreSneeka” and a Eldar Solitaire known only as the “Red Wind”.

5 The Separation of Church and State. A preacher referred to as Father Estevan has been converting the local populace to a church dedicated to Chaos undivided. He has four chaos marines protecting him one for each god of chaos. Killing him may slow the taint of chaos on this world.

6 The Sisters of Battle. Gallor Prime was once home to a convent of the Adeptus Sorritas, but they have not been heard from in years. Perhaps they can be found, or perhaps they are dead, or perhaps something worse.

7 How far have we have fallen. There is an infamous Fallen Imperial fist named Dezmon stalking the battle fields of continent B, he is a powerful foe. Ending him will not only restore chapter honor but demoralize the enemy. Be weary he is a powerful champion of Khorne and has many berserkers at his command.

8 The Lord Inquisitor. Inquisitor Tellum is a man who spent his life studying the Vault the orks and chaos fight over. However, he has been captured by a Remnants sorcerer named Gallvoth. The Inquistor could be invaluable to understanding what the orks have planned.

9 A wolf in sheep’s clothing. There is a traitor in the Imperial ranks (this I leave as more of a suggestion to anyone wanting to shake things up, revealing that they were the traitor all along ha ha ha.)

As for Chaos, orks, and Eldar everything we do is concerned with either opening or sealing the vault so what we write should be focused more on that than what the overall fate of the planet will be.

well you have your gift, but is plasma really a gift? haha. I hope people dont mind the lack of action but just a little banter. Its how I would imagine a Lord would react, maybe throwing them to their death if there wasnt "blood" in that unit.

Damn Chaz, that's good. Mind if I PM you about working together to build the campaign map?

Haha, wasn't sure how the Lord-General would take the offer. Plasma is always a welcome commodity. The "honour" of vanguard? Not so much.

Also, I'll just put my proposition out for everyone. If you want to defeat some of the Cadian 13th in their next engagement (and actually kill off Sergeant Grey), you are free to do so. Guardsmen don't exactly live long anyway, and adds a bit of threat to the whole campaign.

Ill take the rogue Fist and Father Estevan. My chapter is vindictive against traitors so I feel that these fit them extremely fluff wise. Allow me to write the fluff

1. Death from Above: Knock out the Warmind. The last orbital defence station hangs in orbit, only a minor threat, but still relays intelligence to the Imperials. Board it and destroy it from the inside.

2. Creeping Bombardment: Imperial artillery is ravaging the no-man's-land. Deploy deep in Imperial territory and knock them out.

3. Running low: Your forces will be unable to produce war material for long. However, an Adeptus Mechanicus outpost lies nearby, still guarded by a detachment of Skitarii and Battle-Automata. You know what to do.

4. Occupational hazards: Perhaps getting the locals to assist you wouldn't be such a bad idea. They're worth far less than your scrubs, and cheaper to boot. Either as meat shield, or as a work-force, human auxilliaries could be very useful.

5. General problems: An Imperial convoy is moving to the front lines. Better still, they have General Bertram Fracash in their midst, a local hero of the native regiments. As a captive or war-trophy, his loss would mean a catastrophe from the Imperium.