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Lord Commander Jeremiah sighed. The reports had just come in from his commander on the ground, and the reports were both good and bad. Colonel Veck reported that he and his Kasrkin had succeeded in killing the Overfiend and throwing the local orks into disarray. He and his men were now launching follow up strikes on the orks to keep them off balanced. The other report was not so good. The rescue effort led by the 9th and 17th had been repulsed by the so called "Remnants" and both regiments had suffered heavy casualties and they were at risk of breaking. Jeremiah sighed, wondering what to do. Then it hit him. He needed to be on the ground, to inspire his men, let them see that their commander did care for their well-being, instead of just sending them to their deaths. Invigorated, he set off toward the shuttle bay with his command squad in tow.





Lord Commander Jeremiah is heading down to the planet now. Hopefully nobody wants to try and off him

So next, maybe a filler chunk. Or a update on the hive rebellion I left behind to tech guard.

Also some Inquisition grumbles, Titus might get a nice moan at.

Update on my anti ork WMD,

Good times.

“BREAK THEIR BACKS!”, a World Eater shouted, as he raised a Skitarii’s body over his head and broke its spine over his knee. Metal fragments flew in all directions, as the machine wailed an inhuman death cry, its oily blood staining the Berzerker’s greaves.

Lord Ravager cut down an advancing Skitarii with his chainaxe, before spinning around and slicing another in half with a horizontal swipe of his daemon axe. Oil spattered everywhere, electrical cables and wires violently spasming in the air as they were torn from their place.

He quickly scanned his surroundings for his next target, the machines advancing at a hellish pace at his group’s position. He saw two marines, one from the Harvest, the other from the Eightscarred, working together to gut a Kastellan, the first ramming his chainsword in the machine’s head as it held him in its iron grasp and the other brutally hacking into its legs until it finally came crashing to the ground. The two marines then leapt unto the Kastellan’s chest and ripped its body apart, furiously screaming and roaring their praise to Khorne.

Another Berzerker whirled around a few steps away from them, a chainaxe in each hand, descending on his foes like a hurricane. He charged at a group of Skitarii, who had been providing the rest of their kin with supporting fire, whose shots merely left scorch marks on the warrior’s crimson armour. Ten seconds later, the Skitarii lay dead, the heel of a maddened Berzerker stomping their remains into the ground.

The sound of great engines roaring into a charge caught Lord Ravager’s attention. From behind him, a Kastellan burst through a wall, its powerful stride kicking dust and debris into the air. Lord Ravager bellowed a challenge, before throwing himself at the giant machine.

He ducked underneath the Kastellan’s fist as it attempted to smash him into red past, and swung his daemon axe upwards, cleaving the machine’s leg apart at the joint. The Kastellan stumbled, its balance lost, but it was not out of the fight just yet. Using the momentum of his fall, the machine swung his arm in a large arc behind him, catching Lord Ravager in the back.

His Terminator armour reeled from the impact, as he was launched forwards into a wall, which he promptly crashed right through. He cursed as he picked himself up from the floor, the darkness of the room he was in temporarily disorienting him.

It took him a second to realize he wasn’t alone in the room.

A trio of Tech-priests, presumably the ones who had been controlling the machines outside, stood motionless at their work-stations, paralyzed as they were face to face with the crimson giant that they had been trying to murder for the past half hour.

Lord Ravager took a good look at them, and smiled widely, revving up his chainaxe once more.

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Lord Ravager walked through the halls of the now captured Mechanicus outpost, his underlings clearing the way for him as he made his way to the armoury. A few of his men were still smashing some of the Skitarii’s bodies apart, venting their eternal rage in the only way they knew how, while the more sensible among them were setting up defensive perimeters. He’d sent out two of them to rewire the outpost’ comms center, so they could make full use of the advanced communications grid the Mechanicus had set up here.

His most trusted lieutenants were already at the armoury, taking stock of the assembled resources there. Apparently, this outpost was like a miniature Forge, capable of producing large quantities of weapons and equipment at a moderate pace. All the better for the Remnants, of course; the added firepower could swing the conflict back into their favour.

One of his lieutenants called out to him from the end of the vast hall that was the armoury as he entered. He glanced to his sides as he approached the lieutenant’s position, taking note of the weapons his men had already started unloading from the various crates and boxes that littered the hall. Boltguns, Meltaguns, Plasma Rifles and pistols, a few Rocket Launchers, a few Stalker Pattern Boltguns, and enough lasguns to supply an entire platoon of guardsmen.

The Commander would be pleased, that much was certain.

The lieutenant, a marine from the Eightscarred, seemed awfully enthusiastic about something, his eyes glimmering with excitement. He stood by a heavily reinforced gate, which had been sealed with multiple codes and ID-readers. Lord Ravager took little note of the pile of discarded hands and eyes littering the ground near the Berzerker’s feet, his attention drawn by the locked gate.

“I hope you did not bring me here just to show me a locked door, lieutenant”, he started, giving the massive door another good look. “I’ve seen quite enough of those over the millennia.”

“The gate has already been unlocked, Lord. I just thought you would like a little surprise”, the marine replied, a hideous grin forming on his scarred face.

Lord Ravager looked at him quizzically, before motioning to the gate. “Well then open it, lieutenant. Let’s see this ‘surprise’ of yours. Just know that if it's an another attempt on my life, I'll kill you before that door is completely open. ”

The marine bowed, grinning at the remark, and picked up one of the metallic skulls around his feet, raising it up to one of the ID-scanners. The machine scanned the skull’s shape, blue light engulfing the metallic object for a few brief moments, before it shut down and a loud beep resounded through the hall.

The gate slid open, creaking and groaning as its gears moved behind the wall, gradually revealing a room that was even larger than the one they were standing in.

In it stood a row of Predators, Rhinos, Razorbacks, even an odd Land Speeder, and a couple of Leman Russes, all in perfect formation and condition. In the corner of the room, next to a Chimera, stood a few boxes, an open crate revealing a few Grav-weapons.

Lord Ravager smiled, clapping his hands in amusement.

“Praised be Khorne, for his blessings are many”, he whispered, his eyes gliding over the assembled armoured vehicles.

“Send word out to our friend Lord Breacher. Tell him we’ve got a few new toys for him to play with”, Lord Ravager spoke, entranced by the view, as Khorne granted him a vision of the destruction they would unleash upon this world…

A Call for Arms

The Day after the Assault on Hive Hasselgrave.

Commissar Jack Sheppard sat in the Vendetta with ten of the men who volunteered for the mission. The plan was simple but by no means easy. What Commander Axton had planned was a rapid strike force that would hold off both the ork and the chaos, until actual reinforcements could arrive to fortify the manufactorum. With only 10 Nova Marines and less than a hundred Guardsmen they would need to defend two hordes who both sought to take the manufactorum for themselves. They were outnumbered by the Chaos two to one, and by the orks four to one. Their only saving grace was the fact that they were better armed than both sides. The men were equipped with carapace armor, and had dozens of heavy weapons teams, not to mention a sum of ten vendettas and a Stormraven.

The winds of the frozen continents were mighty, blowing well over two hundred miles per hour. They shook the vendettas with great force, so much so the private Gonzo vomited in his helmet. Even in the heated compartment the men were freezing, Major Verner joked “How in the Emperor’s name do the Vostroyan regiments bare this type of cold.” Private Kornell retorted “Its got to be the bastards’ hats, I hear they keep space heaters in there.” All the men laughed, they served with vostroyan companies in their last campaign. Than the room returned to the white noise of hale striking the metal plates. Commissar Sheppard was expecting the worse, the Paragons were a fine company, but even the greatest soldiers can’t beat nature and the enemy at the same time. Private Malone loaded dozens of clips full of sniper ammo, he never spoke, his presence made many of the men uncomfortable, Sheppard was even surprised the man had volunteered. Cadet Commissar Alenko demanded he be allowed to accompany Sheppard. Sheppard agreed to have him along provided he remain with the sniper teams, a post that should guarantee some safety. The Novamarine force consisted of Commander Axton, his Honor guard, and a Tech Marine named Ajax. The eight veteran marines were equipped with legendary Artificer armor and carried an assortment of power swords and axes along with storm-bolters. Ajax was a critical part of the operation, as he had promised he would be able to restore the Manufactorum’s defenses, he was equipped with a servo harness with a built in storm-bolter. He wielded a massive power claymore that demanded to be wielded with both hands.

The Vendettas landed a few hundred feet away from the main complex while the Novamarine’s Storm-Raven pressed onward so they can hit the ground running. As they stepped into hellish cold, they already could hear the forward centuries of the orks and chaos firing at each other. The Vendetta pilots informed Sheppard that the winds made air support too dangerous. Sheppard ordered the pilots to stay with the ships, he said “Under no circumstances do these fall into enemy hands.” The pilots knew specifically what he meant. The Storm-raven could withstand this climate far better than the human piloted crafts. Sheppard held in his left hand a chain sword, and a plasma pistol in his right, his prize from the tourney. He shouted to his men “Paragons, Forward for the Emperor.” The men bellowed boastfully and began storming the center complex.

The Chaos and Ork advance units weren’t prepared for the fury that Imperials unleashed on them. Las guns fired at ork buggies, usually causing the drivers to swerve into something, if they were lucky it would be a mob of orks or squad of cultist. The Novamarines’ rapid fire Stormbolters made the cover that the warp tainted men sought meaningless. Not fifteen minutes after the Imperials’ arrival both the orks and chaos were fleeing to rejoin the main groups. The imperials immediately seized this opportunity to begin to dig in and fortify.

As Commissar Sheppard finished inspecting his men he was approached by Captain Axton “Causality report Commissar.” With a breath of relief Sheppard spoke “Not a scratch.” The force Commander nodded his head “Very good, order them to begin to take defensive positions, the next wave will be here shortly.” At the heart of the manufactorum was great tower, here Sheppard placed Cadet Alenko with the sniper squad, giving them a perfect 360-degree view of the battle field. Along the roofs of the various buildings Sheppard orderd most of the heavy weapons teams. As the enemy was mostly an infantry based force, Sheppard was relying heavily on the success of the mortar teams, so he assigned recon squads to mark their targets. As vox communication was rather unreliable the men would be forced to use smoke signals. The rest of the men were hunkered down in buildings, ready to fire at what ever enemy stumbled into their kill zones. The Nova Marines simply planned to be where they were needed most. Ajax had already began his reconstruction efforts of the manufactorum. He found ten combat servitors each armed with heavy bolters. Once back online they were set up in strategic positions throughout the factories. There was time for little else as a large horde of orks approached.

The ork raid lasted forty minutes, these particular green skins were extra dumb, as they refused to retreat and kept running into the set kill zones. However, with legendary stupidity comes legendary strength. A mob of orks successfully made it into one of the buildings the guardsmen had garrisoned in, killing seven of the ten soldiers stationed there. The survivors were only saved when Novamarine veteran Nihlus came and slew the remaining orks. But soon enough the wave was eliminated. Not ten minutes later the chaos forces began their assault. The red cloaked berserkers were little more intelligent than the orks. Cadet Alenko personally slew the chaotic champion, putting a sniper round straight between his eyes. Soon enough the cultist began to break ranks and flee. Sheppard took the list of causalities 10 dead 2 wounded, under normal circumstances these would be acceptable losses, as the ork and chaos dead already tallied in the hundreds. But losing ten percent of his men on the first day was a serious blow. Things settled down for the next few hours and the men began to rest, the sniper teams were on constant look out for approaching orks or traitors. The Paragons huddled around meager fires, trying desperately to capture a few minutes of sleep. The Novamarines denied themselves any rest they were hyper vigilant to assure nothing got the drop on them. Ajax the tech-marine was the busiest of the lot, constantly attempting to repair the the automated weapon systems. His fascination with machines made Commander Axton uneasy at times, as he often found him whispering to the machines and then listening to them as if they were speaking back. Than the call came more orks.

For eight days the Marines and Guardsmen held the factory from the increasingly vicious waves of enemies. Sometimes they would get lucky and the weather would clear enough to get air support, but those times were few and far between. The men had faced many hardships. Sheppard now had 52 men dead 13 wounded and 4 missing. Commander Axton lost two of his own men in the fighting as well, Brother Qunitus met his end when an ork nob with a power klaw managed to attack him from behind, and Brother Fazden was killed by an Iron warrior with a chain sword. A relief force was still three days away; Sheppard had doubts about making it that long. Cadet Commissar Alenko came running to where Sheppard and Axton were standing, his face was grim “We have two massive forces converging on us from the east and west. They will hit us simultaneously.” Axton spoke “How massive?” The Cadet spoke “I think they plan to hit us with everything they have.” Commissar grabbed his plasma pistol from the table and spoke “How long before they hit us?” “Two hours’ tops.” Sheppard spoke into his com link “I need those flyers up, I don’t care how dangerous it is.” The remaining soldiers ran and made ready, not one of them was armed with a las gun, they had all taken up the specialist weapons of their fallen comrades. The men knew their ends were neigh, and they spent those last few minutes not fortifying or preparing, but talking. Even Sheppard spoke with some of the men.

They found an old audio player with classical music files. SGT Whellton put the music on, it was The Rose of Terra preformed by Amelia Locklet. Her voice was soothing, though the player was damaged and it distorted the audio at times. The Commissar took a seat with the four doomed men. Private Kornell who was severely burned after Private Gonzo’s plasma gun malfunctioned, eyed the Commissar’s pistol, “After what happened to Private Gonzo the other day, you still have no qualms about caring that thing?” Sheppard shook his head “Can’t afford to, the results are worth the risk.” Whelton spoke “Sir didn’t you win a pair of pistols in the tourney, where is the other.” Sheppard crossed his leg “I gifted it, and don’t ask to whom.” Private Vellum laughed “Touchy” the men fell silent as the singer’s voice filled the air. Kornell pulled a flask hidden inside the carapace of his armor, he took a nip and passed it to the man to his left, he asked “Tell me Commissar, when you were a boy did you want to be a commissar?” The flask reached Sheppard and decided to drink some, he spoke “No, when I was a boy I wanted to be a space marine. But the role of Commissar suites me fine.” The men chuckled than fell silent again. They heard an explosion not far outside, it was time.

Orks poured in like water. The Servitors mowed down dozens of them, but they were simply so many the living weapon platforms ran out of ammunition. The chaos were just as bad swarms of cultist being lead by massive power armored marines. Mortars devastated their ranks but those who attempted to flee were simply killed by nobs or the fallen astartes. The only positive thing the imperials had going was the orks were just as happy to fight the chaos as they were. The battle was thick gunshots everywhere hordes of men and ork clogged the streets. Sheppard and Axton agreed if they are to have any hope of victory the ork and chaos commanders would need to be eliminated. Sheppard had agreed to hunt down Warboss GobBreaker while Axton would go for the Chaos commander, a Warpsmith named Nevoron. Sheppard came face to face with the mega armored brute. Sheppard was taught a trick by the Brown Coat commander to lure out a ork., he hoped that it would work. He yelled at the top of his youngs “Oi you Git Biskit I know you ain’t ard enough to take me on wif out yer ladz.” The pale green ork snarled “Nobody especially not some omie, calls me a git and gets away wif it, none of you boyz touch em he’s mine.” What ever he told the ork angered him and a ring formed between the two. Sheppard had to be extra sure to avoid the blows of the ork, he knew if the beast got his hands on him that would mean his death. Than Sheppard saw his opportunity when the ork struck at him he side stepped and saw the opening at back of his neck. Sheppard plunged his chain sword straight down into the opening of the ork’s armor. As soon as the ork hit the floor a nob yelled “GobBreaker is dead, I’m warboss now.” Immediately another nob contested the claim and soon all the orks around him were fighting with one and other, giving Sheppard the time to sneak away. Sheppard raced to find Axton, only to see him still dueling the warpsmith. Axton had been disarmed and the warp smith hoisted him up with the mechanical tendrils of his servo harness. He spoke in his heavy augmented voice “Behold Astartes bare witness to the power my gods have granted me.” Just then Sheppard fired his plasma pistol into the back of the cybernetic fiend and damaged the servo harness, releasing the Commander. Axton grabbed one of the drilling tendrils and ripped it from its master’s pack. He used the drill as a makeshift knife and rammed it into the throat of the smith. The orks and chaos were disorganized but still fighting the imperials. Then when all seemed lost Sheppard looked to the sky “Look reinforcement” The Black drop pods hurled down quickly from the sky. Ajax observed their decent “We weren’t expecting any other chapters coming.” Cadet Alenko spoke over the com “Are they chaos reinforcements?” Commander Axton’s face turned to hatred “No worse, inquisition.” The Drop pod landed where the enemy was thickest, often directly on top of clusters of orks and cultists. They sprang from the pods equipped with bolters and flamers. They reduced the heretics and xenos to nothing within a half hour of their arrival.

The fighting was finally over the few surviving guardsmen exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Sheppard, Axton, and Ajax were approached by one of the watch. His Right shoulder pad marking him as a ultramarine. Sheppard bowed as the man approached the trio “You arrived just in the nick of time, my lord astartes.” Axton without humor said “Funny how the inquisition tends to do that a lot.” Titus removed his black helmet and spoke “I am Watch-Captain Titus, we have been dispatched to cleanse this area.” The commissar spoke humbly “We are thankful for your intervention Watch Captain.” Ajax spat on the floor, the acid quickly ate away the snow, “I wouldn’t be so thankful just yet commissar, there’s always a catch with the inquisition.” Titus spoke as if he didn’t hear what the tech-marine just said “This area has been deemed vital to the inquisition, and we must ask you to vacate the area at once.” Sheppard laughed “Surely you jest Captain” Titus shook his head “I do not.” Axton shouted gaining anger as he progressed “We’ve been holding this manufactorum for eight days, we lost over eighty guardsmen and two of my own brothers, now that the orks and heretics are gone you want us to just surrender it to you.” Titus spoke hoping to calm the angered commander “They died gloriously in service to the Emperor.” Sheppard spoke “What about, the supplies for my men?” Titus spoke calmly “You will receive the supplies you need courtesy of the Inquisition.” Axton laughed sarcastically “Ha courtesy.” Ajax spoke in a more diplomatic tone “Captain you must allow me to at least see the foundry back to working order, the machine spirit is strong here,” Ajax noticed a tech-marine whose right shoulder pad heraldry marked him as an iron priest. The sight of him offended Ajax “Space Wolves know nothing of this type of work, they know not the way of Omnissiah. They aren’t properly trained, to...” Titus interrupted “Brother Ivo is qualified, not that it matters however.” Axton shouted again “You won’t even see the Factories repaired?” Titus spoke “What we intend to do is classified, I can say nothing more.” Axton was angered he felt like the lives of his men, and the guardsmen were just thrown away. Axton calmed himself and spoke “Does the codex still hold any value to you brother or does the inquisition strip you of that.” Titus spoke “Chapter nine, sub section twelve, Respect the domain of thy brothers and do not yield when they encroach upon your own. I am afraid this is now the domain of the inquisition, neither of us have a choice.” Axton still burned with anger but Titus was right he had no choice. He spoke into his com link “Head for the Storm-Raven we are done here.” Sheppard spoke “Captain Titus, I request additional time so we may bury the dead.” Titus turned to leave “Granted”

Sheppard was loading the remaining survivors into the Vendetta when Axton approached him. “Lord Commissar I wanted to thank you. Your men fought with a great degree of valor. I also owe you a deep personal debt, as I would not be standing here. Even though the Inquisition showed up, I am honored to have fought alongside you and your men. You have earned the respect of both me and my men Sheppard, a feat most astartes can’t complete.” The Commissar laughed “Gallor Prime is far from over my friend, I’m sure we will find many more enemies of the throne to crush together.” Axton laughed “They don’t stand a chance.”

 Tactical_Spam wrote:

Spoiler:

Would anyone be upset if I introduced an old enemy of the New Order? I feel that the bad guys are really outnumbered here

"Lord Sylus... We have entered the system... undetected?" the warpsmith asked his Warmaster, not intentionally, but the warpsmith's vox unit made everything he said sound like a question. Sylus found this aggravating.

"Very good... Assemble the wretches of my warband. Tell them... Its feeding time" The smug, long haired Astartes replied and stood to his feet. The concubines at his feet moved quickly out of his way, knowing his wrath comes without warning. Sylus flexed his left hand unnervingly. He had accidentally gotten it fused to a daemon-possessed lightning claw and every now and again it required sustenance. Sylus paced over to a rack that held his other armaments. With delicate caution, he performed the daemon rites needed to appease his ill-tempered weapons and equipment. His first item was a lightning claw infested with the obliterator virus. Very often, it would manifest half way between its original state and a plasma repeater. Next was his helm: Voice of the Damned. As with his other things, this too was infested by daemons. Never would his own voice be projected from the vox grille, but the screams of all he had murdered in synchronization with the harbinging voice of the trapped daemons inside it. The appearance of this death mask was enough to drive a man insane, let alone the hell cries it spoke. Lastly was his power pack. Somewhere along the line, this too became the home to the denizens of the warp. Long, leathery wings sprouted from it. Wings large enough to carry the traitor Astartes short distances and into the midst of his enemy. With all of these tools of war, Sylus, leader of the Forbidden Oath, made ready for war.


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A quiet patter of rain came down in the hab district. Lightning is infrequent but adds to the dark atmosphere. In certain places, one can find chaos worshippers "peacefully" worshipping their dark gods. One of these places is the Church of the Undivided, a newly heretical establishment headed by a certain Father Estevan. Estevan preaches the glories of the chaos gods and rewards of what their most devout servants get. To further explain these messages, four traitor Astartes from each different god follow the Father around, preaching with him and trying to draw in more followers. Only tonight, they will draw in those who wish to see the church in smolders.

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"ETA 20 seconds, lord Sylus" The pilot of the thunderhawk told his only passenger. Sylus had heard of a Father Estevan through vox chatter that happened far too frequently than it should have. Tonight, he would see the Father dead and his congregation drawn under his wings, both in literal and metaphorical fashion.

50 metres above the ground, the loading bay opens and the lord of chaos leaps out into the dark and glides to the roof of the Church of the Undivided. Sylus quickly finds an opening in one of the shattered windows and enters his prey's den. From his vantage point, high above the masses below, he watches his prey intently. Father Estevan is going on about the wonders of the Immaterium, something Sylus is fully and horrifically aware of. Behind the Father is his lapdogs of the gods.

"Fools, do they not know their end is lurking above them?" Sylus murmurs to himself before gracefully leaping to the chandelier above Father Estevan. Sylus waits a few more moments for the Traitor Marines to notice him.

"Father Estevan!" The devoted of Nurgle roars before Sylus' boot pulps his skull and sends the body into the ground.

"Take the rot, to make it flesh!" Sylus' daemonic screams fill the church. The other Marines move quickly to kill the Lord before them. The Berserker of Khorne lunges at Sylus with a power axe high above his head. Sylus steps back and dodges the blow meant to bisect his skull. He rams his plasma repeater into the Berserker's chest and fires several times to ensure he is dead. Sylus continues screaming once the Berserker is felled, "Take the Skull, the soul to rest!"

The Slaaneshi warrior leaps for his blastmaster while the Tzneetch psyker starts throwing rolling waves of warp flame into Sylus, but only causes a higher rage in the chaos lord. Sylus charges through the psychic fire and rams his claw through the psyker's chest and into his skull before heaving him high above his head and tossing him like a rag-doll into a far wall. "Take their mind and give them peace!" Sylus carries on.

The Slaaneshi marine gets a bead on the lord and fires his blastmaster on the lowest, most organ-rupturing frequency. Sylus staggers and falls to one knee while the blastmaster is then set into a higher frequency in attempts to silence the lord. Slowly, Sylus rises and raises his repeater. To the Slaaneshi marine's horror, the shot that Sylus then fired was not meant for him but the blastmaster. With his weapon turned to slag, the marine of Excess falls back and stares at Sylus a moment before a second shot from the repeater ends the gawking. "Take their will. Sensations cease!" Sylus concludes.

Father Estevan can only look in awe and pure horror as this monster of a Space Marine advances in his direction. With a sudden meekness, he pleads Sylus, "Do not kill me-"

Sylus holds in his claw the head of Father Estevan. "Asking for life is for the weak," Sylus replies to the body-less head before letting it fall to the floor. He turns to address the cultists that witnessed the murder of their shepard, "Come all wretches, mutants, abhumans, witches and renegades! Tonight we ready for something bigger than your pity existence! We ready for a war against the Angels of Death!"

I said Id get a picture of a new order Space marine, but im too lazy to get a picture of one of the painted ones so...

Would it be possible for a non Imperial to take part in these objectives? If so, I think Archarus wouldn't mind some more slaves lying around...

*evil laughter*

 2BlackJack1 wrote:
Would it be possible for a non Imperial to take part in these objectives? If so, I think Archarus wouldn't mind some more slaves lying around...

*evil laughter*

I just posted about my chaos lord murdering the chaos preacher

I was taking that but I already had 2 so your welcome to it.

You can free the slaves if you wish

Was going to write today, but not go to plan, more time spent playing chess in front to a cozy fire instead:-)

If we already completed one of our missions (and failed the other) can we take up new missions? Or take another crack at a failed one?

I think we need more tasks

 jhe90 wrote:
I was taking that but I already had 2 so your welcome to it.

You can free the slaves if you wish

Was going to write today, but not go to plan, more time spent playing chess in front to a cozy fire instead:-)

There are enough slaves for the both of you, its like evil oprah You get a slave, and you get a slave, Every body gets a free slave!
and yes everyone can take any direction they wish, I am currently working on adding more missions as well.

 chazz huggins wrote:

 jhe90 wrote:
I was taking that but I already had 2 so your welcome to it.

You can free the slaves if you wish

Was going to write today, but not go to plan, more time spent playing chess in front to a cozy fire instead:-)

There are enough slaves for the both of you, its like evil oprah You get a slave, and you get a slave, Every body gets a free slave!
and yes everyone can take any direction they wish, I am currently working on adding more missions as well.

Thia guy right here

5 New mission, though some are continuations of the last ones though.

War Kitten wrote:
If we already completed one of our missions (and failed the other) can we take up new missions? Or take another crack at a failed one?

yup, if we run out of quest, we can just add more

I should go murder the other Preacher

Well then, I'll take missions 3 and 4. The preacher will have 2 guard regiments to protect him, and the stormies will go have fun messing with the orks.

I'll try and finish off BoomGob, number 1, if you don't mind!

I may as well go with 2 as well, leaving 5 open. I should also attempt to recover this Inquisitor Gallvoth has locked away somewhere.

Be careful smudge. My guys tried that. The Remnants didn't take kindly to it

Ok, I'll be 'freeing' some slaves soon enough, just need a few small things in preparation first.

Deep in the expansive chambers of the lord general lent over the vast desk carved from Olympian Marble, a report stopped his routine skim read of events. "Gallor Prime. Hive Defense report" , "when the Battle barge known as Emperors Vengeance made a dangerously low in atmosphere dive and directed its guns at point blank range upon the Ork attackers" Sitting up, he took special attention as he read the report, even after a few glass's of wine his focus was suddenly sharp as a power sword. "The Battle barge from my view proceeded to ram the largest ork war machine with its prow, utterly destroying the largest gargant" Spitting wine all over the data slate, the general had to laugh. Marshall Karak was crazy as the Templers reputation, engaging orks in close combat with a warship, and 8km of Battle barge no less. The last section was even worse, "on rescuing Task force Petoria under fire from the remains of the ork army the site was obliterated by the drop from orbit of a Battle cruiser" "Templers and New Order suspected to have planned this action".

The General lent back, thinking, what kind of Officers are involved in this crusade? Low passing millions of tons of warship, Using ships as ordinance weaponry. Orks used crude roks, the Space Marines had just taken it to 11 and dropped entire warships as weaponry. How could he reign in the, now, they had fleets, manpower and entire army groups in there task forces, was it a mistake?

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TO TASK FORCE HAMMER HQ
FROM TASK UNIT IRON

Skitati ranks have succeeded in holding the line at the Upper hive section 67DELTA, PDF forces moving in to secure Lower city.
Estimated total recapture and cleansing in 4 weeks.

TASK UNIT IRON OUT

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"Titus, that fething Deathwatch Captain, Why is always damn Ultramarines who cause grief. Cato, the betrayer, now Titus the high and mighty. Talking to me like that on my own fething ship, Tangir, if the Inquisition wants to see me, tell them to make a appointment like the rest of the Officers. "

"aye sir, not sure that will stop them though Marshall"

" True, Full escort to any parties, no wandering the ship though"

"i can arrange that, Sure i can come up with some nonsense to blind them" Chaplain Vargos replied, Loyalty, Loyalty to the Chapter first as the most trusted gathered in the private briefing room.

"onto the rescue Mission if i may, Pressure from HQ, in the plains the slave holds still are about, time we delivered some justice" Chaplain Saladin was sat back, Massive Terminator Armour made his presence a stern prospect.

"aye Chaplain, you have this one, form a task force as you see best"

"very well Marshall, Hopefully i find more than Vargos did when he deployed to find the Sisters"

"Not my fault Saladin, been gone months, locals confirmed the data stacks, all matched roughly enough to be certain" Annoyed, that mission as a fail, but no one could have found out any more than they did.

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Down on the Planet the armored Task force was forming up, The chaplains Land raider Crusader dropped its ramps and the Retinue boarded, Land raiders, Razorbacks, Rhino's and Land raiders, supported by the Predators. vindicators and land speeders. very heavy, but the current storms and estimated resistance ment that slower armored deployment was required. a full battle company worth had arrived, no one knew what they would find out there so all precautions had been taken. Imperial guard units at the small base watched as the black formation of tanks and transports rolled out the gates and into the dusty plains beyond, Grox country, nothing else would live here, barren and dry, but grox cared little for anything, ugly, vicious but hardy beasts.

The first main slaver camp was up ahead, Task force units all pulling up behind a bearn for cover and concealment as the plan was formed. The Vindicator would breach the gates as they rushed the camp, Suport units would cover the flanks and lay fire into the towers and guards, in under a minute the entire eastern defenses should be gone. The roar of engines and clouds of dust rose high into the sky, auto cannons barked out explosive shells and the shriek of rocket fire from a whirlwind panicked the defenders as high explosive rockets blew apart a moterpool in the camps core.

However even as the fight calmed and defenders ran, nothing, the camp was empty, only a few dead or dying cripples and wounded had been left behind, interrogations found out the main body had been moved west a few days before, curse them, this Task force would not go home a failure. the Next camp was Empty, raided by traitors, Bolt shells and crude rifles carved with the 8 pointed star told of what happened, the few orks left put up little danger, Crossing the large plains, grox herds roamed here, a few ruined farm complexes and camps but no sign of the citizens that lived here.

The chaplain charged into the Camp, human renegades and deserters, mighty Armour turning aside las fire like nothing but rain, massive gauntlet smashing the chest of a traitorous officer into pulp as the mighty crozius deflected the sword blow with ease. Clearing the camp was easy, but here they found something at least, deep in a set of cells, several members of a inquisitorial group, a Interrogator and a few body guards. Of course they refused to reveal why they where even there. high and mighty as always.

dozens of camps where hit, very few slaves ever found, all seemed to have gone west or taken by chaos, something was up out here, little scraps of evidence where collated and combined, slave labor to rebuild city breaker, thousands upon thousands had been brought to work on it.

"damn this side show, what have we found bar some gorx farmers, some nosy inquisition cell, and a damned ork with a obsession for collecting livers of all things"

"the slaves going west is useful data though, With due respect Chaplain we are not going home without something"

"true, true SGT Hartman, but no valor in being the mail man, even if you find the enemy weak point, glory goes to the one who destroys it,"

"aye sir, convoys moving out in 5, headed back for extraction."

"noted, SGT"

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Inquisitor Hugo Drax looked up from the lab he was working in, the Weapon had progressed, though it still was not entirely accurate in its targeting as test on captives had shown, the gene identification had improved by 57%, area of effect was up 26% and the potency vs the foul orks was 100% lethal. Titus was roaming about, so was ordos xeno agents, what would they make of this weapon. its origins where in deathguard research from before the heresy and compiling all the data required had taken decades of work on a 100 different planets from Terra to the Ghoul stars.

Leaning back, he had enemies in his own organisation, many considered him a meddler in things that should be burned and destroyed, others a mad scientists indulging his whims with the unlimited power of his rank. only he knew the dream, a weapon that would cleanse his home planet and many others of the ork menace for good, the fires of this desire burning bright as the day his entire family was butchered by orks before his eyes, letting him go to reveal the horror of what they did would be a mistake they would very much regret,

Contacting Crusade Command...
Contacting...
Contacting...
ERROR: Atmospheric Distortion effect, 12.5%
Retrying...
Contact made.

Acting-Captain Aurelius, reporting to Crusade Command.
As it appears, Big Mek BoomGob has survived the successful Siege of Hasselgrave, and is recovering his strength. To secure Imperial assets on Delta Continent, I will be commanding a taskforce to eliminate the greenskin in his lair. This taskforce will consist of:

Strikeforce Praetoria
Tactical Squads Octavian, Vorolanus and Solinus
Assault Squad Ixion
Devastator Squad Tirian
Sternguard Squad Dramorian
Terminator Squad Vitruvilus
Terminator Squad Laertes
Chaplain Trajan
Honour Guard Retinue

Elements of the Cadian 13th
Captain Cardle, and command staff.
Leman Russ Squadron, under Captain Samson
Infantry Platoon Henderson
Infantry Platoon Grey
Veteran Squad Trantor
Wyvern Light Artillery Battery
Valkyrie Wing Theta Epsilon

Deathwatch Kill Team
Squad Claudio
Squad Marr
Squad Mordecai

May the Emperor guide our blades.

Transmission ceased.