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I have my next portion of vault storyline already written, but I've been putting off posting it, I'm ready to post it as soon as we want to continue the vault story. Also I will take the escort mission for Kruger (84) and Poor Commissar Gavor is going to try and retain his sanity with some help from Commissar Sheppard(24)

The lord generals get two trips down, could make a nice contrast with the space marine and pomp of the guard, different cultures and ideals

It would be interesting, perhaps the marines would take him to various critical places for speeches and the like, while my guardsmen could take him sight seeing.

He may not find land raider suspension as soft as the impiral guard officer transport but we'll saftey, saftey is most excellent

Marines may take closer to hot zones, or a bit riaker. The security value they bring and sheer firepower

I've been wondering how to put my planned phase of action (besieging some Imperials) into action without actually killing off anyone. If anyone is willing to throw me a bone, or point me to some relatively important fortress I could take, mainly to let the loyalists know Archarus' shop is open, that would be really cool.

 2BlackJack1 wrote:
I've been wondering how to put my planned phase of action (besieging some Imperials) into action without actually killing off anyone. If anyone is willing to throw me a bone, or point me to some relatively important fortress I could take, mainly to let the loyalists know Archarus' shop is open, that would be really cool.

My Cadians could be leading an attack to retake one of the hives somewhere on Continent Beta, feel free to repel their attempt at claiming it, even kill off my Cadian PC, Sergeant (now Captain) Grey.

Mortality, 15 hours, grimdark, you know the drill.

Polar planetary defence installation? A long built fortified base on the edge of the icey continent, its laser has long since fallen into disrepair and failed but the sites fortifications remain and is az strong, partially island fortress spourounded by ice and harsh weather, hard ground, lots of challenges for a iron warrior.

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Yeah, pair them, and you've got a sweet battle there!

 Ezra Tyrius wrote:

 Tactical_Spam wrote:
Not to nitpick but what about the chaos writers?

Trust me, I'll find things to write... *hides plans to troll the Loyalists*



Not sure what the other Chaos warbands are up to though (the Serpent awaits!)

I am trying to see what you are up too... Sylus does not wish to be in any of the major fighting. Hes got his own agenda

Thanks for the ideas, I'll definitely make something work with that. I'll start writing up some siege work soon enough. In the meantime, find a bunker and watch out for incoming artillery.

Gallor Prime's twin moons hung lazily over the planet below, slowly rotating around eachother as they arced across the night sky. Their light, one a pale blue, the other, a stark red, illuminated the scene of violent joy beneath them.

The orks in Camp Gadnuk sat around the fire in their ramshackle camp. Once, it had been a logging camp, situated just off from Hive Proctor. The loggers would have worked here until their died, supplying precious wood for the nobles in Proctor to give out to the rest of the planet, and eventually to be used off-world. In many respects, that prophecy fulfilled itself: the logger's corpses were now the tinder that kept the fire blazing, and the meal that Gadnuk's kommandos were about to consume. At the moment, they were tackling eachother on the leafy floor, over the outcome of a squig vs grot fight.
Apparently, Retkgit had bet twenty teef on the squig, and was fairly.. upset, when the grot just happened to have Fragnutz' slugga in it's possession. It only got worse from there.
At least there were plenty of teef a'flying.

The kommando nob sat on an upturned pail, pulling tough flesh from the lumberjack's cracked bones. Gork, but they had put up a fight! Gadnuk almost regretted killing them sneakily: when they realised they were under attack, they almost cut off his arm with their axes. Still, there would be better prey to krump. When he got his hands on the Eldar pansies... Or when the 'umies came to recover their loony boss. He'd been brought to them, and Gadnuk had thrown him straight in the makeshift prison. He wouldn't be a problem. Gadnuk chuckled and threw a flagon of fungus beer into the rioting scrum of kommandos. Flames reached up into the night sky, casting flickering shadows from the scrambling monsters below.
Not one saw the shadow descending from the night sky.

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"Briefing." Captain Titus spoke, his hand grasping the harness of the Stormraven's troop hold. "Raphael and his men have scouted out an ork kommando camp, located near Hive Proctor. That's our target."

"Captain," a deep voice boomed out of a vox grille. "Why are we required to do this? Eliminating kommando camps? I didn't realise that's the Deathwatch do now."
There was some light laughter. Apothecary Py'ros had cemented his reputation as the team joker early on. The rest of Kill Team Ipsilon had taken to the veteran Salamander well.

"I'm sure there's more to this. Captain, if you don't mind filling us in?"
Sergeant Claudio interdicted, nodding once to Titus for him to proceed. Claudio tried not to look on Titus' pauldron, with the white omega still emblazoned on it. They were not brothers of blood, not any more. Brothers in duty.

"Correct, Sergeant. Raphael's report seems to confirm the presence of an Inquisitor Freidrik. Freidrik was well known in his circle in the Ordo Malleus for attempting to locate Chaos-related artefacts in the Charadon Sector."

"Unsuccessfully, if I may add."
Castiel seemed unaware of the fact he'd interrupted Titus. The Dark Angel merely held the Ultramarine's gaze, his eyes alight under his pale hood.

"Not entirely. His last report seems to indicate that he did find something. Something I'd be willing to bet relates to the mythical Vault on this world. And we won't let an ork get that before we do. Claudio, take your half of the squad, eliminate primary ork threats and secure a perimeter. I shall lead the second half, alongside Librarian Castiel to find and secure the Inquisitor."

"++Captain, Pilot Samson, awaiting your order to drop.++"

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Hell broke loose.
The Stormraven screamed in, disgorging it's cargo of Deathwatch marines before soaring into the night. The orks looked up, surprise in their beady red eyes.
Then the killing began.
Claudio and his men fired their bolters at close range. No quarter was given. Bolter fire shredded the kommandos, caught off guard by the sudden attack. They were cut down, some literally sawn in half by the fusillade. Hellfire rounds tore through the skirmishing greenskins, disintegrating their sinewy muscles.
No ork spores would live from the voracious acid rounds. Titus wanted to be sure of that. They didn't stand a chance, not against the black armoured heralds of death.
One by one, they were gunned down as they either attempted to flee into the forest by relentless dragonfire rounds, or shredded by overlapping fields of fire if they tried to ambush members of the Kill Team.

It was child's play for Castiel to locate the insane Inquisitor amidst the dead and dying minds of the greenskins: his wild synapses were firing like fireworks on Emperor's Day. Moonlight streaked in over the Deathwatch Marines' power armour as they pulled the prison door off it's hinges, pooling lazily around the tortured man in front of them. Flesh seemed to hang off his bones, and a cold blue colour had already found purchase in his skin. Titus was first in, cradling the broken man in his ebony power armour and tearing off a section of his cloak to swaddle his freezing bones.

"We get him on board. Now. I sense this one hasn’t much life left in him.”

The Deathwatch formed a protective ring around Titus, bolters up to watch for any orks that remained. With a silent scream, the Stormraven descended, the still-roaring campfire fanning away from it. It hovered mere feet above the ground as the Astartes clambered aboard, taking their places within its hull. The hatch shut, and the craft disappeared into the night.

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Gadnuk looked on, blood pooling around him, as the black ship vanished before his very eyes. His boyz were dead, blown apart by close ranged dakka.
Cowardly ‘beakies, thought the kommando. There was no honour in surprise attacks.
Slowly, porcine face contorted with pain, Gadnuk drew himself to his feet, grabbed his slasha-choppa, and hobbled into the woods.

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“Captain, I don’t think this one will make it.” Castiel stood behind Titus. The captain looked up from the weak body in his arms. His face was stony and hard.

“Librarian, if you’re implying-“

“That’s exactly what I’m implying. There is no point in leaving him like this. He served.”

“I will not be responsible for his death.”

“Captain, you wouldn’t be.” Castiel attempted to smile. “You don’t even need to give me the order. He may even survive the trauma. He made it this far.”

Titus looked away from the brooding Dark Angel to the man he held. The inquisitor was clawing at his armour, feverishly trying to hold on. He was like a child, flailing in his grip.

“Apothecary Py’ros!” The Salamander undid his harness and approached the captain. “Stabilise him as best you can. Librarian, do your work.”

Py’ros raised his narthecium and, with the touch of a feather, inserted the tip into the man’s arm. Instantly, he fell limp, and his erratic breathing slowed down. From under the Salamander’s helmet, Titus could hear the soft quiet tune of a lullaby.

Castiel put his hand on the inquisitor’s head, dwarfing it. Both of their eyes rolled in their sockets, agitated and wild. The inquisitor began to shake, trying to wake from his drug-induced slumber. Py’ros held the man down. The air seemed electrified in the troop bay, with many of the Astartes muttering prayers and wards. The inquisitor stopped fighting against Py’ros, and fell limp. Castiel leant heavily on the bulkhead wall.

“Apothecary, how is he?” Titus asked.

“Alive for now. He may be even madder when he wakes up, if that was possible.”

“Good. Keep an eye on him, Py’ros. Castiel, what did you obtain?”

The was no reply, save heavy breathing. With forced slowness, Castiel faced Titus.

“He knew. He knew where it was. I know.” Castiel’s face split into a grin. Bloodied white teeth stood out from under his hood.
“I know where the Vault is.”

 Tactical_Spam wrote:
Not to nitpick but what about the chaos writers?

chaos can take the loyalists ones and see if you got your point of view.

The impossible cacophony turned silent in the eye of the storm.

Calmly, Sharikh strode onto the platform he had amusingly fashioned from the insolence and obstinacy of the damned - for in the Warp, the physical and the mental lacked distinction - and gazed into the realms beyond, his eyes incandescent with the haunting purple light of a soul so hardened to the madness beyond as to be intractable.

Of course, he didn't feel very hardened at all. That would be... quite dull. No, he let the intoxicating energies of the nether flow through him, intermingling with the arcane and obscure secrets in his mind, as well as his thoughts processing what he had learned at the meeting with the other Chaos Astartes. A fair time had passed since they spoke, but he had known better than to report back to his lord instantly, for despite his high rank his matters did not always hold the highest priority.

Desiring a distraction, he smoothly flexed his fingers and unsheathed a sword from thin air, formed from pure spite, black and jagged, inanimate in shape yet seemingly twirling like an agonised snake. He looked over the blade with all the care of a collector watching his most prized acquisition, yet, of course, he knew it wasn't actually real. In here, the maw of madness, nothing was real, not even he himself.

He hurled the blade aside and it quickly dissipated into chrome smoke rippling with contradictory movement, screaming with joy and laughing with sorrow, and turned to face the long angular shape that was taking form before him. In the Empyrean, the Serpent's Revenge looked very different from its physical counterpart, the cold hard metal replaced with a structure built from the thought and will of both the ship and those within. The ancient and wise ship drove on itself through the psychic hurricane, its hatred giving it strength and speed to cleave through radiating multicoloured waves as a dagger through silk, and its bitter spirit snapped and lashed out against any Warp-predator who drew near, ripping those who got too close and keeping the rest at bay.

Moving his hand over the ship - for what was before him was as much a model of the ship as it was the ship itself - Sharikh sensed each soul in turn. Slave, recruit, warrior and warlord, some had large souls and other had small souls, some even had the bright souls of a psyker. Atop the ship, within the hallowed bridge, he placed his hand...

...And was sucked into reality, his body assuming physical matter once more and hurling him to his knees. The painful sensation of cold metal upon his flesh, of mere flesh, was as disappointing every time compared to the blissful omnipotence of the Warp. He would not consider himself a follower of the Dark Prince, but he could certainly see the merit in seeking such experiences.

He rose to his feet and looked up. In front of him, seated upon a throne of reddish metal, sat the familiar shape of his lord's massive armoured form. This, of course, was no surprise. The bridge's wards were powerful, and many a psychic intruder had found to their horror that attempting intrusion would cause the bridge to pull them in instead. He knew the wards did this. He had placed them.

'Sorcerer. You bring news.' The voice of Lord Kraxis was deep, with more power and reverberation than one voice seemingly should be able to have, lending the subconscious impression that more than one speaker greeted him behind that helmet. The voice was not aggressive, it was simply calm and assertive, the voice of one who knows he doesn't need to win authority, for he has it already.

Sharikh recounted what his meeting had produced, with a silent acknowledgement from his lord. He had expected little else. Nothing surprising had transpired, and in truth, even if it had it wouldn't have impressed them anyway.

Regardless, his orders were clear. 'Take the Hand, Sorcerer. You and Kharaxx shall head to the epicenter of this conflict, and there you shall observe. Karnus and Saecelius will find you in due time. Gather the serpent, coil back, and when the enemy bares his throat, sink your fangs into it. Let the puncture wound, and the venom slay. Let the Imperium know our arrival, and that their doom is at hand... But let the agent of their destruction remain shrouded to them. The hypocenter has yet to be revealed...'

Excitement for the strike ahead and contempt for the foe mixed in Sharikh as he went to carry out the machinations of his master.

Kraxis turned to Lodarak, his Dread General. 'Let the war begin.'

"activate the charges" firestorm in one - Zero"

Deep in the jungles ambush teams waited in camouflaged positions near the mountain side road, miles and miles of thick jungle, this was the only easy route through the area. The ground shook as thousands of tons to rock and earth slid down bringing meters high barricades over the road. Catchan, Templer and a team of imperial fists had been working for a day to prepare the ambush, Veteran SGT Hartman looked down upon the rising dust clouds, birts and animals fleeing in every direction. Reserves would be on the way. Gauntlets tightened on the chain sword, thumbing its activator and watching the teeth slowly rotate to check the blade,

"task force gomer, go go go"

Firing jump packs the Templers dived down on to the ork colum, meltta bombs and krak grenades readied as the Fists Bolter fire laid down a curtain of fire covering the attack forces and shreading any ork dumb enough to try to man the weapons. Grenades mag locked or dropped into open hatches detonated, all down the colum the trukks and battle wagons exploded belching great plumes of black smoke into the sky, but orks where stubborn beasts and soon a mobs where charging out, the big mek custom shield generator smoking but intact despite the total wreck his battle wagon was.
"oi you beaky, y wrecked my good ride, il have your guts for this, boyz, choppa time"
Bolter shells fizzed as the shield held vs the deadly accurate volleys from the fire base, "better bring something bigger as yellow lot" raising a single green finger in a universal signal.

"Templers, plan Joker, Fists, fire pattern niner, Col Iron tooh, kill anything that escapes"

Templers fired up jump packs again, orange flames licking the undergrowth as they propelled into the ork line at breakneck speed, Chainswords biting deep into the slab like ork muscles, crude choppas sparking as chain teeth and blade met in violent melee being fought, around, in, over and under the wrecked ork convoy, neither side gaining any advantage despite the furious battle.
"oi, wheres that beaky that blew up me wagon"

"that would be me, savage" SGT Hartman spat out as he took the head off a ork, deflecting the flailing cleaver with a single swipe of the his arm leaving deep scratchs down the silver ceramite. "orks be damned, i only had that repainted last week"

"be a shame to mark up that pretty armour ya hav but i can tinker with da parts none the less"

The orks mighty choppa swung hard, massive crude servo limbs driving the blade hard into the SGTS chainsword, side stepping a second blow, a flurry of pistol rounds just deflected off the crude Armour plates. "good try, but i aint that stupid" a shoulder mounted weapon swung down and sent a torm of crude shells, missing but several clipped and took chunks out the Marines armour.

"tricks, all tricks" The marine scanning for weakness, flaws, a split second, the joints where made of some crude leather, weaker but overlapping. a opening. Both moved in for the kill, servio limbs hissed and steam bellowed from the power plant strapped to the orks back Sword in one hand, Melta bomb in the second, the Sgts plan was risky but his only shot. Defending vs the Ork blows, the sword would not last long, but long enough as he tore one of the crude plates off and placing the metla bomb into one of the orks pockets. the price hurt. choppa blades slammed into his arm, enhanced bone breaking, sword sent flying, and thrown down to the ground as the ork leared over head.

"any last worlds Beaky"

"no, just a butten" The metla bomb activated, the wave of heat so intense, the power armour cooling systems activated dumping the heat away from his vital organs, skin blistering, the Sgt limped up, the ork was a pile of goo and motlen metal. "target alpha down, Medical beige request"

The battle was soon won, down the road Catchan ambush teams soon made there contribution, rocks, las fire, kives and traps quickly defeating the savage attackers, no one beat a catchan veteran on home ground. The Col and his men walked up, swaggered more accurately, the col Walking directly up the Marine group. 25 years veteran of the guard, 20 years on catchan, wounded dozens of times,. what was fear. Directly offering his muscular hand to the Marine Sgt, "good job your men did" The gall of the man, Covered in scars, one eye replaced, Teeth gleaming metal and half the jaw bone forged from hardened metal, Taking the hand, "likewise Col, now get your men to the Evac DZ"

If any other man had, well. but this one was about as tough as a ork steak, and like the rest of them basically abhuman in the sheer muscle mass and height. for humans, if you had to work with them, might as well be the best.

Komando Gadnuk looked into the distense,the ridge let him look further with the crude device crafted by one his now dead boyz. a Burning Ork convoy. dang humies, that might have been a ride out this jungle. but he might find some suplies, weapons and ammo there. a cunning look spotted some choice looking dead ork guards, yes he might get out this jungle yet with some of the gear there.

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Death watch report, ambush 456 Delta

Target is dead, all orks killed by ranged or close combat. Road blocked, estimated time to clear 5 days.

Ork code named ratchet is dead, scraps found, melta weapon used to kill it.

Intel lost, sign carved into the side of a armour plate identifies the main attack force as Black Templers, Impirial fist marked bolt cases and Catchan pattern las gun found.

Scout 46.

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Templer report, Operation Little sister.

Landing was as planned, drop zones clear of hostiles, 12 K north of target. Aproach was clear, few bodies found badly decayed, impossible to tell who allied to. Site it self was purged thoroughly, all bodies burnt. Bolt casings found, no bodies to mark who attacked. Site was old temple, ruined long ago and showed little sign of use in recent centuries. reason for attack unknown.

SIte 2 was same, purged, no bodies found. site did reveal shards of unpainted ceramite, broken symbol of sisters estimated from armour, Bolt shells, flamer fuel cells, strike force moved on fast. Temple shows same symbols as before. recorded in PIC 12F45

Site 3. Body found, signs of scarification. Marks suggest chaos cult. Locals interogated, report seeing "giants clad in silver, smaller figures in black metal, several also report the "I" was present on aircraft hull. Signs on temple match again. local said it was old, translated to "Lock upon the dark" "seal upon the final night"

Temples believed to relate to vault on planet, Inquisition looking for something on this world. Old temples may belong to cult worship or counter in belief of sealing the vault. local legend is one is ment to hold a relic weapon said to be able to destroy the vault, was hidden many centuries ago, hundreds where built to hide the true site. "refrenced as spear of the star" PIC from site 2 attached as representation of this weapon.

Report end.

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"This escort force Guardian ready to deploy, Lord karak chomand. Sentinal second.
Inform the lord general we will be taking him to Front line at Fort known as "Spartan" Objective is to increase morale, and get the General a idea of the situation on the ground"

Sneaking down the cargo cranes plating, the man drew a small pistol and a spool of wire. firing the dart into the air duct and climbing above the serfs supervising the cargo lifters stories below. The grate gave way and he climbed past catching the cammolene body suit on the sharp edge. "damn, fething metal" whispering into the dark. taking a small spray can the damage was sealed instantly, but it was finite.

The map of vents was accurate, this deck was un inhabited, ideal place to from a hide. Pushing a grill aside and sliding though, decks where lit, but quiet, shadows and corners easily letting the shadow bypass a group of serfs maintaining a broken section of deck plating. The target was 2.5km down, deep in the hull, long way to go.

Only his misfortune came. caught in the light between a hanger door, Death Korps. Death korps on a space marine ship?

"Halt, identify" half a dozen las weapons raised in unison.

"Inquisition, lower your weapons"

"identify" the faceless Sgt replied, muffled by the mask, you could never tell what they where up to.

Reaching for the document, no seal but should do for a autantum like these Korpsman, or as some said corpsemen.

"Halt, Tresspasser. By order of the Marshall identify" Boomed the Marine.

"Oh feth," caught, not even the inquisitor could get him out of this one as he was lead to holding cells. Even if he was freed, his own lord may just kill him anyway. She never had shown mercy before.

The day before the attack on the Kommando camp

Gadnuk approached the wooden cage that held the sleeping General, he kicked it and said brutishly “Wakey, wakey, ya git” The man shuttered to life, he was drenched head to toe in filth. Gadnuk squatted down to look his captive in the eye “Today is yer lucky day, Kruga paid up.” The man was brought to tears “Praise the Emperor.” Gadnuk laughed “Yer Emperah ad nuffin to do wif it.” Gadnuk took a seat “Remember who captured you?” The man nodded solemnly “I was ambushed by traitors.” Gadnuk questioned “And how did you escape” “I killed the guard and stole his keys, from there I acquired a weapon and snuck my way out.” Gadnuk smiled “Don’t forget what I told you.” The man nodded and Gadnuk called out behind him “Larpo get da Gutrippas and get da War Kopta ready, you and da boyz are gonna help get da general home”

A few hours later

Commander Axton of the Novamarines was leading a rapid response team to a possible sighting of General Fracash. His men failed to secure him last time so he hoped to restore some glory to his chapter by launching a successful rescue operation. The Thunder-hawk’s pace had slowed to scan for signs of the General, they had reached the area where the man was reported, but saw no sign of him. Axton began to lose hope, perhaps the reports were mistaken. But then signs of a single human in the jungle below came upon the auspex. Axton told the pilot “That’s got to be him bring us about.” The Novamarines leapt from the vessel before it touched the ground immediately rushing to the mud covered general. Axton spoke “General Fracash”. the man was silent shacking clutching onto a las pistol. Axton barely recognized the torn uniform that marked him as a general “General Fracash, we have been dispatched to help you. Please come with us.” The General nodded and slowly headed for the ship. Once in the air Axton questioned the man “General what happened.” The man shook as he silently whispered “Heretics.” Axton had heard enough.

Hours after the attack on Gadnuk’s compound

Gadnuk stumbled through the forest collapsing near a tree he spat “I ain’t gonna bleed out like no delicatee Eldar pansy.” As he sat he pondered what to do next, the nearest orks were BoomGob’s boyz, maybe they could patch him up.

A few days later

Gadnuk was furious that BoomGob and his camp were destroyed “Bah, that git still owed me teef after I got those bitz fer him” He stumbled through the wreckage of BoomGob’s camp Gadnuk was lucky to find a half working truck. He had been fortunate enough to get it working. He slammed a missing bit he didn’t know the name for into the engine and the ramshackle vehicle came to life. He smiled “Who needs a mek boy.” He had one objective in mind get to the rally point. Fortunately for Gadnuk, his unit of Gutrippas had been off transferring General Fracash back to the Imperials. Hopefully they had managed to escape the Deathwatch.

Gadnuk pulled up to the mouth of the cave that served as the kommandos emergency fall back point. Outside the mouth of the cave sat Larpo’s War Kopta, a good sign. Gadnuk entered the cave and could hear the voice of his men arguing. The sum ten orks stood in a circle in the heart of the cave. Old Skagnet was yelling “I’m da oldest so I’m da boss” Fingaz rebutted “No you ain’t ya stupid old Git, I’m da biggest around ere!” Than Bleeda shouted “Gadnuk appointed me Sarge-Git dat makes me da kommanda of dis unit” Bigrippa laughed “You, yer a zoggin goff, what you know bout leading kommandos, I should be in charge, I got the most Dakka.” squeeza laughed “Aint nobody gonna follow you fart-rippa” Rippa immediately charged at his rival and soon all the orks were brawling. Even Sleekit the grot was biting at legs. Gadnuk entered the area of the cave and shouted “Enough!” All the orks stopped fighting and stood to listen. Grimsnikk spoke stammering his words “Boss, we thought you was dead, what happened.” “Black space Marheens, das wat.” Silence fell into the dimly lit cave as Blackrog the demolitions expert asked “So, what now?”

Gadnuk looked to Bleeda as Grimsnik apllied the bandages to Gadnuk’s wounds. “Status report.” The Goff smiled and tossed Gadnuk two massive sacks of teef “old Kruga came through. He offered a nice fat sack of teef for the safe return of dat git, in addition to the teef he gave the location of some supply depots, locations we can sell to our Bad Moon contact” Gadnuk was somewhat relieved, with this he could rebuild some of what he lost.”

In the days to follow Gadnuk used his newly acquired wealth to enlist the services of a small deff skull clan.

Gadnuk looked around his hidden cave camp, the cavern was now full of the blue painted orks. His once secret hideout for him and his men was beginning to lose its secluded charm. The Deff Skulls were a noisy lot, but if all went according to plan he wouldn’t need to be so stealthy. Rux PainGob was the big mek in charge of the small clan of boyz that called themselves deff skulls. PainGob was big, but still smaller than Gadnuk. Gadnuk found him juggling a trio of Gretchen, one being his personal assistant Sleekit. Gadnuk yelled “Oi quit jugglin me grot, dat one’s mine, and if you break em I’ll have to break you.” The mek set down the rebellious grot and spoke “Sorry boss, didn’t know dat one was yers.” The ork called out “Frox, find me anuther grot to juggle.” Gadnuk shook his head Deff Skulls are a bunch of weirdoes. Gadnuk picked up Sleekit and told him “Round up da Gutrippas teel em we got a meeting.” The Gretchen saluted and scampered off to convey the message.

The orks had gathered around Gadnuk’s war table. At the heart of the stolen ornate table was a map of Gallor prime they raided from the imperials. Grimsnikk was annoyed at the presence of the Deff Skull mercenaries “Why couldn’t you have hired, some Goffs or even better some proper merc Blood Axes.” Fingaz added “Zoggin thieves to da last of em.” Blackrog chimed in “So, we’re thieves too isn’t we.” Old Skagnet blurted “Yeah, we thieves but not like deez gitz, dey just take stoopid fings like squig ointment and trousers, when we take somfing iz cuz it’s worth takin.” Sarg-Git Bonebleeda slammed his fist to the table “Shut yer gobz ya gitz we ain’t here to talk bout da skulls.” Gadnuk nodded “Thank you mister Bleeda, Da skulls are weird yeah, but dey were da best we could afford. And we are gonna need dem to have any chance at pulling off my plan.” Bigrippa smiled “We’re all ears boss.”

Gadnuk stood and turned to his retinue “A few nights ago Grizz and Dizz found some mad omie walkin about our camp, Da Git was yellin about a vault. Da vault dat old Grinbad is after. Unfortunately, dem gitz dat got da drop on us at da compound up and nabbed him out from under us. I want to get dat git back and use him to find da vault.” Squeeza interrupted “But boss we don’t got a zoggin clue where dem umies took em.” Gadnuk reached into his trouser pocket and revealed a tracking device “Before da fighting I put one of Fingaz trackers on our prisoner, in case we lost em.” Gadnuk pressed a button and a holographic globe of Galor prime appeared over the table and the tracking signal hovered over the planet. Gadnuk spoke again “You see da gitz took him to der ship in orbit. So my plan is simple. We gotta reach out to Grinbad and get him and his fleet to attack da space marines, then we launch a rok shock boarding action wif da Deff skulls from the planets surface.” The kommandos went silent, this plan was crazy even by ork standards. Nixmek spoke “Boss, dis iz madness, Grinbad tried to kill us fer mork’s sake just cus we’z blood axes, not to mention how risky a surface to air boarding action is.” Gadnuk spoke “Look what ever iz in da vault has to be good, otherwise it wouldn’t be so zoggin hard to open right, There’s got to be some good loot in there, and Grinbad wants it more den anything, if we’ll be da richest orks evah.” The table went silent until Grizz spoke “I’m in boss” than Dizz sighed “Zog, if he’s goin I gotta go.” Burny the insane burzerker let out some crazed grumbled, to which larpo replied “Burny and I are in too.” Soon every one of the Gutrippas pledged their commitment to the plan and Bleeda spoke “We’re all wif you boss.” Gadnuk grinned “I think its time we call Grinbad and tell him the good news.”

Aboard the bridge of the Dakkanator Grinbad smiled wickedly at his flawless collection. The staff, the black three eyed skull, the bronze chest, and the broken sword were now all his. He trekked all across the sector to acquire them, but they were all his. The weirdboyz were hoping that the vault may put off a faint psionic signal like the relics did, but so far they found no trace of it in the immaterium of the warp. Grinbad stared out the widow that looked at his mighty fleet of Kruzas looming menacingly over Gallor Prime. Suddenly Big mek Brainbreaka spoke “Kaptin, I’m getting a weird transmission planet side, I fink der tryin to hail us.” Grinbad was angered, he disliked being drawn away from his precious loot. The ork spoke “On screen” Than Gadnuk’s image appeared on the bay window. Gadnuk spoke “Long time no see Grinbad.” The pirate was furious “You dare to show yer ugly mug to me you insignificant blood axe RUNT!” Gadnuk laughed “Shut yer gob and lissen, I got something you want.” The pirate rose from his command throne and shouted at the screen “Zog you, no blood axe gots anyfing I want.” Gadnuk smiled “I know where the vault is.” Grinbad was stunned by the statement but then returned to yelling “No you don’t you lying git” Gadnuk made a face as if he was confessing “True, but I know where to find a omie that knows where….” Grinbad spat “No omie knows where da vault iz.” Weird boy Zeknet whispered “Boss hear him out, its da only lead we’ve had so far.” Gadnuk had a picture of the mad man that he held to the screen. The man’s skin was a pale grey and his back was hunched over. Grinbad laughed “You expect me to believe dat welp, knows anyfing.” Zeknet whispered to Grinbad “Boss dat omie is weird, weird like da staff.” He whispered back “You fink he can find it” the weird boy nodded Grinbad spat “Where is he?” Gadnuk spoke “Some space Marines took em from me, I know where dey are and I got a plan to get em back.” Grinbad spat “What do you want Gadnuk” the Kommando smiled “Two things, one I want as much loot as me and my boyz can carry out of da vault, and two I want dat git Grunt dead.” Grinbad was more angered at the prospect of sharing the plunder of the vault than having to kill off his head Kommando, he ran the idea through his head and came to a conclusion “Alright Gadnuk, you got yerself a deal, but if you don’t deliver or if you betray me, I’ll rip you in half and eat yer eyes.” Gadnuk smiled “Meet me at deez coordinates tomorrow so we can go over da plan, and bring Grunt alive I want to kill em myself.“ The transmission was killed and Grinbad sat back in his chair. He didn’t trust Gadnuk in the slightest, as he was still a good for nothing blood axe, but if he could deliver what he was promising well, that flaw could be looked over.

Colonel Veck sighed, another battle had been won, but at what cost? Upon arriving to the location where the ork's meeting was supposed to take place the Kasrkin had found it crawling with foul greenskins, far too many to sneak past. Seeing no other option the order was reluctantly given to launch a frontal assault. Striking like lightning the Kasrkin's assault had bitten into the ork lines like a hot knife through butter. Very swiftly they had fought their way to the center of the encampment and taken out the two warbosses that were meeting there. After that it had been a difficult fight to hold out until evac had arrived in the form of Valkyries from the orbiting fleet above. Many of his men had died. Far too many for him to ever sleep well again. Thankfully, there was a bright side to this sorry endeavor. A crude letter found in the camp indicated the greenskins were searching for something. A vault. What was in the vault was unknown, but if the greenskins wanted it then it had to be something good. If the Imperials could find it first then they would have a leg up on the greenskins, and all the other foul enemies of man that were encroaching on this world like the rats they were.

Commissar Jack Sheppard walked down the halls of the Wolverines Valiant Battle Barge. Codicier Victrilo walked along with him speaking as they passed through the bulkhead doors, “I am glad that you were able to come to collect Commissar Gavor, it would be beneficial for him to see a familiar face, especially one of similar rank.” Sheppard spoke “Dorian and I have rarely seen eye to eye, but I respect him. He is quite the effective commander.” The Librarian made a face of discomfort “Lord Commissar, I must be frank. When we recovered him he was in terrible shape. He seemed to improve a bit after a few days, but any progress he made was crushed after the Deathwatch got their hands on him.” Sheppard raised an eye brow “The Watch was here? What were they after?” Victrilo sighed “I’m afraid I don’t know, I have no recollection of why they came here, nor any memory of their presence. I fear they did something to my mind.” The thought disturbed Sheppard and the two continued to Gavor’s quarters in silence. When they reached the room Victrilo spoke “I will let you two be alone, when you are ready to leave come find me.” Sheppard nodded and entered the room.

Gavor sat at the simple desk in his room with his back facing Sheppard. He didn’t bother to turn when he heard the door open. Sheppard spoke “It is good to see you Dorian” Gavor spoke quietly without turning “Sheppard” Sheppard approached Gavor, he saw that he was toying with a medal that bore the symbol of the Aquilla. Gavor turned his face to Sheppard, and Sheppard could now see the metallic visor that covered his eyes. Gavor read from the back of the medallion “In recognition of your sacrifice in the name of our immortal God Emperor.” Gavor chucked it across the room, “It’s the second one I’ve received on this campaign.” Sheppard was concerned “Dorian, I know you’ve been through a lot.” Gavor rose to his feet and got into Sheppard’s face, Sheppard could see his reflection in the chrome visor “Do you, because I don’t think you do. Have you been used as bait against orks, have you lost both your arms and one of your legs, have you had your memory invaded and stolen by psykers? You think yourself so great, The champion of the tourney, sword breaker, leader of the Paragons. You have been blessed Sheppard, so do not pretend to understand my suffering.” Sheppard was at a loss for words “What happened to you Dorian.”

Gavor fell back into the chair “We should have turned around when we lost the first Valkyrie, and it was plain irresponsible to go on after the hell drake incident. But my pride said press on. I’ve seen my men die before in horrible and vicious ways but that was just… The men retreated I should have shot them but I just let them go. I caught the bastard xeno and killed him, but not before he sunk his poisonous blade into my back. Next thing I know I’m tied down to a chair in a dark room. The bastard tried to break me and at times I wanted to let myself fold but I couldn’t. The irony is I should be thankful for the torturing; had that eldar not given me the antidote I’d be dead. But you know what the worst part is I can’t even remember why I was being tortured, I try to think of it and I only find pain.” Sheppard spoke “Dorian I’m sorry, nobody should have to go through that, and what the inquisition did to you is horrible.” Gavor smiled “They tried to take everything from me but I have pieces, scraps of memory without any context.” Gavor’s smile faded and transformed to a frown “I don’t know what they took, but it used to make me happy.” Sheppard asked “What do you remember?” Gavor spoke “Maybe they’ll make some sense to you. Let’s see; Red hair on my bed, Exhausting physical therapy, and fried fish things. Any of that sound familiar?” Sheppard raised an eye brow red hair, they shared only one red headed acquaintances “Knight Captain Petra Zorah.” Gavor laughed “No not her, I’m aware of your familiarity with her.” Sheppard was caught off guard he didn’t think Gavor was aware of them “You spying on me Commissar” Gavor grinned “You were acting suspicious, sneaking away all the time. I suspected you of something sinister. When I found out what you were realy up to I had a good laugh. For a time, I considered blackmailing you to advance my career. But I decided that’s not how I want to become Commissar general. Your secret is safe.” Dorian laughed “Thanks Sheppard, I actually feel a little… Sibyl” Sheppard was confused “Who’s Sibyl” Dorian shook his head “I have no idea.” Sheppard put a hand on the Commissar’s shoulder “You will have time to think of it on the way back. We get the exclusive honor of escorting Lord General Zonand.” Gavor smiled “No rest for the wicked.” Sheppard returned the grin “Even less for the good.”

Good to see the thread is healthy again, also if you want random numbers rolled for you please PM them to me.

Great writing everyone, mixing it up really nicely.

Watch Captain Titus had eschewed his armour for the lighter off-duty robes he wore. Most of the Deathwatch did, although there were always exceptions. The emblazoned sigil of the Ordo Xenos stood out from the grey robes, marking his affiliation for all to see. It was quiet aboard the "Necessity", although somewhat too quiet. Indeed, the only thing audible was the sound of his bare feet padding along the deckwork and servitors toiling at their tasks. Occassionally, a serf would walk by, give the Captain a deferential nod, and continue with their errand. Unlike normal men, these serfs were indentured into the Ordo Xenos, each one far smarter or stronger than a normal human though selective breeding pools. Titus was glad that he wasn't fawned upon every constant second by gawking guardsmen.
It made him feel more.. human.

The bulkhead door behind him slid open, with Apothecary Py'ros leaving, dataslate in hand. His narthecium remained on his arm, without the rest of his ebony power armour. Upon seeing Titus, he nodded curtly.
"So, Apothecary. What news of Freidrik?"

"Apart from being very much insane and literal sack of flesh, he's fine. I've no idea what Castiel did to the man, but he isn't what he was. Drakes above, he even stopped rabbiting on about this vault. As for his physical condition, it's still undetermined."

"Understood. My thanks, Py'ros."

"Thanks received, but that's not our biggest problem. Namely, our biggest problem is probably heading right here, in a hollowed out asteroid, carrying multiple bladed instruments and firing indiscriminately."

Titus paused, confusion plain on his face. "I'm sorry?"

"There's a locator beacon. Lodged in his skull. I can't extract it without killing him, not without the proper time constraints."

Titus growled in annoyance. "How long has it been broadcasting?

"Since we got two hundred clicks out of that camp. So, approximately ten hours."

"Warp damn those creatures. Apothecary, prepare a shuttle. Take the Inquisitor with you, and get your armour on. I'll meet up with you shortly."

Py'ros winced. "Captain, I don't think I like this plan."

"On the contrary, brother. I think you'll like it."

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Titus leaned over Pilot Samson's shoulder in the cramped shuttle. Py'ros and Inquisitor Freidrik were strapped in the small troop bay. His eyes were fixed on the radar ahead.
"Samson, get us away from the "Necessity". Get us to the wrecked ship, orbiting the red moon. Yes, that one."

"Captain, I'm getting signs of life from inside that wreckage. Whatever is in there, there is a working atmospheric generator, and something has set up shop in there."

"Correct, Techmarine. See the heart rate and temperature of those life forms? Slower than anything human, yes? Too slow for orks or Eldar. It's hibernating."

Py'ros heard this. "Tyranids. Genestealer genus." There was a definite sting of venom in his speech now. "And you took the shuttle with no weaponry."

"Calm down, Apothecary. We won't need weaponry to deal with this problem. Samson, how close can you get us to that wreckage?"

"How close do you want to be, Captain?"

Titus grinned. "Get us close enough for a grapnel to reach the airlock. Say, four hundred metres."

"Understood."

Titus backed away from the cockpit, and donned his helmet. In his other hand, he disengaged Inquisitor Freidrik's harness and slipped a rebreather over the old man's head.

Py'ros put a hand on Titus' arm. "What in Nocturne's name to you think you're doing? You aren't leaving him on that ship with the genestealers, are you?"

"That's precisely what we need to do, Salamander." Py'ros could hear the guilt in Titus' voice. "You said it yourself. We don't have the time to extract the beacon, and we can't afford to have the greenskins assault the "Necessity". By doing this, we can investigate Inquisitor Kryptman's Orks vs Tyranid theorem, and get the creatures off our backs.
Freidrik served well. May the Emperor guide him now."

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Titus attached a grapnel lead to his armour, and drifted out of the shuttle's airlock. One hand extended before him latched on to the airlock of the wrecked ship in front of him, the Inquisitor firmly held in his other hand. A power armoured boot smashed open the control panel, sending the airlock door squealing open. Titus hunkered in to the small space, and ripped the second door open. Immediately, red warning lights flooded the ship, bathing it in crimson. Wasting no time, the captain brought Freidrik to his visor and whispered a prayer of protection and safe passage to the Emperor's side. The small camera on Freidrik's rebreather blinked, nearly in affirmation.
Titus left Freidrik drifting further into the bowels of the wreckage, watching the light die in the darkness.

As he was pulled back into the shuttle, the emergency airlock doors slammed shut, sealing the Inquisitor in his drifting tomb. Genestealers were already wakening.
Titus removed his helm and re-entered the cockpit.

"Now, Techmarine, get us back to the "Necessity" and activate cloaking procedures. We cannot be found."

Lord Governor Hannibal Pavus sat in the limousine directly across from Lord General Kruger Zonand. Between them was a small table with a handsome selection of liquors. The two had been laughing and exchanging pleasantries. Pavus smiled “I am so glad you came to visit us Kruger, the campaign fares even better than I could imagine, when I asked you for astartes reinforcement back on Trisburge I didn’t dream you would send so many.” Kruger sighed “In honesty I had little say in the matter, when the Inquisition orders you to do something, it is bad for one’s personal health to do anything else.” Hannibal shook his head “Eh bastards, did you hear they got their hands on one of my Commissars.” The general shook his head “Ah yes, I heard how does Commissar Gavor fare.” Hannibal took a sip of his drink and spoke after swallowing “He’s well I think, though I heard he still somewhat traumatized after the whole ordeal.” Kruger crossed his leg and spoke “He’s a strong man that one, not everyone could go through all that and come out sane, wish I had a thousand more like him.” Hannibal felt it time to change the subject “How is Captain Nanney, he was quite impressive at the tourney.” “He and his men are currently dealing with our Necron problem, the tech priest say we can slowly clear the tomb world level by level without awakening the entire planet, I hope that is the case, otherwise we may have a serious problem on our hands.” Kruger spoke curiously “And what of your hunt you and your men came here seeking that ork pirate.” Hannibal smiled “Oh its here and I know what its looking for.” Kruger’s curiosity was peaked “Do you?” Hannibal laughed “Its in search of some mystical ancient vault or some non-sense. So all I have to do Is find the vault and the stupid ork will come to me.” Kruger asked “How did you find all that out.” The governor smiled and spoke “I have my ways.”

The Vehicle pulled up to the area where the Lord General was to deliver his speech. As they exited the motorcade the two were immediately met by the general’s Black Templar body guards, Brother Initiate Straniss Marsh and Brother Initiate Fidan Roche. The two have followed him like a power armored shadow ever since the kommando incident. Also to there to greet them were Commissars Sheppard and Gavor, along with Cadet Alenko. The party approached the stage passing the thousands of ranks of men. The 1st company clad in their ornate carapace armor formed a column so that the lord general could pass through the rank and file of the common soldiers.

The day was hot and utterly unpleasant for any sort of out door venue especially some long winded speech.

Hannibal took the stage and approached the podium. “I am here today to recognize the courageousness and valor you men have displayed through out the reclamation of this world. Trough our hard work and sacrifice we have done what many would say to be impossible. But none of this would have been possible had it not been for the courage and guile of our generals. We are all forever in their debt.”

In the crowd whispers were passed between the troopers. Private Niles “Thorn jumper” of the Catachan regiments whispered to colonel Iron tooth, “Is this bastard really giving all the credit to the fething generals.” Away from them Major Pernian of the Ruffians whispered to the man to his left “what an ass hole”

Kruger continued “Oh but our duty is far from done, as the road ahead is long and can only be won with our blood.” Corporial Gaspard of the Mud dogs sneered quietly “you mean our blood, not yours.” Kruger raised his arms thinking he had the crowd wrapped around his finger “Remember only in death does duty…” before he could finish the sentence the Lord General was struck by a boot, thrown from the crowd. The audience erupted in laughter as the blow staggered the general backward. Even Roche the Space Marine could barely resist chuckling, Straniss however didn’t take it so lightly, the marine immediately got between the general and the crowd and raised his bolter and unarmed soldiers. The men ducked as the bolter scanned over them. Kruger was at a loss for words, Commissar Gavor spoke “My lord we should leave less the situation escalate.” Kruger nodded and they began to make their way to the vehicle. Kruger was booed as they passed down the line of the carapace armored first company. Some of the rowdier men actually pushed up against the guards so they could personally insult the general, however most of them were met with a rifle but before they could say anything. Soon enough the party made it to vehicle and the General and the Governor were off. The two space marines racing to their bikes to act as escorts. Gavor and Sheppard turned back to the stage.

Gavor approached the podium, he didn’t say anything he only looked at the crowd. Gavor than saw who he was looking for through his visor, the single guardsmen with only one boot. Commissar Gavor drew his auto pistol and shot the Catachan soldier once in the chest, killing him. The crowd went silent as Gavor spoke into the microphone “I will not tolerate this behavior! I can assure you there will be consequences for all of you. Report back to your company commanders on the double.” The men began to disperse, the Catachan jungle fighters giving him a look of hatred as they passed, it was obvious to Gavor he had made an enemy. Sheppard drew near the commissar and said “Perhaps killing the Catachan was unwise.” Gavor spoke bluntly “He was insubordinate.” Sheppard spoke “Yes but you could have found an alternative punishment, something non-lethal. Now you’ve angered the Jungle devils, and you have heard the rumors about the commissars that get dethatched to them having accidents.” Gavor took in a deep breath “I don’t intend to have any accidents, catachan or otherwise.”

Someone needs to go talk to the Minotaurs, they refused to meet with us mere mortals, one of the marine commanders needs to go meet them.
Also, after investigating the mysterious signal from the moon, Rob gave me free rein to come up with the source of the signal, so I hope you guys like what I chose to be the source of the signal. Enjoy

Contacting Lord Commander Jeremiah
Contacting....
Contact Made

My Lord, the situation on the moon of Gailor Prime is as follows:

Imperial Navy Scout Team Alpha landed on the moon and began searching for the source of the signal that we detected emanating from it. After some time of searching we found the source of the signal. Team Alpha uncovered what appears to be ruins of a necronic nature. Upon uncovering the ruins Scout Team Alpha was immediately engaged by a foe that was later identified to be known as a "Wraith". Team Alpha immediately initiated a tactical withdrawal and fell back to their evacuation Valkyrie, taking heavy casualties on the way from hidden security measures that activated as the team fell back. My Lord, the situation on Gailor Prime is dicey as is, we cannot afford to have another foe above us on the moon, I recommend immediate action to remove the threat from the moon, but I and my ship will wait for further orders

Your Humble Servant,
Captain Severus
Battleship Vengeance.

Should I do it? Send the Lapdogs of the Imperium at more Lapdogs?

Up to you guys on the minautors. You displayed Kruger perfectly.

Kruger?

I guess he is getting to like his templer bodyguards, no one has yet to cause him too much harm.

No one argues with a bolter ;-)

Down on a rough dirt landing pads the Templer Armour was being deployed, Several Land raiders, Rhino's and a escort of bikers and predator Battle tanks gunned there massive engines and rolled onto the Assembly area. Lastly a huge black Land raider Spartan rolled out onto dirt. its massive hull clad in thick Armour plating and mounting 4 twinned laser cannons on its flanks as 170 tons of armoured might rolled out onto Gallor prime, This time the Generals security would not fail.

Lord General Kruger walked out on to the pad, his own Chimera that had driven him here looking like a toy vs the array of black clad armour, Land raiders, Tanks, Bikes and AA and artillary. was this a escort or a small war?
"greeting lord General, glad to see you escaped the previous incident safely. There will be no such trouble this time i assure you, " Nodding over the pair of Marines carrying Heavy Bolters linked to massive belt fed backpacks and a Terminator spinning up and testing the systems on a Assault cannon. "Boots will be met by something more persuasive" The Lord General could tell the threat, they ment it.

"Yes, i fear it may be harmful to ones health"

"Well thats one way of putting it" Laughed Karak, " Come, convoy is ready to leave, your in the Spartan with Me, the Honour guard and your direct retinue. The juniors can follow in that Chimera you brought, you call that a tank?"

Boarding the Massive Spartan via the forward ramp, space was hardly lacking, several seats had been bulked out to accommodate its smaller human passengers, even a small drink cabinet was secured in one corner.
"Meet my Guard, Ulf, Reaper, Sentinal and Brook, Your in safe hands here." Greeting where exchanged but Reaper, that one seemed savage, something dangerous, even among Marines.

"This is Lord commissar Shepard who has joined me temporarily, LT Wolf, my adjunct and assistant, and finally my Honor guards, Drake, Marco, Defindo and expelliarmus, All fine men and Trusted" Greeting again exchanged as the two parties sized up the other, this would be a interesting ride. Lastly one last figure joined them. a red clad techmarine, full servo harness and a mighty power axe fashioned into the cog,skull.
"Spannerous, finaly we can depart, "
"yes Lord Marshall, The Adepts Boltus and Nutler are capable of maintain the forge while i care for the Spirits with us" Voice sounding like one of the Servitors, Most of the body was mechanical and augmented, it was hard to find organic parts left in the marines body.

"This Karak to all Marines, Roll out" The Lord general barely felt a thing as the tank moved away, around it many other Tanks and war machines followed on precise formation as guns, bolters and various weapons scanned there fire zones for threats as dust clouds plumed behind the group as it crossed the dusty plains, few vegetation grew in the dry season here and little cover existed for miles around bar the odd grox farm and herd that roamed randomly about. dumb animals, nasty temperament and pretty ugly, however the meat was not bad and basically everything down to its thick skin and bones had a use.

Back on the road the formation arrived at its first stop, a small imperial guard camp that acted as a patrol base, quiet, ideal warm up for the General after the previous day.

"Well that went well, The only thing thrown at you was a female Guards woman" Commissar Shepherd noted
"Yeah, Bet you did mind that one when she dropped her uniform" Laughed Brother Roche,
"Yes, well, She was certainly" The general paused mid sentence
"inspired, Lost for words General, your eyes where not" As Honour guard Ulf, lightly tapped his shoulder, even then he had to regain his balance. "sorry General, not used to regular humans"
"no offence taken" as the general rubbed his slightly bruised shoulder.

"right where is next Lord Karak?" Commissar Shepard asked, bringing the jokes to a end

"Camp Spartan, thats if the storms hold out"

Departing FOB Xerxes was slower as its small gates where only letting them out one by one, the guard commander glad to see his base returning to normal after a land raider had ran over and crushed several supply crates of las guns backing up. Deeper into the plains they drove, Spannerous muttering up in the front of the half full land raider as the rest relaxed in the back, read, or napped while they could.

"this is Chimerra 4-2, Contact spotted east"
"copy, all crews. stay alert"

A burst of static filled the radio and what sounded like screaming, "thats 4-2 gone, full alert, Guns hot" "dust storm visability down to 300m"
Up and down the convoy sporadic bursts of fire echoed, Hurricane Bolters roaring out sawing volleys into the attacking speed freakz. In the Spartan, the smell of ozone and hot metal filtered in from the laser cannons as they sent beams of searing death into enemy trukks.

"Resistance is growing, numbers up 150%" shells pinged off the armour, several guns had been damaged though and one Rhino had taken rocket and was damaged.
"copy, continue to ridge line sextus Echo"

AT the ridge line they saw down onto plain, huge wind storms where crossing and towering into the sky, several large bands of orks on warbikes and souped up veichals could be seen darting across, dodging, weaving and some being thrown hundreds of meters into the sky. gun fire echoed below as several packs dueled each other in break neck charges and high speed close combat.

"Not worth it" Karak thought aloud
"aye, too many orks, and storms" The Sentinal replied
"The cost exceeds the mission value by 175.7%" came the robotic Spannerous
"Back then, maybe we can pick up the Lord General that woman on the way home" laughed Ulf,
"Least his welcome will be warmer than those orks down there" Lt wolf replied
"Ha finaly the pup has a voice," Roche roared
"Afraid the for her, Captain Samantha of the Shuttle beat her to it"
"Cprl Drake Lets keep that between us shall we"
"Yes sir General, id rather not end up scrubbing the Cargo bay"

"agreed, on to the FOB, then back to base and be back in orbit soon as the storms clear"
"much agreed Lord Karak, now lets see who is the regicide master if you wish and pass the odd drink round"
"aye, Kruger. you know youl lose of course"


As the dust covered there retreat, the atmosphere was not bad aboard the convoy, despite failing Many read reports, some worked and rested, down time, much had changed in war, but you always made the most of those few lax moments.

Righteousrob wrote:
Up to you guys on the minautors. You displayed Kruger perfectly.

whoops,

Righteousrob wrote:

Righteousrob wrote:
Up to you guys on the minautors. You displayed Kruger perfectly.

whoops,

Did i miss something?

 Tactical_Spam wrote:

Righteousrob wrote:

Righteousrob wrote:
Up to you guys on the minautors. You displayed Kruger perfectly.

whoops,

Did i miss something?

What did I miss?