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Think Smudge would mind if the New Order didn't want to set foot onto Gallor Prime? Too risky an operation to attempt with only ten terminators...

 Tactical_Spam wrote:
Think Smudge would mind if the New Order didn't want to set foot onto Gallor Prime? Too risky an operation to attempt with only ten terminators...

Hey, your dudes! I'm not fussed what you do, just PM when you decide to do it.

Oh boy, I get to fight a kraken and deal with orks! Happy day!

As a side note: I like my new name of Jack Black. I'll go get a stop sign...

 2BlackJack1 wrote:
Oh boy, I get to fight a kraken and deal with orks! Happy day!

As a side note: I like my new name of Jack Black. I'll go get a stop sign...

Looks like you're going in alongside my Ultramarines. DREAM TEAM GO!
I'm also kind of surprised that Smudge didn't mention the fact that Archarus pretty much has an entire Eldar Warhost coming after him.... maybe that'll be mentioned later for all I know.

 2BlackJack1 wrote:
Oh boy, I get to fight a kraken and deal with orks! Happy day!

As a side note: I like my new name of Jack Black. I'll go get a stop sign...

It is your lucky day indeed!

Oops, I've only just noticed that! I'll leave as is, but I shan't make that mistake again!

Archarus unclenched his teeth as the latest vision faded from his mind. Since he had been on this planet, XV Fahren-09, the damning visions had plagued him. Some showed people running in fear while a berserking warrior cut them down, laughing as their blood coated over him. Others featured men and women begging for mercy while an unseen force ended their lives indiscriminately. However, this latest vision was different than these bloodthirsty nightmares he encountered. This one featured sleek ships flying towards his own, of marines facing nimble aliens; it meant a war soon to come against a new foe. One much more insidious than the loyalist scum he was facing now.

“Lord. Forgive my interruption of your… meditations, but we received word from one of the outposts of… some sort of sea monster. It breaks through the ice and devours anything in its wake. Very dangerous, and only an astartes could bring it down. Without this beast gone, we won’t be able to fortify that entire region. Along with reports of it’s activities becoming more random, it is possible that it is capable of travelling very far distances. Perhaps even worldwide. Please, sire. Kill the monster before we lose its location entirely.” An overseer rattled out as he entered Archarus’ quarters.

The Warsmith sighed but waved the overseer away, who looked visually relieved at bit being killed for his intrusion. “I’ll bring you its head, and the rabble will use its meat as their diet for months. Now go, before I make you a warning for this monster.”

Ooh, a planet with heretics I cannot burn.... Shrugs chain weaponry it is.....

So defend the fungus plant from living fungus. I guess weed killer is banned lol.

Could be interesting with eldar and chaos about.

Now you just have to see if you can find me Templar

I will space elf, theres enough chainsword for everyone :-)

And just when I thought we could get along swimmingly. I was going to bring out the coffee and doughnuts so we could have a pleasant talk.

So I'm going to post what's going on with each of my forces here:

Julius:
As his drop pod shot down towards the surface of Kagrenz, Captain Julius reviewed the data that he had on it. Back in the 32nd Millenium a small exploration fleet had came across the planet and then mysteriously disappeared. Since then nobody had even tried to land on the planet. Until now. Julius allowed himself a small smile as he recalled how "Honour" and her attending fleet had smashed through the Ork vessels that had been sitting in orbit above the planet. The Orks didn't even get time to try and run, the fleet had came upon them so fast that the Orks were reduced to scrap within minutes. He was jolted out of his reverie as the retro thrusters on his drop pod activated just before the pod would have slammed into the planet. As the doors blew out and Julius took his first steps onto the planet alongside his command squad he realized that something was very, very wrong. First off, he didn't see all of his brothers. Out of the 9 Drop Pods and 3 Thunderhawks that had set off towards the planet, he only saw 7 of the Drop Pods and the 3 Thunderhawks. With rising unease he noticed that Tactical Squads Axion and Nemen were missing. Julius immediately tried to raise them on the vox and got only static from their channels. It was then that he noticed the trees and the fog. They looked deformed and twisted, as if something had just bent them for it's own amusement. Something about this planet set him on edge, and he instinctively gripped his storm shield and power axe a little tighter. As the rest of his forces began to secure a landing zone for the supporinng Guard forces and his company's heavier armor, Julius turned and shared a look with his Company Champion Brother Ivo. "Something's not right with this planet" Ivo muttered in a gravelly tone, it's as if this whole planet is just wrong. Julius couldn't disagree with him, but he had his orders to take and hold this planet, and he would do so. He ordered one of the Thunderhawks to take off and begin search efforts for their missing brothers, he had a feeling he would need their strength before this mission was over.

Lilliana:
As Farseer Lilliana stepped onto the planet of Novus Regulus she was instantly taken by a vision. She saw a human of this world, his name came to her mind, Gaius. As she watched she saw the man fighting against the orks alongside his brethren, his strength and courage helping them to beat back the vile greenskins time and time again. She then saw how at this moment that man was having a crisis of faith, one he had loved had betrayed him in the worst way. The man was at a tipping point, she instantly realized that this world was coming to a divide in it's fate. One road would lead to the planet's salvation. The other, to it's destruction. Lilliana realized that she now held the fate of this world in her hands. If she could help this mon'keigh find another to love, he would find in himself the strength to repulse the orks once more, but if she took advantage of his insecuirity, she could potentially bring down man on this planet, enabling her forces to work undetected, but that would mean giving the orks the advantage on this world. The vision ended then, and as she began to wonder at the implications a Guardian ran up to her and said "Pardon me Farseer, but the Rangers report that a small Ork patrol is headed this way, what are your orders?" Lilliana replied "I will deal with the orks, tell the Warhost to continue securing a foothold, I will dispatch these greenskins myself." And with that she set off to meet up with the Rangers. As she got to their position she instantly saw the patrol that the Guardian had described, although it would be hard to miss them, with all the noise they were making. There were 6 of them, 5 regular Boyz and one of what the Orks referred to as "Nobs". Lilliana recalled that they tended to be the leaders of Ork units, as they were the biggest and strongest in the group. Lilliana felt the beginnings of Battle Lust rise up in her soul and she stepped out of the tree line and began walking towards the group. One of them noticed her and began to call out a warning to his fellows, but before he could get it out he was instantly felled by the deadly accurate shooting of the Rangers. The rest of the small group of orks stared dumbfounded at their comrade's headless corpse for a second before they seemed to shake off their shock and they charged at Lilliana screaming "WAAAAAGH" but before they could even get within 10 feet of the Farseer they were shot down by the Rangers and Lilliana's shuriken pistol. She holstered the pistol and continued to walk calmly towards the Nob, who by this point had noticed her and was charging. She easily dodged the clumsy swings of his massive weapon and with one perfect swing of her Witch Blade she took his ugly head from his shoulders. "First Blood" she murmured, before turning back around and walking back towards her basecamp. There was much to be done yet.

Idrael.
Warlock Idrael sat in his quarters and began preparing to send Lilliana a psychic message telling her of his progress on the planet so far. The landing had gone off without a hitch and his small Warhost had fanned out throughout the surrounding area and began searching for clues as to where Archarus cowered. Most of them had come up empty, but they had found a group of farmers who's activity was suspicious. So far Idrael could not confirm If they knew anything, or even if they were Cultists to begin with. But it was a start. He knew he must be even more careful in the future. The humans would soon be landing forces on the planet, and unlike the dull-witted farmers on this planet, the Astartes would be much harder to fool.....

Ggaahhhhhhhhh. Everyone is named Gaius...

I didn't name the poor shmuck TS, Smudge did. Take it up with him if you have something against his naming scheme.

If anyone goes at naming I have techmarines spannerous, boltus and nutler.

Forgot drillicus, with a auger arm lol

Gaius is not bad at all.

 jhe90 wrote:
If anyone goes at naming I have techmarines spannerous, boltus and nutler.

Forgot drillicus, with a auger arm lol

Gaius is not bad at all.

I should start pulling names out of the Bible for my Judges... Judge Gideon anyone?

Surprisingly enough, GW pulled a lot of names from the Bible and Hebrew culture. Abbadon is actually the Angel of the Underworld and his title in the Book of Revelations is "The Destroyer"

Abbadon the Destroyer...

A white Stormraven touched down on the frozen surface long enough to disembark four lightly armoured Hassassins in full winter gear and one Techmarine. In truth, the Techmarine was not needed, but the Chapter Master insisted they find an actual land mass to fortify on and not the ice. Details became a little fuzzy after that. Each Hassassin was issued a plasma gun from Forge Deimos. Mars-Pattern was more powerful yet had the innate drawback of harming its wielder, plus, the Hassassins had all the time in the world and there was nothing to kill with extra stopping power. It took the party roughly 45 minutes to find land. It wasn't really land but more like an island. The Techmarine assumed it was an extinct volcano and ran several tests to secure that case. Each Hassassin then deployed a homing beacon around the island every kilometer or so. The Techmarine waited till this important task was complete before engaging his long range vox and contacting "Dorn's Fury," which was hidden in "stealth mode" in the high orbit of the planet. Slowly but surely, the message would be relayed from "Dorn's Fury" to the other ships so they could begin "Phase 2, plan Beta."

The Faustian Ships had arrived on schedule just as Governor Pavus said they would. All the infantrymen that survived Gallor Prime were making ready to rejoin their brothers in arms aboard the three additional ships that came from their home sector. All except the Fusiliers of the 7th and the Faustian Knights 4th mounted company. Sheppard felt his men regret not leaving with the rest of the Faustian units. They had hoped to see some familiar faces from their home world, but they were marooned aboard the mighty Templar vessel. The men of the 7th had nothing but respect and admiration for their commissar, as Sheppard had saw them through much since they first started serving with him. However, moral was still in tragically short supply.

Sheppard watched as the ranks of men passed through the boarding tube that connected the ships. The Commissar saw captain Reiner, the bearded man frowned and waved a final goodbye to his old friend then disappeared into the boarding tube with the rest of his men. Cadet Alenko approached the commissar who leaned on the railing. The young man spoke “Lord Sheppard, may I ask a question.” Sheppard laughed “I don’t feel very lordly right now Jethro, Sheppard will suffice.” “Why did you do this? I don’t disagree with your action I only fail to see the reason why. Lord Pavus is equally qualified to Lord Zonand why intervene? You only stood to gain from his ascension to the rank, but you chose to notify the Templars, why.” Sheppard took a moment to reflect upon the question Sheppard spoke plainly “It was the right thing to do. This power grab could very well threaten the unity of this crusade, and unity has been our only reliable weapon against our enemies.” Cadet Alenko understood the nature of the Commissar’s sacrifice.

Aboard the Wrath of Faust

The Faustian military was indeed an impressive sight. They welcomed their Lord Governor with a display of the 1st Faustian Knight Regiment “The Peerless” Headed by Knight Lord Commander Tennyson. Their armor was second only to the suits of power armor worn by the Sisters of Battle and the Astartes. Each Knight’s plate of Faustian Black Steel was coated with a layer of obsidian that struck fear into the hearts of the common man. Though Space marines were death incarnate these men looked to be the very agents of the reaper. Knight Lord Tennyson stood proudly with his men, he personally selected every knight brother and sister that entered his ranks, a deed he has preformed rigorously for the last fifty years. The man was ancient well over a hundred and forty, the surgeries had kept him alive but they could not mask the battle hardening that took its toll on the old man’s face. His hair was chrome as if the armor had sunk into his scalp. His face was stern as the Governor approached him.

The Knight Lord pounded his fist to his breast plate, “My Lord Crusade Force Anvil reporting for duty.” Pavus smiled he was eager to put these new men to the test “Ah Knight Lord I am glad you and your men could join our campaign, at your age I’d have expected you to settle down in your castle.” The old knight quoted “I cannot rest from travel: as all times I have enjoyed Greatly, have suffered greatly, And drunk delight of battle with my peers. Such is the way of the Faustian Knight, and so let my end be in the service of the god emperor” The Hound approached standing at Hannibal’s side, he spoke in their ancient tongue “decorum mortem nisi prius ignominia.“ The old man was angered obviously angered by his presence “You are no longer a Knight mister Braddock, you will not speak our words.” The hound placed a hand to the sword at his hip and smiled “Make me.” Had they not been in the presence of the highest ranking official of their home world the two men would have clashed steel. Fortunately for whoever would have lost the challenge Pavus intervened “Gentlemen, our enemy is those filthy xenos and traitors we do not need to fight our selves.” The Knight Lord Commander bowed slightly to the the governor and spoke “My apologies my lord, I will have a squire escort you to your quarters, will mister Braddock be accompanying you.” Hannibal nodded “We have business to discuss. I want a full report of the forces as well.”

Hannibal sat at his old desk with his feet kicked up on the ancient red mahogany that only grew on his home world. The report read as followed.

Faustian Navy including initial expeditionary vessels

The Wrath of Faust (Cruiser Gothic class)

The Imperial Mariner (Cruiser Gothic Class)

The Jericho (Frigate Firestorm Class)

The Korra (Battlecruiser Mars Class)

The Batorax (Battleship Retribution Class)

Ground Forces including expeditionary forces.

Faustian 1st Fusiliers Captain Braddock (reinforcement replenishment 4,000. status 6,406.)
Faustian 7th Fusiliers Lord Commissar Sheppard (Reinforcement 6,000. status on hold)
Faustian 8th Fusiliers Acting Force Commander Lieutenant Vorvan (Reinforcement 6,000 Status. 7,022)
Faustian 11th Fusiliers Captain Reiner (Reinforcements 6,000. Status 8,003)
Faustian 29th Fusiliers Captain Vess (7,250 men)
Faustian 44th Fusiliers Captain Mosk (7,250 men)
Faustian 47th Fusiliers Captain Tanner (7,250 men)
Faustian 65th Fusiliers Captain Natollusk (7,250 men)
Faustian 77th Fusiliers Captain Locke (7,250 men)
Faustian 82nd Fusiliers Captain Octavius (7,250 men)
Faustian 96th Fusiliers Captain Heckter (7,250 men)

Gatlock 112th Riflemen Commissar Couslend (5,000 men)
Gatlock 152nd Riflemen Captain Bogger (5,000 Men)

Vertagonian 32nd Hoplites Captain Pattergonian (5,000 men)
Vertagonian 33rd Hoplites Captain Ducantis (5,000 men)

Trisbourgan 1st Commando Captain Sandov (Reinforcements N/A Status 3,883.)
Trisbourgan 2nd Infantry Corps Captain Rey (Reinforcements N/A Status 2,032.)
Trisbourgan 3rd Infantry Corps Captain Samson (Reinforcements N/A Status 1,014.)

Faustian 1st Mounted Knight Calvary, Knight Lord Commander Tennyson (1,499 men)
Faustian 3rd Mounted Knight Calvary, Knight Captain Davuth (2,000 men)
Faustian 4th Mounted Knight Calvary, Knight Captain Petra (Reinforcements 250. Status on hold)
Faustian 9th Mounted Knight Calvary, Knight Captain Vakarius (Reinforcements 250. Status 1,337)

The Royal Faustian Air force, Sky Captain Reynolds (450 assets)
Faustian Mechanized Division Lord Commander Shamus (1,500 assets)

Hannibal took a sip of his beverage and grinned, this war of his just got a lot more exciting.

Sad thing is I've been on this forum for a while and I still don't know how to use that thing. That's why I haven't used it. Good suggestion though.

 War Kitten wrote:
Sad thing is I've been on this forum for a while and I still don't know how to use that thing. That's why I haven't used it. Good suggestion though.

you type [ spoiler ] then [/ spoiler ] but you have to remove the spaces

Edit: those have to be around everything that should be in the spoiler BTW

 Ezra Tyrius wrote:

Spoiler:

I was going to try and write it one of the past two days, but real life slammed me harder than a Battle-Cruiser crashing into a continent (any connection to events that have occurred during this Crusade are purely coincidental), so I haven't been able to keep up much; I'll definitely try and come through with it in the next two days, hope you don't mind

Major Characters in my Eldar Warhost

Farseer Lilliana
Warlock Indrael (senior warlock, unofficial leader when Lilliana isn't around)
Exarch Caelyn (Howling Banshee Exarch, unofficial Aspect Warrior Leader)
Exarch Igrid (Dire Avenger Exarch)
Exarch Eladria (Dark Reaper Exarch)
Vorel (Crimson Hunter Aspect Warrior)

Archarus ignored the complaints of the cultists around him. His terminator armor kept most of the bone chilling out, but the men he had brought with him weren’t as fortunate. Already several had been reduced to shivering husks who were of no further use to him on his hunt. The Warsmith had deemed a total of five warships necessary to kill such a threat, and all had been armed specifically to kill the brute as quickly as possible. Of course, Archarus didn’t expect the monster to be too hard to kill, but it never hurt to remind others, fauna and follower alike, who was really the master of this planet.

++Movement sighted up ahead. Looks like something is in the area, and is making the radar go berserk++ the voice of Vorhees crackled over to him through his vox.

++Be on your guard, I don’t want to see any ships sinking today.++ Archarus warned.

Unfortunately for the Chaos Lord, not every wish can be granted. Several minutes of an eerie silence were followed by the groan of protesting metal and the spray of freezing water as a tentacle broke the surface next to the ship Axe of Khorne, flailing about and decimating anything caught in its grasp. The souls unfortunate to be on board the ship vainly fought back, but soon the entire deck was slain; either being pushed into the watery depths where they faced a grueling death of being eaten or hypothermia, or were smeared into the floor of the Axe of Khorne itself. As the last of the Axe of Khorne’s crew met their gory demises a second tentacle rose from the glacial waters and wrapped itself around the ship. Though it was crafted to survive the heaviest of hits and weather storms that could send baneblades reeling, it couldn’t last under the titanic pressure it suffered.

The ship groaned in protest again before snapping in half, condemning any surviving crew members to a frozen tomb. Archarus saw two astartes attempting to swim to a different ship, but soon silvery creatures overwhelmed both of them, and their blood pooled out around them as the new intruders tore them to shreds within their power armor.

++There’s something familiar about this thing. This is no ordinary sea creature.++ Vorhees rumbled out, while firing an autogun wherever the scaly hide of the monster showed itself.

A moment later the coin dropped, and Archarus shouted into the vox “It’s a fething tyranid!”. He recognized it as one of their deep sea bio titans, and figured it had evolved to suit this frozen wasteland. Whatever other creatures were also in that ocean, he knew he didn’t want to meat, seeing as how they could punch through power armor and render an astartes to nothing in mere seconds.

++By the rotten Corpse Emperor, we need to kill it!++ Vorhees boomed back, and Archarus bit back an insult in return. He had enough enemies, he didn’t need to have to deal with Vorhees going his own way.

++We’re going to need more firepower than what we have to bring down one of those chitinous abominations. Switch to tracking rounds, we’ll pull back once we get a pin on its location and bomb it from there.++ Archarus said back after a lengthy pause.

Several cultists near the Warsmith did little to hide their relief at the thought of pulling back, and some started screaming to the captain to turn around.

++Not so fast. Iron Wretch, you’re going to stay behind and hold it off.++ Archarus added, knowing they couldn’t all make it back to the safety of the mainland unless a distraction was picked.

The captain of the Iron Wench stayed silent for several moments before slowly saying “Yes, Warsmith. I’ll see you in the Warp once this is done.”

As an afterthought, the Chaos terminator aimed a mounted gun towards the keel of the Iron Wench and fired, ensuring the ship didn’t turn tail instead of doing their job. Now, they were stuck where they were, but wouldn’t sink before the bio titan got to them.

++Smart, now that beast won’t go for us.++ Vorhees said, expressing his approval.++

++I’ll see you back at the capital. Now go, well track where it goes after we regroup and get bigger boats.++ Archarus said before turning his attention to the final moments of the Iron Wretch as it fought the bio titan.

On the Bridge of Emperors Vengeance they finally sighted there fleet they where meeting, in the dark void hung a large group of Templer ships, though all where dwarfed by the Goliath bulk of the Eternal Crusader, its black hull gleaming with countless gun turrets, grand chapels and massive hanger bays studding the sides of the Battle Barge, near its aft section was a massive shield bearing the Templer symbol and hundreds of battle honors, crusade markings and other symbolism showing its history dating back over 10,000 years. "greetings Marshall Karak, we have been expecting you. you are cleared to dock once you arrive at designated fleet cover positions. Eternal Crusader out" "Tangir, have my Thunderhawk prepared and ready to launch soon as possible, full honour guard, all the extras and ceremony. We are near the target planet. contact and find the imperial leaders and status of the planet. Dispatch the Black Sword if clear and begin scouting operations. watch out for any potential Eldar, there cloaking is very advanced, fleet security to level magenta. " . No one could touch them here though, 4 battle barges where assembled, near on a chapters worth of Marines and many cruisers and lighter escorts patrolled. only a fool would challenge them directly, with that thought the Terminator strode out the bridge towards the Launch bay "Damascus, or better known by the code DSLB3.

Meanwhile in the vast Dojo like training area Shepard had assembled his company for the first time since the rest of the men and woman of there planet had left. of the survivors and ones who had not deserted with the main fleet 1000 stood in tight ranks, the 7th banner was flying at the head along with various officers. Walking up onto the platform took all Shepards strength. "Men and women of the glorious 7th, you deserve a explanation of why we are assembled here and not with our comrades. I was offered a chance, one which had the potential to crack this very crusade asunder. i refused and thus we where left behind. But we will not give in, we will not live in shame, We will stand in glory, we will win victories and when we return to our home world we will as hero's and no one will be able to challenge our record. 250 of the honorable order of the knights are with us, if you look to the windows you see the massive bulk of the Black Templer war fleet has rallied, we are far from alone, we are at the cutting edge of the Crusade, the tip of the spear and first to draw blood. To the war and Victory"

"so we are alone, vs the entire galaxy, some odds Lord Commissar" came shout from below "alone because of your honour?" "that's why we where abandoned. to die here"

Normally he would shoot a man for this, but these times where not normal. taking a deep breath. "Yes it was I who caused this, i do not deny it. it would serve no purpose to lie. Follow me though, trust me like you have these many years, and we will prove ourselves in the fires of battle. Hero's require sacrifices. And for those of you who i know are selfish, you will return to our home world with much plunder, war stories and you can have anything you want. " another shout came out. "if you put it that way sir, wheres the damn war!"

"Before we deploy again, 1 weeks intense training beginning 06.00 tomorrow. until then relax, drink, and enjoy your free time. 7th Dismissed. " He had won there loyalty back, it still was fragile but the sooner he had them back in the thick of things the better, tired men made for less trouble.

In a smaller Training area Knight Captain Petra was briefing her remaining Knights. 250 where assembled. there loyalty ranged from the loyal and those who had stood by her at the wedding to the ones who thought of her as a traitor, one who dishoured there name. Clad in the Ornate and impressive armour crafted by the Templers tech marines she stepped forward, Judgement day had come. "Brothers, Sisters, Captains and loyal warriors. TImes are not easy, Alone vs the Galaxy,.we have no reinforcements coming, no back up from our home world. We stand alone vs the darkness, the terror and the monsters that lurk at the border of the Empire of Mankind. "

"you chose to side with Shepard, out of love or loyalty to your homeworld. its no secret now, we all suspected but you confirmed in front of a entire crusade"

"Yes Knight Captain. i followed. Shepard. but the choice was one of honour. I had a choice to break a oath of loyalty or stand by Shepard. i chose to stand. "

"Honour. i see. yet you where new armour. do you consider yourself a lord in that armour. its rater ornate for a captain. " The knight Brother was a veteran who had clashed with her before. now taking a chance to exercise his grudge.

"Yes Honour. we stand alongside Space Marines, Martains, Death Korps and Catchans. we are far from a death sentence. The armour was a gift from the Templers, Mine was wrecked in the last battle, they do not do things by half. The coicee was made, we only have one corss roads, do we follow this course however hard and come out the end Honorable veterans, loyal to our oaths or do we slink into the dark like craven traitors?"

She seemed to have won the first round, nods of ascent and some verbal affirmations confirmed her continued captaincy of the knights, luck or dark hunour had killed many of those who could have taken her role, the remaining captains lacked experience she had. Not the best, but not the worst. "We begin training as normal in the next day, make stock of what we have and try to aquiare what we need. Horses we have some, armour needs repair, weapons need replacement but given a week we can get the Order combat ready once more. Knights Dismissed. "

Shepard walked in as all had left, Petra was sat on the podium edge, helmet in her hands, searching for something, anything. Sheppard walked up and joined her on the raised platform, "how goes the knights?" "they still serve me, it was close. too damn close. im, im hanging on by a thread" she added dejectedly. "Most experienced, none can match me, but they will try" . Shepard replied gently, "if it makes you feel better i had to work to keep the 7th loyal, it was a close call but i have them, i need to get them in fight though, too much free time breeds trouble. " "no one said life was easy eh, Armageddon, Coups, your own with a dagger waiting, Feth this universe" "aye, they are, but things will change, Look out the Window, you see that fleet. Eternal Crusader. Templer Flagship, its 10,000 years old, one of the most powerful warships in the entire war fleet of the Space Marines. lets see Pavus match that" He exaggerated a little but times like this, some comfet was needed. "I thought this ship was large, least we know no orks getting close, come on, lets go for lunch, im sure the Templer serfs have a good meeal in the mess. one advantage, guard food was never this good" Climbing up from the perch and grabbing her helmet, "come on, Lord Commissar, you have your orders" she joked, She never got tired f that one.

Lord Marshall Karak strode forward across the decks to the Bridge, the highest bridge on the ship, it was massive, bigger than his own, Marines saluting as he passed, finaly they reached the door. Stopping for a second he prepared him self. Stepping forward into the breach "greetings High Marshall, it has been too long, i come for advice and council" "Lord Marshall Karak, it has, come, welcome to the Eternal Crusader, yes we will talk, this New Order, the Inquisition, Gallor Prime and the plotting of that craven Pavus. much to be discussed"



Force roster as of now

Main force.
Templers
400 ish Marines

Marshall Karak
Ulf, Reaper, Sentinal and Brook (Honour Guards)
Equaurry and comms SGT Tangir
SGT Lucas (recovery specalist, seach and rescue etc)

Tech marines Spannerous, Boltus, and Nutler

High chaplain Saladin, Veteran Chaplain Vargos.

assorted Serfs

and others.
SHIPS
Emperors Vengeance (battle barge)
Black Sword, Devine Light (Strike cruisers)
Sword of Dorn (fast strike cruiser, Acting Marshall Ivan in command + a demi company.)

Assorted escorts, modied firestorms for more speed and armour.

Auxillary
Catchan "Vipers"
Col Iron Tooth (500 strong of veterans)

Fausteen 7th (lord Commissar Shepard 1000 strong)
Fausteen Knights, (Knight Captain Petra, 250 Knights)
Admech Mandible, estimated strength up to 1000 assets
Iquisitor Drax plus retinue.

Death Korps, in the thousands, lots and lots, of the suicidal lemmings.

temp
Eternal Crusader
High Marshall
2 Battle barge escorts
3 Strike Cruiser escorts
Frigates and destroyers
approx 400-500 Marines.

Aurelius slept.

He had been in a coma for a week now, his eyes glued shut beneath his eylelids. What he saw behind them was flashes, recollections of his desperate battle to escape the warp's clutches. Even though his physical battle was long over, he still fought out the daemons in his mind.

Stab.
Cut.
Thrust.

So far, for seven days, Aurelius had held out against the invasion of his mind by writhing, contorting foes. For days, he slew the same daemons over and over again, his paragon blade cleaving one in half only for it to leap upon his blade again. He could not recall how long he had been fighting, nor how many enemies he had put down. His memory was failing. He didn't even know why he was here.

Stab.
Cut.
Thrust.

That was all life had devolved to. War eternal.

He could feel himself flagging. His shield arm was weakening, his sword arm growing sloppy. Where he once would have beheaded a creature, now only a fatal gash betrayed his efforts.
And they kept coming.

Stab.
Cut.
Thrust.

Stab.
Cut.
Thr-

Aurelius was lifted from the air. It was as if a hand had plucked him from the ground. The daemons leered and snarled at him from below, the false sun illuminating their unreal flesh. Aurelius felt someone's wave of pride and satisfaction, although not his own. The Acting-Captain knew whose it was.

"Ah, my friend. It has been too long. I did say we’ll meet again soon enough? I hope I didn't keep you waiting.”

"You. Why?"

"Why I saved you from being fed to our mighty lord Khorne? Please, it is the least I could do." The Sorceror chuckled. "Although his anger was quite something to behold. It seemed he very much wanted your head to add to his throne."

Aurelius spat down. The venom melted through one of the clawing daemons below. It howled in agony. "Honoured. Why are you here now? And why do I mean so much to you and your bastardised kin?"

"You still don't know? Here, allow me to fill you in on some details."

Aurelius watched, inside his own head as the scene unfolded.

They gathered around the unconscious body of Acting-Captain Aurelius, the group expectantly looking at the Sorcerer for the next part of the plan.

“Ah, Acting-Captain Aurelius… we finally meet in person”, the Sorcerer spoke softly, as he unclasped Aurelius’ helmet. “I must say, it took me a long time to find you”, he continued, as he produced a long, odd-shaped syringe from a small pocket on his belt. “The right combination of genes, the right environmental factors… all to provide the perfect genetic sample…”, he murmured, as he slid the syringe in the Acting-Captain’ exposed neck, carefully extracting a sample of blood from the Ultramarine’s veins.

The room trembled, as strange forces were pushing and colliding with eachother beyond the room they were in.

“Sorcerer, this reality is collapsing on itself. We must leave, at once”, the Commander spoke, slightly unnerved by the situation.

The Sorcerer finished the extraction of the sample, putting the syringe away again, before lifting the Acting-Captain over his shoulder.

“Agreed. I shall open the portal”, he replied.

“And what of our guest?”

“I’ll take care of that. Make ready to leave this place, old friend.”

“You don’t have to say that twice”, the Commander grinned, motioning his men to prepare themselves for extraction.

The Sorcerer whispered another incantation, his words ripping open a small hole inside this reality towards their desired destination. His brothers quickly stepped through, not wishing to remain in the hellish domain of the Warp any longer than necessary.

The Sorcerer was the last one through.

“Come now, Aurelius, we’re going for a ride”, he grinned, as he stepped into the wormhole.

As they were gliding through the whirling vortex, the Sorcerer lifted Aurelius from his shoulder, and held him up with both hands, bringing the unconscious Acting-Captain to eye-level with him.

“It’s been a pleasure, Aurelius. I'm afraid we have to part ways here, but don’t worry; we’ll meet again soon enough…”, he whispered softly, before slowly letting the Acting-Captain go, sending him tumbling out of the vortex and back unto the surface of Gallor Prime.

The memory faded. Aurelius sensed smug satisfaction radiating from the Sorceror.

"Relax, my good friend. I am sure there is enough of your genetic material that a small sample would go unmissed."

"And... why are you here now? The answer is still no. I would fight the legions of all the gods for forever and a day, rather than fight for them."

"You silly Ultramarine," the Sorceror was now radiating waves of anger, stress, intolerance. "WE DO NOT SERVE THE GODS. We serve to balance the galaxy. We are the only neutral force the system possesses. We fight those who don't deserve their power, and grant it to those who have earned it. Do you not want that? Are you so blind to our generosity to you? You would have died months ago, if not for our actions."

"Your actions to recruit me to Chaos-"

"There MUST be Chaos, Acting-Captain. Without it, Order collapses into it's own Chaos. Far better the daemon you know than the daemon you don't. We welcome you into our Chaos. Your Chaos. There is a Chaos for everyone."

Aurelius said nothing. And for a moment, the flame of purity wavered. The waves of energy from the Sorcerer eddied away. They felt calmer, benevolent.

"Hadris, I am not here to recruit you. I am here to end your struggle."

The was a pause as Aurelius understood the Sorcerer's words. "What?"

"You have toiled far too long in your own mind. It is time you were at peace. You served well, Acting-Captain."

The daemons below began to dissipate, and the distorted world around Aurelius melted into oblivion.

Aurelius called out into the nothingness.
"Wait! Will I see you again?"

"Maybe, Acting-Captain. Maybe."

Aurelius closed his eyes.

He saw a knife above an aquila, about to fall.
He saw a purple moon and stars pulling a blanket of water above a city.
He saw iron and ice, and fire and blood.
He saw a myriad of colours and icons, twisting and contorting into an impenetrable shield. Somewhere in that shield was the inverted white omega and azure of the Ultramarines.
He saw himself.

For the first time, in what seemed like years, felt peace and purpose.



He felt nothing else.

##VOX RECORD: VALIN'S REVENGE MEDICAL BAY
CURRENT OCCUPANT: ACTING-CAPTAIN HADRIS AURELIUS
AFFLICTION: UNKNOWN
PRIORITY: MAGENTA
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Aurelius: (Unknown murmuring, speech pattern not recognised.)

Apothecary Primus Venatio: He's waking. By the Emperor, he's waking. Dacius, get me a lascutter!

Apothecary Agrippan: Ven, take a look at his vitals. What is this?

Apothecary Dacius: What in the warp is that? His vitals are meant to be spiking, not-

++silence for 3.56 seconds++

Venatio: He's not waking at all. He's... dying? Dacius, prepare morphus essence to immediate injection, NOW. Agrippan-

Dacius: What concentration?

Venatio: NEVER MIND THE BLOODY CONCENTRATION! Agrippan, Larraman cells, now!

Aurelius: (Unknown screaming, speech patterns unidentified.)

++Buzzsaw cutting through flesh. Panting and cursing.++

Aurelius: (Stops making vocal disruptions. Silent.)

Venatio: No. No, he can't be gone. No. Dacius, give me the shock-prod. Agrippan, fetch Chaplain Trajan.

++Door opens, running can be heard. Only shock-prod impacts can be heard for the next ten minutes.++

##RECORDING ENDS##