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Hannibal Pavus sat at his box seats overlooking the arena of the glory proving. At his side sat his younger brother Marcus Pavus. Marcus had kept his end of the bargain on getting the astartes support for Gallor Prime, so Hannibal appointed him Planetary Governor. It would have been wise to have kept someone around Kruger but he would not risk Marcus, not yet at least. They watched the fighting as the Hound took on all comers. Pavus paid little attention to fighting his mind was focused on greater schemes. He knew the tourney would do little to sway the hearts and minds of most of the generals, but he could sense the seeds of doubt beginning to take root into the minds of the Generals. Several in particular Captain Dreggan, Captain Killaris, and a Commissar General named Anderson. They made no actual promises but offer hints at swapping loyalty. Some ate Hannibal’s speech of the Lord general’s incompetence, but most were snakes looking for the spoils of installing a new leader, not unlike Hannibal himself.

A courier entered the room, the man who served as adjunct to Marcus. The man bowed to the lords and spoke “I have a message for Lord Hannibal Pavus.” Hannibal set down his drink and spoke “Bring it here.” The assistant complied and placed the sealed envelope in the governor’s hands. The Adjunct bowed and left the two. Hannibal broke the envelope’s seal and read aloud allowing his brother to hear. “By order of High Lord General Kruger Zonand, the Faustian regiments are here by ordered to establish a foot hold on the world Kagrenz in the name our holy Emperor.” Markus spoke with a combination laugh and a snarl “Kruger forgets himself, our terms of compact say he can not order us anywhere.” Hannibal smiled “Yes he does. None the less we will deploy to Kagrenz.” Markus was shocked “Why, even the legendary space marines are taking losses there, why should we go?” Hannibal smiled “We have nothing to lose and everything to gain. If we go and our victorious I prove myself as a leader who prevails where the Astartes themselves can not. If we take heavy casualties we did so at the command of a foolish and incompetent Lord General, who is unfit to lead. I win regardless, besides the further I am away from Kruger the better.” Markus was confused “What do you plot brother?” Hannibal laughed “A great many things, don’t worry about them, they are above you.” Markus laughed his brother always made him nervous.

Hannibal smiled as he watched Captain Braddock defeat the last of his foes. He could not have planned a better alibi, the Lord General would die while he was off serving in his name.

The Imperial supply ship drifted through space, its destination a rendezvous with the Lord General’s flagship. It was scheduled for a non critical resupply and specialist reassignment. But this simple supply ship’s crew were not so simple. Four Crimson Company mercenaries, agents of Nihilus sat there confident in all the preparation that went into this infiltration. First and chief among them Was Captain Zaied Kassani who’s left arm was replaced with a bionic one, a former Cadian kasrkin who joined up with Nihilius’s company six years ago after being forced into retirement, His hair was steel and skin bore aged tattoos. Kassani was disguised as a conscripted serf named Voss Clayton. Next to him was Kael Norra a woman who was the squad’s infiltration specialist, her disguise was that of a ship security officer named Mira. Next was the Tech specialist an augmented man named Quintus, who would guise himself as an Engineseer, an easy feat for him being one in his discarded past. Lastly there was Solomon Gun a jack of all trades gun hand, he was Jean shay a cook.

At last their target was in view. Captain Kassani hailed the ship and spoke into the vox, “This is shuttle craft 4472, pilot Voss Clayton requesting docking permission.” A moment of heavy silence passed before the vox cracked to life “Thank the Emperor you guys finally arrived, we really need those Freon pump dispensers deck nine is becoming unbearably hot. Relay docking clearance now.” Kassani spoke calmly “Guilliman Echo 33927” another moment of silence passed “That’s last weeks’ code.” The crew of the small ship eye’s filled with panic. Kassani turned over to Quintus and hit the man to make him act. He pressed a few buttons on his console station and began writing on a piece of paper. Kassani spoke calmly “Feth sorry about that control haven’t got much sleep these past few days, what I meant to say is Macragge Delta 55376.” Another moment of heavy silence fell in the cockpit before the vox cracked to life, “Shuttle Craft 4472 you are clear to dock in bay 4, welcome aboard.” They all breathed a sigh of relief Kael turned to Quintus and punched him in the chest leaving an ugly bruise to one of his still flesh regions.

The docking bay was calm only one other ship was unloading cargo. As soon as they exited the vessel a squad of mono task servitors began the task of unloading the cargo. Another servitor on piston legs approached. He scanned the badges and croaked “Welcome, your assignments begin at 08:00 tomorrow. Please follow me to your quarters.”

The mercenaries were split into four separate barracks, lucky as being separated minimized their chances of being exposed. They spent the first week just gaining the trust of those that worked with them. The second week they began collecting. They took things that were plentiful and nobody would notice their missing, forks and knives, odd bits of wiring, a drill, and a soldering gun, and things of that nature. Using the schematics provided by their unknown client, they located a black out spot in the ships ventilation system and slowly began expanding it feeding dummy information back to make it seem if nothing had changed. With this small blind spot installed and the Imperials none the wiser the mercs could begin with the second phase of their operation.

The day after the blind zone was installed Kael returned to work on the ship. She had gotten word that the Lord General would be heading for the bridge where she was stationed. The doors opened and in walked the Lord General with his retinue of Ultramarines, one of the marines was cloaked in robes he paid Kael a momentary glance. She remained calm, for a brief moment while his hooded face gazed upon her she feared being revealed and thought of taking the shot at the general that very moment, but she knew that wouldn’t work any only end with her getting killed. Then the marine looked else where. Kruger spoke to the helmsmen about making a slight coarse correction to avoid a minor asteroid field that could damage the ship’s fresh new paint. He then left his power armored retinue in tow. Kael had heard he was guarded by the sons of Guilliman, but they seem to follow him literally everywhere. Kael smiled at the thought of two watching as he uses the bathroom. Still they were a great matter of concern for, if the plan failed in the slightest it would mean all their deaths.

The servant approached Lord Pavus as he sat down watching the games. "Message my lord, From the Black Templers" the last section added with a shudder, He knew enough to know they where dangerous, "what is it it man, pass it here now," impatient, it was sealed in fine parchment and bore there dread black seal. breaking it as the servant backed off. "is that all" "we have more rations, Lord Marshall Karak sends a shipment off his planet, Long life, durable rations for the infantry. Fungus, a grand note to tell me i have a shipment of 5 million units of Fungus rations,,,,," One officer replied, "there is a human item used for many thousand years to improve rations, no one knows how old it is. they call it Tobazgo, Tobasko maybe in a more general dialect, il look into it, right now theses are so bland they make Death Korp rations look gormet and decadent"

Meanwhile on-board the patrol destroyer Hades, the marine looked down, few crew on this boat and most where serfs, skilled but serfs "report sensors" A serf below replied quickly "nothing yet, but we have narrowed the blip down closer and longer" "details serf" Nervously the serf turned. "my lord, we narrowed down the frequency there hiding under, its background warp from the nearby storms. using the systems we got a 150% longer blip and narrowed the location down by 60% . still a large area, too large. but closing in on it sir" "finally, we have our ghost, keep working in it, i want to find the ghosts that hide from us" boomed the Marine, at last something good to report, too many reports to the flagship had been duds or damned decoys.

Acting Marshall Ivan was confident, there patrol was well equipped, Sword of Dorn was supported by Black Sword on a patrol near a asteroid field that was thought to be one of the routes the orks might take, "hows the interference" He asked to no one in particular, "my Lord, we have a 120% increase on the basic, range on sensors reduced, Not ideal sir" She was honest, they where not ideal conditions to patrol but the Warp storms played hell with everything, Black sword could be seen along side, the large bulk of Armour and weaponry clearly visible, Her hull had taken alot more punishment than Sword of Dorn ever could, visible where the repairs done a while ago, new metal, smooth unlike many of her pitted, scarred and more void beaten Armour plates. while the first team investigated, a second was pouring over the oldest surveys, in particular for elder ruins, xeno sites or unexplained phenomena, Eldar often used gates long established and older than they could calculate, long before man took to the stars even. if they could find the gate....

Down on the fungi based surface of Echison VII a small patrol marched through the jungle like terrain, mixed units, a small contingent of the Fausteen 7th carried multiple plasma guns, a group of Catchans where up ahead on point where scouting ahead as the combat squad of Templers provided the patrols real strength. "Viper to Knight, Looks like a potential hide ahead" "copy viper, go carefully" The Catchans had found several firmer hides, nothing in them but there skill in seeing the trampled fungus, or broken branches in ways no animal did. The Templer looked in the far distance down the valley, spores and local fauna fuzzing it all up, it was always fuzzy. "7th, security. form a perimeter" Seaching the hide, it had been abandoned for a few days at the least. the growth was growing up again and breaks healing. "Eldar eh, so advanced they forget basic field craft" one Catchan remarked, "they must think we are idiots, jokes on them" "Found something,,.. odd" came a fausteen voice. Upon on looking they had proof, it was a small amulet, Eldar in origin but along side was a pouch, a simple pouch with a craft world Rune, "laughing the lead marine voxed "Tangir, sending you a image. interesting stuff. may have found some ghosts"

In the capital city a team poured over records to locate two things, one team was hunting down the Magos, checking shipments, flight vectors and the flight paths filed by there shuttles. still nothing, the Magos was sly fox and had evaded many searches over the years, in the duty archives they had only narrowed it down to a area, deepest mountains and valleys, wild, inhospitable places that few on the planet lived and a few native human tribes seemed to exist. and the interference from the spores was thick, valleys making it that vox did not call out past it ranges. The Mountains of the bladed eagle in local tongue. you hoped never to meet one of those. many meter wingspan and claws that could tear apart Armour.....

****
This is Swordsman to Guardian.
New info. reports Pavus may use merc or xeno elements to achieve aims. security recommended high,
Blank weaponry is ready and prepared. NO codes, plates, or any form that can ID it. Armour, ranged and close combat prepared.

Encryption Guardian message.
Swordsman out.

*****

"when things go bad in the void there is no escape"

"damage report" Ork fire has disabled the number 1 void, hull sections 56D to 72F are damaged, weapons battery 76 disabled, point defense down by 12%, Bad sir" Ivan was angry, the orks had caught him off guard, ramming out of the asteroids, they had some warning but there where too many. Black sword was doing better but Sword of Dorn could not take this kind of damage for long. "50 degrees port, fire at will" "Incoming ordinance, Torps, evasion sigma in progress" Damn, one torp could cripple there ship. "seal the damn breaches, battery 76. open the void" He was condemning them to death, but a fire there would blow off half the forward guns. "Black sword, concentrate on marked cruiser" "copy Ivan, firing" but they would not stop the ram ship, too fast, too close as the prow buckled into the aft of the Sword of Dorn. "Feth" looking down, Engines gone, boarded, main power was less secure, "boarding teams, with me. Evacuate if you can to the Black Sword. Call for help, damn it, call for fething help"

In orbit round Echison VII the urgent message flashed into the comms, "channel to Eternal Crusader" "High Marshall, Permission to deploy to support" "granted, Eternal Crusader will join" on the guard promoade they felt the entire ship shudder differently, Mugs of Caffine rattled as new sounds filled the ships. main engines where rapidly coming online. down in the gun decks, rounds came up and where being readied and the ship readied fr war. over the crackly intercomm a growling voice was heard "this is Lord Karak, Prepare for battle, Battle stations, all crew to defense stations, all guard to assigned decks. " Sirens began to wail and flashing lights cast mad shadows, the guard where veterans but none had been aboard a void ship at war, a deep fear filled there hearts. aboard the bridge the defense ships watched as the two Battle barges and there escorts pulled away to save the patrol.

On the Sword of Dorn things where not going well, 20% of the ship had been lost already, too many dead, as he lost count of the numbers of dead, slaying a massive nob with a single blow to the head he charged the captain, a massive ork but if he slow him, maybe they could reclaim the ship. "oi hunie, come die and il take your nice ship. i like new ships" "die beast, foul xeno scum" roared Ivan as he charged, He would probably die, better to die in the fire of battle than the slow death of the void or fire, The battle was one sided, Wounded again, yet the ork did not die, its thick skin and massive Armour took the blow while its counter shattered his shoulder guard. a vicious blow sent him flying across the room into a bulkhead, leg shattered, internal damage, shoulder damaged, he could feel death coming. But it would not be so easy, "for the Templers" a serf charged, roaring, as the ork laughed, grabbing the human and crushing it slowly. "any Last words humie" the ork growled. "yes, feth you" as the serf triggered grenades. the blast tore the orks armour apart, but still not dead" Ivan rose to his feet, if he was to die, it would be standing limping on his shattered leg, sword in one hand and tossing aside the wrecked pistol for a combat knife. "so be it ork. if you die. im going with my knife in your head" the blows where weak, both badly wounded, but time slowed, was he dead. had the fates decided his luck? seeing a opening he struck, taking the orks head clean off in a single blow, falling to his knees, he waited for death from the hoard in front of him,

Death would not be so kind, his men rallied, a wall of bolter fire met the orks, limbs flew, green goo, armour and he felt a stiff grab as his men pulled him out. "how is he" "bad, very bad, get to the remaining shuttle bay. we escape" his second was taking charge, as they ran the enitre ship[ shuddered practically throwing oeven mag locked marines to the floor, "another ram ship, Sword of Dorn is finished, Blow the charges when we go" At a safe distance the charges did go as 3 ships worth of magazines, fuel and weapons, buffeting all the craft around like toys, each pulsing wave sending metal chunks the size of escorts flying. by the end nothing remained but glowing buckled and burning hulks, too wrecked even for the Orks to salvage.

they made it to the Thunder hawk, of the Demi company. 15 remained, 20 bodies recovered, rest lost to the fires or explosions as they hauled them aboard the remaing craft, it was overloaded but only one left able to fly. bodies piled rather unceremoniously in the back, but at least they would be buried among the dead. Racing back to black sword was not easy, dodging ork fighters and fire they got to Black sword, Crashing into the launch bay and sliding to halt against the end wall as the Strike cruiser began to run. even at full speed it was close run, both Black Sworld and Ork Cruisers exchanging fire, 3 still pursued as they made it to the point Karak said he would be.

Then they saw it, Eternal crusader and Emperors Vengeance where side on, main guns all lined to fire, destroyers waited in between. with a growl like a monster of legend "This is Karak, Cut to Starboard." The ships did, soon as they had left the cone of fire a roar let out into the void, every weapon, torpedo tube and lance fired in unison with a force reflecting the Marshalls own anger. the 2 cruisers in front where hit first, every surface they could illuminated into a wall of fire, plasma and wreckage. the third hit by multiple torpedo's in every portion was just reduced to fragments in a instant. The battle lasted a little longer but it was not in question, the Ork ships hulks burned in the void ahead of them, fires and plasma consuming what was left after the guns and lances had done there work.

"Black sword, did Ivan make it" "yes Marshall, High Marshall, he made it. badly wounded though, may not last the night." Oaths of revenge where sworn, they would get the foul xeno's back for this.

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"i saw it, they are brutal, there tactic was effective but hardly precise" Aboard the Eldar scout ship they had watched the battle, "though when directed correctly, this kind of attack may work" the ships second replied, Tossing back her hair, as she walked. "i sense much anger though, even from here, theses are Unreasonable at the best of time, now positively genocidal. such guidance will have to be very discreet" "yes,, inform the farseer of the events, she might find a use for the savages"

The 5 Veterans of Squad Avento stomped down the assault ramp of the Thunderhawk, accompanied by Librarian Veho. They had been dispatched to aid the Lord General while the Company rested and Captain Julius healed, it was still touch and go with him, but the Apothecary believed he would make it. As the veterans walked they drew a fair amount of attention from the surrounding crowd, unsurprising given that the veterans were wearing ancient suits of Cataphractii Pattern Terminator Armor. The armor they were wearing was one of the few remaining intact suits the Ultramarines had in their arsenal, and it was needed today. Few things intimidated like a Space Marine, and a marine who now towered over even his brothers? Doubly so. As the Marines began to walk towards the Lord General's office, the Thunderhawk took off and flew out of the hanger, it had another delivery to do before it returned to the waiting Strike Cruiser. Aboard it was one more suit of Cataphractii plate, which was being sent to Marshall Karak as a good-will gift from the Ultramarines, both Aurelius and Julius had been impressed with the Marshall and it was a simple matter to express their thanks with the venerable plate. Hopefully he appreciated the gravitas of the gifting, there were few enough of those suits remaining as is. Suddenly, Veho sensed something out of the ordinary, out of all the thoughts in the landing bay, he sensed one of hostile intent towards the Lord General. Veho was unable to narrow down the location of the thought, but it did put him on his toes. "Be on your toes brothers" he muttered softly "even here in the heart of the Crusade there are still foes."

 Tactical_Spam wrote:

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Hopefully your luck gets better before you roll another failure, WK

 War Kitten wrote:

 Tactical_Spam wrote:

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Hopefully your luck gets better before you roll another failure, WK

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God I hope so, I seem to roll nothing but minor victories and failures.

 jhe90 wrote:

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your failing cost you 10 marines, was it?

i lost a entire rapid strike cruiser,,,,, my magic lucky streak has broken. Smudge hits hard,

 War Kitten wrote:

 jhe90 wrote:

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your failing cost you 10 marines, was it?

i lost a entire rapid strike cruiser,,,,, my magic lucky streak has broken. Smudge hits hard,

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I rolled 2 defeats, one of them got an entire squad killed and strung up from a tree, with no shots fired, they couldn't see their foe. The second one got Julius cut off by fog and stabbed repeatedly, with no marks on his armor at all. Oh, and a 3rd defeat saw one of my squads mishap and their drop pod land in a tree. Not as bad as yours admittedly, but not that great either.

The Windrider squad leader flashed a few hand signals to the rest of his squad as they approached the human patrol that was moving alongside the forest's edge. he Guardsmen plus the accompanying Black Templar were playing right into the hands of the Eldar. This was what was called "Poking the Bear", the squad's job was to attack a few of the mon'keigh's patrols, injuring, but not killing them in an effort to get the Magos on this planet to come out from hiding. Visions received by Lilliana and the other Warlocks indicated that this human needed to die, or else there might be tragic consequences for the Eldar. After they saw the signal the other Windriders nodded and assumed the formation that their leader had indicated. They fired upon the humans just as they rounded the corner, the first Guardsman being blown off his feet as a few Shuriken impacted his armor, knocking him senseless. The next 2 Guardsmen behind him fared no better, falling to the ground clutching their wounds and groaning in pain. To their credit the humans reacted swiftly, raising their weapons and firing a sheet of las fire at the oncoming Eldar, but they were far too slow. The Windriders had already shot up into the clouds and out of sight. Just as the humans began to lower their weapons the Windriders attacked again, this time from above. They fired upon the Space Marine who was leading the Guardsmen, forcing him to his knees as several shuriken tore into his armor, but surprisingly, the human did not fall and began to stagger back to his feet, reaching for his bolter as he did so. But by the time he got up the Eldar were long gone.

"Drax, ready your culexus, the time has come to unleash the monster in the void. "

" prepare the hunters and stalkers,"

"The eldar have been found, no ghosts. There real, prepare plan iron hammer. "

Could be one, or 3 or none ;-)

So you're saying the Templars could respond to me shooting up their patrols in one of those 3 ways? Or maybe 2 of them. Or all 3.

 War Kitten wrote:
So you're saying the Templars could respond to me shooting up their patrols in one of those 3 ways? Or maybe 2 of them. Or all 3.

Or totally different ;-)

Why I added or none. Anyway iron hammer could just be to go exploring.

 jhe90 wrote:

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Aye, likely ignore it.

Might just do some more deep in poking about, scanning and send everyone bland fungus , so so bland fungus. Though I will go poking round some eldar ruins. May find this magos :-)

Why I added or none. Anyway iron hammer could just be to go exploring.

The Ultramarine Thunder hawk pulled into the Hanger bay of the Emperors Vengeance, many servitors where clearing up dust, fallen crates and loading a new cargo to go to the other ships in the fleet. a Single Ultramarine SGT had come alongside a pair of his men, a large mono task servitor had the Armour locked into a frame for transport and was being prepared to go, Marshall Karak stood waiting alongside 2 honour guards to receive it, Ulf and Sentinel stood sharply alongside, Armour gleaming and weapons held in salute. the ramp dropped and the SGT stepped forward, "this is it, show time" he said into the ear vox.

"Greetings SGT, i see you said you had a mighty gift and you where underestimating, this suit must be older than my ship" Relaxing slightly, the Marshall was as described, this would be easier than he had feared. "my Chapter has been impressed by you, you have served with honor and we reward you" "though you may need your tech marine to check the right shield, its said to be temperamental" Finally breaking the formality. Examining the suit for a second, it was a master of the armorers art, rare and old beyond even the oldest suits aboard the ship. "yes, this is a mighty gift, a mighty suit of a time long lost, man kind has fallen indeed since this was made. what service can we offer you SGT Scipio?" Startled for a second, he never said his name, "None sir, we require no aid, you must have read the memo" "Bring it forward, a gift for your brave captain. The sword of Armageddon, a rather powerful short sword with long history of glory and honour. Tell Captain Julius to look after it, and it will protect him" "not quite a equal to yours but id be hard pressed to match it SGT Scipio"

"thank you Lord Karak, my captain will not forget" salutes where exchanged and the Thunderhawk took off swiftly, Lord Karak examined the armour and then gave his orders. "have spanneorus and men take a look at this, give it a full check up and have it maintained if needed, doubtless it is perfect, but we must check, its a true relic and deserves the greatest of care" Marshall Karak was surprised, this had to be from the chapters own deepest armory and was a item of great value. he would care for this and the scholar within desired to learn its history, its battles and find out what this armour had seen in its long life. so surprised, the anger of the loss of the Sword of Dorn was pushed aside. Still the Eldar attack dogged his mind, what were they up to, why reveal themselves now, where they after the Magos? it was not beyond doubt but it was a question that was more complex than first seemed. .

"that went well SGT, nice sword that, not the oldest from the design but it looks a good weapon." I did not know you studied swords, "just a hobby, sir, we are both warriors and scholars, a indulgence. That one is probably 4000 years old, maybe 3500. it will certainly serve the Captain well."

 jhe90 wrote:
The Ultramarine Thunder hawk pulled into the Hanger bay of the Emperors Vengeance, many servitors where clearing up dust, fallen crates and loading a new cargo to go to the other ships in the fleet. a Single Ultramarine SGT had come alongside a pair of his men, a large mono task servitor had the Armour locked into a frame for transport and was being prepared to go, Marshall Karak stood waiting alongside 2 honour guards to receive it, Ulf and Sentinel stood sharply alongside, Armour gleaming and weapons held in salute. the ramp dropped and the SGT stepped forward, "this is it, show time" he said into the ear vox.

"Greetings SGT, i see you said you had a mighty gift and you where underestimating, this suit must be older than my ship" Relaxing slightly, the Marshall was as described, this would be easier than he had feared. "my Chapter has been impressed by you, you have served with honor and we reward you" "though you may need your tech marine to check the right shield, its said to be temperamental" Finally breaking the formality. Examining the suit for a second, it was a master of the armorers art, rare and old beyond even the oldest suits aboard the ship. "yes, this is a mighty gift, a mighty suit of a time long lost, man kind has fallen indeed since this was made. what service can we offer you SGT Scipio?" Startled for a second, he never said his name, "None sir, we require no aid, you must have read the memo" "Bring it forward, a gift for your brave captain. The sword of Armageddon, a rather powerful short sword with long history of glory and honour. Tell Captain Julius to look after it, and it will protect him" "not quite a equal to yours but id be hard pressed to match it SGT Scipio"

"thank you Lord Karak, my captain will not forget" salutes where exchanged and the Thunderhawk took off swiftly, Lord Karak examined the armour and then gave his orders. "have spanneorus and men take a look at this, give it a full check up and have it maintained if needed, doubtless it is perfect, but we must check, its a true relic and deserves the greatest of care" Marshall Karak was surprised, this had to be from the chapters own deepest armory and was a item of great value. he would care for this and the scholar within desired to learn its history, its battles and find out what this armour had seen in its long life. so surprised, the anger of the loss of the Sword of Dorn was pushed aside. Still the Eldar attack dogged his mind, what were they up to, why reveal themselves now, where they after the Magos? it was not beyond doubt but it was a question that was more complex than first seemed. .

"that went well SGT, nice sword that, not the oldest from the design but it looks a good weapon." I did not know you studied swords, "just a hobby, sir, we are both warriors and scholars, a indulgence. That one is probably 4000 years old, maybe 3500. it will certainly serve the Captain well."

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a mighty gift, it may need a new coat of paint, bar one shoulder at least, its not losing all its blue.

and a sword for the Ultramarine, maybe he can help use it to not die lol

 War Kitten wrote:

 jhe90 wrote:
The Ultramarine Thunder hawk pulled into the Hanger bay of the Emperors Vengeance, many servitors where clearing up dust, fallen crates and loading a new cargo to go to the other ships in the fleet. a Single Ultramarine SGT had come alongside a pair of his men, a large mono task servitor had the Armour locked into a frame for transport and was being prepared to go, Marshall Karak stood waiting alongside 2 honour guards to receive it, Ulf and Sentinel stood sharply alongside, Armour gleaming and weapons held in salute. the ramp dropped and the SGT stepped forward, "this is it, show time" he said into the ear vox.

"Greetings SGT, i see you said you had a mighty gift and you where underestimating, this suit must be older than my ship" Relaxing slightly, the Marshall was as described, this would be easier than he had feared. "my Chapter has been impressed by you, you have served with honor and we reward you" "though you may need your tech marine to check the right shield, its said to be temperamental" Finally breaking the formality. Examining the suit for a second, it was a master of the armorers art, rare and old beyond even the oldest suits aboard the ship. "yes, this is a mighty gift, a mighty suit of a time long lost, man kind has fallen indeed since this was made. what service can we offer you SGT Scipio?" Startled for a second, he never said his name, "None sir, we require no aid, you must have read the memo" "Bring it forward, a gift for your brave captain. The sword of Armageddon, a rather powerful short sword with long history of glory and honour. Tell Captain Julius to look after it, and it will protect him" "not quite a equal to yours but id be hard pressed to match it SGT Scipio"

"thank you Lord Karak, my captain will not forget" salutes where exchanged and the Thunderhawk took off swiftly, Lord Karak examined the armour and then gave his orders. "have spanneorus and men take a look at this, give it a full check up and have it maintained if needed, doubtless it is perfect, but we must check, its a true relic and deserves the greatest of care" Marshall Karak was surprised, this had to be from the chapters own deepest armory and was a item of great value. he would care for this and the scholar within desired to learn its history, its battles and find out what this armour had seen in its long life. so surprised, the anger of the loss of the Sword of Dorn was pushed aside. Still the Eldar attack dogged his mind, what were they up to, why reveal themselves now, where they after the Magos? it was not beyond doubt but it was a question that was more complex than first seemed. .

"that went well SGT, nice sword that, not the oldest from the design but it looks a good weapon." I did not know you studied swords, "just a hobby, sir, we are both warriors and scholars, a indulgence. That one is probably 4000 years old, maybe 3500. it will certainly serve the Captain well."

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a mighty gift, it may need a new coat of paint, bar one shoulder at least, its not losing all its blue.

and a sword for the Ultramarine, maybe he can help use it to not die lol

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Give a Templar some cool armor and he mocks me. I see how it is

Julius awoke slowly. The last thing he remembered was a fog cutting him off from the rest of his command squad, and then darkness. Pain. He recalled that just before the darkness came for him he felt an incredible amount of pain as the fog had closed in around him. Julius opened his eyes and sat up groggily, as he looked around he realized that he was in the med-bay of "Honour," Apothecary Veren noticed that he had woken up and walked over to the cot he was sitting on and began looking at Julius' vitals that were displayed on the screen next to him. "What happened?" Julius asked quietly, after the fog had closed in he could recall nothing. "You were on Kagrenz when you were cut off from the rest of us by a thick fog" Veren replied "by the time we got to you you had already fallen." The Apothecary hesitated after the last word, as if he didn't want to tell Julius any more than he had to. "There's more, isn't there?" Julius said quietly. "Yes Captain" Veren replied after a moment of silence "when we got to you you were bleeding internally severely, but there appeared to be no external marks on you or your armor, it's as if whatever attacked you ignored your armor completely and just phased into your body." Julius considered this quietly for a moment, remembering what little he could. After a moment he asked "Did we lose anyone else to the fog?" "No" Veren replied "you were our only loss to the fog, after you fell the Lord General ordered us to pull back into orbit, he didn't want us trying to fight an enemy we could not see." Julius nodded to himself, that made sense, you didn't waste troops chasing after smoke and mirrors. After another moment of silence he asked "so what are our orders now?" "Nothing at the moment" Veren replied "both the company and the Lord General wanted you to be able before we tried to go to war again." "And when will that be?" Julius asked. "Another day or so Captain" Veren replied "just to be sure that all of your injuries healed up completely." "At least let me put my armor back on." Julius grumbled "I feel naked without it". Veren stepped aside as Julius began the slow, painful walk back to his quarters on the ship.

 Tactical_Spam wrote:

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Can you two mooks take a chill pill for a day or two so some of the rest of us don't get left behind?

Nope!