NationStates Jolt Archive


The Lurking Horror (Black Crusade; Attn Xessmithia)

Chronosia
01-02-2005, 13:28
The Warp is an unpredictable realm; one which is warped by mortal dreams and desires; shaped in savagery by the psychic imprints of the races that inhabit the material realm; twisted and changed by the beings who would seek to tame it. Through the warp; vessels can linger for milennia; each passing moment drawing them deeper into the spiritual corruption that the Immaterium represents...But some sail that fetid sea; borne upon waves of uncertainty; they are bound to the will of the Dark Gods; and sometimes...Tzeentch's faithful are gifted by Fate.

The fabric of reality tore asunder as the vast dead ships slid from the warp; disgorged with various flotsam and jetsam; half solid forms mewling into form before fading once again. The ships came forth, great Plague Hulks and derelicts; Space Hulks; and within...Things stirred. Orkish warbands roared their mighty prayers to Gork and Mork; strange, shifting daemons stalked the barriers between worlds; whispering their seductive prayers to deities and obscure beings of the Warp; Chaos Space Marines and Imperial, gifted by their gods an ddriven half mad in the void, screamed in servitude and spiritual slavery.

The great vanguard of Chronosia had come; these ancient craft, floating silently, but surely, into Xessmithian space, had come to reap a harvest. They answered to no true master, save the twisted voices that willed them onwards, and promised destruction...
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"GET DA TELLYPORTA WORKIN'!" The Warboss screamed, lunging at the Orks with his mighty PowaKlaw; growling and thirsting for blood, hungry for the taste of the enemy. "'Dem Xess boyz is waitin' for a good stompin' an' Gork n' Mork'z bin tellin' uz where to go for da shooty and da stompy and da DAKKA DAKKA! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
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"We ready, my Lord..." An imperial guardsman bowed before the Sorceror; as the magus looked out across the readying Marines and Guardsmen; their forms warped and twisted; some sprouting mutations that made him shudder.
"Degenerates..." He whispered. "Ready them to move out; we will attack after the greenskins make their first move....I sense we are being manipulated by similar forces; working for the Emperor towards our greater goal."

"yes Lord; for too long have we languished in the warp; awaiting our lords instructions."

"Indeed; far too long...Now we shall know war again, brother; we shall taste the ruin of men."
Sskiss
01-02-2005, 14:41
Tag for interest.
Chronosia
02-02-2005, 00:35
bump
Xessmithia
02-02-2005, 01:31
OOC: I'm tired right now so I just wrote something quick to recognize the threat.

IC:
The scout vessel glided silently through the void, the harsh sunlgiht catching it's casting the numerous attenas and dishes into sharp relief. Invisible radiation was rushing to and from the ship picking out every mote of dust, every heat source, every imaginable thing for billions of kilometers.

The sudden burst of gamma rays and neutrinos was a complete surprise to the crew, but years of experience, training and plain curiosity drove them to investigate. A brief burst of energy to the drives and the scout was on its way to the source of the unexpected event. The minutes pased and the source of the energy became clear, a fleet of ancient and massive warships. Chaos had come to Gateway.

The crew threw their ship into full flight away from the approaching fleet, but this only attracted their attention. The crew managed one last thing before they, along with the ship, became an expanding cloud of plasma. They sent a warning.
Green Sun
02-02-2005, 02:06
((Sskiss, TBC is invite-only.))
"The Green Sun fleet is ready for your orders, Chronosia Fleet."
Chronosia
02-02-2005, 10:32
OOC: Now now; it never hurts to get more members :)
I'll post when I come back from Uni. This will be fun...:D
Xessmithia
05-02-2005, 22:10
bump for Chronosia
Naggeroth
05-02-2005, 23:08
Ryell, High Flesh Former looked at the new creature he had sprouted. It was tall, about 3m high, and wore proudly a large number of Armoured plates. These plates highlighted a heavily muscled body and arms that ended in taloned hands. Yes, he though, this would do. Instantly he barked an order.

"Yarknith Druw" He roared, and the smaller lyrinx began to run to the benches, the form of the creature now know.

Time is a funny thing, funny and usless. THe Lyrnix had attacked at the same time Ryell had formed the new searvent, now, just a small time later, the creatures had made settlements in their Druchii cities. Now a large number had been called the fight for chaos once again. The Ships that where used looked strange, huge hulking forms of flesh and metal, not sentinet, but alive in some way. Some of the larger ships where Possesed by the Lord of Change, while others just made from metal and bits of Flesh lieing around. Lyrinx went in first, their bodies looking the mix of a panther and Dragon. Their glossy black coat was interupted by two bat like wings, and on one shoulder a weapon it would take a strong human to lift had been grafted into the bone, and attached to the nearest nearve pocket. Liett Smiled, her furless and human like mutated body glimmering in the sunlight. Now the enemy, and the Chronosians, would know fear, not like the stuff the old Druchii inspirered, but true terror.
Chronosia
07-02-2005, 12:19
Escort craft; cruisers and battleships, roared from the void around the great hulks; leaving glimmering trails of fire from their primevil birth from the warp; tearing forward as great and terrible serpents of flame; whose only goal was destruction. They were servants to his great Will; Lord of Chaos; their great Emperor. And now they did his Will, and sallied forth, the bringers of his wrath

Onboard the hulks; the orks worked feverishly; Big Mek's crowded about the generator as it suddenly roared into life; sending shockwaves through the mighty ships; as weapons and shields burst into life; and sent great shockwaves through the void.

More would come; this was but a beginning...But for Xessmithia; it would prove to be an ending, worthy of great warriors.
Chronosia
10-02-2005, 13:32
bump
Ankhmet
10-02-2005, 15:26
ooc:I think I signed up at the joining-up thread so I'm going to jump in...Mwahahaha!
ic:

The Ankhmeti Imperial Flagship Burst out of the warp, bringing a horde of smaller ships with it. The ship was a rarity in Ankhmet, no posessed in any way. It was taken into combat by the skill of it's crew, and it didn't have to contend with daemonic suicide charges. On board the command chamber, and cloaked and cowled figure sat on a great, shining throne. Light shone from the exposed area of the cowl, and illuminated a narrow section of the bridge. Two great winged Space Marines stood beside him, one at each side, urging the crew on to greater feats. The crew were all taken from the best of the other ships, for this cruiser had a better cargo to hold. The cowled man stood, and pulled back the hood. It revealed a ravaged face, clearly being torn apart by some great posession. A part of his face had fallen off, and from that hole in his skull a light shone.
"I am Caelestis. I was Ra. I am divine. I have posessed the feeble body of the captian of this ship so that I can come to war with the crew of my best battleship! We shall bring forth a tide of slaughter to wherever the Black Crusade goes!We shall hear the laments of the women and children, and their screams of agony. We shall be like a plage across this Galaxy. For I am Caelestis!The Lord Ra of Ankhmet reforged into a God!They shall fear us!"
The fleet made it's way towards something that was picked up on deep-space scans, something unmissable. A Chronosian war fleet.
Xessmithia
11-02-2005, 05:33
OOC: Gah, sorry about my infrequent posts but I haven't been feeling well for the last week and a bit.

IC: Admiral Elliot was working like mad with prepartions. Two enemy fleets were in system and charging straight for Gateway. She stood in the flag bridge of the Leviathan, one of the original prodcution run of Midgard-class monitors, it was but one of three of the mighty warships in system.

"We'll take Third Fleet out to engage the lead elements of the attacking fleets. Once we get to extreme fighter range we'll launch and start a running battle using fighter strikes back to Gateway and the system defence fleet and planetary battereis there." Elliot said to her captains whose holograms were on the comm pad.

"What of Gateway's planetary shield?" Asked one of her battleship captains.

"It's up and running at full strength. They can repel any bombardment short of a planet destroying blast." Elliot noticed the looks on the officers faces, "I know what they did to Azaha Prime. But I know we can stop it from happening here. As such our primary targets are the ships that we saw mount the weapon in the Battle of Azaha. If we take them out we wont have any problems."

The captains nodded and disappeared from the pad. Elliot turned to the tactical read out and set her face for the comming battle.
Xessmithia
14-02-2005, 05:12
bump
Chronosia
23-02-2005, 12:28
bump, for imminent postage
Chronosia
23-02-2005, 12:41
The Orkish assault came first; quickly; while the generators hummed and roared and built in power; enough soon for the Tellyportas; ships sallied forth, primative orkish vessels; manned by Orks and the Uruk-Hai, loyal to Chaos. The Chronosian fleet came with them; surging in an almost defensive bubble around the gargantuan hulks; while deep within, war preperations echoed from the shadows. Orks readied themselves for greater Bloodlust; the soldiers of Chaos rallied under ancient banners; prayers to Gork and Mork, and the Chaos gods rose and filled the halls of the vast vessel; echoing in the hallways, carried on communications in a frightful battle hymn that would set the hearts of the true believers aflame....This was what they needed; a war to sunder all before it.
Xessmithia
23-02-2005, 12:57
Lieutenant Commander Joseph "Diablo" Santana swung his Eagle heavy-assault fighter towards the nearest, largest Chaos ship, "Allright boys and girls come in fast and low. We don't want to get vaped by some loser and his damn PDF gun." He said to his squadron. He grinned at the flurry of acknowledgements.

He was doing what he did best, anti-shipping. He got shivers when he thought of the eight 21 gigaton shaped warheads ready to leap from his tubes. Sure the combat space patrol fancy-foots got the those shiny new Peregrines, but they lacked the raw power of his Eagle.

Point-defense fire started to lance out at his squadron, he punched the accelerator. His ion engines spit out a stream of relativistic particles and he rocketed at several hundred Gs diving towards to capship. He pulled up, the G-forces the compensators couldn't handle crushing him back into his seat.

"Die you bastards!" He yelled as he sent all eight of his warheads into the ship. He paused long enough to strafe with his four LinAc cannons before pulling away to watch the results of his and his sqaudrons attack.
Chronosia
28-03-2005, 14:36
bump, for a reply soon