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OOC Here we go. Disclaimer: The God-Emperor is just a figurehead/reference. Second Disclaimer: This was co-authored by Reken and Dratheria. Third Disclaimer: This takes place many years after the Long Awaited Search. This is now the proper IC thread. No OOC stuff in here, put it in the other thread from now on found at the sign-up thread: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=419778 if you do not comply then you will be given two warnings and after those you will be asked to leave.

(Utmost Top Secret) IC
On a hidden planet deep in the Reken Star Cluster an ancient forbidden ritual not seen in many millenia was being performed. In an ancient temple Dratherian Mages, Psykers, and the Head Priest, an Alchemist, were preparing and readying for the final stage of the ritual. In the background was the 13th Wulfen, Rafen the Ready, Mephiston Lord of Death, Lord Dante, a series of Blood Angels priests, Mercer, Naaman, and Tusanco. This had taken much research and and resources to ready. In the center of the massive room was an ancient alchemic circle transcribed in the blood of powerful psykers. In the center of said circle was the most powerful psyker they could muster for the cause. Using the extremely rare Philosopher's Stone they would revive the Emperor in his full glory and power. The priests and mages were merely waiting for the order from Mercer. The Head Priest looked back at Mercer waiting for approval and Mercer in turn looked back at Tusanco as he nodded. Mercer shouted, "Begin!" With that the Mages and Psykers began saying their litanies as wind and lightning raged inside the circle. All of a sudden the Head Priest laid his hands on the circle and it glowed a Blood Red mixed with Gold. In a flash of light the Psyker was gone and standing in his place was the God-Emperor himself in his full power. The priests from the 13th Wulfen and the Blood Angels rushed forward to help him but he quickly dismissed them. He walked up to Mercer and Tusanco and said, "Thank You." He then began moving around until he was accustomed to his new form. He then walked up to Mercer and Tusanco and said, "We must bring the remnants of my Imperium back together. Travel to the Ultima Segmentum and recover all personnel and also recover any pertinent technology not already recovered." With that the respective governments planned their missions and readied their fleets and with that the ships and commands moved out.

(Open IC)
The fleets folded into the Ultima Segmentum and began to proceed to the planet Macragge. As they moved closer they beamed teams down to the planet and began the salvage and rescue missions both in space and on the surface.

*Falx Carius and his command squad waited patiently in the Thunderhawk.

"Brother-Captain, did you make sure to tell the other chapters that we do not follow the Emporer?"

"Yes, Brother-Sergeant, I did. They do not like it, but as so long as we avoid Chaos and the viler Xeno's, such as Orks and Dark Eldar, we will remain allies."

"Touch down in 5", Said the pilot.

*The five CS Thunderhawks touched down near the other marines. The Vanguardians disembarked and swarmed into the encampment.*

"Set up base! You there, set those lascannons up on the wall, not at the slits, those are for Infantry."

"Sorry, sir"

"Where is the Dratherian legion? We need briefing."

Commander Rathas walked up to Falx Carius and began to brief him, "Greetings Lord Carius it is a pleasure to finally meet you. We are ourselves setting up temporary defenses. We suspect either an Ork or Tyranid presence according to old reports. Of course there is always a chance the vile heretics could be here. We suggest you plant your defenses around the base camps then use whatever spare men you have to aid us in the search for survivors. If you wish to speak with either Lady Mercer or Lord Mercer you will have to go to the Asaheim or the Tormentor." With that Rathas was called off to other details and left the Primarch to his soldiers.

Commander Rathas walked up to Falx Carius and began to brief him, "Greetings Lord Carius it is a pleasure to finally meet you. We are ourselves setting up temporary defenses. We suspect either an Ork or Tyranid presence according to old reports. Of course there is always a chance the vile heretics could be here. We suggest you plant your defenses around the base camps then use whatever spare men you have to aid us in the search for survivors. If you wish to speak with either Lady Mercer or Lord Mercer you will have to go to the Asaheim or the Tormentor." With that Rathas was called off to other details and left the Primarch to his soldiers.

*Carius' men set up their defences and manned them, heading to the mess hall and talking of the Rovonian war.

Libarian Tibirius (Not Tigrus) strode to Carius and coversed with him quitely, triggering evident alarm on Falx's face.

"Brother-Commander Rathas, my Librarian has informed me that in the late M.41, Necrons layed siege to Macragge, almost destroying the entire chapter.

We know of no actual retreat sightings, though the attacks eventually stopped, this troubles me greatly..."

Commander Rathas immediatley sent a reply in the background explosions and gunfire could be heard, "I am sorry I cannot appear in person but we are meeting some resistance. Only a few Genestealers which are quickly being dispatched we have it under control. However this does disturb me greatly as well I am sending you a transporter code. I suggest you go speak with Lord Mercer on this matter that means we might have some sleeping Necron here." With that firing was heard in the background once more before the comlink was cut.

In space the salvage operations were almost complete. And many Ultramarine and Imperium vessels had been salvaged. Elsewhere on the planet a search team has arrived to the Fortress Hera.

*A screeching mass flew into the chinks of a Ultramarine standing watch.

He shouted and clutched at his arm, pulling out a blade, he severed his arm from the joint and began to carve the insides in an attempt to kill the Termagaunt projectile. Another flew into his neck and he knew he was dead, he shoved a grenade and placed it in his open mouth.

Tyranids screamed as they clawed the concrete barricade, hundreds of maggots slamming into the wall, smushing themselves.

A Tyrant roared from the read as Carius blasted a nearby Genestealer with his Plasma pistol, his powersword humming.

Two gargoyles dove at a Lasgunner, but his sharpshooting knocked them from the sky.

Torrents of bolter shells disentergrated the Tyranid lines, but more always came.

"Commander Rathas, I think we've had the unluck to run into the main Hive attack force, these are Behemoth bugs, and I cannot reach this man with the news of Necrons. We are, *A screech accomanied a ripping sound and shouts directing fire*, Under heavy assault, we would like an orbital bombardment of the large concentration of Tyranid closing in on the melee near the wall."

"Screamer-Killer!"

A Lictor devoured a servitor, staring greedily at Tibirius as he shut his eyes and smirked.

"It's about time..."

The Lictor's head exploded in a mass of brains and tissue, it's bulk crushing a swarm of rippers.

A Tyrant scooped up Carius and slowly closed his jaws over the Primarch.

A powersword cleaved the open jaw, leaving a mess of pulp and fluid. A plasma bolt tore into the open mouth, cathcing the innards aflame. He sliced the claw neatly and shoved off the monster's head, landing atop a Genestealer as he swung his mighty sword, severing the head of an apporaching Termagaunt.*

Commander Rathas could not be reached and Mercer received the transmission. He immediatley replied, "We have a targeting solution. None of the bastards will survive. We would beam you up but we are having a small problem with the transporters. It seems there is something interfereing with the scanners. I will however be down shortly to help you." With that the transmission was cut off and an orbital bombardment of Quantum Torepedoes rained down on the Tyranid forces wiping out almost any of the beasts from the area. Meanwhile a Shadow Chaser flew down to the surface carrying Lord Mercer himself and a contingent of hand picked Lupin and Jedi Assassins.

*Carius shoved his sword into a half-dead Genestealer.*

"They were awfully quick in attacking...

Did you see this on the scanners?"

Mercer walked up to Falx with his white Angelic Wings flowing behind him and said, "Scanners picked up no signs of them. It is strange they must be getting smarter. However help is requested at Fortress Hera could you send some of your men to assist my men in their operations at the Fortress. There appear to be survivors many are wounded. There are salvage operations going on throughout the system and at the Fortress itself. They are however being completed. We need to finish some more collections at the Fortess. I will assist you from here as we are having problems with the transporters."

"May Dreadnaught Honorius, our Chaplain and his squad of Terminators help you?"

*Carius thanked the man and began to lift wounded soldiers to a medical tent.*

"Yes, send them as swiftly as possible. Their help will be much appreciated. I've called for medical teams these guys will be back on their feet in a matter of minutes. We'll get their armor repaired quickly as well. We picked up a nifty piece of tech in the Pegasus Galaxy." As this was said a number of repair technicians and medical aides got into the tents and onto the battlefield. They used small black cubes with blue auras to heal the injured and deceased. Within minutes every soldier on the battlefield was at 100%. Mercer continued his conversation with Falx, "I've ordered recon sweeps across the planet to prevent this from happening again. Now let's decide what we'll do next."

*Carius led the Commander into the newly fortified Command Bunker.

He clicked a button and a scale-model of the planet popped up.

He pointed to a servitor and the planet divided into millions of squares.

"We are at sector A-1-1-1-Alpha-1, the landing point, we assume the Tyranids struck from sector A-1-1-2-Alpha-2, directly above us. My scouts have found remains of Necrons, Tyranids, and Ultramarines in the sector west of us, stretching as far as they travelled. The fortress monestary is believed to be 11,231 miles North of us on a different continent. As you see, we have many worries, why would they have to stretch their forces so thin and away from the monestary, and still Tyranids survive."

Mercer looked back at Carius and said, "Well that is definatley disconcerting. The Ultramarines usually don't spread themselves so thin. Something else is going on here. I'm calling in another three divisions. As well I'll see if I can get Rafen on the horn. This might be more dangerous than I thought. Back when we came here years ago we ran into some heavy resistance with the Sons of Horus. This could be a trap of theirs. Although no Necron have been encountered they could have easily manipulated the Tyranid."

"Aye.", muttered Carius as the rescue sqaud departed.

"I suggest seizing the fortress monestary, we could defend ourselves as well as use the training centers and use the archives for more intel."

Mercer nodded and said, "Agreed we are in the process of readying it as a base. We have transported the Ultramarines and all vitals to the transports. As well we have copied the data from the Monastery. We are almost ready to leave this system however we will need a few more hours before we can finish and prepare for departure. The three extra divisions have fortified themselves there. As well the other base camps are readying for assaults. I'll get there in no time as for my Shadow Chaser it will fly cover it is an extremely deadly assault shuttle. I'll also get some bombers down here to cover us."

"Might I recommend immolators or flamers for the assault troops?"

*A lone screech puncutated Carius' sentance.*

"I guess so. I still prefer to use bolters or the Harconan Magnums." Suddenly a battle cry was heard from the west and reports confirmed the Word Bearers and the Sons of Horus. There were thousands of them by reports. Mercer quickly looked over to Carius and said, "Get your men ready were beaming you guys to the Monastary. I'll hold off the enemy advance. Trust me. For the Creator, the Emperor, and the People. Creator bless you my battle-brother." The last thing Carius saw of Mercer was a flash of golden light as he transformed (http://doom.holm.ru/darkart/gallery/pict/darkangel.jpg). He pulled out his Angelic Magnum and flew to the fore of the battle. Suddenly in a flurry of motion the weapon and his arm transformed into the Angel Cannon. He flew up and aimed a blast at the enemy frontline. The cannon powered and fired a shot that created a 1/4 mile wide crater of glass where many of the enemy vehicles and soldiers once were.

*Carius motioned his men to the ray.*

"No man shall die from my leave!"

*Carius roars a battlecry, ten times fiercer than any khorne beserker.

He unsheathes a blade bathed in golden light and unholsters his plasma pistol.

Swinging the powerblade, a chaos marine finds himself headless, and his comrades crumple, a bolt of plasma melting them.

Carius spins and chops three more in half, follwing with a stab to the head of a aspiring champion. He jerks the blade free and fires his pistol at a demon prince, melting it's eyes, and enticing a scream of pain.

He shoves the sword into it's windpipe and cleaves the cursed flesh, over and over.

He then leaps atop it and cuts it's head off in one swipe, black blood fountaining over the troopers.

He lands, sword-first, onto a chaos dreadnaught, which had been mounting two marines with flamers. He smote them easily and smashed aside the dreadnaught's close combat weapon, thrusting at it's head.*

"The Blood Angels" The voice intoned, its rich silky quality drifting across the room, as details of the Chapter appeared on the monitor "A Chapter of the First Founding; siding with the Loyalists during the Horus Heresy. Reknowned after the Heresy for their...Excessive brutality, brought on by genetic memories of Sanguinus, their Primarch's, death at the hands of Horus; borne in the Geneseed taken from his corpse."

The Commisar stepped forward, examining each Guardsman in the room; while in another, a similar presentation was being delivered to the Nelo Angelus Space Marines; Chapter Militant of the Inquisition.

"Needless to say, such a formidible and prestigious original geneseed would be invaluable to our cause. However, reports indicate that the Dratherian scavengers again seek the technology of the Imperium, that they may couple it lewdly with their own, as such...Jackals do."

In yet another room, the Inquisition itself held court, debating the portents of such dark times.

"The Dratherians are a Xeno race; they practice a vile heresy, by which the Old Imperium, the Imperium of Man, is venerated. They offer their love and devotion to dust and bones, the Emperor of Mankind; long dead. Such are their heretical ways, that they would even seek to remake it in their own craven image. We cannot stand for this."

And before the Emperor himself, and the assembled High Lords of Chronosia; including, notably the Fabricator General of Hydran and the Ecclesiarch (And not since the bloody days of Vandire had such a tyrant held sway over the religion of the Imperium).

"As such, my Lords, we must prepare to seek out this wonder. We already possess a powerful bargaining chip; Grey Knights geneseed, taken from Azaha; the spoils of War, but we must always be ready to induct new blood, so to speak, into our ranks. What say you, my lord, for seeking out this hallowed treasure?"

"The unbridled aggression shall serve Khorne well; we shall remake them, suckle them on flesh and blood that the Imperium long ago denied them. We shall wrench out their hearts and let the blood flow; and as they scream, we shall watch them succumb to the terrors in their very souls. We shall remake them as an army of Blood and Faith. I grant this, War of Faith its place. I authorise the Inquisition and the Ecclesiarchy to use whatever methods nessecary, and whatever resources are required, to bring us victory. The Astartes, Mechanicus, the Guard; all lie with you."

*Carius tore a horn off of his fallen foe and shouted a victory cry.*

"Sir, long range scanners show incoming ships."

"Thank you, cadet, take orders from the admiral I will inform my allies at once."

"Carius to all Dratherian forces, we have incoming bogies toward the fleet.", he gasped as he sprinted toward the beam, lifting up a troopers that was wounded and carrying him into the ray.*

The Angel Cannon melded into the Angel Arm and Mercer yelled, "Then let this be done in the name of the Emperor and the Creator to set right the wrongs these men have committed. Let us slay these vile heretics." With that Mercer swooped down and drew his sword, Kusanagi, swiping back and forth cutting through the enemy lines. He brought up his sword and crashed it to the ground yelling, "ANGEL BLADES!!!" With that five blades as hot as plasma cut through the enemy lines killing many in it's wake. He continued to advance through the lines cutting heretics down and letting rounds loose from his Harconan Magnum. He was a one man Squadron cutting through the enemy lines like a knife. He came upon two bloodthirsters and quickly dispatched them letting gore fly loose everywhere. Next he went after a large Defiler cutting it down with his sword and gun. And still he advanced his powerful Angel Arm and his sword cutting through the enemy like hot butter. Mercer opened his comlink and said, "Aye. The units are launching and the ships are going into attack formation they will be dispatched quickly we brought the best of the best with us."

OOC: Ok, one man, 7 Bloodthirsters easily? Wank. 2 DEFILERS. Wank. Also, given that the Imperium and everything doesn't exist persay in NS, save in distant memory, I constantly find myself wondering where all these canon evils assail you from for no reason...
You make it sound as though Mercer were singlehandly the entire Ordo Malleus.

"Brother Mercer, we must flee, we believe Chronosia is about to attack us!"

*He dragged a wounded scout from the melee and shot a chaos marine in the face point-blank.*

"Come Brother-Commander!"

OOC: Theres no way you could know I'm planning anything; since 1) It all took place, in the Imperial Palace and related facilities, on my homeworld, Chronosia Prime, coincidentally one of the most well defended and secure places in the Imperium. 2) You have no communications with me, at all; nor any effective communications that I can see on the battlefield. 3) I don't even know where you are; all I have is rough reports on Drath; who I do so love to keep tabs on

OOC First Chron you have gotten one warning your lucky I don't give you two. And second you expect me to believe hat the Sons of Horus and Word Bearers were all wiped out. Give....Me.....A...Break I know a little about Chaos. Also man those ships aren't you it's the SoH and the WB. READ THE FIRST POST ALSO DAMMIT THIS ISN'T THE IMPERIUM IT'S THE REMNANTS.

I assume you would have acted upon us by now...

But it's your cup of tea, and I respect that.

Disregard my post.

*Carius smashes his sword into a bloodthirster, while deflecting an attack by another, riposting with a stab to the gut. His pistol dispatched the third, and his blade the last two.

Swivelling, he faced no less than twelve marines, firing thrice, he dispatched two and sliced many more. The sergeant glared at him hatefully, but retracted his look when his face was swept from his head.*

OOC First Chron you have gotten one warning your lucky I don't give you two. And second you expect me to believe hat the Sons of Horus and Word Bearers were all wiped out. Give....Me.....A...Break I know a little about Chaos. Also man those ships aren't you it's the SoH and the WB.

OOC: I'm just saying, don't have Mercer being so uber that he can take out what most Daemonhunters would be crushed by. No one man can take down 7 Greater Daemons. And you don't call the shots on that one until a full history is drawn up so people can stop making stuff up and dragging stuff in at random. The Chronosian Imperium has little to no contact with anything from the IoM.
All I'm saying is, its been god knows how many years, who knows whats happened.

OOC Alright I'll give you one last chance take it this OOC stuff to the designated location. I'M NOT KIDDING AROUND. Also I changed it right after I posted it. Look at it again. And I realize that but I add them partially because they would be nice to have for skirmishes. And also because I have ADHD and get bored easily.

IC
Mercer received a transmission saying the first, second, third, and fourth divisions were flanking the enemy with Infantry, Support, and Artillery. Mercer continued to cut through the enemy lines encountering foul heretics and Bloodletters among other daemons.

*Falx slashed as the remaining marines, felling one.*

"Brother-Commander, rondavouz (sp) in the middle!"

Mercer commed back, "Yes I'll be there shortly." He flew to the rendezvous point and met with Carius and began giving him a report, "Back-up is coming in now we will be helped greatly bombing runs are being commenced." A squadron of bombers flew in low over the battle field and dropped Quantum Bombs on the enemy forces wiping out hundreds of soldiers.

*The marines had given chase to Carius, and he introduced them to his blade.*

"Forgive me Brother-Commander, but I don't suppose I told you of the Royal Wedding? Quite an interesting tale..."

*He sliced an enemy neatly in two to add the period to his sentance.*

Mercer cut another squad of soldiers down and said back, "Which one I've been to so many and heard of so many."

*He gutted a trooper with a quick motion.*

"The Royal Ascendancy (sp) one. Odd woman to say the least."

*He deftly sliced a sergeant sneaking up on his friend in two.*

Mercer laughed cutting into more soldiers. He said, "Yeah actually I do I was there she was a bit of an oddity."

"I don't think the-" *He blasted away a bloodthirster,* "Royals appreciated my gifts of powerswords and bolt pistols..."

*A Thunderhawk swooped over head, marines gunning down their once-brothers.

"Get in, sirs!"*

Mercer jumped into the Thunderhawk throwing about ten Implode Grenades behind him at the enemy wiping out a large portion of the surrounding forces. Mercer sent a comink to Monastery Hera asking for the highest ranking officer and he was rewarded with comm to Chief Librarian Harsa, "I must ask you if you if you are ready to leave. I must also know if you have salvaged the tomb of the Primarch. We don't have much more time." Harsa replied saying, "No it will probably take another hour before we are ready to move him." Mercer hastily said, "We'll see what we can do to buy you some more time." Mercer in turn commed the fleet and ordered all loaded transports and tugs to fold back to the pre-designated coordinates in Dratherian space and offload their cargos then return. He turned to Falx and said, "They need more time and I think we can eventually heal Roboute. Although we will need a lot of time before that is possible. But what do you say to buying them more time Brother-commander?"

In space the assault force fought with the Traitor vessels. The Traitor vessels themselves were outclassed and outnumbered and a few began to fall to the assaults. Although the Dratherians still lost many support vessels and two Cruisers.

"Do you think the Gauntlets of Ultramar are still functional?"

Mercer looked back at Falx and said, "Maybe. Let's go help them."

*Falx sheathed his bloody sword and stared at the fading ground.*

"Sirs, Incoming, 8'o'clock!", shouted a nervous pilot.

"Brace for impact!"

*Carius seated himself immediately and locked the enormous harness over himself.*

"Release Flares!"

"Flares Released!"

"No good sir, it's unguided, wait...No...nononononono....all sides! We're in a shell of missles!"

Mercer followed suite of Falx and buckled in saying "Motherhumper." He readied himself for a crash.

Commander Harlan of the 101st Hell-borne elite Kas'rkin division of the Imperial guard stood, looking over the parade ground below, legions of troopers donned in Carapace armour, moved around in formations, executing perfect drills with flawless timing, in another section of the parade ground, a few kasr'kin troopers were practising bayonet combat and were thrusting hell guns with attached bayonets into dummies, in other areas guardsmen were practising setting up mortars, Drill Sgt's were timing each trooper, ensuring that the mortars could be set up in the maximum time limit of 1 minute, any longer could jepordise any mission in the future,

one trooper stumbled while setting up a Mortar, the drill Sgt clipped him round the back of the helmet, and told him to go back and do it again and that he would do it again until he got it spot on...

this was the Imperial Guards most elite unit in this sector of the galaxy,

The 101st Hell-borne Division... "Straight into hell... Feet First"

"Brother-Commander, this won't be a crash..."

*A rocket tore into the port wing of the Thunderhawk, causing it to gyrate into another. The cockpit was hit, blasting the co-pilot into the loading ramp.
Unluckily, it was hit, sending the wounded man through the open, mangled cockpit flailing. The transport section took the last three missles, vaporizing one marine, and sending another hurtling out the gunship. Carius was torn from his seat and sent sprawling onto the deck. He clutched at a jutting pole and tensed up. Flak began to pepper the sky, and a shell spanged off of Carius' leg. He lurched himself up in time to get a shell full-force in the back, falling off of the low-flying transport into the brush below...*

(OOC: Kraven, do you play guard? I do Cadians.)

Mercer shed his harness and took flight from the Thunderhawk scanning the area for Carius. He landed and began to search the area where he had fallen.

*Carius looked up to see he was in a dense forest, lucky he wasn't impaled on a tree. From the corner of his eye he though he saw a pair of glowing green eyes.*

The Tomb Lords were roaming space for the Blood Angels Gene-Seed, they could be harvested to add strength to the Tomb, any interlopers would be harvested as well.

(OOC: Mercer, is it alright if you have to contend with another C'tan's necrons for the gene-seed?)

*Another pair of eyes flashed as he steadily lifted his pistol*

"Brother Mercer, I believe I've found those Necrons we were looking for..."

The Commander, sat down at a table and began looking over some reports, he cracked his knuckles as he browsed a data slate, it documented the current activities of the 101st and their current strengths.

the 101st kas'rkin were renoun for a lack of tanks, using mainly sentinals mounted with laz cannons, each squad was supported by a sentinal, used to take out armoured units at long range, while the squads special weapons teams took out the harder infantry units, or tanks that were missed by the sentinal sweeps...

"What about our orders?" a junior officer spoke

"They havn't come through yet, sector command seems to have forgotten about us"

"Us? the 101st elite? how can they forget about us?"

"I dont know Clarke, its odd... we havn't recieved any transmissions for three days yet... and no ones responded to our calls..."

"You think somethings gone down?"

"I dont know... its possible... I'm sure that we will find out in due course... until then, we continue with our training programe"

"As you wish Commander" the junior officer turned and left, continuing with his duties

"Incoming Imperial Naval ship, this is the Battle Barge Victory. We ask that you deploy at sector A-1-1-1-Alpha-1 immediately."

*Carius fired his pistol at the thing it's eye's fading out and replaced by a sheet of glowing blue plasma.*

"Brother Mercer...Are you there?"

*Ten pairs of eyes suddenly light up around him.*

"This is the Imperial Cruiser... Doomhammer Please Identify yourself, faliure to comply will result in boarding actions or other military actions"

The Captain of this ship always got nervous when other ships gave him instructions without properly informing him of who they were, it tended to make him edgy and placed the ship on high alert, incase who ever they were, were hostile

The 2 Harvesters found the planet where Mercer and his group were landed, one went down to investigate the surface, the other went to continue the search.

"This is the Imperial Cruiser... Doomhammer Please Identify yourself, faliure to comply will result in boarding actions or other military actions"

The Captain of this ship always got nervous when other ships gave him instructions without properly informing him of who they were, it tended to make him edgy and placed the ship on high alert, incase who ever they were, were hostile

"This is the Righteous Vanguardians Space Marine Battle Barge Victory, do not threaten us, we have ordered you to link up with the main force."

"Brother Mercer!!!!"

*Carius dodged the swipe from a Necron and shoved his powersword into it's chest, following with a chop to another. He blasted an encroching Necron, enticing a eerie metallic screech from it.*

Baal Long ago, in countless millenia past, it had been the sanctuary and homeworld of the Blood Angels, that long forgotten chapter of the Adeptus Astartes. And now; once again, it fell under the eye of an Imperium, albeit a far darker power than those whom it had once served...Chronosia had come forth. It's snaking tendrils, black ,terrible, ancient, had finally found this remote world; entombed within the databanks taken from the Grey Knights. Details of all the old Imperium; of homeworlds and histories. They beheld the Horus Heresy in glorious prose; read mourning passages of the death of the Old Order...

Imperial ships tore free from the Immaterium; their shimmering hulls steeled against all enemies; their mighty weapons readied for whatever end. The great hulks of the fleet slid through the black flesh of space; their sensors roaming for any true sign of anything they could use. They knew that the scavengers; the jackal Dratherians would soon be searching...

"Direct Imperial Exploratory vessels to search worlds within the protocal Alpha-5-7."

"As You wish, Warmaster."

"Go; let it be done." Remiel looked up from maps and charts; his eyes rising to meet the plague ridden hulk which now stood in the doorway. "Brother" The Warmaster hissed.

"Aye, Remiel." Lucian's graceful voice slid forth from his ruined form. "War brews; this mission must be quick, lest we be called to our fathers aid."

"Do you think I don't know this?" Remiel turned, a hand running through his hair, his flawless, soul-bought beauty shimmering in the cold artificial light of the Chronosian vessel. "We shall do our fathers will; and we shall serve the gods, what else can we do? You know I trust you brother; our allegiences are to each other, and the Empire; for what reason ever did the Plague Lord have to hate the Dark Prince."

"Aye, your grudge lies with Cabot, and the servants of the Blood God; and mine with Severino, that snake of Tzeentch; but they all hold loyalties to our father. Is he not the scion of Chaos Ascendant? And what of Gabriel; holding each brother in his turn, an ally to us all. These are the firmaments of the axis; and our fatherl the glorious centre."

"You speak no truer words, my friend; my brother. We shall bring our father this prize; and we shall use them well...Already my Magos Genos report that the two strains of the Grey Knight geneseed are being multiplied."

"Two strains?"

"Aye; one conventional, the other....tainted. I wish to see the progress of my children; from purity, to abhorrence...And my Master shall grant them power and beauty."

"Indeed; but the hour draws late; our probes have been dispatched....Have you faith, brother?"

"We shall find it. The Emperor smiles upon us; and the Dark God's set aside their capricious hatreds. We shall have glorious victory."

"This is the Righteous Vanguardians Space Marine Battle Barge Victory, do not threaten us, we have ordered you to link up with the main force."

"Brother Mercer!!!!"

*Carius dodged the swipe from a Necron and shoved his powersword into it's chest, following with a chop to another. He blasted an encroching Necron, enticing a eerie metallic screech from it.*


There were Necrons already on this world, the Tomb Lord strove to gain control of the warriors to boost the power of the Tomb.

The only units that oved out from the Harvester were the 5 Monoliths and the Destroyers that went with them as escorts, nothing on this planet could summon the power to defeat the massive power of a Necron force.

The Captain of the Doomhammer sat down in the command chair and thought hard for a moment...

++ Planet Side, Location of Battle Brother Carius ++

An Imperial guard vulture, attack and transport craft roared past, its twin engines letting a contrail of vapour pass and slowly float down over the trees below, it made another pass, necron gause cannons fired at the craft, in response heavy bolter side gunners returned fire, not being able to see an enemy, just spraying and praying,

the squad Sgt was looking down at the forest as the craft circled round..

"Are you Happy?!"

"HOOHAA!" came the reply

"Do you want to live forever?"

"INTO HELL... FEET FIRST!"

came the roar as the craft began to disgorge a 10 man squad of the 101st hell-borne guardmen, their grave chutes kicked into life, slowing their decent as they crashed through the canopy of trees, instantly the squad began picking out targets, hellguns blasting away, lighting up the dark of the forest with crimson lazer fire, within minutes the squad had touched down and grav chutes had been disengaged,

the squad took up firing positions, behind an over turned log... and continued to fire at the encroching necrons, the plasma gun burst into life, sending a ball of white of plasma in the direction of the necrons and scorching the trees and foliage around them...

the melta gun flared into life, turning wood of the trees, and metal of the necrons into nothing more than burning ash and molten metal...

As Mercer seached, a Imperial guardsmen showed up. "Lord Mercer. I bear a message." The guardsmen handed Mercer a scroll, sealed with the seal of the High Lords of Terra. He then bowed and disappeared into the terrain.

The message read,

If you need the services of the Officio Assassinorum, call upon the included frequency and you shall have the servents of the Officio Assassinorum at your disposal.

"Thank you Sergeant.", Carius said as he lifted a wounded Storm Trooper onto the Valkayrie before it took off.

*He turned his plasma pistol to an encroching necron and fired thrice, turning it into molten slag. His sword cleaved through a Pariah, and stabbed it's chest, it's inhuman screech hurting his ears.

A figure holding a green orb and a long staff swung at Carius, but he blocked the blow with his wrist, and swung his sword at it's head, it blocked the blow and riposted, but Carius would not be defeated by this thing, he cut it's head, slicing off a portion, but it still functioned, despite it's loss of one eye. The thing backed up and charged, but Falx dove, rolled under it's legs and delivered a powerful blow, slicing it clean in two, stabbing it's chest, and cutting off it's head in the same ten seconds. He realized what the green cube was and smashed it with his foot immediately. No more necrons would rise.*

"Thank you Sergeant.", Carius said as he lifted a wounded Storm Trooper onto the Valkayrie before it took off.

*He turned his plasma pistol to an encroching necron and fired thrice, turning it into molten slag. His sword cleaved through a Pariah, and stabbed it's chest, it's inhuman screech hurting his ears.

A figure holding a green orb and a long staff swung at Carius, but he blocked the blow with his wrist, and swung his sword at it's head, it blocked the blow and riposted, but Carius would not be defeated by this thing, he cut it's head, slicing off a portion, but it still functioned, despite it's loss of one eye. The thing backed up and charged, but Falx dove, rolled under it's legs and delivered a powerful blow, slicing it clean in two, stabbing it's chest, and cutting off it's head in the same ten seconds. He realized what the green cube was and smashed it with his foot immediately. No more necrons would rise.*

The Death of the other Tomb Lord gave the living Tomb Lord an opportunity, he gained control of the remaining warriors and any other foces in the area.

OOC Srry I dozed off.

IC
Mercer used his mighty wings to fly up beside Falx and commed him, "We must finish this up I fear that others may be searching for the gene-seed. Always is Chronosia on my heels. The tomb is ready and loaded." Mercer did a full spectrum public comm, "Is everyone ready for evac?"

*Carius lookeda around for more necrons, but he couldn't see any, or hear anything other than Storm Troopers screaming for medics or victory cries.*

"I'll load up the wounded."

The Storm trooper Sgt came running up to the space marine, he placed one foot on a log and let rip with his storm bolter, he turned and grinned at the marine, a large cigar wedged between his teeth..

"Huh?... you like that? You want some more?" the Sgt roared as he let another volly fly into the chest of a necron

"How about you? Taste some Imperial Steel!" he shouted again cutting down another necron..

a guass flyer struck him in the chest, flaying away the section of the armour... it took the Sgt off his feet and sent him sprawling on his back, it took him a few moments to regain his senses, but soon enough he was back on his feet, picking up the cigar and placing it in his mouth,

"Oh so you wanna play rough?... you like it rough huh? well how about this?"

the Sgt ran, bounding over the log and smashing the necron who had fired at him squarley in the jaw with the butt of the stormbolter, the necron warrior collapsed to the ground, taken off its feet by the weight of the stormbolter, and the speed of the Sgts attack...

"Now you wanna play rough?" the guardsmen roared, placing the barrel against the temple of the necron, letting the stormbolter kick satisfyling in his hands, ending the life of this machine...

"Come on! 101st! Are you Men... Or are you Guardsmen!?"

"HOOHAA!" came the reply from the squad

"THEN PROVE YOUR WORTH!" the sgt roared, calling the general advance, the entire squad got up and took the fight to the encroching necrons...

(OOC: I posted after CS, and didnt see his post first, imagine my post comes before his, then makes sense)

*Carius placed the last of the wounded on the Valkayrie and waved the Sergeant on board.*

"Another wave...Come Sergeant, we must leave."

*He shot a Necron square in the face, proiding adaqute cover for the Kasrkin.*

Mercer commed in to the fleet, "Begin extraction beam us out and set course for checkpoint 32003." With that the entire IoM forces on the planet were beamed up to their respective ships. The wounded and recently dead were moved to the Dratherian Medical Ships where they were healed and ready for combat. They were then in turn beamed over to their own ships. Mercer sent a broad spectrum public comm to the other ships, "My friends thank you for the support now we must move towards Baal. We will go to Checkpoint 32003 a few lightyears from Baal. We will take you with us in our fold bubbles. We will be there in a matter of moments. Have a good day over and out."

The Storm trooper Sgt came running up to the space marine, he placed one foot on a log and let rip with his storm bolter, he turned and grinned at the marine, a large cigar wedged between his teeth..

"Huh?... you like that? You want some more?" the Sgt roared as he let another volly fly into the chest of a necron

"How about you? Taste some Imperial Steel!" he shouted again cutting down another necron..

a guass flyer struck him in the chest, flaying away the section of the armour... it took the Sgt off his feet and sent him sprawling on his back, it took him a few moments to regain his senses, but soon enough he was back on his feet, picking up the cigar and placing it in his mouth,

"Oh so you wanna play rough?... you like it rough huh? well how about this?"

the Sgt ran, bounding over the log and smashing the necron who had fired at him squarley in the jaw with the butt of the stormbolter, the necron warrior collapsed to the ground, taken off its feet by the weight of the stormbolter, and the speed of the Sgts attack...

"Now you wanna play rough?" the guardsmen roared, placing the barrel against the temple of the necron, letting the stormbolter kick satisfyling in his hands, ending the life of this machine...

"Come on! 101st! Are you Men... Or are you Guardsmen!?"

"HOOHAA!" came the reply from the squad

"THEN PROVE YOUR WORTH!" the sgt roared, calling the general advance, the entire squad got up and took the fight to the encroching necrons...

(OOC: I posted after CS, and didnt see his post first, imagine my post comes before his, then makes sense)

OOC:
Hey, without the Tomb Lord those are my Necrons now, I control fatalities, if the Necrons don't have a Tomb Lord they stop working, and I have the only other Tomb Lord in the area, meaning they automatically go to my control.

the Sgt ran back towards the valkaryie, he placed one foot on the ramp, turned let rip with the storm bolter, before diving into the craft and lay panting, cigar still stuck in mouth,

"Good Work out there Marine, Proud to have you with us... Welcome to the 101st!"

the Sgt sat up.. looked at the wounded..

"Come on 101st... you look like a bunch of Pussies... WHO ARE YOU?"

"THE 101ST!"

"WHAT ARE YOU?"

"THE HELL-BORNE"

"Good" the Sgt said quietly, taking the time to relax... and enjoy the thrill of war...

OOC:
Hey, without the Tomb Lord those are my Necrons now, I control fatalities, if the Necrons don't have a Tomb Lord they stop working, and I have the only other Tomb Lord in the area, meaning they automatically go to my control.

Loosen up, my evil and cheap friend.

*Carius exited the debriefing chamber and made his way to his quarters.*

"Macragge is negative, but the contestants don't know that, that should buy us some time..."

The Necron warriors were involved in action against the Guard in the forest, Gauss Flayers ripped through the air, and the Monoliths and Destroyers now had a target, they were on their way to the fight, they would blow anything in their way to hell, and if they couldn't handle whatever got in their way then they would gate in some backup, warriors, and even the Tomb Lord.

(OOC: We've evacuated.)

"My Lord" The messenger entered the personal quarters of Remiel; whjo stretched languidly upon a bed of fine silks; women, jalf-human things whos hands moved across his bare flesh, lay near him; as he looked up at the one who had violated his dominion.

"What is it?" He asked; coldly, calmly addressing the messenger. "What news?"

"My Lord; we have located Baal."

A smile crossed the PleasureLord's lewd lips.

"Excellent, I trust we are on course."

"Aye my lord, we are on course as we speak."

He rose; the slaves draping a great robe over his half naked form.

"Our goal is simple" Remiel dictated as he rose to the bridge, a great and terrible shadow over his men. "We must secure the fortress monastary of the Blood Angels, and gain access to a sample of Geneseed. Once this is done; our orders are to pull out; and to bombard Baal, Baal Prime and Baal Secundus from orbit. Go in the name of the Emperor; cleanse in his name; let death purify your enemies..."

The fleets arrived seconds later only a mere few lightyears from their destination....Baal. Mercer walked onto the bridge after being summoned. Then he saw it and called Falx and the Sgt to the Tormentor requesting their permission to beam them over.

The guardsmen fell back, they didn't have the capabilities to fight a monolith, and deicided they'd best retreat, the fought a running battle, firing at necrons whenever they got the chance, the first squad had already left the transport craft taking them away quite quickly...

several stormtroopers fell to shots from the necrons, one guardsmens ammo cell pack exploded, electrocuting him to death...

the valkeryire was sat waiting, the crew laying down cover fire as the kas'rkin fell back...

within minutes the first few of the Kas'rkin began to board

the pilots were nervous, and kept telling people to hurry up... the order for General Evac had come through,...

The second Harvester followed the other forces to Baal, they would deploy and harvest them all, no one would remain to oppose them.

Arg! My post was eaten!

*A klaxxon sprang to life aboard the Victory.*

"Commander Carius, incoming tomb ship! It's tailing us!"

"Give it everything we have, warn the others."

OOC We have to wait for one of two people before moving on Baal. Reken or Caladonn because one of them will be RPing the Tau forces in 'control' over the planets. Reken will be on by 9-10 central tonight.

IC
A tech sitting at a console began to speak, "Sir we have a problem. Necron ship incoming." Mercer looked at the scanner and hopped in the command chair activating manual controls. He turned the ship a full 180 and said, "All stations power the Gunship Laser and target the enemy ship." A tech reported, "All ready sir." With that the Gunship Laser fired through to the enemy with a force that would surely at the least cripple the Tomb Ship.

The guardsmen fell back, they didn't have the capabilities to fight a monolith, and deicided they'd best retreat, the fought a running battle, firing at necrons whenever they got the chance, the first squad had already left the transport craft taking them away quite quickly...

several stormtroopers fell to shots from the necrons, one guardsmens ammo cell pack exploded, electrocuting him to death...

the valkeryire was sat waiting, the crew laying down cover fire as the kas'rkin fell back...

within minutes the first few of the Kas'rkin began to board

the pilots were nervous, and kept telling people to hurry up... the order for General Evac had come through,...

A few Necrons were killed, only a few fell permanetly though, most rose again to continue the fight, 25 of the 30 that had been added were still alive, but many were damaged, and some would not rise again, it was inevitable that some would die, but more would live, and that was all that mattered.

The Monoliths were targeting the transports, they would not let the guard escape from this place.

*A klaxxon sprang to life aboard the Victory.*

"Commander Carius, incoming tomb ship! It's tailing us!"

"Give it everything we have, warn the others."

OOC: It's only a Harvester, not a full Tomb Ship.

The Harvester slammed into the first ship it could reach, its guns blazed with Gauss bolts, firing at anything that got in its range, it was a deadly opponent to take on, even outnumbered it could destroy quite a few enemies, and the Harvester would repair faster than any opponnent could.

the guardsmen were safely on board, and the craft began to rise off the ground, several gauss cannon shots flew past the nose of the first craft...

"Ooh shit!" the pilot screamed...

another craft began to rise, it had just reach the top of the tree line, when a blast hammered into the port engines of the craft.... they exploded in a bright flurry of flames, then slowly lurched to one side, its engine flaming, gouting massive clouds of thick black smoke.... the craft continued along moving through the trees, smashing them, tearing them from their roots, the craft smashed into the ground... carving a long furrow in the ground and tear up yet more trees

"Shit.... Doomhammer? this is flight 1, we've lost flight 3, all other craft are clear and safe... "

"Understood doomhammer, continue as orderd"

"Acknowlged

Doomhammer


"Disengage, move the ship away from the Harvester... we will engage with long range batteries"

"Understood Captain"

the doom hammer disengaged, the mighty vessle of the Imperial navy moved away from combat... until it reached a safe distance, it turned to fire at the harvester...

dorsal lance batteries, began the bombardment of the harvester...

the Captain seemed nervous, sat in his command chair, he rubbed his hands together nervously...

OOC Look back at my attack Mini Miehm. And Kraven your guys are safe and with us at the checkpoint.

IC
Mercer signalled the Sgt and Falx again requesting their presence.

*A torrent of plasma and las fire peppered the enemy harvester, by now it was aflame and almost crippled.*

"Fleet command, warp engines ON!"


*Falx proceeded into Mercer's meeting.*

Mercer spoke quickly, "We have detected a large Tau force in orbit around Baal. And the Chronosians are fast approaching. We must open a comm with them."

"Please hurry, the Harvester will give chase soon."

unbeknownst to the Dratherian fleet the The Spear of Idemification has been trailing them, watching events unfold, Tusanco watches as the dratherian fleet is assulted by the Harvester. . .

"Fire The Cannon of Repentance!" Tusanco demands as the ship begins to shake. a slim purple beam forms in the gun followed by a beam like a solar flare bursting from the carona of a star, intertwined with two capslues, one multi-melta one conventional, aimed at the necron harvester.

*Flax attached his helmet and iron halo and proceeeded to the bridge to find awed crew members at the sight of their savior.*

"Leave this place now of else you shall face our wrath." Comms the Commander to all of the ships in the sector, as a large power beam streaks past the fleet skimming of shields of The Spear of Idemification. "that was your warning. You have 3 Baal days to leave or we shall destroy you."

OOC Look back at my attack Mini Miehm. And Kraven your guys are safe and with us at the checkpoint.

IC
Mercer signalled the Sgt and Falx again requesting their presence.


OOC: Sorry, it was added after I posted.

"Leave this place now of else you shall face our wrath." Comms the Commander to all of the ships in the sector, as a large power beam streaks past the fleet skimming of shields of The Spear of Idemification. "that was your warning. You have 3 Baal days to leave or we shall destroy you."

"Tau, I am the least-prejiduced person you will speak to in this fleet, and we seek an item for the good of humanity. We will not harm you if you do not interfere with us, no Tau will be harmed whilst we are here."

The Harvester was little damaged by the attacks of the TCS ship, the attacks bythe Dratherians were moer substantial, but they were still nt irreperable damage, and the whole time that they were being damaged they were firing their heavy Gauss weapons, and they still had their powerful blades lodged in the first ship they had hit, but that was a condition that was soon to end, they reversed their engines, pulling away from the ship they had rammed, they needed a new target, and they would find one on the surface.

The Chronosian fleet lay a short distance from Baal; readying the countless weapons of war they possessed. Guardsmen checked their lasguns, Bolter's were primed and readied, the blessings of the Machine God extended upon them, that they serve well in battle and then granted to the Marines who would fight this day. Tanks and other vehicles were honored in their turn; their Machine Spirits blessed and tended to...

Yet over all of this, the Lords of Chaos tended to the will and operation of the fleet. Remiel and Lucian shared the bridge; their combined might enough to intimidate even the greatest of warriors. An internal alliance between the Plague Lord and the Dark Prince, was certain to be something marvellous back home. Others could not remember when two Primarch's had shared the duty of the same mission, more usually dispatched to different corners of the Imperium. Now, they both joined as the fleet engaged conventional thrusters, and with a roar of flame, began to advance upon Baal.

Upon the radio's and comms stations, black prayers echoes, dark declarations to inhuman gods; bestial cries to the infernal powers. These were the very harbingers of doom; the warriors of Death. And those called in their presence, would know their furious wrath.

"Bring us in slowly; I want all power focussed to shields and weapons. Are the landign squads ready?"

"Yes Lord; the Mechanicus is laying the groundwork for a forward base, and defense and assault teams are simply awaiting your order."

"Excellent; we shall advance from the south. Lucian, prognosis?"

"Brother; I suggest a forward assault. If any enemy dithers about Baal; we should utilise the smaller and more able craft to distract while we land; and then instruct the larger ships to reinforce."

"Excellent. Then we begin soon..."

The Harvester dove for the surface, they needed to land their forces and find the geneseed for Harvesting and incorporation.

The Harvester was little damaged by the attacks of the TCS ship, the attacks bythe Dratherians were moer substantial, but they were still nt irreperable damage, and the whole time that they were being damaged they were firing their heavy Gauss weapons, and they still had their powerful blades lodged in the first ship they had hit, but that was a condition that was soon to end, they reversed their engines, pulling away from the ship they had rammed, they needed a new target, and they would find one on the surface.


OOC:and what of the attack of the Dark wolf (my) ship???

OOC: Should I use my powers of invisiblity for good or for evil...Anyone wanna acknowledge my existence? :P

ooc: Hi Chronosia I acknowledge you.

OOC: Yay! :P Sorry, no more OOC

"DON'T ALLOW THAT THING TO LAND!!!" calls the Tau Commander as every gun within range let loose on the harvester. "as to you, The Adeptus Astartes, as long as you stay clear of my men i have no battle with you."

"You Tau are quick to realise the abhorrent nature of these grave-spawned fiends. How they prowl at your borders like hungry dogs. We shall not harm you; the records speak of how your kind pose no power in the Warp; and of the one known as Farsight, who fought even at the side of the Ruinous Powers. We shall leave you be, noble ones; but we must come upon this world. It is a world of those who sent Damocles against your kind so long ago. It is an old world of the Imperium, and no good can come of them."

Remiel stepped forward; his voice seductive, more for show than any true psychic effort to convince the Tau. They were as sickening to him as Untouchables; both of whom brought shudders to him and abscence to his dark gift.

"We would offer you gifts, that you grant us, proud travellers and exporers, passage"

"Follow them, i shall not allow any Heretics to live!" Tusanco commands. Their ship descended through the atmosphere after the Harvester.

*Carius stood on deck shouting orders...*

"FIRE MAIN CANNON AT THE NECRON SHIP'S AFT TOWER! SECONDARY WEAPONS ARE TO ENGAGE THE TURRETS!"

"Sir, will board?"

"Not on your life, load the boarding torpedoes with detonation charges instead, send them those."

*Carius' normal cool-atmosphere had been replaced by one of a heroic leader under fire. He carried a crate full of rockets and placed them in a boarding torpedo as they saddled near the ship, rocking from the atmospheric entry.*

"FIRE!"

*The torpedos zipped into the Harvester, hundreds of them. The necron guns turned to them...*

OOC: See? No God-modding.

Two Blood Angels Battle Barges launched all Thunderhawks from their bays which landed on the landing pad next to the Monastery. Rafen stepped out from the first Thunderhawk and threw the monastery doors open and yelled over the comm to his surviving brethern, "Come my brothers we must get ready to leave the Monastery. I know this is not an easy thing to do but it must be done. We will return one day soon however now we must protect our sacred Gene-seed from the vile heretics and evils of the Ultima Segmentum." Him and his battle-brothers began to work long and hard on packing up all that was in the Monastery. A few hours later they had moved some of the Gene-seed onto a heavily armored Thunderhawk which now powered through the atmosphere to the Battle Barges in orbit. All that was left was to evacuate all personnel and the rest of the gene-seed.

*Las blasts sparked between the Battle Barge and the Harvester as a Thunderhawk took off from the 'peaceful' side and descended to the planet to aid the evacuation.*

"I will stop these necrons!", Carius said over the comm as a gauss cannon flayed his ship, "If it comes to it, I can evacuate the crew, I have substantial explosives on board to destroy the Harvester and myself if need be..."

"Go" Remiel's hiss was heard across the communications arrays; and the fleets struck as the serpent. The Chronosian vessels surged forward; weapons readied, rounding the planet, on the opposing side of the world. "Launch; begin the glorious reclamation of what is rightfully...Ours" He chuckled softly. "Launch our fighters; bring me the heads of the Dratherian's and their allies. I want to watch them burn."

"As you will, it shall be done"

The main ships roared as drop pods and drop-ships roared from their bays; hurtling through the atmosphere, wreathed in flame. Remiel watched, overjoyed. "Shall we?" He turned to Lucian.

"Indeed we shall"

Two great power surges and they appeared, blinking into reality in a flurry of warp fire upon the surface of the world. Remiel grasped a cowering native by the throat, lifting it.

"The records did not lie; after the Heresy, the populations of these worlds were debased. It's looking at me." He tilted his head, before snapping the mutants spine with one quick motion of his gauntlet. "I'm trying to study it, to root out it's imperfections, and it's looking at me."

Lucian chuckled; watching the skies rain fire. "We shall move swiftly. And hopefully find the monastary as yet untouched."

"Aye brother; we shall show these heretical dogs what true Astartes are made of" Remiel's black laughter echoed. "Better that Chaos claim the Astartes, than inhuman dogs claim to be the new Imperium"

"Two hands ran down the hall toward Carius, one was rammed aside by a falling pipe, the other signalled an Apothecary, ran up to Falx and said, "Sir! An Unidentified ship has landed on Baal!"

"Notify Dratheria and Reken immediately!"

"Yes, Brother-Commander!"

*An auxilary storage tower snapped from the Barrage as the missles closed in on the Necron ship*

The Drop ships and drop pods graced the land of Baal with their presence; great weapons of terrible war. The tanks trundled forth on their great treads; artillery was readied as a preliminary basecamp was established. Remiel smirked as his Marine's began to practice maneuvers and Lucian watched with equal glee as plagueridden transports slid from from pods and ships.

"Now is the hour of our glory, Brother" Lucian whispered, and Remiel acknowledged.

"Aye, that it is, and we shall reap a harvest of heretics. I want the Tech priests to set up anti-orbital cannons. When the fleet attacks, I want them supported."

" A fine plan; meanwhile..." Lucian strode towards a Rhino loaded with Terminator Armored Plague Marines. "I suggest we go forth"

"Sounds like my kind of fun" Remiel smirked, as he made his way into another Rhino, loaded with Chaos Marines loyal to he alone; Terminators invigorated with the power of Slaanesh.

"FOR THE EMPEROR!" The dark cry arose, and the tides of doom returned to Baal. As before it had been ravaged by Chaos during the Heresy; so Chaos had returned...

OOC: Chron, how big is your fleet?

*The Starboard guns began to open up on Chronosia's capital ship, it's port guns battling the Necrons...*

OOC: Lets say around 200-300 ships

The Capital ship was the greatest ship of this battlegroup; the Pestilant Pleasure; a great modified vessel, which resembled the fabled Terminus Est of Imperial Lore. The greatest vessel of the Plaguelord turned towards the source of its undue irritation; its shields flickering at the weapons bombardment, its hull chipped slightly; as it fixed its great weapons upon this gnat.

The fleet about it turned, weapons charging, crackling as they too fixed upon its location.

"Hostile vessel; we are the Imperium; should you do not immediately cease fire, we shall take hostile action."

The Pestilant's great warp cannons crackled before roaring into fiendish life, dorsal lance batteries sending forth their vicious assault, even as torpedoes hurtled forth; and this was but one ship. The Others opened with a similar torpedoe barrage and volleys of lance fire.

"We give you one conventional Terran minute."

Remiel and Lucian turned in their Rhino's as the assault struck; their elite troops pouring from the vehicles as the enemy descended from the sky. "Ah, so the bastard children of Russ and Johnson come to face us. I plan to wipe your heretic genes from the face of existence; to spit in the faces of both of your fathers; and to crush your entire get beneath my bootheels" Thus came the envenomed words of the Lord of Pleasure, backed by a volley from his Heavy Bolter. "Forward! For the Emperor!"

The camp had been ravaged, true, but it would take more than that to kil their spirits. Infused by morale from the return of their Lord's, the Chaos Marines charged forward; Lucian's Plague Marines screaming in insane rage as they opened fire; Remiel's Noise Marines opening with volleys of raw sonic energy. The Predator tanks whirled; their lascannons opening against enemy dreadnoughts; a Chaos dreadnought set himself as wolf amongst the flock, cleaving left and right with great scything claws; while it whirred and spun with an autocannon on its other arm.

Remiel surged forward; leaping a barricade and bringing the crackling edge of his Daemonblade towards the enemy; while Lucian, his form marred with countless flies, plunged into the fray, spinning, bringing Manreaper to bear on the hated enemy; even as the Hive fed amongst the corpses, tasting the flesh of the living and the dead...

"I suggest you learn about Battle Barges..."

*The crew begins to teleport and deep strike onto the planet, leaving Carius alone in the bay with nothing but servitors to man the guns and helm.*

*Two Emporer Class Battleships sidle up to the Battle Barge.*

"Meet my two friends, just recently arrived from the warp, all units, open fire on that capital ship!"

"I want to have that disgrase of a Astartes camp to be a creater by the time I next look upon it!" Tusanco calls over the battle sirens, as the rest of the Dark Wolf fleet folds into the system and unleashes hell onto the camp. Drop pods fall away from the fleet in a well used Tactical maneuver of the ancient Space Wolves.
**** Five minuets later ****
the orbital bombardment stops just seconds before the drop pods connect with the soil. Hitting the ground the drop pods open to the marines, dreadnaughts, and tanks swarming the battered chronosian camp.

" Finish what is left of the forces in the camp than move to the monastery to assist in it's defence." Tusanco comms to every ground trooper.

(2000 marine drop pods,115 dreadnaught pods, 125 tank pods, 4 warhound Titians, 50 marine pods with "figs")

OOC: Ok, one you could've just editted your post; 2, Celestial recognise damage given I just fired on your fleet and 3) let me reply :)

IC:

More pods streamed from the Imperial ships even as they fought against the Celestial ships that had just emerged. Battle barges surged forward to fire great volleys of fire against the enemy; torpedo tubes roaring, boarding pods launching; even as Imperial reinforcements continued to plummet to death or glory. The Imperium launched countless attacks against the surface; waves of bobmardment against them; focussed on their vehicles and the Titans, the entire orbital bombardment capabilities of 4 heavily armed Despoiler battleships; even as Swiftdeath fighters and Doomfire bombers surged forth, plunging through the flaming atmosphere to rake the enemy with fire.

The Imperial's spun like whirling engines of destruction; tanks roared in discharge; Dreadnoughts strode forth as terrible God-Machines amongst men, and Marines and Guardsmen alike fought tooth and nail; even as their numbers were depleted. The Imperium had millions of troops, each ready to serve and die for his Emperor...And many would meet that goal this day.

*The Battle Barge's upper tiers erupted in flame as the servitors fired mindlessly, a score of boarding boats fired at the enemy crusier, as soon as they impacted, the enemy realized that there were no men in these, there were explosives! The two battleships swivelled to meet the enemy crusier and fired their main cannons as well as batting off turrets, whilte the enormous (not a gnat) Battle Barge struggled under it's damage, though holding together steadfastly.*

OOC: just so you know during "long awaited search" my figs where trained by the calidus temple (search 4 my post "preperations")

IC: moderate losses where taken in the initial assault but seeing the titians behind them the marines are rallied and fight back with renewed vigor. Thunderhawk fighters fill the sky along with 3 thunderhawk dropships land and the 13th wolfen piles out, Sternhammer pulls out his dual pistol grip custom bolters and releases shells into the closest chaos marine, yelling his battle cry his hushes into the enemy, holstering his bolters and drawing dual chainswords.

I'm going to bed now, but before I go...

"Dratheria, you aided us with the blood of your soldiers, and I shall pay you back for them personally...."

*The Battle Barge, sensing defeat, turned it's aft end to the enemy ship and ignited it's engines, they wouldn't die in vain...*

OOC: Mind if I post one or two of your losses for purely dramatic effect?

IC:

Remiel spun and twisted, ducking a chainsword attack that glanced off his armor instead of impacted his head; before driving the great blade through his attackers ribcage; forcing his foot down on the body to dislodge the blade. He watched the Titans advance and chuckled softly.

Big toys for a such a small one

He whirled, watching the fighters fill the sky, his own spinning and diving; some exploding, others maneuvering as to attack the Thunderhawks and Titan's; bombers emptied their payloads and then plunged into suicidal fury into Titan's, or into the masses of infantry below.

Lucian let the hive slip free; flies filling the air in a humming cacophany of disease and pestilence. He spun about, hot breath seething from his seal helmet as he brought the Manreaper spinning down, cleaving one man at the waist; another split entirely in two...The bloodlust satisfied him, but when he saw the flies nestled, eggladen in wounds, he chuckled and let his dark glory pour forth in echoing maddening laughter.

High above, the Chaos fleet advanced; warp cannons, lances, torpedoes, boarding pods (both explosive and normal) were hurled forth against their enemy. Their enemy lacked the pure faith of Chaos, and they would be destroyed for their disbelief...

Plague Marines and Noise Marines; supported by Obliterators, Terminators and Havocs surged forth from the pods replete to roars of battle and obscene and sickening prayers.

Even as Chaos vessels succumbed, they fought on, fighting till they died, plunging in flames through the atmosphere; to rain on hallowed Baal in bitter clouds of burning debris...

The flagship continued to press the assault, its shields wounded, its hull marred; it opened up with every weapon it possessed; and the hellish discharge of the other ships followed with it.

I'm going to bed now, but before I go...

"Dratheria, you aided us with the blood of your soldiers, and I shall pay you back for them personally...."

*The Battle Barge, sensing defeat, turned it's aft end to the enemy ship and ignited it's engines, guns blazing it crashed head first into the enemy ship, the explosion was enormous, lighting up the entire sky from the ground...*

OOC: Ok, you can say that it headed towards my ship with the intent of crashing into it, but please don't post absolutes, and certainly don't post my losses. Edit the post to make it intending, and I shall reply in kind.

" All ships, open fire on the Chronosian fleet." Tusanco commands as his ship opens fire the the flagship. "I want you to send 5000 more marines and 1 emperor titian to the surface to support the ones already there. like wise i want 3 warhounds at the monastary."

Searching him out Sternhammer sheaths a sword and pulls off 5 rounds at Remiel.

OOC: Take some damage Rek, hm? Be a pal? :P

IC:

Remiel ducks, bullets richoceting off his armor as he whirls his heavy bolter round; opening fire as he advances against this new foe. "Come forth, bastard. Let me give you the punishment denied the Emperor; let me cleanse you of your geno-heresy! Have you any idea how much you have violated the very sanctity of your geneseed? I wonder if any forsaken lurk in your underbelly? Or are they all simply rutting dogs like the Wulfen" He ceases fire, lunging forth to strike at the man with his Daemonblade.

"I am Remiel; Warmaster of the Imperium, Son of the Emperor; Declared Lord of the Inquisition and all its Ordos." He watched as the fighters and bombers intensified their assaults; orbital bombardments rainign down left and right, many of his own men dieing. "I see the Dratherian scavenger hunt steads you well. Let me tell you a secret" He leans in "We have Titans too..."

The Fleet opens fire against the Reken vessels, even as they themselves are attacked. Many ships have thus been lost, and another joins their number; its roaring death echoing through space; even as salvoes of torpedoes are armed and shot forth against the foe. Lance fire sears the void and Warp Cannon fire threatens to rend reality itself...Truly, this is an Epic battle...

One titian falls to the ground in a ball of fire as men hurry out of the way of the falling titian. the three remaining open fire on the incomming bombers. drop pods fall all around replenishing the tiring warriors of the Dark Wolves with fresh energy.


Current losses:
marines-3000
dreadnaughts-20
tanks-50
titians-1
"figs"-15

Chronosians are dieing left and right, their bodies torn asunder by the enemy, even as they fight. They die with their last breaths praising the Emperor. They die seeking to thrust bayonets and chainswords in the filthy heretics that take their lives. They seek to die like Chronosians...

And they succeed. Remiel continues his assault; as Lucian dodges through the wreckage of the fallen Titan, his armored girth tearing from the wreckage to drive his weaponry against the enemies of his Father.

"Death itself has come forth against you, little ones" He hisses, his voice as cold as death itself, and just as terrifying. "Come, try your blades against a harbinger of the abyss!"

About the edge of the camp, dropships thud to the ground as more reinfocements pour forth, attempting to flank the enemy. Massed predator and Leman Russ fire, coupled with the advancing wall of Space Marine reinforcements, Terminators and Obliteratoors, seek to make the situation more perilous for the enemy. Weapons fire goes of all around them; no one is safe; and they love it. Love each moment of brutality, each second of war...

holstering his bolter at the sight of the oncomming for he pulls out his other sword. crossing them infront of himself he pushes the daemonblade to the ground and leaps over Remiel bringing his swords down in an cross slice
" Die you Heretic Dog! for it was my kind the True emperor didn't withdraw his favor from." Sternhammer bellows out.

"Do you know who you address, worm?" The Pleasurelord spun, smirkign as his blade sought to deflect the enemies weapon. He had nicked him, this damned insect had nicked him with that damnable weapon. "You speak to a Primarch; you should kiss the ground I walk on. Your Emperor is dead" He hisses, eyes alive with fire as he backs off slightly, keeping distance between them. "All that his realm represented belongs to the strongest successors. And we are they, are we not, brother?"

"Indeed." That monotonous voice from behind Sternhammer; that cold air of icy death, the chilled whisper of the Reaper...Lucian. "We are the Imperium; we would lead humanity into a golden age, an age where Chaos is not feared; but worshipped! Did not Magnus seek to warn the Emperor and was betrayed? Did not Quixos purge the unclean even in corruption? You know nothing of the power of Chaos, and how it was handled, and used, and embraced, even by the zealous organisation you seek to deify."

landing Sternhammer slams the flat end of one blade to his back,blocking any possiable rear assult. "That may be so to your eyes but my emperor or yours would also see to it that the mightiest of the warriors wern't 'shot in the back' if you know what i mean." Sternhammer calls out as he pulls both blades to bear and unleashes a furry of slashes at Remiel, createing blurs out of his swords.

Naaman stands ontop of a mound of corpses, both friend and foe alike, both dying for their own glorious cause, he looks around at the scene of carnage that was once the Chronosian camp. Spoting Sternhammer in his epic strugle agunst the chaos leader he charges foward squeazeing off acouple rounds at the one known as Lucian.

Remiel blocks and parries; attacking when he can; he will not allow himself to be forced into the defensive; he lashes out, grunting as he opens himself and a blade scars his armor, forcing metal against flesh, before he blocks again, whirling, ducking, attempting to dodge and attack his foe.

"We're in the middle of a war and you're whining to me about the ethical quandries of shooting a man in the back?" He lashes out again, madly cackling. "I thought you were a warrior, not a woman!"

Lucian raises his hand, deflecting the bullets with one well armed gauntlet, without even the need to look. A soft chuckle rises from his lips within that dark and forboding armor.

"So, another comes to challenge me; I who stand at the left hand of Nurgle and the right hand of the Emperor. You seek to destroy the Master of the Hive, the very Lord of Plague" He chuckles. "How pitiful; this...is the climax."

"Prepare my ship, i wish to join our forces that are guarding the monastary, if it comes down to it I my blood will spill in the protection of that holy place." Tusanco states to one marine from his honor guard. "with the losses we have taken already i fear that this may be the last stand of the dark wolves and Dratherians.


total losses:
marines 8200
tanks 70
dreadnaughts 60
titians 2
figs 70

The Imperium is relentless; above the besieged worlds; its fleets surge forward, weapons blazing in unholy symphony. The fighters dodged between the great ships like birds navigating trees; opening upon their enemies with all manner of lances and missles; their insane pilots roaring in dark delight, bodies fused to their ships, living weapons, extensions of their being.

The War continued on the ground; the dead piled high, the corpses of friend and foe alike being forced to the side; men wading through seas of bodies, fighting against their foes in this camp turned to a necropolis by the fool servants of the God-Emperor.

"CLEANSE THEM ALL!" A Commisar yells, lashing out with chainsword, before a bolter round tears him from his standpoint. A plague marine lets his bolter fall from his hand as blood leaks from his armor, his body mauled; his spirit no longer able to fight. A Predator fires, before it is torn in half; hull torn and twisted by enemy fire.

Though the casualties are great, the Imperium knows that its subjects number militarilly in the millions, and that it shall accept nothing short of an absolute victory over its hated enemies.

"ONWARDS! ONWARDS TO VICTORY! FOR THE BLACK PRINCE! FOR THE LORD OF PLAGUE! FOR THE DARK ALLIANCE!"

"I allways like to talk to the thing i am atacking, it forces my enemies to not only fight but to also think." Sternhammer chuckles as the blade slices through the side of his armor drawing a thin line of blood. "For keeping up a dialouge during a fight also challenges the intelect of your enemy." glancing Remiel's blade out of his armor hebrings the other up into the tender armor of his armpit.

"I am out of shape, I need some exercise." Naaman calls out to the plaged man leaping foward sprialing as he fires, bolter in one hand, cruzius in the other.

"I prefer to get to know my opponent in the fray" Remiel hisses, driving his arm to knock aside his enemies blade, grunting as pain shoots down his limb, armor slightly buckled. "You sting as an ant, but I can see you shall make a good feast for the Gods. Do you see the Daemons that hover even now, awaiting your end" He stepped back, then thrust forward. "They hunger..."

Lucian says nothing, sidestepping as the stranger attacks, spinning his scythe as he advances; he lunges forward, boots kicking up gravel and ash as he strikes out with all the force of the Manreaper against his enemy.

"Come now" He whispers "Come, and we shall see who is worthy." He spins, slashing at his enemy. "You shall know the fury of Nurgle"

"INCOMMING!" a Marine yells as the debri from a destroyed dratherian/reken ship falls onto the field, crushing dreadnaughts, bisceting tanks and beheading marines. the field so gore covered chainswords clog and burnout only to be dropped and replaced by a fallen marines weaponry. other marines saved souly by the slickness of their own blood coated armor.

a single pod hits the ground as a tank dreadnaught hybrid (dreadnaught with tread instead of legs) rolls our and unleashes its dual multi-meltas spew forth.

An Imperial Guardsman hefts a rocket launcher to his shoulder from a point of vantage, crouched atop piles of rubble and debris as he opens fire at the Dreadnought/Tank. He fires, till none of his payload remains, and he turns; only to be crushed by exploding rubble; falling to the ground, torn apart.

Orbital bombardments continue to pound the camp; fighters and bombers still dive and scream overhead; and the very sound of it almost becomes a torture as they fight on. This world is but one of many they have fought on; some are seasoned veterans; some fought in the Black Crusades; others served with the Inquisition; some have dragged themselves from the bottom of the ladder, from planetary defence to serving with some of the most famed Chronosian Guard Regiments.

Weapons fire echoes all about them; frag grenades and melta bombs fly towards the enemy troops as concealed scouts and guardsmen bombard their foes; the Space Marines bring the fight to the enemy...And the two Primarchs fight on.

Landing Naaman rolls to his feet as he just reconizes a sharp pain in his side where the scythe punctured his armor.
"ah tis only a flesh wound." Naaman quotes and he tosses a mini gernade at his foe closely following it with a bolter shell.

"HA for who say it is I they are waiting for?", Sternhammer starts barly deflecting the jab to the ground with his own sword he quickly pulls his blade along the other, as to remove Remiel's sword hand, "for you would make just as good if not better and offering, besides he already knows your name."Sternhammer finishes with a chuckle, punching the butt of his other sword at Remiel's head.

Lucian grunts, leaping back, armor smoking. He looks to hbis foe and hisses, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he bellows; lunging forward..
And a hissing, buzzing fills the air. The Swarm descends, the Hive; it surronds him, surging about him as a living entity as he attacks his foe. "And soon your flesh shall be mine" He sneers, spitting bile and phlegm as he attacks; again, and again, relentless.

"Remiel ducks, feeling his grip tighten around the blade, steadying himself as he fights back. "The Blade tells me it is so; can you not hear its voice. You may die here, but the scavengers shall not take your soul. The blade wants it; and it professes to pervert and torment your soul in the name of Slaanesh" He cackles, lashing out left and right in dark glee. "You cannot stand against the followers of the true Gods! There are none who can!"

the Dreadnaught hybrid, now immoblized, fires its autocannons at the genral location of where the grenades and bombs are originating. irs remaining arm massacuring all within range, the now visible face of the inhabitant hellong in insane fury.


Current losses
Marines 10000
Tanks 100
Dreadnaughts 80
titians 3
figs 115

Explosions rock the hidden refuges of the Guard; but not before the fianl volleys of fire echoe across the battlefield; directed at the Dreadnought. Space Marines continue their bloody business; reinforcements stream in steady barrages from the ships in orbit; a Tech prest swings his great axe, twirling it in a great display of deadly power, as Gun-Servitors accompany him; opening fire with great volleys of autocannon fire.

"FOR THE GLORY OF THE MACHINE GOD!" He roars, lashing out at the foul heretics about him. "ALL HAIL THE GLORIOUS GOD MACHINE!"

And so it continues; blood staining the land, blood everywhere; blood and flies, and the stench of death. The Chaos Marines roar, screaming their black devotion. Somewhere, a Slaanesh worshipper rends down enemy and allied corpses alike into drug constructs; fuelling his rage and graceful art of death...

Were there a purer vision of hell, both sides had yet to see it.

" I never liked bugs," Naaman states as he parrys Lucian to the side and wipes off the Phlem off oh is face, to see the hive upon him. Ducking to get a better view he jabs his sword at Lucian.

"Just try me" Sternhammer bellows snaping a kick to the back of Remiel's knee he also brings up a sword tward Remiel's gut. An orbital bombardment lands between the parmarichal battles.

the Dreadnaught exploding, it sends chunks of flamming debri crush nearby warriors. the emperor titian fires upon the tec priest and all his followers with its rocket launcher, while it walks foward crushing the corpses underneath its enoumus feet. thunderhawks begin to aim their assault cannons on the ground forces.

The Titan's assault slaughters countless, hundreds of Chronosian's cleaved asunder by its weapons, not mentioning the fact that it is firing into a crowd of its own men as well as Chronosian's. Another orbital bombardment surges from the heavens as the fighters and bombers converge; focussing their might on bringing the Titan down; a bomber spirals, screaming towards its leg in a last, madcap effort.

Remiel grunts as his hand grabs the blade, holding it as it scrapes his armor, digging into the metal. "You...You think I'll give up this easily?" He hisses, forcing his hand to attempt push the blade away, pushing back as he does; raising the heavy bolter and opening fire...

Lucian, meanwhile drives his scythe at his foe; the blade digging into the ground before he moves, twirling, freeing it to bring the great Manreaper down in a crashing arc of furious destruction.

The Harvester was battered and beaten, but it was a powerful foe, its deadly grace belied the strength in its seemingly fragile frame, armor shivered and splintered under the pounding of the enemy attacks, power systems surged and failed, only to bring themselves back online, Gauss weapons ripped enemy missiles from the space around the mighty Harvester, but a few made contact, shattering armor and killing a few warriors when they penetrated to the debarkment area, but the battered hulk still continued on its path, blasts of fire ripping holes in its armor, but leaving the ship beneath mostly intact.

OOC: Ok, you can say that it headed towards my ship with the intent of crashing into it, but please don't post absolutes, and certainly don't post my losses. Edit the post to make it intending, and I shall reply in kind.

A'right.

The Doomhammer sat hung in orbit, it began to bombard indisciminantly, its massive lance batteries firing repeatidly, as the ship sat... 101st hell-borne tank hunter "Boar" air craft prepared to begin runs, not at any target in particular.. just hunting for targets...

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The Doomhammer sat hung in orbit, it began to bombard indisciminantly, its massive lance batteries firing repeatidly, as the ship sat... 101st hell-borne tank hunter "Bore" air craft prepared to begin runs, not at any target in particular.. just hunting for targets...

The bombardment was of no interest to the Harvester, except in that it may destroy the item they sought to take for their own, they turned their guns on the foolish ship, gauss bolts flying through the upper atmosphere at the offending craft.

The doomhammer was rocked violently by the havester, its gauss bolts hammering into the side of its gun decks... sevitors and ammunition exploded... allowing a massive ball of fire to errupt out of the craft

"Ensign.. damage report?"

"Gun deck 4 is out of action"

"Signal repair crews.."

"Understood"

"Bring the ship about, prepare for a torpedo Salvo"

"Understood Captain"

the massive Battleship turned around slowly bringing its forward torpedo bays to bare at the harvester, inside teams upon teams of workers rushed to load the massive torpedoes into the launch tubes, 10 minutes passed when at the bridge the fire signal went green...

"We are green to launch Captain"

"You may fire when ready Ensign"

with a click... the torpedoes were sent on their way, turbo boosters igniting as they left the launch tubes... speeding their way to the Harvester....

The torpedoes glowed with the pale flame of re-entry friction, some were defeated before they even reached their target by the heat of tyhe atmosphere on their bodies, more were beaten down by gauss batteries and smaller anti-missile weapons, but a few made it through, one punching obliquely into a gauss flayer battery, badly damaging it, putting it temporarily out of comission, but it would repair itself, and then it would fire again, until that time the rest of the guns kept up their barrage at the enemy ship, determined to stop the bombardment of this important world.

Far away from the battle for Baal, another Harvester began its journey, it had been reinforced by the Necrons that had gone to the Tomb Lords control, and now they headed after their ally, seeking the same thing, for the same purpose... another Harvester was coming to Baal.

"Damit.." the Captain spoke.. "I can't afford to loose this ship"

the Captain looked around quickly..

"Pull us out of Orbit, move us away... Disengage and we'll fire from afar with the lance batteries... We can Bombard the planet later..."

The Doomhammer disengaged from the combat, the guass cannons still impacted with it, even as it moved away

the Doomhammer continued to move, then it turned slowly... and began to use its lance batteries to play a game of long range volleys with the Harvester

After the Doomhammer left orbit, it was ignored, except to interdict as many bolts as possible with gauss shots, they simply wanted the planet intact, not to destroy the Doomhammer, that would follow later.

The second Harvester was well on its way to Baal, it would arrive soon enough, and then the true combat would begin.

"The Harvester is a problem... Its not like the Necrons just to ignore a target.."

the Captain spoke, he didnt like this one bit, not at all.

"Boarding, we'll capture the ship"

some of the crew looked at the captain with a shocked surprise

The Harvester continued on towards the planet, it was focusing on a more important target than a simple battleship, it had a geneseed to harvest, and that was exactly what it would do.

The second harvester arrived in the system, drawn by the call of his ally to the conflict above the planet, his first act upon getting everything stabilised was to ram the ship that had been attatcking the other Harvester, and hopefully put it out of comission. His guns blazed with brilliant green light, lashing out at the Doomhammer, preperatory to the impact of the Harvesters blades.

the ship was suddenly rocked violently as the harvester impacted into the side of the Doomhammer..

"SHIT!.. thats why they're ignoring us... theres another Harvester... Red Alert... Battle stations, prepare to repel boarders"

"This is Captain Jerod, All Kas'rkin, prepare for boarding action, mount up!"

the kas'rkin raced through the sector, donned in the brilliant white armour of the hell-borne, they grabbed rifles out of the racks and raced to the boarding tubes...

meanwhile, the ship was being constantly rocked by the guass cannons, damaging the outer hull, the ship rocked again as another explosion took out a gun emplacment...

lance batteries opened fire, hammering into the Harvester..

the boarding torpedoes prepared to fire, inside all the troopers were sat ready, the Sgt from the planet below was stood, inside the torp, cigar in mouth, grinning...

"MMH HMM!.. I love the smell of Lazer fire in the morning!" he laughed...

"Come on 101st... you look all depressed!... This is what we live for!"

"HOOHAA!" came the reply from the 101st troopers

"Who are you?"

"THE HELL-BORNE!"

"LETS GO! GO! GO!" the Sgt Roared

as the powerfull rockets, slammed the torpedo into the vacum of space

the Sgt stood firm...

"Singing!... Glory Glory As Im Roaring Through Outer Space!"
"Singing!... Glory Glory What a Helluva Way To Die!"

Gauss cannons flared into life, blowing boarding torpedoes up left and right, out of a salvo of 12, 7 managed to get through, smashing through the side wall of the necron harvester...

"Lets Rock and Roll... 101st!"

there was an explosion, and the door of the torpedo opend... the 101st stormed out, laz guns blazing...

The actign Captain of the Pestilant Pleasure turned to examine the new ships that were currently in pursuit of the Necron'tyr vessel. Fools; to defy such an ancient and malicious power was madness; and he, Arthakis Dra'Tyre, was not willing to simply pursue death with open heart. The ship shudders, the weapons going off again, sending death to the surface and death to their foes in orbit.

"Onwards, are you Marines? Or are you mortals? Are you the Children of the Gods?!"

"YES!"

"Then fight them! Bring the fight to our enemies; we must reinforce Lord Remiel and Lord Lucian, and we must fight the heretics here.

The Comms networks roared.

"Unidentified vessel in pursuit of the Necron'tyr; Identify yourself."

The actign Captain of the Pestilant Pleasure turned to examine the new ships that were currently in pursuit of the Necron'tyr vessel. Fools; to defy such an ancient and malicious power was madness; and he, Arthakis Dra'Tyre, was not willing to simply pursue death with open heart. The ship shudders, the weapons going off again, sending death to the surface and death to their foes in orbit.

"Onwards, are you Marines? Or are you mortals? Are you the Children of the Gods?!"

"YES!"

"Then fight them! Bring the fight to our enemies; we must reinforce Lord Remiel and Lord Lucian, and we must fight the heretics here.

The Comms networks roared.

"Unidentified vessel in pursuit of the Necron'tyr; Identify yourself."


"Imperial Navy Retribution class Battle cruiser... Doomhammer attached to the 101st Hell-borne Division, Most elite Guard Division in this sector of the galaxy and Damn proud of it... currently engaging Necron vessel in ship to ship combat.. any assistance would be greatly appreciated, they have us locked down... but we've taken the fight to them... 70 Stormtroopers aboard their vessal "

The shoulder pad almost ripped completely off of sternhammer's armor from the blast he is thrown to the ground. using the force to roll to his feet he drops both swords and draws both bolters and unleashes both clips at Remiel. reholstering them he grabs his swords and charges back to his foe.

bring his sword up to block the atack he can only slow it down as the manreaper as it slowly embedds itself into his off hands shoulder. pushing off harderhe launches the manreaper out of the wound he uses is now weakened arm to shoot off 3 rounds at Lucian. "if i can survive a orc dreadnaught, tha how do you expect me to fall to somone like you!" Naaman yells out.

the ship was suddenly rocked violently as the harvester impacted into the side of the Doomhammer..

"SHIT!.. thats why they're ignoring us... theres another Harvester... Red Alert... Battle stations, prepare to repel boarders"

"This is Captain Jerod, All Kas'rkin, prepare for boarding action, mount up!"

the kas'rkin raced through the sector, donned in the brilliant white armour of the hell-borne, they grabbed rifles out of the racks and raced to the boarding tubes...

meanwhile, the ship was being constantly rocked by the guass cannons, damaging the outer hull, the ship rocked again as another explosion took out a gun emplacment...

lance batteries opened fire, hammering into the Harvester..

the boarding torpedoes prepared to fire, inside all the troopers were sat ready, the Sgt from the planet below was stood, inside the torp, cigar in mouth, grinning...

"MMH HMM!.. I love the smell of Lazer fire in the morning!" he laughed...

"Come on 101st... you look all depressed!... This is what we live for!"

"HOOHAA!" came the reply from the 101st troopers

"Who are you?"

"THE HELL-BORNE!"

"LETS GO! GO! GO!" the Sgt Roared

as the powerfull rockets, slammed the torpedo into the vacum of space

the Sgt stood firm...

"Singing!... Glory Glory As Im Roaring Through Outer Space!"
"Singing!... Glory Glory What a Helluva Way To Die!"

Gauss cannons flared into life, blowing boarding torpedoes up left and right, out of a salvo of 12, 7 managed to get through, smashing through the side wall of the necron harvester...

"Lets Rock and Roll... 101st!"

there was an explosion, and the door of the torpedo opend... the 101st stormed out, laz guns blazing...

The Marines emerged into a very bad spot, they were surrounded by a squad of warriors sent to repel anything along this corridor, they nw opebned up with their powerful gauss weapons, the same thing happened in 3 more locations around the ship, in the other locations troops werer rushed to the breaches, nothing would defeat the Necrons on their home ground.

"All Thunderhawks, Stop that harvester! it mustnt Reach the monastary!" Tusanco yells as another varage of fighters leave the bays of the fleet to hault the harvester.

The emperor titian's leg disapears in a ball of fire as the mighty titian sways back and forth falling onto marines both chaos and Darkwolf alike.

The Stormtroopers came under heavy fire, several being taken down instantly as they entered the harvester, one dove, and took cover behind the corpses of his breatheren, he began to fire, taking aim carefully at the necrons, in the dark of the vessel only the green glow of their eyes gave them away, so this is what he aimed for... another trooper followed suit, taking cover behind a corpse and taking aim, letting a couple of high power lazer rounds fly down the corridor...

the plasma gun trooper moved up, took up cover inside the torpedo, guass flayer rounds smashed into every thing, he fired, a bright ball of plasma roared down the corridor...

a Sgt stepped out, firing his hellpistol down the corridor.. he pulled out a fragmentation grenade and primed it, throwing it down the corridor and firing at a few new targets, he motioned the rest of the squad to follow, hoping that their armour would hold enough for them to at least make some form of indentation in the Necron troops.

Another location, Aboard the Necron Ship

The Drill Sgt stepped out.. nothing... he motioned the squad to follow,the corridor was empty, the squad following standard tactics spread out, covering each others weak spots...

"What?" the Sgt spoke "Nothing?" he spoke again "not even a welcome wagon?".... "Zip?".... "Nada?" the Sgt looked around, his storm bolter held in his hands.

suddenly the necrons that had been scrambled to the area, appeared down a darkned corridor

"Well?... Better late than never!" the Sgt Roared opening up with his Stormbolter,

the rest of the squad followed suit, lighting the corridor up with hellgun rounds, plasma bursts, and the whine of super heated air from a meltagun....

"All Thunderhawks, Stop that harvester! it mustnt Reach the monastary!" Tusanco yells as another varage of fighters leave the bays of the fleet to hault the harvester.

The emperor titian's leg disapears in a ball of fire as the mighty titian sways back and forth falling onto marines both chaos and Darkwolf alike.

The fioghters swarmed the Harvester, but it retaliated, lashing out with Gauss batteries to swat any that came close enough friom the sky.

The Stormtroopers came under heavy fire, several being taken down instantly as they entered the harvester, one dove, and took cover behind the corpses of his breatheren, he began to fire, taking aim carefully at the necrons, in the dark of the vessel only the green glow of their eyes gave them away, so this is what he aimed for... another trooper followed suit, taking cover behind a corpse and taking aim, letting a couple of high power lazer rounds fly down the corridor...

the plasma gun trooper moved up, took up cover inside the torpedo, guass flayer rounds smashed into every thing, he fired, a bright ball of plasma roared down the corridor...

a Sgt stepped out, firing his hellpistol down the corridor.. he pulled out a fragmentation grenade and primed it, throwing it down the corridor and firing at a few new targets, he motioned the rest of the squad to follow, hoping that their armour would hold enough for them to at least make some form of indentation in the Necron troops.

Another location, Aboard the Necron Ship

The Drill Sgt stepped out.. nothing... he motioned the squad to follow,the corridor was empty, the squad following standard tactics spread out, covering each others weak spots...

"What?" the Sgt spoke "Nothing?" he spoke again "not even a welcome wagon?".... "Zip?".... "Nada?" the Sgt looked around, his storm bolter held in his hands.

suddenly the necrons that had been scrambled to the area, appeared down a darkned corridor

"Well?... Better late than never!" the Sgt Roared opening up with his Stormbolter,

the rest of the squad followed suit, lighting the corridor up with hellgun rounds, plasma bursts, and the whine of super heated air from a meltagun....

The first squad was hit hard, but most regained their feet after a few minutes, a few stayed down, but not enough to actually hamper their operations in any way, they had gotten extras when they took the other Necrons from that far world, now they would use them.

Far from the first battle, another raged through the corridors, this squad had a few Immortals with it, and they led the charge, blasting at the enemy with their more powerful heavy Gauss rifles, while the warriors followed with their lighter armor and weapons.

The Drill sgt shouted.. "Ha Ha Look at this Lads... They get back up so we can Kill them again!" the squad didnt respond, they were too busy picking targets,

one trooper was hit in the shoulder and was taken off his feet, he lay a couple of feet away clutching his shoulder, the Sgt looked around and spotted the downed soldier.

"Get up Soldier, your of the 101st, not one of these girly Cadians, We get paid to fight, and not sit on some planet guarding a fancy fence! Move it!"

the soldier tried to get to his feet, with a moan of pain he picked himself back up, and cradled his hellgun in both hands, he tried to fire but the immense pain made it almost impossible to take aim with the rifle, so he lent against a wall firing from his hip..

another Stormtrooper took a shot to the face, the Sgt looked around, he wasn't getting up from that.

the Drill Sgt let rip with his stormbolter again, but a few seconds in, it clicked on empty, he dropped down to one knee and began reloading it, he chewed on the end of his cigar, as he slammed another clip into place, he cocked the handle and stood back up firing away at the necron menace.

another trooper went down in the squad, his chest burnt open by a guass round.

"Come on 101st... your begining to fail on me! Pull your fingers out your arses, and start whooping some metal asses's you idiots! Who are you?"

"THE 101ST!"

First Sqaud to Enter the Harvestor

the squad had been hit hard, Immortals had suddenly appeared and began picking off troopers with much harder weaponry, the sgt was dead, slumped over corpses of other troopers, the squad was being pretty much wiped out, only the Plasma gunner remained... he stood defiantly on the mound of corpses hurling abuse at Necrons and hurling plasma at their faces..

"You want some!"

"How about you?"

"Eat Plasma"

"Who's your daddy?"

"Come Get some"

The Drill sgt shouted.. "Ha Ha Look at this Lads... They get back up so we can Kill them again!" the squad didnt respond, they were too busy picking targets,

one trooper was hit in the shoulder and was taken off his feet, he lay a couple of feet away clutching his shoulder, the Sgt looked around and spotted the downed soldier.

"Get up Soldier, your of the 101st, not one of these girly Cadians, We get paid to fight, and not sit on some planet guarding a fancy fence! Move it!"

the soldier tried to get to his feet, with a moan of pain he picked himself back up, and cradled his hellgun in both hands, he tried to fire but the immense pain made it almost impossible to take aim with the rifle, so he lent against a wall firing from his hip..

another Stormtrooper took a shot to the face, the Sgt looked around, he wasn't getting up from that.

the Drill Sgt let rip with his stormbolter again, but a few seconds in, it clicked on empty, he dropped down to one knee and began reloading it, he chewed on the end of his cigar, as he slammed another clip into place, he cocked the handle and stood back up firing away at the necron menace.

another trooper went down in the squad, his chest burnt open by a guass round.

"Come on 101st... your begining to fail on me! Pull your fingers out your arses, and start whooping some metal asses's you idiots! Who are you?"

"THE 101ST!"

First Sqaud to Enter the Harvestor

the squad had been hit hard, Immortals had suddenly appeared and began picking off troopers with much harder weaponry, the sgt was dead, slumped over corpses of other troopers, the squad was being pretty much wiped out, only the Plasma gunner remained... he stood defiantly on the mound of corpses hurling abuse at Necrons and hurling plasma at their faces..

"You want some!"

"How about you?"

"Eat Plasma"

"Who's your daddy?"

"Come Get some"


The bolts of gauss fire continued ripping down the hall, they were unfazed by their deaths, since most just got up to shoot again, no matter what happened to them, a few always stayed down, but not enough to make a real difference in this situation.

The plasma gunner made a few interesting suggestions, one of them involved putting an appendage that Necrons did not have, into an orifice that Necrons do not posess, they were unaffected by the ignorance of this fool, they all focused their fire on him, the immortals firing their heavy weapons with a detatched emotionlessness that must have disturbed the humans they wre fighting.

The plasma gunner died in a violent explosion of plasma... it errupted down the corridor and into the torpedo tube they had emerged from scarsely 10 minutes ago.

The area around the capsule was now on fire with the bright glow of plasma flame.

in other areas troopers were faring slightly better, there losses had been heavy, but they had managed to locate an area easily defended against the necron advance and were giving them what for.. grenades clattered down the corridor, exploding in a fountain of fire.

further down the corridor, they weren't faring as good, they had been cut off by a necron attack, the squad split down the middle, one stuck in a side room, the others bogged down in their capsule, which would aptly become their tomb at some point,

Drill Sgts Squad

the Drill sgt pressed the troopers on harder, they didnt have time to feel threatend by the Necrons, when the drill Sgt was constantly spuring them on, guass flayers smashed into the wall behind them, and laz bolts hammered into the wall around the necrons,

the Sgt pulled out two plasma grenades and tossed them down the corridor with little effort, he let rip with his stormbolter moments after throwing the grenades... he stared at the necrons, a chill went up his spine, but his resolve remained and he continued to spurr the troopers on, when one looked like he was about to bolt, he would lash them with his tounge ensuring that they would stay... the squad changed position, ensuring that they were covered, using wall bracings as cover and dragging corpses to them to act as cover.

The Immortals did the one thing they knew would put out the fire, they vented the compartment to the vacuum outside, no fire burned without fuel, and all the feul left when they vented the atmosphere. They then turned to deal with other incursions, except for the three who had been sucked out by the decomperssion, they floated impotently through space, trying to get back to the ship.

The humans were tenacious, but the necrons were unstoppable, they conmtinued their advance, and from the other end of the corridor reinforcements arrived, a pair of immortals, leading a squad of warriors, trapped between the twin furies of the necron advance the humans were doomed, then the Tomb Lord made his appearance, tall and imposing, he did something that none had ever reported before, he spoke to them, "Lay down your weapons, you are doomed if you continue to fight, leave and I will be merciful, stay and you will die."

"Captain? The Necrons are allowing us to withdraw.."

"What?... Do so then, we can afford to lose any more troopers, the tanks are off line"

"Very well Captain"

the Drill sgt spat out the ragged end of his cigar, pulled out a fresh cigar, placed it in his mouth, lit the cigar, took a drag, then paused...

as the Sgt stepped passed a wall strut he camly placed a magnetic grenade against the strut and continued..

"You've got this round necrons... but Ill be back for you... your ass is mine!"

with that the Sgt ducked down into torpedo tube and closed the hatch, its reverse reteros burned and pulled it out of the harvestor... the tow cable dragged it back, moving it into place inside the hangar bay of the Doomhammer..

the Sgt stepped out of the capsule, took a drag from his cigar and shouted

"YEEEHAA!... MAN! WHAT A RUSH!" he grinned as the 101sts commander stepped up to him..

"Good work Sgt" the commander spoke

the Sgt smiled and held up in his hand the pin from a magnetic grenade

"As always Sgt, your full of surprises"

the sgt grinned back at Commander

"Its at times like these I'm glad you were brought up on the Commisserate world..."

"So am I, Commander... So Am I..."

The Harvester witrhdrew from the Doomhammer, it moved on, heading for the surface, there were bigger fish to fry than a few marines.

Transmission to the leaving marines:

Look behind you.

"Er captain.. were receiving a transmission from the Necron ship??!"

"What?"

"From the necron ship sir"

"What does it say?"

"Look behind you"

"Huh?... begin full sector scans, see if there is anything approaching our rear"

"Understood"

"Er captain.. were receiving a transmission from the Necron ship??!"

"What?"

"From the necron ship sir"

"What does it say?"

"Look behind you"

"Huh?... begin full sector scans, see if there is anything approaching our rear"

"Understood"

Seconmds before the pod had left, a warrior had blasted away the strut, now, if they looked in the right spot, they would find a necron warrior, holding an internal support from a harvester, attached to the pod that had left the harvester just moments ago.

OOC: Have I ever mentioned how truly evil I am?

The Commander and the Sgt began to walk away, then the commander spoke to a naval techy

"Clear this away, get every up sorted and prepare for planet fall... "

"Understood Commander"

the techy headed towards the capsule, he disengaged the tow cable, and began to prepare it for lifting, he kneeled down and began attaching clips to the underside of it, so it could be lifted into the storage area...

thats when the necron let go of the support strut, it camly and methodicaly lowered itself onto the floor, with a click of its feet as it touched the metal floor, the techy looked up, right into the eyes of a Necron warrior.

"Oh shit" was the last thing he said as the necron brought its gauss flayer down onto his head, killing him out right...

the hell-borne stormtrooper immeadiatly rushed to the scene, kneeling down in standard firing positions, hell guns raised.

"NECRON LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPONS!... COMPLY... COMPLY!" screamed one of the troopers

the Sgt and the Commander turned around, upon seeing the necron warrior surrounded by troopers the Sgt smiled..

"Looks like I've made a freind"

The Necron silently holds up the support strut, another message comes across from the Harvester:

I believe you forgot this on your way out.

the Sgts eyes widen...

"OH SHIT!... MOVE MOVE MOVE!" the Sft screamed while waving the men away from the necron..

the Stormtroopers tried to run, but the necron was quickly reduced to scrap by the explosion of the magnetic grenade... the Sgt, The Commander and anyone near by are thrown from their feet, most of the stormtroopers were killed by the blast, and the capsule had move a couple of feet... small fires were all over the deck...

the Sgt got up, put his cigar back into his mouth.

"Fucking Xenos"

a stormtrooper lay, calling for medic, his legs and arms blown off by the blast...

teams quickly ran out, putting out fires and checking for the dead and wounded... the Sgt walked over and placed two bolter rounds in the things head, just incase it had any ideas about getting up and having a wander around the ship...

the Commander sat up..

"Don't... Ever... Let... That... Happen... AGAIN!"

for once the Sgt was quiet and solom..

"Report? Whats going on down there?"

"Nothing.. its over Captain, just a slight necron problem.. but its ok now..."

"Ok.. very well Commander..."

(OOC: Evil.. very... *is Impressed*)

the Sgts eyes widen...

"OH SHIT!... MOVE MOVE MOVE!" the Sft screamed while waving the men away from the necron..

the Stormtroopers tried to run, but the necron was quickly reduced to scrap by the explosion of the magnetic grenade... the Sgt, The Commander and anyone near by are thrown from their feet, most of the stormtroopers were killed by the blast, and the capsule had move a couple of feet... small fires were all over the deck...

the Sgt got up, put his cigar back into his mouth.

"Fucking Xenos"

a stormtrooper lay, calling for medic, his legs and arms blown off by the blast...

teams quickly ran out, putting out fires and checking for the dead and wounded... the Sgt walked over and placed two bolter rounds in the things head, just incase it had any ideas about getting up and having a wander around the ship...

the Commander sat up..

"Don't... Ever... Let... That... Happen... AGAIN!"

for once the Sgt was quiet and solom..

"Report? Whats going on down there?"

"Nothing.. its over Captain, just a slight necron problem.. but its ok now..."

"Ok.. very well Commander..."

(OOC: Evil.. very... *is Impressed*)

OOC: You should have seen some of the other stuff I've pulled, check out the newbies "Exploding Volcanoes with H-Bombs thread, my post there is a classic.

IC:

Transmission to the Doomhammer:

I let you leave, but you forgot some equipment, I had one of my men return it to you, I assume you recieved it in a timely manner.

The Harvester continued on towards the planet, the Doomhammer forgotten in the face of the geneseed below.

OOC Jeez I don't feel like getting after anybody right now so fuck it I'll just dive right in. I've been sleeping/working jeez. And Chron you want your normal-sized fleet well fine I'm bringin mine and it has a nemesis of yours from the past. Let's just say I never trusted you and Sith so I never stopped building fleets. In case I ever tried to free myself from the treaty and encountered resistance. Oh and getting to the monastery is difficult just read the Codex to find it's location. I'm not gunna be on alot tommorrow because of the fair and prolly not much today for the same reason.

IC
In Space
The Dratherian vessels continue to lay down constant fire on the Chronosian vessels letting fly Transphasic Torpedoes that would completely bypass their shields. Mercer ran down to the armored cargo hold where a Stargate was opened to fleet command. He began to talk through a transmission, "Hey Admiral Archon launch Plan Aggredior Affligo. And I wanted it launched yesterday." With that Mercer strode into his Shadow Chaser followed by his handpicked soldiers transforming yet again to his natural armor. He got into the cockpit and piloted the ship out of the hanger bay to enter the atmosphere. As he did so he saw the fleet fold at the flanks of the Chronosian fleet. It was fleet of 350 vessels with one hell of a special filling at the center. They were divided evenly and in the next second two hundred reflex cannons opened up on the Chronosian fleet followed by slavos of torpedoes. Then the port flank force parted to reveal a large sinister looking black ship the only one of it's kind and the red center of it began to glow ominously as it was aimed at the lead Chronosian ship. On the outskirts of the flanks ships activated their FTLi which spanned a few lightyears in the surrounding area. The ships released hundreds of Dragon and Vampire class fighters that immediatley flew to the planet engaging the Chronosian fighters and bombers giving them the fight of their lives using precision fighting. They were in turn followed up by sixty Avenger-class Bombers that made bombing runs, using Anti-matter warheads, on the Chronosian infantry. In space Tiger-class fighters begin making attack runs on the enemy vessels not crippled or destroyed.

On Baal
Rafen moved the rescue teams quicker. Ordering everything back and forth. He commed into Lord Dante, "Lord Dante we have evacuated 70% of the personnel. We however are being delayed witing for the Dreadnoughts. I must ask you though Master if the enemy should come to the gates and we are not able to stop them I must have your permission to use the Spear." There was a pause as Dante contemplated what he was about to do then he said, "Yes use the Spear only if they should arrive at the Monastery. May the God-Emperor and Sanguinius protect you Brother-Captain." Rafen replied, "The same to you Brother-Commander." When that was finished Rafen returned to helping a Tech-marine ready the battle emplacements.

Elsewhere on Baal
Landing ships landed near the Monastery full of Tanks and Dratherian soldiers. As they filed out in their Power Armor and as the various walkers and tanks mingled with the infantry they readied themselves for defending the Monastery. Here and there Blood Angels could be seen intermingling and helping the Dratherians. As the Harvester plummeted towards the planet thirty AT-AAs fired large 30 Anti-matter and 20 Transphasic torpedoes at the bottom of the ship. Every Transphasic Torpedo scored a hit on the hull of the ship with the force of an Anti-matter torpedo.

Mercer's Shadow Chaser lands near the Monastery and he joins up with Tusanco saying, "Well looks like we got a good fight on our hands this time huh old friend." Behind him twelve of the men transform into large black werewolves who were followed up by ten Jedi Assassins. One of the werewolves reared up and yelled in latin, "Abnego maleficus sibimet!" Mercer translated for Tusanco, "He said 'Deny the wicked ones life!'"

The actign Captain of the Pestilant Pleasure turned to examine the new ships that were currently in pursuit of the Necron'tyr vessel. Fools; to defy such an ancient and malicious power was madness; and he, Arthakis Dra'Tyre, was not willing to simply pursue death with open heart. The ship shudders, the weapons going off again, sending death to the surface and death to their foes in orbit.

"Onwards, are you Marines? Or are you mortals? Are you the Children of the Gods?!"

"YES!"

"Then fight them! Bring the fight to our enemies; we must reinforce Lord Remiel and Lord Lucian, and we must fight the heretics here.

The Comms networks roared.

"Unidentified vessel in pursuit of the Necron'tyr; Identify yourself."

Recognize the damage dealt please, I've kamikazed my self to destroy your capital ship...

The ship tore towards the Imperium vessels and they opened fire; but it was still not enough, the mighty battle barge plunged, gloriously blazing into a Desolator Class Battlecruiser and exploded, tearing a further dozen ships down with it asd the warp drives exploded in a glorious burst of Chaos energy, a vortex dragging them down, screaming to the warp.

As the Dratherian fire riddled the battlefield and pelted their fleets; drawing yet more servants of the Emperor to their death; Remiel and Lucian looked skyward, the Captain aboard the Pestilant Pleasure glanced at the engaging fleet; and all three broke into laughter.

Remiel's comms whirred. "Sire; the rats have entered the trap."

"Excellent, then feed them poison."

The lead ship shook, shields straining under the onslaught as the entire fleet turned to focus the searing arcs of their weapons upon the Dratherian fleets; warp cannons roaring like howling Daemons; missiles gracing the darkness before exploding forth in bright blasts of scathing cluster fire.

"In the days of Horus, these worlds were sundered, jackal, in the days of the True Emperor, so it shall be sundered again"

"Execute the Penitent Lash and the Gangrenous Fist."

Space rent asunder as the fleets held in reserve by the Chronosians, equalling 1000 ships, tore free about the world. The ravaged plaguefleets of Lucian poured forth like maggots from the festering wounds of space, sending forth waves of weaponsfire, lance volleys and droppods towards the enemy; flanking from the left; while the Fleet of Remiel, the Penitent Lash, surged from the warp; opening fire with all they had.

Iconoclast destroyers sent volleys of cleansing flame towards the enemy; Idolator raiders slid forth like vipers, to sting at the flanks of the Dratherians. Infidel raiders and mighty Chaos Cruisers; along with countless thousands of Swiftdeath fighters and Doomfire bombers; these smaller craft roaring in gleeful agony...

Repulsive Class Grand Cruisers flanked their hated foe, weapons sending forth waves of coruscating warpspawned death; as Daemon Cruisers stalked forth, inhuman in make and method and design...

The great war for Baal had begun; and the true servants of their Primarch's would not allow what they had strove for to fall into the hands of Heretics...

*Carius and his Servitors, now armed with Plasma guns and Heavy Bolters, climbed out of the bording torpedo aboard the enemy capital ship.*

"But Brother Mercer, I intend to do so with maximum efficiently."

*The fifty servitors opened fire down the corridors, while Carius drew his sword and proceeded to put the chaos technical servants down for good.*

(OOC: Can I kill a few common crew members, Chron?)

The servitors in the lower levels perished, their blood flowing along the decks of the ship; as footfalls echoed. "Intruders detected!" Down here, the walls dripped with slime, and things moved in the walls; metal sounded as though it buckled and burst, and Daemons of Slaanesh slid from the walls; some dragging tails behind them, others rising up on legs.

Outside; fighters were notified of the intrusion and proceeded to open fire at the level where the boarding pod was located; wrenching the hull further open; to trap the infidels between the Daemons, the Marines, and of course, the now vaccuum of the void that yawned behind them...

OOC Are you ignoring my FTLi and my assaults on your ground forces.

IC
Aboard the Tormentum
Commander Telis Jartha was left in charge with specific orders. Commander Jartha sent a comm to the fleet, "Begin the operation now!" With that message sent the ship fired it's main gun at the enemy fleet and as the glow illuminated the ship it was apparent what it was, it was a Sirce-class Battlestation. The beam was set for fleet destruction. Then Telis sent a secret message to Theao asking for their special assisstance at the Monastery.

*Carius activated his rebreather and Gyro-Stabalizers.*

"I've been waiting to do this forever!", he said as he fired three plasma bursts at a Marine.

OOC Are you ignoring my FTLi

IC
Onboard the Tormentum

Commander Telis Jartha was left in charge with specific orders. Commander Jartha sent a comm to the fleet, "Begin the operation now!" With that message sent the ship fired it's main gun at the lead ship and as the glow illuminated the ship it was apparent what it was, it was a Sirce-class Battlestation. Then Telis sent a secret message to Theao asking for their special assisstance at the Monastery.

"Commander, I and my Battle Barge crew have borded the enemy capital ship, any assistance will b e greatly appreciated."

OOC Are you ignoring my FTLi

IC
Aboard the Tormentum
Commander Telis Jartha was left in charge with specific orders. Commander Jartha sent a comm to the fleet, "Begin the operation now!" With that message sent the ship fired it's main gun at the enemy fleet and as the glow illuminated the ship it was apparent what it was, it was a Sirce-class Battlestation. The beam was set for fleet destruction. Then Telis sent a secret message to Theao asking for their special assisstance at the Monastery.

OOC: No, I'm bringing in my fleet which you said I could have :) ; consider them a few lightyears out and closing; our weapons do have long range after all. Anyways; let us begin.

IC:

The Imperial ships couldn't care what this new threat was, as fire raked their shields; several ships bursting into debris and decay, while others soldiered on; repairs being undertaken by over-worked tech priests, as weapons fired on and on at the enemy; most fire foccused on this new threat; this Battlestation. The depleted original ships that had accompanied the Primarch's let fly with all their weapons; focussed upon the Circe; while other craft hurled missles and mines in the general area. Fighters dove between the Chronosian and Dratherian ships; spraying the enemy with their weapons fire, dodging through the void at breakneck speeds, all the while lettign their insane, taunting howls echo through the enemies communications.

"Onwards! Onwards!"

Onboard the flagship; the enemy attacked; gouts of warp energy hurtling at their prey, even as plasma cut down a marine. The corridor was soon full of the roar of bolters and plasma weapons; the decadent cries of insane cultists, the bark of Daemons and the cruel diatribe of these, the fallen...

The Necrons continued their drive for the planet, the second Harvester uninhibited by the attacks of the Thunderhawks that were going after the first Harvester to arrive.

*Varius projectile's spanged off the Primarch's Artificer armor and one even wounded him, but he would not fall. He roared a cry that shook the frame of the ship and unsheathed The Celestial Sword, He sliced at a bulkhead for good measure, cutting it like a butcher knife through butter, and charged at the nearest demon. The servitors did not fare as well, at least 20 had fallen, many more were in the processm and bolter shells and Plasma bolts whirred into the enemy line.*

The Daemon screamed in agony as it was sliced in half; warp energy dance across its segments before it burst into a putrid pool of warp-tainted liquid, things writhing at it's surface. Marines surged forwards, chainswords and Chainaxes raised, while behind them the line was kept by Marines who sent great swathes of plasma and bolter fire against this foe. One shouldered a rocket launcher, opening fire against their new foe.

"FOR THE PRIMARCHS AND THE EMPEROR!"

OOC Mini Miehm acknowledge my attacks. And dude I know how fast the original ships are and it would have taken them a couple of weeks just to travel a system. Also it's a few lightyears it'll take awhile for them to get there. Even if they were as fast as my ships which are pretty fast. It has the same range as the one US used against me. However I didn't tell you you could have that fleet I thought you said you were going to bring it in. And I have quite a few extra ships I could bring in.

IC
Three Macross Cannons and Two Macross Assault carriers were destroyed in the onslaught. However the Warp Cannons did hardly any damage to the ships. The fleet fired once again releasing the power of two hundred Reflex Cannons. The ships continued to launch salvos of torpedoes at the Chronosian fleet. The fighters met the enemy fighters dead-on giving them more than they could handle. The Sirce-class Battlestation took some damage but not enough to do any damage to it's main gun. It's shields now had a second layer. The vessel locked onto the fleet again and it powered to fire again.

Onboard the Tormentum Commander Jartha sent a message to Falx, "We are beaming over some new........friends. Specialized assassins are beaming to your area use them at your discretion." With that twenty highly trained Feran Blood Angels appeared right behind Carius. They aimed their bolters ahead and began firing. They had Crimson Dratherian Power Armor on and had metal skeletal structures. They charged forward Power Swords raised.

*Carius nimbly dodged the rocket, but lurched into the path of bolter fire, shells furiosly deflected off his armor as one punched through it near his second heart. A servitor's head exploded as it covered the Primarch in time to direct the last ten servitor's fire at the marines before he made another charge, two shells disentergrated by his Iron Halo's force field.*

The first Harvester went to ground miles away from the battlefield, again the monoliths and their escorts went out, but this time they wre followed by the warriors and immortals, and the Tomb Lord, who brought up the rear, surrounded by the Tomb Spiders of his retinue.

Fighter pilots screamed in obscene pleasure as they were torn apart; taking the opportunity to slam their flaming fighters towards any enemy target and simply detonate. The larger Chronosian ships, however, continued their assault; thousands of weapons firing at the Dratherian's in perfect tandem. As the two reinforcement fleets slammed forth into the midst of battle, travelling quickly towards their goal (Though some faster than others) they let their weapons rend forth against the hated enemy; bombers hurled gravitational bombs into the enemy lines, focussing on and around the Circe; black holes tearing space itself, swallowing the fighters as they finished their suicide runs.

Every Chronosian weapon was not focussed upon Circe, even as left and right ships were mauled by the enemies fire. They knew they were doing just as much damage to the enemy as the enemy was to them; the difference, quality and quantity.

The mocking laughter and moans of the Fighters echoed through space, etched into the minds of all who heard the perverse servants of the Dark prince.

On the flagship Marines were falling left and right; those who remained continuing to fight; pilling everything they have into this assault. Of course, this is just a standard response team; the ship contains thousands more marines; the fleet holds millions; but now, they fight for dear life; even as pods stream from the ships, to plummet to Baal, or to scream into the Dratherian fleet; loaded either with Chronosian boarding teams, or with bombs; and not just explosives. Everything from gravitational devices, to seismic charges, to great and terrible biological and chemical weapons now streak towards the enemy fleets.

All for the glory of Chaos.

OOC Ok Mini you're pissin me off. I know how powerful Necrons are and they would have taken damage from the onslaughts I delivered so.

IC
Three Avengers flew over the Harvester and dropped three M.I.D.A.S. Bombs which under most circumstances would have made a crystalized crater in a three mile radius.

OOC Alright Chron do you not grasp how far a lightyear is. This field has a three lightyear radius. So I'm gunna ignore your reinforcement fleet my ships are slightly faster than yours as was demonstrated in our war and they can't cover that distance that quickly on sublight.

IC
The Dratherian vessels took heavy damage and their forces were diminished slightly only losing about twenty-five ships. The biological weapons had no effect on the Dratherians inside their ships. Their Power Armor alone saved them from most biological weapons but add in their immune system and not many bilogical weapons could hurt them. The mighty station fired again on the fleet using 100% power. And the fleets fired round of Transphasic Torpedoes at the enemy scoring hits all over the 'mighty' Chronosian ships.

OOC: Well, maybe a few hours passed. You said I could have my reinforcements, I'm bringing them in, their cruising in at full conventional thrust, and since you know nothing of my vessels you cannot make assumptions. In short Dratheria, my fleet is making steady progress and is firing with long range weapons. Now, accept that. I said they were advancing, I didn't say they were right in your face; or would you rather I be at a snails crawl to give you a chance of winning?
Any further concerns, address me in your OOC thread or in TG. Got it?
And don't lecture me on grasping things; your hardly a saint when it comes to plausibility as it is.
Also, don't post hits against my ships; its my place to determine hits and losses, not yours.
Also, gravitational weapons pack quite a punch, and I used a lot of them. I know how powerful you say your ships are but they would have taken damage from the onslaughts I delivered so. :)

IC:

The Chronosian ships were not as weak as the Dratherian's assumed; the Circe was quickly becoming little more than another annoyance, tearing through ships here and there with the firepower of their fleet. But the reinforcements were inbound; their long range weapons surging forth against the Dratherian heretics. Soon, they would be sandwiched between the fleets and crushed utterly; their ships great tombstones in the orbital graveyard above Baal. The ships around Baal continued to fight.

"The Gods are with us! Hold the line! Hold the line!" Another volley of torpedoes shot through the void towards their targets. "Cleanse! Purge! Kill!"

The ships continued their relentless assault firing more and more torpedoes at the enemy. They raged on using plasma cannons and mass drivers alike.The ships took some more damage and many had lost the use of their main weapons. The Interdictors dropped their FTLi and the entire fleet folded space to six lightyears away. However before they left they dropped sixty Aceton Assimilators. The field surrounded the area around the planet and every ship in the surrounding area began to lose power to their ships. Commander Jartha yelled a command before the field hit them, "Activate the inhibition field." With that the nearby ships were somewhat unaffected by the field allowing them the essentials. They may not have had weapons systems anymore but everything else worked.

Fighters; weaponless but capable, plunged through space, ramming the inhibitors. A Chronosian transport slid forth from amongst the fleet; heading out towards the devices.

"These are what we believe is causing the power drains sir" The Captain recieved the message; sighing softly.

"How do we deal with rubbish men, we scoop it up"

The fighters hovered, examining the inhibitors as they pushed at them, forcing them into the sizeable hangers and cargo bays of the transport. Inside, teams of men worked to secure the devices, before the ship slid gracefully into the warp; and self destructed, deep within the bowels of the Immaterium.

"Your tricks are admirable" The Captain chuckled over communications, watching as the rest of the Chronosian fleet tore from the warp, joining their battle brothers about Baal as the Dratherian FTLi field was lowered.
"But they shall get you no where."

Now, the weapons of the Imperium seared the Monastary, sending a bombardment screaming earthwards before the ships turned their attentions back to Baal; fresh reinforcements pouring from drop pods and drop ships to the beleagured world below; this time not to assault the basecamp, but the Monastary itself. Though it rest high on a mountain, they would come in from above and below; and shatter the hopes of the Imperial's claiming the geneseed. Even a sample would satisfy their dark master...

Adeptus Mechanicus strode the battlefield in the camp, taking samples from the Dark Wolves, before returning to their ships with the precious cargo via teleport. At least this trip had, thus far, shown some promise.

Fighter pilots screamed in obscene pleasure as they were torn apart; taking the opportunity to slam their flaming fighters towards any enemy target and simply detonate. The larger Chronosian ships, however, continued their assault; thousands of weapons firing at the Dratherian's in perfect tandem. As the two reinforcement fleets slammed forth into the midst of battle, travelling quickly towards their goal (Though some faster than others) they let their weapons rend forth against the hated enemy; bombers hurled gravitational bombs into the enemy lines, focussing on and around the Circe; black holes tearing space itself, swallowing the fighters as they finished their suicide runs.

Every Chronosian weapon was not focussed upon Circe, even as left and right ships were mauled by the enemies fire. They knew they were doing just as much damage to the enemy as the enemy was to them; the difference, quality and quantity.

The mocking laughter and moans of the Fighters echoed through space, etched into the minds of all who heard the perverse servants of the Dark prince.

On the flagship Marines were falling left and right; those who remained continuing to fight; pilling everything they have into this assault. Of course, this is just a standard response team; the ship contains thousands more marines; the fleet holds millions; but now, they fight for dear life; even as pods stream from the ships, to plummet to Baal, or to scream into the Dratherian fleet; loaded either with Chronosian boarding teams, or with bombs; and not just explosives. Everything from gravitational devices, to seismic charges, to great and terrible biological and chemical weapons now streak towards the enemy fleets.

All for the glory of Chaos.

*Carius, blood leaking from several holes and gashes, but still functional, parried a knife wound and swung at his few remaining foes, the last servitor fired at a marine point-blank, but the marine fired simotaniously, killing the last of the Servitors.*

*A group of Chronosian fighters, returnig to the capital ship for re-fueling begins to pick up radar ghostings, but eventually the signals become stronger and stronger until an entire fleet uncloaks around them.*

"Open fire on the fighters."

Bumpage!

OOC: Chron have you forgot about Sternhammer and Naaman? i doubt they would allow remiel to look up and laugh without attacking. and how is it that this necron ship takes no damage?

IC:
"I wish we wouldnt have needed those. . . " Tusanco starts, looking up at the sky as the ex-dratherian fleet folds into the system unleashing all they have on the Chronosian renforcements. "Damn Dratherian ships, they are pieces of crap, even with the enhancements we added."

****Elsewhere on Baal****
Recovering from the manreaper Naaman Lunges foward picking up a chainsword in his offhand in an atempt to sever his enemies' legs from his torso. Sternhammer, recovering from the hit to his shoulder he growls and shoots 3 rounds from both of his bolters at Remiel one at his sternum one at his gut.

Thunderhawks fall out of the sky around the Harvester. Those that where above atempt to crash on the necon ship, others look for large chaos masses below. the surviving ships shoot everything from the side mounted autocannons and hailfire missiles to hand thrown melta bombs.

OOC: Hey if you are going to Quote someone than cut it down to the part that you are refering to so you dont waste so much F***ing space!

OOC Dude seriously my ships are pretty damn good. But the ones you have are crappier than my newer stronger versions with better armor, shielding, and weapons.

IC
The Feran Blood Angels ran forward and used the healing device to heal Falx and asked him where he needed them next.

Mercer looked at Tusanco and said, "Hey those are pretty good ships. Of course compared to our newest ships they are pieces of crap. The new ones are improved as to be equals to many of your own ships. Although I hand it to you that those Battle Barges are damn impressive especially your own flagship. However we must wrap this up quickly. But it's taking forever to move the Gene-seed as well as awaken the rest of the Dreadnoughts." Mercer put on the helmet to his Black and White Power Armor and used the scanners from his armor to check the surrounding area for incoming troops. His scanners indicated night was coming about and would be here shortly.

A large cargo vessel groaned as it landed outside the Monastery and opened up it's hatch to reveal a Stargate. The very same Stargate that had been on the Tormentum. However this Stargate was known as a Military Stargate and was expanded to fit even a Warhound Titan through it. It was quickly unloaded and set up in a fortified position to the North. The Stargate opened and forty figures stepped through clad in robes followed up by a specialized squad of warriors the wormhole quickly closed behind them. The first forty stalked forward and arrived alongside John silently noticed by few. These men and women were some of the most deadly on Dratheria. The squad came up behind him and the lead soldier said, "Sir I am Captain Aras leader of the 2nd Atoniek Squadron. We are here as you requested. However I imagine the Blood Angels will put us out of business." This was the Atoniek Squadron an elite and rare unit. There were only five squadrons on all of Dratheria because in order to use the Atoniek Armbands (http://www.gateworld.net/omnipedia/technology/a/graphics/atoniekarmbands.jpg) one must have an extremely rare X gene and also due to the fact that they are incredibly hard to create. The Atoniek Armbands give the users superhuman abilities most notably super-speed and strength. They are a quick strike unit however the Armbands once put on are only powered for two hours and after they were used up the user would need another hour before re-applying an Armband otherwise they won't work. Mercer replied saying, "Don't worry we still have many uses for you guys." He gave them specialized oreders and the squad rushed off in a hurry. As the forty cloaked and hooded warriors stood behind him anybody who looked at them even in their robes would feel dread and terror and would in turn see a dark malevolent aura.

The Emperor sits on his thorne on a secret planet and focuses out towards his children towards the Blood Angels and the Dark Wolves. Although many thought the Dark Wolves were heretics for their manipulation of the Gene-seeds he himself thought it was an interesting idea much the same had been done for the subsequent foundings although not to that drastic degree. Of course thinking back to it they had no other choice to do so lest they not survive separatley. He felt his young ones as well as the heretics and watched the battle closely. Now would be the test of the Dark Wolves and the Dratherians to fight at his side. Should they prove to be valorious and strong he would accept them as part of the Imperium should they fail then they will be given another challenge to prove themselves when he feels they are ready. Although he hated many Xenos he hated only ones who would threaten mankind. These Dratherians however claimed to be protectors of mankind in due time it would be seen if they spoke the truth. He opened his eyes to watch his throne room seeing his Adeptus Custodes guardians the palace he was in rivaled his old palace on Terra it was beautiful. He decided he was bored looking around and turned his full attention back to the battle for Baal.

Doomhammer



"The Harvester has disengaged, Ensign bring us back into orbit, and continue the bombardment"

"Understood Captain"

the massive battlecruiser, slowly began to power its way back into the gravity well of the planet... within half an hour, the ship was in position hanging there like some vulture waiting to strike some dead carcass below...

"You may fire when ready"

the ensign made sure that the the lance batteries were opertational, and gave the order to fire, soon enough the ship began to shake gently to the continous volly of fire to the things below,

"Commander?"

"Yes Captain?"

"You may begin planet fall when you are ready"

"Thankyou Captain"

OOC Ok Mini you're pissin me off. I know how powerful Necrons are and they would have taken damage from the onslaughts I delivered so.

IC
Three Avengers flew over the Harvester and dropped three M.I.D.A.S. Bombs which under most circumstances would have made a crystalized crater in a three mile radius.

OOC: What onslaught, I thought you were assaulting Chron?

IC:

The bombs shattered the powerful harvester, leaving it a tattered wreck on the ground, but the units still inside survived, a monolith and 2 escorts were all that was l;ost to the blast, and one escort returned minutes later, it had caught only the fringe of the blast and was able to come back, the Harvester would take a good deal of time to repair itself, until then its guns were at least partially operational, and three of them chased the Avengers with angry bolts of Gauss power.

Doomhammer



"The Harvester has disengaged, Ensign bring us back into orbit, and continue the bombardment"

"Understood Captain"

the massive battlecruiser, slowly began to power its way back into the gravity well of the planet... within half an hour, the ship was in position hanging there like some vulture waiting to strike some dead carcass below...

"You may fire when ready"

the ensign made sure that the the lance batteries were opertational, and gave the order to fire, soon enough the ship began to shake gently to the continous volly of fire to the things below,

"Commander?"

"Yes Captain?"

"You may begin planet fall when you are ready"

"Thankyou Captain"

As the doomhammer fired again, the first harvester turned from the planet, again bringing its batteries to bear on the offending ship, powering up to break free from the gravity well and build up to a ram attack, these fools just didn't learn.

"Commander... the Necron Harvester has turned, its engines have powered up, I suspect they are going to ram us.."

the commander sat and thought

"Ensign move the ship away, but continue the bombard the planet, bring Aft sheilds up... deploy proximity mines, and inform rear gunners to target the Harversters weapons... Move this ship between the rest of the ships in orbit, "

"Understood Commander"

the ship began to move away from the necron harverster, its rear shields powering up and rear gunners firing lance batteries at the necrons weapons

the ship was rocked by an explosion from a guass cannon, seconds before the sheild was fully activated, it continued to move and continued to bombard the planet below, then as the ship picked up speed, it deployed hundereds of proximity mines, that became active when the ship was out of proximity range, the ship began heading for the other ships in the fleet...

"Commander... the Necron Harvester has turned, its engines have powered up, I suspect they are going to ram us.."

the commander sat and thought

"Ensign move the ship away, but continue the bombard the planet, bring Aft sheilds up... deploy proximity mines, and inform rear gunners to target the Harversters weapons... Move this ship between the rest of the ships in orbit, "

"Understood Commander"

the ship began to move away from the necron harverster, its rear shields powering up and rear gunners firing lance batteries at the necrons weapons

the ship was rocked by an explosion from a guass cannon, seconds before the sheild was fully activated, it continued to move and continued to bombard the planet below, then as the ship picked up speed, it deployed hundereds of proximity mines, that became active when the ship was out of proximity range, the ship began heading for the other ships in the fleet...

The gauss cannon swept through the minefield, clearing a path for the harvester to follow, and continued to pound the fleeing Doomhammers shields, they would not be allowed to escape, they were fools to think they could defeat the necrons, especially with their puny weapons.

*In answer to the necron's thoughts, an enormous beam contacted the hall and was followed by a hellstorm of fire from all sides, micro-nuclear charge missles, plasma bolts, laser cannons, 10-ton projectile cannons...*

"Maintain your fire on the harvester, Admiral Auriga, out."

"Sir shields at 90%"

"keep us moving, Stop the bombardment, tell the gun decks, all weapons that can, fire at the Harvester, send a transmission to all Imperium ships"

"As you wish sir"

the bombardment stopped, all guns that could be brought to bear against the harvester were, anti fighter guns, gun batteries of all shapes and sizes, continued to fire at the harversters weapons, if they could at least disable the weapons, they could bring the devesating torpedo salvo to bear, without fear of them being destroyed.

To All Imperium Ships, We request Immeadiate assistance against the Persuing Necron Harvester, This is the Doomhammer of the 101st Hell-borne divison, we seek immeadiate assisstance

*In answer to the necron's thoughts, an enormous beam contacted the hall and was followed by a hellstorm of fire from all sides, micro-nuclear charge missles, plasma bolts, laser cannons, 10-ton projectile cannons...*

"Maintain your fire on the harvester, Admiral Auriga, out."

The harvester was wracked by cataclysmic damage, it was venting atmosphere like a shot man loses blood, but Necrons don't need atmosphere, they kept on moving, their guns wer failing left and right, only to be repaired and destroyed again, but they lashed out with every weapon available, targeting the bombardment weapons, they had no issue with the others, but the others had issue with them, so they changed course, keeping their weapons trained on the Doomhammer and charging one of the smaller ships of the IoM groups, the harvester would shatter them one by one if necessary.

*Every weapon in the fleet was trained on that ship, a fighter wing passing was disentergrated by a Necron gun as a 10ton flew toward it. It was impossible to see through this curtain of fire, the Harvester could not move, being surrounded by fire from everyside.*

"Captain, its stopped chasing us, but weapons are still trained..."

"Good, bring us to a full stop, bring broadsides to bear"

"Understood captain"

the ship turned, the slowed to a stop, all along the side of the battleship, large blast doors opened, revealing massive static cannons, designed to cripple a ship in a salvo of massive shells.

the doomhammer was rocked again, by a guass cannon impact

"Order guns decks to open fire"

"As you wish"

the doomhammers broad sides opened, fire... massive shells sped towards the harvester, it fired again, and again and again, a repetative salvo of shells..

althroughout the ship, the pounding of broadsides shook the ship... charts, and cups fell from tables, and crew members held on to the consoles...


"Maintain the firing"

"Understood Captain"

*Every weapon in the fleet was trained on that ship, a fighter wing passing was disentergrated by a Necron gun as a 10ton flew toward it. It was impossible to see through this curtain of fire, the Harvester could not move, being surrounded by fire from everyside.*

OOC: Ahem, Necrons aren't stopped by minor inconveniences like crippling damage, they'll drive through the fire to get you.

IC:

The fire from the Imperium ships wracked the Harvester, shaking it like a rat terrier shakes a rodent, but they kept on, their blades ttrained on the nearest ship, while their guns pounded out an unending pulse of destruction towards the Doomhammer.

Come on, Mini!

Your not invincible, why not just evacuate...

*A crusier was smashed into by two huge blades, the crew filing out onto Baal, and (In secret: the last Techpriest setting it to scuttle, it's warp engines ready to engulf the enemy...), Ships began to back away from the harmed ship as a last pod rocketed away...*

Going to work.

OOC: ok, I'm bringing in reinforcements, 2 tomb-ships, a couple hundred jackals and dirges, and another 4 Harvesters, hope nobody minds, I'm kinda outnumbered here, this will simply even the odds, you'll still have a chance at winning.

IC:

The call had gone out, reinforcements were here, the Tomb Ships translated far out from the battle, outside the FTLi, the Jackals and Dirges with them swarmed towards the fray, swift as the beasts they were named after, the Tomb Ships and their Harvester escorts were slower, but still swift, moving at full power to reach the battle and destroy the fools who opposed them.

*As the crusier exploded, still attached to the enemy harvester, fire began to scatter as to meet the new fleet.*

Going to work in 5....

Come on, Mini!

Your not invincible, why not just evacuate...

*A crusier was smashed into by two huge blades, the crew filing out onto Baal, and (In secret: the last Techpriest setting it to scuttle, it's warp engines ready to engulf the enemy...), Ships began to back away from the harmed ship as a last pod rocketed away...*

Going to work.

OOC: that's why I'm not evacuating, I bring friends.

IC:

The Harvester immediatley reversed engines, leaving the shattered hulk it had rammed and seeking another target, its guns still pounded away at the defiant Doomhammer, and it weas beaten repeatedly by shell impacts, armor splintering and shivering beneath the power of the blows.

The Avengers flew high and dodged the Gauss shots the took another run at the monoliths this time letting loose ten Quantum Torpedoes each into the two following Monoliths. They were soon joined by six Dragon Fighters which released another ten Quantum Torpedoes each into the other Monoliths.

The Tomb Ships were closing with the massed fleets, their main guns were charged to fire, each shot would destroy almost any target it hit, and their banks of Gauss batteries would serve just as well, the Harvester followed, their Gauss fire acting as a defense for their larger consorts, while the Dirges and Jackals swarmed in and out of the enemy formations, they were swift as their namesakes, and just as deadly, fring their lighter, but still powerful, Gauss weapons at the opposing light ships.

The Avengers flew high and dodged the Gauss shots the took another run at the monoliths this time letting loose ten Quantum Torpedoes each into the two following Monoliths. They were soon joined by six Dragon Fighters which released another ten Quantum Torpedoes each into the other Monoliths.

The gfire of the escorting Destroyers was turned against the incoming torpedoes, interdicting a few, but not all, 4 sets were shot down from the first batch, and 3 sets more in the second, then they impacted, destroying one monolith outright, while another was badly damaged, its guns still followed the swift moving fighters though, it would not be denied.

The Doomhammer was rocked by another explosion from gauss fire, crewmembers were sucked out into the hard vacume of space, atmosphere was vented, as though a water pipes had sprung a leak.

"Captain, hull breach floor 140"

"Close blast doors, send in maintainance crews"

"Understood"

the broadsides continued to fire at the harvester, hoping to annihilate it,

"Commander, I'm picking up energy readings, unidentified ships"

"What?"

"Tell me when you know better ensign"

"Understood"

The Tomb Ships had a target now, there was one ship venting atmosphere like water, and when the first Tomb Ship reached maximum range, it fired, its mighty main gun lancing across space towards the embattled hulk that was the Doomhammer.

Commander Jartha ordered the Main Gunlaser to lance out at the enemy Tomb Ships. The ship did as he ordered and fired the massive beam that would surely destroy the ship or at the very least severely cripple it. Twenty Reflex Cannons followed the ships assault tearing at the Necron ships. After the Main Weapons were fired they were followed up with salvos of torpedoes.

The Tomb Ships had a target now, there was one ship venting atmosphere like water, and when the first Tomb Ship reached maximum range, it fired, its mighty main gun lancing across space towards the embattled hulk that was the Doomhammer.


The sheilds were annihilated, but absorbed a lot of the energy, the power of the weapon impacting into the side of the doomhamer, a large massive hole appeared in its side, almost tearing it into two.. the ship shook violently and began to list to one side.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"

"Fire from a Necron Tomb ship"

"damage report"

"Decks, through 130 to 200 have been crippled, were vent atmosphere everywhere, most of the port gun decks have been destroyed, it was a critical hit sir"

"Shit, get us out of here now, Make a warp jump, anywhere, i dont care, just out of here.."

"Ok Captain, preparing for Warp Jump"

The Ship was rocked again by an internal explosion, fires raged out of control

the warp engines still functioning, opened a warp gate, the Doomhammer Limped through.... before it made the jump the captain made this communication to Imperium ships

This is the Captain of the doomhammer, we have been forced to withdraw to make repairs after sustaining a critical hit from a necron tomb ship, we were left to take on a harvester alone and if had been given proper support, we could have destroyed it and prevented reinforcments arriving, once repairs are completed we shall return... Doomhammer out

With that, the doomhammer was gone...

The Tomb Ships had dealt their first blow, now they sought a new target, the information fed to them by the battered and nearly dead Harvester was enough to acqwuire another target, but then both main guns would have to recharge, and they would have to close into the enemies range to fight them, it mattered not, they fired, a second lance of Gauss power lanced out, this time targeting a battle barge, then they accelerated, moving to close with these pitiful foes who dared to impede their progress.

The ships continued to lance out fire at the enemy Tomb Ships. Hundreds of torpedoes were poured into the Necron Ships.

The ships continued to lance out fire at the enemy Tomb Ships. Hundreds of torpedoes were poured into the Necron Ships.

OOC: Dratheria, check the OOC thread, until you answer my question I'm ignoring your fire.

The beam lanced out, hitting the Tomb Ship with a glancing blow, cleaving deep nto its aror and finding unprotected struts beneath, shattering structural members and wrecking the internal controls of the portside weapons batteries, but they kept on coming, their weapons were charging and their gauss batteries were simply waiting to get in range before unleashing their hellstorm on the enemy.

A couple Calexus Assassins stepped through the gate, their warp-void making those in the nearby by area highly uncomfortable. The Vindicare arrived shortly later, their rifles slung over their backs.

Meanwhile the Eversor droppod began waking and processing the Eversor temple member.

Drop pods seared through the atmosphere of Baal, hurtling towards the peak of the Monastary. The Marines that tore forth roared in brutal bloodlust; plague wreathed bodies, great and decadant lords of Chaos; both came forth. Terminators roared in ancient anger; Dreadnoughts screamed in preserved rage. The Impeirum had come to claim what belonged to it.

Remiel and Lucian found themselves snatched from the battle, reappearing in the Transport room of the Pestilant, before fading from existence again, reappearing amongst their troops at the Monastary.

"This entire world belongsto Chaos!" Remiel bellowed as he and Lucian hurled themselves into the fray; as the Chronosian fleet commence the complete and utter destruction of the Camp, by way of orbital Exterminatus...

The Harvester in the inner-system disengaged, it dove for the planet again, the bombardment was over and the Tomb Ships would arrive at the fight soon, it could deploy its troops in relative safety.

OOC: Chron have you forgot about Sternhammer and Naaman? i doubt they would allow remiel to look up and laugh without attacking. and how is it that this necron ship takes no damage?
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They faded from sight, teleported from the battle; as marines surged to take their place; two charged Sternhammer, bolters blazing, while three more lunged towards Naaman, chainswords screaming. "In the name of the Dark Gods, we cleanse!" They bellowed, as their assault continued unabaited; fighters slammed into the camp; tearing great furrows into the ground...

The doomhammer appeared a few thousand light years away, well out reach of any necrons or any other aggressors

"Signal all maintainance crews, get them down to the levels, get all access to those floors sealed"

"Understood Captain"

"101st Casualty report?"

"150 men and a lot of equipment..."

"my apologies for that, the tomb ship came out of no where, There was nothing I could have done"

"its fine Captain, ive sent a few of my Engineers down to the levels to assist with the repairs"

"Thank you Commander"

soon the repairs were under way, but it would take a lot of work to get the ship operational again...

Several walkers and some troops were killed by the bombardment. As the drop pods began to land sixty AT-AAs were firing their anti-air weaponry targeting droppods with power capable of annihalating them. While that happened another fifty SPHA-Ts fired their Heavy Turbolasers raking the sky with fire. The Dratherian troops filed forward firing Bolter/Harconan rounds at the incoming troops. As AT-ATs and AT-TEs used their mighty weapons to target the troops. The Stargate opened up and 100's of troops began to file out followed by Turbo Tanks (http://www.starwars.com/databank/vehicle/turbotank/img/movie_bg.jpg) which wheeled over enemy lines crushing terrain as they powered forward opening fire on the enemy lines spewing death and powering through the lines releasing troops that dived into the fray attacking the Chaos Marines with bloodlust. The land was alight with gun and laserfire...................then twilight came. The forty warriors threw off their robes to reveal black Phantom Armor. They suddenly surged forward with superhuman speed biting and ripping at the throats of the heretics they were followed up by sixty black werewolves.

Countless pods true, but hundreds more rained from the skies; the troops pouring out. "Beings that drink the blood of others are just as pathetic as your Blood Angels Dratheria!" Remiel and Lucian continued to fight their enemy; the marines fighting forth with bloody fury; Terminators bellowing and Obliterators raking the land with fire from their unnatural forms.

Many fell, many had their blood drained by Dratheri'as parasites; but as explosives and more troops rained down upon the hated enemy, they were invigorated by moral. Who cared of inhuman freaks like the Dratherian's and their get. Men charged towards the stargate, intent on taking their weapons across the stars; some surged through, only to detonate themselves on the other side.

There was no end to the Chronosian onslaught; and as missle and eventually artillery fire from below, where pods had slammed into the mountain or stuck at the base, roared up, it became clear that the Chronosians would not so easily be disheartened.

Atmosphere was being vented from a gap in a bulk head, the Drill Sgt was stood cigar in mouth watching the repairs going ahead

a group of engineers raced up to the gap and slammed a metal plate against it

"Come On Maggots!.. We Need this air to breath! Do you want to Die?"

"No Sgt!"

"THEN MOVE MOVE MOVE!" he bellowed

they began welding the metal plate to the bulk head, quickly but carfully laying the weld so no air could possibly seep out,

in another section, workers were bracing bulk heads, more welding was going on, hammering, people lifting support struts into place.

"Come Come!.. Move it! I don't want to Die on a Stinking Space ship!... I want to die in the arms of some Beautiful Lady!... Not out here in the middle of no where!... Move it Move it Move it!"

the Sgt kept walking up and down, ensuring that everything went well, and with his motivational speeches, everything did..

Twelve Thunderhawks took off taking with them 70% of the Gene-seed and most of the Blood Angels. The Thunderhawks arrived moments later to the Battle Barges. The soldiers still continued to battle on firing lascannon, plasma, and Turbolasers at the enemy from weapons emplacements and war machines. The soldiers continued to surge forward and fight.

At the Monastery Rafen slowly delved into the Red Thirst then further into Black Rage. He alone was the only thing standing between the Chaos Marines and the Monastery. He held up the Archeotype weapon and beckoned them to come at him.

The Imperial's fought, tooth and nail; missle fire roaring from those marines who bore them; plasma and bolter fire riddling the area as the Chronosian waves swept forth, screaming in dark worship to their insane and howling Gods. Remiel drove forward with bolter and Daemonsword, a living engine of Destruction; beside Lucian, a great behemoth of pestilant fury and warp-spawned plague. He was the reaper, he was the great death, come from the void to bring disease to those below him; his inferiors....These beings.

Even as countless of their number fell, torn asunder by the enemy and its devices did the true servants fight onwards...These true servants of the Daemon Emperor.

The legions of the Emperor would not falter, not having come so far, fought so long, to be thwarted right before their final goal. The Camp was bombarded, every weapon of the fleet for one moment focussed upon it, before the terrible orbital fire focussed itself upon the frontlines of the Dratherians; and the Chronosian fleet let slip the dogs of war, let free their great power...Each and every orbital bombardment cannon available let fly...And the prayers to the Dark Gods echoed with them.

Rafen raised the weapon and the tip ignited with a golden energy and the light swept through the small area around him. This golden light would incinerate any being without a marker of Sanguinius.

The Dratherian lines suffered heavy losses several more walkers were taken out and hundreds of troops killed. But more filed out of the Stargate. And as the Chronsians threw themselves at the gate portal they would be incinerated.The Dratherians still fought through the enemy lines. But Remiel and Lucian began to cut through the lines and were soon able to proceed up to the monastery. However it was noticed that the peak was starting to crumble and another bombardment would bury them all.

"Ensign send communication to the rest of the 101st fleet, we need back up"

"Understood Captain"

This is the Captain of the 101st hell-borne Division Battleship, the Doomhammer, I am requesting you send reinforcments, we have been crippled and are currently under going repairs and sectors 3411, Doomhammer Out



This is 101st battlegroup, we are sending the following reinforcments:

The Hellstrike, Retribution Class Battleship Battleship

The Tormentor, Retribution Class Battleship

The Hammerheart, Mars class Battleship

The Soulfire, Luna Class Battleship

The Stormwarrior, Carrier

The Imperator, Carrier

They will arrive at your location in 1 day, Admiral Merrick Out

"This is Remiel; cease all bombardment; another volley could bring the whole thing down on us; focus on sending down more pods; bring the enemy death!"

"Aye Lord; Regicide moves; Rook takes Pawn; thorn without"

"Understood" Remiel smirked; how ingenius these code languages were. He and Lucian advanced stepping into the monastary, a squad of Marines following close behind them, as all about them outside, the battlefield tore itself apart in blood fury.

"We come in the name of the Emperor, to cleanse this place of its ancient heresy" Remiel bellowed, grasping the Daemon blade. "Flesh eaters! Blood drinkers! This earth shall feast upon you as you feast upon men! I shall give the sons of Sanguinus a reason to fear us!"

*Carius lurched his sword out of the last marine, and stared down the hallway, his face covered with blood, his armor riddled with holes and gashes.

He then launched every escape pod in the ship.

"TCS Naval Units, switch fire to Chronosian Capital Ship!"

"Yes, Primarch."

He then smashes a sliding door inwards and raised his pistol. Nobody on this ship would be allowed to survive...*

Rafen smirked and said, "Well who might these two new players be. Your false Emperor does not give you the same power as mine gives me! I'll kill you heretics!" With that Rafen pointed the weapon at Remiel and Lucian and it fired lances of golden energy at them bringing painful death with it.

The battle fields still raged as the Dratherian forces continued to power through constantly being refreshed through the Stargate.

The Feran Bloods Angels followed up behind Falx asking him where they were needed.

The Chronosian's had other ships; and simply initiated detonation; their capital ship exploded in a roar of warp vortex and plasma overload; leaving nothing left of the mighty behemoth; none could have survived its apocalyptic destruction. It mattered little; the rest of the Chronosian fleet opened fire on the enemy. What mattered now, were the Mechanicus vessels which left from countless ships, tearing into the warp; these samples of the Dark Angels...

Remiel roared, Lucian bellowed and the two charged as their marines opened fire; Remiel and Lucian's demon weapons parried holy fire; those caught in its wake were incinerate; marines flailing from the power of the weapon as Remiel and Lucian advanced, fighting; swing both great weapons at once towards Rafen

OOC: It wouldn't happen instantly...

My post will take place immdiately prior to this.

*Carius shoved the Blood Angels into a boarding torpedo and leaped in, jettisoning away, whilte the ship exploded, sending the boarding torpedo hurtling into space.*

The Space Marines and Falx found themselves aboard the Tormentum in a transporter room. Although they were severely injured with a few dead they were still alive. They had been beamed off at the last instant. Medical teams crowded around them and began to heal their injuries and revive the dead that weren't too badly mutilated.

The Chronosian ships fought on, bravely, focussing all their fire against the enemy, this foolish enemy. The Marines on the ground fought bravely, even as they were cut down, sending massed volleys of fire against their foes as their Primarch's bravely fought on.

The Imperium would not be dissuaded from its prize by ants trying to ruin the picnic...

"Hell... I feel so fucking usless out here..." the captain spoke smashing his fist into a console..

"How long until the fleet arrives?"

"another 20 hours Captain"

"Shit... its my fault, I should have been prepared for every eventuality but I failed and now we are stuck out here"

"Captain, The Drill Sgt is sending a message"

"Yes Drill Sgt? what is it?"

"We've stopped all the leaks now, we are reparing the gun decks HOOHAA!"

the captain smiled

"Good Work Sgt, Im glad I have you aboard"

"No Way in hell Im going to Die aboard this Friggin' peice of Crap... I want to die in the arms of some Beautifull Blonde!"

"Now Sgt, This my baby your talking about, but I can Understand your logic.."

"Hahaha" the Sgt laughed, before getting on with the repairs to the gun decks..

"Thank you Brothers...", Carius said as he finally collapsed into unconciusness from his score of wounds, blood splattering all over the floor.*

Rafen quickly spun the spear creating a shield deflecting the gunfire. He then used the Spear to ward of the sword attacks moving with the grace, speed, and strength of Sanguinius. For his blood was infused with that belonging to Corbulo. He fired of shots with the spear and struck out with it in turn arcing with great surges of golden energy. The scythe tore a chunk of ceramite out of his armor.

Lucian rushed forward, to use his great girth against the foolish marine, energy reflecting off his all enclosing armor. The Hive roared from his body as he struck out, again and again with manreaper; Remiel ducked, dodging his attacks, feeling the spear strike off his armor, drawing a hiss from his lips as he swung again; his entire squad incinerated. "You will die, Relic; you will die and your legacy with you"

Mercer burst forth from the Monastery charging with sword swinging he struck at Remiel with incredible strength. Rafen charged forward and attacked at Lucian again and again. He began cutting at Lucian and driving the Spear at him. The golden energy continued to arc around Rafen and at Lucian as he attacked again and again.

Remiel was driven back but slammed his blade forward, furious, discharge crackling as the weapon sensed its masters rage rising. "YOU!" Remiel roared; the walls cracking at the psychic lash that he sent forth as he surged forward; intent on defeating Mercer "You will wish I'd never spared you; Dratherian!"

Lucian ducked, dodged, sliding from side to side before the spear glanced off his armor, ceramite falling to the floor; obscene swarms of insects surging forth to join the swarm. "You will fall, and I shall infest your body..." Lucian whispered. "I shall make it painful as I can. You shall be violated..."

*Carius stepped out of the medical bay, his armor damaged, but he wasn't bleeding, against the wishes of the medical staff, he bid them thanks and strapped himself into a drop pod. He set the course toward a 4-man struggle that radiated warp energy.*

OOC: 4 Men...