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OOC: Whatchu be talkin' bout Willis?


*Carius stepped out of the drop pod and unsheathed his sword, walking around the conflict, when the enemy was busy parrying, he charged with his sword silently, it wasn't an honorable measure, but it was necassary...*

OOC: Ok, what exactly are you doing, because theres a battlefield between you and the Primarch battle, with about half of them being against you; more as I keep dropping pods...

OOC: I kinda dropped near you guys...

OOC: Yeah, we're in the Monastary...You'll have to fight your way through, and even then, I think I wanna keep it between Drath and me for now.

>:D

I dont't care! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!

*Falx fired several bolts of plasma into a nearby melee as he headed for the geneseed chamber.*

OOC: Well, your gonna, given the melee blocks the only way in...
Now, calm down, or step out. k? Wait till Drath comes back.

...

Your telling me that you two are standing in the door way, not moving at all, just fighting...

That's bullshit.

OOC: Thats whats happening; we're fighting in the doorway thats leads in; like I said, wait for Drath to get back.

:mad:

Whatever...

OOC TCS Falx is fully healed just RP it that we beamed you near the Gene-seed. Go down towards that level and help defend it if it's not too much trouble. Trust me you may be a Primarch but these guys are damn tough. There is someone else that I think wants to join this fight and I think it'd be...............ironic if he did so Rafen is holding his place. Got down there found out I work tommorrow not tonight.

IC
Mercer laughed and said, "I think you have it the other way around." Mercer sturck again and again staying on the defensive but somehow turning every one of Remiel's attacks against him. Mercer said with a strain, "I've been doin a bit of training since we last fought." Mercer continued to fight striking harder and harder.

Rafen laughed and said, "You may be a Primarch but that doesn't mean you can't be defeated by an ordinary Marine. And I'm no ordinary Marine. And I'm sorry but I intend to live another couple centuries. Now die vile heretic!" Rafen lunged forward with the Spear attacking again and again he began to move faster and faster tapping into the power of his Primarch.

On the battlefield a strange thing was happening the dead Chronosian Marines were disappearing in flashs of blue light. The Werewolves and Vampires continued to surge forward tearing into enemies left and right. Those that the Vampires had drained were turned into ghouls who were attacking their former brethern. The rest of the Dratherians were empowered by this and fought harder and more dangerously. When they ran out of ammo they would employ their forearm blades.

*Flax sliced an incoming enemy in half, directing troops to positions as they slowly took the practice field...*

Remiel roared; lashing out again and again at his foe as blood leaked from his own armor. "You owe me an arm, Dratherian" He hissed, eyes alive with fury; "And unless you yield; I shall see to it that each and every one of your men burns in the warp..."

Lucian roared; the hive whirling about him, before it surges fully against the Marine; hungry plague flies seeking flesh.

"Perhaps, but I have not come this far to be killed by a blood fattened bastard of Sanguinus!" He bellowed, anger and rage poured forth in every blow; crackling with psychic force from the howling Manreaper

Mercer laughed and said, "Well then I shall clone you a new one. Will that make you happier? Come now stop being such a sourpuss." Mercer continued to parry and dodge turning each one of Remiel's attacks into one of his one. Mercer was however taking damage some small chunks of armor were gouged from his torso and he had cuts all up and down his arms where crimson blood oozed from. He even playfully put one hand behind his back as if he was fencing. Jokingly Mercer chucked a bar of soap at Lucian.

Rafen laughed blocking blows taking some damage to his armor chunks of Cermite breaking off here and there. The plague insects were turned to ash as they approached him. He laughed and said, "Well we shall see heretic scum!" Rafen continued to slashed and cut at Lucian.

Remiel smirked. "I'd rather take yours; and with that he lunged forth, sending his Daemonblade down in a searing arc, destined for the Dratherian's upper body. He roared, twisting and snarling as the Dratherian joked and played; that would be his downfall, he would smash the fool to ashes...

Lucian felt the spear hit him, sending him hurtling back against a wall; yet still he rose; leaking blood and ichors, but more than capable of continuing. He went low, hurling himself forward; his blade spinning in dire arcs; he would take this Marine's soul for himself...

OOC: Chron, can you move the twins down here?

The sky crackled, the atmosphere caustic as something appeared; like a minature sun gracing the sky in furious discharge. They slid from this warp eye, this crevice in reality; their flesh shimmering sickly with warp luminescence even as they glanced around; thier horns marring their heads like rocky outcrops; their excised eyes and tongue replaced by warp-spawned abilities as they moved, slowly hovering to earth, energy crackling between them and the ground; as psychic waves rocked the firmament itself.

MASTER! We are here! The abomination screamed with warp power and psychic abandon, two minds roaring, thinking, perverting as one.

We shall cleanse, Master, we shall protect Master. We shall kill...Master Tongueless mouths hung open in hunger, as they sent their crackling warp power forth.

The beings whirled in anarchic fury, their hands arced into claws which crackled with the flames of the warp; suspended as they were; chains flailing about them, their bodies contorting in ways no human should be able to...

*Carius roared and sprinted foward, firing a plasma bolt at one of the enemy, and unsheathing his sword, swingly wildly, but accurately at the twins.*

The Twins cackled, plasma tearing into one of their bodies as they rose into the air.

Hello little thing; are you lost? They tilted their heads, energy crackling about their twisted forms. I can help you if you're lost; we know where all the lost things are Lashing out with chains and psychic force; the warp energy surged about them and coalesced, a focussed blast as their claws surged towards the enemy.

Let us liberate you from your sallow flesh...WE HUNGER!

*Carius jolted from the raw energy, but stood fast and leaped into the air, his blade bearing down on one of them.*

One of the Daemonhosts roared as the blade seared its flesh, lashing out at the attacker as he made his way back to terra firma; while other spun, a sharp, bone ridged elbow bearing for his back, while they both psychically formed another blast of warp energy.

On Gharlathrax B we were worshipped as God's by your kind, monkey! Zirphael and Azphreal, Master's of Mankind. They forsook the Emperor for our Miracles! It's cackled roar echoed through his mind. Now, we will make an example of you, maggot

"I called them, Mercer" Remiel chuckled in mid-combat. "They are here..."

*The claws shaved through the Artificer armor like a knife through butter, but Carius ignored the wound and shoved his sword at his enemy.*

The Sword only scraped the Daemon host by virtue of Carius being in downward motion and the Daemonhost moving upwards; they hovered in the air, before blinking from existence. The ground about them burned and danced with heretical symbols, formed of the warp itself.

You are no Inquisitor; and you know what we are, let alone how to destroy us; little one...Even if we destroyed... It glances about. Anyone of these would make a fine treat, that is...if we wished to return to the flesh. The power of an unbound Daemon is phenomenal, have you seen it? We have been known to tear Titan's apart It cackled obscenely.

I would so enjoy tearing you apart It began to probe his mind, forcing its alien intelligence against him. Shall we play a game?

"No.", he said bitterly in his head, raising The Celestial Sword high, glittering with Holy Might, he sliced at his foe again.*

The thing hissed as its flesh was cut, sliding back in mid air as its wound poured with warp energy, seeping over the wound as it closed, cauterised.

Naughty naughty It whispered, forcing its mind forward to attack his, to rape and violate it That wasn't playing fair
The other slid around, now behind him.

Not fair at all! It teased as it lunged at his back, while from the front the mental assault intensified, and the being hurled a searing jolt of psychic heat.

I will break you...

*Carius' head felt like it was about to burst, the pain from the bolt was insane, but his will could never break, he roared at the creature, leaping on it and ripping off his helmet, slashing at it, trying to rip it's throat out with his teeth.*

The being hissed, spittign and snarling as the human sought to try its might against him; its wounds seared; as it thrusting forward with mind and body, claws assaulting him; his mind forcing with crackling psychic discharge, as its chuckling twin sought to drag it from his 'brother'.

You push, and I shall pull

*Carius' blood soaked the ground as he continued his frenzied assault, he headbutted the creature, following with a plasma blast to it's eyes.*

The being roared, not that it had eyes to begin with, but the plasma searing its face revealed a flash of warp-blazing skull. It roared in pain, twisting and turning; shaking till it was sure the brat would be torn from its body. It pushed psychically again, while the other sought to pull the being from its counterpart with a telekinetic burst.

The crackling static danced between host and parasite, as it brought its injured head down against him; headbutting as it hurled a psychic blast.

*If Carius had been any normal human, his head would have been mush, but he was a Primarch, and these two would die by his hands. He clutched at his head as the warp tortured his mind, shouting in agony as he struggled to chop at the creature's neck.*

His frenzied blows paid off as the creatures neck snapped and it collapsed to the ground; the runes on its body spluttering with energy, eventually fading.

Interesting, is it not? How fragile these human vessels are?

The remaining one beckoned to Carius, who had fallen free with the...'death'...of his Twin.

And how repairable. I have survived worse fates than to merely have a broken neck It rose, bleeding; yes; injured, yes; but not dead...It would not die yet.
The obscene gurgling rose from its throat.

The blade would have done the job, oh but the flat is so ineffective

"Then let us use the blade!", he snarled.

*He chopped, furiously, at it's skull.*

OOC: It's rising into the air...

IC:

The Daemonhost looked down at him, chuckling as its bleeding form sought to swat him with a blast of psychic energy; its twin doing the same, hurling energy across the battlefield.
Come little one, relent; we tire of toying with you. Do you wish death? It focussed on crushing his throat; the other, his mind.

Come little thing, relent, we may spare you...

*Carius' eyes bulged as he began to choke, his thoughts becomming less and less coherent. He knew what would happen if he didn't stop them now. He stumbled foward, and attempted to crush the head of one, while slicing at the waist of the other.*

Mercer started to take it serously now he now had received several wounds all over his torso. He continued to attack and said, "Well I don't think my arm is too compatible with yours. But maybe I could heal and regrow yours should we ever stop fighting." Mercer began to go on the offensive attacking non-stop constantly cutting at Remiel. He drew his sword in an arcing sweep to cut down Remiel.

Ceramite tore loose and Rafen began to bleed in many places. He cut in sweeping arcs and began to attack using the hilt. He jumped back and raised the Spear and let out a dome of golden crackling energy. Although not as strong as his brother was he could still cause some serious damage using the Archeotype weapon.

Remiel gasped, injured from the slew of cuts, he slammed his weapon forward, blocking that final deadly arc. The blade crackled with dark energy, edged with the warp, as Remiel forced back with body and mind, roaring in black anger as he slammed his entire weight, and devestating psychic force forward against Mercer.

Lucian was wounded, but he fought on like a man possessed; his eyes blazing, his body heaving with effort as he drove the great blade of manreaper forward; blazing with pestilant energy and dark faith.

The Daemonhost hissed as it bled now from its waist, while the other stayed beyond the reach of his desperately grasping hands; they dropped the assault on his neck, but pushed against his mind; rising into the air now, looking down at him, occasionally teasing with blasts of psychic might.

Done yet?

*Carius couldn't speak in his mid anymore, he was almost losing control over his thoughts, but he had an incentive left. He swung the blade under him and flung it upward at one of them, shooting 10 plasma bolts at the other, his hand armor black and boiling, the gun stuck to it, blood pouring from his face mixed with tears.*

The one to whom the sword as destined dodged to the side, laughing; the other was not so fortunate; screaming, fading from sight as the plasma struck it, warp blood oozing from its frame.

Not over...We will make you bleed!

So it was alone now, but it would make the human suffer; it twisted its thoughts within his head like glass, seeking images.

What do you care about....Who do you care about? It lashed out with its formidible willpower. Tell me, and I will stop the pain Another blast. Show me, think of them...

*Carius vomitted in the hard ground, blood mixed with the fluid, and his mind was being attacked, though it eased, the abomination wouldn't stop nagging him.*

"Knowing you, I think not...", he gasped.

*Carius ran backwards for three seconds then sprinted, his knife held murderiously as he lept into the thing, crashing into it, and pummeling it with knife and fist blows.*

OOC: It's still in the air...

-_-

Then consider me throwing the knife.

The thing grasped the knife, squeezing it between all too human fingers, and throwing it aside, warp-tainted blood pooling about the blade.

You get that one for free; but there are a few who you care about; a love, perhaps. Your mind is an open book to me; my skill is testament to my will. I shall shatter you now, and then....Those you love shall burn; as shall all of....Terra VII

Falx was suddenly surrounded by a golden beam and when it faded Falx was copletely healed and covered in Brand New Golden Artificer Armor fitted with golden metallic wings for flight and with a psychic hood in the shape of a cross on his helmet. And hanging at his side was a sword, the sword called Vitarius. It crackled at his side and it become obvious this was a present from the Blood Angels. For Vitarius was the very mind-blade wielded by, The Lord of Death, Mephiston.

Mercer was impaled by Remiel's sword causing him extreme pain as he coughed up blood. He grabbed and held onto the hilt of Remiel's sword with his free hand and swung at Remiel driving his sword with bonecrushing strength at his oldest arm.

Rafen received more injuries although he could not feel them and he continued to attack over and over again. He drew the spear up and sent crackling energy at Lucian again and again while driving the spear at him.

Remiel roared in agony as the blade tore into his armor, mauling his shoulder; he felt blood run, heard bone screech against the blade. He forced his own blade further, harder, deeper; despite the Dratherian's strength; by the Throne he pushed with all his superhuman might.

Lucian roared, holding out his hand, the energy crackling about his armor, searing his hand as he brought Manreaper in for the kill; the energies of Lord Nurgle saturating the blade as he swung again and again at this fool who opposed him. At his weapon; to destroy them both in the sight of the Emperor!

Mercer was driven up against the wall where he was pinned and the sword was stuck there thanks to the anchoring points of Mercer's living armor. Mercer grabbed hold of the sword again at the hilt and held on to it with unparalled strength. Mercer brought up his sword and brought it crashing down aimed at Remiel's head.

The disease was for the most part destroyed by the Spear as their crackling energies met the energies cleansed him of disease as they fought and still Rafen pressed on cutting and driving it at Lucian over and over again.

Remiel let go, sliding to the side, before graspijng his own blade and wrenching it out side ways; regaining his weapon, hopefully, from the alien grasp, and then advancing again; ready to fight and die as combat dictated.

Lucian blocked with the hardy blade and well-worn shaft of the scythe, spinning the weapon before parrying the spear blows; slashing forward; he began to move, faster, his strikes heavier; bringing the offense to the Blood Angel.

Remiel let go, sliding to the side, before graspijng his own blade and wrenching it out side ways; regaining his weapon, hopefully, from the alien grasp, and then advancing again; ready to fight and die as combat dictated.

Lucian blocked with the hardy blade and well-worn shaft of the scythe, spinning the weapon before parrying the spear blows; slashing forward; he began to move, faster, his strikes heavier; bringing the offense to the Blood Angel.

Mercer screamed in agony as it was ripped out of his body with the living armor still clinging to it. He flew up and his body healed itself in enough of a way that he wouldn't die from the injury right away. He landed and charged Remiel again while his blade crackled with Psychic energy. He swung over and over again with superhuman speed.

Rafen blocked spinning the Spear so a crackling energy shield deflected all of his attacs as well as lashed out at Lucian.

Remiel blocked and parried, wounds bleeding as he attacked; always with his will focused upon Mercer; always with his black power unified. He would shatter Mercer; he would destroy him. His attacks became more furious, more frenzied. He would sacrifice this heretic to Slaanesh!

Lucian roared as he stumbled back, hissing and spitting from the energy that had scathed him; before ducking, slashing at his foes legs with the poison edge of the scythe; flipping it round and driving it upwards as he rose; intending to split his foe. This could not go on much longer....

Mercer in turn blocked and parried matching strikes with him. He used his free arm's forearm blade as a second sword cutting and slicing at Remiel.

Rafen parried his blows with the Spear catching it's blade at the joint and attempted to disarm it from him.

Lucian forced down with all his monumentous strength, forcing his weapon down, before bringing it up and round; aiming for his foes head with his now free weapon; roaring in blackest bloodshed as he assaults his enemy.

Remiel dodges, feeling the forearm blade scar his armor as he lashes back, thrusting, parrying, even throwing a punch in the heat of battle. "Come on Dratherian, you've had your fill here parasite; leave some for the true chosen. Don't make me beat you..."

The Vindicare assassins had received thier orders from Commander Jartha. They were to take out Chronosian commissars and commanders. One of the three had been given a special assignment, he was to take out the chaos primarch by the name of Remiel.

The three began searching out appropriate firing posts.

Mercer laughed but didn't dignify that comment with a response and swung both his blades simultaneously cutting at him even aiming one of his blades at Remiel's hand.

Rafen barely avoided the scythe and struck back with blinding speed driving the Spear at Lucian's torso.

Remiel withdrew his hand, the assault smashing into his side as he moved, whirling in pain to drive the weapon against his foe. "You'll have to do better than that to deny me another limb." He threw a frag grenade, sliding back as he opened fire with his bolter.

Lucian grunted as it slammed into his armor, perforating it down his left side, tearing his flesh, before he slammed his scythe straight towards Rafen, grasping the spear with his spare hand, forcing it back; that the two weapons were simultaneously forced against the Blood Angel.

"Die" He hissed.

The Vindicare Assassins, having found suitable firing points began targetting and felling Chronosian commissars, commanders, and other leaders.

The Assassin would was given Remiel, began targetting Remiel, but was having problems with the whirlwind combat, it just wouldn't do to hit Mercer.

Mercer drew back and pulled his Magnum out firing a round hitting the grenade in mid-air. He then released multiple shots at Remiel and threw two Implode Grenades at him. He dodged most shots and continued firing. Mercer yells, "I may not be human but I am close and whether the Emperor will accept me as a friend or ally is his choice. But I will fight for him and his friendship tooth and nail."

The Spear crackled and burned at the hand of Lucian arcing forward to kill him. The scythe cut Rafen tearing Ceramite chunks away. He wrenches the Spear from Chron's grip and jumps back and the Spear crackles with energy. He charges forward spinning the Spear striking at Lucian brining the offense to the traitor.

Inhibitors were positioned all around the Monastery preventing teleportation. Now they were all stuck there and could not easily escape.

"Captain, we have the Reinforcements Inbound"

"Excellent, Hail them, give them our thanks"

This is the Doomhammer, we thank you for your support

This is the Hellstrike, We are at your Command Captain

"Excellent, Drill Sgt, How are the repairs?"

"Captain!... We have all minor repairs done, port gun decks are still off line, but we can definatly hold our own now with the reinforcments.. HOOHAA!"

"101st Battlegroup, prepare to warp jump, to location of the Planet"

"Understood Ensign"

the 101st battle group, moved slowly, preparing the warp jump, within a few minutes a swirling mass of vortex was opened, and the ships moved slowly into it...

The Harvester landed unmolested, its forces swarming out towards the monestary that was so close, there were battles raging all about them, and they were likely to be attacked at any time, but the Harvester was a good solution for that, already it was healing itself, repairing the damage it had suffered, slowly but surely it would return to health, and while it did that, it would float above the battlefield, raining death on anything in its path.

Meanwhile, a wormhole entity appeared in space. The Blood Falcons Battle Barge Wings of the Falcon emerged. They sent a comm message to the Dratherians.

***Blood Falcons Transmission Centre STC v. 2.7 mkIII***
Login auth: /@sangre
Login pass: ******
Login trans: /WINGSOFTHEFALCON.EBS
Ping? Pong!
*@sangre sets mode /public
<@sangre> /recip codename ba@dratheria.com
<@sangre> We have arrived in local space, but require precise knowledge of what is going on. Reply to @sangre or @valens at FALCANIA.EBS and we will be happy to assist.
*END OF TRANSMISSION
*@sangre LOGOUT
*/WINGSOFTHEFALCON.EBS DISCONNECTED

Falx was suddenly surrounded by a golden beam and when it faded Falx was copletely healed and covered in Brand New Golden Artificer Armor fitted with golden metallic wings for flight and with a psychic hood in the shape of a cross on his helmet. And hanging at his side was a sword, the sword called Vitarius. It crackled at his side and it become obvious this was a present from the Blood Angels. For Vitarius was the very mind-blade wielded by, The Lord of Death, Mephiston.

:D

*Falx beamed as the psychic hood deflected the enemies attacks, he turned his pistol upward and fired more shots.*

"Come! Prove yourself in melee!"

The Vindicare who'd received Remiel as his primary target brought him under the the cross-hairs of the Exitus Longrifle and fired two rounds rapidly, both aimed at Remiels torso.

BUMP

The necrons were seemingly unopposed on the ground, none had tried to halt their advance on the monastery, and they were getting rather close to their goal.

Bumpages!

Remiel grunted as the bullets penetrated his armor, faltering, steadying enough to spin, sending his weapon against the Dratherian ,again... He stumbled backwards. "You have no honor, do you worm?" He sneers.

Lucian roars in pain and bloodlust, pressing onwards; attacking again and again; the spear sears him, teases him; yet he will not give in; he will not surrender to this being; not now; not ever...
"Your time is over!"

The remainign twin, Zirphael hissed, sneering down at him.
Your mind may be safe, but my attacks can still hurt your body. He lashes out with psychic force; the air rippling with power, crackling as nature and gravity themselves bend to warp-shaped will.

*An invisible force cut through Carius' arm, blood gushing from the wound, as he fired a shot and attempted to rip the knife free.*

OOC: Must you always post in single lines?

OOC:

:P

I like to save the detail for killing my enemies.

But if it bothers you so much, I'll make it two.

-NAAMAN, STERNHAMMER get to the monastary immediately! we have bigger problems than that camp. the dratherian has engaged Remiel!- Tusanco comms.
-We are busy sir, when Remiel and Lucian left here they left some of their friends behind. .-,Sternhammer starts as he cuts a nearby chaos marine down, -We will be there as soon as possiable-

' that will not be soon enough' Tusanco says to himself, Turning to his honor guard he begins:

"Brothers, for manny centruies we have fought tougther, over manny battlefirlds and worlds. We have defeated manny enemies that where said to be unbeatable, yet we beat them. and now in this dire hour i ask of you to make the ultimte sacrafice, this is not an order you need not need to follow it if you wish, I will think none less of you if you don't. There is somthing that to be released there must be a blood sacrafice and it may save us. This is the last chance to stop Remiel and Lucian from obtaining the secrets of this monastary. all of those that do not wish to be apart, go find Mercer and assist him in his battle with Remiel. Everone else, The Emperor bless your courage, and pray that it will help."

Not a single marine moves, Tusanco nods and begins to recite the incantation.

Mercer was cut by the sword and cut him across his chest shattering his armor. Mercer yelled, "This was not my doing! Commander Jartha commands in my stead. He must have done it."

A cut across the chest caught Rafen and he fell but as he did so in a last act of defiance he thrust the Spear at Lucian's stomach.

The spear piercd his armor; searing his flesh as he grasped it, pulling it from his body; armor crackling with the warp as he focussed upon the eldritch weapon.
"I...Tame thee...In the name of Chaos" He snarled, forcing his raw power and mind through it. "Be purified weapon; serve your true purpose..." And with that,. he brought it screaming back towards Rafen's body.

Remiel chuckles as he strikes at the Dratherian's shattered armor, his weapon crackling with raw energy; the Daemon within it ravenous.
"Any last words? Perhaps the benediction of Terra; see if I burn in the presence of zealots words. Tell me, filth, do you truly think faith in the Emperor can save you? Even his most trusted son was turned; half his legions betrayed him! Such is the way of humanity; weakness...You and I know better; we are so much more....Superior"

'Thank you my faithful followers' The being that was once Tusanco whispers. Walking into the room where Mercer, Lucian and Remiel as Lucian casts the spear back at Rafen.
"Any last words? Perhaps the benediction of Terra; see if I burn in the presence of zealots words. Tell me, filth, do you truly think faith in the Emperor can save you? Even his most trusted son was turned; half his legions betrayed him! Such is the way of humanity; weakness...You and I know better; we are so much more....Superior" Remiel asks.

"Yes, die!" The Bloody Avatar, that was once Tusanco, calls out. stepping foward he grabs a marine and crushes it's head in his grasp. Swinging his sword at Lucian's back he lets out a fearsome roar.\


OOC: if you dont see how it works out, look at the beginning posts i made in the long awaited search.

OOC: Humans cannot invoke the Avatar of Khaine. It is an Eldar God; requiring the core of a Craftworld, given that it can only be summoned from thus. That and they don't become them; they are summoned.

The avatar would not rise to aid the mon-Keigh. As a result, this is ignored, from a Human nation.

the 101st fleet returned to orbit over the planet, immeadiatly into a war zone, necron ships were taking on ships of the Imperium of man, fire was being exchanged and bright bolts of lazer energy shot around the black of space like an elaborate fire works display.

cruisers were so close the crew could have practically spat at each other

the 101st fleet entered real space, and immeadiatly targeted the Necron ships, a devastating salvo of torpedoes were launched from the 3 Retribution class battleships, Mars class battleships fired its Nova cannon, and the other ships present joined in with lance batteries and any other weapon that could be brought to bear against the tomb ship...

This is the 101st, anyone need assisstance?

the 101st fleet returned to orbit over the planet, immeadiatly into a war zone, necron ships were taking on ships of the Imperium of man, fire was being exchanged and bright bolts of lazer energy shot around the black of space like an elaborate fire works display.

cruisers were so close the crew could have practically spat at each other

the 101st fleet entered real space, and immeadiatly targeted the Necron ships, a devastating salvo of torpedoes were launched from the 3 Retribution class battleships, Mars class battleships fired its Nova cannon, and the other ships present joined in with lance batteries and any other weapon that could be brought to bear against the tomb ship...

The uninjured Tomb Ship was battered and cerippled, mosdt of its weapons were offline, but the masin gun was still functional, and the time it had atken for their foes to return was more than enough to get the gun ready to fire, and that was exactly what they did, releasing its power against the Retribution class ships, as the few remaining gauss batteries opened up on the lighter fleet elements that faced them. The second, previously damaged Tomb Ship, fired as well, the second Retribution in its sights, while its escorts and undamaged gauss batteries rained fury into the attacking fleet.

the two Retributions were hit, their shields were crippled and went down, they had been fully charged, and hadn't been drained from constant bombardments...

however the gauss batteries impacted into the now unprotected hull of the ships, several gun batteries exploded, sending a ball of fire out into space

the smaller battlecruisers were damaged by the sudden barrage... but they responded in kind, lance batteries targeting guass weapons, the plan was to take out the two Tombships,

the two carriers present began disgorging Imperial bombers and fighter escorts, the 101st was majorly pissed off and were going to make every necron pay for every trooper that was killed...

the formed up, and began the flight towards the behemoths that were the necron tombships... gauss batteries taking out a few of the craft, they ducked and weaved as best they could, but the bulky bombers were difficult to manover quickly to avoid blasts...

OOC: Humans cannot invoke the Avatar of Khaine. It is an Eldar God; requiring the core of a Craftworld, given that it can only be summoned from thus. That and they don't become them; they are summoned.

The avatar would not rise to aid the mon-Keigh. As a result, this is ignored, from a Human nation.

OOC: Fine, so you wont accept my Eldrich outcast as the avatar, he still is Craftworld Eldar. Than instead. . . .

IC: Tusanco entered the room shot a chaos marine point blank at the head with his combi-bolter, says the same thing, tosses up a melta bomb and hits it at Lucian with the butt of his bolter. All of the 15 Honorguard raise their weapons 5 plasmaguns, 5 dual bolters (spacewolf pistol grip), 2 bolter shotguns, 1 Multi-melta, 1 with lightning claws, one with a chainsword and powerfist. ( FYI all Honorguard are in terminator armor) they release a varage upon the mass of lucian.mercer and Remiel.

Leaping to each side the Primarch's duck behind the walls, hiding in slight alcoves in the walls before lungign forth at the break in fire. Roaring their battle cries, they leave Rafen and Mercer behind, hurling themselves into the fray. The Spear of Sanguinus shimmers with warp energy, slicing lines in reality itself as Lucian throws it to Remiel's hand; his bolter dropping as he hurls himself itno the fray, spinning spear and slashing sword; even as Ceramite is torn and seared from his Armor.

Lucian, the immense armored nightmare, bellows in insane rage, slamming his armored body into the wall of Honor Guard; his great scythe and Hive wreathed body on the attack. He was the Chosen of Nurgle; how could he fail his Master!

Four drop-pods streaked earth-ward. Each bore an Eversor Assassin who was itching to get into combat and tear the foe apart.

Reopening fire as soon as Lucian and Remiel uncover from their hiding places the close combat men charge Remiel as a marine holding a plasmagun is hurldled into the wall behind from Lucian's attack. Yelling his battlecry Tusanco throws a piece of broken brick at remiel along with two bolter shells and a mini gernade. Smirking he calls out 'Catch'

Spinning, whirling like engines of death; the Primarchs fought on; Remiel backhanded the grenade; shells ricocheting from his armor as he fights onwards; not afraid to face these heretical traitors to his Father's Domain.

Lucian roars; his eyes blazing with warp fire amongst the flesh of his ruined face; his mouth vomitting forth another wave of ravenous plague-flies as his great shimmering scythe brings disease ridden death to any who oppose him...
His armor tearing, ceramite falling about him; he ignored it. He had paid his debts of pain today; the Spear had not been kind...

The grenade explodes on contact with Remiel's hand, keeping their distance of Lucian's scythe the honor guard contunously shoot at him like a fish in a barrel. Four Figments seem to apear in the room, attacking Remiel with their C'Tan Phase swords as Tusanco Charges Remiel he draws a chainsword to go with his Cruzious becoming a tornado of death as he comes into contact with Remiel.

OOC This weapon doesn't have to affect Remiel since he is out of range.

Rafen was immediatley beamed up to the med bays on the Tormentum as Mercer yelled, "How dare you ignore me!!!!! That will be your undoing!!!" With that Mercer picks up a nearby Bolter Gat and comms the Tormentum and syas, "Launch the Calamity Gundams!" Suddenly twenty Calamity Gundams descend from the atmosphere firing long metal rods deep underground around the battlefield which once activated would inhibit all teleporters. Then they take aim and fire their mighty Buster Cannons at the rear enemy lines which are capable of turning the ground to glass wherever they strike. Mercer recieves a comm from the Dratherian SGC, "Sir the Basilisk Virus is ready. We have ten Avengers inbound carrying the viral bombs. Seconds later the Avengers erupted from the Stargate and dropped their special payloads on the battlefield which released an electric blue cloud that covered every soldier on the field.

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Name: Basilisk Virus
Type: Semiphaghic
Manufacturer: Aquaria Viral Labs
Deliverence Type: Waterborne, Airborne, and Contact Transferrance
Virulence- Fast-acting
Life Expectancy: Six hours without a host to refresh it
Description: Virus specially designed to eat away Living Chaos Armor and kill any Nelo Angelus Space Marine in the area within seconds. Can only eat away Tainted Power Armor.

Hell is unleashed upon the battlefield; troops falling under the onslaught of virus and cannon, all but the strongest of Remiel's bloodline succumbing to this abomination in the eyes of Nurgle. The sons of Lucian roar, taking in this foul toxin, Lucian bellows; the viral clouds surging across the battlefield; flooding the corridor as he takes the full brunt of the virus into himself. Remiel hisses, flailing madly before he plunges once again into slayign the scum who oppose him. The PlagueLord falls to his knees, roaring, bellowing, chanting and cursing in maddened hisses and howls.

He rises, crackling with the energy of the warp, blood seeping from the cracks in his armor; his eyes and body weeping blood.
"More" His hissed demand " MORE! And with that he hurls himself into the fray.

Chronosian fighters dive and twirl; openign fire with everything they have against the enemy gundams; bombers shower them with their lethal payloads. The Second Twin reappears on the battlefield; chucklign softly as one by one, its binds begin to loosen, Remiel allowing it greater power at a cost of unpredictability.

Die Its psychic cry echoes across the battlefield as about it, the air begins to crackle with unbridled static; energy roaring about its Daemonic form, its host twisted and transformed by its taint...It lets slip with all the powers it possesses; a rippling wave of coruscating psychic force that roars forth towards the Gundams...

Behind them, the roar of jets echoed as something streamed from orbit; its landing causing the battlefield to shake; its footfalls like explosions as it whirred; bringing a great, giant and terrible axe slamming towards the backs of the Gundams; even as its Plasma and explosive weapons roared in tyrranous waves of energy and death.

BloodGorger had arrived...

The Eversor drop-pods crashed down, loosing the whirlwind deaths that were the Eversor Assassins. With a primal scream, the charged the Chaos lines, Executor Pistol blazing out rounds with deadly accuracy as they closed the distance.

The Culexus seeing the Daemon, they let loose with blasts from thier Animus Speculum.

Fifteen of the Calamity Gundams were ripped asunder by the Daemonhost and fighters and two fell from the DeathGorer. The other three Gundams focused their attacks on the enemy DeathGorer with a force strong enough to rip an Emperor-class Titan Asunder. Through the Stargate walked six Warhound-class Titans which moved onto the battlefield and began attacking the enemy forces. Fighters scoured the sky attacking and outnumberng the enemy fighters and bombers. However as the DeathGorer had landed part of the Monastery crubled in on itself causing a mass of debris to crash around the peak.

Commander Jartha came on to the comm to the Blood Falcons after sending the battle reports and a summary of the battle so far and said two words, "Target practice."

Mercer charged forward and swung his sword again and again striking at Remiel. He then brought up his Bolter Gat and fired at the stomach of Remiel from point blank range.

Bloodgorger roared in primal fury, spinning to drive its axe against the damned Gundams; while whirling to unleashing a ferocious weapons barrage against the Warhounds. It slid backwards; twisting to fire its blasts straight at the other three gundam; its armor smoking from Impact. But the God's gave it strength! In the name of Khorne; it would purge and take skulls!

The Hovering Daemon chuckled softly, dodging the blasts, even as one tore through its arm it laughed.

Ah, I should've known; always with an untouchable, or two or three; poor Pariah's. Freaks, shall I release you?

A final, apocalyptic blast of raw psychic energy surged forth to slam into the Gundams as the thing whirled upon the Culexus.
A sickening cackle echoed in Remiel's mind, a whispered plea. Release us, Release us Remiel; free us and we shall kill them all; release us, unleash us. Direct us!

Remiel closed his eyes, grunting as he parried the sword strikes, gruntinga as bolter shells tore his armor this way and that, before striking back against Mercer. Lucian's power exploded beside him; flooding the corridor withg the Hive; the Destroyer plague! Blight grenades flew this way and that, and Remiel let go...

The bindings slipped free.

The flesh bulged, undulating, as the hosts vocal chords let out a screech; its flesh rent by warp energy, before it exploded; raining gore upon the battlefield. What stood before them was pure in its damnation. Its shimmering flesh glistened with warp energy; its twisted, horned head twisted and moved at impossible speeds and its entire being crackled with raw energy; purity in power and pain...It surged forth, its speed inhuman; its grace unparalleled, as the energy was unleashed, wave after wave of warp-spawned energy tearing forth, rending the battlefield asunder, tearing at those who fought there.

FOOLS! WE ARE FREE! WE ARE FREE!

Remiel roared and pushed forward; he would give no ground to this bastard being! He would not falter, would not fail in his vocation. He was a son of the Emperor! He was lord of pleasure, and his sins would save the world...

OOC: Anyone going to reply to my post and tell me what's going on?

OOC: Drath did in his last post. Hi, by the way. I'm the Chaos Legions who are going to be your friendly neighbourhood nemesis :)

The Culexus Assassins fully opened the 'eye' of thier Animus Speculum, turning the full negative psychic energy on the daemon.

The Vindicare targeted the daemon and using the Exitus Ammunition(turbo penetrator) to target the daemon's eyes and other weaker points.

The Eversor continued to tear the Chaos troops apart.

Hissing, spitting the daemon roared in anger; the bullets useless against its incorporeal and warp crackling form; but the other assassin...It reeled and dived, screeching as it shot into the air, roaring as it hurtled away from the Culexus, sending its waves of devestating force at other troops.

The Chaos Warriors roaring in fury, charging the assassins who sought to destroy them; did they not know that Chronosia could deploy the same if they wished it? Their blades and bolters howled with black rage as they were triggered. This was total war...

The souless nature of the Culexus Assassins made it so all but the most focused chaos would lose focus and lose track of the Culexus. The assassins turned blasts on those who could manage to focus on them.

The Vindicare began servicing those who threatened the Culexus, while the Eversor continued to pound and rip throught the Chaos forces.

the two Retributions were hit, their shields were crippled and went down, they had been fully charged, and hadn't been drained from constant bombardments...

however the gauss batteries impacted into the now unprotected hull of the ships, several gun batteries exploded, sending a ball of fire out into space

the smaller battlecruisers were damaged by the sudden barrage... but they responded in kind, lance batteries targeting guass weapons, the plan was to take out the two Tombships,

the two carriers present began disgorging Imperial bombers and fighter escorts, the 101st was majorly pissed off and were going to make every necron pay for every trooper that was killed...

the formed up, and began the flight towards the behemoths that were the necron tombships... gauss batteries taking out a few of the craft, they ducked and weaved as best they could, but the bulky bombers were difficult to manover quickly to avoid blasts...

The Chronosian fighters dodged and dived through space to attack the ancient Necron vessel; some of the larger ships pursuing to pound it with Warp Cannon fire. The Ancient beings of metal and their insane masters despised the warp; this had been gleaned from the studies of the Imperium; but they could not hold the beasts off forever.

101st; this is the Chronosian Imperium; we shall aid you, and you shall aid us. Should you refuse, we shall simply leave you to the ignorance of your allies. Do they care as these crypt fiends attack you, as these tomb lords attempt to crush you? But we see, we care; you have pride and honor, desire and want, the ability to bring death and destruction; the power to adapt and change, you are judged worthy. Make now your choice; do you want to live forever?

The Chronosian fighters dodged and dived through space to attack the ancient Necron vessel; some of the larger ships pursuing to pound it with Warp Cannon fire. The Ancient beings of metal and their insane masters despised the warp; this had been gleaned from the studies of the Imperium; but they could not hold the beasts off forever.

101st; this is the Chronosian Imperium; we shall aid you, and you shall aid us. Should you refuse, we shall simply leave you to the ignorance of your allies. Do they care as these crypt fiends attack you, as these tomb lords attempt to crush you? But we see, we care; you have pride and honor, desire and want, the ability to bring death and destruction; the power to adapt and change, you are judged worthy. Make now your choice; do you want to live forever?

"This is Captain Holst, we are glad someone has responded to our plea, and you have our assistance, the 101st will deploy as you command... Captain holst out"

The Battleships continued to bombard the tomb ships, while gauss cannons blasted away at the hulls of these great behemoths, now the bombers and fighters of the 101st joined those of the Chronosian Imperium....

Naaman and Sternhammer rush into the room as remiel's eyes close.

"Did you know theres a big angry thing out side?" Naaman asks.

" Good to see you, perfect timing as usual." Tusanco says looking at his gore covered comrads While the 13th wolfen's ferval roars are heard outside along with the discharge of a heavy plasma gun. spitting on the ground Tusanco counter charges Remiel flanked by Sternhammer while Naaman Quickly surveys the room and its lack of structural integrity. Naaman grabs a mini gernade in each hand.

Countless pods continue to pour from the skies; hundreds of thousands of fighters plunge through the atmosphere, accompanying thousands of drop pods. The Marines from these pods pouring forth, roaring and bellowing in adoration of Chaos, despite their continuing losses. The Chainswords and Chainaxes rent asunder flesh; the bolters carved through the enemy; as Chaos itself advanced upon the fortress monastary.

A great rumbling rose as bombs were dropped in their thousands; and millions of fighter blasts rocked both air and sky. This was the might of the Imperium; this was the power of Chaos.

Yet all seemed to go quiet; and the roar of warp amps went out, fuelled by sinister Daemon Instruments. The ear shattering crescendo of a guitar pounded into a furious heat; like an angel singing, screaming in bittersweet orgasmic tones; the furious pounding of a drum, linked to the roar of the warp amps and the firing of many cannons; the raw searing blasts of sonic energy born of a roaring bass solo; and the screeched, howled lyrics of a man possessed; echoed as the Land raiders tore across the battlefield; this Daemon Band upon its back.

"Forward Brothers! Onward Sisters! Lets make this a day to remember!"

Cultists and Marines worked into a fury of dancing and writhing combat; hurling themselves; weapons, spiked armor and all; against their foes in circle pits and mosh pits of unparallelled fury. Compared to their loyalist foes; this seemed an orgy of bloodshed, excess and war; as they slammed into their foes; dragging unfortunate souls to be slammed between them in the crush and crash of this pit from hell. Marines climbed upon the Raiders; only to be hurled, roaring in acceptance; to crowdsurf upon their enemies; crushing them as they flew upon them, weapons readied.

Baal was swiftly becoming an Imperial vision of Hell; Chaos was relentless? Coudl it be stopped? Could its legions cease their glorious bloodshed? It was unlikely....Blight grenades exploded left and right; followers of Nurgle growled as they sought to tear off enemy helmets. The Daemonhosts, now fully unleashed Daemons, prowled the skies; raining psychic death upon their foes...Warp vortexes tore through the flanks of the enemy...

"I Like this beat" Tusanco states as he changes his step to meet the beat, spinning around and bringing both blades upon Remiel.


Outside a commander calls out, right before a dual volley of night rocket rounds flies toward the mosh pits. The sky fills with drop pods as the remainder of the Dark Wolf fleet arrives and releases some reinforcements.
" I never liked mosh pits, my sister died in one, take them out." Naaman steps out side and joins the 13th wolfen in all the fun.

Remiel ducked a strike from mercer and brought his Daemonblade up to meet the blades of Tuscano, chuckling softly. "He dances to heretic music; this eldar bastards who leads Mon-Keigh of mixed blood? Do you get anymore pathetic?" He forced forward; his blade screaming for blood and souls; he could hear his patrons insatiable cry in the warp; carried upon the music. "Now you die!"

The pit exploded as the missles exploded; friend and foe hurled through the air, even as the Marines fought. Missles, bombs, drop pods, slamming into the fray; plunging into the midst of the enemy. Bolter fire and plasma blasts were sent against fortified positions, even as close combat troops; Havocs bearing great weapons with blasphemous zeal; while others drove axes, swords and crackling Daemon weapons into their foes as the insatiable hordes of Chaos fought on.

"Brothers! Cleanse the heretic! Let the ancient ones be reborn in blood, fire and steel! Forward, Dark Gods be praised, Forward!"

The Vindicare picked up the drum beat as the firing pattern, putting a round into a minion of Chaos on every beat of the drum.

The Eversor picked up the pace in thier butcherings of Chaos to match the tempos set by the Daemon Band.

The Culexus, not being party animals like the rest of the combatants, set to work destroying the Daemon Band with the full power of the Animus Speculum.

" hey, good music is good music." Tusanco replies, grabbing bothswords with one hand he punches at Remiel. "You where born with your rank i had to earn mine, What of that you pathedic bastard!" Sternhammer takes advantage of the situation and seals off the exits with some rubble. Siting on a toppled pillar he watches the battle as he shows off his long fangs.

Not ones for having their parties crashed; countless marines turned upon the Culexus; even as their debilitating effects rushed to meet them; what they lacked in strength to resist; they would make up for in strength of arms and strength of numbers.

Hundreds rushed towards them while dozens fell, bolters blazing, plasma searing the air; missles rocketting this way and that; even a raw blast from the Titan as it lumbered against mechanical foes shot the way of the Culexus; bombers and fighters whirled overhead, saturating the battlefield; even plunging into the thronging masses if injured....

Remiel reels from the punch, before lashing back with crackling powerfist. "What of it, Xeno?" He lashes out again; his fist crackling with raw power, claws extending as he drags it across the opponents chest. "Heretic? HM?" He lashes out again. "You had to earn your rank because you are debased and impure filth" Slashing at his face. "You're nothing!" Hissing, spitting "Nothing! Driving a knee towards his foes stomach; nothing could stop him now; he was enraged; infuriated "I was born with everything you ever wished because I was born superior" He spits upon Tuscano. "I am the son of a God.."

Not even the fact of the training and soulless nature of one of Culexus saved him from the hailstorm the Chaos warriors sent his way.
The other had dodged behind rubble and survived.

A bitter rain of rockets and grenades came to scour the hidden Culexus from the face of this earth. The battle without matched the battle within the monastary; and great volleys of missles hurtled towards the seal entrance. Their Master would not be caged by lesser beings; he would be free!

The nimble fingers played once again over the strings of the guitar; flailing into a flurry of insane and daring moves; hitting every note imaginable; making the instrument smoke and sing and roar with ecstacy. he forced himself onwards; his fingers bleeding, burning; as he played. The Drummer could not stop; cannon fire annihilated all before it as he launched into another furious crescendo; bolter fire raking the battlefield as he brought clashing sighs to the cymbols...

"Yes the son of a god, the son who lost his arm to a mere Dratherian, How Pathedic indeed! It is also said that once chaos has finished its foes it will turn upon itself and destry itself. and you claim to be a leader of that? my you are brave." Tusanco taunts as he narrowly dodges the powerfist to connect with the knee. Using the force of the knee he grasps his swords thrusting them toward Remiel's gut as he recovered his stance.

Rockets seem to alter and color the field where the marines where charging Cluexus. The drop pods land unleashing dreadnaughts and marines alike. Three dreadnaughts unleash their salvos of rockets from their arm launchers at the Chaos Titian.

"let them taste the true power of the Dark Wolves!" calls out a random commander. The Dark Wolves Roar in agreement as they flood into the flanks of the mosh pits massacring as they go.

Remiel slides back. "Chaos does not turn on itself under one who claims the allegience of all the Gods. My Father is not some Kharn or Lucius; he is greater than Abaddon himself; greater even than Horus. A lucky Dratherian does not unmake a Prince of Chaos; but a Prince of Chaos; A Primarch; can unmake a fool such as you. I who cleansed worlds in the name of Mankind; I who made clean fetid strongholds of the Ork and the warp spawned tyrant! I who see now with true sight and fight the fools such as you, who oppose the natural order; Chaos! A power forged millenia before you were concieved. You will taste the cold void, and my servants shall taste your soul." He touches fingers to his rent armor; raises blood to his lips, smirking obscenely. "Do you wish my men to rend you down to be used as fuel for our desires?" painting his lips not with his own blood, tongue curling across his own flesh, a faint sigh emerging from this crimson lips.

"Or would you rather that we violate them? Dead or alive, it matters not." A chuckle now..."Tell me Tuscano; how do you want your men to die for the pride of a spoiled race; a Dratherian race? What are you truly going to gain from this?" And with that he slices forward with the crackling Daemonsword; as he reclaims his bolter; opening fire at Sternhammer as the doorway explodes; ducking rocks as he attacks Tuscano; again and again and again; and the Chronosian's come forth; their own fire and terrible rhythm pouring into the corridor; a relentless onslaught of ceramite and bolter fire and raw, willing flesh...

"Shit!" Sternhammer yells as Chronosian's charge into the room. he dodges the bolter shell as a piece of the roof falls at his feet. " DAMNIT those damn morons, they shall bring this whole place down upon us!" he calls out again and lets loose a dozen mini grenades into the mass of Cronosians. Howling out the 13th wolfen charge at the Chonosians in the entrance of the monastary. Tusanco barly dodges Remiels attacks as he rolls toward Sternhammer.
"We need an exit and we need it now!" Tusanco Comms to Sternhammer. Another piece of the roof falls to the ground along with a random corpse. looking at it tusanco yells for mercer to leave the monastary, but he can no longer see him for all the falling rubble that was once the roof.

And so the Chronosians bring eager death to the Wulfen, their close combat weapons whirring; their bolters roaring in discharge; plasma howling in animal heat as it seeks to annoint these malformed fiends. Remiel slides back, Lucian coming with him, sleek pleasurelord and armored giant of a plaguelord slamming through the doorway into the inner monastary as the tunnel collapses behind them.

"Pity; I looked forward to killing them."

"As did I brother; but Nurgle shall claim them yet."

"Good to know; good to know...Now; our prize. I can almost taste it; so close" A giggle emerges from his throat before he turns to regard Lucian. "And how shall we get out of here?"

"We have our methods. We shall make our own exit dear brother. And then raze this place"

"A fine plan, as always; now, onwards."

The Geneseed storage was more heavily armored than any other part of the facility; a great cold storage unit which contained the precious geneseed that they had fought so far for..

Outside, the music intensified, a rabid animal beat that clawed at the air; the sonic waves intensifying, enough to make the enemies heads explode through sheer force. The Chronosian army, bolstered from above and the rear by their reinforcements, surged forward; a relentless wave; as the fleet in orbit took to aiming at the enemy ships, focussing their mighty weapons on thinning the herd of the Enemy. Fighters dove and attacked; bombers whirled in suicidal volleys; some brazen enough to defy the Titan's; opening fire on the great behemoths, or plunging into the star gate, to attack and self-destruct on the other side...All for the Dark Powers; all to cripple the presumptuous Dratherians.

Mercer ran forward to block Remiel and Lucian with both guns raised and said, "You're not going anywhere. We still aren't finished here. And if you think we are then you are sadly mistaken. I told you this time that One shall stand, One shall fall." Shortly after those words the Monastery began to stabilize and a smile crept across Mercer's face and he said, "I guess we need some more friends to take care of y'all." With that a loud rip and a flash of light rang out around the room and six warriors stepped through and at the lead was Malcath. This was the fearsome Dragon Guard. Behind them came two Bionoughts named Kenji and Marius. They stood erect at twenty feet a silver hulking mass faster than a Dreadnought. On one arm they had an Assault Cannon and on the other they had a Powerfist linked with a Heavy Flamer and on each of their shoulders were Heavy Plasma Cannons. They immediatley turned their attention to the unsuspecting enemy Marines. They then let loose their Assault cannons, Flamers, and Heavy Plasma Cannons onto the enemy. The Dragon Guard used their fire elemental ability to attempt cleanse the room of the tainted ones. Mercer meanwhile charged Remiel intent on killing him.

The fighters that flew into the Stargate were incinerated as they tried to defy the laws of physics and travel through the Omni-directional Stargate. The ships in orbit suffered minor damage but quickly reinforcements arrived. A 600 ship armada folded space behind the Chronosian fleet. Now over 1200 Dratherian ships let loose fire on the enemy Starships from two fronts in a pincer. This time they brought with them a Behemoth that let loose it's mighty planetbuster abilities onto the enemy fleet. As the fleets engaged the enemy in space tens of thousands of fighters swarmed the skies of Baal intent on wiping out the enemy fighters and bombers. One Warhound fell to the onslaught but the other five continued to let loose their fury on the enemy. Fighting the DeathGorer one Calamity Gundam fell and the other two flew away as the armies saw their salvation, two Tallgeese III hovered in the sky with their Mega Particle Cannons armed. They focused the brunt of their attack on the DeathGorer and rear lines of the enemy and let loose their mighty fire. Seven warriors stepped through the Stargate they were members of the Sepia Phantom Squad and hence the most dangerous Daemonhunters in ten galaxies. Each wore Auroros Armor over Phantom Armor and wielded custom daemon/monster hunting weapons. At the fore of the group was Aras wielding his Vor and Lao Shun Cannons. Next to him was a massive man standing at twelve feet named Gaia who wields the mighty hammer named Dragonbreaker. Next was Wraith wielding his Blazing Falchion followed by Kazuma wielding his Great Sword, Thunder Cleaver. Then the sole female of the group, Kattori, wields her Dual Swords Dragon Ultimus. Then standing side by side are Nial wielding his Black Dragon Spear and Bishop wielding his twin Rapidcasters. Aras points to the Monastery and says, "Wraith to the Monastery! Help President Mercer!" With that the rest of the group engages the enemy their mighty weapons roaring to life capable of destroying anyone in their path. Wraith arrives at the Monastery moments later and releases hellfire on the enemy Marines with his Blazing Falchion.

As more Marines charge through the Gate one trips and falls to see a family of squirrels in front of him, looking at the fallen marine the squirrel family all yell, "RUN AWAY!" Two make a run to the Stargate, one is incinerated in the Gate as the other turns as its tail is ignited by the Gate. The flamming squirrel runs around in circles yelling "FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE. . . . . . "

OOC Do you wanna start acknowledging Reken's attacks like the rockets to the guys charging the Culexus or the dozen mini grens. Oh and Chron there are close to a hundred of Reken's Battle Barges plus hundreds of other ships of his firing at you. So there are about 1500-1600 starships from our two nations assailing yours from all sides. Plus a new refreshed Planetbuster. Also your DeathGorer is faced with not one but two Tallgeese III. And MO II was 1.3 miles long and .79 miles wide.

SQUIRRELS- Think of the Grunts from Halo 2 yelling, 'Run Away' And yes my squirrels can talk they are my special friends, Squirrel.

The Wulfen laugh as the Chronosian charge takes place, firing the heavy plasma gun at the marines while the rest of the company joins in in the firing of bolters, plasma guns, and acouple multi meltas. Few Wulfen fall to the oncomming bolter fire.

"What do you think your doing Remiel?" Calls out Tusanco as he fires both of his bolters at the fleeing Primarch. Laughing Sternhammer attempts to spear Lucian. looking around Tusanco thinks to himself 'oh yeah the honor guard is here'. -shoot them!- Tusanco comms to the guard as they open fire on the two primarchs and their followers.

Outside the battle rages, rockets flying toward the titan or fighters and bombers. Flaming tank shells streaking down hills plowing over anything in their path. Dreadnaughts explode sending shrapnel into friend and foe alike. At random times marines stop to rockout to the tunes only to be cutdown or find their foe doing the same.

Another set of drop pods smashes into the hill around the monastery playing a counter propaganda song. (http://www.geocities.com/itsnotatrumpet/index.html) Looking around Tusanco hears the monastery vibrate from the new source of tunes. "Remiel, I like your music but this is better, alot better." seeing a squirrel running he picks it up and says, "I like Squirrels."

In an attempt to crush the Chronosian front once and for all, the mechanized portion of Reken's fighting force joins tougther. 2 Titians, 55 dreadnaughts, 43.8 tanks (razorbacks, land raiders, predators, annihalators, etc.)127 fighters charge toward to an oncomming slaughter of the Chronosian forces. The speakers shaking the ground so much it makes the tanks ramp into flight, drilling the encouraging message of the chant into the hearts of the marines, pushing them harder and harder toward glory.

OOC: I did, I said men were falling; I'm just not posting numbers because I prefer to RP. Like, I don't need to now every single little detail of what you've just posted; because I'd rather just RP. This'll take a while...One day at work and theres hell left, right and centre.

IC:

The Dratherian assaults tore thousands of Chronosian souls from humble flesh, feeding the waiting hordes of daemons that shifted and clawed within the Immaterium; sating their ravenous hunger.... The fighters above continue their onslaught, thousands upon thousands of fighters and bombers hammering the enemy lines; even as they are torn from the flaming skies.

BloodGorger, its name mispronounced countless times by the idiot foe, whirlled like a dervish, letting loose gouts of searing plasma and volleys of missles into the enemy throng as well as the enemy mechas, before succumbing; a leg torn out from under it in flaming, disintegrating glory, before it whirled, hurling its axe, flaming, crackling with electrical discharge towards the Tallgeese; and with a bellow of inhuman fury, BloodGorger exploded, dieing upon that baleful world...

The Chronosian dreadnoughts whirl and scream int anger and bloodlust, driving claws and searing lascannons against their foes, even as they are torn apart; blazing shards slicing through friend and foe...The bl;ood runs like water, pooling about their feet, great gouts of it sent forth as marines charge their enemy; sometimes knee deep in blood; pushing corpses aside as they fight on. The casualties are enormous; tragic; even as more pour from the sky to meet the advance of the bastard Dratherian and Reken advances. Orbital bombardments roar from the heavens to sunder the lines; great waves of coruscating energy and flame focus upon the stargate; intending to cleanse the filth as they step forth.

In space; the Chronosian fleet whirls like a serpent to fight the Dratherians; countless vessels lost to the enemies first attack wave; even as seismic charges and gravitational weaponry hurtles forth to pentrate their lines; the explosions will bring waves of shattering energy and ravenous blackholes; enouhg to decimate their enemy. Chronosian fire lashes out; missles and torpedoes surging forward to cleanse their enemies ships; warp cannon, lance fire, turbo lazers and ion cannons lash out at the enemy; their fire concentrated on the Behemoth.

Remiel chuckles as Mercer charges him, ducking his blow, spinning to parry Tuscano as Chronosians and other races meet in battle here; his laughter echoes as he lashes out at Mercer with the Daemonblade; and the spear crackles, wreathing him in warp flame as he thrusts against them; the spear seeking Tuscano's blood, the blade thrust towards Mercer's abdomen; as Lucian, eyes blazing with madness, armor boiling over the plague flies and disease, charges against his foes; bringing his scythe to parry Sternhammers blow; hissing as it strikes against his armor. The insatiable Chronosian horde plunges forward; two dreadnoughts advancing towards the rear of the Honor Guard; as Tuscano's command turns their eyes from the Chronosian line to their Primarch. Autocannon fire rakes the entrance and everyone in it. Remiel grins, his teeth gleaming white, sharpened and dazzling; a being who has sold his soul to Slaanesh himself, and emerged perfect.

"Still confident, Dratherian? Still think you can win this? We each lose countless in blood; when will you see the foolishness of opposing us? Would you rather we destroy you utterly? Do you have such a death wish? You cannot stand against the billions of Chronosia; you cannot stand against the perfect vision of an eternal Imperium! We are the future, yet you insist on looking to the past! Think of what we could accomplish, together..."

Attempting to parry the chaos mutatated spear Tusanco grunts as it busts his thigh armor. Grabbing the spear with his right hand he shoots at Remiel's chest point blank with a bolter. After the shot he attemps to wrench the spear from Remiel's hand. The spear still in his thigh he hobbles away to a nearby Honor Guard from Remiel, who is occupied with Mercer. Fighting their way through to the outside of the Monastery to 3 awaiting Thunderhawks, entering one, he leaves in one heading to his capital ship.

Sternhammer lands on Lucian punching at Lucian's face one gauntleted fist after another. The remaining Honor guard raindown fire on the chronosians, covering tusanco's retreat. The 4 Figs that had been watching the fight in the corners of the room they observe the two dreadnaughts enter and unleash on the men inside hitting both friend and foe. Throwing out flash grenades the figments wait for the explosions to act. The Flash blinds everone in the room temporally. Now was the time, the figs atack the dreadnaughts teams of two atempt to attach timed melta bombs to their fusion reactors.

Lucian's helmet takes the bulk of the blast; tearing aside as he roars upwards; crackling powerclaw up towards his foes throat, hissing; pure disease surging forth from his roaring mouth as he rises , spinning his scythe one handed towards his enemies stomach.

Remiel wrenches the spear back, leaving in its wake a gaping hole as he spins to face Mercer; infused with raw chaos; ready to fight to the death against his foe.
"Come boy, let us fight" The bolter shells have shredded his chest armor; his entire outfit is torn and sullied by the ravages of war; but he cackles, fighting onwards; this will be fun...

As autocannons roar, Remiel Lucian dodging to the side of the room as he fights, while Lucian is on the floor; they grunt as the blinding light over takes them all; Remiel slashing in the direction of Mercer; Lucian taking this opportunity to attempt to hurl his foe towards the door.

The Dreadnoughts continue their fire and advance; one exploding in a collosal blast sure to do damage to those around it, while the other knocks the bomb aside, attacking the figments even as damage from the other surges about it; scarring its proud and chaotic armor.

Sternhammer Regains his sight in midflight toward the wall. Realizing whats happening he jabs his hand at the ground springing himself into the air. landing on his feet he douses his canteen on his face to stop ther crossive disease that the plague lord spat on him. Looking at Lucian Sternhammer calls out in a deep almost daemonic voice "You shall pay for what you have done!"
charging foward sternhammer brings out both of his swords and yells his battlecry as he jabs at lucian with both swords,one at his abdomen one at his neck.
A large explosion draws the eye to the entrance where you see a lone Dark wolf holding a rocket launcher thats discharging its 2 rocket payload at the oncomming chronosian force. yelling out he calls for the blessing of the god Emperor as he lowers the rocket launcher mhe charges foward toward them melta bomb in one hand chainsword in the other. throwing the melta bomb on a three sec. delay it lands in the heart of the Chronosian mass that blocks the door. The Honor guard, seeing the bravery shown by this lone wolf, join him in his charge agunst the uncountable might of Chronosia. bellowing their warcries they are only strengthened by the call of the 13th Wolfen's battle cry comming from the rear of the Chronosian mass.

The Monastery began to shake as the peak destabilized further and parts of the Monastery crashed down because of the orbital bobardment. The Bionaughts immediatley turned their attention to the unsuspecting enemy Marines and let loose their Assault cannons, Flamers, and Heavy Plasma Cannons onto the enemy. One of the Bionaughts moves at amazing speed to attack the enemy Dreadnaught punching out with it's Powerfist and firing it's Assault Cannon at point blank range. The Dragon Guard used their elemental ability to attempt cleanse the room of the tainted ones. Mercer dodged the enemy fire swiftly as his wounds continued to heal. He called his lightsaber to his hand and ignited its black and crimson blade. He used it as a second weapon and quickly lashed out at Remiel with both weapons cutting at his armor with searing force. He began to focus his mind sensing the movement and flow in the universe able to predict every strike Remiel made.

Many mecha and troops fell to the BloodGorer's assault and one Tallgeese lost it's right arm to the Axe as it watched it crash down onto the enemy lines. The Tallgeese then used their Gats and Heat Rods to attack the remaining enemy troops on the back lines. More troops and Turbo Tanks ran through the Stargate crashing over the enemy lines fring their weapons into the masses of enemies. In space the Battle Barge Sanguinius Gladius and Europae launched four jet black drop pods. Three of the pods landed in the mass of Chronosian forces and eighteen marines rushed out of the pods, these were the Feran Death Squads. Their Chaplains bellowed litanies and the squads surged forward with Bolters and Power Swords in hand engaging the enemy their jet balck and red armor a fearsome sight. At the gates of the Monastery the fourth Drop Pod landed and Chaplain Artas and his Death Squad surged forward to engage the enemy Chronosians fighting side by side with the Wulfen. With that two members of the Dragon Guard split off and engage Remiel and Lucian separately assisting Sternhammer and Mercer as the rest of their brethern engage the Chronosian troops.

In Space the Dratherian Ships suffered many casualties but instead of pulling back any they powered forward firing all weapons foccusing on the enemy ships letting them feel the fury of the Dratherian Navy at full force. The Behemoth took heavy damage and folded space and in it's place came thirty more ships fresh from Nephele. In their numbers were two more Tormentor-class War Carriers and three Pioneer-class War Carriers. The ships fired their main weapons into the enemy forces intent on destroying as many ships as they could.

OOC Yes Chron Mercer is a Jedi Master he's even part of the Scandinavian Jedi Council. Oh and about the damage thing sorry my bad.

OOC: Dratheria, exactly how many troops do you have? Do you even know what 5% of 900 odd million is, because, newsflash, thats the size of your nation, and militaries aren't usually over 5%. Really, the continual and blunting defiance is adorable, but I really doubt you have the prolonged manpower to sustain it. your also ignoring the effects of my fighters, bombers, orbital bombardment (on troops), drop pods, basically most of my majopr assaults.

The Chronosian troops focus their fire upon the entrance; and while dozens are torn apart, seared flesh splattering the steps as the melta bomb goes off, they fight on. Million of Chronosian troops urge forward; relentless, even as hundreds, perhaps thousands fall.

Lucian chuckles softly, the blade scratching across the exposed flesh of his abdomen while he blocks the assault on his neck; forcing backwards as he slams his scythe towards his hated enemies stomach; roaring with daemonic fury, disease flooding from him, everywhere; as plague flies hurtle towards his enemies wounds; the dead already infested...

Remiel and Lucian spin, fighting tooth and nail against multiple foes as the Chronosians surge forward; their lines slamming against the walls of the Monastary, units filtering in to aid them; powersword and plasma pistol in hand. The war is in full swing now; even as dreadnoughts fall, littering the tumult with autocannon fire even in the throngs of their death.

Remiel fights back against Mercer; his very nature unpredictable, his chaotic vocation hiding him from the paths of the universe; from the lures of fate...What else would one expect from a Lord of Chaos?

Countless Chronosian ships explode into firey debris, even as the fleet fights onwards;l surging forth to pentrate the enemy lines; another wave of gravitational weapons and high energy strikes set to rock the enemy; countless fighters rocket forward as the great ships weapons blast forward; like the tolling of great and tyrannous bells. They know that the Dratherians cannot supply many more ships; and now it is simply a matter of wearing them down...

Below, Chronosian Marines engage Dratherians; powerclaws meeting powerfists, powerswords roaring against Chainswords; weapons smoking with the continuous discharge of this bloody battle; the Chronosians shall not leave without their prize; even if it means slaughtering their foes to the man...

*Carius swung his powersword again, shaving muscle from his foe, but not quite wounding it. It's obscene cackles filled him with rage, but his hood battled any attacks on his mind and it was evident that his enemy was frustrated. He emited a blood-curtling roar and slashed several tims at his foe, putting his plasma pistol to bear and fired. The pistol exploded in his hand, showering flame everywhere as he screamed and grasped his opponent with his plasma-doused hand, cluthcing at it's skull.*

*Carius swung his powersword again, shaving muscle from his foe, but not quite wounding it. It's obscene cackles filled him with rage, but his hood battled any attacks on his mind and it was evident that his enemy was frustrated. He emited a blood-curtling roar and slashed several tims at his foe, putting his plasma pistol to bear and fired. The pistol exploded in his hand, showering flame everywhere as he screamed and grasped his opponent with his plasma-doused hand, cluthcing at it's skull.*

OOC: 1) Stop posting my damages and putting everything in absolutes; you can try and wound it, maybe shaving muscle from bone; you can reach to clutch its head, but nothing is definite unless I say so for my characters.

2) The Daemonhost flew away from you; and is unbound, so its all warp energy-ish anyways; its flying away to avoid the Culexus, sending down psychic waves, as indicated in most of my posts since your last one.

I never actually said it made contact with his ruined hand, I said he clutched at it.

That doesn't mean he got it.

Read my posts more carefully.

*Falx shoots at the bad guy.*

Or I can post like this if ity makes you happy.

OOC: Still did the sword thing...That and the thing is in the air, all over the battlefield; so its actually flown away from you.

Read my posts more carefully.

I assumed it was hovering over me.

OOC: Again, read :)

Sternhammer gasps as the flat end of the scythe connects with his gut. Seeing the flies he leans back, kicks the scythe's blade and flips to a safer distance allowing him to swat some of the flys before they reach him. Rolling away to avoid the flies a bit more he pulls out a can of synth-flesh and starts spraying it on his wounds, sealing off the large ones first.
"Pathedic, you cannot kill me yourself so you send these flies to do your dirty work? i cant believe a "primarch" would stoop that low." Sternhammer calls out as the flies that landed on him are squashed bellow his hand.

Tusanco arrives on his command ship's sick bay.
"what is the fleet doing just sitting here? we have guns, USE THEM!" Tucanco winces as the hole in his leg is sanitized. the cannons from the Reken fleet open fire on the entire Chronosian fleet, except the current command vessel.
"open a link to the lead chronosian ship. I am Tusanco of the Reken army, i will allow you to leave this area with your lives if you do so now. If not, i will have no other choice than do destroy you." Tusanco finishes as the transmision is ended.

Lucian chuckles softly; his armored girth crackling with the power of disease; his aura of decay filling the corridor as he advances, a juggernaut; unbelievably fast for his size; he whips out his bolt pistol, sending shells crashing towards Sternhammer, before grasping the scythe and swinging the blade full way towards his stomach.

The Chronosian fleet, already embattled by the Dratherians, loses several more ships to the terrible onslaught, before one of the larger ships turns to view the smaller Reken fleet. The front unfolds, its metallic exterior slipping apart like some fusion of the organic and the artificial; an insane metal flower, opening; revealing the canker in the heart of the rose.

The crackling energies of the immense warp cannons surge and crackle across the weapons system; as it opens fire directly at the Reken fleet; other ships whirl about and unleash their own volleys of missles and torpedoes; another wave of gravitational bombs, and countless blasts of complex energy weapons surge across the void; in search of their enemies.

Vessel of Reken; you have no chance to survive us. We are the Imperium; we blessed of the Dark Gods! You and your foul comrade are but gnats, gnawing at the flesh. We shall destroy you, crush you; we shall annihilate every last trace of your pathetic races. The Doom of Men is here! The Doom of Men are we! The signal goes dead.

"Focus on the lead Reken ship; tear it from the skies; and deploy the Uruks"

"Aye my lord"

Seething black drop ships hurtle through the atmosphere as the armored warriors of the Fighting Uruk-Hai plunge forth; resplendant in their rough hewn dark armor, marked with the symbol of the Eight Pointed Star. Great Scimitars are slammed towards the enemy; bolters go off left and right as the charge begins; berzerkers leap through the fray. Some ran, roaring into the thronging hordes of the enemy; explosives strapped to their bodies; screaming with bolter and scimitar; before bursting into unholy flame, decimating all about them...

Space Marines were needed; but the legions of Uruks, well, they could be spared for full on assaults and suicide charges...

The war was heating up.

OOC: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=381727 just to show where I got the Uruks; and how long I've had 'em

Sternhammer dodges a shell as one chips his remailing sholderpad. watching Lucian swing his scythe harmlessly infrount of himself as sternhammer watches from a safe distance. Grabbing two bolters it unloads both clips at Lucian.

The Honorguard holding their own agunst the chronosian front are held at bay. The 13th Wolfen countinue their slaughter of the chronosian backlines as the heavy plasma gun unloads on any oncomming chronosians attempting to join the ones entering the monastery.

The Eversor had been eventually cut down, but not before taking down a large number of Chaos minions, both while alive and as they died.

The Culexus continued harrassing the Daemonhost and other agents of Chaos.

Two of the Vindicare had been slain through simple mass fired, the remaining one began targetting the Uruks, the rounds ripping through them.

Lucian stumbles back, hissing as the bullets tearing into him, before slammign his scythe towards his foe; fighting with every ounce of superhuman strength, as his bolter goes off again and again, forced towards his foes torso. He lunges at him, grunting, blood seeping from his wounds; even as the ichors of nurgle sear them shut with disease and sores; bringing hissed sighs from his worn lips.

Outside; it is a vision of hell. Countless Uruks are torn apart by the plasma gouts and the bullets of the assassins; the daemon's roar and bellow in the skies above; waves of coruscating psychic force crackling about them as they dive and flit. The assassins claim more and Uruks; even as they hurl themselves into the massers of the crowd to detonate.

The backlines rally against the Wulfen; a wall of flesh and blood, armor and steel; weapons and black death for their foes. Self destructing Uruks hurl themselves at the wolfmen; others stab forth with great scimitars and broadswords, crackling with occultish rune. Bolters, plasma weapons, all manner of weapons fire directed; focussed upon them, as the Chronosian advances surges forth against the honor guard; even as dozens of men are torn down left and right.

Bolter shells riddle the walls of the monastary; brick and mortar crumbling to dust as they advance. The unholy legions; reinforced over and over again, surge forward; unchallenged, unstoppable...

The Imperial Guard positions further back, pound the Reken/Dratherian lines with Basilisk fire; as Leman Russ tanks, Predators, Chimera's, Whirlwinds and even the occasional roaring hulk of a defiler advance upon their enemies lines; the skies alive with lascannon and cannon fire...

Fighters and bombers continue their assault; whirring and screaming against their airborne foes, while disgorging death onto those below them; a weapons blast tears through ones wing, the facility shaking as it ploughs into and through the stairs...

As the boltershells chip away at Sternhammer's armor he throws a handfull of mini grenades at lucians stomach wound. taking the scythe in the side as it is too fast for him this time. Sternhammer, bracing the scythe's blade, he brings his chainsword down onto the shaft with all his might.

The Wolfen take manny casualties and wounds from the Uruk attacks. now being attacked on two fronts, they assault the isolated one, the marines in the doorway. Not completely ignoring the other front the heavy plasma cannon shoots the Uruks as the area of the Uruks is filled with rockets exploding on contact with the ground amoung the Uruks. Looking up the wolfen controlling the heavy plasma gun recieves the comm -I figured you could use the help- just as he locates the encampment of rocket launchers that already have returned to shooting the chronosian backlines.

several dropships of the 101st swooped low over the battlfield... rounds impacted on the armour of the craft, causing a ping to resonate through the troop transport of the craft...

"Right" Roared the drill sgt "This is the plan, we move down the side of the monastry on ropes, and go through the Stained glass windows, once inside we secure the area, and prepare for a counter attack... got that you maggots?"

"HOOHAA!" came the roaring reply

"Ok 101st... Mount up"

the 101st troopers stood up, and connected their grav chute lines to the rail...

"101st Are you happy?!"

"HOOHAA!" came the reply

"Do you want to live for ever?!" It was a retoricle question because moments later the light went green, and the sgt bellowed the signal to go...

"GO GO GO GO!"

troopers began to leap out, their grav chutes opening, letting them decend on controlled vector, the battle below was impressive, kas'rkin troopers clutched their hellguns, as they soared towards the roof of the monastry...

with a thump the first few troopers landed on the roof, they disengaged the grav chutes, and waited for the other troopers...

minutes passed and soon the 30 man squad was on the roof, and getting ready for the next phase...

many black ropes were connected to the roof, with a stud that was fired into the roof to ensure the lines were secure.

"Ok 101st, the windows are about 80 feet below us, its going to be a quick decent, so no time to look at the scenery, as your buddy is going to be right above you... ok?.. GO GO GO!" the drill sgt spoke, then roaring the command to begin the next phase


Troopers began speeding down the lines, using a specialy designed grip that allowed them to control their decent, enough so they could manage it safely, the troopers train to do this on a regular basis, so it was second nature to them.

the first trooper reached the window, he set his hellgun to the highest setting, and prepared to smash the window...

"This is TK421.. Ready to go"

"understood"

a few moments passed and the rest of the unit was ready...

"GO GO GO !"

each stained glass window in the monastry exploded in a shower of glass, the 101st kas'rkin elite came through the window feet first, the continued through on their lines, their feet impacting down on the ground hard, instantly they disconected from their lines and took up firing positions behind cover and other objects...

"Commander this is TK421... Some ones beaten us to the monastry"

spoke to trooper as he watched the marines battle it out with each other, swinging blows left and right, ducking and dodging... cutting and parrying...

This is the Imperium; 101st! We ask only what aid you can give us; and offer in return a place at our side and a share of the spoils. Cleanse the enemies of the Imperium; destroy Tuscano and his half-breeds; cleanse the Dratherian Xenos; see in us the purity of man and all he can attain through the glory of embracing power!

While Uruks explode and Marines are torn asunder by rockets and plasma, the onslaught still continues; the Marines in the doorway whirl madly; slamming chainswords and bolters against their insidious and twisted enemies; before plunging headfirst into the fray; from behind them, continually heavy fire pounds at the enemy; and the Uruks and Marines surge forward; a wave; a great cleansing wave of bodies and flesh, and blood...

Lucian deflects some of the grenades but others explode, searing flesh, cauterising wounds; the walls about him black with smoke; his armor smoking and seared as he drives his entire weight onto the scythe; which holds against the Chainsword.

"Manreaper is made of stronger stuff than that, my friend" He hissed, then bellows like a wounded animal; forcing his body against the shaft; driving forth with the scythe, as he forces it deeper...

The 101st troopers, stormed towards the door of the monastry, taking up firing positions and moving with absolute professionalism, they waited until the rest of the unit had arrived before pushing out of the door and into the fray, hell guns began spitting death at the enemies of Chronosium Imperiam..

a bolter round hammered into a trooper taking him off his feet... a smoking hole lay in his chest...

stormtroopers threw krak grenades at marines, and other storm troopers concentrated fire onto marines, their hellguns on the highest setting...

above orbit, the 101st fleet diverted their fire upon the ships of Tuscano... salvos of torpedoes being fired from the forward torpedo bays, the bombers of the 101st were launched from carriers, their target tuscano's ship.. they had their orders... destroy tuscano and his half breeds... and the filth of the Dratherian army... they understood what they had to do now.. the Chronosium Imperium had given the 101st a clear sense of purpose and now they were following it...

The Chronosian ships, finally reinforced, opened fire with full bursts of cannon, turbo laser, ion cannon; torpedoes and missles filling the air as they pounded at the Dratherian and Reken fleets; several ships had been destroyed; but now countless more volleys of weapons fire annointed the void. Great crackling arcs of warp energy roared through space, rippling its very fabric as they were hurled forth at their enemies; The Chronosian fought with zealous intent; sending their black boarding pods screaming across the void towards their enemies.

They would be sundered from without and within...

101st; maintain defensive formation with the Chronosian fleet; we shall protect you as we deal death to our enemies. Let us die now or live forever!

OOC Oh and Chron 500 of those ships are upkept by Reken and I'm Rping them for him.

Mercer blocks and parries although Remiel was unpredictable Mercer was True Jedi and could watch his mind move and work although it was horrible to watch it gave him the edge he needed and he continued to cut away at Remiel.

The strikes rocked the fleet destroying many ships but only half the fleet was launched to protect the President although not many more could be spared they would do so to punish the heretic 101st. They had betrayed the Emperor and now they would pay for it. Shieldships pulled forward and activated their Gravitational shielding to the fore of the fleet and the Reken fleet. These heretics would not go unpunished. Commander Jartha commed the lead 101st ship and said, "We wish not to fire on you but you leave us no other choice. It is by the Emperor's will that we do this. If I had my way then I would try to save you. We give you a chance to redempt and you will be spared. If you don't then we will give you a second chance then we will destroy you." Another fleet folded space and their sole target was the 101st fleet. The fleet continued to pound away at the Chronosians more fiercly and powerfully than they had the first war with the Chronosians. They would not succumb to them and would win. The ships fired every weapon available to them blasting at the Chronosian fleets. Their ships bristled with Ion Cannons, Turbolasers, Mass Drivers, Anti-matter weaponry, Torpedo tubes, and the like.

On the surface few Chaos Marines got through the lines of defense and what few did were attacked by the defense line guarding the Monastery which was covered with artillery and weapons emplacements. The lines firing Ion weapons and Plasma weapons. Hundreds of troops fell but there were millions to take their place and they would come for as long as necessary.

In the Monastery Interphaser portals open up and twenty squads surge forth with one thing on their mind, to punish the Heretics. Bolter and Sidium round fired at their weak chests. The Dratherians surged forward engaging Chaos Marines and their former brethern, the 101st. Although it pained them to do so it was by the Emperor's will. Three more Bionaughts entered through the portals and the four Bionaughts attacked the throngs of enemies with Assault Cannon, Heavy Flamer, and Plasma Cannons. The lone Death Squad dived further into the fray intent on destroying the Heretics.

The Dratherian fighters outnumbered the 101st fighters and bombers 6 to 1 and swiftly engaged them with superior weaponry. These were the finest pilots available and they began to cleanse the space of the filth.

On Dratheria

Many of the Traitor commanders and captians had been ressurected and were being brutally tortured for information. Each time they died they were brought back to life to be tortured again till they broke and gave all the information they had. Inquisitors, Powerful Dratherian Psykers, and torture masters tortured them.

the Captain of the lead retribution battleship the Doomhammer responded to the Comm...

"Your Emperor deserted us in our time of need, your Imperium Left us to the mercy of the Necrons, Your Imperium blinded us with lies and promise of greater things... Chronosia gave us a guiding light, came to our assistance... showed us a path to greater glory... they opened our eyes... and we are thankfull... "

the entire 101st fleet present returned fire upon the ships that hammered the Retribution battleships..

the Carriers began disgorging more fighters in an effort to even the odds..

fights flew left and right, ducking under battleships and past floating debry, the dratherian fighters may have superior weaponry but the fighters of the 101st were more manouverable... they darted left and right, covering the bombers as best they could..

one fighet exploded in a ball of fire... the dratherian craft being showered in debry as it pulled up and out of the fire ball...

so far the bombers had been relativly untouched, only 2 had been destroyed and 1 damaged limping towards its target..

soon the fighter melee was joined by more fighters of the 101st...

Planetside, the 101st had taken up a defensive position they were dug in behind piles of rubble and collapsed coloums

a bolter round smashed into the chest of a trooper, he fell to the ground but his armour held and he returned to his feet, krak and frag grenades went off left and right, exploding in a shower of sparks and shrapnel..

a 101st drop ship roared overhead, its side gunners firing into the ranks of marines below...

hellgun fire shot out all over the field...

a stormtrooper fell, a bolter round impacting on his visor, there was a dull thud as the round exploded ricocheing off the inside of his helmet...

On Dratheria

Many of the Traitor commanders and captians had been ressurected and were being brutally tortured for information. Each time they died they were brought back to life to be tortured again till they broke and gave all the information they had. Inquisitors, Powerful Dratherian Psykers, and torture masters tortured them.

OOC: None of my men will break to you; a civilisation where pain is all you know has its benefits :)

IC:

The Traitors roared and bellowed; the nerves of Lucian's horde too dead to feel, the servants of Remiel groaning in obscene pleasure and begging their captors for more. They savored every torture and torment; each and every mental violation or physical degradation. Each punishment enduced pleasure in them, humanity transcendant; Humanity glorified and altered.

"More, More...Give us more, pretty ones; we'll scream and scream but never tell; give us more. We savor your sweet perversions; little ones, give us what we desire..."

OOC Oh and Chron 500 of those ships are upkept by Reken and I'm Rping them for him.

Mercer blocks and parries although Remiel was unpredictable Mercer was True Jedi and could watch his mind move and work although it was horrible to watch it gave him the edge he needed and he continued to cut away at Remiel.

The strikes rocked the fleet destroying many ships but only half the fleet was launched to protect the President although not many more could be spared they would do so to punish the heretic 101st. They had betrayed the Emperor and now they would pay for it. Shieldships pulled forward and activated their Gravitational shielding to the fore of the fleet and the Reken fleet. These heretics would not go unpunished. Commander Jartha commed the lead 101st ship and said, "We wish not to fire on you but you leave us no other choice. It is by the Emperor's will that we do this. If I had my way then I would try to save you. We give you a chance to redempt and you will be spared. If you don't then we will give you a second chance then we will destroy you." Another fleet folded space and their sole target was the 101st fleet. The fleet continued to pound away at the Chronosians more fiercly and powerfully than they had the first war with the Chronosians. They would not succumb to them and would win. The ships fired every weapon available to them blasting at the Chronosian fleets. Their ships bristled with Ion Cannons, Turbolasers, Mass Drivers, Anti-matter weaponry, Torpedo tubes, and the like.

On the surface few Chaos Marines got through the lines of defense and what few did were attacked by the defense line guarding the Monastery which was covered with artillery and weapons emplacements. The lines firing Ion weapons and Plasma weapons. Hundreds of troops fell but there were millions to take their place and they would come for as long as necessary.

In the Monastery Interphaser portals open up and twenty squads surge forth with one thing on their mind, to punish the Heretics. Bolter and Sidium round fired at their weak chests. The Dratherians surged forward engaging Chaos Marines and their former brethern, the 101st. Although it pained them to do so it was by the Emperor's will. Three more Bionaughts entered through the portals and the four Bionaughts attacked the throngs of enemies with Assault Cannon, Heavy Flamer, and Plasma Cannons. The lone Death Squad dived further into the fray intent on destroying the Heretics.

The Dratherian fighters outnumbered the 101st fighters and bombers 6 to 1 and swiftly engaged them with superior weaponry. These were the finest pilots available and they began to cleanse the space of the filth.

Thousands of fighters roared up from the atmosphere of Baal, weapons roaring in blasphemous support for their new allies; roaring as they pounded the enemy fighters with fire. The Chronosian ships, some succumbing to the enemy onslaught; continued to focuss their fire; countless weapons systems roaring as they sought to save the 101st from their black fate. Nothing would stop the Chronosians this day; Nothing!

Millions stood ready to avenge each guardsman, uruk or MArine that fell to the Dratherians; no matter who they were, they would die. Hellguns and lasgun fire roared in the air; missles and bolter shells filled the skies; the roar of chainsword and axe; the howl of powersword. The Imperium fought on; a hellish army, a bloodsoaked and bloodlusting army yhat knew not the word surrender, nor fear.

Remiel chuckled; swords scratching across his armor; as he parried on blow and took another, stepping back softly; his daemonblade howled; the spear roared; and he lashed forward; the seething power of both weapons striking again and again at the Dratherian. The walls shook, cracks appearing in the mortar at the power these two beings emitted. Remiel had his mind closed; forcing false information to his foe; a left for every right; a strike for every parry; a defence for every offence. He would not defeat him; not here. He would claim his glorious prize...

Men of the 101st; today is a day of mourning; a day when the enemy is to be hunted and cleansed. They call you heretics; they tear at your men. I, I call you brothers, for if you were not my brothers of the sword; why would I offer you so much? We can bring you power, influence; and most importantly, vengeance. The Blood God cries out for revenge; for repayment of the blood debt they have invoked. We will aid you, each step of the way

Each trooper behind the defenses heard this message, each one was suddenly overcome by an overwhelming urge to spill the blood of their enemies... each one's sight filled with a rage uncontrollable... each ones heart raced with exhileration at the stench of blood.. each ones ears rang with the sounds of battle... each one savioured every scream... every tearing of flesh... every slice of bone... every crushing blow to the skull... each one drew his bayonet... each one dropped their rifles... each one stood up and roared...

"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!"

then charged headlong into the enemy..

bolter fire hammered into the suddenly advancing unit.. one was caught in the abdomen... but he didnt stop.. the round exploded wounding him more... but some insane resolve possessed him... he through himself at a marine... jumping on his back... clawing and stabbing at the marines neck... trying tear his head from his shoulders..

other did the same... a few guardsmen were taking down by head shots... but others wounded kept going... they jumped and clawed at marines... despite their size and strength difference, the guardsmen fought with an uncontrollable lust for blood, they would spill it today, be it their own or their enemies they cared not only for the lust of battle and the roar of defiance....

"SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!" came the roar as the guardsmen hacked and tore at their enemies...

Manny warp years away from Baal, Naaman stands on the bridge of a old Dratherian ship.
"If it wasnt for these fold drives i would scrap every one of these damn ships. Open a Transmition to the lead ship of the 101st hellborne, I have a message for them." Naaman looks to each side as the famlies of the 101st's leaders are filed in by figments. "you have turned from the ways of good and now your famlies blood shall be forfit, If you do not repent now."

Back at Baal

Manny more Dark Wolves fall to the chronosian blades Sternhammer recieves the comm - Initiate operation Hotel Echo Lima Lima- Sternhammer nodds as he relays the message from Tusanco to all units that are affected by it.

Hundreds of Dropships fill the sky laying heavy fire onto the chronosians as they reach the ground. Darkwolves pile in without stopping fighting. manny more fighters fill the sky drawing fire away from the dropships as they return to their ships.

Ten figments arrive at Sternhammer's side along with two ogryns as he nods at them and they along with the remaining darkwolves, honor guard and 13th wolfen fill the last dropships, still fighting off the attacks of the uruks, lucian and chronosian marines.

Lucian and Remiel nod; moving back towards the other door; littering the area with plasma and blight grenades as they retreat. Down they go; plunging into the darkness of the monastary. The Chronosians surge into the room to fight against Sternhammer, Mercer and their minions; even as countless in their lines fall; they fight because their masters tell them to; because it is their duty to defend the Master's.

Outside, rockets and heavy explosives; coupled with an orbital bombardment shatter the areas around the Dratherian teleport inhibitors; to free up at least some of the battlefield. Drop ships roaring from the heavens; Marines pouring out to aid in the final assault; even as they are torn down by the ravenous enemy. Terminators advance on the monastary and its great entrance hall, now mauled. The Imperium fought with savagery and brutality.

The Imperium vessels moved between the Dratherian vessels and the planet and continued to pound at the enemy ships; surging forward to meet them; concentrating on the largest ships; focussing their power.

The body of Rafen has disappeared in the tumult; taken by the insidious agents of Chaos; dragged and paraded through the enemy moshpits and armies; carried and beaten; his armor torn apart; his exposed corpse dissapearing into a dropship.

Now, as they plunge into the darkness, they move to locate and secure the Geneseed; and to get off this wretched rock; this world so precious to the Dratherians that they have set so many of their own to the flame.

OOC This take place right before Chron's post.

IC
Chaplain Artas called the Spear to him as it recognized a true member of the Blood Angels. Chaplain quickly left with the Spear to the Europae.

The Dratherians used their Interphasers and evacuated to the ships and what ones didnt left through the Stargate which closed behind the last of the troops every ally evacuated with them. Mercer flew by and caught Falx and boarded a Thunderhawk with him. No ally was left behind. Everyone was gone leaving the 101st and Chronosians alone on the planet. But the Stargate dialed up again this time dialing to P3W-451. It was here that a Stargate opened to a black hole. The time dialation effect making time pass slower on the surface every minute was a day in orbit. The Dratherian ships folded as one peppering space with torpedoes, mines, and bombs. Making it so any fleeing ship would be heavily damaged.

"Men-" The captain hissed, watching the effects of the insidious alien artifact on the world. "I want that thing out of my sight; now...Destroy the gate"

The Weapons of the Imperium readied; as a warp cannon blast hurtled forth, on the same angle as the event horizon as the gate, hoping that such an attack would destroy it. The power surge; striking the gate what seems like hours later on the planet, crackles through the gate; the energy surge causing the gate to jump to another location; much as one on Earth had one time or another...

The Imperium breathed a sigh of relief as Remiel and Lucian approached; pausing; scanners penetrating the doorway.
"There is nothing between us and our goal"

ooc:sternhammer left with the last of the darkwolves. and the ogryns and the Hotel Echo Lima Lima is filling the room of the gene seed with high density explosives and acouple of my terra cotta bombs. They will be detonated when the door opens. have fun :D

OOC This is the end of the thread. Seeya all later.

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The Stargate engulfed anything that got near to it sucking up everything into the black hole even sucking up the nearby Monastery.

OOC: Since you never Rped doing that; I don't have to accept it :) Thanks for that Reken :)

IC: Remiel and Lucian finally entered the geneseed store; and began the arduous task of collecting it; 30% remained; and the samples they took were more than enough to complete their research. They began the trek up to the surface; as the Chronosian Navy sent down immense ships, securing the area and the stargate. A commander ran his hand along it.

"In time, we will learn to control this Xeno artifact; but for now; we have what we came for. Prepare the men to return home; give medals to every man of the 101st; We have victory! At great cost; we have victory!"

OOC: I have now left the thread; thankfully, and finally. Thanks to all the good RPers. Reken and Drath; you really need to avoid playing to win, people lose eyes with such wank as that :) I repeat, I am formally divorced from this thread. Bye all!

OOC You didnt RP getting off the planet bye-bye.

IC
Although it was a suicide mission the Shadow Star II sitting above the battlefield after using a fold ring to get there fired it's mighty weapon upon the planet annihalating it all the people on the planet would see was a large beam of energy aimed for the battlefield. This was the end.

The surge disabled the teleporters as the planet was sundered from the opposite side; the Chronosian fleet being on the side with the Monastary. As the waves of cosmic destruction shattered the world; the Inhibitors failed; Remiel, Lucian and the geneseed; all too precious to lose; found themselves upon the ships of the Imperium; alive, shaken; battle scarred and near death; the planets destruction taking its toll on the Lords of Chaos.

Below, each and every remaining Marine, Guardsman and piece of technical equipment was lost; a sad and yet willing price for the survival of what mattered most.

tearing into the warp; the fleet headed for home; their comrades deaths heavy on their hearts....they would be avenged.

"Considering you decided not to repent, your people shall pay the price." Naaman states as the old dratherian ship unleashes a salvo of terra cotta bombs ( it contains the bubonic plague that is hyper accelerated to take affect within hours) onto the populace of the kraven's homeoworld.

OOC: Man I'm late!!! Sorry guys, I've been on holiday for two weeks! (I do realise that I'm not meant to OOC so don't warn me, I have brains unlike some people who's names remind me of 'time'). Also, forgive any errors in this, I didn't have time to read 27 pages!

IC: The Nids had suffered greatly from the original fight, but this was to be expected. The Hive Mind had only sent this fast, yet easily beatable force, to distract from it's latest weapon. The Hive Mind actually had little knowledge of this new force, but the semi-Hive Mind that controlled it had left clear attack signals for this planet.

This new force was in fact the latest strand in the Nid evolutionary ladder. The were Ork-Nids (not the flowers! :p ) They had come into existance when a small team of genestealers had tried to take the genes from other species. They found an ork first. Unfortunately for them, they could not properly extract the best genes from their host so ended up with the weaknesses of orks as well as strengths, even though they had improved. This might explain why they lost they battle severely, the Broodlord and remaining genestealers were blasted apart by Tau gunfire. However, the Tau did not know that this released a great many Ork-Nid reproduction spores and that by blasting apart the Broodlord, they had made the battle against the Great Green Devourer a lot harder.

Which brings me to the current Onid force on the planet. Led by a brilliant mix of Ork Nob and Nid Carnifex, Xenoger was one of the strongest things around. His mob consisted of hand-picked individuals that would be able to solve any problems they came across. He had the best of any combination between Orks and Nids (or simply the best Onids) around and much more... (FEAR THEM!)

BOLLOCKS! Maybe I should have read that this thread had closed! Ooops!

The Onids looked around but could not find anybody. So they all sat down, stretched and claimed the planet for all Onid kind!

OOC: Well, Baal just got nuked; but amazing idea; the green product of Leviation! Way to go Kryptman! Go invade Ultramar :P

"Considering you decided not to repent, your people shall pay the price." Naaman states as the old dratherian ship unleashes a salvo of terra cotta bombs ( it contains the bubonic plague that is hyper accelerated to take affect within hours) onto the populace of the kraven's homeoworld.

(OOC: This is ignored, virus bombing my HOMEWORLD in 3 lines is not an example of good Rp'ing, considering the entire 101st fleet of well over 3000 ships of all classes are sat there, and the 101st battlefleet over baal was only 6 ships...)

*Falx carved the remaining mush out of the demon's head he trophied and smiled broadly. He walked up to mercer and presented the head.*

"Take this as a present for aiding us, we'll begin to allow you use of all Government-owned space-stations. You'll have free use of our new MAC guns. We will not forget what you've done Brother-Mercer."

*Falx carved the remaining mush out of the demon's head he trophied and smiled broadly. He walked up to mercer and presented the head.*

"Take this as a present for aiding us, we'll begin to allow you use of all Government-owned space-stations. You'll have free use of our new MAC guns. We will not forget what you've done Brother-Mercer."

OOC: Lol, you never even RPed killing it. Matter of fact, last I saw of you was you getting dragged off by Mercer ;)

You can make up that you killed a Daemon; but the twins are fine :P :)

YOU RP'd one of the twins dying...

OOC: No, it faded out because it was injured; and then I freed them from their flesh, which kinda destroyed the host body anyways; shameful waste. The point is; if you read the post; it simply faded out. :) I grant you the head of a lesser daemon, perhaps a possessed marine, for your trophy; but not the twins; they have an cycle to play a part in...

NOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Any ideas how to kill 'em?

:D :mp5:

ummm

Did we win?

Technically we both did....Except I lost almost 2 entire legions :P
Still, I gained new allies, got the Geneseed...

OOC: I have now left the thread; thankfully, and finally. Thanks to all the good RPers. Reken and Drath; you really need to avoid playing to win, people lose eyes with such wank as that :) I repeat, I am formally divorced from this thread. Bye all!

OOC: I'm with Chron here, play like a man, I'm gone.

OOC See ya'll here's my last post.

IC
Scout ships still scoured the Ultima Segmentum looking for precious gene-seed ready to report back to their commanders when some was found.