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This RP starts just after the Space Hulk battle. Thread here: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=410648

To conclude it, the Space Hulk was secured by Gronde and THR forces. However, the Fallen Goddess was allowed to escape.

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Chapter One: The Master's retribution

Kalgar's Throne-Room, 36 hours after the Space Hulk's capture.

At the far end of the massive throne-room, Lord-and-Master Kalgar sat at a large throne that he rarely found himself in. He looked weary, his hands in his wavy black hair. The wall behind his throne was occupied by 2 Space Marines clad in Terminator armor. The two walls adjacent to his were each lined with Space Marines in silver armor. They bore the emblem of Gronde, as did the Terminators. Standing inconspicuously on either side of the entry-way were two Space Marines with black robes over their armor. They bore the symbols of the Dark Empire's inquisition. There was a tense, though undefinable, mood in the room. This was reiterated by the forced silence.

The silence was finally broken by the sound of the metal double doors swinging open and hitting the wall. Two resoundly different figures entered the chamber. One was yet another space marine, though the markings on his armor indicated that he was of a much higher rank. The second figure was that of a normal man, in Gronde Naval dress. They were Chapter Master Kalath of the 3rd Marine Chapter and Supreme Admiral Enjire IV of the Imperial Alpha Navy. They walked up to Kalgar's throne, bowed, and then stood at attention. All eyes were on Kalgar now. His normal friendly and comfortable expression had been replaced by a look of supressed disgust and distain. There was an obvious vibe of fear and respect comming from the two new arivals towards Kalgar.

Kalgar stood up and walked down to his two trusted officers. He stood before them in waiting silence, as if anticipating an explanation that would never come. After several uncomfortable moments of silence, Kalath spoke up.

"You summoned us, my lord?" asked Kalath. Kalgar turned to the Space Marine and took a deep breath.

"Yes, I did," affirmed Kalgar. "And do you, by any chance, know why I summoned you?" Kalath was stunned for a moment but quickly hid his confusion.

"Surely, you wish to know the status of the Space Hulk we captured," the Marine commander suggested, trying to look as casual as possible. Kalgar's expression now bore the faintest suggestion of a clever smile. He had just though of a new way to approach this situation.

"Yes, of coarse," replied Kalgar. "I was greatly interested when I got you message regarding this matter. You have secured it, correct?" Enjire appeared as though he wanted to interject, but he waited his turn.

"Affirmative, the Space Hulk was captured and transported into Great Forge space," said Kalath. "The mission was a success, most definately worth the expended capital." Kalath seemed to be feeling slightly more comfortable now.

"I see. So what resistance did you encounter while trying to claim this massive structure in neutral space?" Inquired kalgar.

"A small group of ships arrived from a faction known as Mini Miehm, as well as some Chronosian Chaos forces," explained Kalath. "Fortunately, due to our own ingenuity and the Help of some Indra Prime Temporal craft, these threats were dealt with swiftly."

"Very good," complimented Kalgar. "However, you logs state that, later in the engagement, you joined forces with Mini Miehm. Why is this?"

"There were several platoons of Miehm infantry on the Hulk," answered Kalath. "We went in after them, but we decided to unite to fight a greater threat--" Kalath tried to stop himself, but he knew that it was too late.

"You mean the fallen?" asked Kalgar in a coldness that was unlike him.

"Yes, there were fallen ships in the sector of space, but we routed them."

"Then why would you need the help of Miehm infantry?" Kalgar's voice was slightly louder and contained a hint of anger.

"We needed manpower to repel Chosen landings in the Hulk," kalath attempted to explain. It would be no use now.

"Wrong!" exclaimed Kalgar, his anger becomming slightly more evident now. "You offered the Mini Miehm infantry forces an alliance before any Fallen asualt teams had even been launched from their ships."

"But, my lord. We always like to plan ahea--"

"Silence!" Kalgar strode up to the once proud marine. "You needed their help to dispatch of the Fallen's "goddess." Is that correct?"

"But what is wrong?" Kalath asked desperately. "We united to fight a common enemy?"

"There is nothing wrong with that," said Kalgar. "However, you then made a deal with the common enemy and allowed them to rescue their supposed goddess." Kalath made an attempt to save himself.

"But we were simply trying to save the lives of your men," kalath tried to explain. "We wanted to avoid more bloodshed and simply capture the Hulk."

"But you are a warrior, as are Gronde's marines," concluded kalgar. His anger was obvious, though it was not explosive. "And as such, you never allow the enemy to secure their object. And you NEVER help them do it! Do you have any idea what you have done? Not only have you committed treason, you have allowed the greatest threat to our ally, Corpsac, to escape." Kalgar stopped and took deep breath. He almost looked sad now.

"But my lord--" tried kalath, but he was cut off.

"And what's worse, is you knew that. You allowed you greed to come before you loyalty."

"Master Kalgar," Kalath said weakly. "Forgive me..."

"It's out of my hands this time." Kalgar motioned to something behind Kalath. Before the marine could react, the two Dark Empire inquisitors were upon him. He let out a cry of pain when an inquisitor admistered him an electric shock. He was dragged from the room. Kalgar then turned to Enjire who was now on his knees before him.

"I have failed you, Kalgar," Admiral Enjire confessed. He held his plasma pistol towards Kalgar. "Please, execute me, let me die with honor."

"No, old friend," kalgar said with a hint of resentfullness. "Such an honor is not deserved by you."

"But--"

"Get out of my sight!" Kalgar turned from Enjire, leaving hims to walk shamefully out the door. Two marines closed them after him. This had not been a good day. There were not likely to be many good days in the future either. Kalgar took another deep breath.


ooc> Next: The Masters of Cybertech.

The screams filled the halls of the monastery outside the Capital city of the Gronde Empire, the embassy of the Dark Empire.

The Traitor was being tutured, tested and so forth to find out if he had been tanted. 2 Terminators stood outside the door both black Helmets and the rest of the armor gray with the black robes over the top. The DE inquisition mark, the Cross with a blood tear and the fallen Eye behind it.

The door opened and the 2 Inquisitors that picked him up from the Throne room walked out. Both wiping blood from there hands but no longer in there power armor but in only the black robes with hoods up.

"so Brother Inquistor Wrath, is he indeed tanted"

"yes, there is to ways about it brother inquisor Telac, he must be punished acordingly." Wrath replyed.

"vary well, i will summon the others now then it is nearly sun set." Telac replyed turning away to inform the others.

A few hours late the inquisitor munks were standing outside, the traitor draged out while he draged on his back a Black Metal gothic Cross. Once he was infront of the monks he droped the cross, 2 Inquistors in Terminator Armor forced him to the ground one held him there the other hammered in the nails.

"Brother Chapter Master Kalath of the 3rd Marine Chapter of the Gronde Imperium, you have been tested for your crime agenst the Holy order. the highest Crime of all, Betrayal of yours can not be forgiven." Wrath said "you have also been judged to have been found tainted by the Fallen, for this you will die a slow and painful death."

Kalath said nothing but staired into the sky, Wrath looked at him then nodded to the terminators. Suddenly they picked up the cross and faced it towards the falling sun(s), Kalath Screamed at first as his body wight pushed the nails in his wrists up forceing them to move in the wounds and the nail in his leg to support his entire body putting massive amounts of pressor onto the wounded area.
The Terminators lifted the Cross high into the air then slamed it into the ground then letting it go to stand on its own.

"if you are alive in 1 of this worlds months you will have proven you are clean of the stench of the fallen and given blessing by your prists befor a mercyful death is bestowed apon you. if not it proves you were infact the traitor." Wrath said.

At that the others turned and walked away to leave him, in away he was a warning to all betray and face a fate of suffering. All who visited would see him, in the dead of night they would hear him as the nails broke the bones or infected the cuts.

"contact the Empress, inform her that Dahaka is free and that the war has started." Wrath said to the Pysker "we have work to do, we have the stench of Fallen to peruge, contact Kelgar inform him we will test all who where at the incedent."

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The Masters of Cybertech

One week later.

The Homeworld of Cybertech Defence Industries looked like a sprawling industrial metropolis. The 200 million people that lived there all had a job in keeping the world functioning day and night. Surrounding the planet was a military presence second only the the homeworld of Gronde itself. Cybertech Defence Ind. was allowed to construct their own private military to protect their international trade exploits. It has sinse grown far larger than anyone had anticipated, three full branches. However, their head CEO Heinrich Von Rictor has come to the aid of Kalgar and the Great Forge more than once, so they were allowed to keep their fleets.

In one of the largest building on the planet, Heinrich Von Rictor sat behind a desk with his fiance Lydian Sakai standing next to him. They looked quite different from eachother. They were both in good physical shape, but Heinrich had blonde hair and blue eyes while Lydian had black hair and brown eyes. Both were reading something on Heinrich's computer.

"So our request to form another branch of Cybertech defence forces was denied by the council?" asked Lydian.

"So it would seem," answered Heinrich, looking at the message on his computer screen.

"So what are we going to do now?" said Lydian. "We don't possess the military capability to perform our coup, and now it's only a matter of time before the council realizes what we are up to. We're doomed." Lydian looked at her fiance, who didn't appear half as worried as she did. "And how can you be so calm about this?" she demanded.

"My dear," he replied with a slight smile on his face. "When have I not had a plan?" Lydian sighed, but could not shake her feeling of dread just yet.

"Well then, what is it?" Lydian inquired. "Especially with Corpsac out on a witch hunt..."

"Ah, but it is because of Corpsac that we can succeed," Heinrich declared. Lydian looked confused, an expression that did not match her appearance.

"Just what do you mean?" And then, as if on cue, a knock came from the door on the other side of the room.

"Well, I made a few deals," he said. "It would appear that another group wants there to be a "change in leadership" in Corpsac/Gronde as much as we do. And they have allies is..."important" places." The door opened and the form of High Admiral Michael Heartman, head of the Colonial Navy, entered the room. He looked a little more pale than usuall and dysplayed the symbol of the fallen

"My love," Lydian said, kissing him on the cheek. "Why do I ever doubt you?" She left the room from the side door. Heinrich turned to face Michael with a statesmen's smile.

"So, let us get down to business." The doors slammed shut.


ooc> We wont need to RP that, its all implied.

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Master Ventress of the 3rd Gronde Space Marine Chapter Ventress thought with a smile. It was overwhelming, even for a marine. Just a week ago, he was mearly a sargent. He was promoted to captian after his stellar performance in the Space Hulk. That was only the beginning, however. During the Dark Empire's purging of the chapter due to the taint of the fallen, the leader of his division, and then his legion, were taken. They went along with several squads worth of space marines and the leaders from a few of the other divisions. There were also a large number of The Horned Rat infantry units captured and purged, though the council of 13 continued to deny their existance. Ventress was one of the few marines to come in contact with Dahaka and not show signs of taint.

He moved up several ranks and placed in command of his legion. This on its own was an amazing feat. However, it was later released that Chapter Master Kalath himself was taken by the Dark Empire. Following their traditions, even in this time of turmoil for the chapter, they began the great trials. Each Legion Master competed in a series of trials to determine who would proceed Kalath. Ventress didn't know how he did it, but after an entire day of harsh physical and mental trials, he came out on top. He was named the new Chapter Master.

Ventress sat at his new throne, still flabbergasted by the entire thing. How could he, a marine who was a sargent a week before, command and entire chapter? Especially now that a major rebuilding effort of the 3rd chapter would need to be put forward. Ventress held the chapter's sword with pride and fear. He just needed time to think.

ooc> Corpsac: remember him? He was in the Space Hulk thread. Lol.

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Enjire sat in his sleeping room aboard his flag-ship. His brow was stained with cold sweat and there were dark rings around his eyes. How had he allowed it to happen? Such a great honor, and amazing accomplishment, turned into the greatest shame just because he did not challenge the Space Marine's judgement. Why had he sat idly by? He knew it was wrong, though he had no idea what it would cost him. Enjire found himself wishing that it was he who had been dragged away by the Dark Empire and not Kalath.

Enjire considered taking his own life. He didn't because he could not bring himself to die in such a state. Honor cannot be regained by dying pointlessly. He made a promise to himself that he would devote the rest of his life to regainging the honor of the Alpha Navy and himself. He would not allow himself to fail.

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Kalgar looked over the data for the day. It had been quite a week. One of his best commanders was dragged away while Enjire suffered what may have been an even greater punishment. So it's confirmed then, Kalgar though to himself. The fallen have surfaced. This is not good.

"Conrad," Kalgar adressed his assistant.

"Sir?"

"I am paying the Dark Empire a visit, have my ship ready for me in an hour."

"Yes sir."

It would be best to have a plan before jumping into this. He set off for Corpsac within the hour. He sent a message to Kimiko, informing her that he was on his way. He reached his destination 4 hours later, reaching the check points for his landing.

OOC: Hanz!, he just can’t die. Does he have a monkey called Mojo?

IC: The space hulk was a turning of many tides. Lives were lost, glory was bought, and every side experienced a profit and a loss. Already, Eshin brought vague reports of dissatisfaction among the Gronde leadership. It was more gloomy, where as in Skaven Blight, it couldn’t be the opposite.

A full week of celebrations were held, along with free food and entertainment at the find. The grapevine yielded some fruits on why this has happened.

Most skaven learned that one of the most coveted relics the skaven sought had been found. Sadly a few ships were lost due to travel through the warp. Skritch was now a Fleet Overlord in all aspects, but Snikkit clung to old straws and was able to veto anything of Skritch’s.

But even during celebrations, the horned rat did not sleep…

Transmission to Gronde base. Protocol Delta.
To: Kalgar
From: The Council of Thirteen
Greetings master of Gronde, I trust the hulk was worth the losses? We would like to send a small vessel with a team to investigate some of the detritus on board. We believe some technology of ours was on board, and we would like to retrieve it.

ShadowChitter is awaiting confirmation to enter warp gate…

The small Dauntless Class Cruiser(ie really small) had a skeleton crew on board because of the festival, it was manned by under two hundred souls…

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OOC: Hanz!, he just can’t die. Does he have a monkey called Mojo?


ooc> Hanz? There is a Heinrich, but no Hanz. Lol. And there is no monkey, sorry.

ic> Heinrich and Michael had been descussing matters for about an hour. The meeting seemed to be winding down at last.

"So we are agreed, then?" asked Heinrich wearily. "I will keep a flow of war materials going to your master's forces, making sure they are well supplied. You will continue to gather up the Gronde Colonial fleets, weeding out commanders who wont follow you, and prepare your strike. Then, when the time is right, I will fulfill my end of the bargain."

"Right," Michael confirmed. "However, should you fail or betray my master, I will kill you myself." He walked out of the room without another word. Heinrich didn't take his warning to heart. He was not as intimidated by him or his master as Michael probobly wished he was. It was no matter as far as Heinrich was concerned. At the side of the Fallen, their plans for domination would soon be realized.

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To: The Council of 13
From: Master Kalgar

You are welcome to explore the Hulk as you see fit. However, I mearly ask that you chart everywhere that your men go and inform us of your findings.

OOC: Hanz von Rictor
Heinrich von Rictor
hmmmm

IC:
To: Kalgar
From: Council of Thirteen
Of course young Master Kalgar, the crew will comply.

The sleek black prow of the ShadowChitter glided out of the gate. Its form completley unlike a skaven vessel. It only contained a hint of warpstone. It was already deploying magnetic pads to land.

This is the ShadowChitter, we are requesting permission to land on the hulk.

OOC: Dahaka wouldnt talk to people or atlest let anyone know who she is, the fallen dont talk the taint they only talk when its needed and its always someone whos already in your goverment and is tainted never a true fallen (let alone the current Leader of the fallen)

IC:

"Imperium 2 your cleared for landing in hanger 5 of the Space Core Command station the Empress will meet you there." came over the comms to Kalgars shuttle.

The pilot looked confussed let alone Kalgar himself, the Empress had never left the Palace. She couldnt or so it was widely know it was why the Death Guard were so important and the Inquisitors.

But now she could leave and that ment something, even more so now that the Fallen were now acting openly.

To date in the empire the 10th/2nd (10th Legion/2nd Chapter) Blood Angel Legion had betrayed the Empire along with the 1st/1st Dark angel Legion. a total of 100,000 Space marines vanishing and turning on there old master along with the 4th high fleet and the 3rd Colonial fleet with full Stadard Marine complements.

AS the shuttle landed meny of the Gronde Space Marines stationed on the Planet below all lined up along side the Death Guard.

The Empress was waiting as the ramp opened and Kalgar stood there with is guards (and who ever elce came).

"ahh my love" Kimiko said as he walked down the ramp, she was wearing a rather thin black dress just covering her chest. Her long black hair tied back but still reaching the small fo her back and a slit went from the end of the dress to her waist.

She flung her arms round him and kissed him, something she hadnt mentaged to Kalgar or he just didnt notice was her belly. She was pregnant and now you could see it he couldnt help but stair, he was glad but it was a shock.

She noticed him stairing and smiled, "i wanted to suprise you on your next visit but you took your time." she said looking at him, "twins, a boy and a girl." One thing he knew tho was that he had no chance to give a name to eaither one (she was strong willed and didnt budge on her names, Raven and Kelith were top of the list for a girl and a boy).

OOC: Shit, I'm gettin spread too thin with all my RPs, I've gotta scrounge another fleet to deal with this, oh well, time to get to work.

IC:

Manticore Binary System, in orbit around planet Sphynx, Fleet Primary Shipyard, Station "Grendelsbane", Time: 15:31 Earth Standard, 23:07 Sphinx Standard.

"So, you failed to secure the Hulk Admiral?"

"That is correct, there was more resistance than anticipated, but we have been allowed to study it by the Gronde forces that are currently in control of the Device, there were also Fallen, one of their Gods escaped the Hulk, despite our best efforts, we'll have to get together with the rest of the Alliance to determine the proper course of action, as well as convening a Dominion Council sir."

"I'll get on it, you just deal with the Shivan situation in Andatha right now, Duke out."

ooc> Corpsac: I edited my last two posts. Instead of Dahaka, I introduced a character that was going to come in a little later. Other than that, it is the same.

ic> The news of Kimiko's pregnancy took Kalgar completely off gaurd. Even he, who was particularly gifted with gaining insight into things like this, never saw it comming. He couldn't think of anything to say at first, besides saying that he loved her. This seemed to say everything, though.

"So...Raven and Kelith," said Kalgar finally. He was quite strong-willed himself, but mothers always had an unfair advantage when it came to names. It mattered little, Kalgar liked both of the names anyways. "I can only hope that our daughter is as beautiful as you are." The thoughts of the daunting task that lay before him vanished, if only for a moment, and were replaced by a happiness that he had never felt before.

Their story was truly amazing all by itself. After Kimiko's father, Horrar Sith, was killed indirectly by Kalgar, she had hated him more than anything else. Yet, over time, they went from enemies to wary allies. It was later that something truly changed. When Kimiko openly sought a husband, or a political partner at any rate, Kalgar did something that no one, Kimiko least of all, had expected. He answered her call and went deep into once hostile territory to face her trials. At first, his reasons for attending were as political as her reasons for hosting it. Something happened there, something that even Kalgar himself could not quite explain. Whether it was at the opening feast, when they looked into eachother's eyes for the first time, or if it happened later, he did not know.

Kalgar whished that there were not such pressing matters of state to deal with. For such a joyous occasion to be shadowed by looming war was hard to cope with. Kalgar would make due, as he always had.

"I am glad to see you out of your palace," said kalgar as they walked away from his ship.

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Thus far, there had been no defectors from the Great Forge, or any other AoN nation besides Corpsac. This was likely to change, but with inquisitors from both Gronde and the Dark Empire seemingly everywhere, the tide of betrayal might have been stemmed for the time being. With so many thoughts going through his mind, it was understandable that Kalgar still did not realize how close to home his enemies were.

OOC: I’ll assume permission was granted

IC: A solid thud resonated through the hull as the ship attached itself. One spot started to glow red and soon popped off in a spray of sparks. A team of black clad figures landed and scuttled along the hulks roof and walls, as if gravity was no longer present. Which the following clanrats loud thumps said otherwise as they scampered in a circle. A voice inside the vessel was yelling down.

“Spread out, secure a perimeter, this hulk is occupied by more than just humans….”

ooc> Bump.