NationStates Jolt Archive

The signs were right; the stars blazing above forsaken worlds would not lie. Not to the scryers and augers of the Imperium; not to Marcus De Drakan; Lord of the Imperium. He who possessed the art of foresight; he the one who peeled back the veils of possibility, to find the glorious and terrible truths.

The time was right again. The time of War; the Age of Khorne, it drew near; nearer with each passing second. And they would have their blood sport.
"Bring forth all the warriors of my Empire" His voice hissed forth. "Bring every ship; and every weapon. The time is once again ripe for us to plunge upon this universe..."

"As you wish, My Lord" And with that, it was done; vile will enacted; dark passion sated. The word went forth across the Imperium and to her allies; the time was now. The moment ripe; the days of judgement drew near; the days of the Second Great Crusade. The Black Crusade; that would sunder all who opposed the Imperium; and expand its borders.

To the Emperor of Doom; tribute was sent; to the hives of Azaha; powerful psychic transmissions tore at their queen; to all those of the Lords of Chaos; singular gifts of gold, material wealth...

To the universe; a great and terible harkening came. The invocation of pacts and alliances; the bringing together of many alliances, many nations; all to serve the will of the Imperium.

Behold the birth of the Crusade; and tremble. For it should invoke both fear and awe in all its opponents...

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[OOC:] Hey, just before I decide to fly headfirst into this, my Nation is FT, and based on a slightly... um... more advanced Imperium. There are no real large technical advances in my society from the Imperium, except my 'Imperial Guard' doesn't have light bulbs for weapons and uses slightly better lasguns and better body-armored suits, and the society isn't so Xenophobic. And I was wondering what kind of tech-based Chaos units you had, and how your society is Cannon CSM and you're own interpretation CSM. And my society is a little bit more coordinated... and not as (but still to a large extent) as feudalistic as the Imperium... Is your 'Imperium' alternate Universe (Have you ever seen Star Trek and their alternate universes? Like that).

OOC: The Chronosian Imperium was originally like the IoM, founded by a survivor of the IoM, Marcus De Drakan; however, it was corrupted entirely by Chaos; and is now Chaos in the image of the Imperium, sort of if Horus won the Heresy. Most technologies are canon, and used as they are in WH40K and BFG. Hope that helps.

Message to Chronosia:
Otagia has pledged its support to Chronosia in their latest endeavour. Across Otagian space, our shipyards are working at top capacity to produce warships of the highest calibre. We await only your word.

Green Sun may join Chronosia in the Second Crusade, so long as we find our opponents worthy of fighting.

We welcome our allies who wish to aid us in this glorious endeavor. The Imperium and the Dark Empire shall lead their troops across the stars; and burn asunder all who oppose us. Already the galaxy is changing; already the fates await the chance to reshape existence...

OOC: Sounds good. Interesting and good. I think it's time the Imperium had another Civil War... in a way.

IC:

The Fiery Vengeace held its position in the outer rims of the star system Vogen, its battlefleet in tow. Monstorous and bristling with firepower, the Emperor-Class Battleship stood as the beauty of this battlefleet, and one of ten in the entire Loyalist Imperium.

As the capital of subsector Angelus, the Vogen starsystem stood as one of the Imperium's last vestiges of entry into the lost Segmentum Obscuras.

And Grand Admiral Rapier Thrace stood on the bridge of his Emperor-Class Battleship, ready and waiting to call his battlefleet to his side as soon as was necessary. He knew it would be soon. His Astropaths had said so...

"Join us; one, all; noble allies, gracious followers. Join us at Chronosia Prime, and we shall form our council of War. We shall decide our targets, our goals. You shall know the embrace of void, the taste of power and victory and our enemies shall know death; destruction; nothingness."

Marcus' voice echoed in dark and chaotic, volatile laughter.

"Come to me; and my Sons shall lead us in our wars. My firsborn, Remiel, is Warmaster of all of my armies; He shall escort you to the Palace, and there we shall speak, we shall feast; we shall have our war...."

((Quick stupid question, who will we be fighting?))

((Quick stupid answer: You'll find out))

Descending through the atmosphere of Chronosia Prime, the Otagian vessel gracefully touched down at its assigned landing point. As the vessel powered down, a ramp extended, allowing the single passenger to exit.

The avatar was stunning, its baroque skin carved with arcane runes, pulsing with power. Walking towards the Primarch, the Avatar's flow-metal face formed into a smile.

"Primarch Remiel, I am honored to be in your exalted presence. I am an Avatar of QUETZAL, Regent of Otagia. I have come for the council of war."

Green Sun may join Chronosia in the Second Crusade, so long as we find our opponents worthy of fighting.

Green Sun, I hope you understand what the goal of this evil crusade is.

I will, if not the IoM, attack any Black Crusaders encroaching my space remotely.

Remiel bowed lightly, as from behind him, a silver skinned being slid forward; its eyes were shimmering flecks of energy; its flesh covered in runes and sigils; its fingers like curved blades; cloaked in silver, gold, platinum, warpstone; clinking together like so many blades and links of chain.

"Ah, welcome. May I introduce Discord; this is the avatar of the Mechanicus' latest triumph. A true machine spirit, a god, if they are to be believed. But such is not the time for such....theological bickering" Remiel chuckled softly, leading him forward into the great halls of marble and obsidian; beautiful sculptures, mosaics and murals almost hiding the Daemon world outside; this the palace of a God. The Daemon Emperor.

"Welcome, noble guest" The voice echoed from the throne. "So glad that you could spare the time to come all this way..."

He activated a communications relay. "Inform the bastard Cadian wretch of The Celestial Swords that his undue aggression towards allies of the Imperium has been noted and that he shall suffer the most terrible tortures of the Powers should he fail to cease his idiot mewlings."

It was a small craft, it barely held a skeleton crew of five men. It was a very old Toy-class cruiser that couldn't take a small bombardment of Laser fire. This would be its last flight; bring the Admiral to Chronosia Prime, wait for the conferences to end, the return Admiral Jones back to green Sun space where he can make plans.

The old craft shook a bit as it entered the atmosphere. There was a hard jolt as they left the upper atmosphere and were headed for a landing platform. There was a knock on his quarter's doors. Admiral Jones opened it and stared at a young, nervous cadet.

"S-Sir, we've arrived in Chronosia Prime. Are-Are you ready?"

Admiral Jones nodded. He would only need hismelf and his clothes. He would have no gaurds. He didn't want to threaten Chronosia by showing them Green Sun's power if he decided not to join the Second Crusade, and he decided if Chronosia and its allies were friends, then he would have no need to bring powerful weaponry to gaurd him; that would say that Green Sun didn't trust them. So instead, Admiral Jones came in a small, rickety pile of junk that would probably break down at one point on the way home.

Remiel again waited; bowing lightly, his black armor gleaming in the insane red, green, and violet light of the undulating Chronosian sun as it made its way across the tormented sky of the great heart; the Daemonworld.

"My father welcomes you to our home; and I greet you in the name of the Imperium and it's armies. Come forward; stand before my father and behold his dark magnificence."

OOC: Note to all; Marcus De Drakan is a Daemon Prince, Emperor of the Imperium, as such he is a more....intimidating sight for those who are not experienced in the Daemonic.

OOC: my my Chronos your nation not changed a bit, its CorpSac useing my nice new small nation. CorpSac was getting to big and powerful to RP with (let alone confussing), dont mind if i join it do ya.

Remiel again waited; bowing lightly, his black armor gleaming in the insane red, green, and violet light of the undulating Chronosian sun as it made its way across the tormented sky of the great heart; the Daemonworld.

"My father welcomes you to our home; and I greet you in the name of the Imperium and it's armies. Come forward; stand before my father and behold his dark magnificence."

OOC: Note to all; Marcus De Drakan is a Daemon Prince, Emperor of the Imperium, as such he is a more....intimidating sight for those who are not experienced in the Daemonic.
Jones was a bit startled at first; he hadn't expected him to be this magnificient. Jones could sense an evil aura around him. But mostly he had a sense that power was standing in front of him. He returned the bow.
"I am Admira Jones of Green Sun, First Flag Fleet. It's a...Pleasure to finally see Chronosia Prime, it's always been something I've been curious about."

OOC: Oh, I hope that was directed at me, Chron didn't say...

T A G .

Two possibilities here, both good. Time will answer the questions I have.

OOC: my my Chronos your nation not changed a bit, its CorpSac useing my nice new small nation. CorpSac was getting to big and powerful to RP with (let alone confussing), dont mind if i join it do ya.

OOC: Not at all :)

IC:

Jones was a bit startled at first; he hadn't expected him to be this magnificient. Jones could sense an evil aura around him. But mostly he had a sense that power was standing in front of him. He returned the bow.
"I am Admira Jones of Green Sun, First Flag Fleet. It's a...Pleasure to finally see Chronosia Prime, it's always been something I've been curious about."

OOC: Oh, I hope that was directed at me, Chron didn't say...

Marcus chuckled softly, as Remiel ascended the steps to stand by the side of his fathers great throne; an edifice of bone, gleaming precious metals and stones, and other, stranger materials. Remiel seemed angelic next to the Daemonic form of his father; his own beauty and charisma bought by service to Slaanesh; lust for perfection; lust in itself, had driven him into the arms of the Dark Prince; and now he was perfect...Soulless, but perfect.

"And then there were two" Marcus chuckled softly. "I am certain though, that more delegates shall grace us. Son of QUETZAL and Child of the Green Sun." He paused for a moment, the flames about the room flickering in their braziers; red and orange becoming black, green and purple.

"Welcome, to the Imperium"

"Emperor De Draken, it is an honor to finally stand in your presence. I am anxious to begin this Crusade, for with your dark grandeur on our side, how can we fail at this divine mission? I humbly suggest that we begin the Council of War the moment all the dignitaries have arrived."

The shadow empire unknown to most, a small empire of 3 worlds that work behind the scenes. The Empire had spies left right and center, knowlage was power and it was something the Emperor knew. But the Chronosia Empire was something that evaded the Emperors spies, all thoses sent into that Empire ended up dead or worse. What little he did know scared him what was rather harded to do, something that no one really has ever done.

"My Lord, we have just recived word from some of our spies. The Chronosia Empire is starting a Crusade of some sort on all who apose them." Alpha said, he had just returned from the knewly caputred world.

"what....when did they start this?" Ravac asked looking up at Alpha.

"they started gathering Allies a day or so ago from the little we can find out they are gathering there entire military."

"mm...summon the Brotherhood and my Aprentice they have a mission to do for me." he ordered, but he wondered what he had planed. It could result in the death of his aprentice shore he had time to train a knew one but Hellsing was like his own, he was the only father she ever knew and she was the only family he had ever known.

After an hour or so the Brotherhood compriseing of 12 of the most powerful Dark Jedi Masters in the empire and his Aprentice Hellsing arrived.

"you summoned us my master" hellsing said as she bowed befor her master.

"yes, yes i did. I want you to traval to uncharted space to The Chaos Imperium of Chronosia. you are to sneak in if possible and find the leadership, in true Shadow style your to confront the emperor. I do not mean kill him or fight him i mean offer him a......pact." he said looking round.

"a pact?" one of the dark masters said, "you want us to go on a diplomatic mission" he seemed to shocked at the idea.

"do you have a problem with that? well no matter. Offer him the services of our star forge in return, we get any Force users they come across and protection when we invade worlds in there Crusades" the emperor took a deep breath, "but make shore he must understand that our involvment is to be kept secret if any of his allies find out about us or even hear our name we will disapear and never be seen again and offer the service of the Star Forge to another...maby there enemy"

"yes master" Hellsing said befor any of the others could speak, she knew she was in command and she knew that the only reason they were here was to protect her.

OOC: i do hope there is a way to sneak into your nation Chrono.

Planet Helion Prime

In this backwater system, the first blow of the Second Black Crusade was about to be struck. The planet was all a massive desert, all life being centered around one city: New Mecca. It was here the Legions of Doom would commence their conquest.

Rumor was rampant throughout the bustling city the the World Enders would soon land their unholy army on their very planet. This didn't sit well with the local defense force commanders, who, under authority from the Council of Elders, began to round up dissedents and imprison them.

This merely made things easier for the monsters coming to crush them.

An elderly clergyman by the name of Imam sat on the porch of his two-story mudbrick home within the city's confines with his young son, no more than nine years old, who, not being able to sleep, had come to has father to ask of the demons that were rumored to soon lay waste to their homeland. It was a peacefull night, the dirt streets below perfectly quiet. This was mainly because the military was enforcing curfew. Their home was a luxorious one, as they were in the wealthy quarter of the city. This area, beingt the most sparcely populated, would be the least valuable to the invaders...

Imam, not wanting to frighten his son, was forced to lie,

"My son, these creatures are merely stories," he said gently with a reassuring smile to the young boy, "Stories told to frighten bad children into doing what they are told." he added, a hint of humor in his voice.

If only that were true.

"B-but father, the other children at school say they are real-" retorted the boy, being quickly interrupted by his father,

"My son, did your teachers say these monsters are real?" replied Imam in an all-knowing tone.

The child paused for a few seconds to reflect on this.

"No, father..." he admitted, much to the relief of his father,

"Son, those children are foolish, believing in these stories. They are easily frightened by their own parents. Are you scared, my boy?"

The child looked down to hide his shame, then looked up, determination apparent on his facial expression,

"No, father."

"Good. Remember, as long as you are brave, no monster can harm you..."

Patting his son on the head, he sent him off to bed. If only this were true.

Imam knew all too well the threat of the Dooman Empire. He himself had witnessed the cleansing of a world from afar one day during a pilgrimage. He had been on the world of Aerium Four to visit the shrine. He had been one of the few lucky survivors. When he returned home, he kept to himself this horrible experience.

He was one of the few to see the face of a Dooman Convert up close and live to tell the tale.

He remembered it almost too vividly. He and a group of pilgrims had been hiding out in the caves since the drop pods when they struck...

OOC:Parts II, III, IV, and V coming soon enough.

"Sir there is someone here who claims he raised Aluroa." Reports the door guard.

". . . "

"Let them in." calls Tusanco. The great doors of the throne room open to reveal a hunched being a twisted walking stick in his right hand and a not quite natural raven on his left sholder. Slowly inching his way accrost the hall to Tusanco's throne.

" there is somthing you must know about Aluroa... she has a unatural amount of dae. . ."the old shaman starts.

"Silence! you know nothing of her!"Tusanco starts as the shaman is ushured away.

OOC: i am obliged to join this so here me go.

OOC: Not at all :)

IC:



Marcus chuckled softly, as Remiel ascended the steps to stand by the side of his fathers great throne; an edifice of bone, gleaming precious metals and stones, and other, stranger materials. Remiel seemed angelic next to the Daemonic form of his father; his own beauty and charisma bought by service to Slaanesh; lust for perfection; lust in itself, had driven him into the arms of the Dark Prince; and now he was perfect...Soulless, but perfect.

"And then there were two" Marcus chuckled softly. "I am certain though, that more delegates shall grace us. Son of QUETZAL and Child of the Green Sun." He paused for a moment, the flames about the room flickering in their braziers; red and orange becoming black, green and purple.

"Welcome, to the Imperium"

The young, pale cadet stumbled after the Admiral. The Admiral shot him a nasty look.
"What are you doing here, Cadet?" he hissed.

"Sir...The captain told me to come with you...I don't know why, he told me to get in formal garb and-"
"Doesn't matter, just look like you know what you're doing."
He turned back to Marcus.
"The 'Child' of Green Sun has always been on the Imperium's good side, or at least we try to be. We tried to petition to join the last Crusade, but other...Affairs...Turned our fleets back home. United Cultures, may they rest in peace, were quite willing to join and their fleets did reach the battlefield, but civil war caused their planets to become completely inhospitable and they were taken under our wing. We will serve the Imperium in this war to our best ability, and the Third Fleet will fight as they would have if they had not been forced to leave in the First Crusade."

"Of course you shall" Marcus chuckled softly. "I welcome you both to the halls of my Empire; to the very heart of it. Here flows the energy of Chaos; here lie the blessings of the Gods. Centuries have passed but now we are as gods; a truely magnificant and powerful race. Humanity left behind; transcended. Remiel, most of all, embraces the surpassing of humanity, the seeking of true perfection. Such is the way of Slaanesh....Tell me; what do you desire?"

"What do I desire? I desire to do my-"
"Ability," the Cadet blurted out before the Admiral could finish. The Admiral shot him another nasty look. The cadet seemed to shrink with fear. He turned back to Marcus.
"I've b-been in the Navy for a year now and I have yet to get past Cadet...I j-just don't seem to have the courage or the ability to d-do anything r-right. I just want to be able to do my job and get the respect of my peers. I know it may seem like a menial, little thing by your standards, s-s-sir, but ever since I've joined the Navy...It's what I've wanted to be able to have."

"Then fire must burn in your veins, and chaos in your heart" marcus gestured with his free hand and the great blade Lifesbane slid into his palm; forced up from its scabbard; the black Lord rising, stepping forward.
"Hone your desires; let them fuel you. Courage and honor stem from bloodlust, from Khorne. Desire and need, stem from Slaanesh. The yearning for raw progress comes from Tzeentch; and the desire for death...From Nurgle." He presses the hissing blade against the cadets shoulder; his eyes blazing as he does. "Kneel" He hisses; the blade quivering, whispering as it smelt a soul so near to it.

The Admiral watched as the Cadet collapsed to his knees and looked as if he were about to pee his pants. The cadet got paler; what was Marcus about to do to him? The Admiral had a strike of sympathy for the lad. But whatever Marcus was doing, it would surely help.

Marcus withdrew the blade, turning from him; his considerable psychic gifts plunging forth into the Cadet's mind; and with his most complex of efforts, softly twisted things...

"Embrace it...."

Space Existed, Space was there.

Then Space tore, it was not painful for the Endless, mearly a grey void beyond. And from the void, the Pyramid of Egypt, the Most Beautiful Ship in the Tsurani Empire, Emerged.

This ship was magnificant. When the Inquisitor Imhotep, Pharaoh of The Nile, The strongest Providencial King In the Empire of Tsurani, had ordered its Construction, many had thought it would bankrupt him. BUt then the Emperor, Holder of the Flower of Terra Himself, had chosen to let the Age old Prince to have his ship. Thus it was, that Imotep had been given the first task with his ship. It was to meet with Chronosia.

The ship, a massive Pyramid made of Purafied Rift Matter, let loose a single Shuttle, Designed liked a larger version of the Orca Fighter, its tear Drop Profile slid through space with a magic Ease. Apon its hull, Hyroglyphs, so old that none remembered their meaning besides the Prince himself. The Creature on Board was no Longer human however, it was beyond human.

It was a True Searvent of Ra.

The Cheif of the Star Temple watched, his body caste in that steel mask. As of Yet, he had not been able to spare time to hunt down those who had awoken him, but time for that would come, for now, he had a Mission, a Mission of Ra.

Thyreaoth smiled. He, too, had felt the portents, although they were not as significant to him as to the esteemed De Drakan, he still acknowledged them. Although not a servant of Chaos, he did not oppose it, he agreed with De Drakan upon many things, and felt that, perhaps, a purging would not go astray.

He quietly composed a message, and, with a single flicker of power, sent it, directly into De Drakan's mind. Technology was tiresome, and to people such as them, it had little use.

Ah, you have called the Black Crusade. I see. Shall we root out the Union? My aid in this, is, of course, tempered by self-interest, as the forces that defile my lands will be destroyed, inevitably, but the Union has tampered far too long in our affairs, even when we were adversaries. Their pitiful leader does not realise, that in war, one can indeed be a worthy adversary, and simply seeks to impose his will upon others. I have readied my fleet, and am prepared to obliterate them. If you cannot use thy forces to obliterate them, then perhaps I will send a battlegroup, and renew our alliance. We are prepared, and the first of my captains will be joining the Black Crusade. Additionally, about six hundred independant ships, their captains all worshippers of Chaos, have been granted leave to join the Crusade, and destroy those whom they see fit.

A motley fleet left Sanctuary, the world, which no-one knew about, which none could find. Each captain had no memory of arriving, but would soon find that their ships had been refitted, and Realm weaponry and armour bedecked them. Each, with the fire of Chaos in their eyes, set off for the Black Crusade. Thyreaoth knew that the loss of these mercenaries and trader would beggar him for a year, but it was worth it, simply to gain more power in the universe.

The sorcerer of Tzeentch aboard was the leader, and he flicked on his status screen, simply to see what he had at his fingertips, in order to serve the Black Crusade...

[Status:]
[612 Non-Fighter Craft]
[278 Refitted Freighters, contain mines and missiles]
[122 Refitted Frigates, shielding systems fitted. Blast Cannons fitted]
[43 Refitted Destroyers, armour refitted, Pulse/Blast Systems]
[27 Refitted Cruisers, Warpfire Cannons fitted]
[7 Refitted Carriers]
[135 Refitted Indiscriminates (No particular class, mainly between frigate-cruiser)]
[1879 Fighter/Drone Craft]

He smiled, and left the Warp. He had his engines refitted, for serving Chaos, as well, and was prepared to serve the Emperor, heart and soul. He would find the infidel's screams for mercy amusing....

OOC: Mmmkay Chronos, I'm spending a crapload of money which could be going into children's hospitals, or the huge "compensation" ship. You owe me one!

Marcus withdrew the blade, turning from him; his considerable psychic gifts plunging forth into the Cadet's mind; and with his most complex of efforts, softly twisted things...

"Embrace it...."
The cadet was silent for a while. The admiral thought he had had a siezure from an overload of information. The cadet didn't blink, he didn't even seem to breath. After a minute, the Cadet took a deep breath and blinked, and looked around with a bit of a confused look on his face. He wasn't as pale anymore and his eyes now showed competence. The Admniral could sense a bit of the same aura of power he had sensed around Marcus, although not nearly as powerful. Teh cadet stood up and stared at his hands. The admiral noticed that he had gotten a bit taller, too.
"What exactly did you do to him?" the admiral asked.

"Minds must be opened to the embrace of Chaos. I simply made things less ordered; perhaps granted him a vision of what lies beyond; regardless, he is changed, meat and bone" He chuckled softly. "For one to be truly great he must see beyond flesh; he must glance beyond plausibility. He must touch the very Warp"

The amdiral looked at teh cadet and asked,
"How do you feel?"
"Freed."
The admiral gave a half-snort, half-laugh. He turned back to Marcus and asked,
"Shall we continue to the conference?"

"For one to be truly great he must see beyond flesh; he must glance beyond plausibility. He must touch the very Warp"

"Which is one of the reasons that we began our studies of the Warp. If a human can alter the fabric of reality, why not one like me?"

The avatar smiled softly. Gesturing, a ball of ghostly flame manifested in its ornately engraved hand.

"And we have met with no small amount of success, my Lord. A simple matter of organic integration into this Avatar's body, and we can do the impossible."

Smiling softly; a simple flick of the wrist bringing the fire to Marcus' own hand, wrenching it from Otagian control, the flame splitting, subdividing, eventually enveloping his entire hand. "Indeed; but you are not yet masters of the Warp." he turned to the Green Sun delegate. "Not yet; I wish my other guests to arrive before anything....concrete takes place"

"Very well. We shall be in the ship until more delegates arrive," the Admiral replied. They turned and walked back to the cruiser.
-----
"So what do you think of Chronosia, Kasey?"
"It's creepy, Homer. These people are obsessed with chaos," the Admiral replied to General Homer, president of Green Sun.
"Well, don't show that you're too creeped out. Don't want to piss anyone off."
"Oh, no. It's more of what the Cadet is going to do. He's different. I can understand how chaos can clear his mind like that, I majored in Philosphy, but I minored in Psychology. If he climbs too far with his new powers in rank, sir, he might convince his men to be suicidal in combat. We need clear-minded men, not deluded ones. Having a clear mind is one, this, but these people come across to me as fanatics. And I have no doubt with the new confidence this Cadet has, he'll go up in rank and be just as fanatical. But I won't mention anything to Marcus or any other Chronosian. We'll be on our best behavior."
"You better, Jones."
"Yes, sir. As for the war, I think joining would be a good move. Don't know why, but it does."
"I'll alert the Generals of your update. Thank you, Admiral. Homer out."

OOC: So when do I come in?

((Anytime, like I did, I guess.))

The Former Eternal Imperium pledges it's support to this crusade, but will not deploy all of it's forces. We will deploy the worldship, Re, however, with it's full compliment of 300 Earthling cruisers. If our support is accepted, that is.

OOC: You could post hearing about it, perhaps

The motley collection of ships left the Warp, and entered Chronosia. Each one, somewhat cumbersome, moved towards the planet, and the sorcerer aboard sent a message, with his still-powerful, yet ravaged psyche.

Greetings, Great Lord! We live but to spill blood for Khorne, bring change for Tzeentch, corruption from Nurgle, and pleasure from Slaanesh! We are prepared, and all are ready to embark upon the Crusade! Our lives are yours!

Although not an elite group of ships, there was no doubt that the sheer number was impressive, although not equalling the Chronosian fleet, merchants, buccaneers, everything... Many people from different classes had left, and all burned, burned with the power of Chaos. Soon, an elite Battlegroup would arrive, the true contribution of the Realm.

Of course, the best way still yet to come... A huge dreadnought, one which earned its title, sat, still in construction, upon the moon of Tyadora. Originally to be the Exarch Emperor's flagship, the Emperor himself would embark on this mighty ship, and stand stalwart within the Crusade. Although not a worshipper of Chaos, he was a worshipper of power, and Chaos was simply another means to that end...

The border worlds and galaxies of the Eternal Empire rallied as billions of people rallied to the banner of the Eternal Lord Tervica. Barely any Eternals had joind his force though many ciuntless people of the yuonger races did. At his disposal were many of the younger races ships that were being fortifeid with Eternal technology. Lord Tervia would be ready to face this threat is it dared attack the Eternal Empire.

OOC: One tiny little thing; before you go mobilising, couldn't you at least RP hearign about it; reacting, give it a little depth? :P Also, billions, plural?

Lord Tervia had recently become aware of the mobilizing from informats and from sensors picking up the force gathering. He had used this to prepare a force to fight them hoping to win using the inferior tech and the sheer numbers of those that followed him into the war. Yet the tech of his followers he knew wasd near of beyonfd that of his foes.

The great forges of Worldship Re began churning out the fighters and war droids necessary for the upcoming storm. The crew members toiled in the ammunition factories, churning out the plasma cartridges necessary for the arming of all the great droids, filling the hollow shells with the glowing fluid. Millions worked on the homeworld to produce the fusion mines that would be sed in the upcoming storm. commissars of WNI stood on raised walkways, bellowing slogans, making sure they worked their hardest.
Around the worldship orbiting the homeworld, thousands of small unmanned fighter ships wove through the gathering fleet, leaving trails of radioactive fuel as they went. Hundreds of refitted civilian ships were amongst them, now bearing WNI marking and fusion weaponry.
At the head of this, the Light Cruisers flew, prepared to be the first to die, forming their usual shield formation.
The order was given. The fleets traveled to Chronosia, leaving the construction of the second worldship behind.

Each ship gave off the same signal constantly:

BLACK CRUSADE> WE WISH TO PARTICIPATE.

The Pyramid seemed to fold, as space shaped to allow a tear drop shaped shuttle let loose. On board, Imhotep, Ambassator for The Tsurani empire, stood, his face behind the Implacable steel mask. The ship tore through space with graceful ease, before landing at the place it was ment to.

A pathway cracked open, making a ramp that was towards the pointed end, Six Reven Guard Exited, followed by a Black robed figure, with no part of the Body visable. The Figure moved across the ground quickly, knowing the way, even though it had never tredded these steps. He approached Marcus, paused, then removed the mask, revealing the Mummified Body within.

"Hail to you" He spoke in Old Egyption. "I am Imhotep, Pharaoh of Egypt, Prince of the Tsurani Empire, Commander of the Terran Colonies. I have come to pledge the Support of our people, in the Name of Ra and the Flower of Terra."

"Generals, come to me," a cold, raspy voice rang out from within a darkened room.
"Milord," several men muttered, kneeling before him.
"I want my report on the Chronosian Imperium. Now."
"Milord, the Chronosians of this plane have begun the Second Crusade."
"Has timed crawled that slowly? Can we get Green Sun to oppose it?"
"That would require a huge propaganda campaign. Green Sun has sent Admiral Jones to negotiate the battle plans. Green Sun is joining them in the Second Crusade."
"Are they now? We, we whave no wishes to attack an old friend just for the sake of angering Green Sun. Prepare the fleet, the soldiers, and the fanatics. Once you have identified the first target, have them ready to deploy and get their first. Then do your jobs."
"Yes Darth Banan," they muttered. They returned back into the shadows. Darth Banancoughed violently and laughed.
"So. I return to my Second Home. I shall reunite with the Gods. I have returned."

OOC:Massive post coming friday.

Lord Tervia had recently become aware of the mobilizing from informats and from sensors picking up the force gathering. He had used this to prepare a force to fight them hoping to win using the inferior tech and the sheer numbers of those that followed him into the war. Yet the tech of his followers he knew wasd near of beyonfd that of his foes.

OOC: Doubtful. We're mostly older than you.

OOC: Well acutally yes and no there are mant planets in the Eternal Empire bearing races some younger then the human race some older, but the Eternal outage the human race by far yet there are not enough Eternal technologies and Eternals genrally to make a major difference. Though I am not sure that your people are even human just making a common ground of age considering humans as we are today didn't emerge into only a few millions years ago.

OOC: Well acutally yes and no there are mant planets in the Eternal Empire bearing races some younger then the human race some older, but the Eternal outage the human race by far yet there are not enough Eternal technologies and Eternals genrally to make a major difference. Though I am not sure that your people are even human just making a common ground of age considering humans as we are today didn't emerge into only a few millions years ago.
OOC: Let me explain. You are an October 2004 nation. Most of us are late 2003-early 2004 nations. Simple as that.

OOC: Let me explain. You are an October 2004 nation. Most of us are late 2003-early 2004 nations. Simple as that.

Even I beat em by a couple of months.

"Warriors of the True Imperium unite!" the message broadcasts along with a multi encrypted message only known to those on the imperium. Tusanco Stands at the lead of his bridge. Sternhammer walks up to Tusanco and states:
"Sir there is somthing you need to see." Turning around Tusanco sees a child on Sternhammer's sholders. "His name is Adoremange. He is to be the leader of our new Liegon. A entire liegon of wolfen."

Falx Carius and his legion pledge their sword to Dratheria and Reken.

OOC: Though out of you though all you that disregarding me are older then me I out post all of you except Chronosia who I respect for his experince. But, yet FT is not determined by age or population or even number of posts it is determined by the person. But, yet you cannot just go blowing up entire galaxies (other dimensions are a different story) that would be godmodding or trying to outnumber you enemies a million to one.

OOC: Though out of you though all you that disregarding me are older then me I out post all of you except Chronosia who I respect for his experince. But, yet FT is not determined by age or population or even number of posts it is determined by the person. But, yet you cannot just go blowing up entire galaxies (other dimensions are a different story) that would be godmodding or trying to outnumber you enemies a million to one.
OOC: Okay, you don't judge ANYTHING by post count. Some of teh WORST RPers I've seen have very high post counts. And you don't count age by post count, either. I have a thousand more posts than you and I'm at least a week younger than you.

And your Tech Level is a complete choice. I chose to be a FT nation, it's not mandatory.

But in your defense, some of your races are more advance evolution-wise, but still. You may hear rumors, but you couldn't confirm anything unless you were close and Chronosia would pick you up somehow and wipe you out.

OOC: Good point Green Sun about the number of posts. About my post I said pretty sure that they were near or beyond that of his foes and also about this debate let us drop and say we are metting each other on fairly equal tech levels.

OOC: Agreed. Let's try too keep the playing field as fair as possible.

OOC: Thank you Green Sun and let us not send in an army of super soldiers that kill everything in there, because let us face if we send in some uber powerful individual like an Eternal,Demon Prince, Prince of Chaos, or whatever the heck you super person don't send into battle that would be overkill. Also to be fair to those that have powerful captains that know how to command extremly well or an charismatic individual do not godmode with them, but feel free to use them for rallying forces in remarkable realistic ways or using very complex battle plans, but please keep them to a minuim. I am only recommonding this to Chronosia who should free to change this is his post or not use it all for this is his thread.

Probes went out; hurtling across space; tearing through the fabric of the void, alive with arcane fire. Symbols flared upon their surfaces as they broadcast; tehse countless devices, hundreds, scattering outwards from the Imperium. Some passed from this tale without incident, destroyed upon barren worlds, destroyed by asteroids, or plunging ill-fated into stars. Others survived to deliver their messages; one such probe, found itself in the Eternal Empire.

"Greetings; we are the Imperium. Perhaps you know of us, more likely you do not; but you shall know soon. A cleansing wave shall come to purge the galaxy of weakness. The four Gods shall reign ascendant; the power of Chaos shall be absolute. I am afraid; if you can hear this, the drums are not far behind. Those time honored instruments of war music; those great heralds of our footfalls. Worlds shall burn; we shall bring many to us; we shall bring them against many more. If you have sense; join us; pledge allegience to the Black Crusade; or become its victims. For the Dark Gods; we shall remake the Universe...."

OOC: My Daemon Prince is my Daemon Emperor; who may or may not enter into this. The generals of my armies are the 8 Primarchs, thus they will basically be my only 'Hero' Units. If this is fair with everyone else; that my Legion's have their Leaders; then we can proceed :)

OOC: Alright, on one condition I get to used a few Eternal powered individuals something along the lines of a super saint in powers, but can go into battle with great skill and strength like a pack of angry Rancors.

OOC: Fair enough, you'll find my Primarch's are a challenge, each with his own devotions :P

The Pyramid seemed to fold, as space shaped to allow a tear drop shaped shuttle let loose. On board, Imhotep, Ambassator for The Tsurani empire, stood, his face behind the Implacable steel mask. The ship tore through space with graceful ease, before landing at the place it was ment to.

A pathway cracked open, making a ramp that was towards the pointed end, Six Reven Guard Exited, followed by a Black robed figure, with no part of the Body visable. The Figure moved across the ground quickly, knowing the way, even though it had never tredded these steps. He approached Marcus, paused, then removed the mask, revealing the Mummified Body within.

"Hail to you" He spoke in Old Egyption. "I am Imhotep, Pharaoh of Egypt, Prince of the Tsurani Empire, Commander of the Terran Colonies. I have come to pledge the Support of our people, in the Name of Ra and the Flower of Terra."

"I welcome you to my world, and welcome your support. Together we shall sweep aside all that stand before us; we shall purge all who fail to comply to our demands. The rewards shall be great; and those who stand at my side shall know the bounty of such gifts."

The great forges of Worldship Re began churning out the fighters and war droids necessary for the upcoming storm. The crew members toiled in the ammunition factories, churning out the plasma cartridges necessary for the arming of all the great droids, filling the hollow shells with the glowing fluid. Millions worked on the homeworld to produce the fusion mines that would be sed in the upcoming storm. commissars of WNI stood on raised walkways, bellowing slogans, making sure they worked their hardest.
Around the worldship orbiting the homeworld, thousands of small unmanned fighter ships wove through the gathering fleet, leaving trails of radioactive fuel as they went. Hundreds of refitted civilian ships were amongst them, now bearing WNI marking and fusion weaponry.
At the head of this, the Light Cruisers flew, prepared to be the first to die, forming their usual shield formation.
The order was given. The fleets traveled to Chronosia, leaving the construction of the second worldship behind.

Each ship gave off the same signal constantly:

BLACK CRUSADE> WE WISH TO PARTICIPATE.

"And you are welcome to join us; your assistance is thanked and your numbers noted; we hope that together we can triumph; a victory far greater than the first Crusade and a dark Empire sprawling forth in conquest. Few things are so great as these."

At Babylon 1 Admiral Archon received a comm and relayed to General Mercer. Mercer walked up to the comm unit and heard the Chronosian transmissions which was followed up by another transmission from a more secret place. It read one word, Ready. Mercer's face then went stony and he knew what this meant it was the one creation that may save the IoM in it's direst time. He called President Xarias and said, "I will ready the forces. This might be what I was waiting for and what you fear."

Two hours later the entire Dratherian Republic was readied for war once again. He sat in his meditation chamber and reached out to the realms of Hell and found his old friend Ferenan. Ferenan do you think have what it takes to win? I do not know my friend you barely survived last time and that was by mere luck. What if they returned then do u think we could win? Yes maybe if you do something that foolish. But you realize it will damn you and your whole race do you not? I know but we promised these people I'd do whatever it takes to save them we will do it if necessary. But can I count on your assistance? As always.

On Aquaria

In a cell made out of adamantium chains forged by science and magic hold a man rigid in mid-air his head is lolled because he is resting. His body is carbon black and his eyes are an ice blue and a fire red. His pupils are white and the background of his eyes are a pure black. His body is covered in highly ossified black bone and blades of powerful daemonic metal sprout from his body in various strategic places. Although his program was started long before Xander’s it was finished years after his birth. He had a legion and he was ready for battle. He was a mere 16 but he was far more dangerous than any Primarch previous. Many would call him an abomination and call it heresy to create such a legion yet the order had been given and had long been discussed. The original Arcoran DNA was replicated and fused with that of a human making a half-human half-demon race they were the ultimate warriors and were devastatingly effective. It was now coming to fruition. Mercer stepped into the cell and the man laughed slightly saying, “So my prodigal father returns. I thought I would be locked in here the rest of my days for what I had done.” Mercer’s temper flared, “You slaughtered the whole crew of a ship Kailen. You slew them all mercilessly.” He chuckled again, “My, my temper, temper. Anyhow I have repented for that but it only proved how good a job you did creating a ‘perfect’ warrior. Will I finally be released this day?” Mercer set his face stony and said, “Yes so that you may fight to defend the Imperium. Your army awaits. Kailshiem.” With that he was freed from the chains and given his violet and green armor which glistened with the light of the stars. Mercer also handed him a weapon the only weapon he would use besides his Magnums. It was a new weapon a katana made from science and magic like his chains. He stepped forward in his armor and behind his cell were 2000 more like it. His army was ready and he calmed his soldiers. They were released one by one and his army readied themselves.

ooc: This could be a problem. Ankhmeti FT organics are descended from a race of incredibly powerful humans from a previous universe. Also, the usage of empires multiple dimensions is very important to the WNI empire. Perhaps I'll just use droid armies.

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The commander of the Worldship grinned. He read the text of the incoming message and turned to his crew. A mere 30 Ankhmeti Pre-Universals crewed the worldship. The steel blue interior of the bridge bristled with holographic displays, showing the massive convergence of fleets in Chronosian space. Captain Kheperi-Re-Atum sensed daemons on the ship. With a gesture they were gone. He spoke to his crew.

"Men, we are embarking on a great adventure. They heyday of the Pre-Universal empire is gone. Our families dead all those billions of years ago. Our worlds gone, smashed apart to make this universe. We all remember it. We all know the destructive power of the universe. The potential of this universe is great, and we must protect it. Therefore we must do the most dishonourable thing to do the most honourable. We will wait until the fleets of the Black Crusade have left this Black Empire, and we will begin to lay waste to it. Until then,we must be like the most fanatical supporters of this Doomed Crusade. We will send a third of this fleet to war, whilst the rest will remain cloaked and in waiting. The human slaves in the armament factories on the worldship must be kept in the dark though. They are weak, and susceptible to the suggestions of the daemons of chaos. We will wipe their minds."

The worldship broke off, leaving a powerful message buoy that would transmit a signal to the chronosian homeworld.

Unfortunately, a rebellion has ocurred on one of our worlds in Universe-11231 Theta. The worldship must break off to put down this rebellion. We will leave an Eclipse Super Star Destroyer crewed by humans to lead the Ankhmeti War fleet. We apologise for having to remove our most powerful ship.

Seconds later, the Worldship used it's Hybrid-Drive to quickjump to the Home Galaxy. It cloaked, and jumped back in Chronosian space.

"Sir the strike cruser The Undying Truth has intercepted a chronosian probe and is waiting for your command of what to do with it." Reports a communications officer.

"Send the probe to the Tecmarines where they will reprogram it and redeploy it to further our own purpose. Also tell all other ships to do likewise." Decided Tusanco.

NEW MESSAGE:
'to all nations of the True Imperium of Man, Reken has called you to duty and shall require your force. the Imperium as been corrupted and defiled by Chronosian ships and this must be stopped. gather under the banner of the Spear of Indemifcation and prepare to join your brotheren in a mighty stand agunst the Lords of Chaos. There will only be one battle, a fight to end all fights. May the Emperor watch over you.'

"Sir General Sternhammer Reports that the wolfen Liegon is at a current strength of 2 Thousand marines and growing rapidly."

"Good keep me posted on the growth of them and their primarch, we may need them sooner than thaught." vocalizes Tusanco.

Marcus rose from his throne; great viewscreens crackling into life; 8000 ships lay before their eyes; ranging from massive troop transports, to tyhe most heavily armed battleships; to eight shimmering and crackling edifices of destruction; the Primarchial Flagships; all centered around a single vessel; the Ecstacy of Slaanesh; Marcus' flagship.

"Behold the fleet that shall lead us to victory; and within, the warriors of the Imperium, each led by one of my eight chosen sons." He let a wry chuckle slip from his lips. "Together; we shall forge an army the likes of which has never been seen; and smash asunder all who would oppose us. Today, is the day of Conquest! Today is the eve of War!" He turned to the delegates before him; addressing both them and all who had came; and all who wished to hear; his voice broadcast throughout space...

"This day we begin our dark vocation; as Cadia burned and all the Empires of Men crashed down in bloody carnage, shall we bring our dark ambition forth and give it power. Let our malice guide us; let it shower us in reward; let it expand and consume worlds. For to win a war, one must serve no other master but his own ambition. And so shall we be; as cunning and ruthless as Chaos itself; as terrible and alluring as the Warp. They shall look on us and tremble at the blashemous faith in our eyes; for they desire nothing that is good; nothing that is of Chaos...."

With a gasp and a snap of the eyes, King Nerasfatu gently awoke from his light sleep, from a very violent dream. He sat up, and looked around the black pulsing sac in the earth that was his home.

He wondered why he slept. He did not need to sleep, his mind was to a point where it was so organically advanced, that only 1/4 of it had to be working at any one time for him to be fully functional. He could easily just switch brain sections, while letting the others rest, thus never need to sleep. But sleep was somthing he enjoyed. He could still dream, see far off lands, even see visions of his past human life. But last night was much different. Black images, raving demons, rampaging traitor marines cutting a bloody swathe into the galaxy. It was time to aid the denizens of chaos once again.

On the surface, the massive organic planet started to pulse more, quivering, shuttering, starting construction of hive ships, as well as a new swarm. Nerasfatu commanded evolutions to take place, evolutions to make this swarm much deadlier on the land, and in space. This time the hive ships would sacrafice decoys for ship-bourne weapons. The land swarm would be made greater, bigger numbers, better armor, more gene types for different species.

Across the system, the other ten infested organic planets started to pulse and throb, also commencing assembly and evolution of hive ships and the new Swarm.

In no time at all, a new Swarm would be created, and the dark gods would have the ravaging, gnashing, slobbering jaws of the hive on their side, bent on the defilement and destruction of all those who appose... the Black Crusade.

Orbiting Chronosia Prime

A lone vessel exitted hyperspace. It was no larger than a frigate, yet an aura around it was felt by even the most foul of demons. This was the vessel of the Arbiter, a Convert bred with the very energy of Chaos. He had the powers of all of the Dark Gods at his disposal: the fury of Khorne, the disease of Nurgle, among other things.

As the vessel approached the atmosphere it didn't even need introduction; it was a common sight to see a vessel bearing Chaos Converts on pilgrimage to Chronosia Prime.

As the vessel approached the place of meeting, a single transmission was dispatched,

"The Arbiter has returned."

OOC:I'll try and work on Part II now.

A new figure appeared from the shadows of the Chronosian city. One tall figure followed by seven others. They seemed to appear from nowhere. The lead figure inhaled deeply and said,
"It's good to be back."
Emperor Banaan needed no directions to where he was headed. He had been in this room millions of times, yet he had been here none. His scarred and distorded face was well-hidden by the black cloak he wore. An arsenal of wepaons were underneath it, but Emperor Banaan needed none of them. He still wielded the powers he had before he was Cut.

He and his seven Generals almost bursted into the Throne room, but then the Emperor thought, why? It wasn't his anymore. Best be nice.
He knocked with his pale, skinny hand.

Imhotep smiled, revealing the grim face. With a wave of his hand, a Reven Guard Moved forward, his tall thin form making him look like a mechanical device. It put forward one hand, and a section opened, and a Hologram of the Emperor Himself appered.

"It is good this is your chosen path" He said. "Now, Witness the Will of the Flower of Terra"

Above Chronosia Prime, a rupture occured. It wasn't a small rupture normal for a Tsurani ship, but a collosal form. Behind it was a seething colourless mass, not clear, but colourless. The eye would pick it up, but not be able to work out what it was.

And what emerged was a single ship, massie in size. It was...massive, nothing else described it. The Imperial Carrier, Son Of Ra moved through space. Inside its Bowels was the Emperors Own Fleet, a total of Two thousand War ships, as well as Countless Orbital Frames. It entered orbit of the planet, before opening a number of bays for Warships to exit from.

"This will be our Forward Command Center" The hologram of the Emperor said. "The commander of our Forces shall be Admiral Bellasarious, his two advisers General Konner and Reven Malaki. Imhotep shall stay as advisor to the Chronosian Throne for Tsurani plans. Do you have any objections?"

The commander of the ships left behind to aid the crusade activated the transmitters on his warship, and spoke.

"We are the Pre-Universals. We Are timeless, and ageless. We will not dirty ourselves by coming into contact with your plane. We will however provide you with the support of our ships. As explained, the command ship left to help crush a human revolt, so the Ankhmeti Crusade fleet is cut in half. It does not matter."

Eight Years Earlier

Imam sat terrified in the fetal position, darkness encompassing him as the cave shook from weapons impacts. There were three others gathered in the blackened chamber with him. They were lucky enough to have escaped the initial assault that had killed so many of their number.

He could barely make out the frightened faces of his compatriots amidst the darkness. He didn't quite have a clear idea of what had just happened it had occured so quickly; the only thing he knew was that he was still alive and breathing, and that was enough for him. Of course, being trapped in the dark also had its drawbacks: the demons would no doubt enjoy hunting in such a treacherous environment.

It was a local legend that the ancients had used these caves as refuge during the rule of an oppresive tyrant. It was the hope of these men to use this sacred place as a refuge until the demons finally left. How they hoped to survive so long was beyond Imam's comprehension; there was barely a week's worth of food for one person and there was five of them.

They would have no way of knowing the planet had been abandoned when it finally did occur. They would most likely have to send a party up to scour the area to make sure it was clear. And if it wasn't...

Imam didn't want to think such thoughts. If he abandoned hope he was already doomed to die a horrible death. Or worse...

"My friends, I believe we may have made a mistake coming into this cave." came a farmiliar voice from across the chamber.

It was Aiziz, one of Imam's friends.

"How is that?" asked Jafar, one of the men who had fled to the cave with them, over the gentle rumbling of the cave,

"Well, for one, they obviously know we are here. They won't allow us to escape alive-" he was interrupted by an almost mocking laugh,

"Aiziz, my friend, perhaps I must inform you of the nature of the demons that seek our blood," cackled Ali, a man who only recently joined their party, in an almost sadistic way, "I have heard stories of such creatures as the ones that now stalk the surface. Demons, creatures of fire, capable of tearing a man's skull clean off of his head on a whim. They serve horrible masters that feast on one thing: souls."

"So you're saying these...eaters of souls...intend to take us alive?" asked Aiziz timmidly.

The shadow cast across Ali's scarred face made him appear all the more sinister,

"I never said that," he replied in a somewhat annoyed tone, "Allow me to finish before you make predictions of our fate, my friend. Yes, I do believe they intend to take us alive, not for our souls, but for our bodies."

The others were puzzled by this statement.

"In the tales I heard, men, women, and children are carried off by the demons and never heard from again. However, later on, these same people appear, but they have been...changed. They are demons."

This sent a cold shiver down Imam's spine.

"They wish to take us so that their numbers may swell."

No one responded. This new knoweldge shed light on a fate once unimaginable. Rather than dying and going to Paradise, they would be eternally damned, forced to serve dark masters against their will.

Imam noticed he had been sweating like a pig. His garb was all soaked through. This was strange, as they were in a cave. It should be cool.

Then he realized something: it was now hot within the cave.

Demons, creatures of fire, capable of tearing a man's skull clean off of his head on a whim...

Those words rang within his head and he realised he couldn't stay there. He slowly stood up and turned towards the entrance of the chamber and slinked out through the thin crack.

"Imam! Where are you going!" called Jafar,

"They are here, Jafar. They know where we are. If you wish to keep your soul, you will follow me, too."

Imam didn't even bother to look back to see if his friends followed in his panicked wake. The only thing he wanted now was to survive.

As he ran through the blackened corridor of rock, he stumbled about in the dark.

Fool, if the demons truely are here, they will surely hear you...

As he felt around in the dark, he found what appeared to be stairs. Crawling up them on all fours, he found himself on a high platform; an altar. This was once used by the ancient peoples of this world in sacrificial rituals.

An omen? Surely a bad one. No matter.

He looked down at the cave below him. He could observe almost all movement throughout the caverns. When he came to this realization he heard a series of screams.

Looking back towards the area from which he had come, he was blinded by a sudden explosion as the entrance to the chamber his friends were encamped was blown wide open. For an instant all was bright and he saw them. Hundreds of them. Their polished black armor decorated with the skulls of their fallen foes, their firey red eyes burning brightly through their masks; terrifying, warped faces. He knew, of course, these weren't their true faces; those were hidden behind the masks

He didn't want to see behind the masks.

For that instant, he saw the vile creatures stalking through the corridors, crawling along the walls on all fours like so many insects. He could only imagine what had become of his friends.

As his eyes readjusted to the darkness, he could make out figures coming out of the chamber, some of them screaming in terror, others cackling with delight. One of them, a tall, bulky figure, his armor glimering amidst the darkness, foul runes running along the armor, stood tall even amongst his comrades. These runes ran red with fresh blood.

He was obviously their leader. His armor was ornate, his face mask resembling the face of a skull, his two firey red eyes burning through, chrome skulls on his knees, spiked shoulders with skulls impaled on them. He had obviously killed many times this day.

He held something and was examining it puzzledly. Grunting, he tossed it away, landing it right by Imam. As the creatures walked off towards the entrace of the cave, dragging their new captives kicking and screaming with them, Imam crawled over to examine what it was the creature had been looking at. Two frightened eyes stared back at him, an expression of horror still frozen on the face of Aiziz. A section of the spine was actualy still attached to the bloodied head.

Apparently the creature hadn't found him to be a worthy foe. Imam was repulsed by the sight and instantly retracted back into his hiding place behind the sacrificial altar, saying a prayer for his friend. What were these things?

Suddenly the sound of footsteps came dangerously close to his position. He cowered behind the altar as the demon reached the top of the stairs for a final sweep of the caverns. Seeing Aiziz' severed head laying on the ground, it grunted.

Imam heard a loud metalic clicking sound as the creature's mask and helmet retracted. On an uncontrollable impulse, Imam peaked his head over the altar to glance upon the face of a monster.

It had sharp, almost human features on its face, the skin a pale grey color, its eyes glowing a bright red amidst the darkness. Two large fangs jutted upwards from his lower jaw. It was completely bald, its ears pointed. It was a frightening sight to behold. As it scanned the area, it failed to notice Imam. Chuckling to itself, it headed back down towards the entrance, confident everything in the cave was dead.

Imam breathed a sigh of relief as it left. Now to get off of this wretched world...

Upon the border worlds Lord Tervica journeyed remembering the golden age of the Eternals that was long gone, so long ago that the golden age predated advanced forms of life on the human planet of Earth by many long millions of years. He also remembered that the Eternals, though evolved on the Eternal home world, the little known truth even amongst the Eternals is that the Eternals seed had been put upon their planet (think life in the movie Mars and how the Martians transferred their DNA to the Earth to create life or humans). He was one of the few thousand amongst the Eternal race that had been born in the dimension created by the Highest One for the for the Eternal race to be nurtured, though he was amongst the eldest the Eldest One of the Eternal race humbled him by far in age.

Lord Tervica remembered the great war against the great darkness that had threatened the Eternals as well as the entire universe. After untold years of war and destruction the Eternals had won the final and greatest battle of the war, and the Eternals had destroyed or banished to the Dimension of the Imprisoned Souls all their enemies in that war. Though many mighty Eternals had died in that battle and the Dark Eternals were created in the aftermath of that great war.

Now he would lead a great army against another new darkness that of the Second Black Crusade. The host was mighty and great in number, but very few Eternals had joined him in is quest. The Eldest One of the Eternal race, had forbidden the use of Eternal technologies in this war save, to increase the speed and shields of their ships in a very limited degree. With this Lord Tervica would not send any Eternals into the actual battles save himself and a few others to guide and direct the battles.

[I'm not trying to be unpleasant, but can you please puctuate that? It's kind of hard to read for me.]

OOC: In what kind of format?

OOC: In what kind of format?

[You know, use commas.]

The Queen was not happy. How dare a pitiful infested male take command of her broods? How dare he make a fleet to wage war with enemies unknown, how dare he live?

Nerasfatu reassured the queen time and time again. The swarm would succeed, it would conquer, feed, ravage, and overcome. Nerasfatu informed her that he had better knowledge on the workings of the galaxy, knew about different species, and could command her broods for her for a short while. It took many battles of wits for Nerasfatu to become victorious. The queen was an admirable foe when it came to sense and wits, but Nerasfatu had more.

In the system, ships were still being produced. Massive ships able to carry near a million of the swarm clouded the planets' skies. Millions upon millions of combat broods were scoured over the planet's surfaces, awaiting for the order to board, and begin their journy to victory.

Reaching out with his mind, Nerasfatu searched for the Primarchs of Chronosia he knew, he even searched for the absolute leader.

What would you have the swarm do?

*"We will fight until our bodies have been wasted away, our weapons rusted to dust, and our ships reducded to bolts. Dratheria, we stand ready.", a familiar voice rang out over the IoM com line.

Aboard the Valenn-Class Battlecrusier, Justice, Falx Carius (http://img276.imageshack.us/my.php?image=falx3na.jpg) stood on the bridge, his tattered cloak and psychic hood shielding his armored face. The blade of The Celestial Sword glowed a faint gold, and the blade's edge shaved some of the bulk head off as it passed over it lightly. He sheathed the sword and picked up the com unit.

"Men of Terra VII, Romolus II, Juniipirion, all of you, this is our day. This is not a war, this is beyond that. We are the defenders of the galaxy. Know that our greatest allies will stand strong as we will. I may fall. You may fall. Regardless, we must continue the fight. Battlegroup Winter will be evacuating Julo and his band soon, Admiral Vereii will lead our ships, and Commander Elpidius and I will fight alongside the ground troops. You are never alone, no matter who has fallen. God is righteous and good, and if your cause is righteous and good, you will always win. We march on to defend all. Do not falter, fight for everything you know and love!"

Falx set down the unit and stared into space.*

Bump

Secret IC

Mercer stood on the bridge of his Eclipse Star Destroyer Dratheria's Hope. Although the Axial 'Superlaser' was being repaired the ship was at battle ready formation with the First Fleet. Should this Black Crusade make it's way to the Imperium then they would be ready their forces strong and capable. Mercer sent a comm to Tusanco saying, "Ready yourself for battle the Imperium shall gather it's forces but stay your hand watch and wait for this may not yet reach us and if it does not then this Black Crusade may protect us to a degree. Remember we are strong but not strong enough to take the Lords on by ourselves."

*A communication line crackled to life in Mercer's ear. "Good to see you again. Might I board?", Falx (http://img276.imageshack.us/my.php?image=falx3na.jpg) said. A battlefleet sidled up to Dratheria's as the M.E.R.C.Y. cannon test fired at a desolate asteroid field. The golden beam lit up the area for miles and faded, the asteroids reduced to nothing. "We have a gift for you."*

The Emperor stood in a swift and flurrying motion he sent out a psychic signal to his armies and Navy. Thousands of Space Marines prepared for war and the ships in space readied themselves. He grabbed his weapons and sent out a psychic call to his guard. He strode to his massive Battle Barge Crusader and sent out a message, "Warriors and allies of the Imperium. I sense the forces of Chaos prepare for an attack once again. They may come after us and they may not. Chaos shrouds this moment from me and I take this as an omen. Should these forces come for us I will fight at the head of the battle with you to make man safe from Chaos. I will not fall I have learned much from my time in death and this above all is that Chaos no matter how dangerous and how strong will never prevail." The Emperor's fleet moved to the head and readied itself for battle they would launch only if it was necessary.

The Queen was not happy. How dare a pitiful infested male take command of her broods? How dare he make a fleet to wage war with enemies unknown, how dare he live?

Nerasfatu reassured the queen time and time again. The swarm would succeed, it would conquer, feed, ravage, and overcome. Nerasfatu informed her that he had better knowledge on the workings of the galaxy, knew about different species, and could command her broods for her for a short while. It took many battles of wits for Nerasfatu to become victorious. The queen was an admirable foe when it came to sense and wits, but Nerasfatu had more.

In the system, ships were still being produced. Massive ships able to carry near a million of the swarm clouded the planets' skies. Millions upon millions of combat broods were scoured over the planet's surfaces, awaiting for the order to board, and begin their journy to victory.

Reaching out with his mind, Nerasfatu searched for the Primarchs of Chronosia he knew, he even searched for the absolute leader.

What would you have the swarm do?

Grow, kill, consume, evolve came the reply from Marcus' considerable mind. Hunt down the Imperium who would oppose me, and render them to bones and ashes. I shall tolerate no failure, and no opposition. They are ripe to be consumed The secret mental transmissions crackled to the King. Marcus let a smile carress his lips; a fell smirk. Leave none alive; consume as is your nature; let their carcasses nurture your evolution; let their death bring you life anew....

*The Monarch Titan's stood motionless in the ship bay. Suddenly, they lit up, noises filled the bay as pilot's ran checks. A single Titan, painted with the colors of Dratheria strode foward and jettisoned from the open lock. It hovered in front of the bridge of the Dratherian captial ship and flexed. Falx at the window, smiling broadly.*

Mercer laughed and said, "Yes come on over old friend it has been a long time. You can meet me on the bridge and we will discuss the future although I pray the immediate future does not include war with Chaos." The Monarch Titan was beamed into one of many large cargo bays and Mercer smiled. He then added, "You mind if we replicate these?"

*Falx left the bay and the crew to teach the Dratherians how to operate the massive Titan. The Space Marines saluted him as he passed, and he walked onto the bridge. The Celestial Sword gleamed in it's sheathe, his hands at his sides. "I didn't imagine he would agress so spontainiously. We must form a battle plan. I'd imagine splitting up their Primarchs with a divide-and-conquer strategy would be helpful. I am sure the Dri Vellans would make good Guerilla's, while your Emporer, Reken, Yourself, and I could make the attacks."*

Mercer smiled, "That would be the best strategy however I would like you to meet some new friends of mine." With that Xander and Kailen walked in. Kailen's daemonic appearance at times frightened Mercer himself. For it was looking at the daemon in himself as well as a deadly power from Hell. Xander an imposing figure being a giant among Primarchs at 10 feet tall with a massive frame. Xander spoke first, "I am Xander Primarch of the Seismic Fists and my silent brother here is Kailen Primarch of the Hellblazers." Mercer then spoke up, "Thank you for the gift now let's plan for a defense."

"Quite an interesting...apperance.", Falx said. "Well, seeings as he has more Primarchs than we have men, we will need to try to bait them. I propose we all focus on single targets with half of our fleets, recouperate that battered half, use the other to wipe out another, and repeat."

*Disclaimer: All Conversations on this bridge is considered IS.*

Mercer chuckled, "His appearance is hardly odd he looks a kin to our form as daemons for he is half daemon. Half Arcoran to be specific. Arcoran was the our original name before we became 'human'. But I propose we not assault them to do so would be foolish. The easiest way to beat Chron is to wait for him to attack. We learned this through war with him for to fight him head on is to welcome death but if you wait for him it is much easier to fight him."

"Very Well.", Falx spoke as he gazed out the bridge, half expecting a fleet of spiked, black ships to appear.*

IS:
to: drathera and TCS
from: Violet the Queen of Dri Vel
Gentelmen I need to inform you that untill Dri Vel is attacked we will have no part in this war, you are still free to use my planet as a base.
Falx- Iam under the impression that two of my maids are on an expidition with a branch of your military, with a war brewing it would make me feel better knowing that they were in your care as apposed to being stranded in the middel of no where.feel free to fold them in to your army, both are good solders, but can be a bit strong willed at times.
Thank you both for your time, feel free to contact me with any questions you may have.
Good day

The Crusader pulled alongside the Dratherian capital ship and the Emperor beamed aboard the bridge with his honor guard of Homo Sapiens Novus. The Emperor stepped forward with his golden armor glowing and said, "Greetings. Well I believe we should listen to Mercer on this he does have the experience with this Chaos spawn although I think we should also plan offensive strikes for this scenario."

Transmission from Falx Carius to Queen Violet:

I thank you, but I have but on question. How is my former friend from the wedding faring? I believe Julo wishes to meet her.

Transmission from Falx Carius to Queen Violet:

I thank you, but I have but on question. How is my former friend from the wedding faring? I believe Julo wishes to meet her.

Reply:
Sir i do not know who you speek of, perhaps you could provide me with a name, tell your son- I presume- that i send my greetings.

OOC: Though out of you though all you that disregarding me are older then me I out post all of you except Chronosia who I respect for his experince. But, yet FT is not determined by age or population or even number of posts it is determined by the person. But, yet you cannot just go blowing up entire galaxies (other dimensions are a different story) that would be godmodding or trying to outnumber you enemies a million to one.

OOC: No, we don't disregard you, it's a basic equation. The NS population is a ROUGH GUIDE to your military strength, basically. The only reason this exists is to stop people claiming hundreds of millions of ships, etcetera.

For instance, if you have 1.2 billion, your "rating", would be 1.2. Compare this to a 2.4 billion nation, and they have twice the strength that you do. For instance, TFU, a less militarized, barely bigger nation than me, has perhaps 10-20 times as many ships, so I treat them as if they're made of cardboard. Posts don't matter one whit. Considering the fact that I'd been stuck on 17k for a few years back, naturally I didn't make many posts in the forum. Posts have no bearing on your nation whatsoever, except to define it, and to describe it. Again, the reason most people stick to a ratio of their NS pop is simply for convienience, as, otherwise, we'd have an uberfleet over here, and twenty thousand planetkillers over there... You see?

Additionally, posts matter the absolute least of anything, because they don't count length. I mean, Einhauser, someone with below a thousand posts, is a far better RPer than most of us here, and is well known, to boot, but his posts are traditionally 5-6 paragraphs long. Whereas you, Scandinivians, have a lot of 4-5 word posts, which make post count irrelevant.

(Oh, and where did the "Blowing up galaxies/dimensions" thing come from? Nobody here, to my knowledge, has done that.)

OOC: No more petty squabbles;
bitches, OOC Thread, OOC Thread, Bitches :P
Introductions made; post all OOC comments here :)
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=9577776#post9577776

Reply:
Sir i do not know who you speek of, perhaps you could provide me with a name, tell your son- I presume- that i send my greetings.

She was actually his mother, it was so long ago, Chrys-something?

It saddens me deeply, and he hasn't known her.

" ah yes her name was chrysanus, i have not seen her for years, she was asked to leave our country when she turned 16 because she refused to join our military or get married, at the moment i do not know where she is, altho i would be happy to try and find her if you would like, it should not be to difficult, ladys with black wings tend to not go unnoticed."

I would enjoy seeing her greatly, but I regret that we have lost contact with my son, who so wished to see her, and this war looms overhead.

" i will see what i can do about finding the lady, however it causes me great distress to know that you have lost contact with your son, i hope that, for your health, you will be able to return my two maids to me alive, if i half to fly half way arround the universe to pick whats left of them, you my friend will be one vary sorry fellow"
" please reply when you have found my maids or when this war is over, i have interupted enough of your planing, good day sir"

*bump*

With a terrific roar, the hive tyrants beckoned their broods into the bowels of the massive, sleek ships. Millions upon millions of the swarm poured into the 270 huge carrier ships. The ships themselves were bristling with defence weaponry, able to pick apart any fighters that ventured too close. Of course capital ships could also pick apart the hive ships from distance, but the hive ships did not plan to stay out of range for that long.

With their minds under direct link with Nerasfatu, the tyrants roared the rest of their broods onto the ships. Nerasfatu boarded the biggest and most heavily armed hive ships, which he named himself, Ravager.

Slowly the huge ships lifted into the great blackness of space, their hulls sheeming with the red light of the giant star. Slowly they made their way out of the system, towards the inevitable conflicts.

Kailen was already bored and he turned around quickly and stormed out saying, "Inform me of your plans later. For now I am off to find something fun to do and maybe find out a little more about this situation." Mercer snorted, "Damn it's the daemon in him. He is truly malevolent and apparently all he wants to do is fight."

Minutes later he arrives on his flagship, Hellfire, a massive Battle Barge outfitted with a heavy graviton cannon on the prow. It was a death black and adorned with bones of daemons and mortals. He went to his bridge and read the archives on the Chronosians and gave an order, "Fold this ship to the coordinates that the flagship of Lord Cabot resides at. I want to speak with this man he seems like my kind of person." Seconds later the massive vessel appeared before Lord Cabot's flagship and drifted there. Kailen sent a message,

Greetings Lord Cabot I am Kailen, Primarch of the Hellblazers Space Marine Legion I wish to talk to you for you seem to be a person a kin to me. I wish to know more about what is going on so that I may better understand this Crusade of yours. Of course if you don't wanna talk we could always fight if you wished it so."

Cabot's flagship lies at the edge of Chronosian space on routine border patrols; a pitiful task for a servant of the great Blood God. The vessel that tears itself into being, interests him; though it is of the Hated Blood Enemy. Cabot yawns softly, before engaging communications.

"I shall have parley with you; yet you are the spawn of my enemy; the bastard race that proclaims on vanity to be superior. A shame that they should be so self-indulged; you seem a purer sort, and are granted an audience. Khorne becomes ascendant in the Imperium; 3 brothers hold him as their god; yet Slaanesh and Nurgle hold the ears of the Emperor. Yet I shall not trouble you with my politics....What do you wish to discuss, 'Primarch'?"

Kailen laughed and said, "I too hate the way they claim to be superior when they are mere shells of what they could be and what they should be. I only think I am superior to the demons that claim to be callled daemon but this is only because to be daemon is to know true strength. I wish to find out more about this Black Crusade of yours and what it holds in store for my brethern, the Dratherians, if you can call them that and I also wish to know more about the Khorne. I only wish one thing and that is to kill and fight all of which they promise me and my word is the only thing bonding me to them."

"The Dratherians are swine upholding a dead religion; they say they are protectors; but they are nothing before the gods. Should they stay their hand, they shall be spared; should they interfere; my father will decide their fate. It is not my place to dictate the will of the True Emperor in the affairs of his armies; simply to dictate the will of Khorne within my legion."

He chuckles softly. "Khorne is war, bloodshed, the eternal spilling of blood; of blazing fires and limitless war. Eternal war; war after war after war. Each death feeds him; each victory, each defeat gives him strength"

Kailen thught to himself, Intriguing this Khorne doesn't sound like a half bad being. I wonder.............. He then spoke up, "This is all very interesting and good to know. However I have one more question, how can I get to know this Khorne a little better?"

"All acts of war lead to Khorne; even Pride, Ambition, Arrogance, Lust for war and blood. All fuels the lake of blood; all adds to the Throne of Skulls; but you will never know him; not while your 'allies' hold true to the Emperor as God. A Pathetic notion; truly...I trust this concludes our business."

Kailen flexed his muscles and his taloned hands glistened as he laughed, "I hold him nigh as a god for he is just a man no matter how powerful he is. Although his flesh helped give me life I consider him nothing more than a relic of an old religion. I hold true to Lucifer and the Anti-Creator although they are not gods they are powerful beings and more than likely consort with your gods of Chaos. I wish to know Khorne better I would appreciate any help you might give me to do so."

"Find your own path amongsty your false gods and great beings; we shall aid you nothing, Dratherian." Cabot turned. "Take us home" He hissed; and the nodding tech priests sent the invocations, and sent message to the Navigators; the ships exterior crackling with warp energy as reality rent about it, and it slid forth into the Warp.

"Farewell; oh curious child"

Kailen stood and loosed a furious roar, "How dare he call me that trash's name. I will find my way to this Khorne then we shall fight to see which one of us is like the weakling Dratherians for he is only human and I, I am daemon. My kind was the first and the strongest and we are here. Take me to the lost world I think it's time we bring back an old leader to our kind. He may be more powerful than I but he will help us achieve our goal." With that the ship folded space to a world galaxies away. There a man was awoken and brought aboard the ship when he was fully roused he said, "Good, good now we can begin. We shall serve under this Emperor for now for it falls into my plan however soon we will meet these Lords of Chaos and then further on we will meet their gods."

*Falx jammed his finger into his ear and cursed loudly. "Mercer, enormous movement several thousand miles away. Ready the guns, I expect Chronosia is mobilizing. If you'll excuse me...", he said as departed for his Titan, The Martyr's Sword.*

Thousands of ships had mobilised; the entire army and navy of the Imperium readied for so many killing blows; for endless war and supplication to the Gods; untold lightyears from the Imperiumk of Man; within their own systems, the armies of Chronosia gathered under the great banners; saluting their soverign Emperor; united in black devotion as they took to the stars.

"Soon shall be our hour" His voice boomed even over the mobilisation. "Soon we shall wipe away all that once existed; purify all with cleansing flame; unify a divided galaxy under our sway; under Chaos. For there is no force in this Universe greater than the Warp; nor an enemy that our combined might cannot vanquish! Muster with me brothers; bring every ship; every man to this armada of the willing and prepare! Prepare for war eternal, and victory anew!"

--Chronosia Prime, the Imperial Palace

Helion, the Chosen of Tzeentch, Warmaster of the Khurgan, relaxed in his quarters. He had learned much in his time here, the Art of Alchemy, the secrets of the genetically engineered supermen of the Adeptus Asartes, and of the powered armor protecting their hides. He had also taught much. He had imparted much knowledge, of troop movements, of the thoughts of traitors, of thaumaturgical techniques. And now, he was ready to test himself and his minions.

Marcus De Draken had called a Black Crusade, a war to bring glory to Chaos, to expand the holdings of its priests. This was an opportunity that the Warmaster could not pass.

Blinking into the Warp, he teleported to the side of the Daemon Emperor. Bowing, Helion spoke.

"My lord Emperor, I believe this is an ample opportunity for Khurgan to test its strength. The forces of Change cannot rest for long, they begin to tear themselves apart. My lord, I humbly request our membership in this great endeavour."

*Falx stood aboard the bridge of the Justified Vigilante, and rallied his troops, "Men, many of us with fall, many shall survive. This is not a battle we can retreat from, oh no, this is a fight for survival. No one will fall back, no one can surrender. Surrendering to theseis a fate worse than death. Earn your place in Heaven, my brethren. Death is not the end, it is the beginning of a forever-lasting Nirvana. We must fight until we cannot move our fingers. This day, these years to come, of constant combat shall not dim us. Fight not for me men, but for your country!", his speech was met with an uproar over the communication systems. His men were ready.*

"Of course; all who serve Chaos are welcome to fight by our side; though our foes are many, we shall fight till death; we shall crush all who stand before us. Though we may fall; our foes shall be....Changed; tainted by our passing. In the name of Tzeentch, our foes shall be destroyed; remade; and further serve our ambitions..."

*Sergeant ran through ranks and slapped helmets to affirm readiness. Icharus Dropships were filled to the capacity, and men made barricades at key boarding places. The ten thousand marines stood waiting diveded amongst the five capital ships, 5000 fighters swarming over the fleet, and three lone Monarch Titans floating in the vacuum, lights beaming.*

"Fire M.E.R.C.Y. test salvo. Over."

"Very well, my lord. I shall assemble the fleets. Change shall come to this galaxy, and the fires of Tzeentch shall remake it in our image. Now, my lord, I shall take my leave to call up my forces."

Stepping back into the Warp, Helion moved back to the surface, to his astropath's chamber. Sending his message, he returned to his chambers, content in the knowledge that the armadas of Change would arrive soon.

As it was, The fleet had been emtied. The Carrier had logded itself into orbit around the planet. This Represented the strongest Fleet gathering. Seventy Five Percent of the Armed forces. Which ment Two thousand out of Two thousand Six Hundred and Sixty-Six. An impressive feat, no less.

These ships moved showing in their glory Three Hundred Cursiers, Five hundred Battle Ships, Two hundred Frigates and One thousand Axillias. The fleet was a core of Troops surrounded by Units constripted ((Or joined willingly depending)) into the Navy.

The Tsurani where ready.

Scouts where sent, it was a massive probe, directed towards the Homeworlds of all Those mobilizing aginst the Black Crusade.

The First Defences Tests had been Sent.

The massive ships drifted along carelessly in space. Each holding 750,000 strong, in total nearly 200 million of the swarm. They were well under-way towards the coming conflicts, but who would be their first target?

Nerasfatu stood in an open sea of his sleeping swarm. He contemplated, reasoned with himself, aswell as reaching out with his mind and grasping intelligence from his allies.

Who first shall feel the wrath...

Simple enough. He would strike at the bulk of the military force. The feeble Imperium of Man. The ships themselves pivoted towards imperial space, and sped to the awaiting conflicts.

Imperial 2nd Crusader Armada

With the target for the Crusade finally decided upon between Dooman and Chronosian leadership, the 2nd Armada was mobilized for what was to be a most grand invasion. Five hundred ships sailed the stars under the command of High Lord Marshal Tyranus, half brother to Skorm, who now commanded 1st Armada, currently out crushing some backwater system for the glory of the crusade.

Soon enough, 2nd Armada would have its fun with the Imperium of Man. Many fresh souls awaited conversion within that empire, and the black hordes were happy to ablidge.

The entire fleet was built around Tyranus' flagship, the Doomgiver. This was one of two Worldcleansers that served in the Dooman navy, capable of erasing all life on a planet at the push of a button, possessing enough converts to occupy an entire star system.

Hundreds of smaller escort ships defended the Doomgiver, along with tens of thousands of fighters and millions of Marines.

This was to be the single largest army assembled by the Empire since the Galactic Civil Wars. And it would soon be bearing down on the fledgling Imperium of Man.

* bump for being a good thread*

Slowly, with determination the Hive Fleet creeped over closer to the far extending border planets of the Imperium of Man, particularly the far settlements of the Celestial Swords. Closer and closer the hive fleet moved towards the planets, the massive psi umbrella engulfing the planets, preventing any astropath communications from being sent out from the worlds.

Soon the ships would be on the world, and millions upon billions of poisonous spores would rain down upon the planet's surface, suffocating most of the unprotected inhabitants of the small settlements set upon the world. Of course that was only if there was an extreme large number of ships that happened to be out by an insignificant world protecting it. One big enough to match the sheer size of the hive ships, and the 270 ship strong fleet.

Mercer yelled it first, "Shit! Move the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh fleets out! Now, now, now! And dammit send the Hellblazers, the Seismic Fists, and the Ultramarines to help in engagement!" He then sent a message to Falx, 'Stand down your warships on Chronosia. They won't move on us if we stay our hand from them however the Tyranid are attacking so ready for a full attack I am sending 500 ships now and creator willing Dratheria's Hope as well. We have even dispatched twelve Space Marine strike forces from the Hellblazers, the Seismic Fists, and the Ultramarines to help in engagement. They are attacking without the support of Chronosia and probably without their consent. We will be intercepting them within moments." He ended the comm there and continued, "How effective is the Axial 'Superlaser'?" A tech responded, "At 85% strength." Mercer smiled, "Good then fold space with our escorts to attack formation." With that Dratheria's Hope, a massive Eclipse-class Star Destroyer, folded space with it's escorts and the other fleets the ships simultaneously appeared in front of the Tyranid fleet. All ships fully armed their main weapons and raised their shields and targeted the enemy fleets. Mercer then sent a telepathic communication, Stand down your forces immediatley or be destroyed! I nor the Imperium will tolerate this! He turned to a comm tech and said, "Order the Razgriz and her escorts to fold space immediatley and arm their weapons let's see how they handle to heavy assault warships." Seconds later the Razgriz a Sovereign-class Star Destroyer folded space with her escorts and went to battle ready formation.

After hearing this the Emperor boarded the Crusader and ordered his 36 ship fleet to fold alongside the Dratherian fleets. They did so moments after the Dratherians arrived and readied themselves for battle the Emperor sent a similar message reaching out to the Hive Mind with a good portion of his psychic presence, I am the Emperor I demand you leave the realms of my allies and the Imperium if you do not do so I will bring down the full fury of my fleets upon you.

"Imperial brothers; allies of Chaos; those who serve and those who rule; our day is now; our time is now. This is our hour! By the will of the Gods, I declare this Black Crusade as begun; I give sanction to this war of faith, and the wars that shall spring from its passing. In the name of Chaos, go forth; kill; punish, convert! Pillage! We shall burn the very stars out, and leave darkness as our hallmark. You know the targets, begin now; and crush our enemies...."

The First and Second Soverign Chronosian Battlefleets; hereby codified as Zeus and Hades, surged forth into the warp; at their heads, the two great Primarch's of the Imperium; Remiel and Lucian. Remiel sat now, upon his throne, silks draped about him, banners billowing in mystic wind; scents and sights goading his passions to rise; he chuckled softly, carressing the shifting stone of his throne as they tore forward towards victory. Remiel sat upon the bridge of his flagship; The Transcendant Humanity, while Lucian; sat upon a throne made of diseased bodies and rotting fabric, gazed out into the Immaterium; he was the Child of Nurgle; the PlagueLord; and he sat within his great edifice of corruption; the Pestilant Pleasure.

As the ships tore out of the warp, orbing the hiveships; great and resplendant hulls of metal and made by man, coming between the Dratherians and the Tyranids.

Remiel smiled softly as he took to the comms.

"Children of Dratheria; servants of the False Emperor. You have a choice; yield to us and our soverign victory; or face the wrath of the Imperium proper. You are a husk, a shell, a vessel for our glory. Should you refuse our demands, then you shall be crushed by our crusade. If you stand down; then perhaps we shall spare you. It is interesting to see you jumping around space, straight into the Swords domain; as though they cannot defend themselves. Once again this Imperium is weak! And you, Dratherians, you are the maggots writhing in its belly. The canker in the rose...Chaos is the only true way; Chaos was here long before your Imperium, and shall remain long after you pass into death.

You have sown the wind, and you shall reap the whirlwind."

OOC: Also, Drath, you and all your allies may want to note Tsurani's probes.

Mercer laughed and sent a transmission to Remiel, "Do not say we did not give fair warning. Although we shall not move against you to invade be aware that we will defend our space it is our duty as brethern to help defend each other. A force unified is better than a force divided." He then turned on his internal forces comm, "Send them a warning shot target the Transcendant Humanity and the Pestilant Pleasure with the Axial 'Superlasers'. I care not if you destroy them just hit them with it. Also get the shieldships running in a tight formation. And if their ships survive have the Hellfire and her escorts fire boarding torpedoes at those ships. Let's see how the handle even half-breed Arcorans." The Razgriz and Dratheria's Hope fired their 'Superlasers' at the two flagships' broad sides and another message was sent, "That was a warning shot the next one will be on target. I order you by the will of the Emperor to leave this place. You gave your word should we stay our hand you would not attack. I will also warn you that at any time we can fold a planetbuster near your homeworld. Should you persist in your agression we will be forced to counter-attack and know our ships can move far faster than yours both FTL and sublight thanks to the 'Lost Ones'."

OOC And thank you for alerting me to that Chron but the Dratherians see it as a minor threat considering most of their defenses are hard to find/scan. So it is considered a nuisance and will be taken care of as nuisances are.

The Emperor watched these incidents with interest and was intrigued by these Chaos 'Primarchs' although the Dratherian, San Bay, and Reken Primarchs had been created with his minor assistance these had been created by Chaos and were as such inferior. He reached out with his mind and touched this Remiel's mind he felt it and felt the Chaos about it. He never had feared Chaos in fact Chaos feared his touch he delved deeper and sent a telepathic message so subtle that it seemed that it was Remiel's own thought, Cease this at once! Why would you attack an opponent that has promised non-aggression in this matter? He then pressed further in and sent a surge of psychic force down the man's spine to give him a nice little chill.

The fleets of the Khurganate had arrived. Ten of the mighty Cataclysm battlecruisers, bristling with weaponry, enough firepower to reduce a world to molten slag. Three of the great Firewyrm carriers, carrying swarms of smallcraft, which would boil forth to consume their foes. And the flagship of the Khurganate, the Changer of Ways itself. And aboard that terrible vessel, Helion, Warmaster of the Khurgan, Chosen of Tzeentch.

The Warmaster looked out over the assembled forces of his allies, the mighty war machines of the Doomans, the glorious edifices to the Dark Gods that were the Chronosian vessels. He could sense the Hive Ships of the Tyranids, devouring all before them. And reaching across the threads of fate, he could feel a time of great and glorious Change ahead, such a beautiful thing. There could only be one outcome to this campaign. And Tzeentch would be well pleased...

The acting commander of the P.U. fleet stood at the bridge of his ship, the 'Shining Beacon', and silently mocked the humans.
Their insitance on trusting the powers of chaos showed that they were weak, and sought power however they could find it. This sickened him. His people were less than 300 in number, but controlled billions of souls. It took humans a lot more effort to control such an empire. yet still the younger races wanted more power. Soon the Chronosian thirst for power would be extinguished, in an ory of destruction. But it would not be confined to the enemies of Chaos. He spoke to the crew, 4 Pre-Universals.

"Follow the Chronosian fleet. If there is combat, help them. it's not our job to carry out the strike on Chronosia Orime, apparently. Saving that for the worldship. Oh well. I suppose I should read out our orders. In the name of Alpha-001, we have been authorised to fight with the full authority of Alpha-001 and his deputies. We are to aid the forces of Chronosia, until the strike on Chronosia Prime is complete, at which time all Pre-Universals in the fleet are ordered to Ascend, and immediately attempt to return to this plane, at the homeworld. Good luck men."

The P.U. fleet of 500 ships moved into formation with the Chronosian fleet, ready to follow at a picosecond's notice.

-----Chronosia Prime System-----

The massive worldship had engaged it's shift generator, making it intangible and invisible. Lodged between normal space and Quasispace, scans would go right through it. With a fleet of 50 Emperor class battleships, 10 Eclipse Star destroyers and 200 refitted smaller vehicles, it was ready. The fleet was to all intents and purposes unnecessary, and would leave the worldship once the home defence fleet was gone. The strike would be soon. Very soon.
On the bridge of the 'Re' was the largest concentration of Pre-Universals in the Universe. 40 beings, nearly divine, all busying themselves controlling the automated fleet. The captain stood at the 10-foot tall viewscreen, and watched the Chronosian homeworld. Soon it would burn.

"Ha These chaos scum think they can take th Mighty Imperium this easily??" Tusanco laughs. "Naaman, you and Alorua Dispatch to meet the Chronosian Front, Sternhammer, you and your 'child' will go to meet the Tyranic front, I shall lead another force agunst the other 'Friends' of the Chronosian empire. ready your ships and leave immiedately." Tusanco Finishes and dismisses the War meeting.

Dividing the Reken force each Commander Speaks to his men and they pray the final prayer, the prayer of death.

The Emperor watched these incidents with interest and was intrigued by these Chaos 'Primarchs' although the Dratherian, San Bay, and Reken Primarchs had been created with his minor assistance these had been created by Chaos and were as such inferior. He reached out with his mind and touched this Remiel's mind he felt it and felt the Chaos about it. He never had feared Chaos in fact Chaos feared his touch he delved deeper and sent a telepathic message so subtle that it seemed that it was Remiel's own thought, Cease this at once! Why would you attack an opponent that has promised non-aggression in this matter? He then pressed further in and sent a surge of psychic force down the man's spine to give him a nice little chill.

Remiel shrugged off the psychic tingle, deriving only pleasure from the mediocre assault that tried to penetrate his pleasure driven mind. The great Lord of Pleasures had gifted him perfection in body and mind; had gifted him with greater and greater power; and now, at the head of a Black Crusade; deemed warmaster of all the Imperium. Inferiority, was not in his blood, nor his nature. War, however, was.

Get out of my mind, child. He snarled in thought, his will done in an instant, transmitted, honed. You are enemies of the Imperium; you are worms who crawl in the dust, and I name you as thus. You rose to challenge us, you thought to be defenders of all humanity; but Humanity has forsaken you. Behold perfection....You have rose to face us, and then sworn non-aggression. Now; you shall burn in the purifying flame of the Warp And he ceased, laughing gently as he turned towards the battle now at hand.

Space rent and tore near them as the superlazers grazed their shields; sending sparks to dot the hulls of the two mighty flagships; a noticeable drop in shield stability; form 100% to 75%.

"My Lord, the Enginseers advise we pull back and renew our shields."

"Have the good Enginseer sshot and his subordinate replace him; remind him that pessimism is not a survival trait; nor encouraged by his Master" Remiel chuckled softly. "Engage transmissions with the Dratherian vessels."

"Done, Lord."

"Oh, poor Dratherian; you trusted the words of Chaos, your sworn enemies? Better we were Abaddon knocking at the Cadian Gate than assailing it; better that you be shot than serve as such worthy and competant watchdogs for your Imperium" He spat. "Baseless idiot." He chuckled, rising from his throne. "You brag of your technology; look what I have brought to you, Dratherian! Two Thousand ships of the Imperium; a vast armada that is but a part of a greater whole. You have your decision, relent or die. I shall take your Emperor's head for a trophy; and parade his corpse about the stars; let his body be rent and torn; his corpse defiled for all to know; this is the fool who thought he was the Emperor reborn; this is the one who thought he could defeat Chaos. Know this, Dratherian; it takes not a bastard son to bring an Empire to its knees; your dream fell once, I assure you it shall fall again, your mythic lost ones be damned. You cannot dodge every shot, my dear fool."

With Chronosia Prime in full defence mode; its mighty orbital defences and arrays cracklign with power; its planetary shields terrible and holding above the Daemon World; the Imperium remained; countless thousands of ships, Chronosian and allied remained about it; waiting; waiting the order to move in war against their foes. Marcus smiled softly, closing his eyes, as across the void; Remiel took his steps towards greatness.

"Open fire; all batteries; saturate the combat zone on my mark; tracking systems go; engage primary warp cannons; shields holding."

"Aye Lord!"

The Transcendant Humanity Hovered for a moment, before its front prow was engulfed in unknowable light; the main warp cannon firing into the bulk of the Dratherian fleet, even as missles and mines hurtled forth from amidst the Chronosian fleet; every weapon engaged; hurtling with cleansing fire towards the fell enemy, missles splitting and dividing; cluster missles and mines homing upon their many targets; as the IMperium; 2000 ships in all; went to war against the far weaker Imperium of Man...

First, Second, and Third fleet were ready. They warped to Chronosia Prime to fetch the Admiral, who flew to the Andromeda, the Green Sun flagship. Teh fleet then joined the Chronosian fleet to engage the Drathiens.
There were only a total of twenty-one ships, but that was enough to match three fleets four times that size. Green Sun didn't bother with numbers with their ships. Power. Raw power and brilliant tactics and strategies led the Green Sun fleets. The massive lasers and MAC cannons were incredibly powerful, but Green Sun has a number of tricks up their sleeves, more powerful than the conventional weaponry told to be on their ships, or any ship for that matter.
Space disruptor systems.
Many fleets used Space disruption for long-range travel and even travel. Green Sun found out how to use it as weaponry. The disruptors would activate at a target, consuming a target by literally shaking up space and time around them. They were made to be able to cause a huge amount of damage on a ship, but not enough to cause the universe to collapse. It was truely and awesome weapon, but only the Admiral had the authority to activate them from the Andromeda. They would be used as a last resort or tosignal the start of a huge battle. No longer would they be mocked for their primitive, conventional weaponry.

*Falx stood aboard the new Uber Dreadnaught Flagship, The Arbitrary Righteousness, staring at his 6000 Thunderbolt Starfury Fighters, planetary assault ships in the rear, Icharus Scoutships at ready. The giant ship stood next to five other vessels, a Heavy Destroyer, and four Battlecrusiers.The fleet was the pride of TCS, but hadn't proved itself, this was it's day.*

"Prepare the M.E.R.C.Y. Cannon."

"Aye, Sir."

The M.E.R.C.Y. cannon was the most prized weapon in the fleet, mounted aboard The Arbitrary Righteousness, it fired a 300-meter wide beam of pure energy, enough to punch through the moon it had been test fired on. The heat would combust any ship it had fired at, making the molten metal just as dangerous as the beam itself.

"Fire at will."

"FIRE!" ordered the Admiral as the MERCY cannon was being fired from the TCS ships. Bright yellow and red laser erupted from the Green Sun ships, tehir aim strait and true. Admiral Jones transmitted the following messages to all Imperium of Man ships attacking Chronosia Prime:
"By the order of the Trinary Empire of Green Sun, the President Homer Strauss, the Emperor Jordan Equanant, and the Sultan Shaku Sha'amamee, you are hereby ordered to surrender or you will face the full attack of the first Three fleets of Green Sun.

Multiple Shieldships were rent asunder as the blast hurtled toward the fleet but still the incredible shielding held while the ships behind were damaged slightly. Mercer sounded a call and the fleet let loose a full barrage of fire into the vast armada. He sent a transmission, "Interesting little attack but we are beginning to adapt to your little Warp Cannons and as such have learned to harness Warp energy to counter-act it to a degree. Ready yourself Chaos we have some surprises in store for you specifically. We have been ready for a long time you fool. You call us weak because you are vain believing yourselves to be perfect at least we admit our follies. If I remember correctly e destroyed your two mightiest legions with ease. I think it's time you met your end. Our last 'Superlaser' shot was at a mere 50% power and intentionally grazed you. I bid you ado." Mercer turned on his internal comm system and said, "Shut off that comm I'm tired of his inscessant chatter if he does not wanna negotiate so be it. Call up our back-up units now! Also kill him I'm tired of his superiority complex and if it doesn't kill him this time send Kailen and his warriors onto his bridge. Fire the 'Superlasers' at 100% power and target center broadside. destroy Remiel and Lucian. And hell have all units turn all batteries on their area and saturate them. And launch all fighters!" With those commands 1500 ships folded space to attack formation and the ships took a wide spacing of each other. Then simultaneously millions of batteries saturated the enemy Chronosian forces with such blinding force the thousands of fighters, loaded with shipbusting weapons, coming could not be seen. Then they attacked as one with devastating force. On Dratheria the resonance torpedo was being readied and incased in a launcher and placed in a fold gate while surrounded by Shieldships.

OOC To: Green Sun From: Domino
Wow skippy hold on there we are not attacking Chron he is attacking us and invaded our borders. I can attack Chronosia Prime if you'd like but I can assure you there'd be nothing left to defend.

OOC: Yeah, because of your nations small size and the unbelievable numbers you are throwijng around, I assume your ships are crunchy and of cardboard variety :) And yeah right there'd be nothing left to defend; calm yourself of YOUR OOC superiority complex, Kludge.

IC:

The shields crackled and held, buckling metal whined and roared as the shields were saturated and attacked; Chronosian ships returned fire, sending forth vast gouts of fiery death into the void. A ship exploded under heavy fire as the fleet advanced, a steady wave of metal and flame; a vast orgy of unending destruction.

"Sir, we detect more Dratherian ships have arrived and are engaging; recommend deployment of graviton and heavy fusion weaponry."

"We have allies in the area; controlled bursts of strategic weapons! NOW!"

"Aye Sir!"

The vast arrays opened fire with strategic weapons; vast explosions rocking space as black holes roared to life with the detonation of the Graviton weapons, and vast explosions of sheer energy, from the heavy fusion bombs, which continued to subdivide amongst the void.

"Report."

"Sir, shields are down to minimal; recharging now; we have energy weapons at nil to compensate, steady with projectile weaponry bombardment." The ship shook, sparks flying from a burst light.

"Strenghten all shieldings, anti-teleport systems are engaged; bridge shielding is at 50%, correct?"

"Aye Lord; compensating now."

"Order full ahead with the fleet; Lucian and I shall provide strategic support from the rear; message our allies; order full fire focussed on the Dratherians. They seem to seek to rain upon our parade."

The weapons of the fleet crackled and roared into life as the fleet surged ahead to face the Dratherians, the warcries of those on board echoing through the void; as they brought down their concentrated wrath. What had began as a skirmish, seemed to have turned into a full out hellish war; a war which would forever shape these nations destinies.

Staring upon his great army of many millions all armed with staff weapon, each being about six feet long, capable of firing a laser beam if fired in the right place will kill most men. There his men were in perfect order forming cohorts of 80,000 warriors each. There soldiers stood at the ready to destroy each amd every invader that would dare assial the Eternal Empire. Lord Tervia had made sure that none of them knew that the Eternals were not really supporting their war.

Above Lord Tervica had assemble five thousand large ship and many countless other smaller ships in order to fight the force that was looming and gahtering in the name of darkness and chaos. He as an Eternal opposed chaos and darkness with all his might and being and would be willing to die before any of these vices were to gain control of the Eternal Empire. That is way had come to the borders and amasses this army to fight the Black Crusade.

OOC: Don't worry, I changed my post. A bit of miscommunication on my part, my bad.
IC:
Admiral Jones transmitted the message a few more times. Attacking the Dratherians would certainly help out Chronosia, but they could definitely help themselves for a while. The Green Sun ships would go after weaker prey.
"Focus MAC cannons on the TCS ships."
"Sir?"
"You heard me."
"I feel a bit guilty. We used to be on good terms with them..."
"Are you questioning my orders?"
"MACs ready, sir."
"Aim and fire."
"Sir."
The Cadet joined the Admiral on the bridge, much to his surprise.
"Cadet, what are you doing on the bridge?"
"I wish to help, sir."
"You're a Cadet. I'm an Admiral. I know what to do."
"Sir, I think I can help."
"Where's your station?"
"I don't have one, sir, not after the ship I was on retired."
"Then you may stay. Just don't get in my way."
"Yes, sir."
The huge MAC shells were flung at high speed towards the Celestrian ships at unseeable speeds.

The Emperor called his force and the 500 ships folded space behind him and let loose such a force that the first Imperial Navy would be impressed. He reached out with his mind and sent a deadly psychic bolt at Remiel's navigators and his voice crept into his mind again, Now is your time of reckoning you fool. I pity you for you could have been something great had you joined us. But Chaos will not be tolerated within our space and we will drive it out with a blade of light. Farewell.

The Navigator's minds held; though they cried out for a moment in pain; and Remiel merely cackled. Defeated by your own tricks, old dog. The Soul binding infuses them with the divine might of the true Emperor; do you truly think us so inferior to your ancient corpse, that you underestimate us at every turn? Please! Remiel closed his mind; the area around the ships a psychic null as the PleasureLord focussed; and, with great presence of mind, gave the order for fighter release.

Waves of Swiftdeath fighters and Doomfire bobmers rode the star winds; plunging towards the God Emperor's fleet, full tilt, with weapons blazing; even as Hellblade and Helltalons surged forth; engaging their many foes in waves of thousands of screaming, roaring death machines...

OOC: I thought that Remiel was fighting John on the N.S. war...

Before the war came Lord Tervica decided to give a speech to rally his men:
"Sons and daughters of the Eternal Empire darkness and chaos are nearing our borders and threaten to consume. Shall we stand by and let chaos overwhelm and darkness consume our lives and very souls? I say nay/ Rally children of the Eternal Empire arise and protect the places of your birth, defend thy kin and homes, remember your loved ones and friends as the darkness approaches prepare to defend them all! Do not fear any darkness or pain as the Eternal Empire in the end shall triumph and peace and light shall be restored to the universe.”

With this all the soldiers arose and yelled,” We shall at your side Lord Tervica and defend the Eternal Empire!”

OOC: I thought that Remiel was fighting John on the N.S. war...

OOC: Yeah, different timeframes. this starts after the NS war.

Wilst the space battles and confusion, the hive ships went straight for the planet's surface. Each absolutely massive hive ships slid towards the planet, firing off thousands upon thousands of poisonous spores at the planet's surface, spores that would most likely kill all without adequate protection.

The ships did not fire their weapons at enemy ships, as despite their size, they wanted to avoid detention. But as soon as they were fired upon, they would fire back.

Many of the ships were ripped asunder as the enemy attacks came in. Most of the damage was done by the fusion weapons as the 'black holes' were countered by the Graviton shielding. Mercer then ordered a full spread assualt and attacked again with the 'Superlasers' sweeping in arcs to attack multiple enemies at a time. The Hellfire appeared alongside Remiel's vessel using it's daemonic powers to shield it's approach like an Eldritch ship of the Dark Kin. It broadsided the ship with deadly force and raked the ship. Kailen and ten of his warriors appeared in Hellfire on the bridge. They were then ordered by him to create a perimeter. He spoke evilly his demonic appearance would frighten Lucifer himself, "You are wondering how I am able to board your ship. Well let me tell you it was no easy task it took some of my energy to do this however when I was infused with the Arcoran DNA I also gained the power of Hellfire in which I can teleport short distances like from my bridge to yours. Now let's get this fight on I bore with small talk. ARWYN!!!" His multiple blades flexed with fury and his body tightened as his Katana flew to his hand and turned into a double bladed sword and arced with black energy. He wielded it over his head and spun it deftly charging Remiel with amazing speed.

As the Green Sun ships opened fire a massive black vessel appeared before them intercepting the shots. It's massive center glowed and loosed a death fire that could consume and destroy a planet. This was Shadow Star III a planetbuster with a lot of defensive power.

Real close to the Chronosian Sun the launcher folded space and fired it's torpedo and it closed fast on the sun to destabilize it and cause it to go nova.

OOC I said I was pulling out all the stops.

OOC: Cough, Wank. I strictly said I was strengthening my bridge shields, plus anti-teleport; ergo you should have conferred with me before you started RPing my damage with 'raking' my ship with fire and appear from no where right next to it, Let alone appearing on my bridge. Please note Drath, that if you even cross the line of wanking and god modding on my thread, you will be evicted. Change it. Also wanky just appearing at my sun to make it go supernova. Whats wrong Drath, can't fight like a man?

OOC: I will also add, planet killers can and will be ignored by me, as they are a god mod weapon, aswell as you shouldn't even have one, if you have as many ships as you say you have with such a low pop.

A blade of light, the Corpse-God says. How moronic. Perhaps they need a lesson in etiquette?

Rising from his throne of flesh, Helion reached to the strands of fate, carressing the threads of the Imperium crewmen, their lifes thrumming with power. How simple it would be to cut one just so...

Reaching back from the psychic tableau before him, the Warmaster began the rituals of battle. Tens of thousands of fighters streamed forward from the carriers, pilots at one with the will of Tzeentch. Gargantuan warships turned, presenting their broadsides to the enemy, firing blast after blast. The Changer of Ways had planned this battle to the last death, nothing could change is plan.

OOC: I will also add, planet killers can and will be ignored by me, as they are a god mod weapon, aswell as you shouldn't even have one, if you have as many ships as you say you have with such a low pop.
OOC: Same. I'll be ignoring planet killers used by pretty much anyone here. Using them without express permission of the destroyee is godmoding, pure and simple.

The probes floated, scanning the system for minutes on end. As it was treated as an ANNOYANCE, it was left alone until it would float into range of the Weapons. After All, No body would send ships out to deal with an ANNOYANCE. It moved on the edge of the systems, gleening infomation. Then, after they have finished scanning, they began General Order 67.

The ship seemed to flower, it expanded outwards, then shrunk. Within moments, there was a Distability between Rift Space and Dimensional Space. It began growing, the Rift Energies feeding on real Space. In the middle of it, the Probe was monitering, making sure the Rift did not get out of hand.

In the system, the planets shifted. Their orbits, before hand so very stable, was thrown out as the Rift Space Drew in all around it. The Planets all moved TOWARDS the rift in space, which was growing. Only a few Hundred Kilometers mind, but enough that irroverably the planet was changed, and would no longer be the same.

As well as this, defenders would be in dissaray, some equitment would have been thrown out of orbit, as the planet made its massive lunge for freedom, while most people would have been shocked in that the planet had just moved.

The rift Distabilisation collapsed, leaving a massive pool of consumed space.

Amazing that an ANNOYING thorn in the side can become infected, killing you.

OOC not a planet killer, just an unchecked rift portal.

((OOC: Not a planet killer, just a system killer with exceptionally good Friend/Foe recognition. ))

..and then the Cat ate the entire universe , washed down with a bowl of gin laced cream

OOC Aight one in my next post following this it, the resonance torp, sputters out not actually working being a failed attampt which is what it was meant to be if I defeat you Chron it'll be up close and personal and you know that. And two Azaha and Khurgen shut the fuck up Shadow Star III a.k.a my Sirce-class battlestation has been under construction for 30 NS years and is essentially a giant mass driver such tech has been used for awhile in my nation. And the so many ships I've rped let's see uh Tsuarani has 2000 ships ready for combat and I have 2000. I don't care about my pop bc it has no serious effect on the forums. I mean hell I pert near wiped out two of Chron's legion and their back to full strength now based on his pop that wouldn't be possible. And Chron about your bridge dude you gotta realize he is a Daemon Primarch and if you can teleport off a planet that is being destroyed when there are multiple transporter inhibitors in place I think this guy can teleport between two ships using Daemonic powers. And the appearing next to you is cloaking tech and frankly I bore with conversing with you considering all you do is rant and rave about this and that talking of Chaos constantly when all I want to do is discuss next actions. And don't threaten to evict me for things you do most of the time like miraculously the gods saved your Primarchs or oh I have a planetkiller ship and this and that or how about the fact that you could get to the gene-seed stores deep below a monastery and get back to the monastery gates in a few minutes while the planet is being destroyed. Also I thought you said Remiel could kill a Daemon from hell and this guy is a half-breed at that it should be cake I'll even remove the other warriors and say just he came over. You dragged me into this I didn't come of my own free will. I came to help my friends I was ready to leave your thread hell we all were when you decided to pull us back in. So in summary shut the fuck up and fight like a man.

BTW this is a fight to determine whether my nation lives or dies so I don't give a fuck about your personal view on planetbusters deal with it. i won't attack your planets just your fleets.

IC
The torp died mid-flight a failed project and the Dratherians were somewhat disappointed although it changed nothing it just would have been an interesting sight.

The ships continued fighting firing massive amounts of weapons and ordinance.

Drones met the enemy Khurgan fighters as multiple Midway Megacarriers opened fire on the ships using Fold Cannons to attempt to crush them using cosmic debris.

OOC: never said my legions were back to full strength and you never wiped them out 'up close and personal', you PKed the planet they were standing on, cause your ripped off Stargate episode attack failed. The God's never saved my Primarchs, if you actually read the RP, you'd see that the teleporters focussed on getting them off the world, as opposed to being able to teleport everyone off; don't start bitching about the past and changing the subject. There are to be no Pks in this RP outside of nessecary plot devices discussed between the destroyer and destroyee; this is my thread, no ones personal views on anything matter beyond what I say is law. Ok? Don't you flame me in this Drath, keep yourself civil or so help me you will be kicked. Understand?

IC: Remiel chuckled as he drew Worldrender; parrying the attack of the enraged Primarch, eyes cracklign with barely contained warp energy; the very substance of the bridge shuddering as he forced back against his assailant. "You don't belong here" He snarled; forcing his mind forward in a considerable psychic assault against the Primarch, the inferior half breed. "You will die for your transgression!"

The ships continued their assaults on the enemy; the Transcendant HUmanity opening fire against the hellblazer; even as other ships of the line turned from the main battle to focus their fire upon the ship; the hull of the Humanity rent and torn, but otherwise holding; shields flickering brilliantly into life as the Imperium struck back against the Dratherians

OOC I understand you but am I worng in assuming that your goal is to destroy the IoM. If so then this is classified as a war and all weapons are authorized within limits. If this isn't an end all war I will take out the Planetbuster. I assumed it was by your talk of destroying the Imperium and the Dratherians once and for all in this crusade.

Oh also Kailen was made to fight Chaos specifically.

IC
Kailen struck back spinning the blade above his head enjoying himself. He struck faster and faster with attacks from multiple angles and spinning attacks mixed in. He thought to himself while shrugging off the psychic assaults using his psychic shield, Finally a worthy opponent. He continued to parry and strike as the Remiel charged forward. As the Warp energy rent around him he absorbed some of it to fuel his own power and he said, "Evil begets more evil. Tactics of dark energy do not affect me as much as it would a Dratherian or even a human." He felt and ignored some sharp stabs of pain in some portions of his body as the Warp energy tried to assail him.

Outside the Hellfire suffered some damage but fired it's main Graviton Cannon as it's shields buckled. It's escorts, 4 Shieldships and 5 Hades Quick Strike Cruisers, pulled forward and began launching cover fire as all the weapons focussed forward and on the broadside of the Humanity. As the enemy ships turned tail to fire on the Hellfire the Dratherian fleet opened further fire upon them. More and more weapons let loose in brilliant flashes of light.

The fleet that was assigned with the task of aiding the Dark Imperium had been hanging back, observing the attacks and defences of the warring fleets. In a split second, the Pre-Universal commander made his decision.

"Have the Earthling class ships carry out a Kamikaze assault on the Dratherian superwaepon. Concentrate all forward firepower on the bridges of Dratheria's largest ships. I don't want anything to enter this ship, so you will all have to concentrate. Disrupt any incoming transport signals to the best of your ability."

With that order, 800 ships the size of small destroyers moved off from the fleet, leaving 180 Emperor class ships, relics of the Imeprium of Man, and 20 Eclipse Super Star Destroyers to fire at the Dratherians, massive lances of firepower slamming into the hulls of their largest ships, with the Transport Guns of the Pre-Universal Carrier Ship blasting away at the shields of fighters, then transporting the pilots into space, naked against the vacuum.

And two Azaha and Khurgen shut the fuck up. So in summary shut the fuck up and fight like a man..I don't give a fuck about your personal view on planetbusters deal with it.

Those words land you on my ignore list. I don't deal with incompetent children, sorry, not going to fly. Must get your butt kicked alot IRL if you talk like that, which I doubt you do, in which case you are using the internet as a scapegoat for your problems, which is a big no no.

Sorry Chron, but I've put my foot down and am pulling out of the RP, don't deal with people like Drath.

Exiting From warp The Reken Fleet Open fire On the Chronosian fleet. The Two strike forces create a counterwedge around them.
"FIRE!" Tusanco calls out as every ship in the fleet opens fire almost creating a wall soaring toward the enemy.

Naaman and Aloura stand on a the Lead ship of their small strike force of 600 ships. Aluroa Turns to Naaman her ice blue eyes glaring at his arrogance. She Thrusts out with her sword immediately servering his head.
"Open a connection to Commander Sternhammer," She Pauses, "Commander, Naaman has fallen to the forces of chaos, I will be needing your assistance."

The Admiral laughed as he saw the laser pelt the superweapon.
"They think that's going to intimidate me? Damn, what's here must be their entire fleet then. Hahaha! All ships! Destroy that piece of junk!"
The first Fleet fired off anotehr salvo of MAC shells and laser fire. Quantum and Photon torpedoes sped towards the star-killer. This woulkd most definitely be a day of victory.
((Drath: The one thing that you MUST remember in RPing on NS is the fact we're telling STORIES, not fighting in boxing matches. Let's try to keep this at a reasonable, civil, level so we can tell a damn good story. It doesn't matter who wins, just as long and someone gets their asses kicked and it's told well. So write, dammit!))

OOC Azaha I don't care about that ok if this is a war to destroy me I will use all available ships so bite me. I said that because when I saw ur little complaint over that just so you could destroy us easier it was pathetic and ya know what there are no laws saying planetbusters aren't allowed in annihalation wars. So till I'm told otherwise about this thread being a war or there is an actual unified NS rule that Planetbusters can't be used then too bad. Also I gotta wonder Ankhmet how can you create twenty 16 km long vessels and run and maintain them effectivley just a curious question. And for reference what the heck is a transport gun.

IC
The enemy Ankhmet vessels were outnumbered two to one while they charged the Macross-class War Carriers which fired their mighty Reflex Cannons, capable of taking down an Emperor-class Battleship with ease, at the oncoming enemy ships. Although thirty Macross War Carriers fell to the attacks two or three of the ships in conjunction with support corvettes would focus their fire on the enemy kamikaze vessels at once.

OOC Sorry Green this is an all kill all war and I'll use all my resources to survive. I witnessed the use of a Death Star on CW and well this station was made primarily for fleet wide blasts not planet destruction although it has that auxilary. Also this is a little over half my fleet. And the thousands is like all of them combined.

IC

The barrier surrounding the massive vessel, created by shieldships, protected it from many of the shots but not all and it took some heavy damage to it's hull and shielding. It then returned fire with thousands of Heavy Turbolasers, Heavy Ion Cannons, Heavy Plasma Cannons, Mass Drivers, and torpedo tubes roaring to life returning fire to the enemy ships

((Green Sun's like the US; We kick someone's ass and then we help them get back on their feet^^ Not my fault if Chron completely kills you off, I'll do my best to keep a few stragelers alive for you to rebuild. Unless Chron threatens me, then I'll just let 'em die.))

The admiral thought as the Andromeda shook. The Plasma shields held, as did the Deflector shields. Only one crusier had taken any damage. They would need to concentrate their fire in order to take out the Green Sun ships, the shields were too powerful for an in-genberal blast. But the Admiral's main concern were the Shieldships. They were the key to annihilating the Dratherian fleet.
"Stealth is the key to this battle," the cadet told him. The admiral smiled.
"That it is, Cadet. That it is."
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Meanwhile, on Chronosia Prime...
Banaan was now alone. He had ordered his generals to the battlefield. He was well aware of what was happening. He was almost at the peak of his power so close to where he once called home. He fell to his knees.
"What have I become? My one strength was bestened by the very tools I used. They used my own strength against me. I was once a God...But no more. I have grown tired of this world. I shall return, mark my words. I will return once I have proven that Banaan, the God of Conquest, is no fool. I shall return."
"They won't take you back, you know. Chronosia's been destroyed in our world."
Banaan turned around.
"Prince William of Theao."
A fat, silvery-haired man was approaching him, unarmed and his hands in his pockets.
"In the flesh. A lot's happened since you've left, Banaan. The Chaos gods have disappeared. Chronosia's been destroyed, Black Sun destroyed, all in one war. We called it the 'Bright Crusade'. Hmph. More like genocide, honestly. Bopth nations completely wiped out. Every citizen of both that was mortal was killed. Some Daemons, too. All remaining Equanants were killed."
"You are an Equanant."
"I'm a Theao, Banaan. I may be your descendant, but I'm the Emperor of Theao now. Since Black Sun was destroyed, Theao rose up and started itself again as an empire. We've led the entire universe in a time of peace. No wars in a hundred years."
"Sounds boring."
"It is a bit dull without major hostilities, true, but everybody is happy, Banaan. Everybody."
"Except me!"
"You're besides the point. Anyway, Banaan, you don't stand a chance getting back into power in our world anymore."
"Chaos always finds a way."
"That's what I'm here for. Just thought I'd check up on an old tyrant of the entire universe."
William pulled out what looked like an electronic car key and pressed a button on it. A wormhole-like rift appeared and he stepped through and it disappeared.
"Fine. I've conquered that world once. I'll conquer this one then! And the next! I'll rule the entire Exsistance! Mark my words I'll go back to the power I once knew and beyond! Mark my words!"
"It's good to have goals," a sleepy voice said. Whether it was someone else or within his own mind, he welcomed it.

*"Port Guns, Fire.", a (british) accented, unmasked Falx said, his helmet under his left arm, sword in right.

"MAC Guns 1 and 2, Fire at Chronosian Crusier Alpha Ioda 13143.12312 Tag 444. Gamma! AA Batteries, find individual targets! Kinectic Cannons, fire at Green Sun Omega Beta 77660.91877 Tag 562. Delta!"

"Good...Good...M.E.R.C.Y., fire battery at Chronosian Flagship 14151.69482 Tag 991. Epsilon. I want that gun recahrged within the hour!"

*As fighters swarmed over the enemy ships, a single golden beam jolted from The Arbitrary Righteousness into the largest Chronosian Ship, the flagship, the golden light illuminating the unholy surface*

As the battle raged on, the Dooman 2nd Fleet finally arrived at the battle, dropping out of hyperspace near the allied fleet. As the five-hundred strong fleet exited, they immediatly commenced fire on the enemy forces, seeking to punch through the center. Warp cannons from virtualy all ships ripped the fabric of space as the fleet fired in a might barrage, seeking to cause the enemy to crumble.

The Doomgiver, meanwhile, was charging its main gun, firing off its thirty six heavy warp cannons, each capable of crushing a star destroyer with a single shot, targetting multiple enemy vessels at once.

The High Lord Marshal hailed his Chronosian allies, informing of his timely arrival.

*The Battleship Novaner's front half charred off as a massive warp cannon hit it, it's reactor going off, blowing up several nearby ships. The 31 Kiore swarmed over the new threat, undersides gleaming with billions of discharges a minute. A Monarch Titan spun to face the Doomgiver, blades suddenly jutting from it's chainguns as the Miniature M.E.R.C.Y. cannon fired at it's foe...*

Aboard the Changer of the Ways, the Chosen of Tzeentch barked orders.

"Pour all fire into the TCS vessels. Open fire with the torpedoes, two volleys. Fighters, provide cover for the torpedoes and protect the bombers. Bombers, begin attack runs on the TCS vessels. Targets of opportunity are approved. Activate teleporter arrays, send boarding squads to the enemy vessels."

Following their orders, the behemoths of the Khurganate fleet openned fire, thousands of lance blasts soaring through space at their enemies, gargantuan melta torpedoes soaring towards their targets, machine spirits guiding them through the void. Fighters flew point, protecting the heavily armored torpedoes from being destroyed before they could impact the enemy. Bombers took flight, carrying loads of lethal hull-buster melta bombs.

Meanwhile, in the Warp, Daemons and Khurganate boarding parties alike melted towards the TCS ships, prepared to destroy the unbelievers aboard.

Emcyrpted message from Admiral Jones:
"To all Choas fleets: Target the Dratherian Shieldships. Without them the Dratherians are simply scrap metal! Target the Shieldships and we can crush this ofe here and now!"
End encrypted message.

A copy of it was written and sent to every allied flagship or command ship.

*Falx began laughing hard, and placed his helmet on his head, floating gently up and praying the Apostle's Creed, and the Litany of The Celestial Sword. Immidiately, a golden light engulfed the blade and it shone brightly, wisps of light orbiting it. The Anti-Aircraft lasers began opening fire on the boarding torpedos mercislessly, 7,00 Space Marines taking posts. Falx floated down and looked at the display, two more Valenn's were lost, as well as a Monarch Titan. He order 2,500 fighters to scramble and meet the incoming fighters.

"Fire all weapons at the nearest Khurgan Crusier. When's the M.E.R.C.Y. back online?"

"Twenty minutes, sir."

"Thank you, cadet."

Falx tapped a display and four Honor Guardians, clad all in gold and adamantium rushed up, each holding a power-lance and fist. Crew members loaded laspistols and Guardsmen scrambled through the decks, setting up barricades.

Outside in space, A Monarch Titan jettionsed foward at insane speeds, blades jutting from it's arms, it's M.E.R.C.Y. canno firing at the Khurgan Capital Ship.*

The Humanity slid back, away from the enemy assaults, it's shields cracklign with rage and static, before opening fire; its hull sundered; countless weapons no longer firing, yet the Imperial vessel fighting on, as more ships peeled off from the assault fleet; coming to defend their Lord. Weapons roared; every single ship opening fire against the Shieldships and the enemy ship.

Remiel grunted as he was pushed back, but lashed out once again against Kalien. "Spare me the sermon; you and all your get shall die for opposing my father; in action, thought, even in your bastard words." He thrust again as an attack grazed his armor. "Come, little brother; let us see if the Dratherian's scientists actually accomplished something with their stick shaking and bone casting"

"Oh goodness, I have longed to fight you in personnal combat forever, you vermin.", a voice whispered in the Chronosian's ear. "I have pressing business at the moment, maybe you'd be so kind as to come here?"

The torpedoes juked, machine spirits guiding them away from incoming fire. Fighters sacrificed themselves, dying to protect the massive bombs, firing salvos of las-fire and missiles. Still defensive fire managed to destroy many of the 70 meter explosives, only a quarter of them surviving to hurl themselves against the hulls of their targets.

Exiting the Warp aboard the vessels of the enemy, daemonic hordes were preceded by hellish blasts of warp fire, cleansing the area of their foes. Horrors loped madly across the decks, their limbs snapping necks and rending flesh from the bone. Flamers spouted gouts of hellfire, incinerating any mortal within range. Great Firewyrms of Tzeentch, mutated monstrosities of vast size, twisted their bulk through the halls of the ships, the mouths studding their bulk gushing flame. The maddening cries of Screamers tore through the air, deadening the senses of their prey. And among them stalked the servants of Helion, tribesmen of the Khurgan, first among mortals. Wearing the rune-encrusted armor of the Changer of the Ways, the warriors were human in name only.

And aboard the Changer of the Ways, Helion smiled. An enemy Titan had jetted towards them, firing with its weapon. Engaging the warp interface shields, bright flashes of madness could be glimpsed blurring across the viewscreen, sucking the fire from the TCS weaponry into the Immaterium, where it would nourish the Dark Gods. Reaching out with his mind, Helion carressed the soul of the Titan's pilots, searching for weaknesses. When he found one, he tore at it, seeking to drive the men mad.

*Falx wrenched his sword out of a monstosity, it's ichor covering the floor as the last section was jettisoned and destoryed, 235 men just killed. They would pay. He flicked his sword nonchalntley, cutting the head off of a cadavar in a flick of his wrist.

The Titan pilots chuckled under their psychic hoods, they sensed an attack, a feeble one. As they fired the M.E.R.C.Y. cannon, their laughter drowned out by the whining of the beam.

The Arbitrary Righteousness was damaged severly, but it's hull held, the shield boring the brunt of the attacks.*

OOC Excuse me, this weapon does not distinguish between friend and foe, it kills everything, I just have nothing HERE so far.

Drath, I can't have 3000 ships ready for combat, on account that I have 2666 ships in my entire fleet. The Fleet of MY SHIPS and not just Axillia is mearly 1200. I then have 800 axillia ships deployed. Sorry mate, but I just fucked up your little rant didn't I. By the way, where was the reply to my attack on your home system?

And I was not thinking, those planets only moved a few tens of kilometers towards the rift, not a few hundred.

I will post my fleet engaging, WHEN I GET A REPLY TO MY FIRST ATTACK!

OOC: DRATH STOP F**KING ARGUING ABOUT EVERYTHING! ITS PISSING ME OFF, NO WONDER THESE COUNTRIES HATE YOU!

IC: Moving to her quarters while she waits for Sternhammer to arrive Aluroa sits down on her bed. a small burning sensation arrises on her upper back, standing she removes her upper garments to examine the area. Suddenly the burning sensation grows to an immence level as Aluroa cries out in Extacy, and just as suddenly as the burning started it was gone. Looking into a holo mirror she notices a jewled square on her back containing five symbols the Outter four symbols (http://us.games-workshop.com/games/40k/chaosspacemarines/gettingstarted/4colors.htm) gleamed with saffires rubies emeralds and Purple hued daimonds. The Center symbol (http://www.mccrecords.com/Chaos_Symbol-2sml--Jzakas.jpg) hels no glimmer, shine or luster. Redressing herself in her battle armor she conceals the marks and goes to greet an old friend.
*****
"Sternhammer, its been a long time and we have mutch to talk about....." Aluroa begans as she goes to embrace her comrad.

Meanwhile back on the Wolfen ship...
Adoremange, now a pre-teen stands in a circle in the middle of a training room. Three lost and damned training marines apear and start after him, Leaping foward he bites out the jugular of one, sends a neck snapping kick into the face of another and grabbing the last one he ripps the rotting corpse in half with his bare hands, sending simulated blood and gore everywhere. two training space marines apear charging at him one fireing a bolter. Dodging the shots of the bolter, he leaps feet first into one marine splintering the marines shest armor. Landing on the ground he sweeps a leg at the other catching it in the knee and bringing it down bolter and all. Pulling a Frostblade from his light eq belt he cuts ones throat and stabbs the others hearts one at a time ensuring a slow death.

OOC Well I guess everyone is waiting for me. Umm well Tsuarani I apologize I guess I wasn't reading to close when I skimmed this thread before posting. But anyhow I didn't think those scouts were really an attack I thought they were more a probe. So I will post to it and yes Reken we already discussed this last Wednsday I don't know why you do this bringin former convos onto the forums.

IC
The probes that entered the system were met with deadly force as twenty Intrepid Mk II Warships and Orion-class Battlestations at the borders fired heavy weaponry which met the scouts with deadly force.

Many Shieldships were destroyed and the barrier was barely holding around the Hellfire as Kailen told the ship to leave through telepathy. The area around it and it's escort was suddenly crackling with red lightning reminiscient of Warp Energy as an inky blackness covered them from sight. This was the demonic fold drives which allowed them to come so close. Kailen smiled then, "Why call me brother? I am daemon while you, you are human although a rather impressive one." Kailen drove forward with his sword with strength unmatched by even Xander Darkthrope. He spun his weapon faster and faster with more ease.

Remiel slammed his weapon forth, meeting the blows of this upstart hybrid. "You are nothing" He snarled "A Daemon bound to the will of fools and weaklings; protituted by that idiot Mercer, used as nothing more than a living weapon. A freak!" He chuckled, lashing out again and again, the blade howling in hunger and desire...

"This ends here, Dratherian puppet!" He hissed, armor crackling with energy, burning with eldritch flame, illuminating the bridge in sickly warp light. As he strikes forth, once, twice, three times; onwards, ever stronger...

Several light cruisers plunged towards the dratherian lines; weapons roaring, orbed in swarms of plunging fighters, weapons roaring in the void as fighters plunged towards the enemy; detonating themselves in flares of fusion weaponry, immense explosions rocking the void; the cruisers plunged towards the enemy formations, turrets screaming with boundless fury; wind seeming to whip about the vessels, even in void, as they lashed out in all directions; before detonating their plasma cores and warp drives; immense warp vortexes ripping through the fabric of reality; dwarfing the explosions of detonating weapons and armories, as fearsome as they were in the midst of the Dratherian assault.

Kailen laughed a laugh of pure demonic joy as one of Remiel's strikes struck home and found purchase in his stomach, "You fool I am controlled by no one! I only fight with the people who can give me the best adversary and right now it's the Dratherians or you. Both of you are very deadly however I would've gladly sided with you in this battle to slay the Dratherians had it not been for the insults of your Lord Cabot. But I digress how about we get this fight truly started." With a deadly roar his injury healed leaving no sign of it's presence ever having been. Energy born from hell and his mind coursed around him in a sickly white and black light. He was undaunted by Remiel's attacks for Remiel could never overpower him physically. He spun the sword deftly striking repeatedly with deadly force. He struck again and again while incredible psychic energy coursed from him attacking Remiel from all directions like knives attempting to cut into his flesh. He laughed and said, "Now it's time to die Remiel."

Remiel chuckled, pain stinging his mind with glorious pleasure, a blade slicing into his armor, bringing blood seeping to the surface; the wound cauterised by the crackling energy, bringing a grin to his face. "Impressive; but not enough" He hissed, sending forht his own considerable psychic power, insanity whirled about them, collosal blows hurling at Kailen from all sides; runes crackled and seethed upon the walls, aiding Remiel in his home advantage.

"Pathetic mongrel; this is my ship, my place. My turf" He snarled as he lashed out again, and again, and again, rage fuelling him; surging through his very being like lightning, as outside the ships continued their assaults on the enemy fleets.

Remiel chuckled, lashing out as he plunged into combat once more; roaring as his mind surged forth in its full and terrible glory; intent on crushing this pissant little worm who called himself a Primarch.

Heavier attack vessels met the enemy ships as they came in firing their ordinances over and over again letting loose fire in blinding streaks and even launching seismic charges.

Kailen laughed as the power streaked towards him and he dodged it with ease. Although he recieved many glancing blows that did cause him joyous pain none of them slowed him down. He crackled with raw energy and drew it to his form so that he was surrounded in a black and white aura. He stared forward as an inky blackness covered the bridge all but surrounding Remiel. Horrible screams and terrible sounds from the depths of Hell echoed through the bridge sounds not meant to be heard by mortals sounds that would strike fear in the deepest evil on the material plane. Then he spoke, "Hah! Home turf matters not if you have a problem using it to your advantage the most you could hope to do is match my power foolish mortal." Then the sounds of children's laughter could be heard as the blackness moved a little further away from Remiel creating a small area where a fight could be seen. Then the daemonic laughter of Kailen as he came up behind Remiel and struck out with his double ended sword that crackled with black and red lightning.

Remiel was accustomed to hell; he loved its sounds, its sights; and he was not one to be fooled by his surroundings. Whirling, strikign at his foe, the hit becoming a glancing blow against Remiel's armor as he spun, lashing out with full force at the bastard being who sought to violate his realm.

"Your nothing." He snarled, sneerign as he lashed out again at Kailen "You call me mortal; but your half-mortal yourself, pompous fool!" He slashed, striking over and over, his rage pouring forth. "You are no Daemon; your filth, scum; an abomination. A miscompelcted hybrid afterbirth." Slashign again, blood flowing with sweat; his strength fuelled, his eyes blazing with the energies of the warp.

"Parlour tricks won't save you from me, freak."

Kailen laughed as his body coursed with energy and he blocked Remiel's blows with only a few attacks striking making minor cuts into his body where black blood dripped out as he fell back into the darkness. He spoke then, "Poor Remiel has so many problems least of all is me. What if I told you that these mere parlor tricks were a test? They are being used to determine your worthiness of my time. I may be half-mortal but after Lord Rishnu finishes his plan I will be full Daemon as he himself is. The poor Emperor's vision is clouded by Master Astaroth and our plans will go unnoticed." He then struck out again and again at Remiel as the blackness receded and he continued to attack with strength beyond that of Remiel's in an effort to push Remiel and his gods to a power where they would be evenly matched no matter what and so he could have a great fight this day. This was his test to prove how strong Chaos was before his Lord's plan went into it's second stage and he would be to busy to prove how much so.

Remiel parried and struck, and parried and then struck again; always pushing himself more and more, mentally and physically; mind and body honed as the fine weapon he held in his terrible grip, lashing out again and again, determined to claim this, wretched half-breeds stagnant soul.

"You talk too much" He hissed between strikes. "You prattle on about plans that I couldn't care less of. You reveal all to someone who is your enemy; and you expect me to regard you as an equal?" Another strike, punctuating his sentences with hate, fury and apathy.

"You are not even a warrior; you are a filthy degenerate being, unworthy of my gods attention" He lashed out; aiming from the foul beasts face.

"You, Dratherian medical experiment, you, Failure...Shall rest in the pit; and the servants of my god shall defile your corpse for the pleasure of my Master" He lashed out, again and again; word fuelled by action; action becoming statement. A statement of superiority, over this failed creation of Dratheria.

OOC: Mind if an Eternal steps in here?

OOC: Actually I was thinking I step in to the Eternals...I have Khornate and Tzeentchian forces ready to move; just need to write a post.

OOC: Alright go ahead.

Kailen yawned and said, "You see this I am now bored. Let's just fight you foolish mortal." He parried and blocked all of Remiel's deadly strikes and he struck out with renewed ferocity swinging his dangerous weapon in fast and deadly arcs spinning the blade over and over again cutting at Remiel with black and red lightning issuing from it as he attacked. He fired deadly psychic bolts at him with ease while moving with speed equal to and at some points surpassing Remiel's. His attacks became stronger and more accurate as he pressed forward using his strength and speed to his advantage.

Remiel laughed. "Fighting? You actually know the word? So fresh from a test-tube are you that I can smell the Animal Testign Lab stench on you." He lashed out again and again, blocking the majority of the strikes, even as one or two glanced off his armor, drawing hissed gasps from his lips; before he lashed out again, battering at the fiend with sword and psyche. He would not fall, not to this Dratherian freakshow; a mere vessel for power the Dratherians, as usual, were not capable of handling.

"I would have thought your keepers would have learnt their lesson"

Kailen laughed at his comment about his birth, "I will talk to you this one last time then as your comment intrigues me. What lesson do you speak of?" He blocked and parried the blows and struck out over and over again. Although he had considerable psychic power he wasn't able to block all of Remiel's psychic blows.

"Open a connection to the chronosian flag ship, send it to my quarters." Aluroa states as she leaves the bridge. "Remiel, He shall rise soon and you shall follow him or fall. if you do not join me now i will be forced to destroy you and your men."
Comming to the bridge:
-END TRANSMITION-

OOC: This is now closed; the new 2nd Black Crusade is running. I must be TGed for permission to join.