NationStates Jolt Archive


Rise of the Griffon Legions

Thrashia
29-01-2006, 11:03
In the several centuries that the Thrashian Empire had been in contact, allied to, made war upon the Chronosian Imperium it had long held firm respect for it's adversary's military, the uncounted legions of Imperial Guard and the mighty Space Marine chapters.

It was in the final year of his reign when Corinivus Shadaum III, father of Julius Shadaim IV, ordered a secret research beginning and a privite funding of an arms factory world to begin making a new force for Thrashia. One which would serve the Imperial family until death took their lives.

They were to be the illustrators of uncounted victorious for the Empire, to spill the blood of Thrashia's enemies until no blood was left within.

And now...they have awakened.

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The wind swept up great waves of red dust, covering every space with its gritty substance. Geidi Prime was an awful planet. Once a great Machine Foundry planet, now a desert planet with the most harsh terrain. People from other nations had settled upon the apparently abandoned surface only a few decades previously, all had been peaceful and a way of life had been found.

Until the dawning of the new year.

Malakus City's wind shields glowed in the evening light as sand storm contiuned to bash them. Just on the edge, behind the shield, thousands of young and old men stood making barricades. They were dressed in mint conditioned body armor, and newly bought las rifles stood near.

"Com'on men! Hurry! When that storm stops the devils will be on us!" yelled out an officer. He stood waving his sword over his head, urging on those working beneath him. Within an hour they were done. The storm had begun to sub-side. In front of the 300ft long barricade was the only path into the city, coming from the Valley of Shards. If the enemy came, it would be through there. They prepared their weapons and waited.

It was nearing dawn when they noticed it. The ground was vibrating. As if the gods had stepped upon Geidi Prime, the ground shook with a terror. Then they heard the chanting. It was distant, hardly heard, but it was getting louder. The dust clouds began to vanish and a sight of pure terror lay in front of the defenders.

Massive beyond count, thousands upon thousands, Legions of the red-yellow armored Space Marines marched in perfection precision forward. The defenders suddenly heard clearly the chanting that was coming from every mouth of the massive horde.

"Shadaum hu Akbar! Shadaum hu Akbar!"

A few young men dropped their weapons and ran. But the rest having seen their enemy and faced their fears, aimed their weapons. An officer yelled out above the chanting.

"On my order! Aim!."

The line of marines was drawing closer, 1000 meters.

"Ready!"

The marines began to jog, coming faster, brining their weapons to bear.

"Fire!"

Red las fire lanced out from the barricade in massive bright waves. The fire hit directly on the front line. Dozens of space marines fell to concentrated fire, but other shrugged off the few hits that got them.

"SHADAUM HU AKBAR!" came the roar as the line of space marines broke into a surging charge. Bolt rifles and pistols roared to life, cutting through the armor of the peasents like paper. One space marine carrying a banner with the Imperial Signet and colors, and armed with a bright sword, jumped on top of the barricade and sliced down decapitating three men. he turned and raised the banner.

"Shadaum hu Akbar!" he yelled, waving on his bretheren. The space marines smashed through the barricade in under a minute and the couple thousand men were killed. The great legions surged on into the city.

The marine with the banner brought his hand up to his vox. "All companies, this is Varus (http://www.howlinggriffon.co.uk/resource/howling_griffons_full.jpg). Destroy the city and all inhabitants. They're not Imperial citizens."

Within hours the city was burning rubble. All of the 50,000 people that had once lived there...were dead.
Thrashia
29-01-2006, 15:10
Bump...hmmm, wonder what Chron will think of this....
Thrashia
30-01-2006, 09:43
Vaurs stood within his command compound and contemplated a map of Geidi Prime. His Griffon's had taken the last bastion of resistence from their total domination of the planet. Several communities who knew where their loyalties lied had allied themselves and were providing Varus's army with the food supplies it needed, as well as manning the large arms factories that supplied his weapons.

But he was troubled by other things. Varus had some 100,000 Space Marines at his command. Each was a trained killing machine. He had a mis-matched collection of aged assault tanks and vehicles along with a few ancient fighter craft that his men had found in an abandonded military facility. However he did not have space craft; the one thing he needed.

"Emperor help me, but I need to get my men off this rock," he rumbled to himself. Around him several servators worked at keeping electronics working and making sure that the communications network stayed up.

There was a nock on Varus's door. "Enter."

Through the door came a figure armored in teh legendary terminator armor. A large book of remembrance hung by a chain from the large leather belt that was around the waste of the man who entered. He was an older looking man than Varus, about a head taller, but with older looking skin and eyes along with hallowed cheeks. It all gave the Head Chaplain Titus a look of some ancient.

"Titus, what brings you to my humble abode?" asked Varus warmly. he rose and the two gripped forearms. The Chaplain nodded.

"Commander-Captain Varus, I am here concerning a certain matter," he said in a drawing voice. Varus nodded and motioned for the chaplain to sit. They each sat and Varus gave Titus his full attention.

"It had been three years since we awoke from our cryostasis. And since then we have searched this Emperor forsaken planet in the hopes of finding a link to the Emperor." Varus leaned closer.

"I believe we have found one."
Otagia
30-01-2006, 16:11
OOC: Howling Griffons? Cool! Always liked the color scheme. :D
Emperor Palpatine II
30-01-2006, 18:42
OOC: Howling Griffons? Cool! Always liked the color scheme. :D

ooc: I know what you mean, I like it alot. And Thrash, nice start.