NationStates Jolt Archive

The vessel's that tore free of the cloying flames of the Immaterium were alive with energy. Upon their hulls, runes glimmered and seethed; dancing patterns of unfathomable logic; twisting words of ancient power. These were mighty battlecruisers; dedicated to the capricious lord of Change; Tzeentch. On board; a Cabal held absolute power; incanting their will; viewing the status of the fleet; and information from the Imperium on hovering Scrying crystals; events echoing with sinister clarity within their arcane depths.

"We arrive..."

"...No later than we should. The plan?"

"Continues to go as proposed. The world is ripe with Warriors; many are ready to be inducted."

They hovered about the world of Hymma; vast monoliths of unfathomable power above the world; teleporters flickering into life; pods bombarding the world in the same moment.

Hymma

The warrior moved like lightning through the thick undergrowth; his spear grasped in rough hands; flesh tight around the shaft; before letting it fly free. He heard the snap as it broke against a nearby tree; pulling another one free from the sack upon his back; lunging forward; letting fly; mind and body acting as one...

The beast gurgled as it was pierced; impaled; yet still moved, blood leaking in ebony ichors, slipping through the undergrowth. The jungle shook; explosions from the tumultous landings shook the surroundings; he threw his last spear without thinking.

The hand grasped it; breaking the spear with a mere gesture; the crackling, warp-tainted gauntlets seething with power as the Sorceror advanced; gesturing with one hand. The warrior choked, lifted into the air; energy surging about him. The Sorceror advanced; tilting his helmeted head; regarding it with an almost idle curiosity; digging his fingers into the Warrior's chest now.

"You'll do..." He whispered; crooning; as the teleporter's engaged, taking the soul from this world; back to the holding pens of the vessel. The forest was alive with marines; their armor gleaming in gold and purple; yellow and ivory...Flames danced about the hands of the Sorceror as he gestured forth; cackling softly. "Let us reap our harvest...."

Transports thundered from orbit; carrying precious troops; carrying vehicles; Predator tanks rumbling forth; Whirlwind's slipping from the embrace of the Transports; Basilisk artillery held to the rear. Dreadnoughts reared forth in hellish roars of bestial power; mighty weapons whirring and readying. Chaos had come to this globe; to replenish it's ranks; for the glory of Tzeentch; they would take; they would change; they would Become...

A Patrol Ship left hyperdrive as it had reached its destination in space: A remote planet on the fringes of Klingtonian space. Hymma. Hymma supported an indigenous people known as the Hymmians, a primitive race of people, which resembled humans in all but a few areas. For the primitiveness of the people, they did have quite a many strong warriors… The Klingtonian government had issued that this planet be untouched and that the people be allowed to live in peace for the time-being. That is until the tainted ‘creatures’ came and descended upon it…

On Board The KSS Onager
“Sir, come have a look at this…” said one of the bridge officers. “What is Kawasaki?” The Admiral inquired. “Well sir, it appears that there is massive amounts of machinery, and the life force on the planet has grown greatly… I smell an invasion force sir.” The Admiral stroked his chin in thought, “Send down a probe to check, and open up a comlink with Admiral Tasak.”


Sir, this is the KSS Onager. We are reporting from the planet of Hymma, and it appears a small invasion force we haven’t identified has landed on Hymma, requesting assistance while our probe investigates…

A Plan was immediately put into action… a squad of Strykers would clear the area and make sure no enemy craft were seen, then the Altra fleet and the Normal Fleet would move in and prepare the counter-invasion of Hymma… All of them would be cloaked to ensure that the Klingtonians had the surprise and not the enemy.

A Small Satellite Orbiting Hymma

The probe orbited around Hymma, zooming in on Enemy Camps, and that is when the enemy was revealed… It was…
The Tainted Ones…THE CHRONOSIANS!

The Three Primary Battle barges finished their launching; turning and waiting, while the 15 Raider escorts; Idolator and Iconoclast's; the five Grand Cruisers; Retaliator and Executor's; and the Four Battlecruisers; Despoiler's and Desolator's; turned their attentions to guarding the world; their hulls seething with corpulent energy; their shields and weapons and sensors alert and alive.

Upon the world; the Marine's forged ahead; chainswords cleaving through foliage; vehicles pushing through the overgrowth; weapons crackling with baleful malevolence. These were the warriors of the Imperium; these were the Space Marines. And they would know no fear.

"Slowly...Slowly..." The Sorceror hissed; gesturing with his clawed hand; tearing trees asunder in flaming bursts of warp-spawned power. "Now..."

Raptor's took to their roaring, screaming jet-packs; streaking into the air; over the bushes; slamming down towards the village; weapons roaring. A bolt pistol tore the leg out from under one of the villagers; while a chainsword cleaved a fleeing elder in two; his brittle body collapsing into a pile of fabric, taut flesh, rich blood and gleaming bone.

Barrages of Bolter fire tore through the tree-line as the Marine's steadily advanced; a hut was torn asunder in a barrage of Lascannon fire from a Land Raider; while a Dreadnought wiped out a fleeing group of terrified villagers with a swipe of it's gleaming, fetid claws.

The symphony of damnation had begun to play; the Sorceror mused lightly; gesturing in the air; the glories of Tzeentch evident in the doomfire that danced about his fingers. And all those before him were nothing but instruments; willing or unwilling...

Suicidal Strykers came into the Hymma System with incredible speed, they scouted the immediate area without taking a second to recuperate after they had arrived. The immediate area was clear, so in came the rest of the fleet, and they too set out to business immediately, dispatching fighters to the planet and preparing the Altra and Klingtonian pods to fire into the battle that was taking place…

Minutes Later on Hymma

A small contingent of Klingtonian fighters armed with megaphones flew over the sight of the “battle,” if you could call a superpower attacking a primitive people a battle. The Klingtonian leader of this band of fighters issued the order, “hit it”, as they neared the battle. A song was played over the speakers as the men worked in unison. The Ride Of The Valkyries (SEE BELOW) soon filled the area up with the sound of an impending attack. As they approached the enemy, they began to put up heavy strafing fire at the Chronosians and dropped a few low-load bombs upon the enemy… and the rain of hell came down at that very moment… Hundreds of Altra pods crashed into the battleground to fight the Chronosians.

Meanwhile On Board the KSS Prometheus

“We will make the Chronosians respect the Klingtonian army, IF IT’S THE LAST THING I DO!” Admiral Tasak said assertively as he slammed his hand on his chair. “We Must not give them a second to recuperate, Prepare the next wave of soldiers, and lets test out those knew Napalm bombs while we’re at it…”
The Klingtonians were ready for war, and god damn’it they were going to do their best to make sure they don’t lose this time…

Back On Hymma

The Giant Altra pods immediately began the attack on the enemy… The top half of the pods exploded with a large flash and an amazingly loud bang, blinding all who were without protection… The leftover parts of the top half flew out onto the enemy, using the explosion as a catapult, where they clung onto their armor and ate through it with a destructive acid… Armor, Flesh, Bone, Muscle, these and many more things were destroyed by the acid, everything it touched was destroyed by the great fire of war. Then the top half of the pod cracked open and out jumped a large humanoid with a long armored tentacle attached to its back. Some of the humanoids carried guns, other carried strange swords with an almost psychic aura around them. As the humanoids landed on the ground and the armored tentacle detached from the creature, and they both went to do their separate jobs… The tentacle moving freely from its base (the pod) grabbed the enemy and crushed them to death or bashed them on the ground till they finally died, while the humanoids attacked the marines relentlessly without care for their own life, their only purpose TO KILL THE ENEMY.

Those unlucky few who managed to kill one of the humanoid creatures, were surprised to find that with their last breath they clung on to the enemy and exploded, taking whatever fool they could to the grave with them…

And so the battle begins…

One of the wretched biological abberations exploded around the whirring clawed fist of a Dreadnought; while the roar of autocannon and lascannon filled the air. Heavy armor began to pummel the pods and their biological occupants from afar; the roar of Basilisk artillery filled the air; the hammering blasts of Land Raiders; Predator's and Whirlwinds. A gesture tore one of the creatures apart in grisly explosion as it leapt at the Sorceror; musing softly, chuckling lightly as he advanced. A Marine was torn down screaming as he plunged his chainsword into the foul monstrosity and it exploded; silencing his cries forever.

Nothing to write home about...

"FLAMERS!" Came the baleful roar of the Captain, driving his powerfist into the chest of one of the blasphemies; it's explosion echoing around his Terminator armor; leaving him seared and splattered; but still more than able to lead his men. Plasma cut through foliage at the alien horde; Flamers roared in their dire consumption; crackling with heat; alive with projected flame.

Fighters filled the skies; Swiftdeaths diving and roaring through the atmosphere with all the seeming of Angel's of Death; Doomfire Bombers strafed high above; dropping their searing cargo upon the pods.

Was this all the enemy possessed to throw against the Imperium? This was nothing; this was Childsplay. They had fought on the very edge of reality; cleansing Zerg and Tyranid with equal impunity; yet more coming to the slaughter would be nothing but a sweet sacrifice for the obscene Gods of Chaos.

The flag of the Black Fists was held aloft; the Standard Bearer opening fire with his bolter from atop the Land Raider; bellowing in obscene prayer, dark worship and glorious war chant. They would not fall; they would not Falter! They were the Black Fist of the Imperium; choking the life from it's foes.

OOC: Post coming within the next day or two, sorry for the holdup.

Admiral Tasak chuckled as the plan came to him.
“Send one more wave of Altra down upon the enemy to keep them busy…”

On Hymma:
The Same Creatures that the Chronosians had defeated just a minute earlier descended upon back upon them… ready to die AND TO KILL.

But it appears a second order had was given out… A few cliques away from the battle, a few thousand Klingtonian troopers and equipment descended down on the planet. They soon split up. One group of men stayed in their position, while the other fell a few more cliques back, to an open patch of land.
The two forces then set up their weapon of choice: Klingtonian Artillery. Mortars, Laser Howitzers and other indirect fire arty was set up and prepped to fire. They had also come with a few hundred Klingtonian Snipers, then moved out into various “zones” between the enemy and the artillery. Then a squadron of fighters were sent down near the artillery to make sure it was not interfered with…
Finally after all the preparation, the order was given… “COMMENCE FIRING!”


As the last of the Altra were finished up a squadron of fighter/bombers descended upon the Chronosians, and began to attack the enemy… A hail of artillery, sniper, and fighter fire descended upon the enemy.

Targetting.... The cold click of a rifle; the howl of the bullet upon the twisting currents of the air; before the black clad Vindicare Assassin faded into shadow once more.

Target eliminated

Artillery thundered all around; men flying through the air; some intact; some in pieces. The Chronosian artillery fired; Basilisk's cutting through the air, Leman Russ tanks and Predator's pushing through the undergrowth; a Land Raider whirling with mighty lascannons crackling. The Whirlwind opened fire with it's barrage of missles; the jungle about them aflame; even as one of their tanks flipped over; aflame, mauled; dead...

Fighters; Fighters were nothing; simpyl food for the beast. The Chronosian Swiftdeath's plunged into the fray; bitter dog-fights between the Heavens and the Hellish Earth; Doomfire bombers plunged in attack runs on the Klingtonian artillery and personnel. They had come expecting a routine smash and grab, and now...Now there was fun. It amused them.

The Sorceror held one of the creatures by the throat, lifting it into the air with his mind alone, tilting his head; observing it; before he tired of it and it's gurgling prattle, his other hand flicking in minute gesture, prying the things jaws apart, forcing, till he heard the triumphant click; tossing it aside with a motion, even as it exploded.

Men lay dieing; others fought on, continuing their assaults; bolters roared; lascannons hissed; the searing crackle of power weapons and the snarl of combi-weapons filled the Air. The Terminator armored fiends pushed forward; swinging with great claws and hammers; lashing out with Stormbolters. This was the path to ruin; this was the way to Hell.

"Deploy the second Wave"

As You desire, Lord Sorceror.

Drop pods smashed into the Klingtonian lines from orbit; hurtling straight into their midst, and all around them; peppering the land with them. Defense systems on board pounded the enemy with bolters and lascannons on the exteriors; before the doors blew out; Dreadnoughts lumbered forth; Space Marines poured out; and some merely exploded; decoy bombs meant to maim and cleanse this obscene and taxing enemy. They sought to test the warriors of the Imperium? They succeeded only in testing their patience.

Sorry School caught up with me. Will be posting over Spring Break...
So expect a post tommorrow.

The Klingtonians were just as ruthless as the Chronosians, except they didn’t stop to enjoy the effects of their killing, they just kept on fighting.

They had been training their whole lives for this moment, and they knew exactly what to do, they fought bravely and honorably and began to push the enemy back. Their discipline and hard work would pay off as it always had. The Chronosians would get the fight they wanted- if not the defeat they deserved.

The Middle of the Field, in the center of the action, where the blood flowed as if from a river…

Dax Crum a young Jedi was on the field fending off the enemy warriors with the force and his trusty lightsaber. Two enemies would come and he would decapitate one while Force Pushing the other away, and so continued his peril, until an Aspiring Champion came up…. Dax fended him off for a moment with his lightsaber but it was of no use, the champion was too strong. Dax ran to a nearby artillery piece in which the barrel of the weapon hadn’t been pointed in any general direction. With the power of the force coursing through his veins he managed to turn the piece around and aim it straight at the advancing fool, firing it at near point-blank range… The upper half of the champion was shredded off the lower half in a thrilling display of gore.

The Klingtonian warriors fought valiantly and the results of their skill began to pay off, at one point one of the soldiers yelled, “They got us surrounded!” Another soldier replied, “How unfortunate for them!”

At this point Klingtonian reinforcements began to rain down on the battles from their space capsules, they sandwiched in the enemy between the surrounded forces and forces newly surrounding the enemy.

Meanwhile…

A stray pod fell into a nearby village of the primitive people of Hymma. Out stepped the Jedi, Narthaus, He immediately read the language off their minds and began to recruit them to the Klingtonian cause…

Soon they would be helping to navigate the area and give the advantage of superior mobility to the Klingtonian military.

"Are the reserves ready?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"Excellent; continue the battle; allow the Reserves to...Amuse themselves."

"As is your soverign wish, my Lord"

A wry chuckle as the Sorceror observed. The Chronosians adored combat, they had trained and honed it's art for countless decades, centuries; milennia; they had perfected the killing art of humanity; pushed their bodies as far as could be reasonably attained, and then beyond; embracing the glory of Chaos; insanity and madness fuelling them. They were vessels of near limitless rage.

What were Jedi to those who had struck at the heart of the Coredians vaunted freedom? What was the force to those who drove Nightshade from the Throne? It was nothing; a figment, a facet of greater glory next to the power of the Warp; the power wrought upon the Huntaerian fools; who dared to interfere in Chronosian affairs.

The teleportations began almost immediately; Terminator armored troops materialising; weapons blazing; Power claws gleamign with killing rage. Obliterator troops manifested, roaring, howling, juggernauts of maddened fury; lashing out with flesh and armor and weapons; it's form shifting and morphing between the three; it's living flesh, twisting and writhing against the armor; bound to it by the hated and venerated disease; while weapons p[ulse through the flesh; a lascannon goes off; a mighty claw comes down; a bloodied howl of lust and revenge.

All across the battlefield, the Chronosian's fight and die, their entire being dedicated to war; even as the artillery fires and howls; as the tanks dish out their heavy weapons support; the satisfied pounding of a Leman Russ tank; the barrage of the Whirlwind and the Land Raider and the Predator; with their fury unbound; none can stand long against the might of the Imperium.