NationStates Jolt Archive

The shimmering night of space over the blue seemingly jewel like planet was priced suddenly by loud inter dimensional radio chatter..


(Entrance Static)—
November Echo charily Bravo .. we have drop ships inbound, transports and air support are on the way..

Commencing maneuver
November Kilo 12 … Hold tight boys….

Battle carrier nexus responds:
(Entrance Static)—

Roger that Oscar Hotel Mike... Begin assault when ready we will soften Them up for you..


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The large ominous fleet surrounded the planet, there shimmering sleek and shining bodies piercing the gentle void , they were some what split up, surrounding half the planet.

The commander looked down his lips quivering with the sweet taste of victory, he grinned his arms to his back again he said with an ominous but calm tone his eyes panning the world below, and the darkness of space witch it so serenely defied.. he said “Begin mass driver assaults on the city, scan for any defense and suppress fire on them ..”

The tactical officer nodded and pressed a couple of holographic buttouns..




Suddenly the entire floating fleet opened up, blue white balls of comet shaped doom lunged forth like festering daemons from hell thousands upon thousands targeting the city and surrounding areas, they flew with a streak of white filling the shimmering void with masses of fire and brimstone ..


Mean while hundreds of drop ships assault transports and teleportation ships started to land troops…


Drop ships shimmered overhead pricing the blue atmosphere like cutting blades of steel, the large assault transports and drop ships flew towards the planet, mean while assault Craft followed behind, there fusion guns and missiles ominously providing cover for the transports, deployment was steady.


These large combat transports also carried thousands of pieces of equipments, tanks artillery, Multi lunch rocket systems HERCS.. And Anti mecha units.


Mean while on the lead drop ships an -FMDF – (Federal Marine Delta force) Platoon sat in the shaking whooshing and blasting metal like case of the ship…


Corporal Adrian Shepard, a some what burl but young marine with brown hair, although his body was covered in an OFW stealth suit variant you could clearly see his young smooth pale face…


The first sergeant was a clean shaven tall burly man in his mid thirties, his brownish white skin reflected on the light of the drop ship.

He looked around the First sergeant In front of the entire platoon, in a course but loud voice to over come the shaking whooshing and general noise the Sergeant said.

“All right listen up solders!!! Its time to lay the hurts on these maggots!, I got orders here from special forces command and the commander on the nexus, our mission and our number one priority is to disable power to those shield generators and defensive systems in that city, Now this wont be a cake walk but I know you laides want to make it home in time for dinner and a some love’n, we will be doing a HALO jump to start off with I know none of yas are afraid of that… right? Any way we are almost in position! Saddle up and get ready !”

Shepard thought in his mind About the battle to come and how hard it would be but Death did not scare him, he was more afraid that death would not scare a man like him.. a man with a family a lovely wife a dog and three kids… he wasn’t afraid of losing all that in death … this scared him his mind ran rampant with fears of no fearing his own mortality, he for a split second closed his eyes and then opened them, the view was now of the planet below his suit was flying through the air and wind, he quickly taped his chest to cloak and camouflage his suit from thousands of kilometers him and his platoon mates fell, there gravimetric thrusters only slightly slowing them …. Until they got low enough to deploy them fully… his eyes panned around looking at the sky looking at his fellow solders, watching in the distance as thousands upon thousands of drop pods and combat transports flew from the havens, he witnessed the mass bombardment thousands of white blue spheres of death lunging towards the ground, his mind was awash with emotions of excitement adrenaline, a near platuide of emotion from such a man was not new nor will it ever die…

He looked back slightly barely catching a glimpse of the streaking drop ship flying away and up in to the dark havens of witch it came, it was a glorious sight even if it was for a split second, a sinking feeling went over Adrian as he saw the glimmer of the drop ship disappear, but he looked forward and started focusing or trying to at least…

He clutched his Pulsed fusion automatic assault rifle in his hands close to his chest his cloaked semi white and black hands and chest see through in the clouds….. it was a weapon he would fight to the death with no matter what the cost no matter what the sacrifice this was for the Union and this was for his home land..

The immense vessels of the Imperial Navy hung above Belle Terre like grotesque flies, fluttering about a ripened orb of fruit, flitting over it; observing the shimmering blue and green of the flesh; examining it. In orbit, each vessel of the Imperial fleet was alive and seething with putrid existence; within each mighty ship, troops readied. An army readying itself for battle; no mere regiments of Imperial Guardsmen would grace the soil of Belle Terre; it would prove host to the most glorious of the Imperium’s warriors.

Belle Terre would know the Adeptus Astartes.

Upon his flagship, the fearsome Bloodspiller; Cabot watched with a furious intensity as the Federal troops began their landings; fingers playing over the carved and machined ivory of his throne; skulls lined it; inlaid with brass and running with fresh blood; its coppery scent drifting up to tease at his superhuman senses. A smile crossed his lips as he rose; armour gleaming in the half-light of the vessel; a tinted, scarlet light suffusing the entire command room with a sanguine glory.

“My Lord.”

A voice from behind draws him to turn, to regard the one who stands before him with barely contained glee. The figure is armoured, red and gold; reminders of the sweet glory of tasting life; of spilling blood for their dark master. Hair spills about his shoulders, thick and blonde, alive and lustrous; his eyes are deep pools of exotic, almost jade, green. He is Achaeus; The Commander of Cabot’s First Company. His most favoured. His most trusted. It is he who shall stand at Cabot’s side. Cabot, named Warmaster of all the Imperium.

“Yes, Achaeus? What news? How goes the preparations?”

“Brensis and I stand ready to aid you, my Lord. We shall take the skulls of this race for Khorne; we shall spill their blood and make them beg for mercy.”

“They shall receive none.” Cabot smiled; the smile of a living god, pleased at the actions of his supplicants. Achaeus and Brensis; Lord of the Second Company; were quite the team. Together, they had coordinated the fall of entire worlds to the undisputed glory of Chaos, and the enviable power of Khorne. “I shall lead the charge with my Honour Guard; First and Second shall be in constant communication with both myself and the Unionists; in this way we shall coordinate the entire offensive to better stymie the enemy momentum. They must realise that they defend a world doomed to be taken.

As such, we shall leave them only the hope of surrender or a swift death”

“It shall be done, my Lord. We await merely your order to Deploy.”

“Let it be done; in His Name. We shall triumph here, and our allies shall have proven themselves worthy of the first steps. Now; leave me. I must prepare.”

“As you require; my lord.” A bow of his head and Achaeus was gone; moving off into the bowels of the vessel. Cabot, on the other hand, ascended, scaling a staircase into his own quarters. Upon the walls; suspended by heavy metal support beams, lay the two grand Axes; Wrathchild and Gorefiend. Mighty chainaxes, their teeth like black diamonds in the light, gleaming; yet seeming all but bottomless; as though staring too long into them might consume all the light about them. Slowly, with almost ceremonial care; he laid his hands upon the shafts.

Far below, the men of the First and Second companies armed and prepared with all the ease of a well oiled machine. Gauntleted hands reached for helmets; checked bolters, adjusting and check their weaponry. Chainaxes, a most certain requirement amongst this of all Legions, were prepared; well oiled chains whirring with the other technological mechanisms of the well-worn, well-used weapons. The Commanders stood, straight backed, watching the crisp order of their Companies armament and preparation. The ships shuddered slightly as the course was adjusted.

The room descended into hushed awe as a group of figures entered; 10 Terminator Armoured warriors stood in attendance; weapons gleaming and ready; a Combi-bolter and Power Claw. The figure they defended; the final piece to the puzzle; was enormous.
A god amongst mere men.

Cabot came amongst them, nodding to his commanders, taking his place between them and letting his voice boom out; he had all the presence of a warrior and the words of an orator.

“Brothers! We stand today at the side of our glorious allies; we come to this far corner of the universe, to declare our intent and to finalise our goals. The Seaquestrians have slighted our brothers in blood; insulted them. And now, upon this rock they make a final stand. I tell you this. We are a thousand times grander than the men who stand upon that earth waiting to die. We are a thousand times grander than all the forces of the Great Crusade of old; or those who fought the Long War! We are more glorious than any military that has come or gone in these dark millennia. I would rather have you at my back, brothers, than fight at the side of Horus, Angron, Perturabo, Fulgrim or Lorgar! And now! Now I need you! Each and every one of you!

The battle lines are drawn; the gods scream for glory; Khorne bellows for blood and skulls! By the Ruinous Powers; will we fail our Emperor?”

”NO!” The cry of every man present hurtled forth, a sharp rebuke, yet also an acceptance. Their Primarch had issued a challenge. They would not back down from such a monumental undertaking.

And so it began.

Towering over his men, framed by the howl of smoke and steam from the armouries and forges of the vast vessel; his blonde hair flitting like a mane about his head, his armour gleaming in the almost abyssal light and heat of the underbelly of the great ship, Cabot gestured; a hand rising in a quick, sharp salute to his men and comrades.

”Kill for the living; kill for the dead; through blood and madness, to glory. For Khorne and for Arioch! Blood! Skulls! Souls! Wolfsbane; thy howl shall be their damnation!”

And with that the men began their boarding movements; massive drop-ships thrummed with energy; even as boarding pods began to rain down, adjacent to, and surrounding, the Federal forces. Larger troop concentrations; including the Primarch and his honour guard; as well as the Lord Commanders; were earmarked for places of honour about the Federal forces.

The skies were lit with trails of smoke and fire as the drop-pods and ships tore through the atmosphere; leaving scars of flame across the pale blue of the sky; like claw-marks across the pallid flesh of day, towards the harsh reality of the ground. Impact followed impact; like bullet-wounds into the planets moist flesh; thudding; slamming against the ground with all the fury of a hammerfall, all the malice of rivets driven into dead flesh. This was war; this was conflict; and this was what the Imperium lived for; what it was built upon.

Another battleground; another war. It was here that Cabot and his men would prove themselves once more; while the Emperor held them in his favour; while he and his bloodthirsty legion were regarded as some of the foremost warriors of the Imperium. He was Warmaster; a title Remiel himself had once held; glorified above his brothers by his Brother, his only true superior. Others had dissented; maddened Radu or Hakar, who prowled the fringes of Imperial space; they had demanded it be them. Others had been far more accepting; Severino, too involved in his own studies; Lucian, who respected Remiel’s formidable abilities and often aided him in his endeavors; Gabriel, one of their order who never truly new conflict.

Aesri and Archon seemed almost to have expected it. And so it had come to be; Cabot had been pleased. And when he had been praised as “Our Lord, Warmaster” He had scarcely known how to react; so new was this title over his head; so fulfilling. Now; as they made landfall, they would prove their worth.

OOC: @TFU: You said you would edit the post once I had the chance to look at it when we were on MSN last night. Get back on MSN and we'll talk.

OOC: Can't we just get on with it?

(OOC: whats wrong with it now?! is it ignoreing ub3r defnses or something?.. seriously lets just rp...)

Belle Terre - Orbit - Exterior - Far Side

All seven of the SeaQuestian Empire's in-system Independence class vessels had orbited to the far side of Belle Terre. They had moved to this location to be able to insert the five-hundred-thousand troops each contained to the planet's surface without fighint through the Union and Chronosian ships deploying troops on the Near Side of the planet. Half-way in between, on the Mid Side, were the rest of the SeaQuestian forces.

The giant ships shifted from their geo-synchronus orbits and angled downward. As they entered the atmosphere, their shields took the brunt of the firey entry into the planet's atmosphere. Appearing as comets streaking against the day sky en route towards the the day-night terminator, far beyond which lay the Belle Terre colony city. They would be inserting the troops at one of the abandoned homesteads located far enough from the city to lie over the horizon, but close enough to have acess to the undergound city.

Lead Independence - Main Bridge

"Five minutes until Gamma Night and comm and sensor black-out."

"Two minutes until all ships are in drop position. We'll be over the Gamma Night dead-line by thirty minutes until we have fully off-loaded all troops."

"The storm will reach our postion in fifteen minutes before that."

"That's a giant storm."

"Its a class two, level five storm."

"Damn! If it weren't for the shield, the wind of that thing alone would level the city."

"Agreed."

"Troops have begun ringing down and the first group of drop ships are deploying."

Five minutes later...

"Gamma Night has begun."

"Comms are off-line."

"Sensors are offare out."

"Good. Now we'll be on an even playing field."

Fifteen minutes later...

"The class two, level five storm has reached the area."

"We've got major electrical activity out there."

"Activate grounding systems."

"Aye."

"Contact the drop ships and war...."

"Can't. Gamma Night is still in effect."

"Damn! Forgot."

"Crap! One of the drop ships has taken a direct hit from a bolt of lighting. She's going down."

Exterior

Electrical energy arched over the drop ship that had been hit. The electrical energy combined with the massive EMP had fried the craft's systems and killed everyone aboard. She plunged nose first into the dirt, digging a furrow almost a kilometer long and several meters deep, before exploding in a ball of flame as her power plant lost containment.

Lead Independence - Main Bridge

"Damn! We've lost them!"

"Other drop ships are being hit."

"Crap!"

"We can only hope for the best, for now."

"BULL!"

"Gamma Night is..."

"I know, I know, you're right. I'm just pissed at the loss of life."

Fifteen minutes later...

Eventually, even with the set-backs, 3.4005 million troops were set down. Out of the orginal compliment that was being sent, only five-hundred had been lost due to lighting hitting their drop ships.

Underground City Complex - Five minutes later

"Alright, ladies! You know why we're here!"

"Sir, yes, sir!"

"Explain it to me."

"Sir! We're here to defend our soil from the invading foriegn devils! Sir!"

"Correct, Sargent. And how are we going to do that?"

"By killing 'em, sir."

"I know that, Private. Details...anyone?"

"We'll make them wish they never were born, sir!"

"Good. And how do you plan to do that?"

"Sir, by destroying their morale, sir!"

"Very good. Now move out, you maggots!"

The troops began moving out as the General walked over to his senior officers.

OOC:
@TFU: Nothing's wrong with it. Just needed to talk about the thread like we had agreed on MSN.
@Chrono: Agreed. Bring it. Now to just figure out how to give you some serious losses in this currently 2v1 ground conflict.

Out of some of the drop ships… roman like armored legionnaires marched out in organized columns, there gleaming metal steel like amour gleamed in the even in the darkening sky, equipped with Psionic rifles in one hand and a short sword in the other…

They ominously marched over in large columns, an organized declined force not even the raging incoming gamma night would disrupt, they stood at attention there amour slightly clanking , the average legionnaire an almost automaton like being, half human half machine… Telepathically linked to his brethren..

The general was a tall man about six foot three his body was laced with metallic like heavy looking but light amour a sword and a psionic rifle in its large holster, his blue cloak flapping in the wind its eagle and star emblem wrinkling as the sky darkened with an ominous hellish like presence he was un shaken he stood forth in front of the legions, 20,000 legionaries in all.. He stood forth looking out at the endless sea of people…

He started to speak in an ominous loud thunderous voice as the rain and thunder began..

“I as you all know am General Bester Kayborn, I stand before you today to lead you in to battle against an arrogant over confident enemy, these scum have offended our grate nations beyond leaps and bounds this will not be tolerated, we are the might of the Union and as such we will crush them under our foot and watch there lifeless bodies fall before us as we charge in to battle fighting to the last man, We will not rest Until we have crushed them or every last one of us is dead we shall fight to the death! Stand to the last man if e must but they will be defeated…”




A federal marine rushed up his rail rifle in hand, his feet scratching along the ground as the besters speech came to an end , the rain began pummeling them all, clanking and such on the amour, the marine said “Sir all our conventional sensors are out basically we pretty blind out there, how ever since we can communicate pisonicly even in a limited role we can organize for the most part, we have MCV’S unpacking several meters away hopefully we can crate a small safe zone ..” he saluted and snapped to attention bester responded his amour clanking as he turned to the saluting marine “Affirmative solider, lets move out..!”

Pisonic communications began ringing throughout the legions with speed, the marines also began receiving orders.

“Advance!”


The thousands of legionaries turned in a left face there amour clanking, they began marching there armor reverberating like seeds hitting a wind chime in the rain, there feet pounding on the ground below as they walked along in large columns.

Bester walked over to Cabot, his feet taping along the ground and his amour slightly clanking his blue cloak waving in the wind…. He went up to him and said in a loud but friendly voice “Greetings brother.. It’s a honor to have you join us in this campaign what made you come to us from so far?, we are starting to move out I would request your best forces to stand by my legions..” he grinned a bit the glass like panel in front of his face reflecting light, his lips quivered a little with the grin his some what young but toned face being relived in the light his brown hair and green eyes panning the area his form was burly and strong like an ox , he stood there not even shivering just standing there at attention almost..


Mean while mechanized infantry tanks and HERCS, began moving out with Large troop APC’S.

The large vehicles kicked up the dust as there slopped gleaming armour moved along in the darkness, there long rail cannons and gattling rail cannons ominously sticking out in front of them…

One of the inconspicuous marines sitting in an APC looked around him, his OFW amour quietly moving as his head turned to look at his brothers, he clutched his rail assaults rifle in his hands closely to his chest, thoughts of home and terran prime ran through his mind, he was now out here on the endless battle field, were massive concubines of death would occur, this was an old platuide of war and peace emotion and tribalism between nations, he sighed slightly his eyes panning out of a port window the desolate landscape passing by as thunder lighting and rain barreled down upon the masses of troops tanks and artillery movements, the map they were moving on was some what recent, before the storm the ships had scanned the entire planet and relayed it to the troops before it engulfed the entire planet…



The solider hoped he would live through it his emotion was strong but he did not show it to others emotion is death in battle hesitation means you will die, he would not hesitate he would fight … no matter what… he would fight to get home he would fight for his family, he looked down the APC rushing forth… besides the APC’S HREC’s walked along there large claws and legs pounding on the ground moving with in the mechanized infantry Column, they would be semi split semi organized in a sector of the planet to start striking and fortifying them selves it would take an hour or so… (ooc next post)


Air support was heavy Vampire and cobra gun ships flew over head there gravimetric engines whooshing over head the gun ships flying in large squadrons ahead of the advancing troops..

The plan was set in motion… troops were on the move legions were advancing the storm had caused little interruption in vehicles or electrical systems because they were photonic sensors and communications were affected how ever…

The Massive Bad-Hertzfeldt assault ships started to break through the atmosphere, loosing squadrons of hellebarde GAP high maneuver frames as the Faust superiority fighters started their attack on any enemy air assets they could find.

From their vantage point high in the atmosphere it was relatively easy for the massive planetary assault ships to pick out any targets in their hemispheres, the vessels had encircled the world, and in groups of ten had started their slow descent on to the planets surface.

The assault ships streaming from the massive craft carried tens of thousands of GAP replicant soldiers. Each one of them identical. A young woman, 5"9 wearing full plate armour that almost hid their feminine features as they checked their weapons and prepared to do what they had been grown, bred and prepared for. To take ground in the name of Divine Tannelorn.

There targets from the start had been the seaquestian gate systems, and much like the miehmish Tannelorn expected them to try to sabotage or destroy the gate in some way.

However Commodore Alfonse would hear nothing of it. Immediately he had ordered a high powered DEM scrambler wave front against the Seaquestian command and control and power facilities. The raw dimensional energy filled the air with tiny floating lights, capable of crippling any advanced electronic, optronic, positronic or quantam AI and mechanisms.

It would quite handily lock the gate in to place, while preventing the enemy from utilising their battle computer systems.

Of course that was why tannelorn used hybrid Bioorganic and electronic computers. The most important aspect of the jamming wave was its ability to short out highly advanced mechanisms, utilising advanced quantam physics such as gates, and in some cases FTLi.

As the ships advanced, laying down a stream of kinetic and graser death upon any large power sources and military targets, the assault ships raced for the gateway, and to victory.

Brother.

The thought and sentiment almost made Cabot laugh at the irony of the commander’s words. Cabot regarded few beings in the great scheme of creation to be his brothers; brothers by blood and by battle. Even the men amongst his Legion deferred to him as ‘Lord’ and ‘Father’. They were his chosen Sons, his heirs; his warrior brood to strike out against the hateful foes of the Imperium, the heretics who might disease and malign the name of the True Gods. Slowly, stifling a chuckle, Cabot began to speak; his voice booming out to the commander who even now he towered over. Cabot was the pinnacle of this legion; its Lord, its Primarch. His words, resonating as they were, were tinged, almost with amusement; a mirth derived almost entirely from the presumption of the Terran before him.

“You are the Federal troop who is in acting command here? Good; then listen closely. We are the Adeptus Astartes of the Imperium; we have as much vested in this slaughter as you do. You ask why we came? We came to defend our allies, to protect our holdings in this Cluster. Make no mistake, we are here to aid you but we shall not take a secondary role in this war. We are well-skilled and long experienced in this fel art; worlds have been forced to compliance by the might of the Astartes. So now we shall tell you how it shall be, as a Primarch of the Imperium, I am in full strategic command of my own Legion, we shall support you, true enough, but you shall adapt as our strategy dictates.

Tell me, General, how much experience do your men have in street fighting? Battles to the bloody end in cities of death and madness? These Xenos are arrogant and possessed of a baleful intelligence; they deny the Gods and craft technologies in defiance of the Machine God. The Emperor, beloved by all, has dictated that they shall be scoured from the face of existence; and by the Gods they shall be! Now; you will prepare your men, and provide us with all tactical and topographical data you possess.”

Cabot turned away from him, looking about at the glory of his assembled legions. He was hearing rough telemetries over the Vox, when suddenly it began to crackle, fading, going dead in a rush of static. Communications with the ships in orbit had been lost by way of Vox. A sigh escaped his lips, thanking the Gods that they had their Astropath with them. Immediately he ordered a message sent through to the ships; they were to wait for further communication by Astropath; the Vox channels between ground and ship had been severed.

“The world itself is acting as a dampener, my Lord.” A tech-priest bowed, his words coming as a low hiss through artificial means. “We have the means to initiate squad to squad and brother to brother communication; but little in the way of reaching the ships save by Astropath. The effect seems to be indigenous to this world; something to ponder when it is at full compliance”

“How long till we can be prepared to move out; I want Dreadnoughts, Terminators and Obliterators to mount the first full assault; we shall strike them as a hammer, mighty and unyielding; before we utilise the Legions to their fullest; striking hard and fast. We’ll commence with Artillery bombardments, level their cover; force them to take the brunt of our armour full on. I want all systems readied and able to engage.”

“As you wish, Lord.” It bowed, making the sign of the Machine across its chest, before turning to leave. Cabot sighed once more, whirling about, his cloaks dancing about him, grazing his proud, regal armour like waves against a shore.

”Bring me Achaeus and Brensis. The First and Second must act as one; but I have a task for them, a game for this conflict.” He chuckled, his booming order going to the servants who awaited his instruction, who existed to do little else but serve their colossal lord. Cabot paused for a moment, letting his attentions drift back to the Federal troops who milled and thrummed; an eager and warlike horde. He smirked as he regarded the proud General. “You and your men are every inch the warriors, it would appear. You must be very proud of these who come so eagerly to die. Yet I cannot help but notice that they are, regardless, men. Tell me; what are your initial plans? How do you plan to reduce this world to total compliance in the face of the Xenos filth that inhabit it?”

His thoughts were distracted by the arrival of the Lord Commanders; Achaeus and Brensis regarded each other, a flash of white teeth in light hearted grin, an almost animal greeting, a reflex in the face of the competition that was to come. “General, might I introduce Achaeus and Brensis; Lord Commanders of the First and Second Companies, respectively. They shall aid me in my endeavour, but I have a simple task for them. Whomsoever claims the most skulls in Khorne’s name, shall gain my favour. Go now, brothers, let us make this war a glorious one. We are ready; are we not?”

“First Companies heavy armour stands ready to serve you, my Lord. We’ve been comparing notes based on initial topography sent by the fleet; but with the approaching Storm surges, we’ll soon be in the dark. We’ve pinpointed where we’ve landed, and the location of the city in relation to us.” Achaeus smirked softly, turning to look towards the city; all about them, the darkness seemed to draw in, the wind was howling like the screaming of the dead, and lightning coursed from the sky; half-physical manifestations of elemental power; striking the ground in thunderous fury only to fade, an unfulfilled rage.

“Second Company has readied its armour for Deployment, Lord. We have Defilers and Predators holding in the rear; Artillery has been prepared; a distinct mix of Basilisk artillery from the Guard and a selection of Whirlwind from us. We’ve moved the Terminators to the fore, along with Obliterator fire support and Dreadnoughts to flank. Raptor squads are ready to strike the enemy once we engage; and Devastator and Havoc units are nearly done preparing. Each soldier pauses, Lord, to incant the rites of War. The Sorcerors have prepared the invocational doctrines; Khorne shall be appeased this night, they say.

“Indeed they shall, my Sons.” Cabot chuckled, his face harsh before the oncoming storm front, yet bearing the determination of living godhood. He gestured; and his Lord Commanders moved off, ready to enter into the fray; into this glorious cauldron of bloody war and conquest.

The sound of countless boots slamming into the sodden earth echoed as the Marines began to form up; squads unified and members waited; helmets locked in place; eyes gleaming with raw courage and enthusiasm through the eyeplates of their helmets. Cabot; flanked by his bodyguards; stood at the fore; gazing out across the plains; the city before them.

“I want full surveillance. We lack in sensor clarity; but so too, we should assume, do our enemy. We will observe; and once the enemy slides forth against us, we shall strike; like the lightning upon this damnable world. They think that nature can stop us? We are Astartes! We are the chosen of the Emperor! You are my Sons! The Gods themselves have set us forth; Wolfsbane; Chosen of the Blood God! We shall not fail Khorne, nor our Emperor! We shall lay low this world and its defenders; for they are nothing before the glories of the Warp! For Khorne! For Arioch! For the Blood!”

"How long until we get to the bunker? I just got these shoes and haven't worn them in yet."

"What? Already getting callouses(sp?) ontop of callouses(sp?), General?"

"Har har. Very funny. Seriously, you try walking through these tunnels in brand new shoes."

"What happened to your old ones anyways?"

"My dog had a field day with them."

"Don't you just hate when that happens?"

The General snorted and quickened his stride.

2 hours later...

"We're here."

"Who knows the key for this lock?"

"I do."

A young female Furling with reddish-brown fur stepped foward as the Lieutenant Colonel pips flashed on her uniform. She activated the controls and manipulated the three-dimensionla holographic puzzle lock. If one didn't know the key, it would been nigh impossible to break. Eventually, as the last piece slid into its correct place, the entire hologram flashed and dissapeared prior to the door opening revealing access to the colony's military bunker. The troops filed in. Medical personnal headed for the infirmary, engineers headed for the reactor room, pilots headed for the vehicle bay, commanders headed for the command and control center, gunners headed for the turrets, and so on down the line with the mostly logistics personnal force headed for the areas for each of their respective expertises.

Exterior - Half hour later

As electrical disturbances had taken out the remote turret controls, the usually automated weapons now were operated by their on-site controls. Massive doors slid aside in various areas of terrain as massive muzzles protruted and spat fire as they spoke. Giant, unguided shells were sent soaring through the air towards the approaching enemy troops. Some filled with corrosives so potent only one rare material was known to be able to contain, others were filled with chemicals so cold, they froze everything in the splash radius solid, and those were just the appitizers.

The General grinned saying in response his eyes panning to the commanders that were walking up “Our plan is simple, we flank the city on all sides.. and bombard it … we need to send in… forces via tunnels or any other entrance to shut down that shield, I expect heavy resistance from these scum, but it should be worth it, air support will be provided by me and my allies”


Mean while a regular solider rushed up his OFW suit stretching and moving smoothly with him as he quietly ran up, he said with a hint of clam and confidence in his voice “sir we have just received word Tannelornian forces have arrived, they are currently attacking seaquestrian positions”


The general responded with a fluid motion, over to him, his tall broad and muscular body towering over the seemingly small solider “Thank you, its time to move out…” he saluted as the solider saluted back


Meanwhile:


The advanced had come to a halt when random shells of fire began falling around the concentration of amour and troops, and other vehicles. Several of these have been randomly struck, derbies flew from there exploding metal bodies and flew down upon small constrictions kicking up dust on the floor . dust flew around the yellowish/ jungle like b combat painted units they stood looking forward there bodies glimmering in the thunder lighting…



A sergeant stood looking forth with binoculars at firing turrets calling out along with others standing looking fourth there bodies swept with the wind and rain, dust being kicked up there majestic solider like beings ominously and gloriously looking out.

They were calling out “Target is at cooridante -2 east, + 4 west!” and so forth….

The air was filled with vampire gun ships flying through the air at full speed there streaming gravimetric engine ejecting white and blue streams of energy and particles as they screeched through the air like unholy beings.



Suddenly the area surrounding the defenses opened up, artillery recoiled as it fired anti matter plasma shells, again and again firing targeting turrets, with accuracy blue and green electrical spheres surrounded the shells as they moved at amazing speeds.


Mean while amour and HRECS moved up to the front, the tracks of the tanks kicked up dust and made engravings as the division of amour went forth, there green camouflage like skin, grizzly tanks raised there main guns, mechanical clanking noising emanating from the smooth moving tank turret and gun troops stood by as these beasts came to a sudden stop just a little closer than the artillery. HRECS pounded the floor with there long legs, bust kicking up and flowing in to the air as they moved towards the tanks.

Tank commander… “Are all units in place?” he asked looking over to his XO down in the driving/ engineering pit “yes sir.. All units in position”
The tank commander smiled and responded his lips curling in a sense of glee “Ok boys show them whose boss” …

Suddenly thousands of tanks opened, shells accelerated out of the barrels at amazing speeds, large explosions and BOOM sounds were heard as each tank fired again and again, the cannon recoiling in to the turret as it continued to fire.


Soldiers stood in watch as blue and green brimstone flew from there units, loud booms and swooshes reverberating through there ears.. There eyes panned the horizon and near by turrets, there minds now completely tuned to combat, and there commanders, they were always thought hesitation meant death, they did not have many personal thoughts at all, there minds were focused on the carnage blood, and mission ahead...




Vampire gun ships shot off there ordinances In conjunction with artillery fire and tank fire, streams of yellow flames shoot out of hundreds of missiles and guided air to ground munitions.



Mean while Adrian and his crew touched down several hours ago, they started a mini briefing; they were gathered near a swamp several miles out side the city, full stealth on.


Adrian looked up at his sergeant, he sighed his hands on his suit close to him on his leg, and his eyes panned the area but always going back to the speaking sergeant.

The sergeant spoke “Ok men, we have to find a back door to this damned place, once we do we will split up, bravo and alpha team , we have the element of surprise that means we also need to keep stealth and up most priority , am I clear ? I don’t want any marine shooting off a rifle with out a silencer or running around like a lunatic, if you do I will kick your ass…” he chuckled “any way we get in, get to the shield or power center, and shut those down.., our secondary priority is that dammed gate, to prevent enemy reinforcements from getting in we need to kill it, mooooveee out!” Adrian stood up with his group of marines looking towards the others in there suits, they began moving and crouching, rushing stealthily and quickly behind rocks and other objects. There feet not making any noise and not kicking any dust as they ran, they held there rifles close to there chest, as several sniper spotters looked for personnel.


Adrian was nervous his mind was immersed in wanting and hankerings to go home, his eyes were glazed over with nostalgia, and his thoughts were racing both on the mission and his return to his family, if he wasn’t killed, flashes of his wife kids, and house on Terran prime went through his mind like vivid distant memories of a past life, fading in and out as he sat behind this rock his feet on the ground his rifle to his chest, he thought to him self “my god man.. What am I doing here? Am I the type of man to do this? I have done a few missions but nothing like this… wait never mind what am I saying I’ a solider… I serve my country and my people I have to do this” the voices of reason but doubt were within him tarring him apart, his eyes opened widely and his pupils dilated quickly as his mind filled with conflict only to be interrupted seconds later by orders to rush to another embankment and split up so fire cant take out clusters of troops. He stood up and rushed towards an embankment covered in rocks stealthily moving along he crashed to the ground holding his weapon to him.

The simple nature of Gamma Night and the storm itself decreased accuracy. One needed to have gun crews trained in a more basic targeting method than just relying on sensers. Nevertheless, several guns were engulfed in flame as they were hit. On some, the defensive fields fell and the guns were destroyed, others managed to hang on, but barely.

Gun #547

"Okay," said a Sargent looking through a sighting device, "compensating for wind, move the barrel two degrees to the right and seven degrees upwards."

"Aye, sir," replied a Private as he manipulated wheels manually to change the weapon's aim.

There was a massive boom and a cloud of smoke, which was quickly dispersed by the rain, shot out. Buffeted by the winds, the course of the massive shell arced horizontally in the direction the gun crew wanted it to go, in the direction of one of the Federal tanks.

Other gun crews using similar methods were able to do similar feats, however, only as long as they had someone trained to use the equipment. The others just kept lobbing random shells in the general direction of the enemy troops.

The massive assault ships continued to pound the area containing the way gate, regardless of whether or not it was still active. The ships slowly made land fall, each of them settling down in the vast fields and valleys surrounding the area, all the while laying down a steady hail of C-frac Ubecht shells with pinpoint accuracy with devastating results. Abruptly the firing stopped, a thousand guns fell silent as dozens of assault ships containing over a thousand GAP replicant soldiers started their attack run, settling down to off load their passengers before taking off again, ready to lay down a torrent of fire from their infantry support lasers and missiles.

Hellebarde high maneuver frames skated along the ground, coming up to provide quick mobile support, their 35 foot tall bulky humanoid frames belied their agility, their primary methods of locomotion being the massive gravitic/fusion hybrid engines and maneuver verniers.

They fired swarms of missiles at anything even remotely resembling a target with ruthless efficiency one would attribute to drones or other mechanicals as they advanced, their replicant pilots doing exactly as they were trained to do.

The tannelornian general had decided where he would place his command post, next to the enemy way gate, preventing any possible hope of escape for those that would not surrender.

“Some would question the need of mankind to wage war across the stars. Some would ask if there was some other way by which we might enforce the will of our Emperor and Gods. Those who have seen the malicious zeal of every Xeno threat know that there can be no other way. The arts of war are the legacy of the Emperor to his servants. This is our gift, this is our craft.”
- Esteemed Iterator Valdemar Leblis; “A Study of Chronosian Man; Through Faith, Divinity”

War was upon them. Glorious war in the name of Khorne. Cabot had tasted battle on countless worlds, had seen entire civilisations plunged into anarchy by his own malice; his own sharpened skill. He had fought with all the fury of one trained at the base of the Blood God’s great brazen throne, like war itself given form. And now it came again. He let his eyes roam the battlefield, where already conflict was beginning to unfold, the Unionist troops taking the brunt of the assault. Blood was already upon the air, and he let his nostrils fill with the copper stink of it. The glorious aroma of conflict and carnage was upon his lips; a goblet offered up, and now he would drink deep.

“Begin.”

A single word can set entire worlds to burn, can snuff out stars and end entire races, so it was that the singular pronouncement of Cabot would change the face of the war upon the Alteran race. Machinery whirred as the bombardment began, lighting up the tumultuous night with the fires of hell; the Basilisk Artillery sending their volleys of death immense distances towards the enemy guns. Based loosely upon orbital telemetry now vanished, and the enhanced senses of the warriors who were steadily moving towards the front, conveyed in hushed Vox to the Steel Fists who crewed the great weapons of war; they would not be entirely accurate. They would, however, serve their purpose.

The front lines were marred by the taint of the warp, a hiss of fiendish energy as the Terminators teleported to the fore; immense battle armour gleaming in the falling rain, crimson plate shining in the flash of lightning and the roar of artillery. Fibre-bundle muscles contracted within the plate of the armour as each hefted their weapons skyward; the roar of Storm Bolters filling the air, the howl of rocket launchers and assault cannons, the terrible echoing of heavy weaponry, all hefted by the mighty Terminators, their Tactical Dreadnought armour serving as immense reminders of Imperial might, rendering them as almost walking tanks.

Dreadnoughts moved through the ranks, their own grand weaponry hurtling forth against the foe, while mighty battle tanks such as Predators or Land Raiders added their own focussed might towards the front; cannon fire and lascannon blasts stained the sky as the War began in full and in ernest.

Cabot reared up amongst his troops; his mighty form wreathed in an air of deadly combat. His voice echoed over the fray, Achaeus and Brensis at his sides, his voice resonating through the madness of this glorious offering to Khorne. “BOLTERS!”
Each warrior lifted his gun, readying for the charge; they held them up, one handed, while the other gripped a whirring chainweapon; these were the Warriors of the First and Second Companies; the chosen Elite of Cabot’s war, the best of their entire Legion. They would not fail, they would not falter. They would know no fear for they were fear incarnate!

“FIRE!”

The roar of the bolters overshadowed the howling artillery for but a split second, the warriors acting almost as one under the orders of their terrible Primarch. He was a living embodiment of war and carnage, a juggernaut of unsurpassed rage, and it was he who lead them forward, the names of his weapons howled upon his lips; Gorefiend, Wrathchild. The immense axes whirred and shook at each utterance of their names, the techno-arcane mechanisms within spurred into violent life in service of the Blood God.

It had begun.

Even as shells slammed into the midst of the front line, the Terminators and Obliterators struggled on; corrosives were as nothing against the plasteel and ceramite plate, blistering and pitting, but in no way truly defeated; freezing chemicals had rather the same effect; shrapnel tore at their armour, but in most cases, to no avail. The Obliterators suffered more; their flesh exposed to such extremes, many succumbed, falling to the ground, screaming in raw agony as their flesh crystallized, or fell away under the onslaught of acidic substances. Other Obliterators fought on, weapons disgorged from their flesh; flesh and armour meeting, almost indistinguishable. Each was a living engine of destruction, capable of altering flesh and weaponry at a whim, maddened by the destructive forces of Chaos, ravaged by the Obliterator virus; it was they who would claim their foes for the glory of Chaos.

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The shells of enemy cannons had taken out several other clusters of cannons and troops, metal and body parts flew in the air being charred by the explosion, huge BOOM’s reverberated through out the area.


Troops scattered and threw them selves in to trenches, there suits glimmering slightly in the dusty aftermath, the solders were disciplined, they knew what to do , immediately several stood up with rocket launchers, the sergeant screamed out in a course clamed voice “all forces fire!”


Suddenly the area light up like never before, with the combination of chron forces and new found federal fire, the area was filled with smoke and bright flashes.


Tanks fired shells, again and again, cannons recoiling back, artillery and mobile rocket launchers fired payloads of thousands of shells and missiles filling the sky and area with bight flashes, troops fired anti amour rocket launchers again and again , huge streams of white streaking ordinance and weapons fire streamed forth.

Other troops quickly pooped up, with assault rifles in hand, they did not hesitate to pull the tiger, they fired , thousands upon thousands of rounds flew from each assault rifle filling the area with muffled fire.

Troops rushed and ran as fast as they could with rocket launchers and rifles firing on the way to other trenches , air support increased as vampire gun ships rushed over head letting lose a hellish torrent of fire, thousands of missiles and a huge chain cannon roared over head as each gun ship fired.

The ground was shaking and reverberating with loud BOOMS all over the place, a solider sat in a trench firing his rifle, the noise muffled by the shaking ground and loud explosions his head was filled with the noise. Tanks fired again and again, mechanized infantry flanked the defenses and unleashed a torrent of automatic shell fire and heavy missile fire, armor flanked the turrets as well firing as they rushed forth at quick speeds.


The general stood several meters from the front in a fox hole he looked through binoculars and grinned, his lips curling up in to the expression, he put a cigar in his mouth, his helmet lined with 4 stars, looking as the expositions and the returning fire of his men, is body shimmered in the changing light as he heard even more air support , vampire gun ships flew over head streaking, as they shot there payload, huge streams of white and blue covered the air.

Hufs and pufs of smoke flew out of his mouth as he looked upon the seen of carnage.


Vampires lunged plasma bombs as the flew over head streaking in to the dark sky, hundreds of high yield plasma bombs covered the area, some exploded out side the defensive line , cueing massive plasma fire balls to engulfed the small area and leave a crater.

Belle Terre Military Bunker - Command Center

"Is it working?"

"Yes, sir. They seem to be focusing on the guns, sir."

"Good. I hope those boys and girls can hold them off long enough for us to finish getting ready here.'

"We are all rooting for them, sir."

The Colonel looked at red button underneath a locked cover.

"We'll, if we fail here today, we can rest assured we'll give them a phyrric victory."

"Agreed. However, we will fight and die with honor and courage, and do our best to drive them off our planet before it has to come to something like that, sir."

"We all will, Major, we all will. You can rest assured of that."

Belle Terre Military Bunker - Vehicle Docks

"No! The red one."

"Sorry, sir. I honestly thought you said you wanted the ray gun."

"You dolt! What would I need a ray gun for!?"

"GET BACK TO WORK!"

"Sir, yes, sir!"

Belle Terre City - Surface - Just Inside Shield - Rooftop

Concealed with low-tech, basic camo, a Private was using old fashinoned optical binoculars to keep an eye out in case the enemy took their focus off the guns. Several other posts had been set up for the same purpose.

Gun #123

As Chronosian and Federal fire struck randomly, some hitting shields of a few guns, others hitting rocks and causing debris to come tumbling down to either bury themselves or an Imperial gun pit depending on where it hit.

Unflinchingly, even as a Chronosian Bolt shot struck only a few centimeters to the side, a Sargent Major visually aimed for an area where a thick concentration of enemy fire was coming from through his sight. Then, pulling the trigger of the torpedo launcher he had, he sent a Micro-Photon Torpedo screaming in that direction with the full force of its M/AM warhead. The shot streaked out just as others from other gun pits began doing the same as more and more Imperial soldiers began using long-range weaponary in combination with the artillary guns.

One Micro-Photon was aimed at a particullary foolish Federal General who was standing their puffing away at a lit cigar. Not only would it ruin night vision, it also made him a sitting duck in terms of targets.

OOC: Like I told Chrono and Tann via TG, Gamma Night was to eliminate orbital support and the storm was to remove air support. You wanted a ground war, so I'm giving it to you, but one of ground troops only. You clear on that?

OOC: Pfft; air and orbital support all contribute to the overall effect of a ground war; besides I don't see how gamma night could hope to stop either a ballistic orbital bombardment or a lance bombardment :P

[ooc: Since my computer is being a pathetic excuse for a machine, I have to tag this manually, good Rping Chron/TFU]

Some fell.

True enough, they fell, wounded by the enemy fire, fewer still killed outright. Limbs were torn from under them, armor sheared or shattered. The Astartes were immortal, warrior-gods blessed by the touch of Chaos, only violence could lay them low and even them, it look a bit of violence. The Terminators were like living tanks, laying down heated fire from the midst of the carnage, striding forth against the insidious foe. Dreadnoughts brought their might to bear, Lascannon fire forced forth against the hated enemy, utilised to its fullest destructive potential.

Bolter fire had filled the air, the sound of war cries were all around, veneratinf Cabot; Lord Warmaster. Others brought voice to the need for glory towards Khorne. Where was the honor of these beings, if they could not lay them low in single combat and take their bastard skulls? Where was the blood that must flow in His Name?

Slowly, the Chronosian line forced its way forwards, acknowledging that there must be access points into the city, as had been outlined in initial topography before the phenomenon had come upon them. Gesturing to the Federal Commanders, relaying his message by the booming roar of a vox-caster, Cabot had brought that fact to their attention.

There would be another way in. Close. Find it.

Slowly, watching the glorious scent of war envelop them all, tasting the savage artistry upon the wind, he smiled. This was what he lived for. And it was what his enemies would die by. The glory of the Chronosian arts of war.

OOC: Now, if I can remember what tech basis I was using back during this historical document's period, then I can get back to winning.

So, hold your horses. I've got to go through my text documents on my HDD to find the relevant ones.

Oh, and you still need to get TFU back on as this was his gig (and he needs to post his General getting blown up).

OOC: Now, if I can remember what tech basis I was using back during this historical document's period, then I can get back to winning.

So, hold your horses. I've got to go through my text documents on my HDD to find the relevant ones.

Oh, and you still need to get TFU back on as this was his gig (and he needs to post his General getting blown up).

OOC: Winning? Ahaha...Yup, surrounded by ships, isolated, entirely cut off and furthermore evicted. Yup. I can see you winning this round, mmhmm...Thats almost a dead certainty, just like chances of the Middle East setting aside its differences and having a hug party :)

We're going to make sure you suffer, grievously :D

OOC: Meh, the fight was only just getting started. I've got the dug-in positions, I know the lay of the land, I've got the facilities to make ammo, I've got the facilities to produce food, I've got the full capacity to out-last you on my planet.

OOC: Meh, the fight was only just getting started. I've got the dug-in positions, I know the lay of the land, I've got the facilities to make ammo, I've got the facilities to produce food, I've got the full capacity to out-last you on my planet.

OOC: An ultimately futile act of defiance given the resources of the Imperium and the fact that should we tire of your measly resistance, we could simply lay low the entire world since this territory now belongs to TFU, and you have no claim to it nor means to reinforce it without invoking the ire of the Cluster.

We will outlast you in this war, regardless of how many resources it takes to pacify your heretical and ultimately futile rebellion.

OOC: First off, its a defense, not a rebellion.
Secondly, its still my world.
Third, you aren't the only one prepared to hit a big red button marked 'ka-boom' as a last resort.
Fourth, even without the storm and Gamma Night, the advantages still pile in my favor.

OOC: Pfft; what do you gain from sacrificing the world? Nothing. I lose nothing by consigning it to its fate. You may think you have the odds in your favor, but honestly, you're going up against the best. You can sigh and moan and bitch all you want, but in the end your defence notches up to nothing but a footnote in Chronosian history of a victory over an ultimately inferior and cowardly race who finally left the Cluster through sheer superiority and force of arms.

So bring it on, lets resolve this war, and see who's the better man. The mighty Imperium, or the pretentious and arrogant nation with under 2 billion people and a "thriving" economy :) Eh? Lets let skill and what actually available to us (Both me AND TFU) prove who'll be victorious, rather than words and mock insults.

(OOC: How many people did you have on this world anyway, SeaQuest?)

OOC: @Joranhor: It was a colony world of 5 million souls. The civilans have long since been evacuated and replaced with 3 million ground troops, including logistics personnel.
@Chronosia: Its called an active denial tactic. You may not want the planet, but its not our call to say if TFU does or doesn't. If he does, he'll have to contend with that. Also, you would be sacrificing these uber-elite Astartes of yours.

OOC: @Joranhor: It was a colony world of 5 million souls. The civilans have long since been evacuated and replaced with 3 million ground troops, including logistics personnel.
@Chronosia: Its called an active denial tactic. You may not want the planet, but its not our call to say if TFU does or doesn't. If he does, he'll have to contend with that. Also, you would be sacrificing these uber-elite Astartes of yours.

OOC: Easy enough to ferry them from the world before I sacrifice it for the greater good. TFU can do more with it as a rock than as a fussy, plot-devicey rock swarming with insects :)

Deny all you wish. In the end, the better men shall win, and the Cluster shall once again know peace. I can rest assured that should death claim my Chosen, the Cluster Police shall render the world ideally pacified. Now, with law on my side, please lets settle this through actual conflict, rather than your presumptuous words.

And the Astartes aren't that uber, they're just well prepared. Nothing like big thick ceramite and plasteel armor.