NationStates Jolt Archive

For the missionaries who attended to the benighted and cursed Glyph World dedicated to Tzeentch, the day began as any other. Offerings of sorcery and black devotion to their capricious god; sacrifice, servitude. These were the things that appeased their Master. From his mighty home in the hallowed Immaterium, he offered scraps of power and knowledge. Fragments of a greater whole, glimpses at the fabric of his great plan. A plan that would burn the universe to ashes in the glorious, incandescent fires of limitless Chaos. Yet something was different. This day, something was changed.

This day, Tzeentch spoke.

Severino Jeriacor De Drakan stood upon the balcony of the immense temple complex, its bulk composed of a solid black stone, flecked with crystals. He watched the horizon, the runes and sigils carved into the world crackling and seething with the raw stuff of the Warp. The Immaterium surged across the tortured skies in great waves, twisting the very notion of reality. Dimensions morphed and shifted under its power. The Primarch let a bemused smile flicker across his lips, turning back into his quarters within the temple. They were simple, not lavish, the only adornments being banners and devotional icons dedicated to his Lord and Master, Tzeentch. He let his eyes, spheres of gold and ruby that had so long ago replaced his mortal sight in the pursuit of absolute power, roam the tapestries and devotional texts. Watching softly, as the letters shifted and changed, a dazzling, diabolical message.

A whispering graced the back of his mind as he took in the sight of the transient holy text of his master. A crooning, mocking voice that seemed to hint at things to come, commanding him. His hand, gauntleted in blue, black and golden metal, closed around a desk, steadying himself, before all hell broke loose.

The Warp poured into Severino’s sanctum, a howling living thing. Purple flame and lightning danced across the surface of all he had collected, runes alighting, flames bursting along the icons of Tzeentch, yet they did not wither and die beneath such conflagration, instead they fed it. It roared above him, and with his sight he saw words and runes, dancing, maddening. He reached up, letting the energy consume him, embrace him. It surrounded him, knowledge and power surging through him. Something was coming, a conflict to end worlds, to unmake cultures. Even now it had begun. The Galaxy burning beneath the onslaught of alliances, Torn between factions and ideologies, twisting and turning. The voice boomed now, the will of the Lord of Change evident within his mind. Remiel was planning a move, something drastic and new. This was what would set the Imperium on its path to glory. Temptations of Daemonhood, sorcerous power and knowledge unlimited danced and whispered to Severino, The Power to rule, the power to shape and Change. All of these teased and tormented him, before the roaring torrent of Warp energy subsided. Tzeentch’s will had been made clear. He had been summoned…Chronosia Prime was their destination.

Upon the surface of Chronosia Prime, countless waited. The Space Marine legions stood at full attention, and behind them the finest warriors of the Imperial Guard. The Orders of the Inquisition had turned out in full, amongst their number such respected Inquisitors as Lords Ezekial and Actaeon. From the highest point in the Imperial Palace, Remiel stood, watching. The Mechanicus and their armies had arrived, Titans lined the horizon, machines of war flooded the surface like an innumerable steel tide. High above, thousands of battleships lined the heavens, ready to ferry forth the might of his armies to glorious and eternal War.

“BROTHERS!” His voice boomed, alive with power and charisma. He was the Emperor, their chosen Lord. The vessel by which the Powers communicated with them, the most glorious embodiment of unbridled Chaos. “We stand today on the threshold of the next step in our glorious Crusade to reunify humanity. We know the nature of the Enemy, and where it dwells. We know the nature of the beast, and how it must be slain!” The roar of the crowds gave heart to him.

“Against our own natures, we have survived! I asked that you give me time, time to prepare. I asked for your loyalty, and you have given it freely. The Gods are pleased with us! Now is our day! Now is our hour! We shall rise and cleanse the Zetan malady. We shall liberate humanity from its bonds, and make them Compliant! They shall exist within the bounds of the Imperium, as brothers in arms! And it is this brotherhood that shall sunder the fools who would oppose us! The Zetan Fayth, Eureka, will bring us all the information we need.

The liberation of Ishbal is at hand, brothers! A new age beckons!”

The crowd roared in thunderous applause, the support of his armies resonant before him. They would follow him into the bowels of hell, they would live and fight and die by his command. Remiel turned to Eureka, who stood at his side, letting her take in the glory and the might of the Imperium and all its armies.

“Now…Tell us what we need to know…Show us the way to your freedom, little one. And all the power and glory of Chaos shall be yours.”

Eureka looked on at sights she had never seen befor nore dreamed possible. Humanity in all of its glory in its pure form. Chaos was such a wonder to be seen indeed.

Eureka turned to Remiel who she respected,feared and in some ways loved as she saw him as the perfect human. " Ishbal althought not as heavly protected as other worlds still has a sizeable force stationed there. Ten outdated defensive platforms in orbit ment mostly to keep supplys from reaching the world and to keep people on the world. 360 ships are in the sector with 21 in Orbit of Ishbal at all times. Their commander is Bui leader of the Crimson Corp. He may lack exprince in Space Combat but his hate for humanity will make him a danger if his force isnt dealt with fast. 17 million ground forces on the world mostly in or near the Capital City of Ishbal with scattered patrols keeping the smaller towns and citys under their heel."

Eureka smiled for a moment ready to offer the best news " I have it on good word that the New Paris Sector will be unguarded leaving your fleets a open road right to Ishbal. It seems two of the Grand Admirals one whos home was destroyed during the Ishbal Purge has took it appone himself to leave the door open for you. I dont know his motives or what he is planning but whatever it is it seems to me he wishs for the Demons to fall aswell."

"Excellent. Then my forces shall take control of New Paris and whatever it has to offer, before commencing a full scale invasion of Ishbal. We shall attack the defenders at speed, static defences brought crashing down, fleet destroyed. We shall then commence the main ground invasion, pushing to obliterate the Demon threat and liberate humankind. You shall stand as the herald of a new age, the dawn of Chaos.

I shall appoint various members of your kind to facilitate the conversion of the human populace. They shall be trained, armed and bolster our Imperial Guard actions. The mainstay of the fighting shall belong to the Guard, but the Space Marines shall stand ready to fight and die in the grandest of battles.

Our armies shall scour Neo Zeta of its taint, and ensure that a new age of purity dawns. Humanity shall rule, absolute and unchallenged." Remiel chuckled softly, wry amusement dripping from every word, from every action. He was flawless, soulless, heartless. He knew nothing of pity or remourse, he did not fall prey to fear or morality. He simply was.

"The Gods shall drink deeply of this war, they shall taste it with every fibre of their being, and you and your kind shall be found worthy. They shall bless you, so that with the blessing you might become one with us. A part of the Imperium, cherished by the Gods, under my absolute reign as the instrument of their will. For only I have touched the Gods, known them in living death, returned triumphant, imbued by their plans." He gestures, his armies before him, his accomplishments plain to see. "I shall lead my brothers, and each of my sons against any foe who threatens the absolute glory of Chaos...And we shall be triumphant."

Eureka smiled " I only asked that Bui not be grannted a fast death for he has refused that to many humans. Make him feel the pain he has brought apone my kind 100 fold."


Meanwhile in the Omega System

Shishio sat apone his throne waiting for it to start. For months and years he had waited but soon the waiting would end. He would meet with Remiel himself when he came to purge Neo Zeta of the none human filth. He would offer him his life in exchange for letting Shishio ensureing Chao's reign over Neo Zeta will grow stronger year after year, Century after Century. He carred not for wealth or power really. The day he saw his entire clan slaughted by demons and the females of his clan suffered even worse...they were forced to bare the young of the horried demons. He only wished to untie humanity under Chaos and destroy every last demon no matter where they be.

Meanwhile Ishbal

" Mother i'm hungry" A small child said to his mother who herself had not had a bite to eat in days.

" I know the demons will feed us soon they are just running a little more late then normal" She said trying to reassure the child. The truth was they wernt running late. They had more then enough food and supplys for the humans they just enjoyed watching them suffer and beg. Demons took great pleasure in eatting feast in front of starveing humans who themselfs only got moldy bread and rotten meat not fit for a dog and thats when they were fed. The water looked like somthing from a sewer while the demons drank fine water and wine fit for a king. Yes life of Ishbal for humans was horrible yet they lived on. Many other races would have died off by now but humans even under the heel of demons proved themselfs better. Little did they know their time was comeing soon it would be the demons begging not for food but for their very lives.

"All his kind shall suffer a thousand fold what they have done to the true sons of Humanity. They shall know only endless torment beneath the sight of the Gods. Know this, when this is at an end, you and your people shall have a place in the Universe. You shall know only me as your highest authority, you shall know the creeds and codes of the Imperium. And you shall rejoice at the coming of the Great Crusade. For soon, soon all shall be as you. Liberated, free. Illuminated."

He reached out, stroking her cheek softly. "For I have given you the sight of Tzeentch, and your eyes have been changed. I have taken you to the pinnacle of Empires, and set you upon the axis of Imperium. And I ask you, be my eyes and my voice and my hand, and set my brothers to war; for the words of their Emperor are but a prelude, and the words of their guide, are the instruction."

He chuckled softly, his breath a cloying perfume upon the air as he gazed out over all he had built and achieved, the glories of his Father, multiplied and expanded upon. "My men shall ready themselves, intone their rites of war and litanies of dierest hate. We shall feast now, and then, we shall lead them forth. To free and purify the stars"

Eureka smiled looking into Remiels eyes " I will do as you ask of me but what should be done of Shishio? He right now is in command of Neo Zetas most powerful weapon and heavly defended system I feel it would be best we learn of his intentions as soon as possible. But i am sure he will be more then happy to serve the True Gods"

OOC: Bump

From across a hundred different warrior worlds they had come.

Once they had been ragged clansmen, each with dreams of glory, each ready and hungry for the next battle. They had slated their lusts upon their women, they had bleed alongside each other in the fields of combat, taken heads as trophies of their victories against other brutal clans, or the civilised men who hunted them like dogs. They had not bowed or submitted to disease, they had fought with boils and blisters, sores running with puss, foreheads stained with fever sweat as they chanted their cries of war. They had never surrendered, instead striving, always bent towards survival.

They fought as warrior poets, as barbarians of legend. They fought for glory, they fought for wealth and they fought for the Gods. Until the day when the skies rained fire.

The warriors of the Stars had come and offered them strength, offered them the power to take their war to the skies for the great Gods. They offered dominion over worlds, and they took it; some to be trained as men of the Guard, to become a model of Imperial might. And the others, well, they went into legend. Changed beyond reckoning, they had become the Space Marines who even today led their wars across the burning abyss. They had become Warrior-Gods that neither poet nor scribe could truly capture in spirit. The remembrancers termed them “Those savage angels that sweep across the galaxy on wings of steel, those men whom the Gods bless and lesser races fear.”

The Iterators would say that they were the Instruments of His Will, and by extension the will of the Gods, that they served the Black Throne as glorious weapons of war. They venerated them with hallowed words and offerings of praise. All would agree that few races did not fear the might of the Imperium, few races did not fear her vast armies, few did not fear her immense fleets. Yet fewer still were those who feared the cunning blows of the Space Marines. The black Adeptus Astartes who rode to glorious War.

Thus it might be wondered how the Zetans were feeling as the first tendrils of the invasion fleet began to appear on the edges of the Ishbal system.

200 ships lurched out of the Warp and into real space, each marred as though by centuries of war and conflict, twisted as though the metal itself were rotting, fading away into nothingness under years of dust, mould and decay. Upon the lead vessel, a figure stood, watching as his fleet gathered around him, gesturing gently at a holographic map which marked out the world of Ishbal. A smile crossed ancient, plague-ridden lips as an order slipped in a whisper from between them.

”All vessels prepare for primary engagement, I want long range missles flying the moment I give the word.” He turned, gesturing again, a servitor acknowledging silently, opening all vox channels, the Enemy would hear their words.

“Demon filth of the Zetan Empire. I am Lucian, hand of the Emperor. By the will of the Gods of Chaos, you have been found guilty of transgressions against hallowed humanity, and by their glorious sight you are hereby declared as heretical xeno filth. Your punishment shall be lamentation beyond your comprehension, and you shall die. My men shall see to that. Leave this place now, let free your captives and I might spare you from the slaughter…Linger in my sight, and Nurgle’s blessings shall fall upon you.” He disconnected, leaving them to their fear and confusion.

“Now” He barked.

The weapons began to sound off, torpedoes and missile fire surging across the void to their targets, the static defences in the orbit of Ishbal, and the fleets that waited there. They had drawn the first blood; now they would watch their enemy flounder.

Bui's Command Ship

" My lord!" I low ranking officer cried running into Bui's room. The massive figure of the giant demon Bui turned his armor cuasing his footsteps to shake the floor. " Why have you bothered me?" His deep voice boomed.

The officer bowed handing him a padd " We have come under attack by weakling humans of Chronosia near Ishbal. Their first volly will be reaching the ships and defenses in orbit about now."

Bui crushed the padd in his hand " Those filthy rats think their weak human gods will save them this time. This is the last thing i need to rally the demons in a full take over. No more will we share power with the offshoot human race the fayth. We will kill them all now but first i will crush this petty invasion. Order the fleet not to make a move wait untell they arrive at Ishbal befor we move to engage."

" And the 21 ships in orbit of Ishbal now?" The officer said. Bui laughed "Order them to hold their postion and to return fire. If they are unable to fire then ram the nearest enemy. And if they cant move then tell them to fight to the last man and then destroy their ship. Their lives mean nothing to me."

Ishbal Orbit

"Incomeing!" A officer on the bridge of the Aura class battleship said. The ship opened fire along with the 20 Albion class destroyers to attempt and shoot down incomeing weapons fire. The defense platforms had no such luck targeting fast moveing targets like a missle or torpeado. Explosions ripped threw their hulls as the platforms were ripped asunder. Then the volly met with the fleet in orbit. Five Albions were destroyed and four others took medium to heavy damage. The Aura Class put forthy a mighty spray of fire only take a few hits. Her shield lit up glowing blue as a few missles impacted makeing it threw the volly of fire put out by the battleship. The Albions tho lacking the brute firepower of the Aura had speed on their side and were designed to deal with vollys and small targets.

" Where is the reinforcement fleet?" Said the captian of the Aura Class. He then was handed the message sent out by Bui to hold their postion no matter what. " It would figure he would make such a heartless command" The Captian said has he gave orders for the ships in orbit to hold their postion.

"Again"

Lucian snarled his cruel orders. "Give me a status report"
"Systems at full, Lord Primarch. The Enemy has made no attempts to return fire."
"Then fire again, damn you!" Lucian commanded nothing but utter loyalty from his crew, these servants upon the Pestilant Pleasure. Most ship systems had long been taken over by a Daemon bound to his will, its body infiltrating every inch of the magnificent structure, now its voice boomed about him.
"Fleet weapons ready, Lord Lucian."
"FIRE!"

The missles sundered the void with their presence once more, arcs of dazzling light arcing across the void towards the Enemy fleet. They would cripple them, and then move on to a full Ground Invasion. Doubtless the enemy would bring up reinforcements to try and overthrow the Imperial forces; but they would not succeed. Lucian had plans in store for their subhuman enemies, those fiends who would be laid low by all the might of the Imperium.

And upon him, the divine Emperor would lavish praise and glory, and Nurgle would bless him for his sacrifices.

"We need to divide them, keep them scattered, confuse, focus fire on the ship which appears to be in command. Move the Raiders into position, I want a fast assault, flanking their position. Send ten."

Main Fleet of the Crimson Corp

"My Lord the ships in Orbit need our aid!" The officer said Bui looked over at him displeased with his outburst " We are well out of their range here. If we go to Ishbal we are in their range. I will not go chargeing in head first i will let them clear Ishbal Orbit and move into postion then i make my move. Any word from Shishio or Albedos fleets? If we had one of their Dread Lord Torpeado Carriers we could deal major damage to the enemy befor they even get in orbit."

" My lord it seems Shishio and Albedos fleets are holding postion in the Omega System i have a feeling the might defect." The officer said sadly

Bui laughed " No matter i would have killed them both anyway when the human purgeing went into full swing."

Ishbal Orbit

Four more Albions were destroyed and the Aura Class battleships shileds were taken down to 76%

" Damn it we dont have anylong ranage weapons. We wont need them they said, we are only guarding a prision world they said. Damn it all we can do is sit here and wait to die at this rate. Bui you bastard do you leave us here to die cuase we are human aswell? We served the Imperial Axis with out question even if it ment killing our own kind and this is how he repays us." The Capitan of the Aura class said.

The Emperors light shall cleanse you of your pain, of your weakness. Brothers, there is nothing to fear. Bow before the Might of the Imperium, offer up your souls to he who is Exalted, and you shall be brothers. Rise up, shackled Humanity, thy day is now. Thy hour is now.

The single transmission repeated, over and over and over again as the swift Infidel class Raiders began their attack runs, and the mighty weapons of the fleet sounded off once more. Lucian was toying with them, testing them to see if human strength, honor and purity persisted, even amongst these degenerates.

"Fire at will men. These are the bastard sons of the enemy that we must face, slaves who have forsaken the holy vows of Man, who have spat upon the oaths that they owe to the Emperor.

Make them pay, by the Gods, make them pay"

" To hell with this have the Eleven Albion Cruisers enter the Atmospher and land in the southern ocean. Tell them then to head at full speed up the Oman river to the capital city and ready themselfs to use their weapons to shoot down any landing ships and use their guns as artillery for ground forces." The Captian of the Aura Class said

" What of us?" His first officer. The Captian smiled " Full power to shields we will cover their decent. We are no match for them if the main fleet wishs to stay out of this fight i will be damned if we are put to the slaughter for Buis enjoyment but i will not betray the Empire i will prove to them once and for all that i am loyal. If the Chronosian Invasion of the world cant be stopped order the humans on the ships to flee and surrender to their forces. They will have a chance since they are human. As for the demons advice them to flee into the hills and try to take command of some Imperial Guard shuttles." The Captians orders were passed to the other ships as they started their decent.

The Aura Class moved into postion to cover them and face the brunt of the oncomeing force. Its name could now be seen in the light of the systems star. It read Terra a ironic name for such a battle.

"The enemy flees to the world below, Lord Lucian. What are your orders, most pestilant Master?" A Techpriest bowed his plague-scarred head in reverence to the behemoth of black might before him, watching as his Lord smiled. A smile of broken, twisted teeth, laughter building in his throat, echoing forth.

"They leave behind a prize...Focus all fire upon the vessel. Immobilise it, and then summon forth the Legion. I want the ship captured, all within brought low before the might of Nurgle. Ready the plague guns!"

"Aye Lord!"

"Fire!"

The lance batteries sent another volley towards the enemy vessel, while missiles surged forth in an immense arc of fire, gleamign with the sickly energies and payloads contained within. Lucian had grand plans for those within, for those on the world below. By his will, Mankind would be freed, Remiel's glorious vision of Mankind Ascendant would continue to grow.

"Ready the drop-ships and drop-pods for imminent departure. Some shall claim the vessel, others shall head planetside. We shall lay them low, each and every one of them."

" Captian!" The first officer yelled " I see it full power the forword shi" He was cut off as explosions rocked the ship throwing the sensor officer from her chair knocking her unconses. The bulkhead behind the captian fell as fires brock out all of the ship. The Aura class was powerful but what ship could withstand the fire power from a full fleet.

" Damage report!" The captian yelled to his first officer " Shields down on decks 34-56. Hullbreech on decks 32 and 33. casualty reports comeing in from all of the ship. Main weapon systems offline as well as hyperdrive."

" Get my weapons and shields back online asap and ready for any attempt to board us. If they wanted us destroyed we would be right now."

As the ships that fled to the planet landed they were quickly escorted to their assigned areas to provide much needed anti ship fire and strong points in the defense of the Capital city. Millions of troops and equipment were in the city which itself was large then five old terra new york citys. The demons were ready to spill the blood not only of invadeing humans but humans already liveing in the city during the chaos of battle.

"Precision strikes. Something artful" Lucian smirks softly, hands playing over the holographic representation of the vessel. "We strike here, at their engineering, a concentrated blast to rob them of power, with a second blast here, to weaken the bridge. Then drop-pods to the lower levels. We'll begin the planetary invasion now. I want primary base-camps established to the south of the city, with preliminary bombardments along the perimeter of the city...Shake them up a little, focus exact fire on those ships....They'll be waiting. Move to attack range!"

Lance fire hurtled across the nvoid, precise strikes to the will and want of Lucian. Missiles once again stained the void, like needles of dire infection slamming across the cosmos. And then, slowly, it began. Drop-pods hurtled towards the lower decks, thrusters stabilising their course before cruel barbs of metal slammed into the hull. Energy cracklesd over them, seething and biting into the chip, cutting their way through with a skill and an art born of thousands of years of combat. Hulking armored figures, Terminators, pushed forth as their weapons began to fire. Storm-bolters roared as they began their assault, flamers belched forth gouts of burning promethium.

Amidst the carnage, other marines forced forward in normal Power Armor, dripping with corruption, seething with vile and hated disease. They were the Plague Marines, the gnarled hand of Lucian, and they would fear nothing. Not even this most insidious of enemies.

OOC: Will try and get a post up tommrow. Note i will not be able to post offten during the next month do to guild raids in WoW.