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The planets landscape was harsh, the plain was a vast expanse of grey stone, the odd silverey boulder jutting abruptly upwards here and there. Along Crevace stretched through the middle of the plain, stretching from left to right.

The Lumpian shock-troops landed in their drop-pods. They knew that others would come to wrestle the planet from their grasp.

lt Busk began deploying his troops:a tight curve of infantry companies surrounding the rest of the army, white fox grav tanks with their neuro-accelerators at the front of the force, sky-rat jet-bikes in a lance formation, pulse guns gleaming, elite assault troops loading their lance guns and deploying their 2 hyper cannons. Busk stood with the assault team, cyber-saber glowing and razor pistol loaded.

A far kathayan dropship landed to the left of the lumpian troops, avoiding the crevace, a solid block of infantry taking position at the front of the group, Iron legionaries, mega armour gleaming, demon guns ready and catanas gleaming, were positioned nearest to the crevace, dragon-tanks with napalm guns at the back of the army and terrain jeeps ready to pass through any gap that appeared in the far kathayan infantry.

"Ah, so the far kathayans have come to fight for this planet, well if its a fight they want, its a fight we're gonna give 'em" Busk said to his second in command, Lut "MARCH, INFANTRY, GIVE 'EM HELL BOYS!" The infantry obeyed marching resolutely towards the far kathayans, they reached the enemy infantry and began to cut them down, shots were fired, michettes were swung, gun butts collided with craniums, but in the end the tall lumpians triumphed.

The far kathayan commander, wao-li watched silently from his position hidden in the tank regiment "no matter, they are all expendable" he said. The terrain jeeps shot forward, right through the battered lumpian infantry, running down the remainders and going on to engage the sky-rats, firing plasma shots as they went, sending jet bikes to the ground.

Even as their commrades were shot down around them, the sky-rat jet bikes zoomed forward still as their pulse guns had inferior range to the enemy guns, finally they came into range and the air rippled as pulse guns fired, destroying jeeps as they drove forward.

"charge the legionaries" wao-li spat into his communicator. The iron legioaries charged into the active combat between the jeeps and jet bikes, the bikers werent scared of anything on foot, until the legionaries went into a frenzy; blasting demon gun shots and swinging catanas, they lept aboard low flying jet bikes, slashing, stabbing punching the bikers; jet bike after jet bike tumbled to floor by the legionaries hands. Meanwhile the jeeps drove on past, folllowed by the dragon tanks, towards the now exposed enemy assault troops...

Busk was appaled at the slaughter going on in the sky-rat squadron, he noticed the jeeps hurtling towards his squad, and the dragon tanks behind them, the far kathayans clearly hadnt suspected that the white fox grav tanks would be fast enough to intercept them, neuro accelators made short work of the terrain jeeps before engaging the dragon tanks, some of the white foxes were subjected to the enemy napalm guns, their armour melting, but others fought harder still, using their neuro-accelerators to deadly effect, when the assault troops hyper cannons fired on the dragons, trailing green beams destroying more of the far kathayan tanks.

Wao-li saw that his dragons were fighting a lost battle, so he leapt from his wrecked tank and ran towards the lumpian assault troops and their commander, calling for the legionaries to follow him now that they were done with the jet bikes, the tanks didnt fire on him, thinking him to be a lone tank pilot, who would be mopped up by the assault troops, the legionaries followed, to fast for the white foxes, and they and wao-li began to fire on the assault troops, wao-li possesing a dragonette special issue pistol an a power catana.

Busk and his assault troops fired back and advanced, troops fell on both sides Lut fell to a dragonette pistol shot through his head "NO!" cried Busk as he met with the far kathayans. His assault troops fired their lance guns through the legionaries and swung their gun barrels into chests and heads alike.

There were very few iron legionaries left but there were also very few assault troops, the legionaries came into another frenzy, utterly destroying the assault troops.

The assault troops were dead, but Busk was not. He swung his buzzing cyber-saber through a frenzied legionary and ducked a leaping one, before binging his saber onto its head, eventually he had eviscarated, decapitated or shot the remaining legionaries, all that was left was the elusive far kathayan commander, Busk fired...

Click, click, the lumpians razor pistol was out of ammo, Wao-li laughed, a sharp, cruel laugh and through his own pistol to the floor, he wouldnt need it. He brandished his power catana and swung it at his enemy.

Busk dodged and swung his cyber saber, the two swords clashed repeatedly, over and over again.

It was time to end this amateurs little game, thought Wao-li, as he swung what would have been a fatal blow, but the lumpians armour was strong, so he was left gasping on the floor instead, Wao-li raised his sword above the lumpian, now he would finish him, the blade sang through the air.

in a split second, Busk smiled as a tank shot hit home on the enemy commanders back, Wao-li flew over Busk and landed in a crumpled heap, the White fox grav tank stopped its engines and the driver hopped out: "thanks," gasped Busk, "my pleasure sir." replied the pilot.

the lumpians were victorious, for now, Busk called in supplies and reinforcements, the planet, and its defence force, were as vulnerable as ever...

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The vacuum of space shivered as the trio of warp ships dragged themselves from hyperspace. The leading ship, Hell's flame, a massive, hulking oblivion class cruiser, jetted level with Lupton V. Hatches opened on the side of the battleship and swarms of pods rained onto the stone fields of the planet.

The Custardians watched the Sharfghottenese drop pods. Busk had deployed his troops in the same way as against the far kathayans but replacing the sky-rats with weeling hunter jets, armed with hunter missiles and plasma rifles they would prove formiddable opponents for the Sharfghottenese.

Out of the drop pod's veiw slits, the sharfghotten troops could see squads of hunter jets, screaming plasma and rockets. As one, the flaps of the pods were jettisoned, revealing dual turret plasma miniguns. Hunter jets were obliterated, the plasma bolts peeling back armour and shattering life support systems. Pilots died in their cockpits. On board the hell's flame, Admiral Daschk smiled as he watched through cameras implanted into drop pod turret guns. If the hunter jets were anything to go by, this planet would be under control of sharfghotten within hours.

Busk watched the destruction of his hunter jets. The plasma turrets werent so tough, they may have obliterated the jets but his famous white foxes would be able to use their neuro-accelarators to deadly effect. They hovered ominously towards the turrets, resisting or avoiding most of the hostile fire. Neuro-accelerators let rip their particlised rays, eliminating the turrets with relative ease.

The white foxes neuro-accelerators were taking a heavy toll on the plasma turrets, but Kommisar Heinrich knew they wouldn't be needed soon. Admiral Daschk had put him in charge of the ground forces, and Heinrich was determined not to let him down.
The first pods dug into the stone skin of the planet, doors crashing open to reveal the shining white armour of the Sharfghotten infantry. Plasma rifles flaring, they swarmed through the wreckage of their drop pods and rushed towards the enemy forces.

the Custardian infantry turned toward their enemy counter-parts, before letting rip with their blasters. the Sharfghotten infantry collapsed under the hail of weaponry.

Even as the Custurdians cut down the stormtroopers with their blasters, more pods were impacting on the planet. More and more troopers cleared the killing ground, beginning to cut down the weaponry holding them in place. Heinrich strolled from the wreckage, his twin machine pistols catching the sunlight and his bionic claw flexing it's joints. He rallied the remainder of the troops, took one last llok back at the specks heading towards their position, and charged.

"Dropships deployed sir".
Daschk acknowledged the statement with a nod of his head. he turned to the starboard side and only then he realised he needed to hurry with this battle before the Lumpian space station orbited the Sharfghotten command. He turned back to the planet. He hoped Heinrich knew what he was doing...

"Bring forward the white foxes!" cried Busk. The grav-tanks hovered over the remains of the plasma turrets and sent enemy infantry flying into the sky with blasts from their heavy guns.

The machine pistols both clicked. Heinrich threw them at a white fox, then jumped on another. His bionic claw smashed through the fragile glass cockpit, the claws hooking to the driver's face. He was lifted, screaming, for the cockpit. Heinrich crushed the head like a watermelon, then threw the carcass at Busk's sillouette. Jumping at the controls, he brought the neuro accelerator around, and a blast from the mighty weapon shook the stone field, throwing the Custurdians to the floor. When they recovered, the Sharfghottenese were on them. Heinrich stuck a plastic charge to the dashboard, then sent it flying towards Busk and his command squad. "I won't need it" he said to himself, as the first of the dropships reaced them.

Busk and his assault squad saw the empty grav-tank hurtling towards them, they leapt from its path and it exploded on a boulder in a sparkling pink and orange explosion, but damaging nothing, the assault troops and their commander charged towards the shadowy figure of the Sharfghotten commander.

The first of the Mamba tanks made contact with the stone of the planet. Their body sections undulated against the stone, like a metal caterpiller. One of them reared up, and brought itself back down onto the planet, crushing all underneath it. The infantry following in it's wake took up positions in the rock clusters, deploying Gryphon missile launchers and a ETD electricity cannon. With a flick of a switch, the electromagnet rotated, and sparks flew from the device. Heinrich knew it was just warming up...

In the vacuum of space, Daschk heard a klaxon blaring.
"Starboard side, Lumpian space station!" cried a pilot.
"Support?" barked Daschk.
"At least two smaller ships" replied the pilot.
"Alright, all three of us, pull around and prepare to engage!"

The wing of justice and The blade of Orion glided through space next to the TheLunar II space station "Hostile ships ahead captain" the comms came
"Sharfghotten origin?" came the reply
"affirmative sir"
"fire all weapons"
The ships came about and threw bolts of Ion at the enemy ships, one simply exploded, another began to plumet towards the planet and the third disappeared into the explosion of the first.

"It appears that there is quite a battle waging upon Lupton V," Lord Ediken of the Black Reavers Chaos Space Marine Legion said, viewing the carnage from his view port.

"Indeed it does," Replied Goreth, the ship's psyker. "We could quite effectively destroy this enemy and take this world for ourselves."

"Is there any benefit to it though?" Ediken asked, turning to the Sorceror.

"Spreading the Crusade for the Dark Gods! I also feel a latent energy within this world...." He contemplated for a moment. "Perhaps there is a Demon Lord resting beneath the surface?"

"It is possible." Ediken said. "Millions of worlds have been inhabited by the Gods. We can take it and investigate the possibility."

"Indeed. Shall I order an assault?"

"Yes. Get our forces ready. Blood for the Blood God!"



OOC: I trust I may still join this? :)

Of course, it's open at any time. START

Even while his ship plummeted downwards, Admiral Daschk was not about to give up a fight. His pilots were dead, but he could still work the weapons systems. He swivelled his weapons and fired them forwards. The speed gauge fell dramatically. Meanwhile the smaller weapons concenr=trated their fire on the space station. The sheilds went down as the ammo ran out. Fortunately Daschk had timed it perfectly. The station glided into the wreckage of the two ships and the makeshift asteroid field tore the station apart. Daschk smiled., and set the self destruct. he sent it towards the Custurdian fleet, and ran to the escape pods.

The Mamba tanks continued their path of destruction. The assault troops, and Busk himself, drew nearer. the EDT cannon powered up and sent lightning bolts dancing around the battlefield. Men were burned in their boots.

OOC: Are you going to respond to my fleet entering the galaxy?


My fleet:


20x Despoiler Class Battleships
25x Imperator Class Star Destroyers
5x Titan Class Battlebarges
25x Apocalypse Class Battleships
15x Gothic Class Cruisers
50x Sword Class Gunships
2,500x Tie Fighters
1,500x Tie Interceptors
1,500x Tie Bombers

Black Reavers Space Marines:

50,000x Marines (infantry)
1,500,000x Blood pact Imperial Guardsmen
25x Baneblade Tanks
50x AT-ATs
1,000x Leman Russ Tanks
500x Basilisk Artillery
500x Rhino APCs

The comms links to The wing of justice and The blade of Orion crackled and fizzed out. "Wait! another fleet, over there" came a shout from the comms between the two ships
"bring the ships about" said the captain of the Blade of Orion
And the Custardian ships opened fire on the fleet of wanderjar.

The Chaos fleet was enormous. Daschk was still flying in his pod, and all he could see was Chaos fleets. he turned on the active camo as he waited for a plan to form.

On the planet, Heinrich's forces were mopping up the last of the Custurdians. Whilst Heinrich recovered and reloaded his pistols, and moved to the assault squad with his Mambas, the rest of the troops set up their Tarantulas, four-legged armour-plated orbital attack cannons. Even from here, they saw the disruption left in the warp by the Chaos fleet. The massive cannons heaved, and cyan beams split the sky, recoil shook the stone skin of Lupton V.

Click, click, the lumpians razor pistol was out of ammo, Wao-li laughed, a sharp, cruel laugh and through his own pistol to the floor, he wouldnt need it. He brandished his power catana and swung it at his enemy. Umm...its Katana, not Catana

Beams hit the ground all around Busk but nonetheless they fired on Hienrich, Busks razor pistol whirring as he fired shot after shot at the silhouette one hit home and the figure fell to the floor. Busk and the assault squad reached the figure and checked the pulse in the wrist, nothing there.

Meanwhile the two Custardian ships had called for reinforcements and a sizeable fleet had gathered to battle Wanderjar, glint class fighters whizzed around the enemy, engaging the huge range of Tie ships, fighters, bombers and interceptors cork-screwed towards the planet. And cruisers blasted enemy battle-barges.

A massive Mamba reared, the assault squad milling around it's lower sections. With one last groan, it came crashing to the ground, flattening the assault squad to the last man. In anticipation of the coming chaos attack, the second Mamba's foremost section slid back, revealing a massive pneumatic drill. It dived downwards, straight through Busk, and deep into the stone. The final foot troops dug themselves around a massive stone monolith, in a wide circle. In the center lay Heinrich's body. If the Chaos followers were correct, and a demon did lay in the stone heart of Lupton V, then Heinrich could be ressurected- but at what cost?

The Wanderjarian Chaos Lord merely laughed at the pathetic attempts to engage his fleet.

"Turn all fire upon them. Let none survive!" He bellowed. With that, thousands upon thousands of guns opened up, creating massive arrays of heavy-las-gun fire which tore through enemy fighters, and seared enemy ships armor. Nova Battaries began pounding the enemy, with mass beams of energy capable of ripping even the sturdiest ship apart.


Meanwhile, Admiral Seerdan, leader of the ISD (Imperial Star Destroyer) Flotilla, moved to position his forces along the enemy ship's flanks, all the while firing their mass guns at enemy forces.

Turning to Goreth, Ediken said, "When we get in range of the enemy Command Vessel, we need to pummel it with boarding torpedoes, and seize the craft. After this is done, and the enemies leader is dead, we shall move to engage the enemy on the ground. This fight should not last long."

"Aye, my Lord," Goreth replied, his cool voice cooing. "For the Glory of Chaos!"

With an evil grin, Ediken shouted "Death to the weakling race of man! Now then, give me a communication with the enemy commander."

"Aye, aye." Spoke his Communications officer. With that, upon the enemy Commander's viewscreen would appear the face of horror.

Eidiken had not been "Human", in centuries. His skin had decayed, leaving only leathery and horridly scarred tissue. His eyes glowed red, and beneath the imposing power armor of the eight foot...being, glowed errily with a florescent purple-red light.

"Good day," Snarled Eidiken to the enemy Commander. "Wish to consider surrender to your betters?"



As this occured, flight Leader Oregin of the Wanderjarian Chaos Airforce, guided his bomber wing in for a bombing run along an enemy vessels Bridge deck.

"Bombs away!" He called. "Kill the enemy Commanders, kill the enemy!" As they sped along, escorted by Tie Fighters which periodically broke formation to kill enemy units, proceeded to drop their ordinance and then sped off, looking for new targets to destroy.


Flight Officer Herak, however, leader of the Interceptors, attempted to keep enemy fighters away from Wanderjarian ships, as AAA Battaries supported their efforts.

"Gold Team, move to the left and take out the Wing moving in!" He shouted through the mike. "Red Squadron, move in with me, we'll keep the docking bays clear!"

The Wanderjarian Chaos Fleet would not be defeated.

(OOC: The insult is only IC, I'm not a dickhead in real life ;))

Daschk flared his engines. There was no way the Warlord fleet would arrive in time to save him from this manifest of evil. He simply had to get to the planet and assist his loyal infantry. He turned, and took a last glimpse at the fairly one sided battle. Perhaps there was an oppurtunity in this...

On the surface, The second legion of Sharfs were on their way from the northern pole of the planet. They included Groundhog SGM (surface-to-ground) missile jets, and Eagle interceptors to match the speed of the TIE interceptors.
On the ground, Beetle tanks flared their cannons, smaller APC's transported more infantry to the feild, and a Komodo titan towered above everyone. On it's hulking shoulders, gun decks and launch pads were alive with activity. It's Cerebus flame cannon would reap a massive toll on the weak-minded blood pact.


"How far to Lupton V?"
The pilots stopped staring in horror at the pict-footage of outside Vaught's pod, and resumed their screen duties.
"In hyperspace time, sir, an hour or two."
The shadowy admiral acknowledged the statement, then shrunk back to his quarters. Outside, the blur of hyperspace continued.

A gargantuan obsidian class battle cruiser dwarfed most of the enemy, it sailed through space, seemingly unnarmed,
"Open all weapon hatches" came the voice of the huge ship. Millions of Titamite super compound metal opened and cannons of all description appeared around the huge craft, they openend fire, all of them, on the enemy foces, battle-barges, cruisers, fighters, battle ships and star destroyers cork-screwed through space and the wanderjarian fleet seemed immediately smaller.
High Adimiral Buls, commander of the obsidian battle cruiser watched the destruction his guns were causing to the enemy "These wanderjarians are nothing, they will be swept away by Orion"

(OOC: I am also not a dick head, the insult aboves not real.)

The feeling of being pulled from hyperspace is never pleasant. The whole fleet jarred, all crew thrown forwards. But order was quickly reestablished, and the fleet moved towards Lupton V. Even from this distance, the Obsidian cruiser was enormous. The chaos battle barges and despoilers sent some of the more feeble staff quaking, but a quick whip from the punisher was enough to set them standing.
"Now is the time!" roared the admiral, and the flagship, Justified wrath, jettisoned part of it's body. From the apparent wreckage, boarding craft flew through the void, towards the battle that continued to rage.


Vaught entered Lupton V's atmosphere. Searing flames threatened to melt the tiny pod, excessive speeds tore at Vaught's face...
And then it was through, gliding safely through the sky, but it was not slow. With a crack, the pod smashed into the stone, leaving a crater big enough to lie in. Clearing the wreckage, he examined his surroundings. The whole place was grey. Grey rocks, grey sky, black blobs... black blobs? Vaught narrowed his eyes. They were getting closer. It was the second legion, on the way to reinforce the infantry left at the artifact. Vaught leant into the pod again. He picked up a magma gun and a jetpack. He set off for his troops.

(OOC) wanderjar i think that you're still alive

"Brace yourselves for boarding!" came the cry through the intercom on the obsidian class. The crew loaded weapons, there was a decently sized army on board the obsidian: 3 legions of infantry, each 20000 strong, 1000 beast crawler on-ship jeeps and 100 on-ship finch tanks.

Meanwhile the ships guns were blasting boarding pods as they hurtled through space.

"Brace yourselves for boarding!" came the cry through the intercom on the obsidian class. The crew loaded weapons, there was a decently sized army on board the obsidian: 3 legions of infantry, each 20000 strong, 1000 beast crawler on-ship jeeps and 100 on-ship finch tanks.

Meanwhile the ships guns were blasting boarding pods as they hurtled through space.

Lance Battaries and Nova Cannons still barked angerly as the enemy and the Chaos forces exchanged blows in space. Several ships shuddered horribly, and broke apart, their firey hulks floating into the black depths of space.

When the enemy launched the boarding missiles, The Chaos Lord smirked.

"Ready the defenses, but do allow the Marines to board the enemy themselves."

"I am on it, my Lord," Goreth cooed, as he brought forth a psychic wave, sending the thousands of heavily carapace armored Marines through the Warp and into the enemies Flag ship. These Marines, once they appeared upon the enemies decks, would proceed to slaughter anything and anyone which had the misfortune of being in their way. Death was the only thing which these Warp crazed mad-men knew, and the blood lust which inspired their horrific deeds.

Sharfghotten's stormtroopers moved stealthily through the bowels of the obsidian, their compressed plasma rifles silently dispatching crewmen unfortunate enough to pass by. Through the portholes, Sergeant Graft thought he saw humans hurtling through space. But these couldn't be humans, disfiguration was too prominent. He gasped. Did the warp have this effect on men? He shuddered. Concentrate on the mission. maybe they'll miss...


The surface of Lupton V was still. Men were too tense to do anythink but look at the sky, the younger recruits aiming their guns at rocks, terrified that a demon lurked behind each one. There was, however, a glimmer of hope. The second legion was about 5 hours away. Hopefully, they would arrive before the fury of the warp. Heinrich's body was not going to last.