NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Hello, this thread is an intro for the Latros Sacrum, and also a chance to have a say in what your Nation thinks of it. If you wish to fight us or join us you can say here.

IC: The Word Bearer Legion is the most devout Legion of Chaos Space Marines in the entire universe, they praise the Chaos Gods as a pantheon, and their Daemon Primarch Lorgar has ruled for millenia. But now, another Galaxy has been found by the Legion, and in stead of picking out a Dark Apostle (the Holy Leaders of the Legion) to go and cleanse the Galaxy, Lorgar decided it was time that he led the Chaos forces into this newly discovered area. And at this moment in time, his fleet was just about to cross the border into this Unknown area.

Lorgar was sitting on his Throne inside the ship; The Unholy Litany, observing the Holo-screen in front of him when a small, elderly man entered the room.
"Inik" Lorgar smirked, seeing the mans empty eye sockets, and the Daemon was reminded of when he had plucked the humans eyes out when he had failed to control a Cult whom had caused havoc in the small hive of Hologom, and had led a large amount of Imperial Guard forces to the Cult. Inik had to hide in the sewers for months.
"We are just about to cross the border to the Unknown region, blessed Primarch." Inik stuttered, keeping his head bowed.
"Good, make sure the ship is ready for anything Hostile." Lorgar whispered, and the man quickly hurried off. The Daemon Prince looked around the bridge, there were Servitors and Slaves working the machines, and there were small Cherub-like creatures holding braziers in their hands. Three of the creatures were crawling around Lorgar's throne, but they kept away from the Primarch, as they always did.
Lorgar closed his eyes, and visions from the Gods filled his head. With all his power he sent a message through the Galaxy, as far as he could, and in it, he said; Greetings, infidels. I am the Daemon Prince Lorgar, and I have come to claim this place for the glories of chaos. Nothing can stop my Unholy Legion, we are blessed of the Gods, and we will not fail.
Lorgar opened his eyes, and shook his horned head.
"Inik!" He barked, and a door across the bridge opened with a hiss, and the old man scrambled back to his master.
"Yes most holy one?" He murmured.
"I want a full scan of the area, if there is a planet nearby, I want it. We must create a base of operations, so a planet in this remote area would be perfect."
"Yes, blessed one" Inik whispered, and hurried out of the room. How he could see was unknown even to Lorgar, but the Primarch didn't really care. Soon he would sacrifice an entire Galaxy to the Gods, and they would be pleased indeed.

Message from the President of Allanea

Greetings, 'Prince Lorgar'.

As the Fieldmarshal of the Republic, President of the United States, Count De Centreville, formerly Emperor of Greater Prussia, Sword of the Queen, and Freeman of Allanea, I deny you a rightful claim upon this galaxy. On the other hand, Prince, I do require a manservant. Please report at my palace in Liberty-City for your vacancy. I promise you I pay well and provide quality health insurance.

Yours,
Alexander Kazansky.

A servitor rolled up to Lorgar, and handed him the data-slate, containing the message sent by a "Alexander Kazansky".
"This was sent to us, Blessed One. It contains content which may anger you." It said.
Lorgar nodded, and examined the slate. Then crushed it in his claws. "This doesn't anger me, this amuses me." He smiled, looking up at the servitor. "I have receive more angering messages than this in my time, and all of them have been from people far more intelligent than this cretin. Trace the message, and send the fleet toward the location." The servitor nodded, and rolled away.
Ahh, sapient life, it is interesting to recieve contact from such primitive lifeforms. Now, Kazansky, thanks to you your planet is the first to be destroyed by my Legion, I would offer you a chance to turn to Chaos, but I already know what your answer will be. Goodbye, I'll be seeing you very shortly.
Lorgar shuddered, opening his eyes. He looked around, and got up from his throne. Bearers of the Holy Word, the time for battle will be soon, first we pray, then we destroy a species. He walked off, and seeing the Cherub creatures swooping from their laces in the ceiling, and following the Prince. Even though they feared him, they still seemed mesmerised by him. Lorgar was 15 feet tall, and took up the entire corridor. Slaves dropped to their knees in worship to the Primarch as he went past. After a few minutes of walking through the seemingly endless tunnels, and arrived into the Chapel. Inside was every single Chaos marine on the ship, and they all stood rigidly still. Every one of them held a bolter ( a gun which fired explosive shells) and their Holy Ceramite Armour, making them seem even larger. Space Marines were geneticaly engineered superwarriors, each stood at 10 feet tall, and it was said one was worth at least 10 men. Lorgar took his position at the pulpit and started to lead the prayers to the Gods.

Earth, Liberty-City

“Fieldmarshal Kazansky, a Chaos Fleet is entering the system.”

“It is that puny Demon Prince, am am I right?”

“It appears that it is the fleet of Prince Lorgar indeed. Perhaps, Fieldmarshal, we should alert the Space Navy?”

“There is no need. My own private guard (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=540617) will suffice. Bring my apprentices to me. Prepare my droid army. The Allanean Armed forces need not stir for this. “

“Yes, Sir!”

Alexander Kazansky smiled to himself as he relaxed in his armchair, sipping on wine from a cup made out of a human skull.

Ah, my friend Galf, we will soon have more friends for you.

IC:

1200 hours, February 29th, 2554 (Military Calendar)\
Sol System, Planet Earth\ Parliament building, London, United Kingdom

The call of Lorgar did not go unnoticed by the galaxy, especially a single nation of humans who were stuck rebuilding. The United Nations Space Command, which had become thearm of the only government left, the United Nations, after the bombardment by the Covenant Loyalists in the aftermath of the Second Battle for Earth had wiped out the Colonial Administration Authority and the United Earth government, intercepted the message at one of its border sensor stations. It had rapidly gone up the chain of command until it was received by the UNSC and its remaining admirals. Due to the short notice of the message and knowing time was of the essence, the leader of the Security Council could only meet with the two still at Earth: Fleet Admiral Harper coordinating the massacred Earth Home Defense Fleet, EHDF, and Admiral Hood, the man now in control of the entire UNSC military.

The leader of the Security Council, and by default, the UN, was a determined British women named Mary Scheller. She was already seated at the table, gazing at reports and information on her PDA when the two men walked in and saluted. Her voice, tired, terse but strong, sounded out. “At ease; sit. We have a situation and we must consider how to solve it.” The two men nodded and sat down, taking off their hats and setting them down on the table. Glancing up at them from her PDA, she spoke again.

“So, tell me, what do you know of the current situation?” Fleet Admiral Harper was the first to answer, coughing into his fist.

“Well, ma'am, from what I was told by ONI, we have received a transmission that was a very hostile challenge directed at the galaxy.”

Hood nodded. “Indeed, and it appears to be from some nation identifying itself with 'Chaos'.”

Mar nodded. “That is right; as of 1130 hours, Sensor Station Archimedes intercepted this transmission, and upon understanding its contents, sent it on the channel with a Priority Alpha tag. As such, we took it very seriously and I personally thank the commander of that station for doing so. We have a potentially large threat that could be on our doorstep very soon. As such, I have come to advise you of the decision the United Nations came up with just now.”

Both Admirals look at each other, eyes wary. The UN had never been so decisive since during the Human-Covenant War. What had they decided? They eyed Mary as she took a breath, glancing at her PDA.

“I am going to be kind and narrow down the long document that the UN likes to make into simple terms. We have decided the rebuilding effort is taking too long, and with threats like this appearing, and the readings of weapons fire being exchanged in systems that are too close for comfort, we just can't risk doing it on our own. That and the reports from Saracis, and Parthaz III about the rebels flaring up isn't helping. We need to do something about this and fast, or we will be facing the same situation as we did before the War.....and we won't have any Spartans or military to make them fall back in line again.” A tense silence fell as the memories of the Spartans, both fallen and missing, filled their minds.

After what felt like an eternity, Hood cleared his throat and broke the uncomfortable silence. “What is the other directive we are to be given?”

Mary sighed and laid her PDA on the table. “We cannot risk this threat, especially if the readings we are getting from the Archimedes is true, so we are asking the navy, note the word ask, to send a cruiser to fight this threat.” She held up a hand to halt the protest coming from Harper's mouth. “I know it is extreme and that we need it, but think about it. If we weaken our resources and stop this threat from fully developing, we at least buy time to get our message out and get help. If we don't do anything, we may be invaded and then we'll face the nightmare we all are having right now.”

Her eyes locked onto Harper and Hood. “We won't force you; after all, we owe you our asses for doing what you did and sacrificing what you could. I only ask, as your Councilor, your leader, and your friend, that you consider this carefully and make the right decision. I do not want regrets gentleman; only resolve.”

Hood and Harper looked at each other for one long minute and then Harper sighed. Hood nodded slightly and looked at Mary. “You will have your cruiser.”

The smile on Mary's face was worth a thousand cruisers.

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1750 hours, February 29th, 2554 (Military Calendar)\
Aboard UNSC cruiser Defiant, Sol System/ Allanea

A large rip appeared in spacetime, as the Shaw-Fukijawa drive did its usual raping of physics and the laws of the universe, spitting out a large cruiser. This was the UNSC Defiant, a Marathon-class cruiser, the strongest mass-produced ship in the UNSC Navy. Captained by a Captain Anthony Hawkins, this was one of the few cruisers left in the fleet and it was a mighty ship indeed. Able to strike fear in the lesser Covenant ships and able to take massive amounts of damage and can give it back in greater amounts. With its Heavy MAC cannon, similar in power to the Super MAC cannon, only ship-sized, multiple Archer missile pods, Shiva nuclear warheads and its three squadrons of Longsword fighters, it can deal damage to enemy fleets in a hurry. In combination with its point defense system of 40+50mm guns which can lay fields of overlapping fire, it is a perfect answer for the call for “heavy, mobile firepower.”

With the division upon division of battle-hardened, veteran UNSC Marines and ODST's, with their rows of Scorpion tanks, Warthogs and their different variants, Mongooses, Hornets, along with plenty of weapons, ammunition and equipment, it is a one ship invasion force. A perfect response for the needs of a galactic military. So, when the flickers of Slipspace went away and the sensors began to scan the space in the system, it was shown that the UNSC was not playing around this time.

Captain Hawkins sat in his command chair, eyes glued to the “hell screen”, the nickname his crew had for the tactical holoboard he had which displayed the information as it flowed in. Planets popped into being and data scrolled down the screen. On a holopad beside him, a young girl with flowing hair and symbols flowing down her bright blue body stood, gazing at the figures, eyes vacant. Hawkins coughed and she turned to him. “So, Angelica, what do we have here?”

The A.I. Sighed. “Well, so far I have not a lot of data yet, as the scans just began, Captain.” Her face turned stern as he tried to hide his disappointed look. “Don't give me that, sir. You know we are using an experimental new sensor suite, and in combination with the little time I've had to analyze the data, you should know we don't have much. Don't worry; if I detect any enemy ships, I will let you know.”

Hawkins grunted. “Have Alpha Squadron deploy and form a protection perimeter around the ship, pattern alpha beta.” She waved a hand and the orders were sent. Although they were dethawing the crew from the cryo chambers, they were making good time and Alpha Squadron would make it into space within ten minutes. Angelica returned to her study of the data and Hawkins kept his eyes peeled on the screen, while he absently sent orders for the Marines and ODST's to get battle-ready and to prepare all equipment, weapons, vehicles, and ammo. If battle came, he wanted to be ready.

OOC: Tag for lol.

Seriously, Latros Sacrum. The other Chaos nations are gonna get ticked if you trumpet Chaosness and then get glassed.

OOC: Tag for lol.

Seriously, Latros Sacrum. The other Chaos nations are gonna get ticked if you trumpet Chaosness and then get glassed.

OOC that if they like someone playing in their sandbox

OOC: As I said at the beginning, if they want to have a say, then they can, but if they don't want to then they are going to have to take Chaos forces getting "glassed"

OOC: Oh well. I await an IC post.

A message wafted through the void, one rife with insults and blasphemy. This message happened to fall upon a most ancient and warlike civilization, one which had been in a state of near constant conflict and expansion for millenia. They were the Trailarii.

Imperator, Warlord, Son of Zeus. These were but a few names for the leader of Trailica. Personally, he preferred his given name, Hadriel.

Even now his unarmored hands trembled with rage, the stretchpad in his grasp twisting and sparking as he contorted it beyond it's design limits. Mad with fury, Hadriel turned to a prepared Cauldron, returning a visual and audio message to the sender.

You INSECT! You have the gall to both blasphemize the Gods and at the same time challenge their very CHILDREN? You will BURN! Your worlds will BURN! My numberless phalanxes will descend upon everything you hold dear! I promise you torment unending godless cur! From the far reaches of my empire a mighty host gathers! We shall annihilated you as we have annihilated every other heretic we have encountered. Your end draws near, swine!

As the message ended, Hadriel slammed both both fists elbow deep in the Cauldron before the Throne of Worlds, splashing the mysterious goo that the Trailarii used as computer terminals up against the black iron sides. A wordless bellow of rage summoned a nameless Speaker-Holder (commander of a unit of communication officers). The creature, more machine than Trailarii, entered the Court and bowed low before Hadriel's hallowed throne.

"Speak, and it is done, Holy Majesty." Rasped and clicked the cybernetic abomination.

In a forced calm voice The Imperator spoke, "Prepare my Colossus, assemble Star Anvil, my Bridgeburners and The Serpent Black. In a fortnight I will have this fool's armies routing in terror before my battle-standards."

The cowed cybernaut remained bowed as it backed away toward the great golden door that led to the throneroom, turned and had begun broadcasting orders from it's sealed helm even as it returned to it's station.

Hadriel turned to a nearby viewscreen which showed his beloved homeworld and capital planet, Primus Trailica, turning below him like a green and grey jewel. Elements of Legica I Trailca could be seen flitting here and there, performing whatever duties they need do. They would not take part in this campaign..No. That would leave this system without defenders.

A bit less enraged, Hadriel turned back to his throne, and addressed the silent power-armored figure which stood at it's right hand.

"Pletorus."

The figure's Corinthian helm cycled on it's axis to face it's lord and master.

"I expect you with me in this endeavor, aboard your Colossus. And your Legica. Peleponna System will be covered by Rapax. Do you comply?" His voice was hushed, as if addressing a barely-tamed cougar.

"Without question mighty Lord."

Hadriel smiled in the dimness. Twenty years since he had last been at the helm of his superdreadnought, the Atlas, leading a fleet to the heart of a culture and then tearing it asunder.

He could nearly taste it.

EDIT: OOC: Well, this is dead, and I need those four Legica elsewhere, so I'm out in case anyone ever necronizes this shit.