Last Thread:https://desuarchive.org/tg/thread/98519467Theme Music:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rpvWX5EO0QU>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", leader of "Tom's Roughneck's">be on an Imperial ocean-going landing ship with the rest of my regiment>apparently, we are to take part in some sort of amphibious naval >be also mulling over this week's events while trying not to get seasick...>it has been three days since our impromptu assault on the ork shipyard on the island of Mosley>since then: >the orks have been driven from Mosley Island >the Orks have lain siege to the heretic held city of Hive Jakarva >ork activity on the Island of Suraban has skyrocketed, resulting in planetary command ordering it's capture>the heretics meanwhile have been driven from the Island of Singpo>Imperial Guard and Rogue Trader forces have landed on the Island of Samar, and are now struck trying break through heretic lines>now word has come down that we have fething Dark Eldar on the world>and to make EVERYTHING worse a typhoon called "Typhoon-PP-026-42-002" has just hit the region>hence WHY the ship is rocking back and forth like drunken slag>which brings me back to the present and my current predicament of being stuck on a ship IN THE MIDDLE OF A TYPHOON! >I hear retching beside me...>it's Lil' Tom>kid is barfing up his breakfast>guess those meds from the Medicae didn't help>I really want to take a swig from my Amasec flask right now>but damn well know doing so would result in me loosing my breakfast too>fml
>>98706422>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", leader of "Tom's Roughneck's">be holding a bucket for Tiny Tam...>she is looking a little green as well...>she has not barfed yet, but she looks like she is going to any second now>and Throne, she is NOT the only one>I reckon at least half of the regiment is feeling sick given how this storm is rocking the ship all over the place>then, Sgt. McPurr comes over...>she says that the officers are need for the mission briefing >great>I am about to get up when I hear Tam retch and the sound of splatter hitting the bucket>sigh>I ask McPurr to take over barf bucket duty>I make my way out of the troop bay of the ship>coming up to the upper decks I can hear the driving rain outside>it sounds like a grox pissing on flat rock out there>but I do find the mess hall>its been transformed into a makeshift strategium >they even set up a portable hololithic table >Lord Commissar Kate and the other officers of the Felinid Winter Guard are present>there are also some officers from another Regiment as well>Cadians by the looks of their uniforms >once we are all gathered, the Cadian Colonel starts the briefing>he explains that our landing on Suraban Island is called "Operation Bunkershot">Imperial Guard forces will be landing at three beaches >they are code named Halle, Crowne, and Caranda>the Felinid Winter Guard and Cadian 1212th will be landing on Caranda beach>and my "Roughnecks" are going to be first ones in!>my platoon however wont be hitting the beach it self>no, we are instead to scale a cliff on the west flank of Caranda beach and disable the ork's artillery >once that is done, the heavier landing ships will come in and drop off the heavy armor>this of course includes Commissar Kate's Stormsword>great... >once I tell my Platoon that we have to scale a cliff in the middle of a typhoon, they will probably riot!
>>98706769>be Tiny Tam>agent in training of the inquisition, felinid psyker, and survivor of several campaigns at this point>i've survived genestealers, mutliple flavors of uprising, necrons, being used as a conduit for chaos servitors, and most dangerously Candlemass at Nordica II >i am NOT going to die of sea sicknessURGGGGGGGGGKKKKKKKKK>i puke into a bucket >agent of the inquistion my ass, tam>felinids do not like water>i dont know if that is related to our feline genes or not but im starting to think its because our seasickness puts ogryn to shame>i feel ashamed when i think to Morgana if she could see me now>Maegor seems to be having fun in all this>he's laughing his head off about the pretty colors ork flesh makes when you cook it just right>the thought alone makes meURRRRKGHHHHH>Lil Tom is doing worse than i am, actively swearing that he will never leave land again if he survives this>how are we puking more than when we fought the nurgle forces on Smethwicks end?!?!?>i feel a hand on me as i expect to see McPurr>instead its the knight pilot >oh great>that guy>he starts some long story that he has been torturing the regiment with about the adventures he's been on and the glory of fighting in a knight suit while handing out medicine and candies to the waylaid troops>this ship was the only thing able to carry his and his armiger's warsuits in addtion to Lord Commissar Kate's Stormsword as we aim to land on the beach>Lt Tom comes back out as he has that look he gets on his face>the look that says "i have bad news but if i tell you lot at the wrong time you might try and shoot me">Dad looses alot at cards, usually to McPurr>i swallow one of the candies as i try to work the acrid taste of bile out of my mouth before my throat starts burning>as he carefully explains we're going to be taking to the cliff side the feeling of doom seems to grow more and more as the storm picks up>i go to swear as i vomit into my bucket again"Fet-BBBLARRGH"
>be Imperial Navy ace pilot Aquila-13>be the leader of the elite Aquila Squadron, aka the "Yellow Tails">be back at Aerodrome-03, looking over my replacement Thunderbolt inside of the main hangar >I can see that the ground crews have already mounted Hellstrike missiles under the hardpoints>they are for an upcoming mission, the briefing for which I left just under and hour ago >the mission being the destruction of the heretic oceanic fleet at Hive Samar>Imperial Navy intel says that they are preparing to set sail>to where we do not know, but we cannot allow these heretic vessels to continue to posse a threat>looking over a data slate, I memorize the list of high value targets and the profiles>the primary target is the "Scinfaxi">it is a massive submarine capable of launching both fighters and long-range missiles>the secondary targets are the Carrier "Geofon" and the oceanic battleship "Tanager">the tertiary targets being the oceanic cruisers >they have names like "Raven", "Beluga", "Fenris", "Kolga", "Lazuli", "Herne", "Taisch", and "Thiassi" >all most all of them where once proud vessels of the PDF naval forces >but that's changed, they are crewed by heretics now and must be sent to the bottom of this word's seas>as for, we wait for the "eye" of this Emperor damned Typhoon to pass over>and before I know it, the rain stops>stepping our I see a clear sky above, >I make for my Thunderbolt before the claxon sounds over the Aerodrome's vox-hailer system>As I am bringing my new Thunderbolt's engines to life I see the rest of my Squadron clambering into their own fighters>taxiing out of the hangar is see the rest of our attack force as well>the Thunderbolts of Archangel and Falcone Squadron>the Lightings of Goshawk Squadron>and two PDF Squadrons, each using Avengers >Archangel Squadron, led by my former teacher on Erusea-IV, takes off first>after all Archangel-09 is in charge of this operation(1/2)
>>98706965>my own Squadron is second>Falcone squadron is third>Goshawk squadron is forth>the PDF Avenger Squadrons go last>once our Squadrons regroup high above the storm we head due west towards Hive Samar>as we do so I look over our task force>Aquila, Archangel, and the two PDF Squadrons are the main attack force...>its our job to assure that we sink as much of the enemy fleet as we can>Falcone and Goshawk on the other hand are flying air cover>the heretics will no doubt send their own fighters to intercept when we come up on their auspex arrays>but that will be a while>we still have a long flight ahead until then(2/2)
>>98706960>>98706769>>98706422>be me >da red mek>Warboss Snake Eata said he wuz gonna be squig gubbiz before he let some uppity kaptain wot can't know a "cunnin plan" from da dropz hole in da ground take control of hiz flyboyz>so he left me in charge of da Waaaaghway gate>and da umies attackin it>fine by me, can loot dem shiney gubbiz dey got on dem boats of derez>lookin thru me far-see-arz i pick out some choice loot>a full umie stompa, a big dakka tank, a umie killa kan, not to mention all da dakka and shootaz dey got on da fancy boat>right now deyz trying to hang round da beach avoiding da pot shots from da artillery gunzjustasplanned.Kunninlybrutal>me orkmarines are hanging round da deep watas >waiting for when dem umie's get landed>den dey gunna pop out and let me boyz get right up on dem ships fer da lootin>Warboss said i can take anyfink i wantz so long as da gate stays open bringing more boyz in>spekain of witch"oi Stoopid too! wotz da gate doin?">me lookout gretchen whimpers as i glare at em>one wrong muckup and i'z gonna make im into a servitskul like da last un"m-more kommandoz boss!">i grunt in annoyance"send em to work wif da othas. tell me if any mekboyz show up, i need more Man-go's" good to be back, lets see if we can tie up this world in celebration of orktober
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>>98706992>>98706960>>98706422>be Chapter Master of the Covenant of Fire Sun'data Libros Malakor>i sit in meditation >unlike many within the Covenant of Fire i do not pray, i do not believe in divinity>my purpose is far too cold for that>i bring that which lies in the dark to life, whatever truths, however sacred, they are all dragged before the flame to be judged>more the one saint has been revealed as the inlays of the enemy be it xenos or heresy, seeds planted to offer roots that might dig into generations yet unborn>all lies burn to ash before the flame>it is not enough>it is NEVER enough>lies still choke the life of the Imperium>rumors spread in this very sector of heresy, long dead inquistors calling in deathwatch deployments, of secret alliances made with the eldar, of the unbreakable rules of the Emperor bent until near breaking across multiple worlds in this sector>such cannot be allowed>ever since Chyna Secundus this sector has drawn my attentions>and not positively>Axum’kaleb's trials to restore the legions supplys>the rumors of a growing black crusade belonging to a "Galmon">such things mean i cannnot rejoin the Reclaimation fleets>every battle spent here, thousands of imperial truths are burned on the pyre of the worlds caught in the warp, their secrets becoming gospel to taint tens of thousands of worlds more>this world in particular draws my anger>an agriworld paying its tithe, secretly home to a drug problem that has spread across the sub sector, and is at risk of spreading even further than that>and what do i find now but the works of the enemy>dark eldar raids, ork waaaghs, chaos uprisings, and reports of an unreported Mechanicus enclave1/2
>>98707099>my patience is well and truly exhausted>this world will be purged by fire and blood and when i am finished i will interrogate what survivors remain as to who in the ministorum has allowed this ticking explosive of a world to fester without investigation>my master of the forge comes to speak with me"Chapter Master.""Mandé.">we stare at the holoview of the world"much to do, is there not?""mmmm""if i were to suggest a course of action of where to start?""you may.""Company Commander Axum'Kaleb spoke highly of the Felinid Winter Guard. So much so that he requested the right to bestow on him a gift he forged personally in the forges found on Pershah""there are many battlefronts. The guard can handle the orks.""yes, but the cost would be far less if we aided them.""you are too trusting of Axum'kaleb. Do not forget his failures that needed our intervention on Chyna Secundus" "and you are too hard on him, did he not refill our stocks via his agreement with the archmagos?""at the cost of taxing our company's honor working against the House Bannerman""Rogue Traders do not hold grudges. it gets in the way of profit.""...if you are so eager to aid Axum's abhuman stock, i will grant you leave with your own guard. no more.""generous." "what was that, forgemaster?""the muttering of an old fool. think nothing of it, i shall ready the drop pods.""good, the rest of the company shall be deploying against the enemy sea forts and Hive Samar. I have intercepted reports that the enemy commander is seeking something and i will find what grim secrets he plans to take from this world.">all. will be brought to light. 2/2good to see you're still with us Lt Tom. Im going to be more active in this thread as the Covenant of fire but depending on who plays the Deathwatch i may bring back Apothecarian Aftse as well
>be Sgt. Johnson of the Amerigo 5th Armored>be in command of the Leman Russ Vanquisher "Carnivore">be in the jungles of Samar Island with the rest of the boys >and FUCK!>our tank is stuck in the mud AGAIN!>this damned jungle is slowing us down as much as the archenemy is!>its been days too!>this is sure as shit the slowest advance in my time in the Guard!>also, where the hell is that Rogue Trader that is charge of this battle group?>there are already rumors that he went off on some treasure hunt...>then I hear yelling...>let me guess, another one of those idiots from the "Happy Ending" regiment got bit by a snake?>nope...>its a mutated heretic!>crazy bastard mutant is charging the Leman Russ tank ahead of us with a stick!>wait?!>is that a fucking melta charge at the end of it!>we start to open fire...>but its too little to late!>he slams his melta-spear into the side of the lead tank...*BOOOOOOOOOOOOM*>the detonation cooks of the ammo and sends the turret flying into the air...>welp...>there goes Lt. Danson>and then, the jungle comes alive>alive with auto gun fire that is>I duck back into my own tank's turret and slam the hatch shut
>Be Farseer Isendavar >So it has come >The burny bois are joining the rumble in the jungle >All good and well>I have even moved my fleet out of the way >However>Roshi is still captured >Multiple problems still lie open>So while I leave Spencer in charge of the rescue operation I am going elsewhere >For I believe I have the opportunity to secure a joint policy regarding at least some problems >So it is time for me to meet with Morgana>Or was it Morgan? la Fae>The interrogater already tried to reach out to Roshi once>But with him in horny jail I am the most diplomatic member left>I send out a message first>With a bit of Krieger to ingratiate myself "Eine gutemorgen, I heard your message, the recipient unfortunately couldn't adress it, so I am coming in his stead."
>>98706960>>98706769>be Sir Duke Wenceslaus I>honorable Freeblade and knight of chivalry>i feel the blast of sea air over my face and perfectly trimmed facial hair and smile>mmmmm this is what life is about>danger ahead, an enemy worth defeating, proud warriors of the God Emperor at my flank and innocents to protect>i finish giving the youths candys i have stored for peasant children in need of comfort during my many arrivals to their rescue>its important to make sure you offer aid to the commoners as the Code Chivalric demands of the God Emperor's knights>also it helps to have children who sing your sagas have throats that arnt scratchy, they sound off key>speaking of my saga...>the abhuman youth i am aiding is spoken to by the honorable abhuman i saved on Nordica II last candlemass whom reveals the glorious deed entrusted to them for the coming battle>my mouth waters and my eyes tear(thought that might be the sea salt)at the legendary saga such a mission would create>bravely climbing a sheer rock face to destroy the foul xeno's guns allowing the Imperial armor to crash against the sandy beaches>to face certain doom by pushing themselves to the absolute limit of their bodies, climbing the rockface battered by cruel waves only to then face the foul ork horde guarding the artillery"oh how i envy you brave souls...if only the Good King were able to climb that rock face alongside you." >i pause a moment>true a knight could not>but perhaps an Armiger"PAIGE!">i turn eager to see the bright faced squires reaction>be Paige Pius II >im trying to enjoy a nice cup of recaf and perhaps see if all those rumors i heard "praying" with the sisters about how the Felinid women dont actually have sharp tongues when i hear something that makes my heart drop"PAIGE!">i turn eyes darkened>i know that tone>that's his "this is your chance to prove yourself knight material" tone"yes my lord?">i look to see the dour faced Felinids>what do they know that i dont?
>>98707117>Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>Ahaha, smashing>Indeed, the landing went well>Orbital bombardment cleared out the beaches quite well>Now we're making good progress>Of course, imperial high command saw fit to put several other regiments under my temporary command>Amerigo and Happy Ending>Yanks and cowards>Armoured warfare in the jungle tends to be cumbersome>So I kept mine out of the jungle>That's terrain for the Terrastralian Bushrangers to play in>I send the abhumans ahead to do some scouting>Except for the ogryns, they are helping the engineers build pontoons and roads>For now, I am conducting business from my personal squat-built gyrocopter>I have quite the collection>Most are from that ironclad Urist has>Though a good chunk are from the airship he also brought>They also have speakers for some reason>Playing a song called 'unfortunate squat' on repeat>No idea why>Millitary matters are to be left to Whitworth for the time being>For I have detected something>Hidden from common view>Quite well>Orange in nature>I know what it is>And I am more than eager to get more>I have brought Jim down to help me recruit them>Be Master Weaponsmith James Brimbleshire XII>But you can just call me Jim >OOK OOK>AH AH>His lordship found more Jokaero!>Me like!>Many Jokaero means many bananas!>But Bannerman have even more banana>And banana milkshake>OOK Idea! OOK OOK>Me walk over!"OOH OOH AH AH OOK OOK" (I do say, my kin, this here human possesses a great quantity of our beloved bananas, if you would be so good to join us you would get many bananas as well.)>The reply comes >Enthusiastic screaming and nods of agreement>They're on board"Ooh ooh ook ook" (Come along chaps, you wouldn't believe the arrangements on that human's ship, we're even allowed to throw dung at people! Well they're ratlings, but the point stands.)
>Be Master Ysberin>Interesting>After Smethwick we offloaded the loyalists at various safe planets>Before continuing on>There have been reports concerning more Fallen in this sector>And after consulting the wider inner circle we decided to stay put for the time being>Obviously chances are they already left>Like last time>But let not be said I am blind to the wider needs of the imperium>I will not suffer the stain of a second Smethwick >And to do that we shall act>This planet is divided into multiple islands>Divided between orks, guard, and heretics>Therefore, we can phase our operations in accordance with a piece-by-piece strategy>While going in alone to slay orks or heretics is enticing>I know better than to act rashly>Combined arms wins wars>Divided they are stronger>The taint of chaos is obviously a higher priority than the Orks>As such, we will attack the heretics at Samar first"Deploy dorp pods, set coordinates for Aerodrome-09, once it is secure we will join up with the rest of the Imperial forces.""My lord, what about the Salamanders successors?">Ah yes>Them"Ignore them, make no attempt at contacting them, our objectives come first, we're not going to be roped into saving felinds from trees or anything like that.">I wonder though>Is there more to this planet than meets they eye?
>Be Archon Hoyt Volker Head of The Kabal of The Red Maniacs>I am sat in the meeting room of Bonclaw's base of operations >To my left is Agony, to my right is The Deviant>Vaas is on our FOB welcoming our Haemonculi assistants >I am here to discuss the future of our holdings >Namely getting rid of a fucking Necron tomb and its inhabitants >To do so I'll need any submarines she may possess "Right then, let's get the brass tax out of the way. My cousin from Ulthwe has informed me that theres a necron tomb under the ocean. As you probably know, thats bad for business, Necrons dont like organics of any kind and will no doubt try to eradicate us all until only they remain. I have some of my associates coming to assist with more man power but I will need your help in securing submarines">Be Dracon Vaas Montenegro "Did I ever tell you the defintion of insanity?">I laugh slightly as I drag my slave along treating her like a dog>Managed to torture a name out of her, apparently her name is Akari Sora>I don't particularly care for it so shes just slave or dog >Regardless I have to be a good host now>Especially seeing as our colleagues from the Haemonculi coven have arrived>Stepping forth leading his various flesh crafted and pain engines is one of the leaders of the coven"Welcome to Pacifica Prime, Maestro of Corporism">Be me Maestro Kali of The Ring Coven>A artist in the method of Corporism>Flesh crafting masterpieces>I stand tall augmented by both cybernetics and flesh>This air is fresh a fine pallette "Well met Dracon, I take your master is busy?""Yes, the boss is getting some resources together""Wonderful. My my who's this lovely thing">I look to the slave, on all fours like an animal and chained to Vaas"Isn't she lovely?""Shes a slave nothing more""Oh dont say that Vaas. Shes a canvas, a blank slate. Pretty mind you, but I can improve her for you. Make her a true masterpiece""Getting off track Maestro. We should focus on the matter of fact"1
>>98708081>my Mechanical and organic body clicks back as I straighten myself back up"Yes yes, I know. Necrons, Monkeigh and Chaos Monkeigh are why you have requested The Ring's services. We can direct the Talos pain engines to bolster forces in taking down the Necrons seeing as they are armed with heatlances for heavy armour destroying, plenty of Grotesques, Wracks and Cronus pain engines to send to the various Monkeigh">I then click again "And of course myself as a force multiplier with my magnus opus">I snap my fingers and a Grotesque joins my side holding a case>I open it up and present my master piece>A living, breathing, moaning sword called Tabbitha"With this no foe no matter its form will be reduced to broken body parts, ripe to be plucked and made into something new">Vaas purses his lips and nods"Wow, that is crazy. I suppose we'd best go link up witb Hoyt""Lead the way Dracon Montenegro">He turns and heads to a raider dragging his slave along >I place Tabbitha back in her case and stride forward, the Grotesque carrying the case following suit
>>98707248>Be Morgan Le Fae, Inquisitorial agent and commander of The Red Knight>I have yet to link back up with Maegor and Tamera >Hard to do so with the typhoon >I wasnt able to contact Roshi either>However a new channel has opened>A message from the Eldar>"Eine gutemorgen, I heard your message, the recipient unfortunately couldn't adress it, so I am coming in his stead">Well that is something >Best meet him on an area I know will be free of both enemies and other Imperials >Though I can always flash my rosette >Technically it was Hengest's spare>I miss him but he gave himself up to cripple Necrons and save the Guardsmen>As well as save the seeds for Ayin>I respond with another message"wúnderbar meet me at the island housing Hive St Solomon at this location">I conjure a psychic image of a map of the world creating a red circle and text to confirm what I mean>The most western point of the island>I then make for an arvus and tell the pilot to take me there>It is time to get a fuller understanding >And potentially ask if they know what Ayin and Vortigern are doing>As they have kept me in the dark for too long
>>98708138>Be Farseer Isendavar>Ah>Wondrous>A meeting has been arranged>Somewhere quiet and out of the way>Very good>I hop onto my big bird>Gyrinx in tow>Can't leave him behind now can I?>Of course there is the typhoon>But a being a psyker on heavier end means I can get creative>I mean, come now, there's more you can do than shoot fire or zap lighting>Which is why I am flying through without a spec of rain on my robes>Snug and dry in a psychic bubble>It also means I am undetected by virtue of the weather covering my tracks>I land>She is already there>Because the mon'keigh that run the Imperium show up I show her my papers>Again>Though it was her boss last time I did so>Why? Humans love bureaucracy for some reason>I wouldn't be surprised if the Emperor was the god of red tape>But back to business"I suppose you would like to know many a thing, I have been able to discern at least a few things, and I believe that for the time being cooperation is the most oppertune action between our respective states."
>>98708138>>98708441>Be Morgan Le Fae >So the meeting has begun>He arrives on a massive alien bird, his gyrinx in tow>Landing with grace he shows to me his papers>All appears in order>Interesting list of places he is unwelcome in>"I suppose you would like to know many a thing, I have been able to discern at least a few things, and I believe that for the time being cooperation is the most oppertune action between our respective states.">Alright"Correct, I would like to enquire the scope of operations regarding the enemy and the planet. As far as myself and the commanding officers are aware, this is a war against Orks, chaos and a minor raiding party of Drukhari. I haven't exactly been able to coordinate assaults where they would be most effective due to the nature of the Orks being here">This is true mostly, Orks can always interrupt a laid out plan"Additionally my higher ups have left me in the dark regarding a few bits of lore, I suppose its because I and Hengest am not fully inducted members in whatever Ayin and Voritgern are conducting within their Ordo. My task assigned by them last was keeping track of the exploits of the Felinid Winter Guard seeing as they get themselves into all sorts of situations such as this"
>>98708081>Be Anne BonClaw>As we pull back up to Sartos it becomes clear how much of a shitshow I invited to my papòt>The buildings near the western beach are almost entirely gone, the daemon fire having consumed the buildings despite my men's best efforts and attempting to throw water on it just made the water turn into gold dust or flies Damned dyab voodou >I stow the orb I found in the tomb as I see hoyt exiting my base like he owns the place >That snake bitch saunters up as she begins issuing orders to my men that they have need of submersibles>A few move who I make personal note of as On’aka looks to me“My men will not be doing anything until we discuss reparations and repair.” >THAT gets hoyts attention if only to hold back his pwostitye ki gen po ki sanble ak po sèpan“look around at my fòtifikasyon Hoyt!” >The air grows tenser than a edge point as I drop the “boss” and call him by his name, not even including the title >as if to put a bow on the whole sordid ordeal one of the buildings collapse>It was either a whore house, a bar, or a picture of the two because if it has been an ammo storage it would have gone up like a bomb>And at the first sign of trouble I had the production centers moved further inland to one of the hollowed out temples>Still left several tons of product though, no way to safely move that and give the color of some of that smoke I may have very well lost several hundred thousands thrones worth of profit>Nothing puts me in a fouler mood than lost profit1/2
>>98708875“i was fully prepared to deal with an enperyòm retaliation fleet for working with you, but this? Dyab are another issue entirely…”>in truth i know its not his fault but my men need assurances>mostly that there is payment on the horizon and not getting led along by a leash to getting skinned alive>and with them now needing assistance that only we can provide>well this becomes the perfect time to pull a little harder on the negotiation table "i know where your lot can find a fleet of sousmarins....but believe me liberating them will be a rather..."trè chè".">im not unreasonable, im not going to really put the screws to him, that be poor business sense and a good way to lose my other leg>that said, a few dozen or so crates of dark eldar armor and weapons from those who died on the beach quickly send to the black market would do wonder to refill the financial void that has strained our relationship>and given how...tense...some of his men appear its clear that something has put a ticking clock over their heads>which sadly means i might need to start looking for a way off world as well>id hate to lose my Poppycane enterprize>but not nearly as much as id hate to lose my life2/2
>>98708081>>98708875>Be Archon Hoyt>Agony seems to have not gotten the memo that this is a trade deal >So ordered around the felinids>I will punish her later>But its gotten serious>Especially when BonClaw has the gall to refer to me by my first name only>Not Boss or Archon Hoyt>I am not blind to the level of destruction Sartos has incurred from the chaos monkeigh>She obviously will want something in return for the information regarding the submarines "Alright, Anne I'll let you in on a limited time offer. One that I know will help bolster your pockets. Any dead Kabalite weapon on the beach is yours for the taking. If we successfully pull off the entire operation then I'll sweeten the deal with this, I shall name you as a full member of my organisation. This will ensure your complete protection from any other Drukhari Kabal, Wych Cult or Haemonculi coven.">I stride forward smoking one of my cohibas"I'm not going to lie to you Anne, this is all completely not how I'd like to have gone. Repelling back the Imperials, Chaos and Orks is one thing. But Necrons.">I finish my Cohiba and snub it against my gauntleted hand, tucking it away to discard later"Thats something even I dont fuck around with">I extend my other hand out"What say you to this new deal?"
>>98709372>Be Dracon Vaas >We arrived to Sartos>The Maestro was in constant awe during the trip>Must not get out too often>Sartos definitely needs to be rebuilt and fortified >Doesnt help I can see the tension in the air>Hoyt up close to BonClaw with an outstretched hand>What has he made her?>Be Maesteo Kali>My, my isnt this something >Such a fascinating little world this place>Plus seems Hoyt is engaged with a cat monkeigh>Fascinating simply fascinating >I am dedicated to the path of Corporism but I am certain the Fauvists would love to study these specimens>A fusion of Monkeigh and Cat>Oh ho ho how delightful >As my augments click and crack>I do so enjoy the sounds
>>98708441>>98708504>Be Farseer Isendavar>Now let's see>"Correct, I would like to enquire the scope of operations regarding the enemy and the planet. As far as myself and the commanding officers are aware, this is a war against Orks, chaos and a minor raiding party of Drukhari. I haven't exactly been able to coordinate assaults where they would be most effective due to the nature of the Orks being here">In a way you are correct>But these are separate threats"The orks are busy trying to open something, but at the same time seem prone to infighting, if you recall the earlier roks, they aren't under the command of the established warboss.">As to chaos"The commander of the Chaos forces is one named Kronerburg, though he isn't directly leading them, they're looking for something in, upon, near, or under the island of Samar. If my predictions are correct, a large army, and two Space Marine chapters are already fighting there. As to my unhinged kin, they're distracted, by Necrons.">Ah yes, the usual reaction>It is strange, but scans have shown that these ones are keeping things imprisoned>Somewhere, the readings of the powerflow shows as much"They're more interested in the local plantlife than captives, so I would suggest you deal with either the orks or Chaos first.">"Additionally my higher ups have left me in the dark regarding a few bits of lore, I suppose its because I and Hengest am not fully inducted members in whatever Ayin and Voritgern are conducting within their Ordo. My task assigned by them last was keeping track of the exploits of the Felinid Winter Guard seeing as they get themselves into all sorts of situations such as this">Some things are better kept secret until you are ready for them>Have patience"I can tell you some things, but not everything, I am not omniscient, nor I believe it beneficial for your career prospects if you found out secrets your boss wants to keep from you.">I suppose I could help you get to the felinids if you wanted
>>98706960>>98706769>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", leader of "Tom's Roughneck's">still on this landing ship steaming through this Emperor forsaken storm>I have gone through the trouble requisitioning rock climbing equipment>anti-slip rope, harnesses, grappling hooks, etc>and now here I am trying to familiarize my "Roughneck's" with this mission critical equipment>I double check everyone's harnesses, making sure that they are secured properly>I make damned sure to check Lil' Tom's and Tiny Tam's equipment a third time>I walk everyone through the basics>TLDR, how NOT to fall>but sure enough, the call comes down to begin loading into the landing-barges>on the way I make sure everyone has melta charges and extra krak grenades>no point of climbing those damned cliffs if we can't destroy the artillery up there>coming on to the ship's deck, I can see that the Typhoon has somewhat lessened in intensity >though it is still raining, it is at least not coming down sideways anymore>have to climb down on rope ladders into our waiting landing-barge>it's a big one too, it is large enough to carry my entire recon platoon>but its not large enough to not be tossed about in the heavy seas>I can tell this is going to a rougher ride than the Landing Ship that brought us here>and unsurprisingly I have to coax both Tam and my nephew down into the landing-barge >can't say I blame them being a little nervous about riding in this diminutive boat>once we are all on board, the landing-barge starts to move>it is slow, bumpy, and WET ride to the shore>we have not even hit the beach, and my feet are already soaked >but we hit the beach soon enough>and as the ramp drops we come face to face with the cliff we are to climb>its a nearly vertical wall of stone going up three to four stories in height>I have some of my Felinid Guardsmen launch the rocket propelled grappling hooks at the top of the cliff>well, this is where the """fun""" begins
>Be Necron Lord Alkanenthep>Warden of P'a'cyfy'ca>....>...>Initializing shutdown protocol for all warriors>Again>What I wouldn't give to leave this world>But it is my duty to remain>I care little for the surface>I must keep the waywards in permanent sleep>I detest the viruses which viciously degenerated them>Instead I rely on the canoptek constructs the Crypteks make>Most of them look like crabs, octopuses, or sharks>As well as my elite Lychguard>The Toa Mahri>Now what is the matter of today>I shave off some barnacles from my body>Autorepair is still a mess>All the better>Permanent death would be better for the tainted>I check on the prisoners>Stasis fields are wavering>But will soon be back to full strength>All the better>Or else they'll be freed>I hope the storm will subside soon>It is making the fish go about in unpredictable patterns
>>98708504>>98709499>Be Morgan Le Fae >Well I have gotten my answers>The Orks at least are prone to infighting and are split between finding something and fighting us>Hmm>Now regarding chaos>Once again its another of Galmon's lackies >The Tzeentch one Kronerburg >I was given a dossier about all the known members of Galmon's warband at least>A large army and two chapters are going to engage them>As for the Drukhari>They are going to attack a Necron tomb under the sea>Oh great more Necron tombs>The Red Knight has a history of those>Well it was only really Pershah that made me dislike Necron tombs>Thats where Hengest sacrificed himself after all>Apparently the Drukhari are also here for plants>Alright then>Unfortunately Isendavar says that he can only tell me some things about Ayin's plans but he advises I dont pry>I bite my lip under my gas mask"Very well. I thank you for the information and open a formal invitation to collude in removing the taint of chaos from the world">I present to him a dataslate with a decree of allowance"Flash this to any Imperial and they shall know you are hereby sanctioned by the Ordos Xenos and Ordos Hereticus in conducting operations alongside us">I look to my own dataslate"I best link up with the Felinids, make sure my two operatives are still kicking. Any chance of getting a lift?"
>>98709499>>98709670>>98709631>>98706960>Be Farseer Isendavar>Lovely, we're in accordance>Very good>Diplomacy has succeed>Suck it Biel-tan!>Talking it over always works out>She thanks me"Don't take it too hard, in our line of work there such a thing as knowing too much, when you're ready he will tell, or you could just ask. Come along now. It will be bit like horse riding.">But in the air>And through not-so rough weather>Nevertheless I conjure up the bubble >Flying in low and undetected>I take care to not be spotted by the orks>The cliffs help with that>The agents and felinds are preparing to scale the cliffs>Best of luck lmao>And who else is in charge but the sector father of the year and his two child soldiers>I stroke Aenarion>Whose a good kitty?>I agree, Aenarion, they do stink>Probably lick their arseholes as well>We land, Morgana hops off as I make certain the family knows it is me>Aenarion, of course, tilts his head when he senses the psyker>But of course"Now it is time for me to depart, may fortune favour you, if circumstances permit I will aid, but my priorities lie elsewhere.">Bye-bye now>Time for me to link up with someone else>Hmm, Spencer hasn't updated so I presume he is yet to commence operations>Priscilla is with him so she is out as well>I should prepare for her arrival, but that will take a while>Therefore, I best go and have a spot of tea with our beloved Rogue Trader
>>98709670>>98709815>>98709631>>98706960>Be Morgan Le Fae >Well then off we fly>Going to be honest>Its exactly like he said it is>Like being on horseback>Something I rarely got to do in my old regiment seeing as Krieg regiments only ever use psykers for scriering >But still I know the ropes>We avoid detection from the Orks thankfully due to the typhoon and Isendavar flying low>Linking up with the felinids who are readying themselves to climb up the cliff >Where's the regiment of Mountain Men when you need them>I wave off Isendavar and turn to the regiment>Linking up fully, Maegor notices me and bows"Rise Maegor, we have a cliff to climb and orks to cleanse. I also have some information regarding enemy forces on the planet, but I shall save that for after this and for the Lieutenant"
>>98706965https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZKQxFzLF_g8>be Imperial Navy ace pilot Aquila-13>be the leader of the elite Aquila Squadron, aka the "Yellow Tails">our attack force has been flying for hours>we have since left the typhoon behind us...>I can now clearly see the azure sea bellow us >but more importantly I can see the island of Samar ahead>the time for our attack grows nearer...>I then hear Archangel-09 over the vox"be advised, enemy interceptors inbound!">I check my auspex>and sure enough, inbound Hellblades>as per the battle plan we let Falcone and Goshawk squadron move ahead to distract the Hellblades>the rest of us, Aquila squadron included dive and make for the harbor of Hive Samar>as we come closer, we can see a formation of ships making for the harbor exit!>we are not a moment too soon>had we waited any longer the heretic fleet would have escaped!>the fleet is lead by the oceanic battleship "Tanager" and carrier "Geofon">but I do not see the "Scinfaxi" >the others must be thinking the same as I hear Archangel-09 over the vox again"Aquila Squadron! Search the harbor for the "Scinfaxi", we will handle the rest of the heretic fleet!">as much I as would love to engage the enemy fleet, I know he is right>the destruction of the "Scinfaxi" is our primary objective>the rest of the fleet is only secondary and tertiary >Aquila squadron and I bank west ward, deeper into the harbor>the sky now is filled with flak and auto-cannon fire from the defenses bellow>now where is that Emperor damned sub!
>>98709372>>98708875>Be Anne BonClaw>its a tempting offer>but i can see the strings attached as he's grinding his teeth at my naming>oh im sure he love to dechire fouri mwen for the audacity>which would be much easier if i took the grateful offer to join his organization"a tempting offer....boss....i will think on it while my men pillage the corpses on the beach and we set your plan in motion">id rather not surrender my autonomy if i can avoid it>forgive the saying but there is many ways to skin a cat and im sure the pale ears know them all>still im not about to start a second battle with the dark eldar>unless im sure i can win>i am still a drug smuggling pirate after all>that said..."one more thing boss....what the feth is a necron?">something tells me i might need to have On'aka look for that ship sooner rather than later
>>98707890>Be Master Ysberin>Currently in the drop pod>Atmosphere pierced, descending quickly >The altitude metre goes down>And down>The enemy flak opens fire>But this pod at least is intact>The doors open as we make our way out>Aerodrome-09 is already on high alert>Alarms flaring as the heretics scramble about trying to both take off and stop us>But the thing is>Dark green is perfect for forested areas>And they practically bump into us>Some plasma shots later that was the first wave>Now, to link up and attack the base proper>Battle soon begins in earnest as I melt the face of one heretic with my plasma pistol before chopping of his head>They clearly weren't expecting us>Or their available manpower is tied up at the front lines>We take full advantage>Rocket launches devastate the parked flyers>We take out the flak before pushing them back into the centre of the aerodrome>If we keep this up we'll have it cleared in no time>Then we can turn our attention to the front line>If they are quick we shall try to connect with them>If not>We shall make certain this airport will be a smouldering ruin when we're done with it.
>>98709372>>98710306>Be Archon Hoyt >I see in the distance Vaas and Kali have arrived>But focusing back to Anne>"a tempting offer....boss....i will think on it while my men pillage the corpses on the beach and we set your plan in motion">Great wasnt able to completely secure her as part of the Kabal>But it'll get this off my back for a bit>This cat is a crafty bitch I'll give her that>Regardless she asks me a question >"one more thing boss....what the feth is a necron?">Oh right, I forgot>Not all Imperials have knowledge of the galaxy and its inhabitants "An ancient race, I'm talking one of the oldest races in the galaxy. Nowadays they are nothing more then robotic skeletons made of living metal and using weapons that can rip someone apart at the atomic level. They are also incredibly annoying to kill especially if they've got a resurrection orb nearby to bring them back up, only real way to destroy them is to blow up their tomb complexes. As not only does it get rid of their respawn location but also their power sources to stay moving">I place my hand on her shoulder"In short, a real pain in the arse and we should be lucky most of the tomb worlds havent fully woken up yet or are succumbing to entropy and not waking up at all">I probably said way too much here>But for Khaine's sake she'd best learn quick to not meddle with Necrons further >Just destroy them before they rise up and take away everything that you built>I remove my hand"Come, Vaas is here and hes brought an associate">I stride over to meet Vaas and Kali"Maestro Kali, a pleasure as always to work with you and The Ring again">Kali tips their hat"Likewise Mr Volker. How goes it between you and Miss Agony?""Steady as always""And Morrigan? How's your princess doing?""Ask her yourself, when shes stopped pampering herself and her Razorwing">Kali laughs"Ah youth how I envy them. But who is this marvellous jewel?""This is BonClaw, our newest associate"
>>98710384>Be Haemonculus Kali, Maestro of The Ring coven>Fascinating truly fascinating"Well Miss BonClaw, it is a pleasure to meet such a fascinating display of Fauvist art such as yourself. I am Kali, a Maestro of Corporism in The Ring Homunculi coven">I extend one of my Mechanical hands out>Its probably alot better to shake then one of my fleshy hands>Plus my fleshy hands are what I use to create art with>I dare not sully them too much >They contain traces of my creative endeavours after all
>>98709631>>98706992>>98709815>be me>speedy>da first an only "crasha boy">one of a kind i iz>say youz got a dakka jet youz need testin>but last 3 jetz yer mekboy made blew up..>well datz when you callz a "crasha test boy">datz when ya call me>now iz it dangerous>ye>but i iz luved by da godz>because iz fearless and dun shy way from nutin>speakin of wich Red Mek said he'z got a new invention worth testin>a new type of dakka jet where it flies right at da enemy den blows up>neat>said he needs to test da flight da-ta>neat>which iz were i comez in>neat>i take ma seat as i press da big red button>da engine takes off as i flies straight off towards da skyWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH>as i shoot past i see a bunch a birds"MOVE YA PANSY BIRDS! IM COMMIN THRU!!!!!">i get a coating in multicolored feathers which taste like chicken-squig>blegh>as i take a view over the battlefield i see all sorts of tings>da typhoon, da umie ships, da flying pansy gits, da humies climbing da wall>da umie killa kan climbing a little further down the wall>...>waitaminue>i look back>welp nuthing i can do bout it now>...>wonder how im supposed ta land dis ting
>>98709815>>98710426>>98707540>Be Farseer Isendavar>Ah gentle breezes of the sea>Great is the radiance of thy fair form>Hmm, the olde timey speech is leaking >Eh, it always does when I get emotional>Pure serenity>Or at least it was>Until we were quite rudely interrupted>By an Ork covered in quite a diverse arrangement of feathers>Riding some missile >How quaint>I however, don't have the time to see him either terrorize the Mon'keigh or slam into the cliffs>I have my bird gain in height>Disappearing into the clouds>It will take a while to reach Samar>So I meditate>And conjure up an projection of myself to speak with Bannerman>It soon manifests itself>Hmm, he's loading up Jokaero>Quaint"Lord Ponsonby-Bannerman, I am coming over, I trust there will be tea and scones, until then.">Right, at least he knows I am coming>Then I suppose I must travel on>But then I hear a female voice>I smirk, and telepathically send a message back"Took you long enough, how the piracy business these days?">Be me>Caellamere>The corsair queen>Mariner of the stars, Lady admiral of the sapphire fleet>And present imelethril of Isendavar>I have many, many more titles>But brevity must be held>In recent times, there has been an uptic in piracy that isn't mine>Isendavar presented me with enough evidence as to who was behind it>Needless to say, I am not amused>I am loathe to see another competitor>So my voidscarred and voidreavers are at his disposal as well>I roll my eyes as we take position with Isendavar's fleet>Quite a lot of Mon'keigh vessels in orbit>So we are being held in reserve eh?>That's so Isendavar>Going off alone and talking the Mon'keigh out>Though then again he is a gifted speaker>I should know...>But if the Farseer wants us in reserve, we shall be in reserve>For now...
>>98709987>>98706960>>98709631>>98710426>be Tiny Tam>as debate if im allowed to invoke inquisition rites against my CO as dad tries to get us to climb onto a boat barely a step above a scrapped together raft>still we're having a better time than the poor armiger pilot>well i assume>her "lord" ordered her to join us but obviously she can't climb up a sheer rock face in an armiger suit>so she's getting deployed a little to the left where the cliff face has a few edges for her to leap up>she's set to join us by charging from the side when we begin the assault on the artillery>before we can complain how unfair this all is while trying to shimmy over the line being battered by the waves who should arrive but Morgan Le Fae>by bird>by eldar bird>in the time it took him to show himself he could have helped us across to the cliff face>but no he rather aura farm and remind us that this boat currently smells like wet felinid>ass>still no use complaining as Lil Tom actually volunteers to go first, reasoning that he can get to land faster if he does>i pray for protection as we hook our harnesses to the wire as im taken back to basic training>i got a brief preview during my time in the whiteshield winter guard before Chyna Secundus>live ammo testing while crawling under rasorwire in the early morning snow>somehow the waves are colder>Im shivering as im sputtering and whimpering as we make it to the cliff face as if my stomach wasnt empty id be throwing up again>the lack of lasfire or screams tells me that if we can just make up over the top at least we wont be face to face with a bunch of grinning orks >at least not yet>somewhere in the back of my mind i wonder if something else is going to happen that makes this another nightmare like every world in the Nordica Sector
>>98710426>>98709987>>98710806>Be Morgan Le Fae >Readying ourselves to climb the cliff face>I take note of Tamera being deeply uncomfortable owing to the weather>Its understandable really, wet fur and all that>I'm too used to awful weather conditions really>Regardless we climb and I make sure Maegor is able to get up>Hes a psyker first and foremost, not too used to being adept at rock climbing>I take notice of an Ork flying by>Just the one on a one way trip from the looks of things>We'd best keep hurrying along>For my wargear I am equipped with the standard Krieg psyker division outfit as well as my trusty shotgun and force sword>Should be able to make short work of any Ork Boy up to a Nob>The psychic abilities I possess will deal with heavier Ork units such as Meganobz and Warbosses>Should they possess any Meganobz that is>I also have to make sure I relay the information Isendavar told me to Lieutenant Tom>But as I have mentioned before>Climb the cliff, kill any nearby Orks then give a report
>>98709631>>98710806>>98711058>Be Felinid Sergeant Kitten “Pussy In Boots” McPurr>For once it looks like we are staying on a planet for more than a week >Aside from the typhoon, this one isn’t too bad >After we finished clearing out Mosley Island, we get loaded into a ship and head to Suraban Island >Yep, a STC-based, Imperial (space) Navy operated floating command post/troop carrier >Apparently the Navy has a bunch of these things stored in pieces on certain (void) ships so they can be assembled and deployed on short notice >I guess you learn something new every day >Tom put me on Tam-vomit-bucket duty, but I manage to pawn it off on that windbag Knight pilot who likes to see himself as a champion of the common folk, and then when to go play some cards >Not long afterwards, I find myself in a small landing barge, also STC-issue, preparing to scale a cliff, because naturally Tom volunteered us for the most dangerous mission >I don’t mind though, getting to blow things up is always worth a little hardship >Everyone is super soaked in water from the rain and waves >Good thing I wear minimal clothes or other gear that gets a lot heavier when wet, the explosives I am carrying are heavy enough as it is, but again, completely worth it because who doesn’t like big explosions?>I hum a merry tune as I climb up the rain-lashed cliffs, barely even using the ropes when the rock wall is reachable >It is a good day to blow stuff up!
>>98710806>>98711058>>98711528>>98710426>>98709631>be da red mek>dere e' goes>da loonest git who werent a gretchen>didnt even need to test me seek-em missles just wanted dat werido' away frum me>as he lights up da sky i get a nice view of da umie ship>heh heh heh>oh im groolin' thinkin bout all da lootin im gonna get ta when we win>dat stompa>dat tank>dat...>dat boat wif...>all dem...>all dem strings connectin>to da cliff>wif da artillerytickticktickticktickDING"OI DATS CHEATIN!" >i grab me "loud shouta""LISTEN UP ALL YA WORTHLESS SNEAKY GITS AND MUCK UPS! DERE IS A FIGHT COMIN UP FROM DA CLIFF FACE! GET OVA THERE CAUSE IF DERE IS ANY DAMAGE TO MA MACINES IM GONNA TURN YA INTA SERVITORKS!" "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH">i reach into my bag o inventionz>toss a few of me squig skulls over to start reporting on wot goin on>wotz we got>lotta gits>more umie weridboyz den usual too>heh, might need ta send some of our own den
>>98710806>>98711528>>98709815>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", leader of "Tom's Roughneck's">be preparing to scale the cliffs at Caranda beach>I watch in awe as an Eldar riding some sort of giant bird drops off psyker>and Inquisitorial one at that>Throne, does this deployment keep getting stranger...>I pay them no mind and resume my preparations to scale the cliff>once I am all set to go, I hook up and secure both Lil' Tom and Tiny Tam to their own lines>looking up I see Sgt.McPurr is already climbing up>I make sure to follow after>being felinids, we are good climbers, which makes this daunting task quite a bit easier >as I scale the cliff I hear a boom>I watch as a blowing hot artillery shell flies from the ork position above and down toward the landing craft making for Caranda beach>it hits one of the landing barges>one of the Cadian ones judging by the paint job>turning my attention back up the cliff I see that McPurr has already reached the top>climbing up to the top I hear fighting >moments later a fething grot is sent flying over the cliff edge>the little green skin bastard lands with a splat on the rocky beach bellow>climbing over the top I see Sgt.McPurr surrounded by orks, doing what she does best>so of course most of them are dead>I gun down a ork boy with my Recon Las-Carbine before turning and helping Tam and Tiny Tam up over the edge>next comes Flame Trooper Stacey, who quickly brings her flamer to bear down on the xenos>the orks as far as i can see are in disarray>we have taken them by surprise
>>98711891I spoke too soon didn't I?
>>98711897Nah you guys caught the orks near the artillery off guard, the "far shouta" only covers a few miles near the waaaghway gate That said reinforcements are rushing to get a preview of the coming scrapI'm also finishing up writing Spencers introduction and the deathwatch arriving
>be Kronerberg "The Deranged", loyal scion and Lord Galmon's greatest warp sorcerer>be on the Island of Samar >be at my dig site on the southern tip of the island>the "Dark Cartographer" has led me to these ruins>it has told me that the "Lamp of Souls" is somewhere beneath me >so now I have thousands of slaves toiling to unearth these ruins>soon I shall reach the vault buried bellow and the artifact will be mine! Oh yes yes yes!>even the whispers are giddy with joy for my coming triumph!>then one of my vox-slaves come forth...>he reports Astartes vessels have arrived in orbit above!>NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!>Tzeentch's tendrils! NO!>it appears that time is running short"Slave! send a message to Hive Samar! I need more slaves to hasten the excavation! I care not how many perish!">he wisely bows before taking leave to send my message...>the whispers too are upset by the arrival of loyalist reinforcements>I was hoping to both deliver the "Lamp of Souls" and a newly conquered world to my Lord Galmon>but oh well>the "Lamp of Souls" will have to do on its own>...>unless...>yes...>a plan is coming together now>and the whispers are most amused!
{{greentext| be Gien, member of the Lords out of Chiro}} {{greentext| Our leader said we're heading to a island world within this sector}}{{greenntext| Doesn't say why, but says it's important enough for us to go}}{{greentext| I don't bother to pry him on it further, because I don't want end up like the last one}}"Phsiher, We're nearing the planet."{{greentext| I and the others of the warband turn to see an ocean world, just a huge ball of blue}}"Not a lot of landmass to be seen commander, are we sure this worth it?"{{greentext| A single bolter round goes off, speeding pass my head and striking a poor crewman in the chest, exploding into a gory shower of blood and flesh}}{{greentext| Everyone else looks over to see Samual Phsipher, staring down the command deck with a vacant expression}}"Ready the ship, we'll leave this world a husk once we're done."{{greentext| Everyone piles out of the room, whispers of what we're gonna do once we land}} {{greentext| I simply think about making more puppets for my collection}}
>>98707117>be Sgt. Johnson of the Amerigo 5th Armored>be in command of the Leman Russ Vanquisher "Carnivore">be in heavy combat with the traitors>we are also still stuck in the fucking mud!>granted there not much room to maneuver in this jungle, but being able to go forward or reverse would be nice right now>especially considering how we have a horde for traitor PDF, traitor Guard, cultists, and MUTANTS charging at us!>looking through my scope I see and incoming band of mutants...>they are carrying more of those melta-lances>I think I heard one of the Happy Ending troopers outside call it a "lunge mine">I order the gunner to target them first"GUNNER! HE-I! AT INFANTRY! 80 degrees right! 100 meters!"ON ITS WAY!"*BOOM*>I watch through my scope as the High Explosive Incendiary shell flies through the jungle>the shell lands right in the middle of the mutants>the explosion incinerates most of them, the rest are blown to flaming pieces>it also clears a nice hole in the jungle as well>giving the infantry with us a nice kill zone>I then feel the tank lurch>then I hear the driver shout"We are free sarge!">about Emperor damned time!
>>98711891>>98711836>>98711528>>98711058>be Tiny Tom>im so fething happy to be off the ocean that i dont even mind the orks as we climb over the top>i draw my laspistol and fire a few rounds into a gretchen as we make due while we have time before they realize we're here>McPurr has several sets of the explosives but even so i have a restocked my entire kit as well >still these are orkish artillery canons, not the usual captured basilisks>meaning we need to make sure the explosives take or it can just as easily be fixed>two ways to do that>first is to destroy the barrel itself, probably by slapping a detpack or eight onto a shell and blowing it as it fires>risky in the fact that each shell is as large as two grown ogryn and ork tech is hard to manage at the best of time>option two is to find whatever these things use for a recoil mechanism and blow that up instead, then when its goes to fire the sheer pressure of it trying to fire itself will break it apart>far less risky but much more time consuming>i open my pack as i take stock of what i have >28 smoke grenades standard stock>14 frag grenades guardsman standard issue>12 krak grenades guardsman standard issue>4 melta charges, special requestion>and my ace up the sleave>an explosive i "bought" from one of those bearded abhumans we fought with against the orks not too long ago>not sure what it does>but its about the size of a Mark XIX Lucifer Pattern Melta Bomb>so yeah, if i had three of these we be done by now>that said ive learned that you can NEVER tell what Mcpurr has on her so who knows>as we finish cleaning up the last of the orks around the artillery one of the roughnecks speaks up"huh, that could have been worse." >the sounds of movement from the jungle line makes us all glare at him"fething jinxs"
>>98712413>Be Lil Tomfuck, i keep making that mistake
>be Spencer>of the Anti Galmon Alliance>or whatever we call ourselves anymore>this might be the biggest deception ive ever tried in my long...well>in my career>it feels like its been ages but frankly its hard to tell anymore>granted im nowhere near as old as the old man was during Chyna Secundus>...>havent thought about him in awhile>focus Spencer, there is alot relying on luck for this gambit>and famous luck is not what me or "interrogator Priscilla" is known for>still could be worse>the message was sent to the nearest watch station which was then sent to Watchmaster Seth>who responded that he was sending an official inquiry to find the presumed dead Lord Inquisitor Master Roshi Oda Toriko Akirama>luckly the "ordos redactus" already has a team investigating that part>or so the reports say that were put out through the "official unofficial channels" the sect agents claim all the powers that be use to verify these things >so these extra space marines are likely to be sent to deal with the ork waaagh on world after investigating the "threat" of genestealers>i had the rest of the Alpha Legionaries disguise themselves as Red Hunters>except me, im still in deathwatch black>mainly to liaison so Priscilla doesn't do something stupid like admit we're not inquisition and are part of a chaos conspiracy>can we still call the Sect a chaos conspiracy anymore?>eldar conspiracy is more accurate>which to the deathwatch is likely worse>while the totally real inquisitor of the Ordo Redactus is investigating the whereabouts of that dastardly pervert Roshi>he sent us, the totally real interrogator and xenos combat expert to act as liaisons to the deathwatch and to guide them to club sexo>for genestealer evaluations>really this is the first step in our gambit to save Roshi from whatever their holding them>Isendavar insists its some sort of warp relic trapping him that we need to uncover>which means we're getting dangerously close to Yule Harbor again(1/2)
>>98712606>i feel a shiver crawl up my spine like a very horny spider trying to preform spiritual acupuncture on me>space marines dont feel fear>breathe in breathe out>i keep the helmet on as i watch the lander descend towards the "inquisition encampment" we built on Insendavar's island>we told the eldar who arnt riding birds or whatever werid ass thing Isendavar has them doing to keep their heads down as much as possible>even a whiff of eldar and this whole thing is at risk>the black coated lander touches down as a team of deathwatch marines exits the ramp>and then two more landers join it>with their own teams of space marines>and a dreadnaught>make that 2 dreadnaughts>and a squad of terminators>oh fuck my life>i keep my calm but i can feel Priscilla shaking from here>i step forward and raise my fist to my pauldron"we watch from death brother.">their captain returns the salute then looks around"Watch Captain Rebus Boorale. One of the two watch captains sent by Watchmaster Seth.""i did not think our request required this much reinforcement, Captain.""then you do not know what our watchmaster knows of this world, brother. But there is another reason, the reveal of one Lord Inquistor Roshi has drawn the attention of one of his former pupils. He will arrive later, his retinue however is set to arrive in a few hours." >.....>THAT OLD PERVERT ACTUALLY HAD PUPILS?!?"i see....i will...relegate that to my Inquistor">here's hoping Isendavar isnt too busy to play the part of an "inquistor" getting his report>because a very large group of xeno haters are apparently coming and that is going to seriously limit his mobility>unless he has one hell of a distraction planned its a shame Mordo anon hasnt been in any of these threads id love to see how he react to a planet that seems caught in chaos suddenly have an underlying xenos threat for once(2/2)
>>98712341(1/2)>Be Trooper Becky, 2nd Happy Ending Regiment>I am back with my regiment after spending some time with those small but foulmouthed abhumans called “ratlings” or “halflings” or something like that >After weeks of stalemate on Singpo Island, that Rogue Trader’s private army crushed the enemy in days, and now we are making good progress on Samar Island...>Supposedly >It doesn’t feel like it though >The Rogue Trader we now apparently work for sent our regiment and the Amerigo straight into the heart of the jungle instead of the inhabited regions that have things like, you know, roads >Also for the past three days we have been stuck in a very intense storm >Visibility is often near zero, the sound of the wind blocks out even the sound of the Amerigo tanks, trees and branches falling left right and center, and the mud is sometimes knee deep even before the tanks churn it deeper “Banzai!!”>Fuck, not this again >Of the several enemy factions harassing our advance, the corrupted soldiers of the Daimyos Clans are the most fanatical, numerous, and arguably effective >A large, pig-like mutant uses a “lunge-mine” to blow up a nearby tank, sacrificing himself in the process >The blast sends me flying off my feet .........>Standing near an explosion is not like in the movies >The force of the explosion makes your internal organs hurt in all sorts of weird ways, and your ears ring like crazy, drowning out even the wind >I cough up mud, and scrape enough from my eyes that I can almost see >Several soldiers lie between me and the blown up tank, either burnt to a crisp, torn up by shrapnel, or both >That doesn’t happen in the movies either >The rain has eased up since I got knocked out >That just gives me a view of the swarm of Clan soldiers, local Malay cultists, and a few of the elite black armored soldiers charging our position through a corpse-strewn clearing with a shell crater in the middle
>>98712667(2/2)>Most of them don’t even bother shooting, they just rush in with bayonets, swords, and more “lunge-mines”>Not sure if they are out of ammo, or just too crazy to use a rifle anymore, but it gives the remaining Guard in the vicinity a chance to out shoot our numerically superior foe >No one from my regiment is running this time >Not just because of sucking mud, or the fact we are probably surrounded again, or the fact our Psycho-Commissar stripped several deserters naked and left them staked to a beach back on Singpo Island for the hungry crabs and washed up jellyfish to kill painfully...>But because we are just to burnt out and tired to do anything except stand and fight after several exhausting days of ambushes and the endless storm and the leeches and the giant rape otters and the...>Fuck >I turn last minute as an enemy soldier emerges from the nearby jungle and hacks at me with her sword, which I hastily block with my lasgun >Another Clan soldier, with one of those fancy swords, a cloth mask depicting several monstrous snarling faces, and an exposed chest covered in disturbing tattoos >I push her back enough to give myself the space to swing my lasgun around and send a blast straight through her skull >How many have I killed now? I don’t even know >Not that it matters, old Becky is dead, and new Becky probably won’t live much longer
>>98710175>be Imperial Navy ace pilot Aquila-13>be the leader of the elite Aquila Squadron, aka the "Yellow Tails">be participating in the imperial air raid on the harbor of Hive Samar>flying over the south harbor we see no sign of the "Scinfaxi">plenty of ships, some of them military>but no "Scinfaxi">I then take my Squadron north to the opposite end of the harbor>again, no "Scinfaxi">just civil transports>it must have put to sea already>I vox Archangel-09"Sir! We searched the entire harbor! The Scinfaxi is NOT here!">my former teacher voxes back"Damn it all... Aquila Squadron fall in and assist us with the traitor fleet...">..."Affirmative, Sir!""Aquila Squadron fall in and attack the enemy combat ships">coming closer to the fleet I can see that multiple ships have been struck>the oceanic battleship "Tanager" is already sinking>its hull split in two, the fore half already beginning to slip beneath the waves>the carrier "Geofon" is likewise burning as well>I pick out one of the cruisers>the targeting cogitator confirms that it is the Cruiser "Thiassi">I lock on and let lose all four of my Hellstrike missiles>after I launch, I pull up to evade out cannon fire from the stricken "Geofon">gaining altitude, I watch as my missiles hit their mark>the ship's hull, marred by heretical runes, is blown open in several locations>the resulting explosions igniting several large fires onboard >I liken it to funeral pyre of sorts>a fitting fate for a vessel that has turned its back on the God Emperor
>>98712667>>98707540>be Sargent Packmaster Rùoshuǐ (formerly Meatshield)>we're doing well>not amazing, but this is fairly standard for our missions>the beastmen units are scouting ahead allowing the rest of our units to preform sweaping searches for any resistance>did wonders for Singpo Island clean up and surprisingly the enemy didnt learn their lesson>besides a few ambushes we are handling ourselves well>turns out a full ram headbutt shattering your ribcage does really well against enemy "bonzai" troops>im getting flashbacks to the campagins on Chyna Secundus back under Commissar dà húndàn>burning the jungles of Nam'okgo, the Hive Cháoxiǎn civil war, the kovid plague wars>i feel the sting of my whip scars acting up>speaking of monsterous commissars, it appears the Jade Emperor has a sick sense of humor because the Commissar of the Happy Ending regiment is cut from the same cloth as ours was>Bibly swears she can get the shot off on them once a day but the sad truth is we're still a auxillary unit even if we're no longer technically penal legionaries>still i think she has softened abit since whatever unfolded on Pershah>the Happy ending regiment isnt exactly well preforming either. Killing their commissar for no good reason would burn what little good will we've built up with the Lord Rogue Trader>but we'll live we always do>another push through the bamboo forests is announced>our unit is closest to Hive Samar so we should be able to take it into view soon>our job thereon is to establish a means to observe its defenses, get that information to the Lord Rogue Traders forces and see if we can preform any acts of sabotage that will grant an easier victory>Samar is the main island held by the fallen Daimayo clans, its ports are securely held by its navy >led by one Admiral Kurtyita 1/3
>>98711058>>98711528>>98711836>>98711891>>98712413>Be Morgan Le Fae >Myself, Maegor and a few others make it to the top>Where we can start making a dent in the Orks>We have them by surprise>The Lieutenant starts opening fire>I also open fire with my shotgun blowing chunks out of Ork flesh>Maegor releases a volley of psychic fire>Burning the surprised Orks to charcoal and denying them the ability to reproduce via spores>I feel a shift in the warp somewhat >My Scier senses kicking in>Seems the larger Ork force are getting ready to come over>Their Leader an Ork Mek no doubt will fight us harder here thanks to the artillery pieces we intend to destroy>Denying the Orks usage of their big guns will set them back somewhat>Doubly so if the Mek shows himself >We kill him and the Ork tech tree gets sent back to the stone age and this warband loses its sense of direction without a boss>It will no doubt be difficult, unlike Warbosses, Meks prefer to stick to their machines >They still absolutely love getting stuck in don't get me wrong>But I've a feeling he himself will hang back to work on other projects
>>98712864>though judging by the sounds of aerocombat that might not be the case for much longer>in which case the Bannerman fleet would clean up Samar as easily as they did Singpo>turns out bringing a boat with huge fucking guns does wonders for ending sieges>though i suppose that means we're not planning on taking this world as we did Pershah>i guess there is a limit to how many times a rogue trader can do that sort of thing>be Bilby Bagend >i gingerly twirl the scope as i judge wind and drop distance>the bastard commissar of the Happy ending regiment is snarling orders again and pointing with their bolt pistol at some underdressed chav"bang">i lower the scope>not today>ya bastard>still its a nice mental excerise since i never got to act on my fantasy of killing dà húndàn myself>i join the rest of the rat bastards at the front as i lean onto the scope of my exitis rifle"hey Meatshield?""its Rùoshuǐ""whateva, that city we were sent ta find.""samar""yeh that one. any chance there is another one round 'ere we were never told about?""i dont like the sound of this....cut the comedy routineeen and tell me what you see.">tsk, she's getting huffy. she bleets into her gothic when she's huffy"its on fire." "its what?">she yanks the rifle from my hands and im dragged a few feet in the air by the strap as i kick my feet indignitly"focks sake ya can ask ya bint!""WHY IS IT ON FIRE?""fock should i know, aint that good?""did the radio report anyone actually landing at Samar?""nae?"2/3
>>98712873"THEN ITS NOT GOOD BILBY, WHAT IF ITS THE ORKS OR SOME OTHER HORRIBLE THING.""focks sake give me that.">i yank my rifle back as i stare through the scope as something rises over the walls of the city"huh....looks like them space marines that wot helped us out on Chyna Secundus.""WHAT?!?!?">she pales a bit"nae the angry yellow uns, the orange uns. from Pershah?">she calms a bit"oh....whew." >i stare through the scope as chew my lower lip>still...>these lot are a lot more in line with the angry lot from Chyna than the calmer lads if the carnage and flames are anything to go by3/3
>>98712872>>98712413>>98711891>>98711836>be da red mek>ma battlemap shows plenty of strat-e-gem>dem humies got up da cliff pretty quick and da boys round da artillery got wiped out>etha me loud shouta aint loud enough or dey waz deaf frum being round da canonz all day>still i aint happy>dey taking up defenseive locats round me canons>i aint worried dey gunna blow up before most da boyz get dere>doze are red mek orgi-ori->DEY MINE>and dat makes em dead 'ard.>soz i got time>issue is dem werid boyz dey got wif em>hard to deal wif humie werid boyz, one minute dey shooting fire and acting all 'ard and next dey explode into a daemon>aint nufink wrong wif dat, daemons are good krumpin>just werid>and some dem umies is short>like humie gretchen>means dere boss is tuff>not orky tough, but still, ta have ya own gretchen ta punt around>dats an important umie>even if e iz a big fuzzy>only a few boyz break from da treeline, da smalla n fasta-est of da boyz>aint gonna slow dem umies fer long..."oi, wotz taking da werid boyz so long?""dey keep popping ead'z mekboss!">ZOGGIN WERID BOYZ"fine, ready da expri-ment, dis is a good chance to take me new stompa fer a spin">i grin as i ready me Cog-hamma>humies busted up me last stompa, had to build me a new un>and sides, i can enjoy da view of da ships getting captured by me orkmarines from da view ova da cliffs betta>aint like the WAAAAAAAGHHHHWAY gate is gonna break while im gone>it zapz a git was standing too close to it and he starts speaking bout "krorks">another git krumps em for saying ORKS wrongHEHHEHHEHHEH>yeah, its workin perfectly az intended
>>98712606(1/2)>Be Sinistre, Champion of the Emperor’s Children, and Leader of Science Branch >I lounge in my improvised throne room, deep in meditation, one hand on the crystal ball I used to commune with the Seers, the other lightly resting upon the head of the naked slave who is making a spirited attempt to give me a blowjob. She is rather good at this, if she keeps this up, she may survive the night, though perhaps not in a form anyone will recognize >The Seers whisper cryptic messages into my mind >The associates of Roshi are either very smart, or very dumb >Luring a small force of Deathwatch to Club Sexo to distract me? Under normal circumstances I would just overwhelm them with the Marines of my own war band, and several other war bands who would no doubt travel from Yule Harbor for the standing bounty on gene-seeds alone>But defeating the Imperials isn’t the goal here, distracting them is >This planet is a treasure trove of ancient artefacts and imprisoned beings of tremendous power >Unfortunately its potential was only recently discovered, and now the Seers predict there is a high chance this world will be destroyed in the next few days by one of the many factions currently squabbling over it, either by accidentally unleashing one of the several hidden powers imprisoned here, or deliberately destroying it out of spite, or the misguided belief that ruining the planet will stop said hidden powers from fully emerging >So, not long after I commandeered every Schlick asset on this planet worth commandeering, I sent them all out into the storm to assist Science Branch in investigating the several dozen known ruins on the planet where items of interest could be potentially found and looted
>>98712988(2/2)>That leaves just a skeleton staff and a bunch of guests at Club Sexo to keep the Deathwatch occupied looking for Genestealers, none of whom know anything about the Schlick or other heretical activities, though most of them will probably be executed anyways if the Death Watch are in a bad mood, just for all the degeneracy and illicit drugs if nothing else >As for Roshi, well I am rather torn on that particular issue >The Seers say he will play a key role in saving this planet, but I also desire revenge for several past occasions where he wittingly or unwittingly spoiled my plans >Perhaps if something unfortunate were to happen to Spencer and Priscilla, that would sate my desire for revenge >For now
>>98707540>>98710620>>98712864>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader >Be overseeing the construction of infrastructure>Logistics win wars after all>The jungle is difficult terrain>For some reason the Amerigo and Happy Ending trailed off>But whatever >Once it is over I'll send over a recovery vehicle >Abhuman scouts report in that Hive Samar is aflame>By orange space marines>Queer >That can only be the work of one chapter>But it also mean our objectives are a bit clearer"Prepare for a offensive, objective: Aerodrome-09.">Then I contact the nautical navy"Commodore, sail with your fleet out to engage the enemy in the waters of Hive Samar.">If we keep this up the island will be ours in no time>Then the ghost of Isendavar appears>Is he dead?>No, its just psyker nonsense >Coming for a spot of tea, eh?>I am only too happy to oblige "Prepare my pavilion! And put the kettle on!"
>>98712872>>98712932>Be Morgan Le Fae>Moved up to one of the artillery guns with Maegor following me>More Orks coming from the tree lines "Maegor enemies approaching from the tree line, commence overwatch protocol""Acknowledged ma'am. BURN IN HOLY FIRE!">Maegor steps forward and warp energies shift around him and his head>Forming a projection of a dragon's head>He spews fire into the tree line and approaching Orks>Id best keep Maegor protected from potential sniper fire>Ork snipers might not be a thing but a stray shot can get lucky when it comes to Orks>Or if a Grot is shooting>Grots tend to be far more accurate then their bigger kin>Project a psychic barrier in front of Maegor>Keep my concentration on it>We'll focus the Orks so demolition crews in the Winter Guard can destroy the guns>I also feel my Scrier senses alerting me>Its big>If its what I think it is I'll need Tam and Maegor to link together with me to take it out>Alternatively we could try using the artillery guns>Even if the chances of exploding are higher for us
>>98710620>>98712606>>98713498>Be Farseer Isendavar>Hive Samar seems extra burny today>Must be the work of some dedicated pyromaniac >Flying in close to land near ol' Peregrine>But first I have to settle something for Spencer>The deathwatch arrivals mean most Eldar left the island by the backdoor >So I get on my vox-cast>I use psychic powers and my natural talents to feign the most un-eldar voice I can muster>As loud and crude as possible"WEEEEEEEEEeeelll, now sonny! Ah say boy! Ah say! Well now, I sure do appreciate yer report, and I'll be fixin' to look into it real good.">I might as well broach the subject of the Eldar>I have obtained Inquisitorial sanction for the time>But astartes don't often listen"Put it on speaker, yall need ta listen. Some other feller in the inquisition done gone and got all chummy with them pointy-eared Eldar folk, so we ain't allowed to purge them yet.">I hear complaint and groans from the other side"Yeah, yeah Ah know! Ah know! Ever since that gudfernuthing librul reformist Rob Gillman took ovah Terra thing ain't been the way the used to be! Damn knife-eared sunnovabitches.">The Deathwatch are arch-xenophobes>So talking poorly of my own race>Which they regard as supremely arrogant>Works in my favour>I then continue>Spouting positions so puritan that even other puritans would blush>Like how we should abolish the abhuman category >That only Terra based animals should be eaten>And a bunch of other nonsense before I cut it off"DAMMIT, I done asked fer bourbon in my java, not that rotgut whisky, boy! Wait, is this ting still on? sorry. Inquisitor J. P. Thustlewhacker out.">I saw that name somewhere once>Technically he's near St. Montana>And its JT Thustlewacker>But they'll blame the administratum for misspelling >I also send Spencer a private text messageThe ones at Club Sexo are plotting revenge, be on the lookout, and keep Priscilla on a leash or something like that.>I meanwhile, land(1/2)
>>98714019>Near a pavilion where he sits>Tea's ready>I should invite Caellamere over >And so I do>She arrives soon after>A kiss on the cheek>And on the other>Before we go and sit in the shade>Intricate details on the tea-set>Chyna porcelain I take it?>I take my first sip>Knight Grey>Hot>The best one available to Mon'keigh>But I have a gift>As is custom>A package of Maidenworld Eldar tea>The best of the best>A finer taste exists not"What you must understand lord, is that you have arrived where the main theatre of war is about to happen. Already, our foe is digging away at his ultimate goal ways down south. You must go there if you wish to halt Galmon's schemes.">I pause while watch Caellamere sip her tea>A fairer flower grows not upon a greener field>And alike in temperament to me>Which is why I like her on a personal level as well"The burning city is work of the Covenant of Fire, I know not wether they'll welcome you, but directly south the Dark Angels have landed near Aerodrome-09,I recommend you relief them, and see if you can get them to go with you down south.">And with business out of the way it is time for pleasantries>Having tea in comfort is so hard in this day and age>But this is as close as one can get I suppose(2/2)
>>98708081>Be Akari Sora, Drukhari Slave >The past few days, months, hours, weeks, however long it has been, has been pure hell >My ungracious host, Dracon Vaas, has tortured and violated me in ways I would have once not imagined possible >Elaborate cuts, brands, and piercings now mar my pale naked flesh, but they are merely decorative >The real torture comes from the discreet drug injectors embedded deep in me that can alter my mind and body at the Dracon’s cruel whim >One second even the slightest gust of air can induce terrible agony, the next second I become so detached it no longer feels I even have a body >One second my mind is muddled with rapidly changing emotions or surreal yet vivid nightmares, the next second my focus is absolute, and my thoughts move a thousand times faster than normal >The Dracon has taken to treating me like a dog, a collar around my neck attached to a chain that is always in his hand or attached to his belt >The collar induces horrifying levels of pain when I don’t keep up with him, or if I otherwise anger him in some manner >My legs no longer function as they should, and yet the chemicals have changed my body in other ways, it is now able to crawl with unnatural speed and endurance >My vocal cords no longer work the way they should either, except when Vaas desires it, which is rare >As apparent punishment for not understanding or appreciating his insane rants and monologues, Vaas has decided that pained panting is the only noise I am worthy of making, or sometimes agonized howls and barks >And yet, I am under no illusions this is the worse it can get >There are plenty worse off than me in the Drukhari lair, and the “Maestro” that Vaas has been escorting around is clearly capable of far worse than I can possibly imagine >I have already almost given up all hope, now there is only dread as I wonder what new unpleasant experience will soon be forced upon me
>>98713498>>98712705>Be General Whitworth>Damn muddy ground>Good thang we god ourselves those squat copters to fly out the wounded>Cause this ain't the place for vehicles>But did them Yanks listen?>Nah! better bog the bloody tanks straight into the mud>This ain't the place for tracked tin cans>All the better I suppose>Give me the chance to get the drop "Tzeentchu-haiku banz-ACK!">That'll teach ya>Orders are simple>Clear out the island>And keep the spearpoint firmly tipped south>To do that>And to help our supply lines>We're going to Aerodrome-09>Be Commodore Edward Morgan>Aye, it be a glorious day>Fine hulls and fine men>The waves be crashing>I scratch me beard>Finally>Something else then shore bombardement>Peerin' into the rangefinder of me flagship HMS St Nelson>Named for the patron saint of all ship wether they be on sea or in space>Aye, the Thiassi be struck>I suppose a salvo will send her to the locker>Aye, I've got more ordersLike keepin' an eye for submarines at restAnd huntin' down at least oneSo I give the command''Fire a broadside with our twenty-inch guns, destroyers in the fleet, sound the sonars, and ready the depth charges for a deadly greet.">I also contact the various squadrons in the air"Requesting permission to send sonar readings to flight commanders.">I watch as torpedoes are fired off>Now where are you fishy fishy?
>>98710384>>98714199>Be Dracon Vaas>Whilst Hoyt and Kali talk more about BonClaw my mind wanders else where>Namely to my Dog >Ain't she a beauty>Kali insists theres more work to be done to her but I enjoy what I've made>Helps that she somehow retains a tight cunt>Though watching her spasm at the slightest sensation due to the pain machines dug into her skin is more fun truth be told >She was quiet during the initial interrogation>Couldn't understand a single word I was saying >So reducing her to only sounding like a dog was fitting>I run a hand along her messy shaggy hair until I'm snapped out by Agony>The Sslyth woman slithering up and yelling at me"Get the Kabalitess togehter, once we get the location of the ssubmarines Hoyt wantss to mobilisse got it?""Yes Agony I got it, you going to get Morrigan?""Yess, Hoyt's little princess has had enough time to pamper hersself">She slithers away to the hanger bay where Morrigan is stationed "Well Doggy, we've got to go get the boys together. Come along">I tug her chain and start moving>Best gather the Kabalites and the Wracks together for the coming raid on whereever is holding the submarines we need in order to go destroy the necron tomb
>>98714531>>98710384>>98710306>Be Anne BonClaw>well>thats horrifying>still konnen byen, viv pi lontan>and a deal is a deal>i have my men go gather up the pale ear corpses and strip them of everything>then to chop them up, there are plenty of freaks or magos who will buy eldar organs or ears>all in all its going to settle accounts to mildly in the red compared to violently in the red like before>as im counting my new profits another pale ear appears>i gingerly shake his metal hand as i look him over"Se plezi mwen....">i dont like how he's staring at my missing leg>ive seen his type, artists they call themselves. Butchers by trade>he might get along with my chemist Earnhard>or he might flay him>still time to keep my end of the bargain"anyway boss....you ever wonder why the hive cities have so much tech? turns out we have prèt metal after all...they have secret trading spots all over the islands Most got taken over by the orks and traditè gadyen, hense why they had so much trouble ousting them until recently.">i take my time as one of my men rolls out a map of the world as i point a spot near St Solomon>the trades are few and far between given how isolated the prèt metal are>but even they need fresh bodies for their troops"if my information is correct the next delivery is set to land here. We'll need to hit them fast and hard, but you'll not only have your sousmarins, they'll be faster than any others on Pacifica." >plus i always wanted to get my hands on some of those zam yo kenbe pou tèt yo
>>98714531>>98714801>Be Archon Hoyt>Ah yes Kali has that effect on people, quite frankly they sometimes have it on other drukhari>BonClaw's men are set to work stripping my dead kabalites of their gear and bits of them"Hang on leave any dark lances, they hit with the same amount of punch as an Imperial guard Lascannon but on a portable frame. We'll want those for the Necrons">Figure we'd stop those from being completely sold off yet >I've got several dark lances but you can never really have enough dark lances>Kali heads along to the beaches probably to help dissect the dead keeping fingers for himself >In truth he's probably going to send them back to The Ring in Commorragh >Revive any Dark Eldar through pain>Of course I didn't tell BonClaw about this little factoid so it'll just look like Kali being eccentric >Vaas has gone to gather the Kabalites whilst Agony is getting Morrigan >The Deviant shadows me as BonClaw brings a map over>Marked down a known secret storage facility near Port Mosely>As well as talking about the Mechanicus presence being high>I figured the metal Monkeigh are mostly extracting oil from under the ocean>Perhaps even a few trying to find the Necron tomb>Metal Monkeigh love poking their heads in tombs>Apparently the next delivery is soon to arrive so we'd best act fast"Good intelligence gathering, as for speed. We've got it covered, lets get boarding up on the Ravagers and Raiders, we'll be supported by Razorwings.">I snap my finger and The Deviant stands upright>Vaas has assembled the Kabalites and got them loaded up on the Raiders and Ravagers>Kali has his various Haemonculi creations loaded up on The Ring's Raiders>Wracks and Grotesques oh my>Reaver bikes have their riders ready>And the hanger is booming to life with the sound of Razorwing engines>Vaas and Agony join back up into my Retinue as I board my personal Ravager>Time to intercept and get my prize >We ride out
>>98712413>>98712872>>98712932>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", leader of "Tom's Roughneck's">be at the ork artillery emplacements overlooking Caranda beach>we have wiped out the orks manning the guns>without the threat of heavy arty the Imperial Guard can now land their heavy armor on the beach head>speaking of which, I see our landing ship coming to drop off Kate and her Stormsword on the beach bellow>excellent, all is going to plan!>and then I hear one of my troopers yell!"WE GOT MORE ORKS COMING!">I look over to the jungle, orks are pouring out of the tree line>feth!>I order my men into defensive positions!>I get behind one of the ramshackle barricades and open fire>I make sure to shoot the squig suicide bombers first>then turn by fire on to a charging ork boy wielding two axes>as I load a fresh charge pack into my Recon Las-Carbine, I turn to Lil' Tom"Start rigging these cannons to blow! We cannot let these green skin bastards recapture these guns!">the kid starts to search his rucksack>then I hear...*waaaaaaaaaaaagh*>a ork fucking knob!>I grab Lil' Tom and dive out of the path of its massive mace>I dump a good portion of my Recon Las-Carbine's charge pack into it's face before it drops dead>Throne... that was too damn close>I look around to see that Tiny Tam has ran off some place...>where did that kid go now?!>this is not the time to running off!
>>98713498>>98714019>>98714276>>98710380>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader >Isendavar comes over>And he has brought along what I can only guess is his girlfriend or whatever>What's with the eyepatch?>I thought eldar could regrow lost organs>Anyway>Tea time>I show my pavilion>Well, its more of a mobile gazebo>But point still stands!>*sip*>Nothing like a nice spot of hot tea to cool off>A live-holomap shows off the troop movement of my forces>Let the lower-class peons trudge about in the jungle>It is only right that they do>Civilization must be brought to planets like these at bayonet-point>And for that men such as I must step over the corpses of ones lessers>"What you must understand lord, is that you have arrived where the main theatre of war is about to happen. Already, our foe is digging away at his ultimate goal ways down south. You must go there if you wish to halt Galmon's schemes.">South eh? well, considering how the hive has lost all military value it may as well be my new objective>Still, orange astartes? That sounds like..>"The burning city is work of the Covenant of Fire, I know not wether they'll welcome you, but directly south the Dark Angels have landed near Aerodrome-09, I recommend you relief them, and see if you can get them to go with you down south.">Well, considering the amount of antics I tend to get into with the Covenant those antisocial assholes might be a nice change of pace>Alright>Let's see>The navy is already beginning to engage the enemy upon the seas>And Whitworth and co. are near enough>And with the Aerodrome already his objective I might as well try to get in contact with the DA>Won't amount to anything>But whatever>Can't say I didn't try"To the honoured first legion's present commanding officer. I am the Rogue Trader Peregrine Ponsonby-Bannerman, we are in the area, and would like to offer aid."
>>98714276>>98710380>be Kronerberg "The Deranged", loyal scion and Lord Galmon's greatest warp sorcerer>be at my dig site on the southern tip of the island of Samar>more slaves have been brought in to hasten the excavation>finally some of the structure has been exposed>but I have not found the vault yet >oh so very disappointing>then my vox-slave returns>he reports that an Imperial oceanic fleet is assaulting Hive Samar>worse yet, Astartes have made land fall in the north>I must say I feel a migraine coming along >my whispers to are displeased>most displeased yes yes yes>very well, it was good that I had dispatched the Scinfaxi to lurk of the coast of Samar>well then now, time to give the Imperials a surprise they will not forget for centuries to come!>my whispers start to laugh with glee with what i have in mind!"Vox-slave! Dispatch the Raptor-cult to the Aerodrome! And hail the Scinfaxi, tell the captain to launch the burst missiles on the Imperial fleet!">he wisely bows and delivers my orders>yes...>those plasma burst warheads should do quite nicely>anything bellow 5,000 feet will be showered with burning plasmaSo yeah! Ysberin is gonna have Chaos Raptors to play with, and Commodore Morgan is gonna learn why the Scinfaxi is soo feared.Also... anyone willing to play as a batshit insane submarine captain?
>>98707099>>98715335>be Chapter Master Sun'data Libros Malakor>the purge of Samar goes well>these forces are unprepared for the damage a steel rain maneuver can bring upon the foe>their defenses were set up for assaults from the jungle, but this city has little defenses from the air or orbit>but even that is not enough to explain the ease we bring death to the traitors>the city is almost empty as if the hundreds of thousands that lived in its walls were emptied before our arrival>i see no signs it is a trap but i look to Chief Librarian Lebe Ashkeeper"what futures do you see brother?""many grim tidings, i see many embers all vying to make their flame the largest on this world. Not to mention the first legion are here...i sense they will find a trail to something they seek...something that may yet bring our forces into conflict if the enemy has their way...all while the servants of fate seek to protect the hand of Galmon." >i nod solemly>i look to one of the flamer squads that have cornered a few survivors >i step forward as i raise a hand to get them to hold their fire"I am Chapter Master of the Covenant of Fire, any who reveals the plans of their master will be granted absolution and spared from the flame" >one steps forward a boy of barely a few summers"i-i am Takeo...please lord, im no traitor to the Eternal Sun Emperor, they forced us to serve!">i nod, and gesture for him to continue despite the glares of his former allies"they serve one named Kronerberg....he takes us by the thousands to dig somewhere on the island!""where?""i-i do not know lord, now please grant me absolution!">i nod as i wave my hand and my flamer squad opens fire as i rest my hand on the young mans head"i grant you absolution young one. For the crime of betraying your duty to the Imperium. go into the next life knowing you have earned forgiveness" >i snap his neck quick and painless>there is only one fate for traitors>but his was quick that was my mercy
>>98710380>>98715335>>98715437>Be Master Ysberin>Filth>All of you>Filth>Not even worthy of cleaning my boots>The assault has gone well>These mortals aren't capable of stopping us>We have already destroyed the control tower and five out of six hangars>The Imperials will only need to use the landing strip>Most of them are in retreat down the underground facilities>Which we simply collapse>I don't care about the collateral>I am here to purge>After all, we the ones who can destroy not only you>But your culture, your religion, and the very memory that you ever were there>We exterminate>No pity>No remorse>Never forgive>Never forget>I hack off another heretics head>A lull in the fighting>And a message from a reprobate of the highest order>Rogue Traders, Pah!>Without discipline, without morals>But allies are allies>"To the honoured first legion's present commanding officer. I am the Rogue Trader Peregrine Ponsonby-Bannerman, we are in the area, and would like to offer aid.">Do you now?>Normally we wouldn't respond>That isn't our style>We fight alone>Even among our allies>Our objectives are our own as are our plans>And no command structure can interfere with that>Then I hear the sizzling of corrupted jumppacks>Raptors!>And a lot of them too!>Some of them sporting batwings>Angryliongrowl.mp4>Former Night Lords"From into formation, defensive patterns, kill as many as you can! For the Lion! For the Emperor! For the memory of Caliban!">*sigh*>I suppose that means we might as well get some support>I send back a message to Bannerman"We accept."
>>98712705>>98714276>>98715437>be Imperial Navy ace pilot Aquila-13>be the leader of the elite Aquila Squadron, aka the "Yellow Tails">be circling above the traitor fleet in the harbor of Hive Samar>searching for my next target>I have used all of my missiles>granted, most of the larger vessels are burning or sinking>the "Thiassi" is still burning...>the "Tanager" has slipped beneath the waves...>more explosions tear through the "Geofon">those where not ours...>looking at my IFF cogitator, it seems we have a friendly fleet inbound>then they contact us over the vox"Requesting permission to send sonar readings to flight commanders.">I reply"The is Aquila-13, affirmative. Awaiting data package">looking down I see a wake>its smaller vessel, a patrol boat of sorts armed with what appear to be Manticore missiles mounted on its stern>[pic related]>perfect, my las-cannons should make short work of it>I put my Thunderbolt into a dive on the missile boat>its bow mounted autocannons fill the sky with tracer fire>I target the ship with targeting cogitator and fire a few blasts with my Las-cannons>the first strikes the bridge, the second and third disable the autocannon>I pull up out of my dive to avoid crashing into the sea>I swing around for a second run>again I lock on and fire three blasts from the las-cannons>the last evidently hits something critical>perhaps the fuel tanks or the ammo magazine, as the vessels is lifted above the water by an massive explosion>looking behind as I fly over, I see its burning hulk slip beneath a burning sea...>gaining altitude, I rejoin my Squadron>surveying the damage, I can say for certain our work here is nearly done
>>98715743>>98715437>be Arakiel>i step out of the portal near the Sea Forts>Lord Galmon sent me to ensure the success of Kronenberg's work>i do not like the sorcerer, he is too reliant on his god>of all the scions i enjoyed Haek the most>and he is little more than ash now>his replacement could be far worse however>for now i serve as the fifth of his personal guard commanders>while all the scions are not space marines, each of the Personal guard is, we train, recruit, and ultimately bring to heel the warbands that have our cousins at their helm>The Scions do not have time to defeat each challenger that rises up from the hordes>to that end the five Chosen champions of Galmon are deployed to settle accounts in his stead>we also serve as a noose around the Scions neck should they push too far from his grip>but all that pales in comparison to his true goals>it is why he will always have my loyalty >i ignore the look of awe from one of the cultists as i glare at the dark mechanicus agent "status report">it chitters in demonic binaric"Samar is fallen, our lord Kronenberg seeks to operate his grand ambitions without issue"the daemon Medeaf has not been seen since it opened the way for the arrival of the Covenant of Fire""damned daemon what else?""the dark angels have landed at Aerodome -09"(1/2)
>>98715852>i tense"the dark angels...">i look over the seas, seeing some large whale creature moving in a pod>one of them is consumed by a massive set of jaws as a creature that could bite a titan in half surfaces for a moment>this world holds many nightmares>it reminds me of Caliban"inform the sea forts that they further reinforcments from Galmon are on their way, including chaos knights." >that raises spirits>loud screaming then rises over the crash of the waves>not the usual fan fair of cultists>i know that sound"INCOMING ENEMY UNITS">i ready my blade>with Samar fallen the rituals to directly summon troops to the Sorcerers location is impossible, then the Sea Fort is the only way to maintain a firm shield against what is swiftly appearing to be a heavy imperial reprisal "inform the sorcerer over Vox that he must hurry, the reinforcements will be waylaid." (2/2)i have Medeaf set to return in a major way later in the thread, probably around when the ork artillery plot is near its end since its related to the ork submarines
>>98712872>>98715203>Be Morgan Le Fae >Even with the tree line being stripped by Maegor's fire, the Orks dont let up>Now theres Nobz on the field>One going for the demolition team but the Lieutenant saves Tom from a grizzly end>Seems I must drop the shield"Maegor cease overwatch! I'm going in!">Maegor does so as I sling my shotgun over my back and pull out my force sword>A blade I have dubbed Skadi>I channel the warp into both it and myself"Activating Warp Protocol! Scrier's Gaze!">Tapping into the warp like this can be dangerous but with my Inquisitorial training I shall be able to endure the risks>I charge into the Orks and begin slashing them apart>Raw warp energy destroying the Orks bodies and leaving them as mere puddles of meat and bone>I was a Scrier >But in my heart, soul and mind>I will always be a battle psyker>Which is why I feel at home, when wielding my blade and getting knee deep in guts>All while keeping myself from suffering the perils of the warp>My face contorting to keep myself stable, hidden under my krieg gas mask
>Be Urist Dragonforge>IT IS ME>IT IS ME>I AM AN UNFORTUNATE SQUAT>IT IS ME>IT IS ME"YOU FUCKIN BEARDLINGS TURN DOWN THAT RACKET RIGHT NOW OR ILL SHOVE ME IRON FUCKIN FEET UP YER ARSE!!! I AM TRYING TO DO SOMETHING HERE!">Kids these days>Out of the pod for a month or so and already nuisance>That Umgi makes use of our gyrocopters to go where lorries won't go>And our airships as first aid posts before they transfer to field hospitals further aback>Where the hell is Karl?>Never mind that>What is going on on this island>A burning umgi have>Hah! umgak flammability>If we have built it would have withstood the sun itself>No dragon could melt it>Are there still dragons?>Do dragons exist?>Focus Urist>Your trying to do some triangulation>This Overlord Airship has been built for combat duty>So no first aid posts here>All the better"Prepare the napalm, lads! Keep yer noses closed and open a beer.">I put in the coordinates>Below us the jungle comes alive with screaming chaos-umgi
>>98715203>>98713578>>98712932>>98715915>be da red mek>lets tak a look at da battlemap>yep>dats a battlemap>lots of dots on one end getting mucked up by otha dots>dats what i like ta see>...>WAIT DEM DOTS GETTING MUCKED UP IS US>ZOG!>i punt me abuse gretchen and start slamming da controllers to make this move fasta>da boyz are rallying round me GorkNMorkanaught too>one of dem big boyz da WAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHWAY gate summoned is trying to krump da small gretchen umie when he gets all glowie>ah zog 'ere it comesPOP>zogging werid boy magics>letz see how strong you iz when i get ya in ma killa supa powa claw>...>wots dat screamin sound from da air?>one me Mag'os leans in"BOSS WE GOT BEAKIES COMING DOWN FROM ABOVE, DEY GONNA LAND IN DA WOODS BETWEEN US AND DA UMIES!">BEAKIES?!?!?>i stick ma 'ead out to scream at dem at da sky"DIS IS CHEATING YA GITS FIGHT FAIR!!!!">dey crash into the front line of da forests>zog me dis is just getting more n more difficalt>i grab me squigskull "CALL DA SQUIG RIDAS!"
>>98715915>>98716021>Be Morgan Le Fae>As I'm carving the horde a new presence burns into my mind >I calm myself as to not be overwhelmed>My eyes widen at what is approaching>The equivalent of an Imperial Knight>Classification Gorkanaut or Morkanaut>It looks like a fusion of both kinds slapped into one>Not large enough to be a stompa but still a brutal ramshackle idol of the Orks two Gods>Then I see the heavens fall>Marine drop pods being deployed>Strange I don't remember any vox operators calling for reinforcements>I'll have to see which chapter it is at assisting us>Emperor preserve me if its the Marines Malevolent or the Angry Marines>For now I best turn my attention back to the Orks>My Scrier's Gaze is dying out>I'll have to plunge myself back into it in order to keep up with orks in melee>I do wonder if the demolitions team have finished rigging the guns>I shall also have to find Tamera>I need her and Maegor to join me in unleashing a powerful psychic smite if we are to take down the Ork's GorkNMorakanaut>The Mek should be in there so blowing it up should kill him and cause these Orks to scatter >This might work
>>98714019>>98715335>Be Farseer Isendavar>Ah, tea>All Eldar know a good tea when they see it>*sip*>For a Mon'keigh blend it suits just fine>I don't expect to be treated like royalty out here>Although...>Nah, corsair titles aren't going be held up in court>And my own lineage is prestigious enough>Now, while meddling with the Mon'keigh is fun and all >I have a date to attend>A flying one>So me, Caellamere, and Aenarion take flight"Look those Mon'keigh are burning down there own houses""Oh they don't care about that, Mon'keigh kill each other for being late">There is nothing quite like it>Free in the clouds>Her arms hugging me>Cat on lap>Riding a big bird>If he looses a feather I'll give it to her>Love>It is a strange thing>But that reminds me>While everybody is having fun and mucking about we are left in the cold>I don't know how well my force does as an independent army>The portents show that the likelihood of Kronerburg getting a heavenfall blade shoved up his arse are increasing>Marines have a tendency to tip the scales like that>So I am taking a little gamble>By going on a sidequest!>Time for some field exercises>And where better than a theatre yet untouched>We stealthily descend to the ranger outpost on the Isle of Mari"Autrach, the concentration of enemy troops?""Most first-rate troops have been reassigned to other islands.">Ah good"Them we shall strike hard, and we shall strike fast. We are the artists of war, but we haven't fought united yet.">I look them over >Ulthwé, Saim-hann, Iyanden, harlequins, minor craftworlds and now corsairs>What a reunion>Now, to see the united prowess of the Eldar>I draw my sword"Come kin, the time for battle is once again upon, as ever the bloody hand shall point the way, in our hearts and in our souls. Now we shall drive these tainted Mon'keigh into the abyss which awaits them. Shatter them like the fragile creatures they are!">Now our battle begins>We shall hit them hard
>>98716124>>98716021>be Paige Pius II>i hate>i hate >i hate >I HATE>as my armiger screams in protest as it shifts and jostles in the buffting winds>i was able to climb up the left most side of the cliff where it turned from a sheer cliff face to a bunch of jagged rocks>I had thought that finding out i couldnt join the main attack my lord would allow me to remain aboard the ship and see if there were any lonely seawomen i could "pray with">but noooooo>"you need to build your own legend if you're ever to become a proper knight Paige">did he forget that the only way to earn a real knight to best the pilot in combat or if the pilot dies and relegates it to you>neither is good for me>that said it seems most of the orks are focused on the felinids and not the armiger coming up from the side>and Faithful Servant is pretty fast even for an amiger>the sounds of combat seem to be getting louder the closer i come>as im running through the woods of the forest i notice there are things running alongside me>big>red>lots of teeth>Smasha Squigs!>i bring the chainblade up as one tries to slam its head into me>it bisects as the rider keeps his momentum1/2
>>98716699>we seem equally surprised to be coming up with each other, im just faster in recovering>i feel the therma spear warming as one of the riders swings his oversized spear around to push it to the side sending a bolt of heat burning through the trees as several collapse>its roughly 16 riders, 15 after i finished bisecting the first one>its a game of rushing around each other trying to get the upper hand while avoiding, or in the case of the squigriders, slamming through, the falling trees and underbrush>one good hit and they'll pile onto me>however the closer they get the more dangerous i become>i manage to burn a ratling sized hole in one smashasquig that gets too close as its rider is sent flying into the air before spearing himself through the mouth as slams into a tree >three are chasing right behind me>2 more on my left>four on my right>one trying to push from the front again as the xenos try to herd me like dire wolves on Sevenboroughs wearing down a forest trollgoth>unlucky for them, im much smarter than a trollgoth>cuter too>i bring my knee up as leap forward crashing the full frame of Faithful Servant into and through the rider and mount>that leaves 3 more i can't stop>they seem to remember their mission or their leader is among them as he leads two of the riders back towards the location the Felinids are holding>hope they can hold their own until im done here>i swing my blade around as i use the momentum like a blade dancer to keep pressing forward>my heart is thrumming, as aloof as i am, im still a noble of Sevenborough>and no noble knight's heart doesnt scream with the code Chivalric in the midst of a charge2/2
>>98711528>>98712413>>98715203>>98716021>>98716124>Be Felinid Sergeant Kitten “Pussy In Boots” McPurr>I make it to the top of the cliff before anyone else >An Ork is taking a piss near me >Huh, they do have dicks, sort of >I take off his head with my monomolecular bladed machete >I pull out the plasma pistol I recently “acquired” and start one-shot-one-killing the other Orks loitering around between the cliff edge and the artillery >The frequent lightning flashes and loud winds mean even the bright blue flashes of the plasma pistol draw little attention >Tom, Tam, Tiny Tom, and Stacey are up next, and then the two Inquisitorial types, and their lasfire, flamer fire, and other fire start drawing more attention, but by then it is too late and we have wiped out the artillery crew, though shortly after more Orks flood in from the jungle as we take up defensive positions >The pyro psyker and the other psyker help keep the Orks at bay while we think of ways to destroy the big guns >And then a heavy Ork Knight-equivalent shows up >And then Space Marine drop pods start landing nearby >This is about par for course on a Roughnecks mission, sometimes when things escalate quickly, they really escalate, really quickly >Oh well, enough lollygagging, I resume making a big pile of every Orkish explosive or flammable looking object next to on of the Ork big guns, which I will then detonate with my melta charges >That should produce a big enough bang to take down one gun, or all three, or the whole cliff, you never know how potent Orkish stuff will end up being >That is okay, I like surprises >And Lil Tom can handle any guns that survive with his recoil mechanism sabotage
>>98715915>>98716021>>98716124>>98716742>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", leader of "Tom's Roughneck's">be at the ork artillery emplacements overlooking Caranda beach>be fighting the ork counterattack along with my recon platoon>and I have to say, the psykers with us are doing damned good work >I am now currently providing McPurr coving fire as she rigs a few melta charges on one of the ork cannons>a few shells go flying over my head, forcing me to duck>where is the fething bastard who shot at me>I find the ork shoota responsible>a short burst from my Recon Las-Carbine does the job>I then hear crashing coming from the jungle ahead>...>what the feth is->ITS A FETHING ORK TITAN!>as small one yes, but still the thing is the size of a knight walker!>I yell to Lil' Tom"GET THE FRAKKING KRAK ROCKETS!">i know that some of our troopers brough so called "Tread Fethers" with them>but don't know if that will be enough to take that ork walker>then I see Flamer Trooper Stacey look up at the stormy sky above>what is she lo->oh>Drop pods incoming>Astartes back up!"Hahahaha! Emperor be praised! We Astartes inbound!">oh the greens skins are soo frakked right now
>>98716742>>98716876>>98716021>be Forgemaster Mandé.>steel rain>it has not always been effective against the ork forces as the Blood Ravens could tell you>but our goal is to cut the ork horde in half and allow the Felinids time to destroy the guns>one of my forge guard alerts me that the Ork have a Gargant marching towards the battlefield>i did not think the orks had such capacity>then again the auspex may be misleading given the strange construction of this xenos machine>grim tidings but we do our duty to vulkan>i admit there is another reason to my undertaking of this mission>i wish to meet this abhuman guardsmen Axum spoke of>as our drop pods crash into the brush we advance from the front, blade and flamer engulfing the orks as we cut their advance force in half>we must buy time>as we are now we lack the resources to damage the ork walker >so we must rely on the guardsmen completing their mission while we handle the brunt of the orkish aggression>our drop pod location choice was not random>with the three pods funneling the orks we have reduced the advantage of their numbers>now the only true threat at the moment is the ork walker
>>98717074>>98716876>>98716742>>98716124>be Lil Tom>my head is ringing from watching that ork nob head explode showering me with ork skull pieces"geb- the fra-----king----kra----kets""what?""GET THE FRAKKING KRAK ROCKETS!">wha->i see the trees parting"oh my feth-">i start running up and down the line>or limping would probably be a better description>i was throwing my guts up less than a hour ago then had to climb a rope in pouring rain and high speed winds>this feels closer to tempestus scion training than whiteshield duties >i gather up every krak rocket we brought>not alot, we were really expecting to be setting charges not shooting them from a distance>still we have 8>thats good right?>8 can kill an ork walker>right?>the space marines arrive and i actual cry>they can handle this>they exit the woods and start walking towards us clearing out the remaining orks between us and the opening to the woods>okay...>i dont see anti tank weaponry with them>I DONT SEE ANY ANTI TANK WEAPONTRY WITH THEM
>>98717568>be tiny tam>im soaked>my robes feel so much heavier now than they usually do as i kick a gretchen trying to go for a stab on Maegor's thigh>it was playing dead until he passed over it>its neck snaps like kindling sticks>i shoot it with my lasgun just to make sure>i get a flash of something>big, angry, orky>i can see Morgan got a hint of that too>meks dont carry a psy presence>that was one of the lessons i learned from Ayin in xenos psy-ology>there is only one type that does>there are "psy-orks" in that thing>or werid something or others as they call it, i dont speak ork>that means we can use it like a lightening rod if we get enough psyhic might together it might explode>im about to run up to morgan when all of a sudden several four legged squigs being riden by very angry orks with spears burst from our east side>one of our heavy gunners gets trampled as they start trying to close in on the artillery>okay no time to link up, think tam
>>98717572(forgot to upload the finished version)>what do i know about squigs>i know Wilbur...>Wilbur hates being touched>so why are these squigs allowing these orks to ride them and pummel them with sticks>because they can't throw them off>i decide to do something crazy>i try my mental suggestion with the squigs"GOTTAEATGOTTAEATGOTTAEATGOTTAEATGOTTAEATGOTTAEATGOTTAEAT""BIG MEAN STINKY GREEN THING HITTING ME HATEHATEHATEHATEHATE""CANTGETITOFFANGRYANGRYANGRY!!!""ROLLTOSSITOFFEATGREENTHINGKILLKILLKILL">i snap back to reality and i see im biting my own arm>blood is pooling in my mouth and my left arm of my robe is slowly becoming red>note to self, NEVER FETHING TRY THAT AGAIN>i dont know what happens but i have to remember how to use my arms and that im not a ball of angry teeth>it works somewhat as one of the squig things rolls like a Nordican snow pig as it crushes its rider and then becomes much mores distracted with eating him than following its friends
>>98714875>>98714801>be Skiratii Aquarius Thull 44 B8>we are disconnected from the noosphere and the station has gone into lock down>we were set to collect another trade of condemned unenlightened chattel for resource utilization>but we have been disconnected>so we wait>the resources have become restless, even moreso than usual>the storage containers are ringing with fist on metal as they scream inquires about where they are going, to be released, why we have not left yet>requests denied>we continue to wait>the holy dark must not be breached>we must gain permission>the auspex servitor issues an alert"warning: xenos aircraft detected entering air space""affirmation: send all units to combat protocols""Query: shall we send request to St Solomon for combat assistance?""denial: we have not been given orders to inform the unenlightened the nature of our cargo. Let not the Holy Dark be Breached""Afirmation: Let not the Holy Dark be Breached">our combat patrol readies to repel the enemy xenos at any cost, several Myrmidon Destructors are sent to secure the beaches with an armored company of ocean adjusted Skorpius Duneriders>all units connected to the noosphere are given the status "expendable" save the submersable transport ship the E-M-M-8 >let not the holy dark be breached
>>98717074>>98717568>>98717572>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", leader of "Tom's Roughneck's">I am tempted to jump for joy when I see the Astartes drop pods slam into the orks>I am even more elated when I see the chapter livery!>Its the Covenant of Fire! >the Astartes strive forth and begin slaying orks in the manner that only such they can>but I notice something...>they don't seem to have heavy weapons with them...>feth...>then out of the jungle come...>Squigs... ridden by grots?!>are these green skin bastards trying to execute a cavalry charge>i shoot one of the grots of his mount>the Squig, on the other hand only seems angrier>so I shoot that little bastard for good measure>As I am changing another charge pack, Lil' Tom comes running up with a few Krak Rockets>he says we only have eight of them>damn, I think we are gonna need more than eight>we could call in support from our Stormsword, but it will take time to get into range>time that I do not think we have!*boooom*>I look over to the western edge of the line>a big cloud of dust and smoke is rising up from where squad 4 was...>I try voxing them...>no response...>it always squad 4...>I take one of the Krak Rockets from Lil' Tom and flip the arming switch>I aim for one of the bastard's guns"Clear back blast!"*KAPOOOOW*
>>98717841>>98717572>>98717568>>98717074>>98716742>>98716699>>98716124>Be Morgan Le Fae >Marine chapter identified >Its The Covenant of Fire>Ah the same chapter that was on Chyna Secondus and the Pershah Gulf>Not kitted out with any anti tank gear other then short range meltas >Not good for taking out the Orks' knight >theres also the large amount of squig riders running amok>Maegor and Tam link up with me and I feel Tam delving her mind somewhere>Shes going for the Squigs>Turning them against the Orks by presumably playing into their dislike of being pushed around and their hunger>Solid plan>Only downside is Tam has been biting her arm to the point blood is soaking into her clothing"Steady yourself Tamera and link your mind with me and Maegor">The Lieutenant fires a krak missile at the Ork Knight>Targeting its weapons>Solid plan but we don't have enough Krak missiles>So we'll have to smite the thing"Psykers activate Warp Protocol United Smite">I stand to Tam's left whilst Maegor stands to her right>Both of us outstretching our right hands>Gathering and channeling the warp through us>Charging a smite like this can be hazardous>But with the three of us linked together we can save each others minds from succumbing to the perils of the Warp
>>98716143>Be Princess Sari Jumaat, Despot of Mari >For too long, the Malay people have been overlooked, forced to be vassals to those who the Imperials see as more civilized than us like the Daimyos Clans and the Merchant Lords >Mari is now the last bastion of our ancient culture, where traces of the old pagan ways still linger, mocked as baseless superstition, recorded in history books for the idle rich, or represented by faded statues and stone carvings in the oldest buildings and ruins >But the Cult of the Many-Headed Monster breathed new life into the old stories >Some took monstrous shapes resembling creatures from the old stories >Others gained magics like in the ancient legends >And some like me gained both >My royal bloodline and newfound persuasive magic made me useful to the hidden sponsors of the Cult, and they sent me soldiers and military advisors from the Iconoclast Cohorts and the Daimyos Clans to help me seize control of Port Mari >But since then, they have taken far more than they have given >My best soldiers have been deployed elsewhere, along with much of the weaponry we seized from the local PDF>Now many still loyal to the Emperor, or perhaps just horrified by mutants and magic, are revolting across the island >And now there are reports that Eldar raiders are attacking my forces in my city, picking apart my forces with their superior skill and agility >But not all hope is lost >The whispers in my head speak of ancient power deep beneath the city >Daemons trapped in statues in ancient crypts >And it is in my power to awaken them
>>98714875>>98717654>Be Razorwing Ace Pilot Morrigan>My Razorwing squadron raced ahead of the main force to scout ahead>Seems the metal men have started getting ready for us>No element of surprise is disappointing >I get on the comms to call Dad"Dad they are expecting us, main force has quite a lot of heavy weapons, be advised.">My squadron begins a preliminary assault>Firing shatterfield missiles at the building enemy>Shatterfield missiles are interesting things, as it has two separate detonation chambers >The first sucks out all the heat in an area, freezing anyone caught in its radius >The second unleashes a powerful energy blast shattering the frozen targets>Should do some nasty work>Be Archon Hoyt >We are approaching our prize>Scanners on our Ravagers and Raiders have found it approaching the secret port>Morrigan has started the attack against rallying Mechanicus forces>Alright let's see how to handle this>At my disposal are twenty Ravagers and 30 Raiders>I get on comms"I want 5 Raiders to stick with me and my Court, we'll be breaching into the submarine and killing all its crew. The rest of you shall keep the Mechanicus off our backs">Vaas is stifling back mad laughter, chain holding his slave attached to his belt"Vaas nows not the time, steady yourself. You can start laughing like a maniac when we butcher the submarine crew>he starts to calm down"Ok Hoyt, ok">I pat his shoulder"Atta boy Vaas. Kali you going to direct your forces on the beaches""Yes I shall">As Kali says that one of the Haemonculi occupied Raiders pulls besides my ravager"Toodles">Kali leaps to the Raider and it speeds ahead to join the other 24 Raiders in assaulting the beach
>>98717877>>98717841>>98717572>>98717568>>98717074>>98716699>>98716021>be da red mek>we com up to one dem drop roks da beakies useCRASHHEH>look to me battle map"WHAT DA ZOG HAPPENED TO DA SQUIG RIDAS">one me Mang'os speaks up"dey got krumped by a umie killa kan boss!">ZOG IT>we runnin outta time and im getting propa angry>im about to use me big red button when one me dakka ports explodesOI>no more mista nice red mek>i hit all me buttons at once>dakka mows down trees n squigs and a few beakies as me biggest spinna dakka opens fire>Gretchen ridden missles launch out da back by da doze- by da doz->LOT OF EM>but me magnem opus>me ZAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP CANON>several werid boyz wot got too werid to be trusted even fer da collection o freaks Snake Eatas got were popin too many 'eads>so i took dem heads stuck some wires in dere brains to link em together, stuck da in a WAAAAAGHHHH Generator and made me a zap canon>now i aint sure what it shootz>cause i aint tested it before>but i hit da biggest red button as da chest opens up>da Zap canon charges up as i spot i take a nice look out me see fartha >all dem werid gits da humies got are holdin hands and closen dey eyes"KISS YER TEEF GOODBYE YA WEAKLINS IZ DA SMARTEST MEK DERE EVER WAZ!">i look up as da sky darkens>iz dat my doin>the ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPP canon fires as some big angry lookin lightening hits da glass were i kept da weridboy 'eads"ah zog me">everthing goes green as i use me secret technique"been saving dis since last Orkmass">i hit the secret button on me arm>me locks disengage, da fuel mixes, and i make sure im not standind under anyfink>no way me bodies getin outta dis one>so i gotta use me 'ead.>literally>as i watch me GorkNMorkanaught too go up in a flash of green waaaagh explosions i wonder ifin i should have put legs or somefink on my 'ead ejection port>eh, dings to work on lata once i get back ta da Waaaaaghway gate>...>hope it aint a squig dat finds ma 'ead first
>>98712333>Be Phsiher>Be the leader of the Lords out of Chiro>I reel myself from another series of horrid images>I groan as I seemed to have killed another navigator in another state of mania>Remind myself to snatch another one when we leave"Gien, did you fix your vox communicator like I said?">The fool doesn't say anything*sigh*>As I begin to leave another headache starts coming in>I will myself not to even feel a single moment of it>Notice several alarms and warnings going off>Also notice we're being hailed by Imperial ships for identification >Tell the officers to just fire upon them>Make my exit for the transport because this would've been a pain to deal with>Whatever brought me to this planet must be something important
>>98715335>>98715743>>98715437>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader >And so they leave>Cheerio now>A pity they couldn't stay longer>I have some time to kill>Although>Hahaha>Right on schedule>Whitworth informs me the jungle>And with it, the roads>Are clear and open>Excellent>And the Dark Angels accept my offer>Very good>Bit terse though>So the armoured columns can start to move>Fun thing about airfields is that they need have a large clearance surrounding them>So this will be were my Praetorians can shine>Field guns and tanks are already rolling forth>We spot the 1st Legion>And what better way to help then with my new toy>A heresy era Fellblade super-heavy tank>Repainted and improved by my trusty Jokaero>Still keeping it safely on the road though>No muddy grave for you>But I know what to do"Tally ho, lads! At the ready, march!"https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=spGutjhgC2I
>>98716143>>98717900>Be Farseer Isendavar >The battle has begun>We move unseen>The Chaos Mon'keigh are slow and clumsy >We go not to their cities>We stalk them in the jungle>Stalk >Ambush >Annihilate>These feeble creatures have neither wit nor strength >I wipe out multiple columns on my own>But there are also pleasantries >Cheering human villages"You saved us! Praise be the Emperor!">Yeah, yeah, whatever>I don't sense the taint with you>So the Mon'keigh can purge you later>I do sense something else>Ah yes>Trying to get daemons to bail you out>That never backfires>But the best way to fight them>Is to simply not be there at all>So we appear>Dissappear >And keep clearing out the interior>The terrain here gives us the advantage >Their units are too small to stop us>And we dissappear if they send a larger force
