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Post by Catachan Colonel on May 30, 2008 0:06:59 GMT -5
The Fall of “Out”. (Group Fiction)
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The snow crunched under the heavy boots of sergeant Aetius as he marched back to the command bunker. There was not much to be seen in these bleak snow covered mountains except rocks are hardy evergreen trees. Sergeant Aetius knew it because he had just lead his scout squad on an extended patrol through the most rugged part of the mountains. He had come back to the remote command bunker to report into the Captain of the Ultramarine’s 3rd company.
“Captain the passes into and out of this valley are still clear of enemy forces. We should be able to receive reinforcements assuming that they are dispatched,” Aetius reported.
Captain Fabian thanked the scout sergeant for his report. With a salute he dismissed the sergeant. The scouts would begin another long range patrol. It was critical that the captain knew the disposition of the passes out of this valley. All through the night what would have been described as a meteor shower had rained upon the mountains all around them. Captain Fabian knew better. It was no meteor shower but instead the mycetic spores of an approaching hive fleet. These spores and the warriors within them were far in advance of any actual fleet but would call those ships forth. They would also attack the Imperial defenses and make ready for the arrival of their fellow xenos.
The Ultramarines here had been lucky. The hive fleet had been spotted still far out in deep space by Grand Crusader Garithos and a company of the Scarlet Crusaders. The Scarlet Crusaders had gone to attack the still dormant tyranids within their ships while the Ultramarines came to this world to prepare its defenses. Captain Fabian wished the Scarlet Crusaders luck. He knew that their attack could not stop the Tyranids inevitable approach but could inflict horrible losses that may be the difference between success and failure. Captain Fabian hoped that he would see Grand Crusader Garithos again, but know it was unlikely.
The Ultramarines had arrived on this world before its current governor even know there was danger. The world he learned was whimsically named “Far Out” by its original settlers due to its distance from holy terra. In modern times the world was no where near the edges of the Emperor’s domain. The planets current people shortened their world’s name to “Out” unwilling to go through the adeptus bureaucrats to make a formal change.
Captain Fabian was happy to see that the governor had been assigned Colonel Zhukov and the Valhallan “Killer Dogs.” They were able soldiers and had a history of reliable service. Captain Fabian’s predecessor had worked with the colonel on a number of occasions. There was nothing but good things to say. Colonel Zhukov began preparing the defenses of the world’s five major cities and the arming of fresh conscripts from across those cities under order of the planet’s current governor.
Why was Captain Fabian out in the freezing winter snows surrounded by hostile aliens? What was so important about this lone bunker in the mountains? It commanded an ancient missile screen of dating back to the age of strife or even before. Tech Marine Sulla had gone into the bunker to make repairs to its systems and bring it online. Until he was finished and the bunker could be manned by men under Colonel Zhukov’s command it was up to the Ultramarines to hold this position. For now they waited and worked.
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To be continued...
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Post by McCommander on May 30, 2008 10:52:28 GMT -5
A green light flickered in the darkness. It had several times before, but eons had past between it's short bursts of life. This flicker was different. It wasn't stopping. The flicker quickened in it's pulse becoming almost erratic in it's anticipation. It had for hours now. Then, the unthinkable happened. It went solid.
A single unnatural light of cold green dimly lit an underground chamber of immense proportions. The light was alone, but it had the power to awake others, many others. It had to be sure. For millennium it had been tasked with with waiting, scanning; looking for an energy source on the surface of both significant mechanical and biological nature. It had found one, but needed more readings.
The light began to move. At first on 8 mechanical legs and then began to float high in the chamber due to it's own arcane technologies. Running continuous self diagnostics. the mechanical creature, the shape of small disc, circled the wide chamber. It's one green eye taking in the state of everything. Terabytes of information were being compiled.
Once satisfied, the creature shot to the roof of the chamber with incredible speed. Activating a disruption field around it's body, literally disintegrating the bedrock above it, the scarab burrowed toward the surface.
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Post by Catachan Colonel on May 31, 2008 1:23:49 GMT -5
Captain Greyburn stood in front of a jury of his superiors awaiting judgement under the Tactica Imperium. Ten commissars and an Essex High Commander General Sam one of the highest officers of his homeworld stood in judgement over the young officer. They had herd his testimony over his failure to defend Nissin 3 from the forces of chaos. They listened to the appeal of Con. Von Stieger a Risan officer of good reputation who had also stood under trial for his failures at Nissin 3. Captain Greyburn was not hopeful. He was likely to be a scapegoat for the loss to chaos forces. The officers in front of him would not blame the space marines or the eldar or even Con. Von Stieger.
The battle against the chaos forces was now some one else’s problem. He had heard that the Iron Dragons had gotten off the world running the blockade again. They continued to harass the triumphant chaos forces with brutal hit and run strikes for which the Space marines were so good. Nissin had been lost however. His forces lost and routed. He would be lucky to lead a squad of men again in his lifetime.
Captain Greyburn stood under a harsh white spotlight in the dark courtroom. He could see the jury of superior officers take their seats again. High Commander General Sam looked to the group of commissars and asked, “Has the jury made its decision?”
A tall man in a grey dress coat stood up. He fixed his stern bionic eye on the defendant. It was Commissar Courtney a war veteran of countless campaigns. His iron gaze displayed not the hint of mercy or weakness. “We have General Sam. We find the excuse of an officer responsible on all charges. We have decided on administrative punishment equal to the Emperors world that he alone is responsible for losing.”
High Commander General Sam looked to the defendant and scowled. “So be it, but I doubt that this one deserves such mercy.” The General shook his head disappointed in the verdict. “Captain Greyburn first you are to be stripped of rank to that of a Junior Officer. You will surrender all badges of office and decorations of your former rank and status. You will then take command of a company of Essex regulars until a better officer can be found to replace you. Then you will join the Adhoc Companies under command of Colonel Von Stieger who has also been resupplied and reassigned. Your forces will be sent with due haste to the Emperor’s world “Out.” You must arrive before the Shadow in the Warp over takes the system. There you will prepare defenses for attack by a hive fleet designated Goliath. This will likely be your doom but could be your last chance to prove yourself in front of the Emperor. Pray that you do not fail our immortal lord and master again.”
High Commander General Sam Slammed a gavel down ending the court room proceedings. “You are dismissed Lieutenant Greyburn. Make way to your departing ship and your new post.”
Lieutenant Greyburn immediately surrendered the badges and honors of his former station. He was amazed that he had been given so light a punishment. He expected that this meant that the world he was being sent to was in even worse shape than Nissin 3 had been. Lieutenant Greyburn was determined however with his second chance he would prove to the Emperor and his superiors that he could rise again to a spot as a valued commander.
Lieutenant Greyburn and Colonel Von Stieger were on their way to “Out.” Once again brave men and women would be under their command and the fate of a world would be in their hands.
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To Be Continued
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Post by Catachan Colonel on Jun 9, 2008 8:48:27 GMT -5
The boarding torpedo slammed into the side of the immense tyranid space creature. Bright yellow puss sprayed out into the void of space as the front of the torpedo painfully bore its way deep into the flesh of the Vangaurd drone creature. The space marines inside the torpedo swore they could hear the creature cry out in pain as their vessel dug its way into the living ship.
The front marine saw their boarding door light go green. This indicated that the torpedo was deep enough into the creature that his squad could disembark into the hollow innards of the living ship. The marine readied his storm bolter and drew out his power sword before commanding the boarding torpedo to blow its explosive bolts and eject the door from its side.
As the sergeant left the confines of his craft the heads up display in his helmet switched on. Ancient scanning equipment in his tactical dreadnought armor scanned the area penetrating the walls of the chamber only barely. It would not be much but it may give he and his team the smallest of warnings to ward off ambushes from the creatures that the vanguard harbored. Four other loyal space marines all in tactical dreadnought armor lumbered out of the torpedo behind him. They each scanned the room and quickly took positions to flank their sergeant.
The terminator sergeant looked at his heads up display all indications were good. Each of his squad members was in optimal condition. He activated the vox caster built into his helmet. “Scarlet Crusader squad four to Command. We have safely arrived and are commencing cleanse operations.”
A voice returned through the sergeant’s earpiece. It was Master Archivist Antinidas. “Proceed with your mission, squad four. Purge the dormant cerebrate hive node “Soles”. From here I can feel the Xenos’ fear Expect acts of desperation from that hive node and its brood. The Vangaurd drone creature is almost in the Out system. The Emperor’s world is relying on the damage you inflict. You are Scarlet Crusaders. This is your crucible. When you have completed this mission report again to command and control.”
Scarlet Crusaders terminator squad four began its march into the living vessel. They would find the cerebrate hive node and destroy it.
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To Be Continued
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Post by Soleman on Jun 10, 2008 17:17:37 GMT -5
Deep in the dank darkness of the Vanguard, the sergeant moved cautiously, leading his men in search of the hive mind while constantly shifting his gaze all about and to the ancient scanner, looking for the signs that the enemy was approaching. He knew they would come and overwhelm his small group eventually, he only hoped that he could complete his objective first. Wanting to at least give a visual account of his last heroic duty to the Emperor, the sergeant switched on his vox caster and set it to broadcast his data codex, thus giving a live feed to Antinidis' ship. The scanner remained silent despite the constant sounds of life all around him, and he was growing increasingly wary of the implications that it might not be functional within the drone. The further they moved in, the louder the sounds became and the more… No not scared, he was a Marine after all, and Marines know no fear. Suddenly his scanner sprang to life, lighting up like a Christmas tree just seconds before the beasts were upon them. There were dozens of the beasts heading straight for them, as mindless blood lust shone in their eyes. Bolters exploded into action, cutting down several of the creatures, their ichor splashing the “walls” of the corridor. Still they came, scrambling over the bodies of those who fell before them, only to be riddled with bolter fire themselves and collapse on the pile. They came from all directions, talons slashing and teeth grinding, acid dripping from their gaping mouths, as they forces the beleaguered marines into a tighter and tighter circle. The marines fought gallantly shooting down the enemy by the dozen, but still they came. Suddenly a purple film splashed the visor of the sergeant's helmet. At first he thought it was the guts of one of the forsaken bugs that had gotten close before being taken down. Then he saw that the most recent arrivals had some type of weapon symbiote that shot forth an ooze that was as vile as the insides of its brethren lying broken on the floor before him. Again and again he and his comrades were coated with the stuff. He thought the new attackers quite ineffective against his terminator armor, but just then he was hit with the excruciating pain of thousands upon thousands of tiny worm like parasites that had penetrated his armor and were burrowing into his flesh. His screams echoed across the bridge as Antinidis watched from his station, when suddenly all that could be seen on the screen was a large talon slashing, and then all went black. “Report!” Master Antinidis bellowed. But back on the Vanguard Drone, squad four and all of the creatures they had taken with them were already being absorbed to be reprocessed into the next part of the swarm. ---To Be Continued
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Post by Iron Warrior on Jun 10, 2008 18:54:45 GMT -5
"Report!" Master Archivist Antinidas bellowed. After a few moments of silence Antinidas turned off the scanner seeing nothing now on the screen but static. He turned to his left and pressed a button which opened a communications channel to the Grand Crusader.
"Grand Crusader, squad 4 has been compromised, possibly lost, what are your orders?" Asked, but knowing full well what was coming next, Anitinidas. He closed his eyes waiting for the answer almost not wanting to hear it.
The static cleared and the Grand Crusader spoke, "Activate Maelstrom and inform us of the Hive minds activities after....we will avenge our brothers in fire and ash."
"Agreed" answered Anitinidas. The master Archivist activated a few buttons on the console he was at and lifted a safety button out of the way of a, now flashing, red button. His finger now hovered over the button in anticipation.
Squad 4's mission was one of distraction. If the attention needed was not raised by their mere presence in one of the Vanguard ships then project Maelstrom would raise their awareness. Maelstrom is a highly explosive and volatile substance which with contact of organic matter incinerates and burns instantaneously. The more organic matter available the more the magnitude of the explosion magnifies. Maelstrom is more of a virus as it attacks only living cells leaving metal and stone completely intact. Early findings show that Maelstrom will devour and turn a human into ash in a matter of 8 seconds from exposure. A horse in 10 seconds and a Ogryn in 12. The ash like substance is an after effect and bi-product of the virus. Since the virus works so quickly it burns itself out after expending tremendous amounts of energy, which means that after the virus has eliminated all organic matter it ceases to exist. It is also protean, meaning it can change the method of delivery from Air borne to Water borne. This also constitutes for the rapid decay in humans as once it touched the blood stream and is able to circulate in the body there is no stopping it.
This weapon was attached to the Sergent's Tactical Dreadnought armor and with a press of the button or any tampering with, the air borne contagion would be released. Antinidas pressed the red flashing button avenging his brothers in crucible. He sighed having to do so. He has first hand witnessed what this agent can do on humans, how it melts away flesh and pulverized bone to ash. Mentally he convinced himself it was better to die like this than to be devoured by Xenos creatures.
Antinidas closed his eyes and concentrated sending his minds eye out looking for reactions in the Tyranid fleet. nothing....nothing....suddenly he felt a huge presence upon him psychically. It must be the hive mind reacting to its dying ship. It made sense, cut off a finger and the person will react and see why it had lost its appendage. Antinidas shook off the weight of the psychic presence of the hive mind and returned to his normal state. Sweating and exhausted he spoke into the vox.
"Its attention is on the vanguard ship, you should be safe to make your approach Grand Crusader, good luck and the Emperor Protects!"
The Leviathan Hive Ship laid before them as the screamed toward its outer chitinous hull. 5 thunder hawks swooped up from under a nearby moon and made for a the Hive ship. Their orders were to do as much damage as they could to the Hive Mind and slow down this Splinter fleet so that reinforcements could be mustered for "Out". Damage what they could and get out safely was their strategy. Of course with all strategies, everything changes with enemy contact. With the Hive minds attention else where the Thunder hawks, small and insubstantial to the size of the Leviathan Hive Ship, made a clear approach and were able to reach within Teleport range, having deployed its Crusaders they returned to a safe distance to await the call when they would return and pick up their comrades.
Inside the ship the Scarlet Crusaders secured a location where they would start their advance toward hive nodes which would carry Psychic relays to the other ships of the fleet, if these were destroyed then the advance would be slowed.
To Be Continued ------------------------------ Soleman, You are Challenged to a One on One Game, Scarlet Crusaders vs Tyranids.
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Post by Catachan Colonel on Jun 12, 2008 8:25:47 GMT -5
Chaplain Cincinnatus walked into the command tent of Colonel Zhukov flanked by a squad of ultramarines emblazoned with the skull icon of command on their shoulder plates. Chaplain Cincinnatus was standing in for his captain in this meeting. The captain was out in the field preparing a anti-ship defense.
“You summoned us Colonel?” the chaplain asked.
Colonel Zhukov stood to greet the black armored space marine. The valhallan tried not to be intimidated by the giant armored marine who’s helmet was decorated in a rictus mask. “Yes honorable marine I requested the presence of the ultramarines.”
“Is there a problem with the preparations or the conscription?” the chaplain asked getting strait to the point.
Colonel Zhukov nodded his head. “There is a small island continent to the east. On it is an Abby. The Abby is the home of a imperial cult of the Emperor’s rose. It is a local religious faction that has been centered around the abby and its sisters. Until now they have never caused any issues with the planetary government. Sadly I must report that, Armed Adepta Sororitas have stood against my conscription squads. They have even taken the officers of those squads hostage and refuse to allow any of their faction to be pressed into service.”
“The imperial guard is not a fine instrument that handles rescue and infiltration missions well colonel” the chaplain commented.
“That’s why I have summoned you here. I am asking for your help both in the recovery of my officers and getting to the root of what is making the Sororitas stand against us.” Colonel Zhukov was obviously concerned for his officers.
“Colonel the Ultramarines stand ready to assist you. We will return your officers and return order among the deviant cult.” Chaplain Cincinnatus spun in place and departed the command tent. The cult of the Emperor’s rose had made a horrible mistake because now the space marines were coming for them.
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To Be Continued
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Post by Catachan Colonel on Jun 12, 2008 20:26:47 GMT -5
sidebar discussion/ question? It awoke from its slumber, in stasis for eons in a cold underground lair beneath the surface of Out. eons? its only been 252 years since first contact with the tyranids!
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Post by Garou24 on Jun 12, 2008 22:22:48 GMT -5
First contact.. doesn't mean they didn't exist before the Imperium knew about them.
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Post by Iron Warrior on Jun 13, 2008 2:10:42 GMT -5
Lets stay away from copy right infringments, we dont need to be sued by Blizzard.
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Post by Garou24 on Jun 13, 2008 7:36:37 GMT -5
I was just trying to join in the group "fiction" thread. Just wanted to add a little fluff tot he scratchbuilt model and datasheet I was working on for the Fall Out game.
Sorry
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Post by Norton on Jun 13, 2008 8:02:22 GMT -5
First of all, the use of any name from Starcraft up to and including "Starcraft" itself are permissable in these settings due to the Fair Use clause. So as long as nobody is attempting to slander Blizzard, or profit from these writings, nobody is eligable to be sued.
Calling something a Hydralisk, while it might be a little goofy, immediately calls to mind what this thing looks like. I'm fine with it. Besides, everyone knows the hyrdalisk imagery is stolen from GW anyways...
As long as we are nit-picking ... "Lit up like a christmas tree" this line should be edited. No way the imperial cult lets some other religion like Xmas be tolerated. Santa gets shot on sight.
Ok, the idea of an ancient beast slumbering beneath the surface of a planet? Completely reasonable by Tyranid fluff. They have other creatures that appear to be vanguard fleets from ages past that became seperated from the hive mind. Like the catachan devil for example. It's possible this creature survived on its own and then being alone, hibernated in safety untill the fleet came looking again.
It's just as Kosher as using the name "Cerebrate" at least.
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Post by jdubb on Jun 13, 2008 8:31:03 GMT -5
Garou, did you take out the Tyranid story? Put it back! I thought it was good.
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Post by Garou24 on Jun 13, 2008 9:29:20 GMT -5
Yeah I just deleted the post.
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Post by Iron Warrior on Jun 13, 2008 12:59:50 GMT -5
My post was in jest and in good humor. Sorry if you took it the wrong way.
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