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Post by Iron Warrior on May 7, 2008 3:51:25 GMT -5
-Gothic Battle vs Iron Warriors and Iron Dragons Fleets (last Sunday)-
ALERT!! ALERT!! ALERT!! Screamed the bridge servitor upon the Legacy of Iron. Lord Hellforge looks up from his data reports that he had been reading moments before while sitting in the throne chair upon the bridge and shouts, "Bridge Report!"
A bridge officer, human in stature with cybernetic enhancements reports to Lord Hellforge directly. "My Lord, Long range sensors have picked up 4 vessels in our path, what is your bidding, master?"
"What class of ships and whom do the belong to?" Asked the mighty Hellforge to the senior deck officer.
A servitor on spider like legs clank over to the Senior deck officer and hands him a read out. The Deck officer grins and looks up at The Titan of a Terminator Lord. " My Lord its the Iron Dragons, 3 Strike cruisers and a Battle barge, shall I signal the fleet and destroy them?"
Asteroth waves his hand, "No, cant you see this is a ploy to slow us down, instead continue on course and send...." Hellforge looks at his data slates again "...send the Steelfury, Titans Hammer, Iron Furnace, Deaths Head and the put them under the command of the Razor Wing. Have them destroy the Iron Dragons fleet and meet us at Nissin 3 when they are done."
"Your will be done my Lord" The Senior Deck officer bows and leaves Hellforges throne.
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Upon the Razor Wing, a Styx class Cruiser, Commander Terrus Malcore is in charge. He stands in a platform which is about 5 feet around with a console station that forms a semi circle around the outside if the platform. This platform is connected to a Long extender arm at the bottom of the platform so it can travel with its riders, currently Commander Malcore and an Iron Warrior with his helmet on, across the bridge to different stations and view screens.
"Odd, it seems as if have caught the Iron Dragons off guard, they are not aware of our prescence....or they are are aware and are doing nothing...Could this be a ruse, Champion Nagrad?" Asked Commander Malcore to the Iron Warrior beside him.
"Doubtful, the Iron Dragons have proved to be incompetent for marines, I suspect they are unaware of our presence. I advise to continue with the plans and have the strike force circle in behind the furthest out strike cruisers and continue to keep circling so that we can use the slow movement of their battle barge to our most extreme range. They should not be able to hit us with any of their weapons at this range. We have them trapped." Assured Nagrad.
Commander Malcore and Nagrad watch the exterior view screens and see the final positions of their 5 cruisers in a line heading for the rear strike cruiser in a arcing right patter. On this route the five cruiser will be on the rear of the last strike cruiser and in prime location to fire all batteries into the rear engines of the strike cruiser.
Moments went by and sure enough the huge battle barge sluggishly moved forward upon its path, followed by a strike cruiser and the finally two others behind it. The one in the most rearward was engulf in fire and lance batteries as all 5 cruiser open fired upon the rear engines. Detonations upon the hull and even secondary explosions from within the ship signaled it was in its death throes.
"A perfectly executed maneuver" Complements the Commander watching the screen.
The two remaining strike cruisers turned toward the 5 cruisers and fired all weapons but the Chaos ships shields were not match for their pathetic fire power. The Huge battle Barge was alerted to their presence only after the ship behind it had its plasma core explode and damaged its shields. It began to turn slowly to come about. Unfortunately the Chaos Cruisers were too fast. The were able to keep on the battle barges Aft while keeping the strike cruisers targeted...One after one the strike cruisers fell to the onslaught of Weapons batteries and Lance strikes for the Chaos Cruisers.
In a desperate move the Battle Barge burned its retros and turned on the spot to try and come about to face the Chaos fleet but Commander Malcore saw this coming and had order his fleet to Come to new headings and keep the barges Aft in front of his fleet. A relentless torrent of Lance and weapons batteries continued to pound the Battle Cruiser until it too succumbed to the cold void as its warp drive imploded.
"This was too easy!....Damage report!" Commander Malcore called below him to a group of men working consoles below him.
"Titans hammer reports Minor Hull Damage and.....and....thats it!?" The officer reported in surprise to the Commander.
Commander Malcore chuckled to himself, "Not even Abbadon himself could have done better, aye Nagrad?"
Nagrad nodded, "Well done, but it is after all Just the Iron Dragons, we have been exterminating their kind for hundreds of years. I'm sure we will see more of them, they are like Roaches."
The platform moved to the bridge controls and Malcore shouted out. "Relay a message to Lord Hellforge and inform him that the Iron Dragons so call fleet has been destroyed and we will meet with him In high Orbit near Nissin 3. Set course for that d**nable planet and re-enter the warp. We have many more Iron Dragons to kill...heheh."
The Hulks of the strike cruisers and what was left of the battle barge floated helplessly in the cold void, testament to the POWER of[glow=red,2,300]Lord Asteroth Hellforge[/glow]
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Post by Catachan Colonel on May 7, 2008 8:32:53 GMT -5
Geiseric held up the pox marked head of an Iron Hand Space Marine. He stood in the middle of a power distribution building that had been guarded by Space marine snipers and reinforced by two venerable dreadnoughts. The Nurgle Sorcerer sat on the rusting hide of one of those dreadnoughts. Nurglings that had held up his battle palanquin scurried back and forth feasting on the best rotted bits of space marine flesh, and licking rusty pieces of their equipment which eroded under their touch. The attack had gone well for him but not well enough.
The coward Iron Hands had pulled their hyperios back out of range of his attack. There would be little opportunity to secure any other such vehicles. Lord Odoacer had not been happy with the failure to secure the vehicles but was in a more forgiving mood once the Iron Hand marines had withdrawn and left only a contingent of the Fenris planetary militia to defend the zone from the Violators.
These militia upon being surrounded by Lord Odoacer and a number of chaos marine squads wholesale surrendered to the blue armored terminator lord. They cast out the dead body of their imperial preacher and pledged themselves to serve under the banner and gods of chaos. Lord Odacer smiled under his admantium helmet at the array of troopers and vehicles who had fallen into his hands because of the failure of the Iron Hands.
“Geiseric!” summoned Lord Odoacer
“Yes My Lord.” Responded the plague sorcerer as he approached his master.
“Take what you need from the power generation building. Finish construction on the “Filth Bringer” Bring forth one of your Icons to your plague god bring it to me to be carried into battle.”
Geiseric looked up in the sky and could hear thunder come out of the dirty grey sky. “It will be done. The filth bringer will be ready to bring your forces into the siege of Nissin Magoris.”
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Captain Greyburn looked out from his command bunker. He had lost contact with the northern most section of the city. Iron Father Lee and his Iron Hand space marines were suppose to be defending that area of the city. The Elysian captain understood that in a siege that there would be skirmishes before the main push against his city but he could see fires burning out of control in that quadrant of the city.
Captain Greyburn looked to his communications officer with a curious look. The man immediately checked in with his vox for an up to date status for his captain. “Sir Iron Father Lee is ordering a general retreat into the West city. There are reports that they have lost one of their ancient dreadnoughts.” Captain Greyburn looked horrified at the news the iron hands had not held against even the initial attacks by chaos forces. The irreplaceable loss of their venerable warrior demoralized all the men her who could hear it.
“Additional information sir. Outside the south quadrant of the city, trench lines are being dug by the newly arrived Iron Warrior chaos marines.” The communications officer looked to his captain for orders.
“Who leads these latest chaos scum?” asked Captain Greyburn.
“Unknown sir. Their comm. Traffic has been unusually light. They arrived and immediately began their trench works.” The comm. officer answered.
Surrounding the city were now six separate armies of chaos. To the east one was an army of Emperor’s Children who had the support of their own titan. They were supported by a renegade band of space marines also dedicated to the dark god of pleasure. Two armies of world eater space marines had gathered to the west. They were not digging in there were no trench lines to the west. They had only made small missions to destroy tank traps and razor wire impeding their access to the city. To the north were the Violators who were suppose to have been held back by the Iron Hands.
Nissin Magoris was surrounded. Re-supply by land had already been cut. Even armored convoy had little hope of making it out of the city and back again. Luckily the chaos forces had not yet mastered the skies like they had the space above the planet. Daily transport jets brought in troops from Nissin Minoris. Con. Von Stieger and his Risans had almost all been redeployed to the south and west quadrants of the city. Tanks, artillery, and every infantryman that could be found had been redeployed to the planets larger city.
Captain Greyburn looked out his command bunker to the small dry mountains outside the east city. Marines from the Iron Dragons space marine chapter were out there somewhere. They had deployed successfully, and then silently stayed in the rocky hills. They had not made a scouting trip, not a ambush, nothing. Out in the southern deserts yellow armored Imperial Fists had landed but then taken an equally silent stance out in the dunes.
At least two companies of marines possibly more were out there. Waiting for something. Captain Greyburn only hoped that his city still stood when the marines were done their waiting. The all out attack on his city was imminent.
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To Be Continued
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Post by evil_red_orks on May 7, 2008 16:43:42 GMT -5
Since their crash landing on the barren planet, Sgt. Maximus and his scouts have been gathering what was left of their supplies and preparing for the march across the desert. The lastest scans had shown there was a large city to the west of their position. With no communications they were on their own.
"Prepare to move out men", ordered Maximus, "We make for the city at once, we must announce our master's arrival."
With that, the men hurried to prepare their gear and top off their water.The Sgt. wondered about the condition of his master and their ship.They were to land on the planet and link up with them after the scouts had greeted Captain Greystacks.
"Let's move out"!
It was close to dusk as the men moved out, moving at night would be cooler and of course smart. The desert was some rocky, rough terrain but the highly trained scouts moved across it with ease.
On the fourth morning of their travels they crested a rocky hill and saw huge armies outside a large walled city. Ships could be heard flying overhead and seen landing inside the city walls, hopefully droping off reinforcements.
"What do you make of it Sarge?"
Maximus raised his bino's and scanned the desert before him. Marines in power armor were sprawled around the city. Red, pink, blue and black and yellow armor. It seems someone had united the different factions under one flag. It was a force to be reckoned with, and the largest he had seen ever.
"TRAITORS!!, and a whole bunch of them",replied Maximus.
From this position they could make out the whole battlefield, it would prove invaluable when the fighting commenced.But still they must make contact with the imperial captain in command of the city.
Maximus had 16 men under his command, 8 of them were snipers, and 8 were armed with shotguns. He would send out 4 teams of 2 of the shotgun scouts into the city. The rest would make use of the high ground here as they were well within range with their sniper rifles.
The CQB(close quarters battle) scouts had prepared themselves to infiltrate the city.They were after all..scouts, this is what they did.
"Men, I need you to infiltrate into the city and find the imperial captain and tell them the emperor's finest have arrived."
"What was his name again?..Grey...slacker??" asked one of the men.
"Yea whatever" replied Maximus."Just tell him we are here"
With that the scouts readied themselves.
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The "Emperor's Duty" had made it into the atmosphere and was scanning for Nissin Magoris.
"Sir, I have located the city, and our scouts."
Captain Octavius examined the viewscreen, the planet was a barren waste.He wondered what was so important to the traitors on this planet.
Octavius spoke up to his second"Aurealius send one last communique to the Phalanx".
"Aye , Sir".
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Out in the vastness of space, a small moon was making its way thru the galaxy.
A hulking figure in yellow dreadnought armor was in a quiet conversation with other metallic power-armoured figures.
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The scouts had again waited till dark to make their way thru the traitor army. They tested their night vision gear, and jumped up and down to test the silence of their gear.
They moved swiftly and silently thru the ranks of some red-armoured traitors. Apparently they were more interested in spilling their own blood then keeping watch.
Two of these traitors were dueling with a pair of knives in under-garments. Blood covered both of them as they were being cheered on by the rest of the traitors. One of them deftly parried a swipe and sunk his knife into the chest of his rival. Blood erupted from the wound, and cheers could be heard thru the night.
For all the skill and tenacity of the traitor marines, they lacked the discipline of the loyalists.
The scouts low-crawled their way thru the traitor red marines until the city gates could be seen. While they didnt have comms with their ship, they had squad radios to communicate with each other. The teams advanced on queue when the next was set in place.
Not even the imperials on watch had noticed them skulking up to the city gates.They signaled backed to their Sgt. that they had made it into the city.
One of them spoke up once they were inside."Where is Captain Grey...Bear?!?!", "The emperor's finest have arrived to this beseiged city in its defense"
The imperials parted as a lone figure strode thru them.
"Im captain GreyBURN!! we welcome your aid."
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Seeing the city the "Emperor's Duty" changed its heading to the biggest city on the planet.
The strike cruiser carried half the 3rd company of the imperial fists as well as vindicators and other siege weapons.
It was time to plan the defense.
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Post by Catachan Colonel on May 16, 2008 23:54:29 GMT -5
Captain Greyburn stormed out of the command bunker, slamming the door behind him. Colonel Von Stieger was already out in the hall cursing loudly in his native Ryzan language. The two of them had left a group of Imperial fist space marines behind in the command bunker who had finally come to plan the defense of Nissin Magoris.
“Its time to plan the defense!” Captain Greyburn scoffed. “We have already lost a large portion of the northern city. All land routes into and out of the city have been cut. The forces of chaos are closing a grid of anti aircraft guns so tight that further reinforcement by air was now almost impossible. Colonel Von Stieger’s personal psychic had located a breach into warp space manifesting amid the besieging forces. The Iron Hands space marines had lost dozens of men and an ancient dreadnought, and still no communication could be made with the Iron Dragons Imperial marines out in the mountains outside the east city.”
Colonel Von Stieger fumed, “Those yellow marines take their sweet time getting here and once they see how critical things are they claim now it is the time to plan! The time to plan started weeks ago. Where were they? The time to fight started weeks ago! Where were they? There are brave human soldiers dieing in the trenches as we speak! Where were they?”
“We have been doing the work of actually defending this world week after week! Where were those marines? They were probably off painting and cleaning their armor! Far be it of them to get their hands dirty!” Captain Greyburn agreed. The mutual distain was pouring out of the decorated imperial officers.
The two officers looked back at the door to the command bunker. Each of them sullenly reached for their identity cards that would allow them past the door’s automated heavy flamers. Neither one took much delight at the thought of talking to the Imperial fist’s representative again.
Then there was a bright flash of pink light. A ghostly image of an alien stood in front of the two human commanders. It was an eldar Farseer in complete battle armor holding the ceremonial weapon of his station. The Farseer’s armor was a combination of bone and blue colored plates decorated in runes that could not be deciphered by the most scholarly of men. No device broadcast this image. It was generated by the powerful mystic abilities of the eldar himself.
“Mon-Keigh leaders!” Spoke a hollow voice directly to them. The Farseer pointed directly at Captain Greyburn. “I am Farseer Yentruoc. Unknown to you, out in your deserts is an ancient and long forgotten gateway of my people. Through it my warriors will bring you mighty war machines to fight against the great enemy. Hold your positions the best your mon-keigh soldiers can until we arrive. Be ready to strike out from your city when we commence our attack.” Without explanation the eldar transmission ended.
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To Be Continued
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Post by evil_red_orks on May 17, 2008 12:40:06 GMT -5
Captain Octavius and the rest of the men had finally made it over to Nissin Magoris. The captain had explained to the imperial commanders that they he had left fully half his company behind in the fighting on Armageddon against the greenskins. When ANOTHER call for aid came, he gathered up half his men and made haste to this system.
Attitude's aside he was ready to defend this city, with his life, against the chaos scum.He had brought the bulk of his war-machines with him to make up for the shortage of men.
It had been decided in the briefing that he would take command of the war-machines of the Iron Hands that had been stationed here for a while. He was also still waiting for aid from the Phalanx.
Adding to the whole mix was the presence of the eldar somewhere out there in the desert. While their motives were unclear, their aid would not be turned away.
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Post by Iron Warrior on May 17, 2008 13:59:36 GMT -5
With the great Earthworks in place, bunkers built and tank traps and razor wire surrounding the make shift Base of operations to the south of Nissin Majoris, The Iron Warriors did thier final preperations and gave up blasphomes prayers to all the Dark Gods. Now was the time to strike...at Dawn the machines of war would go off and claim great Glory for Choas. War Machines with Thunderous Cannon and Guns that could Lob shells of hellfire and brinmstone upon thier enemys were at the ready, one command by thier all power full Lord and the Machines of War would go to destroy and wreak havoc upon the Imperium of Man. I repectfully request that the Character Asteroth Hellforge created by me be removed from here on forward. He is indead still "alive", not taken prisoner or any otherwise negatvie story line. Him and his fleet have left the area for a long while. I request this becuase I will not be playin with my chaos for a long time severly disapointed with the new codex and sick of painting trim on yet another chaos codex. I will be working on other projects in the mean time. You may continue with your fluff or rather Toms fluff as you see fit but without hellforge. I grow tired of the taunts that have gone nearly beyond friendly gaming and to alliveiate the issue I will be removing myself from the "Chaos Council" and reliquish the Imaginary title of Warmaster. Good luck to you other Lords out there wanting to claim the mantle of power. Perhaps I will see you on the other side of the table as another army. I had a good reign as a Grand Chaos Lord. Thus /pause Hellforges Story for a while.
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Post by Catachan Colonel on May 20, 2008 8:25:14 GMT -5
Captain Greyburn dragged the limp body of Con. Von Stieger out into the desert sands. He could hear the Rizan’s cybernetic life support systems barely keeping the colonel from going off to meet the Emperor. Greyburn had been walking in the desert for a couple days now. There was no sign of help. His plasma pistol’s ammunition was completely gone and he had no water or supplies to speak of. The city of Nissin Majoris stood behind him burning into the late evening sky.
Help had come to late. The walls of his fortress city had been broken. Men and tanks and faith in the emperor had failed. The faith of the traitors and their dark gods had been stronger. Even the mighty eldar war machines which had ruined waves of red armored berserkers could not stem the tide. The eldar disappeared from Nissin as mysteriously as they came. The marines who had come to help had staged some sort of break out. Some of them escaped into the deserts but they had only looked to rescue themselves and their gene seed.
As the last of daylight slipped away the dunes were light by the fires of the city that the Elysians had sworn to protect. Captain Greyburn sheltered at an abandoned drilling rig. He was lucky to find a canteen of water half full. He took only a sip to slake his thirst. On the horizon toward the city he could see great transport ships blasting off of the surface. The chaos marines who had so violently came to Nissin 3 now departed. He suspected that the berserkers were the first to leave. Without a fight to be had, their bloodletting was ended they would be moving on.
The night was cold the oil rig was little shelter at all. Captain Greyburn was surprised that Con. Von Stieger had not perished in the cold night air. Captain Greyburn climbed to the top of the oil rig to look out at the city. The outskirts of the city had been abandoned. During the night legions of chaos marines had been evacuated. Only along the north face of the city did a sizable force remain. In his imagination Captain Greyburn thought of ways t drive the remaining chaos forces away. The thoughts quickly left him. He had no forces left. They had all been committed to the final defense of the city. The chaos army north of the city would be keeping it. There was nothing that he could do to change that.
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Lord Odoacer woke surrounded by medical servitors. He was in on a table in the medical facility that his forces had taken from the imperials in an earlier battle. Medical servitors were grafting an artificial arm to his left shoulder. During the final attack Lord Odoacer had been felled by a platoon of lasgun fire. He had lost all feeling in his arm before blackness took him. Plague Sorcerer Geiseric was the only other man in the room.
“The battle?” Odoacer asked as he let the medical servitors go about their task.
“We have achieved total victory my lord” Geiseric replied. “As predicted the other chaos forces looted and burned the city and then evacuated. There are small numbers of marine forces holding out in the mountains outside the east city. They mostly consist of Iron Dragon Space Marines who made their orbital landing there. They are not of sufficient numbers to cause us any great danger. My plague marines are currently hunting them out but there is little to report as of yet.”
“What are our force depletions?” Lord Odoacer inquired.
“Our losses were minimal. As you planned the others took the majority of the heavy bombardment. Some marines were lost when a slaanesh knight suffered a reactor explosion. Your body guard will need to be replaced. The daemonic minions suffered heavily but that was to be expected. Heaviest casualties were among the berserkers and slaanesh renegades my lord. None of the remaining chaos forces stand strong enough to challenge us. The vast majority have departed leaving this planet and its resources to us.”
“Excellent this world is ours, establish a garrison. Then locate Chaos Lord Dacius and begin the Dharma protocols!” Lord Odoacer ordered.
“As you wish,” Geiseric replied. The plague sorcerer spun and left the room.
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To Be Continued
Hellforge will be left out as an active part of this per your request, although he can not be completely ignored as part of the enduring back ground of DaBOYS's fiction/fluff. We look forward to the day you recover from the disappointment with New and Improved Chaos. Hellforge has a enduring station as our first Warmaster (which although disputed was never imaginary before.) The 41st millenniumm continues on however and we look forward to what your other forces soon add to our collective fiction.
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Post by Lord Dacius on May 20, 2008 11:36:55 GMT -5
what protocols?
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