Repost: And so it begins...anew.

[Catachan Colonel]

Title: And so it begins...anew.
Post by IronWarrior on May 6th, 2004, 5:13pm
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The Dark Apostle turns from viewing his host of warriors assembled infront of him to the Force Commander of The Relictors to his right flank. The Dark Apostle taps the side of his helmet activating the vox link to the Relictors Leader.

"You have your shard Inquistor Vorgan, now its time to hold to your part of the bargain. Destroy the eldar before me and I will handle the salamanders."

static came over the vox until finnaly a voice spoke.
"As per agreement, the Eldar shall die, but this pact ends at the conclusion of the battle"

The Dark Apostle nodded to the Relictor Commander and turned back to his men who were stealthly making thier way forwrd through the trees to get a jump on the Salamanders. The vox link between the Apostle and Inquisitor was terminatated on the Inquitors end. The Apostle grined as only his skull like feature could do. Then he spoke quietly to himself.

"The pact may end but your spiral unto hell has just begun"

"Forward! Crush the Imperium...our Gods have forseen thier downfall...our time is Nye! Forward to victory Word Bearers!"

The host of marines assembled surge forward as one, charging from the cover of the trees into battle.

The battle was bloody and glorious. Deamons summoned, bolters fired, Chainswords swinging all in a chorus of some chaotic symphony. Salamanders Died, Eldar died, Relictors died as did Word Bearers, but all for the Dark Gods of Chaos. The Dark Apostle stood over the corpses of the Salamanders Commander AND Chaplian surveying the battle field. They were winning, however the Eldar Deamon hit the lines of the Relictors. It mattered not....the Salamanders we dead and the Eldar were too few. Victory was thiers! And So it begins....anew.


To Be Continued.....

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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by Iron_Dragon on May 6th, 2004, 7:51pm
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enter lone tactical ultramarine with combat knife... a hush falls over the fields of battle... ;D

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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by Iron_Dragon on May 6th, 2004, 7:52pm
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btw, very cool, and i liked it.

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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by evil erik on May 6th, 2004, 9:06pm
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Alright Ron, I'm going to add some fluff in the middle of your's...
As Force Commander Erik strode through the rubble of the old building that his scouts took cover in, he vaguely wondered what it had been used for before the ememy had come to this planet. Erik knew little of the enemy he was about to face and was a little uncertain about the alliance he had made with the eldar, but he would have to trust his newfound friends. Before he deployed his warriors, Erik had met with the Farseer of the eldar. He had informed Erik that he felt a strange disterbance in the fluxes of the warp shortly before. Erik was about to comment of this, wondering if Chaos could possibly be on this planet, before the Farseer gave him the answer. The psyker must have been reading Erik's mind. The Farseer comented that Chaos was indeed on this planet, but there was something strange. Usually, the Farseer said, there was a certain type of Chaos to be sensed on the planet. Whether it was the eternal bloodlust of Khorne, the foul thoughts of Nurgle, the lust of Slannesh, or the ever mutating strains of Tzeenth; there was always one. However, today the eldar noticed a change. He informed Erik that there were multiple Chaos gods at work here. Erik kept his stealy stare but wondered on the inside what kind foul beasts he would see in the upcoming hours. Erik turned to return to his force when the Farseer mentioned one more thing. He said that some of Erik's fellow marines were also on this planet. Erik thought, "No crap Sherlock, they're Chaos Marines" Erik regreted thinking this a moment later when the Farseer mentioned that there were those who were yet uncorupted by the taint of Choas. Erik cursed the psyker's abilitys and left without another thought.
I'll write more tomorrow. See Ya.

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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by IronWarrior on May 13th, 2004, 2:48am
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Again has the imperium interupted the chaotic worship of the newly arrived Word Bearers. This time in the form of the mysterious Dark Angels.

The Dark Apostle turns to his men that were completing the summoning circle.

"hurry, the enemy is upon us...Hurry!"
Chaos marines finish placing glowing shards in the sockets of the stone slab in the center of a circle drawn in blood.

A sentry reports from an above cliff
"Dark Angels APC incoming!"
The Word Bearers turn to the Dark Apostle for guidance.
"Worry not my brothers. I have forseen in visions that the Dark Gods have cursed thier weaponry....we have a few more moments, Finish the Summoning Circle!"

A Word bearer turns the dark crystal in its socket and locks it in place. A Bright pillar of green/white light shoots straigth up into the heavens above. 2 more Crystals are locked down before the Dark Angel APC rummbles into veiw and unloads its assualt marines.

"Defend the Circle, Word Bearers!" Yells the Dark Apostle. He points to two Chaos marines and shouts "FINISH IT NOW!!"
The two of them run for the last two crystals while the rest of the squad runs to engage the Dark Angels along with the Dark Apostle.

The fight surrounding the Summoning circle was intense, Dark Angel and Word Bearers fall dead upon the unholy ground, blood spilling onto the stone slab. The last 2 crystals are locked into place and the entire circle is engulfed in green/white light.

Breifly the fighting stops as all look on, watching to see what steps out of the gate.......Snarling like wild dogs are the first sounds heard, then from the portal emerges the Flesh Hounds of Khorne. The leep at Any Dark Angel near the Portal and rip them to shreds. Next to step out are the alluring Demonettes...they run off into the forest and rip apart a dreadnought with thier claws....finnaly before the portal shuts comes the flapping wings of the Furies, batlike deamons of the warp....they slam into a Dark angel Tactical squad.

The Dark Apostle laughes to himself...seeing the Deamons he has unleashed. The Power of the Dark Gods free to prey upon the weak that stand before them.

"Defend the Summoning Circle Word Beaerers, it will be the key to our victory!"

Hours of battle surrounded the nearby lands, Word Beaerer and Deamon vs Dark Angels...Blood of Both sides flowed freely that night...but in the end, The Word Bearers were the ones to stand on the Summoning Circle in the end. The Dark Apostle wounded badly was held up by two Chaos Marines..."bring me to the Center of the Circle...." He had been mortally wounded by the Librarain of the Dark Angels...

The two Chaos marine took thier Dark Lord to the center of the circle....The cirlce began to pulsate with power. Blood seeping into the cracks seeminly being drank like a thirsty god. Then there was a flash of Light....when the light died all that was left was the Dark Apostle, his injuries healed and his body augumented by the Dark and Twisting powers of Chaos.

" I have forseen our future Word Bearers...its lies on the fringes of the Imperium with the Tau...come let us make haste..."

To Be continued.....


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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by IronWarrior on May 20th, 2004, 2:57am
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"The Tau, what an easily manipulated race. Give them a notion of this Greater Good they seek so much and they will grovel at your feet like dogs." spoke the Dark Apostle to his Sorcerer who loomed in the darkness beneath a large tree.

"We will not need our entire force for this task, send me my twenty man squad and have them bring Icons of our Gods. The Deamons will be helpful today."

The Sorcerer nodded not saying a word. The Dark Apostle looked out from the forest to the small force of Ultra Marines and Iron Hands assembled across the battle field from them.

"I find it amusing that the imperium deems these fools worthy of combating me and my men. Do they not know that the Dark Gods protect me from harm? Do they not know the Dark Gods have gifted me with thier foresight? Hmmm...but still I must be humbled for there is still a need to whisper dark deeds into the ears of potential allies....these Tau." The last word said bitterly.

"These alieans have no notion of our war with the Imperium, the False Emporer....Our suffering and our Enlightenment of what the Imperium truly is. All they care about is thier borders, thier expansion of thier colonies....do they not know that Chaos has no boundries? No Zones, no borders!? There is no stopping the spread of the Dark Gods will...thier whim is all that matters for they are all knowing and know of the coruption within the Imperium...."

Silence falls over the Dark Apostle as he waits. The Sorcerer slips away to gather his Word beaerers. a few hours later 20 Word Bearers surround the Dark Apostle.

"My Word Bearers, The Imperium has sent yet more of thier lackeys to exterminate us, My Brothers, they fear us, they know that our existence is counter productive to thiers, they fear the truth that The Dark Gods have shown us. I have forseen victory here today my Word Bearers....however we are still fledgling in our numbers, so we must ally with these alieans. Use them to further our own existence. Use them as fodder...But meet our great enemy head on! Show them that we shall know no fear! For we are followers of the Dark Gods, we are the followers of Chaos!

The sound of Tau pulse rifles sound off behind the Chaos marines. The Battle has begun...

"Forward my Borthers, to our victory! For the Dark Gods! We shall once again prove that we cannot be beaten! Let the river run red with thier blood!" He motioned his Chaos marines forward with a swipe of his Cursed Crozius and charged the Ultra Marines and Iron Hands....

The Dark Gods have forseen the outcome long ago, before the imperium was born. Before the Tau came to this planet, Before the Ultra marines and Iron Hands existed, even Before the Dark Apostle.
And now the battle is history forseen correctly as are all visions of the Dark Gods of Chaos.....The Word Bearers proceed with thier ill plans...what they may be is unbeknownst to the Imperium, but obviously dangerious and deadly enough to sacrifice thier elite forces of Space marines to stop them...

To Be Continued.....

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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by IronWarrior on May 20th, 2004, 5:52pm
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The Dark Apostle stands mid feild of the battle outraged. "Why do they flee from us!! Fight us cowards! Stand and fight us! You call yourself noble Templars? And the Migthty Inqusition?! I spit upon thy titles! FIGHT!" The Dark Apostle growls and surges foward with his squad....

The Entire battle has been The Black Templars and a Detachment or Ordo Malleus Attacking thier allies the Night Lords. They keep pulling back thier troops from the Word Bearers front and reienforcing the Night Lords side. Perhaps the Night Lords were causeing more havoc than had first been anticipated. However, the Word Bearers are going unmatched throughout this entire battle.

All that opposed them was a small unit of Inquisistional Storm Troopers and a few Servetors. Nothing worthy of combating. This angered the Dark Apostle as his deamons were summoned in with no Foe to fight....
"You see my brothers how they fear us?! You see how the run from our might!? The Imperiums most Noble of warriors wont face us in combat and the Inquistion runs at out sight."

Then a Black Templar rhino bursts from the woods and unloads a squad of marines that assualt his furies and kills them all...only to have them reappear again in battle somewhere else. Only ten marines? thought the Dark Apostle...surely this is not all that the mighty imperium can muster to fight me?

"Kill them my Word Bearers, show them no mercy!"

The Assualt was bloody not a single Black Templar stood in the aftermath....The remaing Servitors and Inqisitor fled from the sight of the slaughter...The Word Bearers stood uncontested on this side of the battle field....

"Bah, this battle is over...no worthy opponents stand in our way, make your way forward to the compound my brothers. Our Prize is inside."

The Dark Apostle strode forward defiantly over the corpses of the Imperiums finest warriors, no match for his Word Bearers, is there none that can oppose this Dark terror of Chaos? Is he truely blessed by the Dark Gods?

To Be Continued....

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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by IronWarrior on Jul 28th, 2004, 9:02pm
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The Dark Apostle grins down upon the Relictors encampment. He alone has snuck to their borders and veiws them from a ledge far above. He chuckles maliously to himself before speaking.

"I smell you, the stench of fear that envolpes you, Gabriel. As you try to control the winds of Chaos, your mind desperate to comprehend the complexity you have unleashed. And the conseqences of your actions you must now face...."

He turns away from the encampment and walks away, his black cloak flaps in the wind as dark clouds begin to surround this place....

"I will not forget your help Gabriel, but no one controls Chaos, Let the imperium kill itself......I have other tasks to attend to"
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McCommander
YaBB God





As all Evil, Chaos shall turn and feed upon itself

Re: So your Grey Knights have come for my Relictor
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Inquistor Vorgan poured his psychic mind over the star charts of the great eye laid before him. Perceiving the possibilities of locations important in their quest.

"Lord Librairian. What do you make of these reports reguarding...." Gabriel glanced up at the powerful space marine as he approched. He looked over the charts himself, ever stoic in his demeanor, but Gabriel knew better. He felt the rage barely contained within the ancient man. It had been this way ever since that deal had been made with Dark Apostle of the acursed Word Bearers. The Lord Librairian of the Fire Caws hadn't been the same since doning the Chaos shard that hung heavy on his neck.

Gabriel mused to himself as he watched the man. "A dangerous path that lies before us in searching for these artifacts to turn them against the ancient enemy. A dangerous game indeed, but here is the proof that are quest is right. Such power is still controlled and held in check, by a man."

A moan and a screem came from the dark shadows of the command tent. The Inquistor's pet mystics creened from thier chained postion in the tents corner.

"Something moves through the warp toward us. " hissed the first.
"They are nearly upon us." moaned the second.

Both Gabriel and the Librarian turned to meet their pupiless gaze. "Is it the enemy?" , Gabriel barked.

"No."
"Yes!"

The first mystic's eyes rolled, "They are...."
The second one grinned wickedly "Grey Knights!"

Gabriel's head hung low, "We have no time for this."

Fire filled the librarian's eyes as if he could smell the on comming battle as much as he hated it. "You would turn our hell upon such as them?"

Gabriel Looked the powerful space marine in the eyes holding his gaze, "YOU know where the edict for our quest comes..... .... even if they won't admit it."

"We have no choice.... Make preparations."


((Just wanted the fiction here so we didnt lose it in the posts))



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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by IronWarrior on Oct 7th, 2004, 2:04am
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A great darkness looms over the Dark Disciple, something vexs him as he paces back and forth thinking. What could possibly bother a Lord of Chaos so much? The shadows of his war tent play in the dim light.

Silently his sorcerer slips into the tent. The Disciple stops and looks up.
"Ah, Sorcerer...do you sense it? Do you sense what I do?"

"Yesss Lord, I do. He is near...as are they" Speaks the Sorcerer.

"Dammit! We are too close for this to fail now. Our goal is in the palm of our hands, it will not be snatched from us!"

The Sorcerer steps forward into the light "You do know they want what you stole from them"

"Of course I do, however I cannot exactly give it back to them can I, Mephitus?" The Dark Apostle says with a mocking grin.

"We could Travel to Titan..."

"No! I will not risk it!" Cutting off the Sorcerer, says the Apostle. "That Artifact is now lost to us, it bided us time long enough to get here and blinded the Ordo Malleus of our presence thus far. I will not go into thier lions den and destroy what we have acomplished thus far. We will deal with the them when the time comes."

"Yes, Milord, but I ask, what of there leader, the Star Vampire they call Nightbringer?"

"The Dezenins of the Warp will aid me with the Star Vampire. I have forseen it. We will raise Porgamus first...he is on this planet. He can aid us. Find his tomb"

The Sorcerer nods and exits the tent leaving the Dark Apostle alone pondering the future events yet to come....His gaze stares at the metal box that he took from the planet where Inqustion and Black Templars guarded it. What mysterious its contained, what dark secrets could it tell...soon, very soon, these will all be answered....

[Catachan Colonel]

Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by McCommander on Dec 7th, 2004, 12:43pm
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Chapter Master Michael Garen of the Fire Claws ,curently leading the first company ,stood before the smoldering pyre of his fellow marines at the massacure of Forlon II. The few remaining tatical marines who had servived the destruction had just given him their report of the battle. Thier cermite armor blackened so that their chapter insigna could barely be seen. They had explained to Garen that without warning the Grey Knights had arrived and purged the 2nd company with holy fire as if they had been lowest of chaos scum. No warning, no mercy, no explaination, just the fire. They also explained how Inquistor Lord Vorgan and and the companies Librarian had been specifically assasinated falling under the blade of a force weapon. Garen Stood before the heap of chared armor with the stench of death in the air, a lesser battle brother may have weeped at the pointless loss.

"How could they have done this? Do they not know we have taken the same oaths as they? That we face the same ancient enemy as they? That we also are the Emperiors finest?" Garen's gaze never waved from the pyre untill the last tendril of smoke died upon the breeze.

Chaplin Varis walked up behind the chapter master once his eulogy of the dead had been completed. "Perhpas this.... event ...was do to the reports that Vorgan had begun to taint our second company with the testing of thier recovered chaos relics."

Garen's eyes shifted to see who was within ear shot before answering the chaplin. "This was our unholy quest past down to us. We accepted, knowing that items were to be collected to further our knowledge of the beast. If the company was 'testing' those items as you have suggested than they did so under the request and control of the Inquisition. They should not have been blamed for Vorgan's corruption!"

The chaplin spoke again, "Perhpas they didn't know, or didn't see it that way through the eyes of the Emperior."

A third and unknown voice arrived at the pyre, "Exactly. Sometimes this sort of thing is unavoidable. I am Inquistor Delshie and have been sent to you to explain that your mission is not over." Flashing her badge of the inqusition she stood defiently before the two space marines with her retinue close at hand knowing the outburst that was to come.

Garen spun to meet the gaze of this impetuios girl. "What!?! This... (pointing at the pyre) you say is unavoidible?"

"Yes. Sometimes to keep your mission secret from certain factions this is unavoidible. Your Chapter is on the verge of excomunication over this incident. With my help that can be avoided."

"It was your corrupted Inquistor that put us in this position!" Garen bellowed straining himself not to simply destory her.

"True. I'm glad you see your delema so clearly. That is why it must be me who clears your chapters name in my report to the Inquisiton. As of now, I'm taking command and ordering the continuation of your quest. Failure to heed my request will result in an unfavorable report to my superiours."

Garen and the Chaplin stood stunned with the magnitude of the desicion they were being forced to make.

Delshie contuned to push her advantage. "It has been reported that a demon prince of Nurgle may be within this sector. We will seek him out and recover the relics he wields! Vorgan was close to discovering some very useful informantion so I wil follow in his path."

The chaplin spoke up at this point. "Inquistor? Vorgan's path was not the path of the Emperor?"

"Let me be the judge of that. Now tell me of the contacts Vorgan had in this sector?"


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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by IronWarrior on Dec 8th, 2004, 10:13pm
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The Word Bearer marines advance slowly down the tunnel towards the final chamber. It has been 3 full days of sub terrainian travel and no they stand before the final chamber. The Dark Apostle turns to his sorcerer.

"Bring forward the box, our time is near"

Waving his Word Bearers on he shouts "Open the doors!"

Several traitor marines work the gears and levers that operate the doors to the vault. Strange runes glow as the door opens and a foul mist bellows our the opening. The room suddenly comes alive with green/white lights that illuminate a huge circular hive like room. The celing is a dome with vein like structures snaking thier way to the top where they dissapear into each other. At the center is an alter to lost gods, atop it is a giant corpse. On of its skeletal hands gripped around its throat while the other is out streatched as if grabbing at what ever put it here.

Both the Sorcerer and the Dark Apostle can feel the power that pulses through this room as the enter. Thier footsteps echo on the stone floor as they appraoch the huge alter. A few Word Bearers Followed the Sorcerer and Apostle into the room hesitantly.

From behind them, down the carven from where they came, rounds of bolt pistols and chainswords can be heard. The Apostle turned to his Champion. "I am not to be disturbed...take care of that"
"Yes, Lord" Nods the Champion as he turns and activates his power fist. The Othere word bearers follow him out of the room and shut the door to the chamber. It seals leaving only the Sorcerer and the Apostle inside.

"Begin Sorcerer, time is not on our side, we have company with an ill attitude."

The Sorcerer places the box on the alter near the giant corpse and begins to recite arcane words of chaos.

Meanwhile the shots and sword strokes are coming closer. The Apostle looks at the door then back to the Alter. "hurry..."

The Sorcerer opens the metal box and retrieves a vial of green liquid which he opens and pours into the mouth of the corpse. With a few more words the ritual comes to a close and the Sorcerer steps back...."it is complete my Lord"

Both look on waiting, watching for any sighns that the ritual worked. Several seconds pass and with each second the Apostles anger rises. But then something begins to happen. A finger twitches. Veins begin to fill with blood, flesh beings to grow, mucles begins to stretch and flex. Hits skeletal claw like hands begin to open and close and the skull head turns to the Sorcerer with burning flames in its sockets.
"WHO DARES AWAKEN PORGAMUS, SON OF NURGLE, SCION OF DEATH!?" Its begins to stand up fully, nearly 3 marines tall.

The Sorcerer backs up in awe and bumps into the Dark Apostle who shove the Sorcerer aside as he steps towards the Giant beast.

"I do, Son Of Nurgle, Lord Apostle, Caltian of The Word Bearers have brought you back from your eternal slumber.

Just then a loud bang comes from outside the door, then another. Something big is banging on the outside of the large doors to the vault.

The Giant looks to the door and sense the power on the other side. "I SENSE A MALIGN FORCE BEYOND THIS CHAMBER, ARE THEY FOES OF YOURS,APOSTLE?"

"Aye, Lord Porgamus, they seek to end what we all stand for. They feed upon us,for the power we weild is awesome yet they cannot comprehend and wield it directly such as you and I can. Lord Porgamus, I beseech you, aid me in my eternal fight and I will see to it that you and your lord are praised and worshiped as they should be."

The Zombie like giant reachs behind the alter and grasps a large sword and looks at the Apostle. "A PACT IS HERBY SEALED WITH OUR ANGREEMENT THAT MY AID WILL BE REPAID WITH BLOOD, NOW...." The gaint strides towards the door as a black sythe like blade puntures the huge door and slices a gouge out of it. "...IN THESE STRANGE EONS, EVEN DEATH CAN DIE!" The giant swings his blade into the gouge in the door and a bright flash knocks out the Apostle and Sorcerer.....

(To be cont....)

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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by McCommander on Dec 9th, 2004, 11:59pm
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Garen stood on the Command deck of the Fire Claw's strike cruiser, "The Burning Talon" flanked by his First Chaplin Varis and the newly arrived Inquistor Delshie. Looking over the Nurgle infested planet on the main screen, the three felt sickened by the destruction of what could have been a thriving world. A pale light spread across its surface making it appear like a dead eye in space. Imperial records had shown this planet to have been infested by Nurgle's rot for centuries and it was here that Deshie had provided the data that the legion of Death Guard they were stalking could be found.

Garen turned slowly to the Inqusitor, "You'd better be right about their locatiion. We don't have the forces at hand to purge this whole planet. It'll have to be a presicion strike to secure our objective only."

Delshie nodded, "Understood, and yes the location is accurate, but I sense something else. Other presences.... It doesn't matter. Our objective is clear."

Garen still seem concerend about being this far out of thier territory, but was willing to risk it considering the terrible price the Inquisiton had in mind for their falure. "Varis, you join with Lord Librarian Zelrin and command the 6th company on this mission. Make preperations for a drop pod assault."

"The Emperor shall see justice done here," Varis stated before he strode away across the command deck.

Garen smirked down at the little Inquistor, "Will you be joining the assult as your predecessor did, or will you be remaining here leaving us to do your work for you?"

"My lord, I have no intention of keeping my hands clean. My men and I will make preperations as well."

"Your men? That planet is hardly habitable for space marines. Your storm troopers have no place there."

"Lord Garen. You may be the Emperior's finest, but my men have trained and have been equipped to handle any situation. "

Garen turned his gaze back to the baleful eye of a planet, "Their lives on your head, Lady Inquistor."

As Delshie walked away, one of the flight officers turned to the ships captain. "Lord Captain, I have detected...."

The aged captain, deeply embedded high upon his throne was already aware of the strange sickle shaped vessel on the far side of the planet even before his deck officer had been. Focused by his own thoughts, the ship sensors began to scan the vessel, when suddenly it was gone. After a thorough investigation, it was logged as an anomoly.

... Later on the planet surface:

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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by McCommander on Dec 10th, 2004, 1:47am
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The Fire Claws made planet fall and were aware that the detachment of Death Guard they were after was on the move. They had placed themselves right in their path having prepared an ambush. After what seemed like hours of waiting on the putrid landscape, the first of the Death Guard plodded into view along with their rotted, demonic tanks. Lord Librarian Zelrin ordered the first strike.

Lascannons, heavy bolter fire and super heated plasma surge accross the waste toward the unsuspecting Death Guard, but to little avail. Their legendary resiliance was awe inspiring to behold. Onward they marched, their bolters returning fire with deadly accuracy.

Death rained from above as Inquistor Deshie watched great holes in the Fire Claw's line open up as the demonic engines rained ordinance fire. Suddenly from a corpse grove of trees, a creature of terrible death erupted, charging the Inquistor's position -- a Demon Prince of Nurgle.

"There... There!" Deshie shouted over the roar of battle. "Concentrate all fire power on the Demon prince! Now!" Deshie unsheathed her consencrated blade, pointing it in the direction of an ever-growing monster on the horizon. Lascannons and plasma rippled across its hide, burning horrifing, putrid holes in its flesh. The creature was unstoppable in its rage. The winged beast burst upon Delshie's position, knocking her and her retinue to the ground with its incredible force. Five times her size, it reared up for a killing stroke when a venerable dreadnought of the Fire Claws 6th company burst through the trees behind her, shielding her with its own metal body. The Demons fury was savage as it scored deep tears in the ancient's armor, ripping its lascannon from it body entirely. The venerable Dread, in all its experence, flailed under the onslaught, only being able to strike back on uneven ground. With a powerful kick just below the demon's mid-section, the beast howled in pain and rage shaking the very ground. Delshie felt herslef tremble standing before the demon, as blood and bile rained down upon her. Gathering her courage as she charged in, yelling "For the Emperor!" The three locked in combat; the ancient Dread, Delshie and the Demon Prince of Nurgle. Blades clashed and energy surged in all directions as Delshie used her smaller size to dodge the beast's huge scything sword as she plunged her own consencrated blade into its demonic, rotted heart. Chaplin Varis came upon the sene just in time to see the Inquisitor Delshie collapse upon the demon's chest in utter exhaustion, her blade still prutuding from its ribs.

Minutes later, Chaplin Varis woke Deshie, "Inquistor, it is over. We have driven back the Death Guard. Lord Librarian Zelrin defeated their chaos lieutenant and his termintator retinue in combat. We have the Demon weapon "Man-Reaper" as you have requested."

Weakly, Delshie looked up into the cold skull helmet of the chapter's First Chaplain. She could not see his face, but his eyes showed a new found respect. With a weary smile she spoke, "Good. Get us back to the ship as soon as possible. I have a report to make."

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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by Gold Eagle on Dec 10th, 2004, 12:30pm
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Grand Master Eric Tobin of the Grey Knights rocked back and forth on his heels as he listened intently to the report of the young Inquisitor, Mordecai Stamp. They were on the bridge of the Grey Knight Strike Cruiser "Siren", blasting through space towards their home base on Titan, far from the surface of the planet Forlan II on which they had recently purged the heretic Lord Librarian Gabriel of the Fire Claws Second Company and his companion in heresy, the radical Inquisitor Vorgan.

"Lord Tobin, my mystics are sensing a shift in the warp associated with the Fire Claws again". They may not have learned their lesson sir. They continue to pursue the tools of the ancient enemy. We sense that they are preparing to rejoin their quest. Lord, we also have sensed the presence of the Inquisition again."

"Are they members of the faction we purged on Forlan II Lord Stamp?"

"Yes sir, it is they." And this time, they may be stronger and may be dabbling even deeper into the ancient secrets. We fear that they are even closer than before, despite our intervention."

"Very good Stamp, you and your servants have served the Emperor well. Have them contact your brother Inquisitors to seek their council".

"Brother Captain Sarn, contact Titan and alert the men. We may have to turn back. Our job dealing with these confused servants of the Emperor may not yet be complete."

Brother Captain Sarn stood at attention, making sure that the Grand Master was finished, before he gathered his ancient halberd and paced off into the bowls of the ship. The Grey Knight veteran knew that trouble like this within the ranks of the Space marines was among the worst kind of danger facing the Imperium. Didn't these fools know that the tools of chaos could not be used by the faithful? Being a Grey Knight, and having survived the purification rituals, Brother Captain Sarn knew the answer to his internal question only too well.

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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by IronWarrior on Dec 11th, 2004, 2:49am
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Dazed from the bright flash, sounds of battle can be heard, energy weapons being shot, groans and howls, The sound of metal upon the metal floor. The Apostle blinks his eyes a few times, with each blink his vision becomes clearer. The first thing he sees is the Sorcerer, half his body eaten away by green glowing energy. He looks a little higher and sees scores of Metal warriors firing thier weapons at something looming above.

Turning his head following a green shot his eyes see a great giant, skeletal with patches of bulbious flesh over its body. Scores of wounds have been inflicted to this giant creature but yet it still fights on....on against a large floating humanoid figure garbed in flowing black tendrils of a cloak and brandishing a black sythe which swings and tears at the flesh like substance that makes up the flesh of the Giant. Scores of wounds have been inflicted upon both warriors, but the metal skeletons are adding to the confusion and the battle.

The Disciple staggers to reclaim his Acursed Corsius at his feet. Shaking off the last of the daze he realises what he must do.

"For the ruinious powers!" Shouts the Dark Apostle as he plunges himself into the mob of metal skeletons. The Crozuis tears away ones head and anothers arm and finally rests inside the chest of the last skeleton before they begin to pay the Apostle any attenion. Parrying attacks from thier strange energy weapons as they use them like axes or clubs. The Apostle dispatches a few more unbeknowst to the fight above him and the metal skeletons. The Vampire and the Deamon trade attacks to a seemingly endless battle. Both battles last hours, fatigue setting in to the Apostles enchanced muscles he smashes the skull of the last metal Skeleton. A Loud moan comes from the Reaper like figure and it flickers out of existence. The Deamon turns to the Apostle and speaks in a booming voice "I WILL REQUIRE A VESSEL TO LEAVE THIS PLACE"
"And you shall have one, I have a ship awaiting us in orbit. One of my chapions shall provdie you with a vessel. Come now, Lord Porgamus, there is little time to waste. Others are setting in motion many strange outcomes upon this planet. I do not wish to engage any of them in my legions weakened state....We must get top side, my ships teleporters could not burrow through the rock in which your tomb was made."

"LET US MAKE HASTE, APOSTLE"

The Deamon and the Apostle make there long journey back to the surface, arriving at the top in nightfall. A few word bearer bodys littler the ground near the cave entrance. Neither the Apostle or the Deamon pay them any heed. The Apostle, through the vox link in his armor contacts his ship and arranges a teleport to the space craft they use to make thier escape to the Maelstrom.

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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by McCommander on Dec 11th, 2004, 12:58pm
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Inquistior Delshie lounged in her quarters aboard "The Burning Talon" in high warp toward the eastern fringe of the Imperium. Her wounds from the Demon Prince of Nurgle were not threatening, little more than sore muscles and brusies. The venerable dreadnought of the Fire Claws had taken the worst of the beast's fury. For it's service to her, she had wasted no time in make sure that the ancient hero was attened to by the chapter's tech-marine and her own onboard servitors.

Her mind was deep in thought as she rested in bed going over the next steps of her plan. Turning to the stormtrooper who was laying next to her in bed, having help her with her sore muscles, she waved him off in a dismissing manner, "You may go." She waited for him to dress and leave before she got up. She drifted back off into thought.

Garen had been pleased by her actions during the battle. The account of her valor having been presented by his own First Chaplin had helped her position. "Their begining to trust me." ,she thought to herself. She had already sent her report to the Inquistion clearing the Fire Claws name of the incident on Forlorn II. She had explained that it was her finding that only one of the chapter's battle companies had been tainted while the rest of the chapter had remained loyal to the codex and the Emperor. The work of the Grey Knights had been successful in purging the Heritic Vorgan and the 2nd company on Forlon II. The taint had been contained. The report would hold weight and help her allies in the Inquistion convince the more puritain factions that the matter was closed. However she feared that they may require something more , something tangible as proof.

Drapping a lone sheet over her naked body she rose from bed. Crossing her chamber, with bare feet, she came to stop just before the psyically nullified stasis unit that loomed heavily in the corner. It had been the same unit that her Master, Lord Vorgan, had used to traffic chaos relics in the past. She smiled inwardly, "It's also the same unit that I'm using now for the very same purpose." Even through null field she could sense the captive demon weapon's rage from within. Man-Reaper was a rare and powerful weapon to behold. Slowly, she reached out to the unit and played with the static charge that lept from it's surface. "If only there was more time. The powerful secrets you could reveal to help the Imperium destory it's enemies would be worth the risk. Alas, there are too many eyes upon this chapter and myself to keep you. " Delshie stroked the stasis unit's lid one last time before turning away with out a care. She continued to speak to the demon weapon directly with a shrug, for she knew it could hear her, "Oh well, you will be destroyed instead."

"Now who is our biggest advissary in the purtian faction? Hmm... of course, Inquistior Rothman, at least he's been the most vocal against the Fire claws." ,Delshie thought to herself. I'll send him a report that we are comming to deliver Man-Reaper into his hands for transportain and destuction. That should provide the tangible proof he and the counsel require that the Fire claws are no longer hording artifacts of chaos. Certainly not, if they would turn over something as powerful as this. I'll even ask him to bring a contingent of Ultra Marines to help evaluate that the Fire Claws are adhering to the Codex. Inquistor Rothman will also be made aware that I will be staying with the chapter for awhile to keep them under observation, so that he and the counsel may turn their attention elsewhere...

[Catachan Colonel]

Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by IronWarrior on Dec 12th, 2004, 2:17pm
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(This seems appropiate as it really happened in yesterdays tournament)

Across the sector on Rima Indamus Technos, a forge world nick named R.I.T. a legion of Iron warriors under the commander of the, all too well known, Asteroth Hellforge (AKA Lobadon) was decimating armys in his path. Not a single warrior nor alien stood alive at the conclusion of the battles. The reason was vauge why the Iron Warriors after returning to Medengard 6 months ago would travel out of thier way to a small planet of R.I.T. But that soon became apparent when the Forces of Lord Inquisitor Rothman stood in Asteroth Hellforge's way.

The battle was swift a decisive. Bolter shots cut down the guard that made up Rothmans soldiers. All inqusitoral strom troopers and underling Inquisitors pershed at the hands of Iron Warriors except for Lord Inquisitor Rothman. Near the end of the battle, Asteroth Hellforge and Lord Rothman met in combat.

"Leave this one to me" Said Asteroth to his Bodyguard, Keepers of the Hellforge. The 4 Terminators backed up and turned off thier power weapons.

The hulking terminator Lord towered over Rothman, but Rothman showed no fear and stood his ground. Rothman had several Iron Warrior bodys around his feet, smashed and broken by his Deamon Hammer.

"Who knew such a little man could weild such power, though futile as it may be now. I could end your life with a flick of my wrist if I so chose Inquisitor Rothman." Said Asteroth,

"I will not have words with the likes of you Chaos Scum, I am above such heresey and will prove it with my Faith for the Emporer" Said Rothman as he stood ready for battle.

"Your faith....is a farse, your life is a game, your station is a tool, one that I have use for. You will live this day, but know this Inquisitor. There are those among your Astartes that posses the power to destroy you from within, the hold an artifact of ruinous power. These ones have fallen far from the light of your emporer and now encroach upon our darkness. You will need help with these treacherous ones...Your flesh is so weak it sickens me..." He takes one finger of his lighting claw and srcatched his armor on the chest making a screeching sound. "Iron is our keepers....help appears in many strange forms, be not blinded by your rage."

"I have said enough, its time to end this..." Asteroth raised his claws in a mocking way and he moves towards Rothman. The Great Terminator Lord attackes Rothman taking 2 large slices in his sides, nothing serious but enough to hinder his combat abilites. As Asteroth completes his last attack Rothman, unfliching form the pain in his side Swings his hammer upward and strikes the Side of Asteroths chest armor. Asteroth reels back in surprise that he got his with such a blow to nearly knock him off his feet. Rothman moves in for another strike but his attack is quickly parried by Asteroths Lighitng Claws. Asteroth raises his claw and swoops downward at Rothman but juts before impact the Claw is turned off, but still the strength of the Terminator Lord is enough to knoch Rothman to the ground and unconcious. Later when Rothman comes too...nothing but the bodies of his Storm Troopers are left on the field of battle, not even the fallen Iron Warriors.

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Title: Inquisitor Rothman learn of the quest and the trap
Post by Catachan_Colonel on Dec 13th, 2004, 3:55pm
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Inquisitor Rothman lied in his camber recovering from various scrapes with near death.His most recent with a Khornate demon prince. Luckilly the Green dragons Chapter of space marines had managed to bring his near fatal wounds under control.

More importantly the information retrieved before ordering Exterminatus on the nurgle planet had payed off. He had to track lord Vash's Carnage class cruser for close to 2 weeks through the warp but finally could rendevous with one of his most important agents. Agent Bin111 Vindicare assassin.

Agent Bin111 had infiltrated the Fire claws Strike Cruiser "Burning Talon" undetected. and without a trace left behind managed to steal Inquistior Delshie's files on the deamonic artifacts. Unfortunatly the strike cruiser had left orbit sooner than expected. Agent Bin111's only escape was to transport aboard one of the nurgle ships.

With assistance of The Green Dragons marine chapter Agent Bin111 was recovered and brought back to the Emperor class battleship. His report was disturbing to say the least. Especally its what the agent later discovered in the Nurgle Carnage vessel.

Inquistior Delshie had a specific list of items from specific chaos warbands. The list included...

The left Claw of Asteroth Hellforge.

The Cursed Crosarius of Lord Apostle Caltian.

The Twin set of the fists of Evil cargar Violators renegade chapter sorcerer.

The Khornate axe of the Judge world eater traitor marine.

The Dark blade of Black Legion Lord Ohaire.

Argan Black's Corrupt Bike.

The demonic Steed of Emperors children lord "Norton" (Taken alive)

The Man reaper of Chaos lieutenant Vash.

The dread axe of lord Zephon of the Nightlords

Worst of all learned upon the Nurgle vessle was that the Demonic weapon that the fire claws had captured was a fake. It was also some sort of deamonic trap. Inquisitor Rothman's astro telepath had still not been able to make contact with "The Burning Talon" almost as though some force was blocking his astro telepaths. Someone was trying to sabotage both him and the fireclaws, but who?

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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by McCommander on Dec 21st, 2004, 2:05am
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"This is Ultramar Security Defence Platform Secondus III responding to your request 'Burning Talon'. Permission to enter the system has been denied. However, due to Inquisitoral protocol verified by codificer M346, we will hear your requests and accomodate you as permitted."

Chapter Master Garen and Inquisitor Delshie stood on the bridge of the "Burning Talon" listening to the communication between the Master of the Fleet and and the Defence platform officer. Garen scowled at the reply, "How dare they?! Yes, we stand on the door step of the honored Ultra Marines, but we should be treated as equals in the eyes of the Emperor and with respect. This is an outrage!"

Delshie waved a hand to the Chapter Master to stem his anger before it got out of hand. "My Lord, it is still early. Much honor must be regained after the incident of Forlorn II. Would you be so quick to allow a full battle company of space marines into your home system so recently after they had been accused of heresy? No, of course not. These things will take time. However I think we can still accomplish what we came here to do."

Garen stood in silence for a moment. Being an aged veteran of command in countless battles on innumerable worlds, the thought of having to regain his honor seemed unfathomable. However, in the arena of honor no task is beyond a space marine and he understood that this task had fallen upon his shoulders. He and the Fire Claws would forge their honor once more the way space marines were meant to-- into the fires of battle and upon the anvil of war.

"Be quick about it Lady Delshie," Garen responded. "I have no desire to be here as an unwelcome guest."

"Of course Lord Garen. I understand." Delshie addressed the Master of the Fleet. "With respect, may I?." Garen nodded his approval and the Inquistor took over the comunication. "Platform officer, this is Inquistor Delshie. You already have my security clearance codes. Give me a direct link to the Inquistoral database here on Ultramar. I am looking for Inquistor Rothman and will require the last three months of encryption."

"Acknowledged. Please stand by for data stream."

Later in Delshie's quarters she looked over the most resent logs of events. Rothman wasn't here but he had left her a message.

Inquistor Delshie,

Your "mission" upon the Nurgle planet in the Garthran system was a failure. The artifact that you recovered was not the heretic weapon known as Man-reaper, but a fake. An unusual tactic I agree. It would seem almost unpresidented that the Death Guard would go into battle and allow themselves to be destroyed just to provide you with a fake relic. Two disturbing thoughts come to mind. One, that they were aware of your mission and had time to replicate a fake and two, that they allowed themselves to be used for some greater scheme. This may be a plot involving a collaboration of Chaos Legions. You know well what that could mean for the Imperium in this sector. I will commend you and the Fire Claws on the annihilation of the Death Guard. In addition I have ordered the planet to be purged. However the Inqury into the Fire Claws and yourself are not closed as far as I'm concerned. I will go into more when we meet.

~Inquistor Rothman

It was several minutes before Delshie's rage subsided after learning the relic they had captured was a fake. It was then several more hours of psychic testing while she confirmed that it was indeed a lesser demon of chaos that was bound within the weapon and not the greater demon that would serve as the legendary Man-reaper. She did however have a long talk with the demon within. Since it seemed to like being bound so much, she had once heard of a rite that could be performed from her former master Lord Vorgan about how to create a demonhost that could be commanded. She may have use for it later.

Eventually Delshie got back to the Inquistoral logs and learned of the destruction of the council, as given by the young Inquistor Darius. Delshie also noted that Darius, who was still on the planet surface, had petitioned for a contingent of Ultra marines to help him find the greater demon known as Balefuleze who aparently was responsible for the attack.

"Balefulese?" Delshie thought to herself as a plan began to form. "I've also heard that name whispered in my mind. When we did battle against the Emperor's Children recently. I know that I felt the presence of a greater demon but it never made manifest. Perhaps that was the demon that this Darius seeks. I will send a message offering him and his Ultra marines an alliance since I know of their last location. Besides, I have buisness with Lord Sextus of the Emperor's Children. I will have to return and deal with the Death guard and their treachery later.


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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by IronWarrior on Dec 21st, 2004, 3:28am
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Ipexx-Zet chuckled to himself after recieving a report from his informent amoungst the Word Bearers. He walked up to the doors to the birdge to the "Iron Furnace", The new Flagship of Lord Asteroth Hellforge. The sorcerer waved his hand infront of the doors and the slid open. On the other side 2 Terminators tower over the Socrerer and parted ways allowing him entrance into the bridge. He moved to the throne where the Terminator Lord sat viewing hologram data relays.

Asteroth paused a second to look upon the sorcerer before returning to his work. A few seconds of silence passes before Asteroth speaks. "What is it sorcerer?"

The Sorcerer bows "I have word from our informant you have placed in the Word Bearers Legion, led by Lord Apostle Caltain."

"And?..."

The Sorcerer grins under his helmet, "Apperently they escaped the planet with the Great Deamon, Porgamus, However they encountered a problem..."

Asteroth looked away from his holo slates and gazed upon the sorcerer. "What sort of problem?"

"They Encountered an entity that destroyed thier ship and left none alive. The Legion is nearly wiped from existence. I believe that Lord Caltain and Porgamus have escaped because no evidence of thier bodies or remains of them have been found. Unfortunatly there are no signs of where they have gone."

Asteroth seems unaffected by the news and goes back to veiwing his holo slates. "What was it that attacked them?"

The sorcerer steps back a little bit. "Thats the thing My Lord, They didn't know, but they called it "Mother". Obviously a being of great power..someone we do not want to anger"

"Aperrantly..." Said Asteroth unintersted. "Caltain has done his job, whether he still lives or not is of no concern of mine now. His purpose was served.

Sorcerer, I have a new task for you. There is an Inquisitor that has recently attached herself to the Fire Claws space marine legion. I Expect you to find as much information on her as you can. Your scrying abilities could prove useful to me. Do not dissapoint me Sorcerer. I expect results soon...."

The Sorcerer bows. "Yes, my Lord, you will be done."

Asteroth goes back to the data slates, moving hologram icons and pictures around in mid air and opening up new files. One picture opens up. Asteroth Enlarges 3 times...the picture is that of Inquistor Delshie. He moves the picture of Delshie next to a picture already open of another person, Inquistor Rothman.

"How too make these lions kill each other...."

Asteroth opens up a few more files pictures of various Lords and Champions of Diffrent legions flicker on the holo screen.

"hmmm..." His clawed finger ends up on the picture of a Lord bearing the Mark of Slaanesh. "Why not send a snake?"





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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by Captain Ventris on Dec 22nd, 2004, 2:25pm
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Darius read the message from Inquisitor Delshie and a smile spread across his face. "Good" he muttered aloud. Most of his allies in the Inquisition had been killed in the massacer of the council, and friends are what he was going to need if he was to accomplish his goal. He looked foward to working with her as she was reputed to being a great hunter of chaos, though she had yet to kill a greater deamon in combat. The path Delshie recomended taking was in path with the rest of the newly formed 4th company. They had been seconded to a detachment of Deathwatch marines, putting down a small tyranid incursion on Kethos II. This will be good. Two space marine companies and two inquisitors working towards his revenge. Such a force should be neigh unstopable. Darius returned to the computer and sent an acceptance reply to Delshie, letting her know that they would be ready to depart within the hour.

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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by McCommander on Dec 29th, 2004, 12:49pm
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Delshie and Chapter Master Garen watched the battle raging down below as the Ultra Marine's 10th company took heavy casualties at the hands of the Violators. The 10th had been performing training missions in the shadow of the great battle sister’s monastery. They apparently had been out on one such mission when the Emperors Children had set upon temple and it's festivities. The Chaos legion, led by Lord Sextus, made quick work of the temples defenses and was now deep within the fortress performing unspeakable acts against the Imperium's sisters. The 10th had returned to monsistary immediately after having heard the distress call from the sisters stationed there.

Young Inquisitor Darius had already taken a shuttle pod down to the surface to link up with the Ultra marines. It hadn't been long after his arrival that the second wave of chaos crashed against the temple -The Violators, led by Vil Calgar. Breaking the newly formed 10th into scattered groups the Violators entered the temple grounds to claim their own prize.

Garen's scowl deepened as he came to realize the out come of the battle, "Lord Librarian Zelrin, make ready the drop pods at once. We will come to the aid of our allies, the noble Ultra Marines. I personally will lead the assault and rip this Vil Calgar's black heart from his living body!" Garen's point, and his anger, seemed absolute as his lightning claws flared to life.

Zelrin nodded and soluted back with his own weapon. "The wrath of the Emperor shall rain down upon them in the form of Emperor’s finest -The Fire Claws!"

The two marine commanders seemed lost in their pledges to destroy the enemy when a single word interrupted their thoughts. The forgotten Inquisitor Delshie, with her head hung low, sighed. "No."

Garen and Zelrin both turned their heads to look at the little Inquisitor standing there so meekly like they had never seen her before. In unison they bellowed at her, "What?"

"No, we will leave the Ultra Marines to fight for themselves. Make preparations for once the battle is over. We will infiltrate the temple and attack Lord Sextus." Deep in thought and meek of stature, Delshie spoke more to the floor than to the commanders. "We will wait for the Ultra Marines to be defeated."

Garen looked back upon the battle and watched the Ultra Marines fall, one by one, for a full minute letting his anger build before finally turning to Delshie. Garen stormed across the command deck toward Delshie looking more dangerous than any demon prince she had ever seen. He deactivated his claws and with a single lunge grabbed Delshie by her arms and lifted her painfully off the floor to his level.

"Not this time little Inquisitor! We will not be leaving our allies to die at the hands of the Enemy while we watch. To Hell with your quest for Chaos relics and your obsession with Lord Sextus. We go to aid the Ultra Marines at once!"

Delshie winced under Garen painful hold, but her eyes finally met his with the beginning of tears in her eyes, "Do you think me so cold!? Look back at that view screen. They're dying as they could only hope. Fighting the ancient enemy in the light of the Emperor. Without regret and without Fear! They die a noble death. The Violator's will destroy them. Take their prize and then leave! I know what they are after. You don't have the strength to defeat both the Chaos legions down there and we would die trying! Yes, the Ultra Marines will die, but it will be a honorable death!"

Delshie paused to take a breath. "Such will not be the case for the Sister's down there in the temple. They will suffer defeat and degradation like you could only imagine at the hands of the Emperor's children. Slavery and mutilation for years to come. Without Honor and without hope. That is why we MUST save them! Lord Sextus and anything else is secondary."

Lord Garen set Delshie down and for the first time noticed how similar her armor looked to that of the battle sisters. She must have spent some time with them in the past. "Lord Zelrin, prepare for a ground assault as suggested by the Lady Inquisitor. We will save the sister's of battle."

[Catachan Colonel]

Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by Catachan_Colonel on Jan 4th, 2005, 5:17pm
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Rothman screamed from his the chair he was chained to. The traitors would find punishment. They would pay to the Emperor they would all pay dearly.

He had travelled to the world Xirsos prime. A catachan detachment had been sent there Years ago to uncover an anchient xenos artifact. Initial reports said the area was destroyed by tyranids and yet imperial ships had recently found the area still verdent with life.
Summoning warriors of both the Space Wolves and Iron dragons who had duties close by Rothman took his Fastest ship to Xirsos.

The planet was a Jungle world, previous reports had it labled as a fairly baren planet. When he met up with the planet's garison he had found everything in standard military order. The destroyed remains of two xenos artifacts were dutifully buried and marked with type 10001 warning sigils. The artifacts coult tap into the powers of psychers and could be used to create beams of powerful energy. Apparently its power eventually killed the psychics thay used it and those near them. The tyranid psychers here had been killed by the artifact, when they were killed the other xenos became just a danger in the jungle each feeding off each other.

Rothman spent two days scanning the records of the base's communications when one of his lex mechanics brought to him evidence of a deleted file from a secondary buffer that needed his attention. The message was mostly lost but it was between the Garison commander and the "Storm of Iron" a Murder class cruiser that rothman lad last seen in the RIT sector. The message involved the movement of the supposedly buried xenos artifacts.

With this information Inquisitor lord Rothman attempted to make contact with his ship. He recieved only the quiet hum of static. He was concerned about what exactly was going on when alarms began to ring. Calling out to the nearest Sergeant who was mobilising into the Jungle he was told that Xenos had been sighted attempting to flank the outpost on two sides. Rothman immediatly called his guard of Storm troopers to him and began to enter the jungle with the veteran bushmen.

The Woods were thick and Rothman could barely see meters in front of him. He heard the sound of the approaching enemy and the sound of lasgun fire before he could see anything. Then suddenly in front of him was a Iron dragons Iron Father who battered him senceless with a power axe. Everything went dark.

When Rothman awoke the was chained to an admantium chair in the base's "Conversation room" Colonel Lobdell stood beside Lord Asteroth Hellforge of the Iron Warriors traitor marines. The two speaking about what to do with him.

"Can you condition him as you have the others?" Lord Asteroth Hellforge spoke.

"His psychic conditioning may make it difficult. However killing him is not an option either his presence would be felt by the other inquisitor you mentioned." Colonel Lobdell talked as he eyed the inquisitor. "It will take time and a few visits to the crystal tomb to drain his psychic strength, But it will be done. Until then the Psychic dampening created by the xenos artifact remains will keep him quietly hidden away.."

"Excellent Colonel. You are a credit to my service. It is a Pitty you are to old to become a space marine.?" Lord Asteroth Hellforge voice resonated from his recently improved armor.

The two left the empty grey plascrete room. Alone in it was an overhead floressent light and the admantium chair bolted to the floor. The lock cliched shut. There was no way out.

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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by IronWarrior on Jan 5th, 2005, 9:20pm
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The Door behind Lord Asteroth and Colonel Lobdell seals and is clinched shut. They both begin to walk down the dark hallway of plascrete, the low hum of the lights in the back round. Several pipes and tubes run down the length of the hallway in. The loud thumps of the Terminator Lords steps echo in the hallway. Colonel Lobdell stands half the height of the giant to his side but his size is no testment to his battle prowess. The Colonel clenchs his powerfist. The odd silence is broken by Lord Asteroth.

"Colonel, when you have fully conditioned Inquisitor Rothman we will need a test to confirm that the good Inqistor took the conditioning well. I trust that you will use the same procedure as you have with most of your men, wiping thier memory of the process and the past 48 hours. Once comeplete inform Rothman that you recovred his body from the fight with the Iron Dragons. Explain to him that The Iron Dragons with the aid of Ragnars Space Wolves were after the Xenos Artifact that "You" have found on this planet. The Iron Dragons blind with thier greed of the mechanicus intended to steal the artifact for thier own reasons and use it without the inquisitons authority. The Space Wolves, already rampant with mutation was aiding these renegade marines and are just as guilty as the Iron Dragons. "Your" Forces managed to defeat back the Iron Dragons but the Space Wolf prescence is still a factor in this sector."
They reach a doorway and stop infront of it. Colonel Lobdell enters a identification code into the keypad and the door slides open into another dark tunnel. They enter the tunnel as the conversation continuers.

Supply Inquisitor Rothman with whatever materials, men or weapons he needs. But make it clear that Rothman needs to destroy the Space Wolves. If he manages to achieve this goal then we know the Inquisitor took the conditioning well. And we can procede to the next stage. Rothman should not have any trouble with other factions interfering. I have sent Vil Calgar and Lord Sextus to Deal with Delshie and the Fire Claws as well as the Sisters of Battle faction led by Cannoness Hera, in this sector.

The Colonel nods, "I will procede as soon as possible. As I have said before, it should only take a few trips to the crystal tomb before we can procede with the conditioning.

"Very well, I will be aboard the "Storm of Iron" should you need me. I want to be informed as soon as the good inquisitor is ready. Should the need arise that we have to defend this facility again I will leave 20 of my Iron Warriors as a garrison force. Use them as you see fit.

Lord Asteroth opens a panel on the back of his wrist and activates his personal teleporter. His huge body vanishes from sight as Colonel Lobdell opens the final door into the compounds common area where his personal guard of 4 scatily dressed catachan females with gernade launcers await him.

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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by WolfLord_SnOrville on Jan 10th, 2005, 12:32pm
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Previousy, on board the Strike Cruiser Fist of Russ
Lord Tyr, Inquisitor Isaan’s warning appears correct. According to the information we received from the Imperial Navy, there have been at least 4 Inquisitorial Forces, The Fire Claws, Iron Dragons, also several Chaos legions operating in this sector, reportedly under the manipulation of Asteroth Hellforge.
Thank you Navigator Julianna, I just hope we find it before any one else does.


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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by WolfLord_SnOrville on Jan 12th, 2005, 3:38pm
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Njord Gungnir and Tyr Ironhelm converse in a Tactical Briefing room on the Fist of Russ:

"Those guardsmen disturbed me. They were wearing imperial uniforms and yet they still attacked us,” explained Njord Gungnir.

"I know, they looked like Catachans, but there was something different." Replied Tyr Ironhelm.

"Nils mentioned he felt another presence nearby, and not one of those poor psychers forced into duty by the imperium either." said Njord.

"Something about the whole incident just bothers me... I know there's something I'm missing." Said Tyr.
There was a knock on the door. Tyr responded, "Enter." Odin Mjolnir opened the door and walked in. Odin was the senior Iron priest accompanying the Wolf Lord.

"I think I know what's been bothering you Tyr." said Odin. "We've analyzed the sound of the artillery guns we heard firing. One matches the pattern of a standard imperial basilisk..."

"So what does the other one sound like?" inquired Tyr.

"It's been quite some time since we've seen a basilisk with that sound pattern..." answered Odin.

"Get to the point Odin" insisted Tyr.

"The pattern matches the last Iron Warrior basilisk recording we have almost exactly... Asteroth Helforge's minions were on that planet."

"Then why did the guardsmen attack us? Unless..." pondered Tyr.



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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by Iron_Dragon on Jan 16th, 2005, 8:40am
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The techmarine had been working for six hours repairing the bionic implant's in the Lord Captain's torso, recently damaged in a two pronged ambush en route to the reputed entrance to the xenos artifact's last known location. Lord Khaedron was geting restless, though he knew it would do him no good to rush the techmarine while repairing his mechanical lungs...

Lord Khaedron, I need to speak with you immediately... a grainy, metalic voice came over the implanted comm unit below Khaedron's ear.

"I am currently indisposed Iron Father, but tell me, What is the matter?"

Do you recall the comunique we intercepted two days ago from Magos , about an inquisitor who was active in the area and searching for the artifact?

"Yes, though we were not told who he was to meet here"

I believe i encountered the inquisitor on the planet's surface... he appeared to be in league with the corrupt guardsmen garrisoning the world. It was breif, but the inquisitor attacked me as we crossed in the wood, he appeared quite bewildered and i do not believe he was wholly aware of the situation. He was not killed, but he was badly wounded when i disarmed him. I was forced to leave him, the forces of the thrice cursed Iron Warriors were closing on the position and my squad had been badly mauled. I believe he may have been captured by the enemy after our withdrawl.

"This is ill news indeed Thorgrim... the Magos had requested this mission be kept under tight guard with the Inquisition searching for the artifact. -- I will need some time to think on this Thorgrim, i will contact you in a short time. "

Yes Lord Captain... i will have the techpriests scan the surface for any signs of the inquisitor...

The Mechanicus wants this Artifact for study... it was difficult enough to slip in and out without the detection of the Inquisitor to begin with, now he is obviously aware of our presence, and it would be unforgiveable to leave him to the devices of the Iron Warriors... More importantly, it would be too sweet a prize to steal away Hellforge's spoils from under his nose...

No, the inquisitor must be rescued, to preserve the honour of the chapter... no matter what complications this may bring between the Mechanicus and the Inquisition, they learned long ago we are not under thier 'supreme' power, and it helps to give them reminders every now and again.

The techmarine finished adjusting the oxygen scrubbers on the Captain's lung and closes the newly armored access panel... "There you are Lord Khaedron, That should withstand two such blasts before failing..."

"Let us both pray i never recieve two melta blast's to try your theory... or you will be armoring my dreadnought."

Te Techmarine smiled gave his master a curt nod and went about the other repairs in the cruiser's armory.

"Thorgrim" the Captain spoke as he thumbed the comm activator on the armory bulkhead.

Yes Lord?

"Inform the scouts that the are to work with the Techpriests to scan the surface. We will be affecting the inquisitors escape if he is emprisoned... or his execution if he is in league with these Heretics."


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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by Iron_Dragon on Jan 16th, 2005, 8:59am
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Lord Kheadron, i recieved a comunique from Scout party four... there appears to be a large garrison force arround a small underground command facility roughly twelve kilometers from the battlesite, it appears to be a secret bunker for the accursed Catachans

"Tell scout four to hold posision and get a solid account of the garrison force... numbers, weaponry, command...
and try to confirm the inquisitor's location. Do not engage the enemy."

Yes Lord.

The Captain turns to the venerable marine at his side,
"well Sergeant, it would appear your hourgrows nigh... assemble your squad, I will Have the drop pod prepared and brief you in twenty minutes"

"Yes Lord, we will not fail you."

"I have the utmost faith in you and your men Naverg, and one more thing... leave a few to escape... i want Hellforge to know who took his precoius Inquisitor."

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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by McCommander on Jan 19th, 2005, 2:13pm
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A pale light streamed down from above. The single shaft illuminated Delshie's form as she hunched over her work desk, her hands over her eyes, clutching her head. She had spent the last few hours in her quarter's deep within the belly of "The Burning Talon", alone and in thought. She hurt all over and was shaking badly. The most grevious of her wounds had been in her soul she had been told by the companies apothicary. He had however repaired as much of the physical damage as he could. She was still nursing the buning claw wounds she had taken to her ribs from those accursed demonettes. The battle had gone badly.

Visions of the horrible battle played themselves across the back of her closed eye lids. She couldn't shut them out as she re-lived them in her mind. When they had arrived, deep with the Sisters' temple, they had been prepaired to meet the fury of the Emperor's children head on. What they found there in the inner courtyard had shaken even the stoutest of the Fire Claw's space marines to the core. Built upon the sister's alter to the Emperor had been a pyre of twisted living flesh, hundreds of naked bodies. Those of the captured sisters and their acolyte priests, lay sewn and melted togther into one great screaming mass of pain. The Slaannesh sorcerors danced and weaved their spells upon the monstrosity being moved by it's screams of pain as if it were music to thier long dead ears. The purpose of this sickening act had not been know untill it was too late.

The Emperor's children had been few in numbers, greatly out numbered to start with, and the battle began swiftly. The Fire Claws had advanced with purpose and death as they ment to put and end to what was happining here. It wasn't to be so. Slaanesh, Chaos Lord of lust, favored Lord Sextus and what he was doing here by grainting him renforcements in the form of countless demonettes all at once. Too strong was the presence of the chaos here around the alter for the Fire Claws to repel. They began to die. Lord Librarian Zelrin saw the battle begin to turn against them and ment to rally his troops. Igniting his Jump pack he flew over the battle to meet Lord Sextus head on. Delshie never saw the out come, but she knew that neither the noble Librarian or Lord Sextus had been seen again in the battle.

The Fire Claws, despite the demonic presence having been stemmed and the the removal of Lord Sextus had not been prepared for what happen next. The great mass of bodies heaved and ripped apart like the sheading of a great cocoon. A greater demon of Slaanesh was born and space marines died.

"NO!" , Delshie screamed, alone once more in her quarters. "I will not re-live those events!" ,She yelled to no one in particular. "I ....... wasn't prepared. ....I wasn't ready." ,She then finally sighed.

"No, you weren't, and are still not if you ever could be."

Delshie spun around painfully with her annointed power weapon in hand toward the strange voice. "Who said that? Whose there!? The room was empty.

"The messanger is not important."

"Face me whoever you are!" Delshie begain to become unerved as she psychicly scanned the room and couldn't find the source of the unseen voice.

"Things change. I have information for you, Inquisitor Delshie. Do what you will with it. Belive it or not, I care not."

Delshie focused again. While it spoke she could feel it's presence. Her eyes wandered the darkeness of the room.

"There is one who stands against your emperor that doesn't embrace the entropy of things. He's begun to stagnate ...within his iron."

She had tracked the source of the presence to the corner of her quarters. "But that's impossible" She thought to hereself. "The stasis unit for the Nurgle weapon had been turned up high enough to put the demon inside 'to Sleep.'" This was a diffrent voice anyways. It wasn't the lowly nurgle demon she had intimidated before, but something with strength. Some new entity had replaced itself inside the weapon. Something stronger.

"Listen now, I know of a weapon that can help you change the coming events."

[Catachan Colonel]

Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by Catachan_Colonel on Jan 19th, 2005, 6:16pm
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Colonel Lobdell peered out from his forest hiding area. He scoffed at the so called acute sences of the Space Wolves. His catachan warrious had been able to take position with out so much as a call for back up by the space wolves who dared try to set up a base camp on this guarded world.

His catachan warrours used old tecniques to move into place the two lumbering leman russ battle tanks. The space wolves stood with a careless stance seemingly unaware that their lives were in any danger.

The turret on an exterminator version leman russ spun in place and a hail of deadly bolts fired across the intervening terrain. The infantry squad in its path blasted to pulps of sticky flesh. Stunned at the lack of any warning they hade been detected the colonel called out to rally his troops to see Space Marine warrior having closed the gap between them faster than he though possible.

The order to open fire was issued. Brightly colored icons of space wolf blood claw warriors were cracked open by torrents of lasfire. and Combine volleys of the deadly battle cannons

Space Wolf sences seemed to have an acuracy that was not to be underestimated. The catachan's specalist squads were among the first to die. Support fire from the largest of their guns was silenced first. The western flank of the battle was the strongest. Colonel Lobdell personally lead this flank. He was opposed by a black armored space marine hero. The Marine crushed his command squad last female with his bare clawed hands.

Colonel Lobdell issued a personal Challenge to the black armored marine. The Black armored marine bellowed a growl of acceptabce. Clutching the Totem in his right that Lord Asteroth Hellforge gave to him for protection Colonel Lobdell rushed at the marine. The marine stood a full three feet taller than Colonel Lobdell did. The marine was all attack his power weapon savagely slashing at the colonel yet never dinding its mark. Colonel Lobdell reached out to the marine's neck and took hold as he issued the mental order for his power fist's vice like grip to squeeze shut. The sounds of cracking bones followed by the limp form of the Space Wolf foe who has stopped gasping for breath inspired the catachans around him. their area of the field was secure, not a single space wolf remained in the range of any of their guns.

Unfortunatly other areas of the field fared worse. and The space wolves heavy support was still not silenced. Without the proper weapons to follow the deadly tanks Colonel Loddell ordered a retreat. He could see The Space wolf Lord across the field doing the same. It appeared this critical location was to be claimed by neither force. But The wolves had been forced into the harsher jungle a terrain the Colonel knew would not welcome them.

Let the jungle claim who it could, the catachans would be back.

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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by Catachan_Colonel on Jan 19th, 2005, 7:08pm
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The colonel returned to the base of opperations a plascrete bunker complex that had the dangerous local vegitation regularilly cleansed away to the bare rock by promethium. There were the bodies of most the perimiter sentries layed out in lines awaiting to be sent back to the jungle. Two Iron Warrior marines guarded over them.

Still weary from his trek back from battle with the Space wolves the colonel raced to the side of his fallen men. "I demand to know what happened" The Colonel commanded.

Sergeant Stark spun his head to face the colonel. The yellow crome visor was emotionless and un expressive. "Beware who you make demands of Catachan." This was not an idle threat. "Your perimiter was faulty, during your absence their lines were tested twice. The first was repulsed at minimal loss. Forces from the The Master's of the Flashlights Were repulsed but a force of Iron Dragons later managed to slaughter your defenders and exit the base with your hostage."

"The inquisitor was taken? Are you sure?" the Colonel questioned.

"I am an Iron Warrior. My Report is beyond your reproach." The voice of the marine was sterile but menacing.

Colonel Lobdell thought to himself. while passing an order to his men to retrieve what they could from the dead warriors and return them to the Jungle. The Inquisitor the thought has not been cinditioned. In fact his treatments had barely begun. Inquisitorial scrutiny would be upon them. However he still had the opportunity to contain these events. The storm of iron was still in space. Its escort vescles still searched for the loyalist ships. Two strike cruisers and a Imperial Dauntless Class Cruiser. The iron warrior fleet could keep them at from retrieving the inquisitor. The present opposing forces hppefully would be all he would have to deal with.

The Colonel ordered his best men to prepare for the Jungle Hunt.

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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by Iron_Dragon on Jan 19th, 2005, 9:04pm
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Sergeant Naverg hurried through the dense jungle, crushing ferns and small trees underfoot as he led his men through to the rendezvous point. the Inquisitor was almost weightless, thrown over his power armored shoulder, unconscious from a quick blow to the side of the face.

his men were badly mauled, and the few marines who remained unharmed were having a rough time carrying the wounded to safety. luckilly, two of his men only had mechanical damage, and were still capable of carrying themselves, albiet slowly, through the jungle.

they were almost at the clearing now, "Stay here and guard the injured, I will scout ahead and confirm the thunderhawk's position. Protect the Inquisitor, that is our primary objective here." he turned and dissapeared into the ferns.

The coordinates were only a few dozen meteres ahead now, and the sergeant could see a clearing up ahead, and he heard a faint rustling from a crop of bushes just to the right. "halt!" came a voice from the bushes, "Identify yourself" "It is Sergeant Naverg techmarine, is our transport ready?" "yes sergeant, the thunderhawk is prepped for takeoff, gather your men, we cannot remain here much longer... The sergeant nodded as he noticed a pile of catacan bodies in the bushes as the techmarine passed by, pulling the camo-net from the massive thunderhawk's hull.



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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by IronWarrior on Jan 19th, 2005, 10:10pm
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"Storm of Iron, This is the Fell Hammer, I have the Thunderhawk gun ship on my tracking please advise." Came a voice over the ships master vox system on the Bridge of Storm of Iron. Asteroth Turned his head to listen to the incoming transmission then back to his sorcerer.

"So it appears that the Colonel is as inept as you say Ipexx." The Sorcerer nods and backs away from the throne.

"Fell Hammer this is The Storm of Iron, your orders are to not let the Thunderhawk leave high orbit of the planet, bring that ship to the ground and if nessasary, destroy it." spoke lord Asteroth through the vox.

"Understood my Lord" Replied the captain of the Fell Hammer.

The Fell Hammer was a Stolen and refitted Dauntless Class Crusier. Its main purpose was speed and recon, however it was also fitted with Teleporters and Missiles for long range attacks.
The Captain gave the orders to load the missle into the fireing bay and bring the ship down into high orbit.

The Large Iron Warrior captain turned to his bridge crew navigator servetor and spoke at it. " Angle the nose down to the planet and lock onto the thunderhawk with the L.R. missles."

The ship began to rotate on its mid axis as it went nose down to the planet, putting the missle bays forward to the planet and the Thunderhawk.

"As soon as the Thunderhawk enters high orbit launch all missles and reload immedietly, aslo load the aft torpedos should they decide to try and pass us."

The Servitors voice began counting down...."In range in 5....4....3....2....1..Firing Missles.

8 missles left thier salvos with a burst of fire streaking down towards the Incoming Thunderhawk Gunship.

"Reload!" Yelled the captain, "Let them decide whether they want to die or not this night...Should they survive that volley and decide to continue thier escape fire again...


Meanwhile aboard the Storm of Iron....
Lord Asteroth stands infront of a huge veiw screen. On it is a frightend officer in Catachan camo.
Tell your Colonel I am not pleased with him letting the Inquisitor escape. I do trust he is going to remedy this situation by taking the appropiate actions?

The Officer nodded too frightened to speak in the presence of the Terminator Lord.

"Relay these coordinates to your Colonel"

He enters them into a relay and sends them to the Catachan bunker.
"This is the location of a Thunderhawk Gunship that attempted to leave orbit of this planet. My men intercepted it and sent it back to the planet. Inspect the crash site and if possible bring back the inquisitor. I expect no failures this time. The vid screen cuts off. The Terminators Lord looks over at the Sorcerer standing off to the side.
They still can prove usefull to us yet...if they fail again then we may need to enact your protocol 5. I want you to Alert Moloch Steelhammer to move the Strike Cruisers over the location of the Thunderhawk crash site and Send the Fell Hammer to recon for incoming ships. ((Though there shouldn't be any Large Fleets as this is a Small useless planet of no importance to the Imperium))

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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by Catachan_Colonel on Jan 20th, 2005, 2:37pm
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Captain Orton of the Imperial Dauntless Class Light Cruiser over looked the surveyor reports of his ship. Out the view ports on either side of his ship he could see the two Marine strike Cruisers which had taken Flanking positions. His ship has the most advanced sensor rarray of the three.

The surveyors had lost track of the thunderhawk gunship which the Iron Dragons had dispatched to the surface as soon as it reached the atmosphere. What a mere forty marines could do against the well defended positions of the Catachan traitors Captain Orton could not decipher. It was not his place to Judge the ways of space marines however.

The Dauntless' surveyor array had already tagged the total of the chaos fleet surrounding the world Xirsos prime. A Murder Class Cruiser "The Storm of Iron" A Devistation Class Cruiser "Iron Grip" and a Slaughterer Class cruiser "Torment of Tantalous" They were patrolled by a group of 6 Idolator Class Frigates. This fleet was more than a match for the three small imperial cruisers.

The three Imperial ships had to hide within the rings og the Systems Gas Giant. Movement out of the rings by anything larger than a thunderhawk would give away their position. And none of the ships would leave without retrieval of their men still on the planet. Hopefully those loyal soldiers could continue to hold out.

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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by WolfLord_SnOrville on Jan 20th, 2005, 6:13pm
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Days later aboard the Strike Cruiser Fist of Russ:

Njord Gungnir wakes up and sees Odin Mjolnir standing over him with a wide smile and showing off his fangs. "You're bloody lucky I had to partially replace the vertibrae in your neck after that little mishap you had with that Combibolter-plasmagun you used to carry around. The force of the grip on your neck would have otherwise completely crushed your neck." chuckled Odin Mjolnir. "Imagine the disgrace... neck crushed by a guardsman."
"There was a funny smell about that one..." said Njord. "I think he's been tainted."
"That would explain why they assaulted us a second time." said Odin. "I still don't know why they were there. It seems like such an unimportant planet."
"Has Sven Bloodthorn reported back yet?" asked Njord Gungnir.
"Yes, it has been confirmed that this is in fact a Catachan regiment. In addition their camp was assaulted twice by stealth forces during the battle. Some guardsmen, I didn't recognise their insignia, and A small force of Iron Dragons assaulted their base. The guardsmen were defeated soundly, but the Iron Dragons managed to take a prisoner. It appears other imperial forces already knew these Guardsmen had gone bad." said Odin.
"I've never really trusted the Iron Dragons, they rely too much on Machine Spirit and not enough on themselves." said Njord.
"There's more, some Iron Warrior marines are in the camp with the guardsmen." remarked Odin.
"Well now, that is bad news."




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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by McCommander on Jan 21st, 2005, 1:43pm
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Delshie walked the long corridors of "The Burning Talon's" bulk; passing by servitors, stormtoopers and space marines alike. She was too deep in thought to pay any attention to the hasty repairs that were going on all around her to both men and machines. This last battle front had taken a heavy toll on the Imperiums forces in the sector. What had been left of the Fire Claw's 6th company, after the confontation with the Emperor's Children, had made a broken retreat out of the Battle Sister's temple to meet up with the fractioned remenants of their Ultra marine allies. Toghter they manged to escape the planet back to their respective strike cruisers. It was later learned that young Inquistor Daruis had been recovered alive after having been trapped in the wrecked hull of his armored transport for hours. Morale was low and the Ultra's and Fire Claw's parted ways. The only good the two chapters had managed was that with their combined distraction had provided Canoness Hera and her retinue a means of escape. In the days that followed the Battle Sister's had been eager to leave and rejoin a sister monistary where they could regroup as well.

Lord Librarian Zehlrin had servived the battle having defeated Lord Sextus in combat. The rest of the battle however was lost to him as he was finally taken down by demonettes attepting to save their Lord. Zehlrin had remained consious long enough to defeat the demonettes, but saw first hand as Hippocampus was lead away by noise marines who had also recoverd the still living body of Lord Sextus.

First Chaplin Varis had not been so lucky, nor had Delshie favored Venerable Dreadnought. Both had sustained critical injuries. Through the skill of the companies Apothicary and Tech marine they were able to merge the two by saving parts of them both. They placed the remains of Varis within the now vacant ancient armored shell of the mighty dreadnought creating a greater whole.

Delshie finally arrived at her location, the Fire Claw's command center aboard "The Burning Talon". As the armored door slid open she past the flanking guard and entered. The command deck was frantic with activity as space marines and servitors moved with purpose. At the center of it all stood Chapter Master Garen issuing orders like the commander of thousand battlefields could be expected. Delshie weaved between the bustle still favoring her left side. "Lord Garen. I need to have a word with you on what are next move is to be."

Garen paused for a moment looking down at Delshie with a hint of blame in his eyes and then it was gone. "Inquistor, I have no time for you at the moment and are next move is clear. We will regroup heading back to our home system. The 6th company has been crippled by our recent battles and since the Inquistion has been so polite as to give us a directive that we are forbidden to raise a 2nd company I now find my chapter with nearly 25% of is resources depleated. Are onboard forces depleted by nearly 60% and last time I checked you were running out of stormtroopers. I will call for you when I'm ready."

Delshie knew the Fire Claws were under strength at the moment, but she had also seen what they were capable of. Delshie continued, "Lord Garen, I was present during the battle. I know what happend back there, but we have pressing matters to attend to. I must speak with you now.

Garen was becoming annoyed. "Inquistor, our pressing matters are to regroup in strength. We now know that several Chaos legions are under some unknowns command. To deal with such a threat we will need to call upon other chapters and gather the Imperiums forces against it."

"Agreed." Delshie stated flatly, "But before you do so I have other orders to give you."

"Orders? You have only recently recoverd from your wounds. Many of my men have not been so lucky. What could you have possibly come up with in this short of time."

"Please Garen, speak with me in private."

Garen lead Delshie to a confence room where they could talk alone. His armored body towering over hers.

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Title: Re: And so it begins...anew.
Post by Sanguinary on Feb 3rd, 2005, 12:57pm
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Aboard the Blazing Fury all troops were rejoicing from their recent victory. They had just removed an infestation of Tyranids from their home planet of Baal.

A booming voice rang through the hall like thunder and everyone grew silent, "Excellent job loyal servants, the emperor would be proud of you today. But as you know our job is never finished with so many forces trying to destroy our homes. I have received a communication from one of our fellow chapters, The Fire Claws. They need our immediate assistance with a chaos insurgance. We will answer their call. Go and prepare to leave in one hour"

The hall scuffled around as Gerradus Rolk, Chapter Master of the Blood Angels 3rd Company finished his speaking. He moved into his chambers with a member of the librarium, Seridan Levrodus.

Seridan "What what have you heard from the Fire Claws?"

Gerradus "Their Chapter Master Michael Garen has called upon many chapters to help. It seems they have traitors in the imperium they are seeking out."

Seridan "So what are we to do there?"

Gerradus "We are picking up an inquisitor on the way named Karendon Daon. He will be looking for something, which I do not know yet. They are very secretive about his mission. Also we are to give support to the Fire Claws "

Seridan looked into the Fire Claws and their heritage. He found it interesting they were a follwing chapter of the Relictors, know for their use of demon relics..... He only hope nothing too powerful had gotten into their hands.