Join Date: Oct 2012
Location: Over the rainbow
Why do you assume that every faction wants the same thing? They could be there everyone for a different reason, but everyone in the midst of the other's plan! Until something happens in the closing games that give everyone a common goal.
Space Wolves are engaged hardly against a rampaging ork invasion: they are overwhelmed and only by crippling the ork's mek labs they can have a chance to stem the metal tide of ork walkers and organize a coup to decapitate the ork "command" chain!
The dark angels are chasing a Fallen (chaos space marines) and their hunt leads them into a wartorn world. The Fallen is sneaky and slimy and plays seek-and-hide with the Angels, enraging them with red errings and fake leads, eventually disguising himself as a space wolf and infiltrating their ranks...
Orks would have long ago conquered this backwater planet once and for all...if not for a bitter infight. Two warbosses claim ownership of the mounting WAAAGH! as they are entangled into a show of strenght of untold proportions. This lasts until the two begin to simultaneosly harass each other with unprecedented means: sabotage and black ops! There is clearly someone alse's brain behind this turn of events...
Space Marines of the Invaders chapter arrives in the war thorn Sector. Being vastly outnumbered they seek a way to disrupt the Orks operation but in doing so they whitness the warp-spawned bestiality of the Space Wolves, the uncaring actions of the Dark Angels, driven only by their dark scopes and the treachery of Chaos. Clearly, there are no friends on this planet.
And so the war goes on, puncuated by many kommando operations from all the sides, until someone broadcasts the activation codes of many Vortex Missiles Silos scattered on the planet. The race to destruction begins in its full, while all the veterans and specialists of the various faction are trying to seize the weapons of mass murder for themselves!
The Legion of Perfects Project
The calls of Slaneesh stir so deeply within me, as if I was birthed from the very essence of it. For my ambition to infinitely ascend above all is never ending, like fire within it burns me to ever cindering ash. Lord of light and ascension is who I am, realities burn to ash at my very passing. My luminescence is unparalleled for I am luminosity itself, all light is but a shadow of my silhouette