The Yuli system, home too many wonders of space and the interest of many of its creations. In its dark, cold depths flashes of light and opening portals mark the beginning of a new conflict within its system. Some races have come for power, some for destruction, others for destiny, and still others for revenge.
A flash in the distance signals the arrival of the Scale Wardens of Chaos, lead by the ambitious Nilat the FlameCursed. He has broughtened his men from the edge of defeat and hopes to build a new Chapter to achieve his goal as becoming a champion of Chaos. As his ships move towards the system he smiles; know all too well that he will crush all that get in his way.
A rift, boom, and suddenly a large white ship with a large U on its side moved out of the warp, followed closely by a small fleet. Chapter Master Adreus Vorax stood on the bridge of his battle barge, “The Volturis,” and surveyed the system before him on the auspex. It seemed as though it was ripe for the taking, but he had not come here just to conquer, but also to gain. He needed recruits, and badly; and so with a flick of his hand his fleet set off into the system, ready to conquer the unknown.
A dark shimmer in the depths of space indicated a cloaked Necron fleet, one that had lain dormant for eons. However a Wraithlord named Shadow, who had recently teleported to this fleet, found himself now in a position of power, one which suited him fine. His attention was all on the Sun, definitely the Sun…………….
Having already arrived later than the others, via a hidden Web way Gate on the edge of the system, Farseer Requiel Spiritwind surveys the forces that have already arrived. She see’s the Mon’Kiegh and the Yngir threat that has already arrived, and moved forward to prevent them from bringing annihilation to the galaxy.
Archon Kitaraq cackled as she surveyed the planets below her; for she was pleased with what she saw. She cackled even louder when she realized that this sytem was a perfect place in which to establish her new base of operations for future raids. More slaves, more profit, more power. That was her way.
A light, a glimmer, and a gap in space and time opened as another Chaos fleet slipped into real space. Lord Greeth stood on the bridge of his battleship, seeing the data before him. He saw a system rip for the taking, and no one in sight. Greeth had always been one to be careful; never engaging in unnecessary conflict, never take unnecessary risks. However, he now needed men and material, and both could be found here. He smiled a toothy grin, and ordered his fleet full speed ahead.
Sorrow woke up in the darkness, the same darkness he had fallen asleep in. He ached, or at least as close as a Necron can feel physical pain. His systems told him he was stiff, and needed immediate repair; and ironically along came a spider, a very large spider, and flushed some oil into his joints. Sorrow sat up slowly, and scanned his surroundings. He realized that he was in his tomb world, buried deep within the planets core. Soon, very soon he thought. Sorrow sat up to his Spider (your second in command) and started to formulate his plans.
The Imperial ships, gleaming green and surrounded by the void, cruised slowly into the system. As they passed the first system, Regimental Commissar Kruet Kutaiso (sorry, my key isn’t working) surveyed all his you and eager commanders in the briefing room as they looked to him. “Now is the time for the Imperium to reclaim this system from the Xenos that took it from us. An earlier exploration and Colonial Force failed to do this task, and now it is our time to finish what they started. So here is the plan…………………..
Autarch Alconol was in a meeting with his top commanders in his capital ship. He was thinking about his next move, how to prevent another catastrophe from befalling his people. For as long as he could remember he had defended his people with strength and honor, but now it seemed that the Fates had decided to once again threaten his peaceful way of life. His vision had been full of destruction, and odd signs that pointed to a potential ally of the same color. But as he looked up into the faces of his commanders, he knew he had to make a decision.
The TyrantLord awoke from its dream, its instincts kicking in and it mentally probed its surroundings. It was in Mother’s womb, onboard another organism that was within her. He felt aggression, then calm, then saw a telepathic image of a planet. He knew what must be done, and as he felt gravity play on his body as the Brood landing ship detached itself from Mother’s womb, he was already formulating a plan.
Both man and alien come from the corners of the Segmentum to gain for their own personal goals, but in the end the Yuli system can only be ruled completed by only one man; a great warrior, general, and strategist. To become the ruler will require battles to be won with the mind as well as the soul; for now is your time. Let Total War Begin!!!!!!!!………………………………………………………………………….
Ok, so here’s how this is going to work girls and boys. I will color code your name, and then give you your story line instructions as you go in your specific area. Like in FOG’s previous RPG, you each have a second at your command to request reinforcements and other things (except Tyranids, you have the Hive mind link). You each shall build your empires and grow, and fight, and some will eventually be destroyed. For now in this first post you should start your initial movement into the system, landing, and setting up your HQ.
P.S- I'm working on the map, but my computers systems are being funny
"Walk Softely, and Carry a Big Gun!"
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