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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
 

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Blah Section: Isamyr sat in the bridge, and waited. He had been seated there for some time, waiting. The bridge was completely silent. After what some would call an eternity, a cultist walked up to Isamyr and dropped to a knee.

"My lord, we are ready to exit the warp."

"Exit, then."

"Yes...yes my lord!" The cultist scurried off and relayed the message.

Over the ship intercom, a metallic voiced announced that they were about to exit the warp. The ship shook some as it was expelled from the warp. Scanners went up and the ship main engines started. Behind Isamyr's Murder Cruiser, the Deception, the other ships came out. All of them were small ships. But they were all hard to track and find.

"My lord, do you have any orders?" the cultists said back on a knee in front of Isamyr.

"The same one's as I came up with earlier."

"Yes, of course my lord."

Before the cultist could scurry off, Isamyr reached out and picked up the small man.

"What is your name, little one?"

"My- name...my...is...Klen-"

"Thank you that will be all."

Isamyr dropped Klen, who had pissed himself in fear by this point. The cultist scurried off to change his clothes, presumably. Isamyr stood finally and walked to the bridge windows. He smiled. It didn't matter how long it took, but Isamyr would controll this sector, and with it he could create his own reign of blood.

Military Movement:They begin to gather all recources. 50 Legionaret, 10 bikes and 50 settlers go to the planet. The soldieres start to move across the contenent and scout out good places to hold ambushes, build outposts ect. No 'HQ' is set up, just camps. Rescources are gathered immeditly.

Military Actions: They Kill, Maim and Burn...nothing.

Diplomatic Actions:None.

Space Actions: Fleet flies on minimal power to Galbatorius. They stay hiden from all opponents they come across. Once there they send down the 'settlers' and marines. 2 Murder Cruiser stay in orbit aroun the planet
 

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Chapter Master Adreus Vorax looked at the new area of space as the Vanquishers fleet burst from the Warp almost simultaniously. He folded his arms and looked at the worlds in front of him with a smile on his face. "My Emperor, I will not let you down. The worlds will be claimed."

The five planets, plus their moons, came up quickly as Volturius approached her destination. Behind the Chapter Master, various astartes and non-astartes were runnning around, making final preperations and final adjusments.


Military Movement: The Chapter Master sends twenty Scouts lead by Captain Isaiah Aurio to investigate the planet of Yuli-450, and other twenty Scouts lead by a Librarian to Yuli-459, to investigate the ruins.

Diplomatic Actions: None at the moment. The Vanquishers Chapter prefer to work alone and will not call upon the Guard unless they are interferring. They will contact no other races, despite having a little respect for the Eldar.

Space Actions: There is no engagments as the astartes haven't met any enemy ships yet. Half their fleet, including Volturius, flies to Yul-450. The rest of the fleet flies to Yuli-459.
 

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Sorrow awoke with a scream of agony as all of his systems reactivated at once. Before him was only darkness, the confining lid of his sarcophagus had yet to open fully. Sorrow inhaled sharply, his internal sensors taking stock of the current state of the atmosphere.

There was an alarming absence of toxins here. The world had been a lifeless rock when he left it, but if the airborne toxins had receded, chances were some form of life would have re-emerged.

His patience finally at an end, he laid his heavy metal foot into the slowly opening sarcophagus lid, breaking the mechanism and hurling it across the chamber. As his mind reactivated, he became aware of the many minds comprising his complex. The other commanders, the warriors, drones, and other sentient mechanisms all becoming active little by little.

He stepped forward, immediately falling to one knee with a hiss of pain and shock. His body was failing, immediate repairs were required. His personal assistance drone, a modified Tomb Spyder, approached steadily, and Sorrow was relieved as the field of the machine`s scanner enveloped him. Quickly locating the source of the faulty parts, the spyder disgorged a swarm of microscopic repair scarabs. Sorrow was enveloped in the metal insects, his body made strong once more as the swarm was reabsorbed by the drone.

Life has infested this holy ground. Sorrow thought, his every word and whim shared by those linked to him. In the name of the Gods, it shall be re-sanctified...

MILITARY: For now, all systems are still powering up. The myriad Legion of necrons is undergoing command assignment and squad sorting. In addition, many require mainainance or repairs, so no aggressive actions are undertaken just yet.

DIPLOMATIC: N/A

FLEET: One Scythe Class Cruiser summoned from the nearby tomb complex escorted by Four Dirge Raiders. ETA 12 hours.
 

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Darkness
Vast and empty, the glittering lights of a thousand burning suns were visible in the distance, they were billions of light years away but their light gave a degree of life to this dead like place. But then lightning cackled and space itself ruptured as a vortex was torn into existence and huge vessels emerged from its grip like a baby from the womb of its mother. They were sleek decorated ships they were the Adeptus Mechanicus and the symbols of the holy Omnissiah could be seen on every side. Guns protruded from the ships every angle as the small fleet moved forward ready to fire on anything that could be prove to be threat.

The Briefing room aboard the Omnissiahs Victory was abuzz with activity as officers franticly tried to organize their seats all the while having numerous papers being shoved into their hands by unnamed aids that scurried in and out of the room like ants in a hive. The room was packed to the point of overflowing which was not helped by the aggressive nature of its occupants who pushed and shoved those all of those around in a desperate attempt to find their positions or deliver the latest report to their assigned lieutenants. A huge oval shaped table was placed in the centre of the room with enough seats to house the whole population of a small hive. At the head of the table sat a tall and well built man dressed in clothing and armor that was lined with gold and ordinates. This man’s name was Kreutz Kotaisoz, and he was not happy.

Rising from his seat Kreutz became a much more imposing figure, he stood with his chin raised aloft like that of an arrogant nobleman, on his home world it was a gesture that demanded respect. Composing himself in the manner of a general he bellowed aloud to the crowd, his displeasure clearly evident within his deep voice.

“Order! I demand Order in the briefing room! If you are not an officer or member of my personal retinue then get out of my sight!”

Even above the din of confusion that had engulfed the room his order was heard and every man stopped were they stood. There was a brief silence, but it was followed by the rush of men finally coming to grips with their situation. Orderlies and Adepts alike left as one through the huge double doors at the rear of the room and a pair of heavy set guards slammed it behind them.

Silence befell the briefing room, the only noise came from the occasional rustle of papers or the awkward coughing of officers trying to clear their throat without being heard, least they invoke the terrible wrath of their General. It went on for quite a while before Kreutz finally sat down once more and inspected the papers that had been placed in front of him. They were interesting to say the least, the ships psyker population is willing to declare that they are not alone in the Yuli system.

Throwing the papers back onto the table in front of him with deliberate frustration he turned his head to the nearest officer, a young man who had only been assigned to this invasion right before they left Vostroya.

“Boy, do you see those papers in front of me?” he said as he indicated the ones that he had been examining.

The Officer had clearly not been ready for the address; his brow broke a sweat as his response came back in a series of stuttered remarks.

“They are….err...umm… the reports from the astro-telepath’s readings…ahhh… that detail the wrap inconsistencies in the system so far”

A nervous mannerism was clearly visible on the young officers posture and as much as the man tried to fight it down he could not help but show his fear at being picked out amongst so many other officers. He was probably thinking about how unlucky he was, or that he may have been chosen because of his past. He was not a Vostroyan in fact and therefore the odd one out, he had only joined the army to get away from a massive dept that he owed to a rogue trader after he got drunk and gambled away more than he had. But he was an off worlder and only made it through the basic recruitment requirements because he had distant family that left for Vostroya generations back and therefore he could claim he was related.

Sweet begun to run down his cheeks as Kreutz leaned forwards in his chair to get a better look at the man. They were not even a meter apart and it begun to make him feel like the most unlucky man in all of the Imperium. Does Kreutz know? Why he joined the army in the first place, had they figured him out somehow, did the rogue trader rat him out? Panic slowly enveloped his mind and he became grateful for his nervous nature, it hide his deeper fears.

Kreutz stared intently at the man, probed his every aspect and examined his shaky features, he did this to all of the new officers. Just by putting a man under pressure like that could really reveal a lot about them, this one was fearful that much evident he would not perform well if his attitude is not re-adjusted before the conflict begins its opening stages. He made it a point to get the commissars to pay him a friendly visit, but for now he will just calm his nerves and put his mind to rest.

Slowly a smile begun to weave it way into Kreutz well built features and he threw his entire weight up against his command chair as he roared in laughter. Many of the officers sitting around the table joined in, trying to sound as realistic as possible. Abruptly his laugher ended and he spoke to the young one with a friendly face and a welcoming tone.

“Relax, I’m only toying with you! Alright everybody here’s the plan……”

Militery Movement: Vostroyans allegence is to Mars and on top of that they are winter warfare experts and that makes the polor caps of Yuli-459 quite appealing the fleet moves to that planet in an attempt to set up a base of operations.

Militery Actions: None as of Yet

Diplomatic actions: If possible contacts the Scouts of the Astrates sent to investigate the Yuli-459 ruins and inform's them that Vostroyan Survey teams will be on site also, wether they chose to perform a joint operation or simply ignore then is up to themselfs.

Fleet: All fleet make to move for Yuli-459

 

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TyrantLord, Tyranid splinter fleet

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TyrantLord hissed as it crouched with Its eyes closed. There were worlds here. Mother had shown It what the scouts had seen. Here there was one world he wanted. It was young and held food. The world was hot, easy to digest. Young and tender yes it is.

TyrantLord drooled as It thought of the taste. Its fleet slid from below the primary orbital plane and approached the young world. As they did several spores were vomited into the system. Within the bowls of the ship creatures roared as they began to awaken. It was time to feed. TyrantLord stood and bellowed to the broods.


Military Movement:
Move to Magnar from below the system’s orbital plane. Once in place deploy spores to Magnar. (20 Genestealers, 5 Lictors, 1 Harridan with 20 Gargoyles, and 5 Shrike. 5 Spore Cluster, 10 Mananthrope, 20 Ripper swarms, 100 Termagants, 100 Hormagaunts) To begin consuming and scouting the world.
Spore clusters are to begin consumption as normal with the exception of 2 that are going to begin creation of hives.
Have the Hormagaunts begin laying eggs.
Deploy 2 Lictors to each world as scouts. They are to remain invisible and observe/sample the local wildlife and any activity.
Awaken all the synapse creatures, and place them through the ship to activate all the other creatures.

Military Actions: Does aggressive consumption classify as a military action?

Diplomatic Actions:
EAT ANY DIPLOMATS!

Space Actions:Begin launching fighter organisms from the Hiveship and reproduce more.
Reproduce forces sent to the world, and begin birthing first wave of heavy units (Carnifex, Tyranid Warriors).
Call for Vanguard drones transporting units, if not request additional spores containing lictors to be sent to the other planets/moons containing life in the system(1 per if possible. Same orders as given to my lictors).
Request ‘Cruiser’ beast.
Request additional colonization spores to be sent to Magnar.

Ooc(Is there an asteroid belt? Tyranids don't use transport ships. All of their ships but the Kraken can transport)
 

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Shadow stirred inside the chamber. He had been waiting for too long now, and was beginning to get nervous. Odd for Necron, but still possible. Shadow was the first prototype wraith after all, and still retained his conciousness. Wriggling in his harness slightly, Shadow was eager to be free. He was hooked up to massive machinery, deep in the bowels of the Cairn-class monster-ship: Shadow's Talon. The colossal ship slowly plied the vast distances of space, its systems running gently under the guidance of the Navigator. The second ship, Fanged Dusk, was stored inside the main hangar of the Cairn ship, deep in the belly of the beast. The cold stars twinkled as the ship powered past, its proton engines moving it as fast as if it were in warp-travel. Of course, they could not be used at all times, and required all power from the ship to do so. It was something that the Necrons were still working on.

Shadow continued to squirm as metallic hands gripped his artificial body, and started to pulse with energy. Suddenly, there was a great discharge, and it was over. The hands retreated, leaving Shadow free. A Necron Pariah, Terror, stepped forward, Shadow's second in command. It was simply an office of tradition, as truly Shadow commanded alone.

"My lord, how do you feel?" asked Terror. Shadow activated his new device, disappearing from reality, then re-materialising behind the Pariah. Shadow leant forward, and whispered:

"Excellent."

The Pariah was not startled, but simply turned to face his master, and asked for his orders. Shadow was bored, and gave his orders whilst gliding over to the viewing port. The cold light of the Yuli star glinted before him.

"Take the ship to a distance close enough so that we can begin analysis. Power down the proton engines, and advance on conventional propulsion. Also, give full power to all stealth and cloaking fields. We don't want to be noticed. And use that the physics dampeners; we don't want to be sucked into the sun, after all." Shadow said, mirthlessly. With a flick of his claws, the Pariah was dismissed.

Military Action: None.

Diplomatic Actions: Because communicating with another race would be so smart right now. No actions.

Space Action: The big ship (with the small one inside) is completely cloaked, and has moved towards the sun, on the other side to planet Magnar. Using special technology, it will not orbit the star, but stay in place. Begin to analyse the star. (I will describe what I'm looking at later...)
 

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Blah: With the feeling of real space returning to him, the air feeling like oil to his lungs, Requiel gazed on a system tainted with darkness. The Yngir have already arrived, and the Mon'Keigh have already polluted the system. The Eldar turned to his Warlock bodyguard, sitting in meditation around him, he placed his hand in rune pouch and out came the glittering Wraithbone runes, levitating around him like a sun. The Farseer reached out and plucked a rune and the images flooded into his mind, first came the image of another Craftworld joining the fray, and the Dark Kindred coming forth in such of slaves and plunder and a threat, the likes of which the Children of Isha has never seen.

"Farseer" came a voice in the Requiel's mind, "what do we do next?" It was Admiral Yvresh of the Hand of Khaine, the Farseer replied " Set a course for what the Mon'Keigh call Yuli Prime, dispatch a vanguard of rangers and settlers to the surface into the mountain regions, here we lay forth the fleet's main gateway. The Eye of Lsathranil will use the Wraithbane cannon to project a small Warp Storm, the Mon'Keigh will be too occupied to notice us and Admiral, prepare for a potential conflict with our Craftworld and Dark Kindred".

Military Action and Movement: The Ulthwe fleet dispatches rangers first to Yuli Prime's mountains, when the all clear was given, Bonesingers immediately begin construction of fortifications. Whilst on the ships, the Aspect Warriors commence pre-battle meditations whilst the Farseer and Warlocks prepare the psychic shielding to mask their base.

Diplomatic actions: Too busy to do so.

Space action: the fleet immediately arrives at Yuli Prime and stay within orbit as they wait for fortifications to be completed. The Shadow cruiser prepares to deploy the fleet's personal gateway. Whilst the Wraithship immediately fires the Wraithbane cannon to distract the Mon'Keigh
 

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Blah section: Nilat stood in the middle of the room, there were two men either side of him and a slate altar at the front. The Walls were of black marble, slowly ten cultists entered the room chanting litanies of chaos. The two marines on either side of him had already proven themselves to him and now he was giving them the honour of being possesed.

The ritual was an ugly affair and Nilat was never terribly fond the possessed marines lumbering around giving citizens who should be working heart attacks. He had to say that this latest batch were already in better shape than the others.

"Go and fetch the black wolf" Nilats voice was one you could not argue with when he gave orders, the possessed ran out of the bridge towards the commanding figures quarters. Nilat himself, the dark Apothacery, the dark magos, chief sorcerer and Fen the black wolf who Nilat treated as his prodigy. Fen was at his beckon call day and night. He was a perfect soldier in Nilats eyes, never argues with orders, he had that bit of incentive that keeps being alive. A good soldier.

Twenty minuets later a hulking figuire clad in charred wolfskin and terminator armour stomped into the room,

"You wished to see me?" fens voice was deep and gruff, some had difficulty hearing what he said thanks to his mixed accents but Nilat had known him long enough.

"Yes Fen, I need someone I know won't fail to see to the landing operation, we will arrive in the sector in thirty minuets we will make way to a planet called galbatorius, I want you to take all of our astares forces and all of our armour to secure the land for our workers to begin constructing our fortress."

Fens face was blank for a moment while he went through his plan in his head. "It shall be done my lord, do you mean for mento take the new recruits with me also?"

"no, sorcerer dranesh will be starting basic training here on the ship."

"understood, I will go and prepare." Fen turned and departed the room, Nilat considered what he ought to do. He concluded that a visit to Apothacery dronish would be in order, you can't take chances with the future.

10 minuets later Nilat arrived in a large operating room, there were five rows of ten tables each with a young human laying upon them. The Apothacery was moving through them one at a time and inserting the first part of the gene seed. Scale warden genetics were not famed for brilliance and there was a sixty/forty chance the initiates wouldn't survive ten minutes. All Nilat could do was hope.

"everything satisfactory Apothacery?"

"y...yes my lord, all the initiates so far h...have showed p...positive signs."

"good, we will be making planetfall in ten minuets or so, I want you to stay here and keep working. I will except no mistakes, these are our future, if they fail we will fail."

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"SIR! I have unidentified space craft in the aerospace of galbatorius."

"they look like chaos marines, try and raise them on the vox."

"Aye sir," the comm serf began pushing buttons like crazy, he wasn't experienced and obviously under pressure.

"This is trundik realsifar of the scale wardens, requesting an introduction." there was a tense wait in the room, everyone had gathered around the central console and stood eagerly. There was silence, tension hung in the air like smoke from a fire. The tension was broken with, "We should probably tell someone a bit more important. Quintim go and alert one of the commissars." the boy didn't reply, speed was more important than formalities in the scale wardens.

Millitary movement: 290 scale wardens led by Fen the black wolf to protect 500 humans that are to start work on the fortress.

Millitary actions: n/a

Space movement: fleet moves towards galbatrius, 2 minor ships carry ground forces planetside.

Diplomatic actions: an ambassador moves towards the alpha legion fleet and proposes these terms:
A two month truce,
Fair division of the planets resources
 

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Autarch Alconol stared at the holo-field in front of him as his commanders awaited his plans in silence. He pondered what he thought was the best course of action. Moments after he called this briefing a warp storm had appeared over Yuli Prime, obviously a ruse he thought, designed to keep others away and pre-occupied. Whether it was his Eldar kindred or the forces of Chaos he wasn't sure, and he would find out soon.

His visions had seen the destruction of his beloved homeworld, as he stared at its people being slaughtered and taken as prisoners by a nightmare force. He wasn't sure whether it was Chaos forces or the Fallen Eldar. Either way they came from this system and he would be damned forever to the warp if he let it happen. He looked over at his second in command, Farseer Kendra Agon, a young Eldar, determined to prove herself guiding him to victory. She led the other 49 warlocks from the strike force and he turned to her now. "Your assessment Kendra?"

She paused for a second before she spoke out, "Autarch I believe that the Storm was made by our own kind, but their intentions to us are masked as of now. They could fire upon us if we were to move closer." Alconol nodded before he turned to Admiral Y'leth on his right. "Admiral take us to Yuli 450, avoid the Mon keigh fleet in orbit. If we must utilise our stealth capacitys but do not let us be seen. If they detect us Kendra inform me immediatly. Althosus, lead your rangers into the mountains planet side, do not be seen but see."

He turned over to Kendra, "Kendra, take your Warlocks and 100 Dire Avengers, and 100 Guardians and the Cruiser Asuryan's Might and move towards Yuli Prime. Try and contact the other Eldar forces if possible. If you fail return here immediately."

Military Movement: 50 rangers depart via small transports down to the planet of Yuli 450 where they move into the mountain range of the small continent surrounded by sea. All forces prepare for landing.

Diplomatic Movement: Nothing to note as of yet.

Space Movement: Whole fleet except Asuryan's Might moves to Yuli 450, moving slowly and quietly so as to not be observed, holo-fields are active. Asuryan's might moves to Yuli Prime, and seeks out other Eldar ship, weapons powered down but shields powered up just in case.
 

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The Story Continues(Day Two)

(OCC: Ok guys, good job for the most part, I contacted those of you who made mistakes, so hopefully we can avoid those in the future. Below are sections, each pertaining to an individual commander, so find yours. It lists your commander’s actions, new information you received, and asks questions pertaining to your next post. You can continue your story however you like, just make sure you answer the specific questions if you have any besides “What’s your next move?”

I shall post individual story lines in separate posts. For now, your next step is to continue, react to the news of other races, and keep your plans in motion
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As those that would be conquers arrive in system, they realize that they are not alone. For the most part Chaos, Eldar, and humans seem to be the major players for the area of domination. However, darker secrets lurk within the planets, and soon commanders will have to make a choice as to how to survive.

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Anfo

Isamyr forces make all haste for Galbatorius and pull into orbit within the planet’s dark side; taking extreme care to make sure they are shield from detection. Ismayr then deploys a landing craft with 10 Scout bikers to the planet surface; where they immediately start recon and searching for good places to set up bases. Ismayr’s bikers report back 12 hours later that they have found multiple sites for bases that could be set up, ambush areas, choke points, and other such tactical information. In addition, your second had ordered the bikers to bring back some materials that are being mined for testing.

He discovers a rare deposit metal called Nexcium, a metal used in the construction of the armor that the Marines wear. This could lead to a bonus in armor protection in future combat if it is mined. Other than this your settlers continue to mine resources which are sent up to the fleet.
In addition, you’re second in command, Klen, returns to you after having put on a new uniform. He informs you that an exceptionally large fleet of unidentified origins has just pulled into orbit around the neighboring planet of Magnar. What do you do, what’s your next step??
Forces in Fleet:

940 Infantry
20 Vehicles

Force on Ground:

Galbatorius
-50 Legion Marines
-10 Bikers
-100 settlers(Mining)

Space Force: 100%


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Chapter Master Vorax decides to split his forces in two, one heading to Yuli-450 and the other to Yuli-459. The fleet at Yuli-450 pulls into orbit and released 20 Scouts down to the planet’s surface. After 12 hours they report back that the planet is mostly desert, with large canyons that are large enough to hide a decent size base. They also report a small continent that is teaming with life that is unexplained. They say it’s just in the middle of the desert, an area that has flora that flourishes and small creatures that are of decent size, enough to eat (muahahaha, MEAT).

The fleet that is sent to Yuli-459 pulls into orbit and releases 20 scouts down to the surface. At about 7 hours into the operation your second reports that another fleet has pulled into orbit on the exact opposite side of the planet. It’s the Imperial Guard, with the Cogboys in tow. This irritates some of your men, seeing as how your glorious Chapter prefers to work alone. You receive a communication message from them, saying hello and asking if they can be of any assistance. They also inform you that they are sending down a survey team that will be gathering information on the ruins below; with or without your help.

Your scouts complete their recon of the planet after 12 hours and report they have found something very interesting. To the south a small area is over-runned with old ruins, with one repeating symbol that is constant throughout all of them. The scouts send a holo-pic up………………..



So what’s your next step, how do you deal with the Imperial Colonial Force, what’s your reaction to the findings??

Forces in Fleet:

980 Infantry
20 Vehicles
100 Servants (Settlers)

Force on Ground:

Yuli-450: 20 Scout Marines
Yuli-459: 20 Scout Marines

Space Force: 100%


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Serpion5:

Sorrow is now awake, and as his Tomb world slowly comes online again, his army slowly repairs itself and assembles within 12 hours. It is at this time that Sorrow feels a pull towards a darker section of his tomb world, one that even he doesn’t recognize. Following the impulse, he and his body guard come across a strange site. A chamber the size of the Death Star, with a large portal the size of a skyscraper. Around lay Dormant Monoliths, each standing tall and proud, waiting to be called upon.

Sorrow smiles in inward smile of data as he realizes that now he has a way to potentially leave this world. So what is shadows next move??

Forces in Tomb World

1000 Infantry
20 Vehicles
100 Scarab Workers

Space Forces: 100%


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Samu3:

Your fleet pulls into orbit around Yuli-459 and sends down scouts to recon the planet’s surface. Almost immediately you receive a report that the Astarte’s are already on the planet, and scouting it for themselves. You then receive a message from the bridge that the Astarte’s fleet is now in view, and this intimidates your field commanders a little. However you quickly put them in line, and order that a communication be sent to ask them if they would like to work together in exploring the ruins. You await a reply as you start formulating the next phase of your plan. What do you do???

Forces in Fleet:

1000
20 Vehicles

Forces on Ground:

100 Settlers (They are setting up base in polar caps region, the Vostroyans like it chilly!!)

Space Force: 100%

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G0arr

You move your fleet to Magnar and deploy your warriors down to the surface where they start consuming the planets materials for the bio ships in orbit. You lose your 5 Spore clusters as you enter Magnars volcanic atmosphere, due to the extreme heat that you encounter. As a result your Tyranid warriors start breeding with thicker armor that is able to absorb the intense heat and protect them from the volcanic activity below. Your Mining spores start to consume all the metals within Magnar and within 12 hours the operation is soon under way.

Your request reaches Mother and you feel an intense pleasure, signaling that mother is pleased with your choice of planet so far. You feel her working on a new “Cruiser” beast, but scold you for asking for additional warriors, as she is fresh out.

Your lictors deploy to all the additional planets and observe what is happening around them. The nearest two, Galbatorious and Yuli- 450, report that spiny bioorganisms have are present and have made planet fall. This is good news, as more biomass for you means more warriors for the field.

Forces in Fleet:

1240 Warriors
7 Vehicles (Warriors)

Forces on Ground:

2 Lictors on every planet
260 Warriors on Magnar
95 Spores on Magnar (Settlers)


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Farseer Darvaleth

Shadow’s ship goes completely silent, shutting down not only its main engines but all unnecessary systems as well. He ordered his second to scan the sun, revealing all its hidden energies within in, and the massive amount of resources that could be harvested by your race. However, he realizes that without the sun the other races will die, and therefore they would mount an attack upon his forces. Shadow thinks long and hard before coming to his conclusion upon which would be the best way to achieve domination. What do you do, shall you harvest the sun, or wipe out the enemy forces first. Whats your next move???

Forces in Space

1000 Infantry
20 Vehicles


Space Forces: 100%


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Farseer Ulthris

Requiel was standing in the bridge, pondering his next move when all of a sudden something psychic hit him. He fell over, and plunged into darkness. A vision, he thought, but it moved to quickly for him to tell. He saw a large Ygnir reach out and destroy the sun, taking it for his own. He saw the Mon’Kiegh become its prey after they have killed each other. Worse than that he saw a hidden shadow, short men with axes rising from the depths of one of the planets to claim fierily vengeance upon all.

Requiel blackout, and when he came to his second was holding him; a healer standing above him administering the healing arts. Reqiuel shrugged them off, and start contemplating the meaning of this vision he had received.

What do you do, how do you reacted, what’s you next step??

Forces in Fleet:

980 Infantry
20 Vehicles


Force on Ground

Yuli Prime: 20 Rangers and 100 Settlers (Bone singers)

Space Forces: 100%


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Warsmith7752

Nilat’s fleet moved into orbit around the planet Galbatorious, sending a message to the fellow Chaos fleet that had appeared around the dark side of the planet so suddenly.

While he waited for his answer, he moved his forces to the planet below, setting up a basic HQ and continued construction on a fortress which would take 36 hours (three posts). You men start building and start training. So whats your next move??

Forces in Space:

710 Infantry
20 Vehicles

Force on Ground:

Galbatorious
290 Marines
100 Settlers

Space Forces: 100%


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Lord Rambo

Alconol sends his second Kendra with her forces towards Yuli-Prime and lands on the planet with no problem. Not a warp storm in sight! She makes set up an HQ and waits for further information from here Rangers. Sure enough, they found their kindred, and Kendra asks for an audience with their leader.

However, back on his ship, Alconol had just been knocked back by another vision. He saw his people burning again, but he saw another; more pressing sight. A large Ygnir stood over the Yuli sun, and destroyed it with a swipe of his hand. A Chaotic figure clad in armor rolled over a skull of an Eldar on a planet that he could not name. Even worse, a dark shadow rose form one of the desert planets, small men with axes bringing firy vengeance upon all those that stood in their way.

Alcohol stood up from his meditation, sweating and panting; feeling drained. He sat back down, and pondered what this vision could mean. So whats your next move??

Forces in Space:

700 Infantry
100 Settlers
20 Vehicles

Forces on Ground

Yuli-450:

50 Rangers

Yuli-Prime

50 Warlocks w/ Kendra
100 Dire Avengers
100 Guardians
 

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Kitaraq stands on the bridge of her flagship watching dozens of other vessels surround the planets in the system. There were representatives of many species present including the enigmatic insectoids commonly called tyranids and even the ancient constructed beings. But most of the ships were mon'keigh in design. How she loathed them. That young upstart race had suddenly colonized every corner of the galaxy. Crowding everyone else out.

"Our scouts reported this world was lightly populated. It seems they've made a grave error." Kitaraq told her lieutenant. Her displeasure at not knowing the situation was apparent. "Find who is responsible and make an example of him."

"I have some unpleasant news to report." Eliza whispered in her ear. "It seems casualties from your recent... promotion... have left us under manned for the current raid. We will need more men."

Kitaraq scowled at that. "Then I suggest you get us some. Don't you think." she barked at the other woman.

"Yes Archon. I will get right on it." Eliza hastily nodded and excused herself.

Military Movement:
Kitaraq sends her first teams of warriors and wyches down the planet Yuli 450 for scouting operations. They begin setting up temporary webway portals for east access to the planet. She keeps the laborers and elite forces on board her vessels at this time.

She also sends a message back to Commoragh telling them of her need for more troops and ships. She makes sure to remind them that anyone who joins her on this raid will have plenty of opportunity for profit and a chance to kill some mon'keigh.

Space Movement:
After deploying her troops she pulls her ships out of orbit and takes position on the outskirts of the solar system. If her troops need to be pulled out she can do so by the webway.

Diplomatic Movement:
Kitaraq orders two shuttles manned with trusted eldar to be sent to the two craftworld eldar fleets. Her offer is simple: a non aggression pact until such time as the mon'keigh are taken care of. This includes (but is not limited to) her forces will not raid fellow eldar bases and in turn those eldar will not fire upon her craft entering or leaving the planet.
 

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A beacon of light shone out amongst the storm as freezing men scurried to direct the lights, swinging them into to sky in a vain attempt to light the path for their imminent arrivals. The Blizzard was too strong and the light was stolen away with the winds, the constant stream of snow blocking out all hopes for a safe landing. It had come unseen and caught the men of the outpost Tallision’s Hope off guard, they had not even been on the ground long enough to establish their radar and the planet of Yuli-459 was already putting pressure on the weary worker men. For the men of the Vostroyan 231st however, it was just another day

Regimental Commander Kreutz Kotaisoz was thrown sideways once again as the Valkyrie assault carrier struggled to maintain control within the ferocious winds. The engines jutted before the pilot slammed on the acceleration, trying to spot the landing pad in the distance through the snow he could make out the faint flicker of the landing lights. With that he brought his carrier down for a better look and muttered a prayer to Emperor that his bird would stay in the air at least long enough for them to set down. While in the back Kreutz swore under his breath as the harness that he was strapped to constrained his stomach even more, a sharp pain briefly swept over his torso as the ship dived low and he severely hoped that they had made it.

Luckily his suspicions were confirmed and he could feel the Valkyrie gradually slow down as they came in for landing, the pilot then took the time to announce their arrival over the internal vox.

“This is your pilot speaking; we have arrived at the forward base Tallision’s Hope please be patient as we come in for touch down.”

A wave of relief overcame every fiber of Kreutz’s being as the Valkyrie carrier extended its landing gear onto the pad below. It was knee deep with snow and would have been barely visible if not for the bleeping red lights of the pads exterior. The ramp at the rear of the ship begun its slow decent and Kreutz fiddled with his harness before rising to meet the oncoming snow. Brutal winds smashed their way up against his form and it became an effort just to stand up straight, putting his arm in front of his face in an attempt to keep the winds out his eyes he forged onward and into the base known as Tallision’s Hope. He had named it after his son who was still aboard the flagship Omnissiahs Victory, as he persevered through the snow he could make out a dark figure coming towards him. As he drew closer he could make out the mans strangely foreign features and unusual stature, it was Commissar Bak Ferstera. He was wrapped up his thickest Commisar’’s coat and warming his hands with what little heat he could generate from his pockets. It was clear that he was discontent with his current situation, unlike Kreutz and his men he had probably never seen the snow let alone felt the cold winters it brings. Shouting to be heard above the blizzard he called to Kreutz.

“This way sir, we have to make it to the command bunker before the gusts bring more snow down on its doorway”.

Trudging further through the snow with Bak as his guide Kreutz could see the bare outlines of some trenches in the distance all filled to the brim with snow, the boys hadn’t even had time to set up the guard tents. Moving on they reached a small bunker constructed with makeshift metal panels, the concrete exterior was yet to be laid due to the storm. After a brief exchange with the door guard Bak and Kreutz were let inside and greeted by the sight of all the Platoon officers gathered around a circler table.

Removing his coat Kruetz moved towards the table and examined the situation. The computerized table was displaying all kinds of differing tactical information, but there was one particular piece of information that managed to catch his eye.

The Space Marines have arrived

Miliary Movement: Scouts deployed to ruins to investigate, works with the Space Marine Scouts if applicable. (If they say yes)
Continues Construction of Defences and the Base Tallisions Hope, this is located on the Southern polor cap.


Miliary Actions: None as of yet


Dilomacy: The Following letter is written only as a Justification for more troops and to further the twist plot for my Character, do not feel obliged to read it as it has nothing important to say. (Unless your Emp.)

+++Incoming Transmission+++
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+++Tracing Signal Origination+++
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+++Signal found, Segmentum Obscurus – Yuli System, Yuli 459+++
+++From the Desk of Regimental Commander Kreutz Kotaisoz, for the eyes of Lord General Militant Denisov Vorontzov+++
+++Thought for the day: Heresy grows from idleness+++

Dear Lord General Denisov Vorontzov

I have no doubt that as you settle down into the grandeur of your studies high chair and grasp this Holo-tape tightly in your hands that you are thinking of the good times. Gazing out of the study window you can see the Emperors Garden were me and Sila were first married, yes I can still remember that day as though it was only yesterday. I had just got my first command ribbon, Sila was so proud. I also remember what you said to me on that day, you made me promise that I would always care for her, how did the old saying go? “Till death do us part” I believe it was. Well it is because of this promise that I write to you now, and I assure you that I only have the best interests at heart.
I require additional forces; the threat posed to the Segmentum Obscurus is greater than any of us could have possibly predicted. We have come prepared for a mere purging operation but instead we have a battle coming that is worthy of a crusade. In the name of the Holy Emperor we must bring victory to the Yuli system if there is to be any hope of future colonization. It is our chance to shine to show true combat prowess, to deliver our Emperor and our family even more glory. Which is why I urge you to dispatch forces with full haste for the Segmentum Obscurus, victory demands sacrifice and these shall be our finest hours.

Sincerely yours Kreutz Kotaisoz

+++Transmission Ends+++

Space Movement: None Ships will orbit Yuli-459







 

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"Lord Librarian," A Veteran Sergeant, named Nevian, looked up at the veteran Librarian, Demiah Castol. "I've recieved a message from the Imperial Guard. They've sent diggers down to our location and are wondering if they could be of any assitance."

"We don't need the Guard, Sergeant." the reply didn't come from Castol. It came from a young Scout nearby, "We're Astartes - we can do this alone."

"You're not astartes yet," snapped back Castol warningly, and turned to Nevian. "And besides, these Guardsmen could be useful to us. Send a message back. Tell them that they can watch over the site and assist us if they get in our way."

"Yes Captain," replied Nevian, and before doing so, turned to the young scout. "Gerthan, you will suffer penance for this when we get back home."

"Yes, Sergeant," the young scout called Gerthan nodded.

"All squads," Castol announced. "Continue the investigation-"

However, before he could continue, the second Sergeant that accompanied Nevian ran up to him. His name was Thesan, another Veteran, older than his accompanying Sergeant and had served for many years as a Vanquisher Scout. "What is it, Brother-Sergeant?" Castol asked, curiously, sensing something was wrong.

"My squad has found something, Brother-Librarian... In the ruins," he remarked, keeping his distance.

"Well then," Castol replied. "Show me, Brother-Sergeant."

However, when they arrived at the site, which was overrun with old ruins, presumably of an old Imperial settlement, Castol noticed the symbol as they climbed over the top of the first hill. It was that clear. He recgonised it with growing dread covering his face. The last time they had fought these beasts, it had been a hard task indeed. "Do you know this symbol, Brother-Librarian?" Thesan asked, curiously, and Castol was suprised that he hadn't encountered it before.

"I'm surprised you don't know it yourself, Brother-Sergeant," responded Castol with a frown. "Send a holo-pic up to Volturis. Tell The Chapter Master - that we are not alone in this crusade. The Necrons will wake."

"Yes, Brother-Librarian," Thesan remarked, before departing.

Military Movement:

Chapter Master Vorax sends down three companies (3rd, 2nd and 5th, along with Rhino Transports and Two Predators and One Whirlwind) to Yuli-450 to construct a base of operations near the mountain ranges. He has not heard from the scouts on Yuli-459 yet.

Diplomatic Movement: None at the moment

Space Movement: Aside from one Rapid Strike Vessle, the rest of the fleet on Yuli-459 journey to Yuli-450 after seeing the arrival of the Imperial Guard.
 

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Blah section: The settelers had made quick work on the fortress and it now had it's basic structure complete and the South end would be complete by twelve mind midnight. Nilat ordered his navigators to take them into orbit around the moon, he ordered 500 traitor gaurd to begin work on foundations for a moonport and planetside teleportation bays for the settlers. Nilat himself was going to go planetside and inspect the progress of the fortress, he would send some astares to scout the planet in thunderhawks and inspect anything suspicious.

The hell talon drop pod was in bad condition, it was shaky for a drop pod, one of it's doorframes fell of during landing and Nilat stumbled out feeling a bit annoyed that his drop pods had been allowed to fall into this quality.

He walked past the workers who stiffened up a they felt his burning presence move past them. He walked up a set of rockcreet stairs to an empty half built room. Fen and three others were gathered around a marble table. Nilat presumed this was to be the command centre.

"Fen, fifty marines are to scout the planet for any potential resource or anything suspicious, send ten marines to scout the void and try to recruit any other worshippers of chaos to our cause. See that it is done."

"yes my lord"

Millitary movement: fifty marines begin to scout the planet, ten leave the system and try to recruit other forces of chaos. Five hundred traitor guard move to the moon to begin digging the foundations of the moonport.

Millitary actions: n/a

Space movement: entire fleet begins to orbit Galbatorius moon

Diplomatic actions: waiting for reply from alpha legion.
 

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TyrantLord felt the influx of new biomatter. Good the hive could use this. It felt the reply of mother. She was happy, the world was good. The large 'cruiser' beast would be here soon. She was displeased with his question of more forces. It was in tyranid nature to always wish for more forces. Still the production was in good form. The first wave of 'fresh' soldiers should birth within the next few hours. Good Tyrantlord was pleased.

There was the matter of the spiked creatures. They would need to be delt with. They could be useful as biomatter. There were ones who had hard skin, and then there were the smaller ones. Yes biomatter was biomatter. Deal with the little ones now; the big later. A single thought was sent to the lictors upon the world. Kill where there is no fear of death, more hunters will arrive soon.

TyrantLord felt something more. Space creatures? No, they were the hard skinned ones. It turned its attention to them. They wanted its fleet? Yes yes! Let them come, it was still hungry. There was something in its mind. These things could be difficult to deal with. Take them now before the creatures could assemble more of their kind, yes. KILL THEM! They have left the world behind without assistance.

Military Movement:
5 more lictors are deployed to Galbatorius.
Deploy spores into orbit and prepare to send them out.

Military Actions:
Lictors on Galbatorius are given their leave to pair up and take out small groups of prey on world. These are to be done in remote locations, and against only the groups with the highest chances of victory without loss.

Diplomatic Actions:
Tyrand not know what this ‘diplomacy’ is.

Space Actions:
Deploy from the hive ship a wave of boarding organisms, and produce more.
Produce more ground forces. Using information from the Lictors upon Galbatrius begin to add armor, and biomorphs to assist in any assault taken there.
Request Kraken escorts.
Request fighter/boarding organisms from the fleet.
Produce Launch Spores, and deploy them as the assault begins.

Move all ships in an open formation against the foe.
 

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With the vision still burning in his mind, Requiel awoke, within the Eye Lsathranil's healing gardens. His dazed eyes looked upon the healer "Do not worry child, I shall live" he said to the healing seer. The voice of Admiral Yvresh echoed in the Farseer's mind "Farseer are you alright, your psychic presence faltered, what had happened?" Requiel thought over his answer and knew there was no easy way to say what his mind's eye has witnessed. the Yngir Admiral, they to plan to destroy us and the Mon'Keigh when we are at our conflict's peek though it has something to do with the system's star, though what I do not know Admiral". Requiel sensed Yvresh's hesitation and merely said "What is it Yvresh?", the Eldar admiral replied "we have recieved hails from another Craftworld's vessel, coming from another Seer called Kendra Agon. She says she comes an behalf of an Autarch Alconol and requests an audience." The Farseer spoke "tell the young Seer she has her audience and that she is to meet me at our webway gate on the planet, I sense her Autarch has shared my vision and send a message to my brother, Autarch Kaeshir and the Seer council, we will need whatever forces we can gleen to combat the Yngir and the Great enemy. I shall to go down to the base with Yular's 9 Warlocks and a detachment of warriors to meet with our kin".

The cold air of Yuli Prime's mountains had touched Requiel's skin, a sensation he had not felt for a long time, he looked upon the young Seer, Kendra Agon. "I am Requiel Spiritwind, Farseer of Craftworld Ulthwe and Patriarch of House Spiritwind, I know of why your Autarch has sent you here, but I will hear what he has to say". The Farseer knew this Eldar was eager and hoped the negotiations will go well and he would gain an ally.

Military movement: The Farseer, 10 Warlocks for his retinue, 100 Guardians, 50 of each Aspect Shrine, 2 Wave Serpents, a Fire prism and 3 Vypers head down to the surface of Yuli Prime.

Military Actions: Vypers and Rangers scout about for the enemy's presence on Yuli Prime, but apart from that nothing at all.

Diplomatic actions: The Farseer himself goes to meet with the other Eldar Farseer to discuss the situation and the potential for an alliance. Meanwhile Admiral Yvresh sends a request for reinforcements back on Ulthwe.

Space actions: Deployment of Vampire Raiders carrying the negotiation party down to the planet as well as the sending of stealth fighters to alert for the enemy's presence
 

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OCC: This is mainly for Samu3, these will arrive in 12(one post) turn


+++Incoming Transmission+++

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+++Tracing Signal Origination+++

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+++Signal found, Segmentum Obscurus, Vostroya

+++From the Desk of Lord General Militant Denisov, for the eyes of Regimental Commissar Kreutz Kotaisoz +++

+++Thought for the day: Walk softely, and carry a big gun+++

Dear Regimental Commissar Kreutz Kotaisoz

How could I not, for when I heard from my daughter that you had proposed to her, I had a tear come to my eye. I hope this finds you and my daughter in good spirits and your fight for in the Emporer’s name going well.

Referring to the matter of manpower, I have procured 10 Leman Russ, 500 Infantry, and a Cruiser to assist you in bringing the Emporer’s light to this forgotten system. I hope you remember this favor in the future my son-in-law

Respectively yours Denisov

+++Transmission Ends++
 

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Sorrow

Blah:

Sorrow walked smoothly now that his joints had received the proper care. His spyder drone had followed him since he began to survey his tomb. The sight was pleasing to him, loyal servants of the star borne pantheon were preparing for their holy crusade, receiving repairs and arming themselves with long dormant weapons.

Sorrow felt his mind receiving new information, each and every piece he recognised from the time before he slept. There were the warrior units, the construction drones, the specialists, and the...

Wait, what was that? Armour? Sorrow had no memories of using armour in his crusades before! His had purely been a raiding force!

He broke into a run. The signal he`d received clearly painted them as monoliths, but still the Necron Lord wanted to see these machines for himself. Was thre a glitch in the code perhaps, or had the star gods truly seen fit to grant him such a mighty warhost?!

He reached the enormous chamber at the heart of his tomb within half an hour, his loyal personal drone hovering hot at his heels. And by the Messenger...

Monoliths... Sorrow thought. Truly, I have been blessed.

With such power, Sorrow quickly revised his plans, grinning malevolently the whole while.

Prepare the first wave. Sorrow said. Stand by to activate the portal.

Military Movement

Awakening complete. First wave standing by. Portal remains momentarily inactive pending the activation of recently discovered monoliths.

Diplomacy

I have no allies here. Diplomacy is irrelevant.

Fleet Actions

Fleet still holding orbit. Currently out of Phase to avoid detection.
 

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"My lord, we are receiving a transmission from another chaos fleet." Klen said, huridly and with a shaky voice.

"Play the message." Isamyr growled. He had been found.

"This is Trundik Realsifar of the Scale Wardens, requesting an introduction."

Isamyr sat and waited, he finaly tapped the vox button; "This is Isamyr Greeth, if you with to make negotiations, you will meet me on the planet surface ant these coordinates in seven hours,"
Isamyr motioned to one of the serfs in the bridge to send an area where an ambush would be easy to execute,
"You and I shall meet alone, commander to commander, and discuss."

Isamyr tapped the vox link and cut the signal.

"Klen, have the fleet stay in ordit, Order the rest of the bikes to the surface. I want 150 Legionaries, 50 Havocs and the remaining settelers and bikes on the surface, now"

"Yes, yes my lord!" Klen said before scurring off.

Isamyr Stood and walked out behind the small man from the shadows in the bridge, ten terminators followed their leader out. Isamyr and his forces decended to the planet. Once their Isamyr gave orders.

"Settlers; mine faster. Get all the Nexcium out of this planets and in the armoury now."

"Bikes, look you any signs of Scale Wardens activity. Report it imeeditle."

"I want 100 Legionaries and 25 Havocs in the ambush zones. Cloaks on, no transports."

"The remaining marines will await orders to oversee any mining operations by the enemy. Those marine involved in the ambush will join their brothers after."

"Terminators, prepare to teleport into battle. We will have to go without our land raider today." Isamyr said with a smile, as he ended his vox transmition.

Isamyr turned to Klen, "Tell the armory to prepare to upgrade armor with the Nexcium."

Isamyr's ambushing marines moved into place and observed the meeting ground. Isamyr himself waited in an over looking cave Terminators next to him. Without his enhanced vision, Isamyr would be able to see anything. Even with this though, the smoke made seeing long distances difficult, and at the distance Isamyr was at, the word "difficult" was an understatement.

Military Movement:
15 bikes scout for recources.
5 bikes scout for Scale Wardens activity.
100 Legionaries & 25 Havocs with transports and transports of the other 125 marines wait at bases and field camps.
100 Legionaries & 25 Havocs are cloaked(invisible) and awaiting ambush.
10 Terminators wait with Isamyr on far away mountain and prepare to teleport.

70 settlers mine for Nexcium.
30 settlers mine for everything else.

Military Actions: Await Negoitiations.


Diplomatic Actions: Anwser transmittion and set up negiotiation.


Space Actions: Keep distance from opposing fleet.
 
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