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Fleet-Engagement Response:

Seconds after Lord Shadow and his small bodyguard had successfully teleported onto the planet below, alarm klaxons blared on the Cairn ship. Lord Voidwalker marched over to the bridge, where the Navigator was kept.

The Navigator was a great machine, with a core of what was once a living Necrontyr. Such devices were incredibly valuable, now that the Necrontyr were extinct, so any remaining units were highly sought-after. A ship the size of a Cairn would be seldom seen without one, for it could organise and control the entire ship in microseconds, able to access every part of it instantly. This cut out the need for crew.

Voidwalker approached the device, and spoke.

"Navigator, what is happening?" asked Voidwalker.

"Three incoming enemy vessels." intoned the metallic, grating voice of the Navigator, "Eldar. They have spotted us."

Lord Voidwalker scoffed, "But surely, this is impossible! The cloaking fields are up!". A quick check of the closest monitor told him otherwise. It was still powering up, and wasn't yet ready.

"Ok, then. How much power do we have left from the small Sun-harvest, Navigator?" asked Voidwalker.

"Full combat capacity, and a surplus of fifteen mega-tonnes of guass, along with fully-powered emergency units."

Voidwalker started. "Fifteen surplus!? These Eldar will know only death!" cried Voidwalker.

"Power up full shields! Power up guass lances and all cannon! Prepare to repel these futile enemies!" cried Voidwalker.

The ship hummed with power as all combat systems charged.

"Lord Voidwalker, we still have the surplus energy. If we do not use it, it will begin to decay and waste." said the Navigator.

"I know, I know.... power the Phase Cannon." said Voidwalker, laughing manically, "and couple it to the mass-Chronometrons. We will obliterate all enemies in our path with this new weapon, of my own devices. I call it... the Voidreaper!"

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Space Response:

The Cairn ship prepares all systems to fire, and full shielding. Suddenly, the ship is hit by the Witchcannon. This blasts into the main hangar, where the Night-class ship is undergoing repairs. The cannon causes ferocious damage, annihilating the repair systems, and causing further damage to the Night vessel. Thanks to dampening systems, further damage is avoided. However, this means the Night ship will be in repairs for much longer than previously anticipated.

Many gauss lances fire on the ship which unleashed the Witchcannon, hoping to hit it amongst a flurry of guass fire. The Voidreaper also powers up; this device couples an incredibly powerful weapon, the Phase Cannon, with a mass Chronometron; thus removing the Phase Cannon's only weakness.

In short, the Phase Cannon can fire one single shot, but at unlimited power. Unfortunately, the shot only fires for a fraction of a second. However, using the Chronometron, time is slowed so that the single shot becomes a mighty beam, capable of sweeping along an entire ship before powering down.

Coupled with the perfect accuracy and calculating logi of the Navigator, this weapon is sure to cause damage.

The Voidreaper is fired at another of the ships, but not the one which fired the Witchcannon, as hopefully it will have been crippled by the more basic guass fire. The third ship, however, has little shot at it, only a few guass cannon shots, and so is largely unmolested.
 

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TyrantLord, Tyranid splinter fleet

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TyrantLord hissed as it felt the influx of biomater. The hive was getting stronger. Good, good they would have the forces needed soon enough. Now they would need purpose. It hissed again. They had almost consumed enough to move on. TyrantLord called part of the consumption forces back. The hive would need to move soon.

There is a twitch as information from the world of fire reach the hive mind. The spiky ones have begun trying to consume one another. Interesting, if it continued then it would be a fortunate turn. One consumes the other, but the resulting creature would be weaker than both. Yes, yes it would be interesting to see where it went.

Tyrantlord turned its attention to these ‘humans’ on Yuli-450. Their minds were reaching out. It hissed again. These were not the same as those spiky ones. Further information would be needed. Lictors would be sent in to see to this.

The fleet would need to be prepared. It would move soon, and advance against a new world. TyrantLord snapped its jaws. They would slay and kill, yes, and the hive would swarm across a new world.

Military Movement:
Yuli-459: Lictors ordered to remain hidden but investigate the disturbances.
Yuli-450: Lictors ordered to remain hidden and investigate the ‘humans’ here. Genestealers move in. If there are any problems they will be used to remove it.
Yuli Prime: Lictors scour the continent for anything usable.

Military Actions:
Continue orders.

Diplomatic Actions:
Someone needs to send me a diplomat, I’m hungry!

Space Actions:
Request additional space forces from Mother. Stress the need for Kraken, and Vanguard Drones to better explore the system.
Magnar: The next wave will primarily be the new warriors.
Hive Ship: Deploy another wave of boarding organisms, and breed fighter organisms. Create spores for colonization of a new world. Recall 20 spores from the surface. Create ripper swarms for the purpose of quick consumption.
Cruiser beast: Create Spores for colonization. Create spore mines en mass (biovore ammunition equivalent).
Send a fighter group to scout toward Yuli-450.
Fleet prepares for total mobilization.
 

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Alconol and his fleet dropped out from the warp to see the carnage set before them. The Mon keigh were fighting what seemed to be each other at first to him, that was until he saw that there were dark kindred vessels there, obviously having stolen one of the mon keigh vessels. What he saw away from the main conflict drew his attention. The eldar Ulthwe vessels and the Necron vessels duel away. The powerful eldar wraithship, like the one that would arrive at his position soon had damaged the Necron vessel, which fired a huge blast of power at the Eldar vessels.

Alconol looked over at his navigator, "Move us into formation with our allies, power up all weapons and prepare all troops. We may be boarding the vessel." The eldar nodded before the small fleet charged straight towards the ongoing conflict. Once in range his flagship Isha's Tears fired upon the ship, powerful lance like shots hitting the shields and ship. Khaine's Wrath fired similar weapons, moving forward towards the rest of the vessels.

"Sorry for the delay, this is Autarch Alconol, I hope that we haven't arrived too late to help defeat the Yngir. Perhaps we should open channels with the Imperials, the Necrons are a threat to all of us."

Space Action: Joining the fight against the undead, fire upon their huge ship.

Military actions: Nothing else yet, though all troops across the fleet and on Yuli 450 are on High Alert for enemy actions.
 

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The flamecursed read Tonars reply with mild interest, the venerable fighter was commanding his old lord to ally with the alpha legion. Nilat chuckled to himself, his prodigy had finals grown some balls.

"Fen, call back the possesed."

"yes my lord," Fen moved towards a vox panel and issued an order quietly.

"I am not sure what it is Fen, all of you seem so abnormally boring, it's always "yes my lord". None of you have any character. Anyway, ranting aside I do have some more orders,I want a fully defended perimeter with gun platforms every twenty yards, I want lookouts stationed all of the time and I want every single marine checked for identity, they will no doubt have already tried to infiltrate us. I also want production to begin full scale, I want 1000 gene seeds planted by the end of the day, I want work to begin on 10 defilers, 15 vindicators, 5 predators and a land raider instantly. 900 suits of power armour and boltguns, 100 suits of terminator armour and weapons must also be produced."

"it shall be done with unmatched speed."

Nilat laughed, "that's better fen, if only I had ten more like you." A sudden thud echoed around the room, Nilat did not flinch, he stood and went to the window, he could see chaos marine turning on his wardens.

"GIVE ME YOUR GUN," the scared sergeant offered up his boltgun and shivered at his lords wrath. Nilat snatched it up and turned to fire at the alpha legion. He hit a havoc with a missile launcher and blew up a bike. His line had taken casualties.

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Nilat stepped from the bike and looked the alpha legion lord with a searing hatred that would kill most lesser men.

His possesed and sorcerer obviously hadn't got the message.

"greetings Greeth, forget what these idiots have said, no doubt you also find your troops incompetent fools. Wait I forgot, you don't have any warriors, you have cowards that hide and can't take anything on in a open battle." the remark was harsh but Nilat wasn't happy."

"such bold words from a lord whose warband has suffered such casualties that they can no longer fight any battles. Lord Tonar wishes for us to al-"

"MY OLD WARRIOR HAS NO COMMAND OVER ME, he is only the way he is because of me, if I hadn't found him ^he would still be leading armies of the emperor."

"I will accept to his conditions but not yours Greeth."

"Then you shall die" the alpha legion commander activated his chainfist and swiped at the flamecursed. Nilat ducked the deadly arc and unsheathed his blade. The searing hot magma wailed with the spirit of a greater daemon of his god, the god of flames, burning, and cinders. The blade hisses as it moved towards the alpha legionnaires neck. he stopped, the blade hovered over the neck of the lord.

"you may have your way, if you deliver 100 souls to me, unarmed, unarmoured to serve as my hostages if you try anything."

Nilat laughed,

"of course you have already tried something, you have attacked my line and no doubt infiltrated my base. Infiltration tactics will not work on me Greeth."

Nilat sheathed his blade, and let the alpha legionair leave.

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Nilat stood in front of the group of sorcerers, they awaited his orders.

"assemble all marines, read their thoughts for identification, if you find any alpha legionnaires, dispose of them."

"your will is our command replied the chief. One more thing my lord, I have cought wind of a recently gone renegade space marine chapter named "the drenched". They do not have many men but they have resources, space vessels, and more slaves to use. I would suggest we send an envoy to invite them to our cause."

"this pleases me sorcerer. For that I shall give you this." Nilat went over to a large chest filled with old weapons and trinkets. He located the scroll, it was fiery orange in colour and seemed to ooze chaos power from every pore of it's paper. he turned and handed it to the sorcerer.

"I am honoured my lord, this spell is ancient, before man even walked the stars."

"I know that, it is my possession."

"of course you do, my sincerest apologies my lord."

The assembled sorcerers shuffled out of the room to asses the wardens troops. Nilat exited the room through a different door, he headed for the machine cult, 20 sets of power armour were being created by the unwilling machines. He passed the apothacerium where another batch if recruits had just finished their training.

Nilat arrived at his destination, Fen and two others were overseeing the serfs command of the vox machines. They acknowledged him with a suit bow and resumed their work. Nilat pushed a serf of his seat and started typing his message.

Military movement: (not moving them but you didn't include my berzerkers on the moon) all ground forces draw a perimeter that will be guarded 24/7 with heavy gun placements and lookout towers every 20 yards.

Military actions: inspect all troops and weed out the alpha legion infiltrators.

Space actions: all minor ships move into orbit of galbatorius the take orbital images and locate the alpha legion and prepare to bombard if needed.

Diplomatic actions: agree to truce and send the following message.

+++++++++++incoming message++++++++++

++++++++++tracing signal+++++++++++

+++++++++++obscures system+++++++++++

Greetings chapter masterCastor Antipatros,

I have recently cought wind of your renunciation of your chapters oaths to the corpse god. I am pleased that yet more have pledged their service to the chaos gods, however I know you are severly depleted and need to rebuild, I am in a similar situation, my warriors have just begun their recreation in new bodies and now sit at around 400 in total. I am located on galbatorius in the obscures system, I currently share the planet with some alpha legion whom I am reverently allied with, also en-route to my position is Tonar of the broken blade, I requested my old warriors support while I rebuild but now I have more than just rebuilding on my mind.

I eagerly await your reply and hope we can work something out.

Regards Lord Nilat the flame cursed, chosen of pyrel the god of flames.

++++++++++closing transmition+++++++++++
 

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Kitaraq laughed maniacally. How she loved this! They had just captured another vessel taking only minimal casualties in the process. Apparently the ship had belonged to the Vanquishers chapter, whatever that meant, and it's name was Guilliam's Pride. "I think I shall rename it Kitaraq's Pride." she mused to herself. Leaning back in the command chair of her Imperial Battlebarge she opened a comm link with her lieutenant who currently commanded the newly acquired Astartes cruiser.

"Excellent work, Eliza." she said. Now her crew would know she was capable of leading them to victory. "I trust you have everything well in hand."

"Not exactly, milady." Eliza's usually cool voice broke with unease. "The marine ships are in close pursuit."

Kitaraq just smiled. "Then shot their engines." she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She turned to her helmsman. "Turn us around. Target all weapons on their propulsion. Lets see how long they can keep up."

"Lady!" an officer shouted out from behind her. "Reports coming in. A necron ship destroyed one of your cruisers and disabled another."

"Pek'tah!" she snarled. "Order the crippled ship to evacuate, then self destruct. Hopefully we can do some damage to them. Then tell our cruisers to get over here and cover our escape." She turned back to the screen, she was truly enjoying the carnage. Her smile was pure evil!

Space Maneuvers:

Evacuate and self destruct damaged cruiser, doing as much damage as possible to the huge necron ship. (The crew will evacuate through the webway portal to my other cruisers.)

The remaining cruisers will supply cover fire for our escape.

The two Imperial ships attempt to evade the pursuing marine vessels, targeting their propulsion systems. We want to escape this, not die in a pitched battle.

Miscellaneous:

The Homunculus will continue studying the creature we captured. I want a report when its available..... but right now I have more important things on my mind. :biggrin:

My troops on the planet will hang tight. They're scouting, but avoiding any engagements.
 

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Personal Actions: ((OCC Both Kreutz and Roth Strang))
An awkward silence overcame the command bunker of Regimental Commander Kreutz Kotaisoz, it hung like an unwelcomed guest and was only broken by the sound of the door slamming behind their most recent guest.

What do we do now?” Petitioned an unknown adept

Eerie silence was replaced by the uproar of officers as each man burst forward to voice his thoughts. Men bickered and cursed, the sounds of the crowd degenerating into nothing but bitter argument. Kreutz couldn’t believe what lay before his own eyes; men of his own regiment, of Vostroya behaving in such a manner was simply absurd. Firing his pistol into the confines of the command bunker once more he spoke to his men.

“Men do not bicker as the chevek do, instead stay united. Remember that we are the nobility of Vostroya, that we are her 231st and that the Emperor looks to us even now to bring his wrath.”

Embarrassed men, deciding it best to heed the words of their general, made to regain their composure. Allowing the anticipation to well up inside of his officers Kreutz moved to the head of the command table to seat himself on the rather impressive form of the commanders high chair. His men followed suite and took their own seats.

“Men ready your platoons and prepare for the enemy, this is how we shall fight today…..”
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Red streaks of light erupted from the entrenched positions by their hundreds, only to be answered by the thunderous roar of monolith guns and the green beams of Necron gauss weaponry. Overhead the command bunker Kreutz could hear the screech of artillery as its deadly payload arced downwards to cut a swath of destruction within the Necron ranks. Their initial advantage was short lived and it wasn’t long before the Necrons came into effective range, men fell like flies to their guns and streaks of lighting erupted from the monolith crystals to level whole buildings in a single salvo.

The Necron’s eventually drew close enough to inflict true carnage, men screamed as the metal forms of their own chimeras went up and flames, the trenches faced similar perils with the crackling energy beams of the Necrons reducing men to nothing but bone. Finally a breach was pushed and Kreutz observed from his vantage point in the command bunker as Necron warriors poured into the trenches on their right flank slaughtering its occupants with a ruthless efficiently, the guard’s bayonets proving to be nothing but a futile gesture.

“Come with me”

He said simply to the towering form of the space marine commander next to him, there was no need to cast his gaze back and see if the warrior was behind him the heavy crunch of the marines armored boots against the snow could tell him that much. As he forced his way through the snow and away from the command bunker his retinue filled in behind him, they were massive figures that’s sheer size and strength rivaled even that of the space marine that they were escorting, Ogryn’s.

Drawing closer to the trenches now, men that had yet to be called to the fight or those that had been badly wounded gazed up at him in awe, their general marching past them with his head held high and an angel of death by his side. Hearing the rattle of power packs and the jingle of water canisters behind him Kreutz gave a brief moment to glance back behind them trailed four dozen or so guardsmen, some of them were injured, but all of them were eager for revenge.

Men screamed at the top of their lungs as they ran full pelt into the right flank trenches, grenades were sent high into the dugouts and their detonation came just on queue with the guards counter-charge. The Necrons did not faultier and met their charge with the same merciless nature that they had shown to the right flank defenders. The men fought like a force of enraged barbarians, relinquishing their bayonets in favour of using their guns are clubs, an extremely uncommon choice for Vostroyan soldiers, some forgot their weapons altogether and vouched to throw the Necrons to the ground, beating them with whatever lay within reach.
Kreutz bellowed his battle cry and charged headlong into the fray, completely oblivious to the destruction that ravaged his fleet above.
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“Power to the starboard lance batteries, target the vessel bearing grid 2-36-67-48, fire salvo one!”

Aboard the Bridge of ’Ommnissiahs Victory’ Caption Roth Strang shouted order’s at each and every man, the crew , seasoned by countless millennia of warfare obeyed without question and the whole ship trembled at the recoil of its guns blasting away in unison.

Salvo one away caption! Reading ninety percent accuracy rating”

Declared Cain who, besides Roth himself, was the only member of the Imperial navy on the entire bridge. Noting the accuracy of their first salvo, Roth was able to admit that although the Cog-boys may not be the most interesting or cooperative bunch they could dam well shoot straight and right now that was all that mattered.

“Have you got a rating on their shields yet?”

Inquired Roth, with no real hope that the answer would be any different.

“No sir, the bastard still refuses to give us anything”

Frak thought Roth, the ships had come out of nowhere and even the advanced tech of the Adepts Mechanicus couldn’t get a single Emperor dammed thing on them.

“Reload Ordinance, prepare to fire second salvo, bring the ship to parallel’s and get ready to take their return!”

As if on cue the counter batteries from the foreign vessel opened up and peppered the hull with fire.

“No need sir, it looks like that was their final salvo their breaking off”

Puzzled Roth peered over the command chair to see the information flowing into Cain’s station first hand.

“What are they running from? The battle has only just begun”

Cain didn’t need to answer, the monitors were displaying a colossus of a vessel. A ship so huge it could easily be mistaken for a small world to any other vessel at a distance.

“What…what is…that? Do you think that its…with..with them?”

Cain stuttered, indicating to the strange ships that were leaving the fight to their starboard.

“I don't care who the Frak it’s with, it’s not with us, bring us to bear.”

Leaning back into his command chair Roth barked some more orders about the bridge, not really caring about what Cain had to protest, breathing a sigh of defeat Cain finally decided to concede.

“What shall I tell the other Caption’s?”


“That if they don’t follow me I’ll shoot up their escorts myself, not to mention tell that arsehole Kreutz about it”.

That is, if we live to tell the tale thought Cain before voxing his Captions orders to the fleet.

“Arm the Nova cannon Cain, were going in with a bang”


Military movement: Seventh platoon is deployed to Tallisions Hope, to replace those lost.
All Standard Lemon Russ tanks are deployed


Military actions : Trenches are rebuilt and fortified, heavy weapons which the Vostroyans favour are put into place, mines are laid a short distance from the trenches.
No offencive will be made... yet, Vostroyan soldiers are known for being quite good defenders and as a result the men will stay were they are.

Diplomacy: Hails the Space Marine ground forces to inform them of the Necron defeat, if they choose to push the advantage then Vostroya will send what aid it can.
((( The two Rough Rider Platoon's as of right now)))

Space Actions: The Whole fleet will move to take on the large Necron ship, the Nova Cannon is charged. Similar to Farseers Void cannon it can not be constantly fired and has a minimum range, the gun is charged by magnetic feilds and requires no propelant or energy usage from the ships own engines to fire.

The weapon is basicly equlivent to an Anti-matter cannon and does heavy damage, it is fixed to the front of the Omnissiahs Victory.
So the fleet stays in range and fires salvo after salvo.
 

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Diplomatic response to Shadow:

Sorrow turned, his spyder drone sensing a phase shifting field nearby of external origin. Without warning, a troop of fifty immortals and a lone Lord Class Wraith had teleported in.

"Well, isn't that funny." The Wraith spoke. Clearly it was in charge. "My name is Lord Shadow. What is it that plagues you so that you must use such vast amounts of energy here, on this planet? I'm sure we could work something out."

Sorrow was silent for a moment, considering the necron`s words. After a few seconds, logic inevitably won out over suspicion. Secret agendas or not, they both shared a primary goal; to inflict death.

'My reasons are my own, Wraith.' Sorrow replied. 'If you require my aid, you will have to earn my trust. In the meantime, perhaps I can be of some assistance...'

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Fleet Response:

Sorrows fleet has been re-routed. All vessels are commanded to support Shadow`s cruiser. Additionally, fleet reinforcements are being requested.

Officially requesting additional Dirge Raiders in the amount of Four. :)
 

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As the time passed the planet of Yuli- 459 was lighted up for thousands of light years around. Fleets did battle in the darkness of the void, lashing out at each other like angry children. On the ground massive armies did battle for control of the planet and the right of their cause. However, as they did so, new shadows emerged from the warp to do battle with them. Darker shadow awoke deep beneath the earth that would soon awaken and threaten all that was being fought over.

Silbern

A sudden bright light flashed as a small fleet emerged from the warp and into the Yuli system. As the source of the white light vanished, the ships came out into view; Tau! On the bridge of his capital ship Or'es El'leath, Shas’o Verriah looked out upon the new system that he had come to colonize in the name of the Greater Good. Soon, very soon, he would have a power base from which he could liberate the Gue’la from their dictator of an Emperor and bring them into the light.

However, that all bleed away as reports came in from the sensor scans of the system. It seemed that the Gue’la were already here, and that they were in conflict around the system. On one planet the Gue’la fought an Uk’lita(Necron) fleet that was mixed up with another race of unknown origin. It was interesting that the system didn’t have any permanent settlements but instead had plenty of outpost, some still in construction. On another planet more Gue’la was fighting amongst themselves for control of the planet, and more were building upon a third planet where everything seemed to be peaceful compared to the violence being perpetrated on the first planet.
However, it was the last report that struck a chord of fear in Verriah.

A Tyranid fleet was circling around the planet called Magnar, consuming it slowly and looked to be growing. It surprised Verriah that the Gue’la and others had not attacked it first, seeing as it was probably the greatest threat to them all; lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right time to strike.
Verriah turned to his second and issued orders, and the fleet started its course into the books of galactic history.

So what do you do? You have arrived here in system, and now you are confronted with many other races that are already fighting for the system at hand. What’s your first move??

Forces in Space:
1000 Infantry
20 Vehicles
100 Earth Caste Workers

Space Force: 100%

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Onboard the strike cruiser Dark Wyrm, Captain Varian stood by the communications unit with his second-in-command; scanning the results being displayed before him on the hologram map. It seemed that a fight was already underway in this supposedly empty system. He had decided to come here in order to investigate a Necronian presence, but instead saw that this was already happening on Yuli- 459. Another chapter of fellow Astarte’s, the Vanquishers, had sent out a plea for help and Varian had come, sensing a opportunity.

However, as his fleet warped in-system, they saw that a lot more was happening than they thought. The Guard was here, as well as Eldar; both Craftworld and pirate. He also saw that Chaos had somehow gotten here and was at this moment fighting on the planet Galbatorious; with another mysterious unidentified fleet watching them from Magnar.

“Truly…,” his second said, “…the Emperor has blessed us today with both archenemy and Xenos to kill in his name. What are your orders my Captain.”

So what do you do, now that you’re here and things are different from what you thought? What’s your first move?

Forces in Space:

1000 Infantry
20 Vehicles
100 Workers

Space Force: 100%


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Kitaraq stood on the bridge of her newly captured Imperial cruiser, pointing and cackling as lasers and torpedoes shot past the her ship as they maneuvered out of the fight they had found themselves in. she was having a blast, laughing so hard she felt her insides would melt into the warp itself. As they withdrew, her other ships came along side and together they retreated to the edge of the system; the Eldar ships cloaking themselves.
Kitaraq turned to Eliza, “Have the warriors corral the new slaves into the hold, and bring the armored prisoners back to my raider.” With that she left the bridge and moved towards where the two ships had attached via umbilical cords.

Later, back on her raider, Kitaraq sat in her personal chambers, reading the report from her homunculi about the beast recovered from the raid. It seemed to be alien, like nothing they had every seen. It had a psychic brain, with the biology that made it a killing machine. However, it didn’t seem to originate from this system, it seemed suspicious to Kitaraq that this creature migh be part of a larger force of xeno’s. However, she set the report down for later as she looked at the armored Mon’Kiegh leader chained stark naked before her. She was slightly turn on that his Mon’Kiegh was so…muscular….she mused; wondering how she would best torture him. However, before she could start, her second called her to the bridge. She scowled as she walked over to the human.

“Too bad, and you and me were just about to have some fun. Wait till I get back Mr. Mon’Kiegh, I’ll make it worth your while.” The giant spasmmed against his restraints, intent on hitting her but the chains held. Kitaraq smirked, and sat down in her throne chair, which slowly rotated upwards through an elevator and popped up into the command bridge.

“What could you possible want that warrants my attention in the middle of a torture session; Eliza?”

“My Lady, we have a serious problem developing with the Mon’Kiegh,” Eliza said as she activated the map. It showed their ships in purple nexons, and the Mon’Kiegh in red.

“I’m failing to see what the problem is, cloak and flee, otherwise slaughter them. You’d better come up with an answer or I’ll personally have your soul stripped!” Eliza visible shivered and she turned back to the map, zooming it out further. Suddenly another group of nexons emerged, and she realized what the problem was.

“Interesting,” she mused as she realized that another Mon’Kiegh fleet was ahead of her, and seemed unaware of her position. If she could take another ship, it would give her the advantage she needed in firepower. However, if she did, she wouldn’t be able to use the cloaking fields to hide her fleet anymore; since the spare generator had been fitted to the captured Mon’Kiegh cruiser. “Very interesting,” she smirked, thinking of the possibilities.
So now what do you do? You are being persuade, and another Mon’kiegh fleet is right in front of you, seeming unaware of your people? What’s your next move?

Forces in Space:
910 Infantry
20 Vehicles
700 Slaves

Space Fleet: 72%(you have three ships and the captured Mon’Kiegh cruiser, fitted with a cloaking device)

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On the ground Kruetz was fighting to keep his men from dissolving into complete anarchy and chaos. The Necron army sat still, literally still, less than a 100km from his base; the massive monoliths were standing guard over the massive number skeleton figures that stood immobile. Kruetz had had his men take up new position, rebuild the trenches, and deploy the remaining forces inside his base. His base, surprising, had been left untouched, and the processing plant meant that now he could supply his forces indefinitely. He hoped it would last that long.

In any case, his forces were arrayed and ready to deploy against the Necrons; with the small Space Marine contingent ready to assist. Kruetz stood in his command bunker, looking over the mounting data and planning his next move. Obviously he couldn’t take the offensive, seeing as he lost almost 200 men in the first wave alone. He would either have to call on the Astarte’s, or wait for the right moment to strike in order to survive this fight.

As it were, it seemed that the enemy had taken the opportunity to shift his troops around somewhat. A large detachment of Necrons moved out of rank and turned back in the direction of the southern continent; where the portal was situated. It seemed that they were worried about their gate onto the planet, and this might just be the way to defeat them.

“Find out whats the situation in space, and then get me al available data on the Necrons,” he said to his aid. He turned back to his maps and started to formulate a plan.


Above the planet the Imperial fleet moved into an attack formation towards the looming form of the massive Necron ship. Easily the size for an battleship, it resembled a small moon with a pyramid on top. It fired at the ships around it, which seemed to be of Eldar origin, but also of Astarte class too. It seemed the world was out to destroy this new invader before it destroyed all of them.

Captain Roth Strang stood on the bridge, keeping his fleet together as they moved closer to the ship. “Power the Nova cannon and have the escorts form a ring around us to keep incoming torpedoes from hitting us. All power to weapons for now.” The crew moved quickly to obey his command, and soon the massive humming of the Nova cannon could be heard throughout the entire ship.

“Fire the Nova Cannon!” Strang bellowed, and the ship suddenly rocked as a lance of white energy shot from the center of the nose of the ship. The white beam shot out and slammed into the Necron mother ship, slicing through it and exiting out the other side. The Necron ship tiled to port, then stopped firing as it vented green smoke from a massive hole in the left side of its structure.

“Yeah, take that you fething son of a bitch,” one of Strang’s officers shouted, and the bridge erupted into cheers. The Necron ship was now sinking towards the planet as gravity started to do it’s job on it. The Eldar ships moved towards it, firing everything they had into the hole, causing secondary explosions. “Don’t get cocky,” Strang roared, and his men stopped cheering and looked at him.

“But sir…” said a comms officer, “…its dying, sinking towards the planet, how could it mount a……..”

“Captain look,” cried a rattling at his station! A large green portal had suddenly materialized behind the massive Necron ship and suddenly it disappeared into it in a flash of green.

The bridge stood silent, the only noise coming from the machinery around them. Finally, Strang broke the silence,” Oh Crap, now how am I going to explain this to Kruetz?”

So now what, your forces on the ground have regrouped and are ready to be deployed to fight the Necron menace. How will you deal with them. Equally, your fleet in orbit damaged the Necron ship, only to watch it get away from you. So how will you deal with that?


Forces in Space:

60 Rough Riders

Force on Ground:

Yuli- 459:

820 Guard Infantry (First- Seventh Platoons)
20 Vehicles
Heavy Mortar Platoon
Archmagos Severus and his 9 Skitarii Guards

Space Forces: 87%


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Bane_of_Kings

Vorax sat on his command throne, brimming with hatred, his energy radiating out around him and spilled onto his features so that all the crew on the bridge kept quiet; least they incurred his wrath. They had jumped to Yuli- 459 and had been pursuing the elder pirates who had taken the Guillimans pride when all of a sudden they had disappeared. Vanished, without a trace, leaving Vorax to smash a few bulkheads in an tirade of rage that was unlike a Astarte’s.

“In the name of all that is holy find me that frick’in ship and find it now,” he had roared as he slammed his fist on the table, demolishing its fine wooden features to splinters. He had sat himself down into the throne and had been brimming with anger since then.

“Lord, we have an interesting development,” his aid started,”…a fellow Astartes Chapter has just dropped out of the warp less than 5000km from us. They have the markings of the Black Dragons chapter, should I respond?”

Vorax was about to answer when his comms officer waved to him. “Lord, I have a message from Castol on Yuli-459, he is saying that our forces have deployed in the wrong area and are moving to the Imperial Guard HQ. He requests further orders sire.”

Now Vorax sat down, thinking on what he would do, his forces split into three area’s, with his newly developing HQ back on Yuli-450 unguarded.

So now what you do, you have lost the Eldar pirates. Plus your forces are still locked in an epic struggle down on Yuli-459. In addition, your HQ, which is 36 hours (3 turns) away from completion is unguarded. What’s your next move??

Forces in Space:

107 Infantry (8th company)
8 Vehicles

Forces on Ground:

Yuli- 459

18 Scouts
321 Marines (4th, 7th, 9th Company’s)
9 Vehicles

Yuli- 450

321 Marines (2nd, 3rd, 5th Company’s)
20 Scouts
3 Vehicles
100 Settlers

Space Force: 76%

3 Strike Cruisers at Yuli- 459, 1 Battle barge under Vorax command is on the edge of the system


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Warsmith7752

As you walk the grounds of your base you think about the recent developments in your dispute between you and the Alpha Legion. Upon finishing your letter you left and issued commands to all your units, tightening up your defensive perimeter and started scanning for infiltration. So far around 50 spies have been caught and killed, but you have lost a sorcerer and 25 cultists. This game of cat and mouse annoys you, and you vent anger around you that causes you sword to glow a bright orange.

However, it was the letter you received later that really made you angry. For it seemed that no help would come from the Chapter that you tried to recruit(see message below for attachment)

+++++++++++ Incoming Message ++++++++++

++++++++++ Tracing Signal- Signal Source Unknown +++++++++++

+++++++++++ Destination- Yuli System, Obscures Segmentum ++++++++++

Lord Nilat

My answers is no, plain and simple. Due to our friendship, I will reframe from any unnecessary bickering, but my Chapter is my own. I follow the plague god, Lord Nurgle; not your petty underling of a prince daemon flame God. I will not help you, though I wish you luck in trying to survive the Alpha Legion(cackling in the background)

Lord Antipatros

+++++++++ End Transmition +++++++++++

As you continue to debate your next move, a cultist comes running at you, holding two grenades in his hands and screaming Khorne’s name. In the blink of an eye, you hurl your sword at him, cutting him in half and diving for cover as the grenades explode. You get up and walk over to the burning corpse, picking up your sword that is barely scratched. You raor in frustration and slice outward as you walk past a corner; smiling at the resounding thud of a body falling to the ground.

These traitors are everywhere and now I must deal with them you think to yourself. The only good news was the development of the space base on the moon, which would be operational within three-four days. Then, he could perhaps try and survive up their and leave the damn Legion to drown down here.

So now what, more assassination attempts, it seems the Alpha Legion is sloppy in trying to kill you. Moreover, it seems that soon you will be in conflict with the both the Alpha Legion and Tonar. What’s you next move??
Forces in Space:

110 Infantry

Forces on Ground:

Galbatorious:

315 Infantry( 230 Marines, 40 Havoc’s, 45 Ashen)
20 Vehicles
50 Slaves

Galbatorious Moon

500 Cultists
50 Berserkers
50 Slaves

Space Forces: 100% Holding Pattern in synchronized orbit above your base.

Casualties:

20 Marines 5 Ashen elites, 1 Sorcerer Honor Guard

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G0arr

As your Tyranidness sits within the belly of his ship, he could feel the different psychic pulses that were incoming from all over the dark void. It seemed that things had just become very interesting in regards to the “humans.” On Yuli-459 it seemed that metal creature’s had engaged the “humans” and were locked in a battle for the planet below. You feel an intense pleasure and happiness as you realize that all this means different bio-sources for you to consume.

On Yuli Prime you feel pain as one of your Lictors goes “dark,” symbolizing it’s demise. Again you have lost another scout to an unseen enemy, and you feel concern as you worry about this.

You shift to your fleets development as you check it’s progress. The planet Magnar is almost completely consumed, mainy of your spores have died and re-spawned as eggs to create more warriors. The atmosphere is almost nonexistent and within 12 hours the planet would be useless to your fleet; meaning you will have to find another source of biomatter. You are pleased that 300 more hormogaunts, 10 warriors, and a Swarm Lord are hatched and shipped up to the fleet; ready to be used. They would soon be useful, especially that swarm lord………………

However, your small force on Yuli-450 distracts you from that thought as you turn towards an image waiting for you in the back of your mind. It’s a mental link to your head Hormogaunt on the planet, it it seeks direction. It is looking at a human bio-source, it’s seemingly high walls unguarded and temptingly open. It asks you for further instructions; whether or not it should attack.

So what’s your next move, the planet is soon to be useless. You have more warriors that’s good, but you keep losing Lictor scouts to unseen psychic enemies, that’s bad. How about that human war on two separate planets, what your take? What will you do?

Forces in Space:

1948 Warriors
7 Vehicles (Warriors)
1 Swarm Lord

Forces on Ground:

Magnar:

260 Warriors
90 Spores
2 Lictors

2 Lictors on Yuli- 459
7 Lictors on Galbatorious
4 Lictor on Yuli- 450

Space Force: 100%

Casualties: 1 Lictor- Yuli Prime

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Farseer Ulthris

“Fire at the Yngir at will, before the unholy thing cloaks" and the void of space lit up with energy lances, the Witch Cannon glowed an ominous glow before tearing the fabric of space and unleashed a small controlled Warp storm at Undying one's vanishing ship. It hit, dead center, consuming the Ygnir ship in a purplish glow as Requiel watched from the bridge of his command ship.

Suddenly he gasped as the glow dissipated, and the Ygnir ship stood strong, not even a scratch on it’s armor. It slowly turned to face them, it’s guns glowing green as they prepared to fire. Requiel held his breath as he realized that they were all about to die.

Suddenly his vox crackled to life, “Farseer Requiel, get out of their!” The escort ship Hand of Khaine suddenly swooped in as the Ygnir ship fired, and it was torn apart, the green blast consuming it in a ball of green fire.

“NNNOOOOOOOOOOO,” Requiel screamed out as the psychic blast from the dying ship washed over him and a massive sadness overtook the Farseer.

“KKiiiillllll iiitttt, kkiiillll iiitttt, make it burning in the deepest hell of Khaine!!!!!” Then crew went straight to the task, bringing the Eldar battleship around and presenting the port batteries. Lances lanced out into the darkness of the void, dashing against the Ygnir ship and bouncing off with no effect. Another glow and one of the Autarch’s ships disappeared off the map.

“Damn it,” Requiel roared, tears streaming down from his eyes and onto the floor. It seemed as if they would all die here, and not be able to save themselves.

Like a hand from Khaine, a white light shot out of the darkness of space and impaled the Ygnir ship right through the port side. Checking the scans, Reqiuel saw that it came from an Mon’Kiegh ship, the largest one in it’s formation. It seemed to have a massive cannon in the belly of it, and whatever the source had just damaged the Ygnir ship.

However, as his spirits lifted a massive portal popped out of nowhere and swallowed up the Ygnir ship. Requiel watched in horror as his hope vanished in a bright light and left him in the middle of a mess with nothing but anger in his heart.

So what now, one of your best friends was just annihilated by the Ygnir ship, which was disappeared? On top of that a Mon’Kiegh ship with an extremely powerful weapon of unknown origion is looking you down the barrel and your visible; not cloaked. What’s your next move?

Forces in Space:

Yuli- 459

100 Warriors
10 Vehicles

Forces on Ground:

Yuli- 450

500 Warrior
10 Vehicles

Space Forces: 80%

Casualties:

Hand of Khaine(100 warriors stationed onboard)

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Serpion5

“My reasons are my own, Wraith.” Sorrow replied. “If you require my aid, you will have to earn my trust. In the meantime, perhaps I can be of some assistance.....” He stopped mid-sentence as he was suddenly enveloped by green mist and found himself once again in the Outsider’s chamber.

BOW!

He felt pain in his circuits as he fell to one knee before the alter with the black orb upon it. He saw that the Wraith Lord had fallen to the ground, his own body failing to respond to him.

Sorrow, YOU ONLY SENT IN A SMALL FORCE; WHICH WAS DESTROYED. I SAW EVERYTHING AND I’M EXTREMELY DISPLEASED.

Sorrow felt the massive voice in his head, and another intense pain grabbed hold of him; his weapon falling to the ground. As he recovered, he heard the Wratih suffer a similar fate and start to spasm on the ground as he looked up to the alter.

NOW Sorrow, YOU WILL RETURN, ALONG WITH NEW WARRIORS AND YOU WILL CRUSH THE LIVING, OR DO NOT RETURN FOR NEXT TIME I WILL KILL YOU OUTRIGHT.

“Your will be done my Lord,” Sorrow said with a slight hint of anger, if that’s what he felt, in his metallic voice. He teleported out of the room and back to his forces; finding himself surrounded by two monoliths, 200 warriors and 50 Immortals.

It seemed that round two was about to begin……………………….

So what do you do now? You have an ultimatum, kill or be killed! Will you do a massive assault, or will you use a different strategy, the choice is yours.

Forces in Tomb World:

None

Forces on Ground:

Yuli- 459

1160 Infantry
20 Monoliths

Space Force: 100%

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Anfo

Isamyr backhanded the Warden leader, who drew his sword and nicked Greeth in the thigh. “Of course you have already tried something, you have attacked my line and no doubt infiltrated my base. Infiltration tactics will not work on me Greeth,” the Flamecursed warrior spat at him. Isamyr decided that this was not worth his time, and that he would utterly crush his opponent, rather than risk a counter-ambush that might be nearby.

“Soon, Warden, I will kill you. You better run while you can.” Isamyr motioned with his finger and his terminators in hiding moved quietly out of position and to the bikes which were parked behind the ridge.

Later, back in his HQ cave, Isamyr gave further orders to his men, deciding to continue his infiltration tactics, hoping that they would work. His men had reported that the Wardens had dug in, and were preparing to defend to the death. It seemed a waste of time to attack yet, and Idamyr decided to let his infiltrators do some more damage before he made his move.

Good news from his HQ made his day a little bit brighter when word that his secret weapon that he had been developing was now ready to be deployed. The Hammer of Khorne, an massive artillery cannon with enough firepower to level a city block, had just finished production and was awaiting orders. Also, 50 marines had come from the warp to join the chaos that now ensued the planet. With these new reinforcements he could possible mount an offensive and finish the Wardens down here on the planet.

Isamyr smiled as he decided to make his next move.

Forces in Space:

650 Infantry
14 Vehicles

Forces on the Ground:

Galbatorious:
106 Marines
20 Havocs
5 Bikers
5 Vehicles
200 Slaves
1 Hammer of Khorne

Space Force: 100%

Casualties:


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Lord Rambo

Alconol gasped at the fact that the Ygnir ship had destroyed an Eldar cruiser like it was a toy. His fleet had dropped out of the Webway and had immediately moved to support the Ulthwe Farseer when a massive green energy lance had impaled a cruiser which had jumped in front of the Ulthwe battleship.

“Open fire, all lances fire, destroy the Ygnir!” Alconol’s ships starting firing everything they had, but it bounced or reflected off the hardened armor of the Ygnir ship. Another green light and Alconol’s escort ship was destroyed right in front of him. He felt the psychic wave of death as it consumed him, and he fought to stay in control of himself. “Keep firing,” he instructed his crew; hoping that by some Khaine given miracle they hurt it.

Like a God, a white light pierced the darkness of the void and impaled the Ygnir ship dead port. It started lisitng and sinking into the gravity well of the planet below.

“Where’d that come from, find it’s source,” Alconol commanded, and soon he had his answer. A massive Mon’Kiegh ship was directly behind his fleet at about 4000km; a massive cannon house in it’s belly structure. It seemed more threatening with it’s weapons than the massive Ygnir ship that was now venting black smoke.

“Continue firing on the Ygnir ship, and launch bordering torpedoes immediately.” Before he was finished a massive green portal flashed into existence and swallowed up the Ygnir ship; vanishing in a bright flash.

“Where’d it go, find it now!” Alconol stormed off to his quarters, needing to meditated and look upon the runes to determine his next path.

So now what do you do? The Ygnir ship got away, your down a ship, and the Mon’Kiegh fleet can see you, with that massive gun looking you down the barrel. Plus your forces back on Yuli-450? What will you do?

Forces in Space:

Yuli- 459

100 Warp spiders
2 Wraithlords
100 Dire Avengers
25 Jetbikes
25 Shinning Spears
25 Bonesingers
2 Fire Prisms
1 Wave Serpent

Forces on the Ground:

Yuli- 450:

75 Bonesingers
100 Dire Avengers
75 Dark Repears
50 Striking Scorpions
50 Fire Dragons
50 Swooping Hawks
3 Falcons
1 Fire Prism
50 Rangers
5 Vypers
6 Wave Serpents
1 Farseer Kendra
10 warlocks

Yuli Prime:

Kendra
10 Warlocks

Space Force: 72%

Escort Ship(with 50 Jet bikes onboard)

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Farseer Darvaleth

Void walker cackled like a witch, enjoying the slaughter he was inflicting upon the living with his new toy. It had been millennia since he had this much fun, but he thoroughly enjoyed it. He watched as a second ship was destroyed by his weapon of mass destruction. “Two down, only eight more to go,” he cackled, counting down his next target. Gauss lasers and counter-batteries dueled with the elder ships as their weapons bounced off the regenerative armor.

“Hehehe, all time to die, hahahahaahahahahahahahha!” He was clearly having the time of his life.

“Energy build up to starboard,” the Navigator reported, and void walker turned in time to see a massive white light smash into his view screen before his life ended in a massive explosion.


“My reasons are my own, Wraith,” the Necron Lord replied. “If you require my aid, you will have to earn my trust. In the meantime, perhaps I can be of some assistance...” the rest was garbled as green mist enveloped Shadow and he suddenly was in a massive chamber; a alter with a black orb upon it.

BOW!

Shadow felt his hover system fail and he fell to the floor, spasming to get a foothold. He looked upon the later, realizing that something powerful lay in it. The other Necron Lord next to him suddenly spasmed and talked in a metallic voice to something that Shadow could not see. The Necron Lord suddenly disappeared in a flash as he teleported out of the room.

SO YOU ARE SHADOW, INTERESTING HOW A WRAITH LORD COMES INTO MY DOMAIN WITHOUT MY NOTICE.

“Just who and where are you,” Shadow screeched, trying to shake the massive voice out of his head.

I AM EVERYTHING AND NOTHING, I AM ALL AROUND YOU, I AM THE OUTSIDER, C’TAN OF THIS DOMAIN; AND YOU ARE AN INCOMPETENT COMMANDER.

“How’s that so,” Shadow retorted, but his response was short lived as a massive portal came into existence above them and his Cairn ship came into being. It was venting smoke, a massive hole gapping on the port side.

YOU LEFT YOUR SHIP IN THE MIDDLE OF A BATTLE, AND IT WAS ALMOST DESTROYED BY THE LIVING “HUMANS” AS THEY ARE CALLED. WITH ONE STROKE THEY SEVERED YOUR SHIP AND ALMOST TOOK IT APART WITH THEIR UNSTABLE WEAPON. I HAVE SAVED IT BECAUSE YOU ARE NOW GOING TO FINISH A MISSION YOU STARTED.

“What do you mean,” Shadow said, not liking the sound this creature was making.

I HAVE BEEN WATCHING YOU SINCE YOU STARTED PLAYING AROUND WITH MY SUN. YOU WILL RETURN AND HARVEST THE BLACK HOLE NEAR THIS SYSTEM, WHICH HAS YET TO BE DETECTED BY THE LIVING. YOU WILL BRING IT HERE THAT I MIGHT CONSUME IT AND MOVE OUT OF THIS RIDICULOUS FORM.

“First off, who are you, and why should I do anything for you,” Shadow screeched again. A massive wave of electrical pain ran through his system, driving him down to the ground.

I AM THE OUTSIDER, YOUR GOD AND YOUR NEW MASTER! QUESTION ME AGAIN AND I WILL MAKE YOU SUFFER LIKE NONE OF YOUR KIND EVER HAVE BEFORE.

A the pain subsided, Shadow’s hover system came back online and he jumped into the air. Then settled to the floor and bowed his head. “Yes Lord,” he said, though he didn’t mean it.

EXCELLENT, NOW TAKE YOUR SHIP, AND HARVEST THE SUN. DO NOT FAIL ME, OR YOU WILL SUFFER A FATE WORSE THAN DEATH. With that Shadow was enveloped by a green mist and found himself onboard the Cairn once again. The damage was gone, but his missing soldiers had not been replaced.

“Navigator, use what’s left of the energy to teleport us to the black hole!” With that, he waited till they had jumped to decide his next move.

So what now, you have found out the source of power was a C’Tan, and a powerful one called the Outsider. But what about your fleet, you almost lost it? Plus your mission; to harvest a black hole for what is the point? So what will you do?

Forces in Space:

1000 Infantry
20 Monoliths
100 Scarabs
 

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Here comes the Squats!!!

(Hehe, now I make my appereance:p )

The Yuli system holds many secrets within it’s darkness; some better left undisturbed. However, all the fighting above has caused one of these dark secrets to awaken, and now it shall enter this game of chess; with the victory taking control of the entire system…………………..

“My Lord,” a vice called out from the darkness around him. Where was he, what was he? “My Lord, it is time to wake.” There it was again, the voice insistent that he leave this peaceful sleep. Fine, he thought, I’ll wake up and see what bothers me.

Warlord Hargir “Diamond Fist” opened his eyes to a blue light that surrounded his crgyo chamber. He slowly sat up as the glass dome above him lifted with a soft hiss. It seemed that he had woken up either too early or too late.
Suddenly memories came flooding back to him; the betrayal by his allies, the Ork infestation, his peoples move into the depths of the planet fortress. Now he remembered why he was here and what he must do.

He slowly worked his legs and pumped his arms, seeing that time had not worn on his physical features. He took it slow, standing up on his shaky legs until his muscle memory returned. He slowly walked forward, and then stumbled to the floor as his legs gave out from under him.

“My Lord, what are you doing awake?” Gimli looked up to see a HearthGuard approaching him, putting down his power-pike to assist his Lord.

“I do not know young one, I was woken up not more than 5 minutes ago. Did anyone approach this inner sanctum?”

“No my Lord, no one but I has been in here for the last 126 years. I replaced old Ginard, who was the previous guardian of your chamber. There have been about 12 of us sir, all awoken when the other was near his deathbed. I am Gimli, son of Gloin, of Clan MacDavrish.” Hargir looked up into Gimli’s face, realizing just how old the lad was. Time had worn on him, yet Hargir felt as young as ever.

“Never mind that lad, help me over to my command throne.” As the old warrior helped his Lord up Hargir took stock of his surroundings, seeing the massive monitor screens all around him. He saw all around him the runes of his ancestral kingdom, and more memories flooded into him. As he sat down in the command chair he ran his hands over the controls, feeling the familiarity that his body knew these somehow.

With a push of a button, he activated the millennia old systems, and the screens in front of him crackled with energy and came to life, data streams flowing into them and forming into clear pictures of what was outside. He instantly recognized the miles of crgyo chambers of his people, though he couldn’t recall from where he knew that. He scanned the rooms, saw the weapons, his people; and he remembered.

He was a Warlord of a massive Squat kingdom on the Eastern edge of the Empire. He remembered how the Ork had attacked him, and how he had called for assistance from his longtime allies; the Eldar. They betrayed him, abandoning him in his hour of need and leaving him and his people to die at the hands of the Orks. He remembered ordering his people into the newly built crgyo planet fortress deep within the planet, and sealing the door himself. Then he had laid into his chamber and all drifted away into darkness.

“My Lord, what is your command?” Hargir looked upon Gimli, “Go to that monitor station over yonder and help me get our people awake properly.” With that he set to work awakening section after section of crgyo chambers, all of the entire fortress world at his command with the throne he sat upon.

Two days later………

The once empty command center was now brimming with activity as newly awaked Squats worked the stations that feed data to the monitors that hovered in front of him. His army was ready, his men equipped, and his vehicles warmed up. He had scanned the system and had seen that fighting was still going on, even after close to a millennia and 124 years. He could see the ape humans had fully matured, and that they fought his old enemies the Necrontyr and those that had betrayed him, the elder. Now he would rise from the ashes and kill all those that stood between him and the revival of the Squat Empire that he had once fought for. He would kill the Eldar and the Necrontyr, perhaps make allies with the humans, and destroy those who tried to stop him.

“Launch the first wave have them dig to the following coordinates; then deploy them in Diamond formation and hold positions.”

“Yes Lord,” came a reply in unison from the many Squats at their stations. As he saw the first wave launch on his monitor, he leaned back and tried to catch some shut eye while he waited for the results to come in.

Forces in Space: none

Forces on Ground:

1000 Warriors
20 Vehicles
100 Miners

Space Forces: 100%
 

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Shas'o Verriah stood confidently on the bridge of his fleet flag ship. Beside him was his second in command Shas'el Sheerva who has followed his campaigns as soon as he ound command. The two strategized and strategized as more and more information was streamlined to them without showing any indication of stopping. Verriah knew there would be a chance of some hostility but far goes beyond anything he imagined. What did worry him the most was the Tyranids.

Did none of the other races pay them heed?

"Commander" A female voice of his second in command piped up.

Why would they just let the Tyranids run loose?

"Commander!" Sheeva asked for the second time but decided to go a bit louder. Seem's like she got his attention.

"What is it Sheeva?"

"Commander, We found one planet largely untouched by any other race. Yuli - Prime. It's rich in enviroment wise and the atmoshphere is completly compatible. It has two moons"

It was easy why it was Yuli - Prime.

"So be it. Helmsman! Send word to the rest of the fleet. Our target is Yuli - Prime! Prepare for full scale invasion planet side!"

Verriah turned to another attendant who was in charge of the Earth Caste.

"Prepare to make our first Headquarters building. Go with building code AA-341."

The Earth Caste leader nodded his head in respect and went off to do his duties. If Verriah is lucky then he can get a suitable foothold planet side because the planet was thriving with life, it was a prime Tyranid target.

He would burn the Tyranid infestion out of the sector with plasma fire!

Blah Section:

Military Movement: All squads and Earth Caste settlers muster for a vast planet side drop. Supplies and other neccesities are being prepared.

Military Actions: N/A

Diplomatic Actions: Not really in the mood to talk with others just yet. :p

Space Actions: Entire Fleet moves forward with Yuli - Prime as the target. Dropships are being loaded with supplies while others already have vehicles locked in place to drop planet side.
 

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TyrantLord, Tyranid splinter fleet

TyrantLord growled as the fleet broke orbit. The metal ones would not be food, no no they would not do. They needed a new place to consume, a new world to take. It hissed as the fleet slid through the void. So few worlds here were truly edible.

Several Hours later: The swarm began its deployment. The world was the largest source of biomatter in this system. It was time to consume. TyranrLord hissed as it felt the drop spore fall away, yes, yes it was time to consume. Drool floated past in the moment of weightlessness, the hive would eat, and the swarm would survive.

Military Movement:

Yuli-Prime: full deployment Everything goes planet side.
Magnar: Warriors are ordered to bury themselves outside the hive areas. New warriors made there will follow these orders.

Military Actions:
Eat anything that they see, overrun any defenses.

Space Actions:
Request additional space forces from Mother. Stress the need for Kraken, and Vanguard Drones to better explore the system.
Hive Ship: Deploy another wave of fighter organisms and breed more. Create spores for colonization of a new world.
Cruiser beast: Create Spores for colonization.
Full Fleet: Shadow in the Warp is in effect at least around this world now.

Yuli Prime: Take up a defensive position and swarm any ships found in orbit.
otherwise
Fleet will bombard any sign of another group with the standard acid/virus.

(ooc You mean Hive Tyrant right? There is only one Swarm Lord in existence and it doesn't exist outside of a major fleet.)
 

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A/N: On Yuli 450, my base is being built there and my 2nd, 3rd and 5th companies are protecting it. I don't know how you class that as being unguarded. Also, my Honour Guard and some of the 1st Company are still in space as well.

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Vorax sat on his command throne, brimming with hatred, his energy radiating out around him and spilled onto his features so that all the crew on the bridge kept quiet; least they incurred his wrath. They had jumped to Yuli- 459 and had been pursuing the eldar pirates who had taken the 'Guilliman's Pride' when all of a sudden they had disappeared. Vanished, without a trace, leaving Vorax to smash a few bulkheads in an tirade of rage that was unlike another astartes.

“In the name of all that is holy find me that cursed ship and find it now,” roared the chapter master as he slammed his fist on the table, demolishing its fine wooden features to splinters. He had sat himself down into the throne and had been brimming with anger since then.

“Lord, we have an interesting development,” his aid started,”…a fellow Astartes Chapter has just dropped out of the warp less than 5000km from us. They have the markings of the Black Dragons chapter, should I respond?”

Vorax was about to answer when his comms officer waved to him. “Lord, I have a message from Castol on Yuli-459, he is saying that our forces have deployed in the wrong area and are moving to the Imperial Guard HQ. He requests further orders sire.”

He turned to the comms officer, and ordered, "Tell Brother Librarian Castol to aid the Guard and hold out until reinforcements arrive. I am relocating the 8th company to their position. Now, go."

"Yes, my Lord," bowed the Comms officer, before departing from the bridge.

Turning back to his aid, the Vanquisher commander remarked, (A/N: This counts as a diplomatic action) "Yes, you should respond. Inform them of all enemy threats encountered so far, and of known current positions. Also, request that they sent some astartes in our direction. We cannot win this war alone."

"Yes, my lord," the aid bowed in response, and turned to leave, before the Chapter Master placed a hand on his shoulder, and pulled him back. The Commander had one last message for the Black Dragons.

"Also, tell them... Tell the Dragons to send us any information about xenos or traitor hostiles. It seems likely that the there are more races out there waiting for us than the Eldar and the Necrons."

"Yes, My Lord," Demiel, the aid responded, before departing. The Chapter master turned, and gazed across the observation deck. 'This blasphemy cannot be aloud to stand. I will take the head of the eldar responsible for this and break the back of them myself.'

Military Movement:

8th Company along with 2 Predators and transports dispatched to Yuli 459 to aid the scouts and Librarian Castol, along with five veterans.

Military Actions:

The Volturis is still pursuing the Eldar fleet.

Diplomatic Actions:

See above, or here: ++Turning back to his aid, the Vanquisher commander remarked, (A/N: This counts as a diplomatic action) "Yes, you should respond. Inform them of all enemy threats encountered so far, and of known current positions. Also, request that they sent some astartes in our direction. We cannot win this war alone."++

Space Actions:

See Military Actions
 

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OOC: If it is all right, EH, I will adjust Shadow's responses to suit his character more. You made a very good stab at his mentality, but I having gone through a whole RP with him (this being his second) I have started to get into his head a bit more. If you wish to change them back, then I will by all means co-operate,

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Voidwalker cackled with delight as his new Voidreaper blasted apart yet another enemy ship. Powerful gauss cannon fired all around him, immense batteries of lances unleashing volley after volley upon the Eldar fleet, inflicting punishing damage. This is what it felt like to be a true god of war; to be a master of death. To Walk the Void.

Laughing manically, Voidwalker ordered the Voidreaper to recharge for another blast. The vast energy supplies were still barely scratched, and the ship continued to unleash blast after blast on the enemy. Voidwalker was invincible, untouchable, unbeatable, unconquerable, undefeatable. Turning to the Navigator, he ordered another blast.

"Enemy energy discharge. Time to impact: zero."

Voidwalker turned to the incoming blast. A searing white beam pierced the side of the ship, tearing straight through. Voidwalker was killed in mere nanoseconds.

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Shadow heard the response of the other Lord. It pleased him, at least now they would work together.

Suddenly, one single word coursed through every fibre of Shadow's being, every last atom of his body tingling with the sensation. It was a feeling like no other, something he had not felt in millennia.

It was the presence of a C'tan.

"BOW!"

Shadow felt himself forced to the floor as his own body disobeyed him. He noticed too that the other Lord has also fallen to its knees. They had both phased into an enormous, cavernous space; in the centre, lay an altar, upon which sat a great, black, orb.

The other Lord spoke briefly with the orb, before disappearing in a cloud of green smoke. Suddenly, Shadow felt the gaze of the the orb switch to him; its scrutinous presence boring into him, every part of him laid bare to the terrible power of the orb.

Suddenly, the voice spoke again, giving sound to its surprise over Shadow's arrival.

"I am Lord Shadow." said Shadow, before cocking his head slightly, "surely you have heard of me. I am the first wraith, after all. The first of the Necrontyr to assume the form of the swooping hunters, the first to become a stalker of the night. The first to mimic the form of the mighty Nightbringer," said Shadow.

The voice hissed in surprise, prompting a satisfied feeling from Shadow. "Yes, I still remember. I still remember how my race was tricked into servitude, how we traded our souls for immortality. I remember, and I am grateful." said Shadow, bowing.

"And which of the mighty C'tan is it that I address here?"

The orb spoke again:

"I am the Outsider, your god and new master!" it roared.

Shadow bowed again, "Of course, my race exists to serve the C'tan. What would you have me do?"

"You are an incompetent commander. I have saved you ship so that you might serve me more effectively." the orb said, just as a titanic aura of green exploded above Shadow. The massive chamber was filled with light, before suddenly, the Cairn ship scrambled into existence. It was venting smoke from all hatches, and there was a massive, gaping hole on the port side.

"My ship!" cried Shadow in despair. Suddenly, green vapours clouded the vessel. As they passed along the ship, damages that had been made were miraculously repaired. Light impacts were fleshed out and re-made, burnt metal was re-moulded. As the gas passed over the massive hole, it was completely regenerated, as though the blast had never hit. Even the burn-marks on the end of the gauss lances were melted away, even the metallic finish re-applied. The ship looked as though it had never left the planet.

Shadow gazed in awe, "Thank you, my Lord Outsider," he said, before the C'tan's jarring voice interjected;

"You will go to the black hole in this system, as yet undiscovered, and bring it here, so that I may leave this wretched form behind!"

Shadow bowed, "Your will be done, my master."

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Shadow found himself aboard the Cairn ship once more, all of its systems fully operational. He spoke to the Navigator;

"How much energy do we have left in the surplus, Navigator?"

"Two mega-tonnes surplus." it chimed.

Shadow was horrified, "Two?! Even after the Sun-harvest?!" Shadow cried.

"Lord Voidwalker saw fit to use 13 mega-tonnes on his new eapon; the Voidreaper."

Shadow cursed. Voidwalker had been trouble ever since he arrived.

"Where is he now, Navigator?" asked Shadow. But he needn't have asked, for suddenly he noticed the one thing that had been left as it was, the one thing left un-repaired; the mangled corpse of Voidwalker, surrounded by ash, lay on the floor in the centre of the bridge. Shadow began to laugh. And then laugh became a cackle. And the cackle became a full-throated, manic cry of evil joy.

Voidwalker was dead. The Cairn was fully repaired. And Shadow had found the C'tan.

"Navigator, initiate full teleport-thrusters! Head for the black hole!" cried Shadow, laughing madly as the Cairn popped out of existence, spiralling through time and space, on a mission to recover a black hole, and bring back a god.

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Military Movement:

Rather obvious: Shadow and his 50 Immortals have returned to the Cairn ship. Voidwalker is dead. This leaves 700 Warriors, 150 Immortals, 100 Destroyers, and 50 Pariahs, along with 20 Monoliths and Shadow, aboard the Cairn ship.

The Night ship is also still undergoing repairs inside the larger ships' belly.

Diplomacy: As the Cairn ship leaves, a message is sent to Sorrow:

+++ Sorrow, this is Shadow. I now also serve the Outsider, and I am to recover a black hole to help him escape from his imprisonment. I hope that we can work together under his leadership, and I wish to make it known that my armies will support you as soon as I return from this endeavour. Let us both hope I return in glorious success, so that we can free our master from the orb. +++

Space Action:

After taking down another ship, the Cairn is crippled by a mighty ray of white light. It disappears in a green flash of energy, leaving a gaping hole in the space battle.

The Cairn is then fully repaired by the Outsider, and all forces move aboard it. The ship has now teleported into the unknown beyond; to the mysterious black hole, which only Shadow, the Outsider, and now also Sorrow, know exists.
 

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Blah: Captain William Varian stood on the bridge of the Dark Wyrm Strike Cruiser and pondered his options. They had been on their way here to investigate a Necron threat, something that the Imperial forces already here seemed to have stumbled upon, yet there were so many more who appeared the be interested in this system. Two recognizable Eldar fleets that their sensors had picked up, one craftworld and the other dark eldar raiders, and two chaos forces that were embroiled in their own fight against each other.

His second spoke to him, "Sir, we have a communique from the other chapter that is already in system." He nodded at him,

"What does it say?"

"They are asking for assistance and what we know about any other threats in-system." William's eyes narrowed as he thought, they should and would answer thier brothers' call for aid but he did not want to show his full hand just yet, if they could get the jump on some of the other fleets in system and disable them or their forces planetside it would allow the rest of the Imperial forces time to focus on the necrons.

"Sir another fleet has been detected on the other side of that planet." he pointed to an orb on thier star map. "It looks like the Tau but the sensors are fuzzy."

"Open up a channel to our brothers so that we may formulate a plan of attack." his second nodded and opened up a channel so that William could see the commander of his brother astartes and speak with him.

His helm was at his waist showing his shaved head, white skin, blue eyes and his fangs, "Greetings brother, I am Captain William Varian of the Black Dragons Fourth Assault Company. Our sensors have indicated that there are at least two eldar forces, one craftworld and the other dark eldar, there are two chaos forces embroiled in battle on the planet named Galbatorius and we believe that a Tau fleet is also keeping an eye on us from the other side of the system. What is the state of the forces planetside on Yuli-459?"

He would wait for the Vanquisher's Chapter Master to respond before showing some of his hand, he would of course send forces to aid those on Yuli-459 against the Necron threat. Yet he also wanted to do something about the dark eldar, the eldar would fight the necrons for that was their largest enemy here that he knew of and they warranted the full attention of the Eldar Wychkin. The chaos forces were picking each other apart and from what he could tell they would for awhile, yet some scouts sent that way could garner more information for them which they could use for later.

But the Dark Eldar, they were pirates and would attack anyone and anything if given the oppportunity, they were the wild card in this already growing engagement and they needed to be put down. "Move the fleet of the other side of Yuli-459, we will hide there for the time being and watch our enemies, i want each ship equipped with anti-boarding and boarding parties. Once I have heard from the Vanquisher's Chapter Master I will head down to the surface with a few men. Also send a message to our brothers at home of the conditions in this system, Lord Terass will want to know how the Imperium fares in this fight." His second in command nodded, "Yes sir."

Diplomatic actions: Open up channel to speak with the Chapter Master of the Vanquishers and offer assistance but also for vital tactical information that they have gathered that could also be used. Also send a message to the Black Dragons chapter master at thier home planet of the conditions in-system and of the actions that Captain Varian and his men will be taking.

Military Actions/Space Actions: move entire fleet to other side of Yuli-459 to hide it from enemy sensors and allow the Black Dragons a place to spy on their enemies and also spring a trap if needed. All ships are filled with anti-boarding parties, two tactical marine squads on each ship with four on the Dark Wyrm along with one squad of Dragon Claws on each ship and two on the Dark Wyrm, the other six Dragon Claw squads and one apothecary are getting ready to make planetfall with Captain Varian once he has finished communications with the Vanquishers.

Summary: Moving fleet to other side of Yuli-459 to hide it from enemies, ships filled with anti-boarding parties while a small but elite force readies itself to head planetside with their captain. some of the armor will also go planetside if the Captain orders them to but at the moment they are staying with the fleet along with the scout squads and one apothecary, Chaplain Ardros will be in charge of the space forces once Captain Varian and his men head planetside.
 

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+++++ Incoming Transmition ++++++

+++++ Signal Source Found- Cadia ++++++

+++++ For the eyes of Regimental Commissar Kruetz ++++++++++

Dear Kruetz

I am Lord Tezia, leader of the fifth Crusader Army of Cadia. I have recently intercepted a splinter fleet of the xenos known as the Tyranid. This recently discovered race is extremely hostile, and not open to negotiations.

Therefore, in light of this new development, a part of this fleet has escaped and has headed towards the system in which you now find yourself. I have sent two battalions (800 Infantry) worth of men and an assortment of vehicles( 5 Leman Russ, 2 Basiliks, Chimera's for troops) and an Imperial Titan for your command. I fear that soon you will be fighting on multiple fronts, and I know you will need these men. Do be careful, and fight in the name of our glorious Emporer.

Respectively Yours

Lord Germanus Tezia, Commander of the Fifth Cadia Crusader's

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Personal...

Sorrow did not even hear the Wraith`s reply to the alliance he proposed before finding himself once more teleported to the Outsider`s chamber. With a sense of trepidation, Sorrow noticed that Shadow was here as well this time...

SORROW, YOUR ATTACK WAS PITIFUL AND FAILED ABYSMALLY... The all too familiar voice of the Forgotten boomed in his head. He found himself falling to his knees, his weapon clanging to the floor as he fell into unwilling supplication before the star god`s prison.

'It was only a scouting force Master, to gague the enemy`s strength when -!'

SILENCE! The Outsider boomed. YOU FAILED! I NEED ENERGY, AND I NEED ENERGY NOW FOOL! ATTACK AGAIN, LEAVE NO SURVIVORS AND DO NOT DARE FAIL ME A THIRD TIME!

'Right away Master!' Sorrow replied with haste. He shot a glance to Shadow before the Outsider dismissed him, and he was once again in his tomb complex, his ever faithful spyder drone waiting loyally by the main command node.

'Status?' Sorrow commanded.

The spyder beeped and the node shifted to display a projection of the planet`s surface. His forces were holding position. With a sense of mingled fear and joy, he noted that his army had been reinforced...

'We can no longer afford mercy.' Sorrow said allowed. 'The star god does not allow it. I must... annihilate them all.'

Military Movement...

Deploy to the quantity of:

All Available Necron Immortals and Flayed Ones.

600 Necron Warriors.

10 Monoliths.

Military action...

Advance and destroy all opposing forces. Take no prisoners, take not a single step back.

Diplomacy...

Respond to Lord Shadow`s message:

+++ Advise extreme caution, Lord Shadow. Living Forces in the area are numerous and well armed. Also... I...

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...I hesitate to trust this... Star God...+++

Fleet...

Divert current trajectory and re-route to Yuli-459. Establish orbit and repel any potential reinforcements to living ground forces.

Still awaiting response upon request of 4 additional Dirge Raiders.
 

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Blah: Nilat had begun regretting even considering a truce with the alpha legion, the underhanded dogs knew nothing except trickery. He stood infront of a large holoscreen, his fleet had managed to pick up slight traces of settlement but no real progress had been made, what he really needed was scouts but he couldn't afford to use his marines and his PDF troopers were needed in construction.

Nilat arrived in the mess hall, Fen had gathered all the warriors Nilat had ordered him to create. Among them there were 200 armoured astares, his five dreadnoughts had been completed and five vindicators had been completed. Nilat walked along the line and surveyed his new followers.

"I cannot offer you peace, I cannot offer you salvation, I cannot offer you happiness. But I can guaranty you a lifetime of service to the dark gods and a chance to strike at the heart of the imperium."

The wardens stood stock still, they were still in their training mindset not the mindset of a veteran warrior. Nilat didn't care all that much, his new plan did not require any discipline.

Nilat left the room and headed towards an important looking human. Nilat tapped the man on the shoulder, he turned around and promptly fell on his arse. Nilat chuckled, "YOU HAVE FEET FOR A REASON" boomed a passing marine. The man took no heed and stood.

"yes my lord"

" I have a task for you, gather all the settlers and get up to the moon, I want you to assist them in making the spaceport."

The man nodded and left the corridor, Nilat watched him leave and then turned after hearing a scream, he turned to see a marine wielding two grenades, in a split second Nilat drew his sword and threw it at the would be assassin, it sliced him in half and threw his body back five paces, surrounding warriors threw themselves behind cover as the grenades blew, Nilat stood still, his armour was not weak like others.

Nilats face crumbled into a mask of anger, he grabbed the nearest marine and broke his neck, it was uneccasery but something came over him. he would have continued his rampage but an ashen came to restrain the lord.

Nilat ignored the letter from the drenched, they were scum who would have been useful as cannon fodder but nothing else. His temper sat near the top, threatening to break at any moment. He was tiring of his patrons games, the god if flame had begun to annoy him. The thoughts could not be contained and it seemed to reflect on others around him. It was time to change, the scale wardens were a relic of old times. This was Nilats opportunity to remould his army in the light of a different god. Everything pointed the same way,

Khorne

It was the only explanation for it, the blood gods anger had seared through him and caused him to murder his own troop. Nilat considered the thoughts for two days before he settled on his descision. He walked into the command room a different man, he wore blood red armour and held new weapons.

Nilat had fought a khorne lord once before and won, he had worn the khorne lords armour for a period of time before he was crafted new armour that was not soaked with the blood of khorne. His left hand was encased in a massive power fist and his right hand carried a double bladed chain-axe that encased the spirit of a bloodthrister.

The lords new look instilled fear in some of the warriors, others were compelled to join him and began rituals for the blood god. Nilat had also ordered the other troops to repaint their armour red with gold spauldeds and silver trims. He had also issued a vox to all troops of the renaming of the warband to the "Patriarchs of Carnage"

Millitary movement: 50 settlers go to the moon to speed up production on the space dock along with the remaining ashen. 100 berzerkers are delivered planetside.

Production: 200 marines completed along with the dreadnoughts and five vindicators. 200 marines convert to becoming khorne berzerkers with Nilat making a total of 300 berzerkers planetside.

I would like to remind you I have some troops out in the warp attempting to recruit any willing chaos space marines.


Millitary actions: n/a

Diplomatic actions: vox lord Greeth and notify him of the patriarchs if carnages new patronage.

Space action: all ships continue surveying galbatorius.
 

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“Nova cannon armed and ready Caption!”

Cracking a brief smile Caption Roth Strang bellowed his orders across the bridge, he had to raise his voice to breaking point as the humming of the Nova Cannon resounded throughout the ship. Roth could spot the Cog-Boys as they scurried past his command chair, each one offering a prayer to the ancient machine spirit that resided within the age old weapon. Spinning around in his command chair he shouted his orders at Cain.

“Full power to the engines bring us in as close as the old girl can take us and have the escorts form up in a even spread formation around our flanks.”

Blasting his Captions orders into the Vox Cain swung around to address Roth.

“I bloody well hope this works caption”

He snapped, Roth, whose mind had become completely embodied within the heat of the moment, shrugged off the comment and cast his gaze out at the colossus of a vessel that now ravaged what looked to be a Craftworld fleet. The huge sphere was the single biggest ship that Roth had seen in his entire career. Yet feeling the soft vibrations of his command chair as the sheer power of the Nova Cannon sent ripples of energy throughout the ship he felt confident that its size only made it all the easier to hit.

“Fire the Nova Cannon!”

He bellowed, a huge ray of crackling white light erupted from the bow of Ommnissiahs Victory as his order was obeyed to the letter and the gun fired. It streamed straight through space and collided with the giant sphere, the vessels armor proved futile and its very existence was erased as Dark Matter fought to destroy its every molecule. The light tore into the ship to burst outwards from the other side, it was a clean cut as Roth’s father would say.

The Eldar vessels now poured all they had into the opening’s and set off a series of secondary explosions to rupture whatever hopes that the vessel had of a merciful ending.

“Take that you fething son of a bitch!” shouted a nearby officer as the whole bridge erupted into cheers. The huge sphere was sinking into the gravity well of Yuli-459 and it billowed black smoke from the gaping holes in its sides.

“Frakking good job, back to your stations and be ready to hit it again!”

Barked Roth, the crew simply turned to him with mixed looks of confusion and anticipation, the only ones taking immediately to his order were the Cog-Boys.

“With all due respect sir…” said a nearby comms officer “…its dying, sinking into the planets gravity, how could it possibly mount a….”

The officer was cut off as the confused mutters of the crew still at their stations turned into a full scale warning effort and several men leaped out of their seats to point and shout at the sinking form of the Black sphere.

“Caption..Caption look!”

A portal of tremendous size was tearing itself into existence behind the sinking ship, in a few short moments it had captured the vessel in its grip and disappeared taking the strange alien vessel with it. Stunned silence overtook the bridge of Omnissiahs Victory and it was finally Roth that was forced to break the ice.

“Frak, how do I explain that to Kreutz?”
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Regimental Commander Kreutz Kotaisoz was in a sour mood, he had just had the pleasure of taking to Roth Strang, the Admiral of their fine fleet. What he had heard did little to please him; the strange black vessel had cheated death, escaped through some obscene space anomaly. What’s more is that Dark Eldar had crashed his latest cruiser planet side. Yet despite all this Kreutz tried to maintain a positive attitude, for even though they had not achieved a victory amongst the stars they would among the snow.

Diplomacy:Inform The Space Marines Librarion and his Marines that the Gaurd HQ may be under fire when they arrive.

Military Movement: Rough Rider Platoon's deployed to Tallisions Hope.

Military Actions: 1) Third and Fourth Platoon are put in reserve, when the Necrons attack they will move to reinforce points which fall under threat of being overrun.

2) Both Rough Rider Platoons are Counter-attack units, in the event that the Necron army make a breach in the defensive lines they will charge. They are Cyber-Cavalry and can move to plug the breach within moment's.

3) In the event that a Trench line is overrun and the Cavalry are unavailable then Kreutz hold's the detonator to blow a series of rigged explosive devices deployed behind the Trench Lines to slow the Necrons down.

4) (Note) Vostroyans are extremely stubbern people they would sooner die then retreat. As a result casualties tend to be far higher in their armies when compared to some others, however it had given them a reputation for being fearless and a 'No Retreat" policy is in place.

Space Actions: Watch the Eldar but dont engage, deploy the Rough Riders and make sure they reach planetfall safely.
The Reinforcement group from Cadia will meet up with the main fleet to deploy next turn.
 

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Day Eight

(OCC: Ok, Day 8 people, now we shall see who is the strongest, and whether old friends will become sworn enemies. Read Sorrow, Samu3, Bane_of_Kings, and Warsmith7552’s sections for all the action. Heheh, so fun:biggrin: )




Silbern

Shas’o Verriah stared out of the bridge’s main viewport at the scene that was unfolding before him. Yuli Prime, the most habitable planet in the system, had become a target for the Yuevra’le(Tyranids), and they were quickly consuming the planet. The Yuevra’la were not new to Verriah, indeed, he probably knew them the best save the Orks. He had fought the Yuevra’la on numerous occasions, destroying their splinter fleets on the Empires western borders to prevent any infections from starting. He had seen what even a small Tyrnaid fleet could do to a planet, and he was not about to change his policies.

However, they were consuming the planet that Verriah had chosen for his people’s new base; and that greatly concerned him. This planet was full of abundant resources, and if the Yuevra’la got their hands on it, they would multiply like bees in the summer. It seemed to be the difficult choice to either bypass them and find a new location or engage them here and now.

“What do we do now command,” Sheeva’s voice piped up from behind him. “I have the entire battle force primed and ready if you wish to engage, all I need is your word sir.”

Verriah turned and headed towards the command center of his ship. “Order all units to condition yellow and have them stand by. I do not think the Yuevra’la realize we are here yet, so I will make a plan and decide our next move.”

“So let it be written, so let it be done,” Sheeva replied in an almost robotic voice.

So now what Silbern, you have arrived only to find the Tyranids feeding off Yuli Prime. Will you stay and fight them, or will you try and find a new location for your HQ, say Yuli-450 or one of the moons of Magnar or Galbatorious. You must choose!!



Forces in Space:
1000 Infantry
20 Vehicles
100 Earth Caste Workers

Space Force: 100%

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Varian stood on the deck of the Dark Wyrm, shrugging his shoulders and rubbing the spike on his elbows. It had only been 24 hours but already they were exhausted, and it seemed that soon they would have to end up fighting the force of the Necrons.

After he had his fleet to Yuli- 459 he had found no proper place to hide his fleet, as the entire area was a warzone with Imperial, Eldar, and some other unknown ships running amok. He had instead decided to hide his fleet around the nearby planet of Yuli- 450 where the Vanquishers were setting up their HQ.

Before leaving, however, Varian had his people scan the surrounding area and were even now sifting through data; attempting to find the whereabouts of the Eldar pirates. Chapter Master Vorax had been insistent when he had communicated with Varian in helping him find these pirates. It seemed that soon or later they would show, so Varian had had his deploy to each ship to counter any boarding parties.

“Commander,” his aid came running up to him,” I think you should see this sir.” Varian took the pad and read the details inscribed upon it. It seemed a small race of dwarf humans had made an appearance on the planet below him, and the Vanquisher’s local commander was asking him to stand by in case of hostilities.

“Get me a feed on the surface down there, now!” The serfs scrambled to fulfill his whim, and soon a picture feed came up of the area directly in front of the Astarte’s HQ. The entire plain was filled with vehicles of unknown design, and dwarf humans in armor with weapons held hi and………………axes? These were a very awkward people to have come from the ground below and suddenly deploy in full might in front of an Astarte’s garrison; it bordered on suicide. No matter, he would deal with them if he had too.

So now what apostle, you went to Yuli- 459 only to find it swarming with ships. You withdrew to Yuli-450 to make plans, so now what are you going to do? How do you deal with the news of Squats and Necron forces, as well as an Dark elder presence?

Forces in Space:

1000 Infantry
20 Vehicles
100 Workers

Space Force: 100%

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Xianren(I shall have your people just do nothing for now)

Kitaraq stood on the bridge, wondering what to do. A new human fleet had arrived, and looked rip for the picking. In addition a Necrontyr ship had made an appearance. It seemed that the fun had only just begun, and Kitaraq couldn’t make up her mind about what to do next.

So what is your next move?

Forces in Space:
910 Infantry
20 Vehicles
700 Slaves

Space Fleet: 72%(you have three ships and the captured Mon’Kiegh cruiser, fitted with a cloaking device)

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Kruetz stood at the observation post near his command bunker as he watched his valiant soldiers fight and die to hold off the Necron forces. They had sent one large wave of foot soldiers that had taken the first trenches within minutes of reaching the line. Kruetz had no choice, and had blown the first line to hell; taking numerous Necrons with it. They had pulled back, and Kruetz was using the observation post to command the repositioning of troops to ready for the next wave.

Kruetz was talking to his aid when suddenly a dead Necron spasmed near them and strted to speak.

“Now living, I shall play a Requiem for you and all your kind!”

Suddenly a massive beam of energy started to split it’s way down the trench and towards the HQ center. “Run, damn it, RUN!” Kruetz jumped out of the trench and ran like he had never run before, covering the distance to the bunker in a matter of seconds as the beam swept over above him. He could feel the massive explosion and the heat that followed as he sealed the door behind him; dooming the trapped men outside.

After a few minutes, he emerged with his body guards, and saw the devastation all around him. Major buildings still under construction were nothing but molten slang and many of the heavy weapons were gone, wiped from existence. A massive crater ran the length of the field, and Kruetz could see the Necrons, now lead by their leader, coming once again to crush them. Kruetz would not have it, and he strode through the trenches, rallying those who still lived among the destruction around him.

“To all units, counter-attack now, and take back the front trench line, we must secure what is left or risk being over-runned.” Kruetz saw the Rough Riders appear on the left flank and start running through the Neron ranks, killing and being killed. It was death, in its true form, as one being fought another being for the right. Kruetz, jumped into the fray, intent on staying alive and crushing all before him.

So now what, you have to fight to survive, how do you do it(make it epic, that way I can keep it epic.


Forces in Space:

60 Rough Riders

Force on Ground:

Yuli- 459:

606 Guard Infantry (First- Seventh Platoons)
8 Vehicles
Heavy Mortar Platoon
Archmagos Severus

Space Forces: 87%

Casualties:

248 Infantry
12 Vehicles
HQ base has taken 65% damage


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Bane_of_Kings

Vorax watched as the drop pods shot out from the bottom of his battlebarge, praying to the Emperor to protect them all in this upcoming struggle. Like a father to his children, or a priest to his flock, Vorax worried about each and every one of his Astarte’s, for they were all presious to the survival of the Chapter in these grim times.

Vorax turned away from the viewport and back to the matter at hand. He was going to find those Eldar pirates if it took cost him his very soul. He would extract revenge for each Astarte’s killed upon the Guilliman’s Pride and see that he himself got his fair share of the fun. As he walked onto the deck, his aid came running up to him from the communications station with a wafer in his hands.

“Lord, you should see this,” he was sweating as he led Vorax to the view screen. On it a Legion of Necron warriors was advancing on the Imperial HQ on Yuli- 459; and the massive numbers almost took Vorax’s breath away. He had never seen so much power, so much strength gather in one spot, and now he felt like a tiny piece on a chess board game . It seemed as though Fate had played against them

It was then he saw all the Monoliths shoot a massive collective beam that cut right through the HQ, demolishing all in it’s path. A massive explosion that was sure to have destroyed the HQ covered the screen and the pic was no more.

Vorax stood back rubbing his temple and groaning; wondering just how many more horrors would pop their heads up in this accursed system. In addition he had a message from the Black Dragon Chapter asking if they needed assistance. It would indeed be a busy day.


Castol stood on the ramparts of a trench, looking out upon the Necron forces arrayed before them in battle formation. Less than an hour ago they had moved into this formation and started to march forward with a systematic rhythm that had made him worry. It seemed the earlier attack must have been a probe, for now they were keeping their Monoliths in the rear, and their heavy troops up front. Their was no sign of the hover craft that had been out early, and indeed it seemed only foot soldiers were making their advance. It was a scary sight, seeing an entire Necron Legion walking towards him, and for a second Castol swore he felt fear; something Astarte’s cannot possibly feel.

Castol got off the rampart as lances of energy exploded in the trenches and he made his way back to the command bunker where the commissar was. Quietly slipping over to his scout, he asked, “Whets the word of the reinforcements?”

“Sire, they are coming, it seems, however, that they might not arrive as soon as we thought they would.”

“Very well marine, keep me posted,” Castol spoke softly. He hefted his staff, the sign of his office, and went to join the Commissar off in the command bunker. However, he didn’t get very far, for suddenly a massive green beam cut right through the defense area in front of him, causing a massive explosion that threw him this way and that caused his armor o set off extreme runes of warning that his armor was melting. After about five minutes his systems returned, and he sat up, checking himself for damage. He was fine, but what was in front of him wasn’t; for it was nothing but a massive trench of charred earth.

He started to run, realizing that the Necrons were invading the rear communications trenches; and suddenly came upon a lone Necron in a cape standing on a burning tank. Castol roared and launched himself at the Necron, intent on impaling it on his staff. The warrior dodged and rolled, landing on his feet exactly opposite of Castol. It tilted it’s head as it stared at him, and Castol pulled himself up to his full height; righteous furry bringing into hate.

“I am Castol, Librarian of the Vanquisher Astarte’s, and the person who shall take your life.” He charge strait at the thing, which charge him two; and they meet in the middle, sparkings flying from the clash of wills.

So now what, how will you react to the Necron ground battle? What about the new appearance of Squats on Yuli- 450. On top of that, how will you find the cloaked elder pirates? What’s your next move?

Forces in Space:

5 Vehicles

Forces on Ground:

Yuli- 459

4 Scouts
428 Marines (4th, 7th, 8th, 9th Company’s)
11 Vehicles

Yuli- 450

321 Marines (2nd, 3rd, 5th Company’s)
20 Scouts
3 Vehicles
100 Settlers

Space Force: 76%

3 Strike Cruisers at Yuli- 459, 1 Battle barge under Vorax command is on the edge of the system

Casualties:

14 Scouts
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Warsmith7752

Nilat smiled as he watched his men undergo the transformation from the old to the new. His new forces, the “Patriachs of Carnage,” would now take the fight to the Alpha Legion. However, he would first have to root out any dissenters that tried to stop him in the name of the old ways. Thus Nilat dispatched sorcerers to make sure that all his men were loyal.

He returned to his chambers, and sat down upon the blood soaked couch and started to think about what his next move would be.

Forces in Space:

110 Infantry

Forces on Ground:

Galbatorious:

315 Infantry( 230 Marines, 40 Havoc’s, 45 Ashen)
20 Vehicles

Galbatorious Moon

500 Cultists
50 Berserkers
100 Slaves

Space Forces: 100% Holding Pattern in synchronized orbit above your base.

Casualties:

20 Marines 5 Ashen elites, 1 Sorcerer Honor Guard

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G0arr

TyrantLord hissed in glee as he felt the tickle of space travel through the body of the Hive Ship he was aboard. Even within he stomach of the beast, the ripples of warp travel could be felt; they were not a both to him.

His fleet emerged from the short jump and arrived at Yuli Prime, the main planet with the largest bio-matter source. It was like a sign from Mother, a planet rip for the taking and no one around; a sensation of pleasure rippled TyrantLord’s mind.

With a thought, he felt his sack detach from the Hive ship, and he descended to the planet below, his sack breaking open upon landing. For the first time in millennia, TyrantLord stepped onto firm ground, sucked in a mighty break, and roared out across the sky.

His legions answered back, the area echoing their monstrous roars all over the mountain range. With another thought, he sent his swarms to work and within an hour had stripped his landing spot clear of any life. TyrantLord found himself a nice cave, and settled down, sending thought this way and that to keep his warriors working. Even his Swarm Lord was kept busy, bullying the small creatures into gathering bio-matter and set up breeding wholes for future use.

All was as it should be, but something bothered TyrantLord. He knew that a fleet of creatures was watching his ships, and that they hovered on he edge of the planets gravitational system. He would wait to see if they would attack or not, but Tyrant Lord sent feeling of warning and caution to his Hive Ship.

But it was not that, something else lingered here, something unseen yet seen. He could not place it, but something with a psychic presence was here; waiting, watching.

However, this was quickly cut out as Tyrantlord felt an odd ping from further into the system. Something was calling to him their, something very strong and very loud, it’s voice could be heard as clear as day. It screamed, sounding like one of his own, yet not his own. He would have to investigate further.

This, though, was pushed to the back of his mind as he felt a report coming from his Lictors. It seemed the mission on Yuli- 450 and 459 was going well; the “humans” all killing each other. However, it seemed that his Lictors on Galbatorious had been found out, and they were asking what they should do.

He sent a thought to Mother, asking for more, and was surprised to feel the feeling of happiness. She was happy? It seemed Mother was happy with his progress and was sending him another Hive ship, more than he had asked for. This would grant him a big advantage in terms of ships of and breeding production.

TyrantLord closed his eyes, and let his mind drift out to see the work being done.

So now what do you do? You have arrived and set strait to work, but something bothers you. Something is watching you, along with the creatures near the planet in space. What will you do about them? Also, you have received a Hive Ship, how does that make you feel? And the Lictors, what should they do? Finally, don’t forget the psychic scream, where’d that come from, and who was it?

Forces in Space:

None

Forces on Ground:

Magnar:

100 Warriors

Yuli Prime:

1211 Warriors
7 Vehicles (Warriors)
1 Swarm Lord

2 Lictors on Yuli- 459
5 Lictors on Galbatorious
4 Lictor on Yuli- 450

Space Force: 100%

Casualties: 2 Lictors on Galbatorious

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Farseer Ulthris

Requiel sat in his chambers, dried tears still running down his thin cheek bones. He had just lost one of his best friends, a fellow ship captain, and warrior of old. Now, for the first time in a long time, Requiel wanted vengeance. Thus he meditated within his chamber, trying to divine from the runes what his next move should be.

However, this was interrupted as a message arrived via com-link. It seemed that the race known as the Tyranid had finally made their appearance; the dreaded shadow within his vision. They had begun consuming Yuli Prime, near where Requiel’s base was still under construction, and now he had to make a decision. Who was more important, the Necrontyr or the Great Shadow?

Forces in Space:

Yuli- 459

100 Warriors
10 Vehicles

Forces on Ground:

Yuli- 450

500 Warrior
10 Vehicles

Space Forces: 80%

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Serpion5

As the Legion marched forward in unison, Sorrow stood on top of the Monolith in the center as he watched the first wave move forward towards the objective. It seemed that the Outsider had been right and that the living had prepared them for another attack. It still amazed him how resilient they could be when back to a wall like rats in a barrel. No matter, they would die, all would like; all would become one with the Necrontyr.

As the battle progressed, it seemed as though the first wave had faltered and been defeated. The first 200 warriors and pariahs had been stopped, and the combat data seemed to indicate that some type of “heavy humans” had caused significant damage.

Sorrow had had enough of this foolish toying with the living, for they somehow clinged to life like a dying ship; but now he would finish them. With a thought, he activated the speech systems on all his warriors that had perished within the “humans” lines and he spoke.

“Now living, I shall play a Requiem for you and all your kind!”

With another thought a massive beam shot from the largest Monoliths and split right down the center of the living’s base, effectively cutting them in half. He could hear the screams even as the second explosion followed where ever the beam hit. It was chaos, glorious chaos and slaughter.

Now it was his turn to fight, and he teleported in front of his forces, raising his staff and his orb and striking it into the ground, sending a shaft of light that was seen for miles around.

“Forward,” Sorrow screeched, and behind him the ground trembled as the second wave of infantry and 3 Monoliths started forward behind their Lord towards battle. They marched, marched through hell, through lead, through the rain of death; Necrons falling left and right. As he reached the trench, Sorrow teleported inside and started slaughtering all those around. He slice left and decapitated a armored warrior in grey, he sliced right and demolished a heavy weapons nest, and he jumped and came down, slicing his weapon down into the tank below him. I exploded and he stood up on it’s carcass, watching with pleasure as he saw living warrior run for their lives from him; a terrifying demon of death.

BEEP, BEEP, and Sorrow ducked as a staff came thrusting down towards him. He jumped and spun, landing on his feet, his cloak billowing behind him. He stared strait into the face of a massive armored warrior with a staff topped by an eagle. Energy crackled all around him, and he pulled himself up to his impressive height, speaking,” I am Castol, Librarian of the Vanquisher Astarte’s, and the person who shall take your life.”

Sorrow mused, then turned around and hurled his scythe spinning at him………………only to have it bounce away on some type of shield. Obviously this warrior was a leader of some type, and would make a fine addition to Sorrow’s reputation data. He recovered his scythe, and charge at the warrior, who did the same; the two warriors meeting in the center in a great clash of sparks.

So now what, you have attacked with a third of your forces and find yourself in a pitch battle with an Astarte. Describe the fight between you two(please make it epic so I can end it epically)

Forces in Tomb World:

200 Warriors

Forces on Ground:

Yuli- 459

950 Infantry
17 Monoliths

Space Force: 100%

Casualties:

210 Infantry
1 Monolith

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Anfo

Isamyr stood silently in his cave, pondering what his next move would be. It seemed that the Wardens were regrouping back at their Lunar base on the moon; which could be a problem. While he could command the ground, if they got it operational, they could fight a war of attrition in which they would win with their ability to repair their ships. That would need to be addressed soon as well.

In addition, the Hammer of Khorne was ready and in place, all they needed was his word and they could start shell what remained of the Wardens position. Soon, very soon.

HISS, SSCCRREEEEECCHHH, and Isamyr threw himself forward as a monstrous creature launched itself from the darkness of the cavern in front of him. Three Marine were impaled as the beast ran rampant through the command center cave. Isamyr got on his feet and chased after the beast; who turned around and tried to impale him on it’s claw.

“Too slow beast, hahahahah,” Isamyr howled as he rolled under the claw and cut the beast under its belly with his chain-fists. The creature spasmed as its guts fell to the floor, and then dropped like a rock into water, the crash sending warriors scramming to get out of it’s way. Isamyr walked up and kicked it’s dead carcass, pointing to the nearest slave,” Get this thing out of here.”

He turned around……………….and bumped into something he couldn’t see. Suddenly, right in front of him another beast materialized and it jabbed him with it’s massive claw. It cut right through his Terminator armor and right through his upper right shoulder; blood coming off the tip. It seemed to smile a toothy grin as it lifted Isamyr off the floor before it.

Only it stopped as Isamyr laughed, and laughed and laughed. Finally, he tore the claw off like a toy, and then twisted in mid-air, decapitating the creature with one fell swoop. He landed on the floor with a boom, sending even more slaves scurrying for their lives.

“Seal off the perimeter, and search for anymore of these creatures. You, Sorcerer!” He pointed to his chief sorcerer who was standing like a stone, unaffected by what had transpired. “Divine who and where these creatures came from, if there from the Wardens then so help me I’ll burn them all from their holes.”

Isamyr stormed off, thinking about his next move.

So what are you going to do now? What about the creatures, and the new weapons ready for you?

Forces in Space:

150 Infantry
4 Vehicles

Forces on the Ground:

Galbatorious:
623 Marines
2 Havocs
5 Bikers
15 Vehicles
200 Slaves
1 Hammer of Khorne

Space Force: 100%


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Lord Rambo

Alconol sat their, still stunned by the turn of events, the escape of the Necrontyr ship into the massive portal. However, it mattered not for the moment, for the Mon’kiegh ship was moving away from them, and the Ulthwe fleet sat immobile as well. It seemed odd that the Mon’Kiegh would just ignore them, but it didn’t matter, for he had to make his next plan to find where the Necrontyr had gone and eliminate them.


Forces in Space:

Yuli- 459

100 Warp spiders
2 Wraithlords
100 Dire Avengers
25 Jetbikes
25 Shinning Spears
25 Bonesingers
2 Fire Prisms
1 Wave Serpent

Forces on the Ground:

Yuli- 450:

75 Bonesingers
100 Dire Avengers
75 Dark Repears
50 Striking Scorpions
50 Fire Dragons
50 Swooping Hawks
3 Falcons
1 Fire Prism
50 Rangers
5 Vypers
6 Wave Serpents
1 Farseer Kendra
10 warlocks

Yuli Prime:

Kendra
10 Warlocks

Space Force: 72%

Escort Ship(with 50 Jet bikes onboard)

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Farseer Darvaleth

Shadow’s ship slowed from its light speed travel and hovered just above the black hole. Due to the advanced Necrontyr technology, it was not sucked in or warped by the gravitational forces at play around it. Shadow ordered the immediate harvest of the black hole, and a long beam of green light shot out from his ship into the darkness below. The hole appeared to stop, then reverse itself along the green shaft of light and into shadow’s ship.

Shadow felt amazed, for the readings were off the chart. When all was said and done, Shadow had so much energy that even the Chronometer could not register it; it was truly a marvel. Shadow ordered his ship to return, and he went about preparing his troops in case he needed him.

However, he was called back to the bridge after a disturbance was detected. Warping in system, he had come near the planet of Magnar……………….or more what was left of it. The entire planet, which should have been molten magma, was scoured, no atmosphere, nothing except an empty rock. It resembled an asteroids, only full of massive holes and sucked ry of everything. This disturbed Shadow, but it mattered not, he must return to his Lord. He quickly read the message from Lord Sorrow………….

+++ Advise extreme caution, Lord Shadow. Living Forces in the area are numerous and well armed. Also... I...

...

...I hesitate to trust this... Star God...+++

……………….. and then he activated the ships engines, and within seconds found himself within the Outsider’s chamber. He teleported down to the orb and bowed before it.

“My C’tan, I have done as you have asked; the black hole and it’s energy reside above you.

EXCELLENT, YOU MAY JUST PROVE TO BE A FORMIDABLE CHAMPION YET.

Suddenly, the Cairn ship split in half above him, and shadow looked on in amazement as the black hole came out; sucking all loose objects in the room. It sucked up the black orb and then disappeared in a flash of green, and shadow was left alone in the empty room.

“My Lord,” shadow asked curiously, and only silenced answered him. He got up, and slowly walked to the other alter with the orange orb on it. “My Lord,” he asked again; wondering what in the name of Necrontyr was going on.

BAM, WOOOSH, SPLIT, and the chamber filled with a massive form; half human, half creature. It had a human face, arms and hands but it had four legs and horns coming from the top of its head. It’s eyes glowed yellow like a raging sun a and the essence was black as the night. Suddenly the orange orb vaporized and a massive lance formed in the Outsiders hand, with the tip in the shape of a spear head and the bottom in the shape of a pyramid.

Shadow looked on, slightly terrified as the Outsider settled to the floor. He looked at Shadow…….

THIS IS MY FORM WHEN ADDRESSING YOU, BUT SOON I SHALL RETURN TO MY OROGIONAL FORM AND FEAST ONCE AGAIN. NOW GO, I COMMAND YU, AND TAKE YOUR SHIP. FEAST UPON THE LIVING, AND DESTOY THEM ONE BY ONE; BUT DO NOT FAIL ME FOR I WILL NOT SAVE YOU A SECOND TIME.

With that the Outsider settled down onto the alter as Shadow was teleported back to his ship and found himself in the middle of nowhere; his ships systems at full power.

Well, scare stuff the Outsiders back and he wants you to kill the living. How will you proceed?


Forces in Space:

1000 Infantry
20 Monoliths
100 Scarabs
 

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"Greetings brother, I am Captain William Varian of the Black Dragons Fourth Assault Company. Our sensors have indicated that there are at least two eldar forces, one craftworld and the other dark eldar, there are two chaos forces embroiled in battle on the planet named Galbatorius and we believe that a Tau fleet is also keeping an eye on us from the other side of the system. What is the state of the forces planetside on Yuli-459?"

Vorax cursed as the message was displayed before him, and sighed. It must have been the Dark Eldar who had taken his brothers from him then, that made more sense. The Craftworld Eldar, he respected more than these vile scum and villiany. He also thought about the Tau, the upstart xenos race with a heavy reliance on firepower, and how they would be of little threat to the astartes. His attention turned to the traitor forces, and how he would deal with them later. Finally, his eyes flickered back to the screen where Varian stood, noting an unusual first name for an astartes.

However, he decided to ignore it, and responded to the Captain of the Black Dragons. "Thank you for informing us of these threats, Captain. I will now tell you of what we face on and around Yuli 459. Our first, and main threat is the Necrons. They have awoken in force, as Yuli 459 appears to be a Tomb World. And, also, we have encountered these Dark Eldar scum ourselves. They have already taken hostage one of our strike cruisers, and are now cloaking it.

"Planetside, the Imperial Guard and my scouts seem to be doing well against the Necron threat, but I have dispatched my eighth company as well as support elements to aid them just in case. Also, elements of the White Scar Chapter will reach us soon, so that will further our conquest."

Chapter Master Vorax cut the link, and turned his attention to the new information inside his helmet about the Squats. They were a race of dwarf humans, who had been allies with the Imperium in the past. He decided to open up a link to them, as they needed all the allies they could get. "I understand I am speaking to the race known as the Squats," Vorax began. "I am Chapter Master Adreus Vorax, and I command the Vanquishers Chapter of the Almighty Emperor. I strongly request an alliance to be made, as we have several mutual enemies. Therefore, it would be in our benefit if we were to ally ourselves to destroy these xenos. I am awaiting your response."

He then cut the link for the second time.

+++

On Yuli 459, Castol noticed the Necron, whom he presumed to be in command with a smile. Clutching his staff, the Librarian charged towards the xenos with all the strength he could muster.
“I am Castol, Librarian of the Vanquishers Chapter, and the person who shall take your life,” He charged straight at the xenos, which met his attack; and they meet in the middle, sparkings flying from the clash of wills. It was an inspirational scene, as the nearest guardsmen and scouts redoubled their efforts to see the Librarian go head-to-head with a leader of the Necrons. "In the Emperor's Name," spat Castol furiously. ((A/N: Can I kill this Necron Lord?))

Diplomacy: See above post.
Military Actions: Ten scouts are dispatched to seek out and try and assasinate key commanders of the Necron unit at range, and gather information about their forces. No action is taken amongst the squats as the Chapter Master has opened up a Diplomatic message with them.
Military Movement:See Above
Space Actions: The Main Vanquisher fleet is still searching for the Dark Eldar Craft, and their lost ship, keeping close together after being updated on the Dark Eldar's tactics about preying on lagging ships. Vorax vows not to let another fall, and has got several Veterans on board each ship to command it.
 
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