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TyrantLord, Tyranid splinter fleet

TyrantLord charged into the defensive line. The swarm had already began slicing into the prey. A kroot howled as it launched itself. The hive tyrant simply slashed back with one massive blade. There was almost no resistance. The massive creature slammed into the line like a living battering ram launching many of the prey.

There was a twinge in TyrantLord’s mind. Another fleet? Had Mother misunderstood the request? A second fleet would sweep over the system quickly, but less efficiently than if it was lead by one mind. The other would be accepted as it was; there was much to feed upon.

TyrantLord let its mind return to the battle at hand. As the swarm washed across the defenses it roared. The sound came in two layers, the first was normal the second simply ripped into the minds. Several of the things fell with terror. Kill, the hive tyrant flashed to the swarm, the swarm must feed!

Military Movement:
Lictors ordered to maintain surveillance, and allowed to hunt again in pairs on Galbatorious, and Yuli-450. These hunts are to be against prey who are alone or in very small groups. This is to only be done where there is an extremely high success in feeding with virtually no chance of loss.

The new hive being formed in the gorge collapses the tunnel to itself and begins production using biomatter from the surrounding soil.

Military Actions:
The flying creatures will fly for altitude beyond the Tau’s range. The acid sprayer Harrian will begin to expel acid down onto the defensive line. If any ships try to make orbit again then it will be engaged.
Should the Eldar interfere with their flying units: Engage them at altitude, if needed Harrian will be all that attacks at maximum range.

The assault. (Basically the same plan as before)
The swarm engages in melee, or extremely close range making blast weapons useless. The majority of the swarm creatures will bypass the kroot lines leaving enough to deal with that threat and engage the Tau. Tervigon use their powers to boost the charge and melee (Dominion and Catalyst) and use enough of the smaller creatures to screen them from enemy fire. Tyranofex/Pyrovore/Carnifex will assault the heavy armor first.
Flying creatures will dive in from above, and assist. The Harrian will engage the heavier armor with biocannons from above.
Ravaners will continue destabilizing the ground beneath the defensive line, and then pop up amid the defender’s Broadside suits. This is done while all of the tau are fixed on the fighting at the front.
Biovores will continue to expel sporemines into the surrounding area, mostly toward any line the Eldar may use to advance.


Diplomacy: WOHO! I get to use this
Simple information is sent back to Syst.
Prey abounds.

Space Actions:
Request Kraken and Escort drones from mother with all haste. The smaller ships will need to be replaced immediately.

Request any additional forces that are available. This is the last truly biomass rich world and the assault must succeed. Failure here will end the hive’s ability to take this system.
All remaining ships will remain hidden away from the worlds while waiting for the addition of new swarm ships.
Sentry ship maintains position and waits. If engaged it will run immediately into open space with all speed.
The cruiser will produce more warriors Carnifex and Gargoyles are the intended type.
The hive ship will begin production of Mawloc, and Trygon.
 

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Alconol charged forward as the Necron was about to deliver the killing blow to a human when Alconol launched himself forward. With a cry to the dead eldar gods on his lips he swung his spear in a semi circle down on the Necron Lord. The Lord turned and managed to block it just in time and counter struck but Alconol was too quick. With but a thought he knew what must be done.

The Necron stepped back and hissed something, the extended it’s scythe, shrinking it down to a more usable sie. Alconol raied his blade in the “Striking Eagle” stance and slowly circled his opponent who started to do the very same. Alconol sighed as he let his guard down and closed his eyes, his lips moving furiously under his breath. He was going to let himself open, his soul would be bare. This was risky but he was confident.

The necron launched himself forward straight towards only to bounce off his forceshield. Alconol opened his eyes and extended his hand. Blue lightning energy danced from his hand and striking the Necron square in the chest. It fell like a rock, it’s body complete disabled by the spell that used it’s own energy against it. Alconol lowered his hand, hefted his weapon and walked over to where the Ygnir lay immobilized.

“Prepare to die Ygnir,” he said and raised his spear up for the killing blow. He smashed it down on the Ygnir chest several times and its head. He then turned back, the necrons were fleeing. "Men fall back to the drop zone, I don't like this turn of events."

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Once aboard the Alconol pondered his next move. The necrons were a threat but a diminished one. He needed to talk to his allies, the other eldar. The Imperials would surely turn on him now.

Military actions: All troops fall back to the drop zone and return to the fleet.

Diplomacy: Inform our allies of our retreat as the majority of the necrons have fled.

Space: All ships help in evacuating the men. 400 Guardians are posted at every major service duct and bulkhead in case of sabouters. Ships to aid Imperials if orks and necrons continue to fight though they are moving away from all possible threats.
 

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It was good to be back, Whietoof had missed the familiar surge of overpowering joy when he opened his mouth and yelled

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

And then to hear the reply from his boyz made it even better and made him feel like stompin a bit 'arder. His is exactly what whitetoof felt like know.

Unlike the other warbosses (in whitetoofs opinion) he was just right balance between kunnin and killy. Dis ment 'ee knew dat 'ee would 'ave ter implace sum kunnin an' proper tactics. Whitetoof ad just da fing. He grabbed a necrons head and crushed it in his hand then moved on and grabbed his lead nob and started yelling orders at him.

Millitary actions:
1st, 3rd and 5th divisions head for the bridge emphasising on surprise attacks and rushing at them full force like a giant green deff rola. All the other forces head toward the engine/power room and protect the meks who will try and power the ship down so they can steal the ship and rebuilt it wiv lotsa dakka.

Stompa and battlewagons assist whitetoof, the rest follow the meks.

Space actions:
Entire fleet open fire on cairn ship but runs away and hides if it takes damage.
 

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Blah: Varian's mind was numb, Ardros lay dead at his feet and the good majority of his fleet including the Dark Wyrm herself and all his men on her were now effectively gone. He could hear frantic vox reports from his two remaining strike cruisers, Obsidian and Onyx, gleaning from them that apparently the Necrons had rammed a large cruiser full of explosives into the Dark Wyrm. The resulting explosion had obliterated the battlecruiser and blew apart two of his strike cruisers completely, if there were survivors from those two ships then his battlebrothers still in space were already on it.

He had torn his helmet off in a flurry of rage and dove into the necron forces that were retreating, why they were he did not care and neither did his men, they knew what had just transpired and they were going to slaughter the enemy. Yet now the necrons were phasing out and he and his men were left at the Imperial Guard base with only two ships left, one of which was damaged, yet they would not falter.

His men gathered in the trenches and hunkered down once Varian had recieved the vox from the Vanquishers that the necrons were planning an orbital bombardment. He had retrieved his helm and now was waiting with the rest of his men for their remaining thunderhawks to finish shipping them all to their ships in orbit.

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Once they were all in orbit and his two remaining strike cruisers, Onyx and Obsidian, were within the protection of the much much larger Vanquisher fleet he opened up a communique to the chapter master of the Black Dragons. "Lord, it pains me to ask you of this, but we are in dire need of aid. There are multiple enemy forces within the system, of almost every xenos origin, including the peons of chaos and I regret to say that due to a necron attack our force is sorely outnumbered. I ask that you send us more reinforcements so that we may further the cause of the Imperium and the Emperor himself. Our armor is almost non-existent and many of our tactical squads perished in the naval battle, we are in dire need of a new chaplain for Ardros has fallen, and our brothers of the Librarium would be helpful. Thank you lord. In the Emperor's name."

He stopped the communique and opened a ship to ship vox to the Vanquisher's chapter master, "Chapter Master Vorax, I request that we meet as soon as possible to discuss tactics, we must also have the Imperial Guard commander meet with us immediately so that we may include them also. I can be on your ship within the hour."

Space actions/Military actions: remaining two ships pull into the formation of the Vanquisher's fleet to protect them. All men have been withdrawn from the surface of the planet and back onto the two remaining ships.

Diplomatic: send request for reinforcements to chapter master of the Black Dragons. ask the vanquishers and imperial gaurd to meet for tactical meetings and shtuffs like that lol
 

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Hargir surveyed the situation from his throne, and it amused him greatly. It seemed his vengeance would be had, for the Eldar were here, and in force. However, it greatly concerned him that the Ygnir were also present, and that they were fighting the Greenskin; an old ally of Hargir’s people. He took one last look at the tactical display, and then made his decision.

“Retribution, you will move to engage the Ygnir ship that is locked with the Rok. I will take the flagship and move to assist our new human allies.”

“Yes Lord,” was all the reply he needed. With that he turned and barked orders to the deck crews, inputting coordinates into his throne and sitting back as his flagship moved towards the planets surface.

Forces in Space:

1000 Infantry
20 Vehicles

Forces on Ground:

Yuli-450:

100 Workers

Diplomatic:

(Message to all Humans)

This is Warlord Hargir, I am moving to assist your armies in the fight against the Ygnir at the planet you call Yuli-459. Prepare for imminent deployment
 

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Shadow snarled at the destruction of the Imperial ships, cackling at their demise. The Night-ship had been beyond full repair, so its destruction was imminent anyway. Why not put it to use one last time, Shadow thought. As the white-hot flares died away, Shadow heard a dull sound. It built steadily, starting as nothing but a deep thrumming noise. It built and built, until suddenly it came clear as day:

Waaaagh!

A titanic impact rippled along the Cairn as a massive asteroid collided with the port-side. The stealth field abruptly failed, leaving the Cairn exposed. Shadow roared with anger as he saw the filthy Krork crossing the vacuum to the Cairn, and attempted to board the ship. Shadow knew what to do, however, against boarding actions.

"Navigator!" called Shadow, "De-pressurise the port-side. Remove artificial atmosphere from all exterior chambers on the side where the damned Krork are coming through. Deploy all Pariahs and accompanying Warriors to choke-points where corridors intersect so they can gain no foothold."

Military Action:

All exterior port-side chambers are now vacuums. This is to stop the Orks from being able to even breath, let alone fight.

Where corridors connect together, into large chambers which leader deeper into the ship, Pariahs and warriors are pooled together to stop any advance. Around the Rok's impact point, there are five such chambers; in each are deployed 10 mighty Pariahs to spread ultimate fear into the Orks, and 100 Warriors to blast them apart from behind their raised cover-points. A force of 90 Immortals and 60 Destroyers are active-reserves, moving to wherever needed. In this way, the Necrons can fight vastly superior numbers without losing ground.

Space Action:

Auto-repair systems active and preparing to re-engage stealth field when possible. Also, all gauss batteries fire upon the Rok to blast it apart!

Diplomacy:

Message to Sorrow: "My ship is under attack from the vile Krork. My teleporting-beacons can take any troops you can spare."


Note: Current forces stand at:

- Lord Shadow
- 500 Warriors
- 50 Pariahs
- 90 Immortals
- 60 Destroyers
- 16 Monoliths
 

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Day 13

Kalawaki

Syst felt his mind slapped as he reached out to Mother for more bio-resources. She was angry at him, angry for calling for more so soon without a good reason. Syst growled as he felt anger at himself for his stupid mistake.

It didn’t matter though, for as Mother withdrew from his mind, he felt taps from his Lictor scouts that detailed the situation in the system around him. War was raging on one planet between fleshy beings and metal skeletons that used green light as their weapon. The fellow Tyranid fleet also had sent scouts out, and some had not been left alive to tell the tale. The remaining planets were quiet, nothing much more than creating of metal structures by the fleshy beings.

Syst stored them to the back of his mind for later, as he started to send signals to parts of his fleet, initiating the landing of his warriors on the planet below.

Forces in Space:

500 Warriors
10 Vehicles
100 Ripper Swarms

Forces on Ground:

Yuli Prime:

500 Warriors
10 Vehicles

Space Force: 100%


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Silbern (You need to post man)

Verriah fought tooth and nail with everything he had, but it seemed that he wouldn’t survive. For some reason he couldn’t think, couldn’t come up with a plan, and it was just out of his minds reach as he continued to fight.

Forces in Space:

100 Earth Caste Workers

Forces on Ground:

Yuli Prime:

412 Infantry
10 Vehicles

Space Force: 0%

Casualties:

221 Infantry
3 Vehicles

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BlackApostleVilhelm

Varian stood on the bridge of his new command ship, the Onyx, with a piece of cloth in his hands. His eyes still shed tears, though he felt no emotion; it was a strange thing for him. Wiping away some tears, he sat in front of the tactical map, composing a letter to be sent to his sector commander for more reinforcements. His men were now within the bounds of the Vanquisher fleet, which had seemed to have more luck than his troops had. Though his fleet was decimated, his ground forces were relatively intact; and ready to fight again. Many warriors wanted vengeance for the dishonor that had been done to them down on the planet’s surface.

His ship the Obsidian was still refitting, and he was waiting for a reply when word reached him of a new development. It seemed that the race known as the Squats was making planet fall and was deploying their two massive ships around the far side of the planet.

So now what, what will you do next?

Forces in Space:

589 Infantry
17 Vehicles
100 Workers

Space Force: 42%

Strike Cruiser “Obsidian” is heavily damaged


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Samu3 (You need to post man)

Your men all fall back to the base, and site tight while the two titans fight each other for supremacy.

Forces in Space:

None

Force on Ground:

Yuli- 459:

647 Guard Infantry (First- Third Platoons)
13 Vehicles
21 Rough Riders
Heavy Mortar Platoon
1 Titan

Space Forces: 87%

Casualties:

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Bane_of_Kings

Vorax stood patiently as his ship came out of the warp and laid down into a planetary orbit around the planets far side. It seemed that much had transpired since he had left to chase down the pirate Eldar. An asteroid, or what appeared to be one, had come out of nowhere and slammed into the Necron ship that they had engaged earlier. Another two ships, both equally massive, had broadcast the Squat identification form and had split off in different directions. It also seemed that his new ally had loss a majority of his fleet, his warriors unknown, to some massive explosion.

For the moment, it seemed that Vorax held an advantage; being one of the few left with a fleet relatively untouched by the fighting. As turned to his second, giving orders to commence a gorund attack and retrieval of his men. Sending a message to Ferox, he turned back to his tactical display to decide his next move.

Suddenly his aid ran back to him, sputtering something that was garbled in the rush he was in. “Stop babbling and start speaking, what is wrong,” Vorax roared, annoyed at the lack of discipline from his aid.

The aid stop, took a second to catch his composer, then handed a slate to Vorax. “The White Scars are here sir, they just arrived in system. They say they have 400 Marines ready at your disposal.” Vorax was a little taken back, having assumed they might not even show up. Now the situation was much more favorable indeed. In addition, he noted on the slate, their was a report that his HQ was complete, and that the new missile silos had been completed. This was excellent news indeed.

So now what, you have more men, but you’re in a sticky situation, where do your forces go from here?

Forces in Space:

3rd Company(107)
5 Vehicles

Forces on Ground:

Yuli- 459

400 White Scars
104 Marines (4th(moderate losses), 9th Company’s(moderate losses))
4 Vehicles

Yuli- 450

114 Marines (2nd Company)
20 Scouts
3 Vehicles
100 Settlers

Space Force: 92%

5 Strike Cruisers, 1 Battle barge under Vorax command is on the edge of the system


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Warsmith7752

As Whitetoof charged through ranks of metal skeletons, he crashed through a set of doors and into a massive chamber that twisted and distorted his vision. It seemed the enemy was choking him of life support, but he had been prepared for such a thing.

“You stupid muts, put on da breatha mask!” He held his breath as he put his mask on, attachjed to the extra air in his suit. Da boys weren;t as fast, however, and some were suffocated or killed while attempting to put their masks on. Whitetoof turned and destroyed two opponents rushing him. He grabbed a third and threw it through the hole and into space.

As his men pushed on, they suddenly found themselves in a massive chamber that had a reactor of some type in the center of the room. Whitetoof put his hand out, halting his WWAAGGHH crazed warriors as he sniffed the air, looking for an answer.

“Welcome my friends; it’s time to turn you into green barbeque!” Suddenly shaped materialized out of thin air and cu down the first rank of warriors in front of Whitetoof within seconds. More skeletons moved from the shadows and charged towards them.

“Kill d’em all,” Whitetoof roared, and he charged strait at the the leader, coming down with a massive strike.

So you have charged into the ship, and are engaging the enemy leader(you may do one wound), whats your next move??

Forces in Space:

834
20 Vehicles
100 Slaves

Space Force: 87%(Rok “Dastructar” moderate damaged to hull)

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G0arr

TyrantLord sliced left and right, slaughtering fleshy creatures beneath his mighty claw as he killed countless numbers of enemy warriors. They small fleshy creatures were dying easier than their blue skinned cousins in the forests. His assault was going perfectly, the enemy forces in complete disarray as their commanders were not reacting to the situation properly.

His smaller soldiers below him swarmed forward, killing everything before them or tearing it into pieces for later consumption. TyrantLord roared with delight at the carnage before him, not even flinching as laser beams pierced his thick hide.

He suddenly felt a psychic pulse, a familiar one that he had felt before. Another Tyranid was here, and he was landing on this very planet. That would be a problem, for he would need all the resources to grow.

For the moment, however, he could finish his feast, heehehehehhe…………………….

So whats next???

Forces in Space:

None

Forces on Ground:

Magnar:

500 Warriors
2 Carnifex
1 Swarm Lord

Yuli Prime:

936 Warriors
5 Vehicles (Warriors)
1 Swarm Lord

5 Lictors on Galbatorious
4 Lictor on Yuli- 450

Space Force: 52%

Casualties:

437 Infantry
1 Vehicle

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Farseer Ulthris (You need to post next time or your forces will be killed off)

Your men forma defensive perimeter and await further orders as they watch the Tau get slaughtered by the Tyrnanid.

Forces in Space:

100 Warriors
10 Vehicles

Forces on Ground:

Yuli- 450

100 Bonesingers

Yuli Prime:

230 Warrior
6 Vehicles

Space Forces: 80%

370 Infantry
4 Vehicles

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Serpion5

Sorrow found himself on board the Cairn ship, shadow’s personal death star. He tried to sit p, but failed as his left leg gave out under the damage it had sustained. “Shadow, I require assistance,” Sorrow yelled into the data stream, but was meet with no immediate answer. Summoning a near bye Scarab to repair him, Sorrow tapped his mind into the ships computer core, searching for some answers about what exactly was happening around him.

He learned at once that he wasn’t safe here, for some living creatures had invaded Lord Shadow’s sanctum and were going about destroying everything in sight. In addition, his men had all teleported back to the Tomb or were destroyed, permanently. It seemed that things were not going so well; perhaps a retreat………………………………….

His world suddenly turned green, and his was shifted, along with the Scarab who was screaming data, to the chamber of the Outsider. Sorrow bowed his head, expecting to be torn apart for his failure.

“I HAD NOT FORESEEN THE ARRIVAL OF KHAINE. IT WOULD SEEM THAT OUR CIRCUMSTANCES HAVE CHANGED.” Sorrow was surprised as the Outsider grabbed the orange orb on the second alter, and watched as it turned into a sword with an awkward shape. It had blocks instead of a blade, and a tip that was a ball instead of a sharp point.

“SORROW, YOU WILL TAKE YOUR MEN AND GO TO THE PLANET THE LIVING CALL YULI-450. THERE, DEEP BENEATH THE GROUND LIES AN ANCIENT SECRET OF THERE’S; A MACHINE WITH UNLIMITED POWER. GO CLAIM THIS MACHINE AND REPORT BACK WHEN YOU DO.

With that the Outsider vanished in a thunder shock of thunder and lightning. Sorrow immediately set to work gathering his men and sending them to the ships that the Outsider had mysteriously summoned.

So now what, you have a new mission, will you comply, or will you move to Shadow’s aid??

Forces in Tomb World:

332 Warriors
2 Monoliths

Space Force: 100%


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Anfo(You need to post, or next time your guy will die)

Lord Greeths men sit around and collect dust, waiting for their commander to make his next big plan.

Forces in Space:

150 Infantry
4 Vehicles

Forces on the Ground:

Galbatorious:
923 Marines
25 Bikers
21 Vehicles
300 Slaves
459 Cultists
1 Hammer of Khorne

Space Force: 150%(4 new ships)

Casualties:

2 Havocs


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Lord Rambo

Alconol stood inside the transport as his men loaded up and prepared to move back to their fleet; still in orbit. His men had fought well, but many were wounded and the medics were having a hard time keeping up with the load that was coming in. The Avatar stood silently, growling here and there, crushing random Necrons underneath its mighty feet. The Mon’Kiegh were recovering their own fallen and wounded, putting them on crude machines that smelt of pollution and petroleum.

As Alconol was about to signal the liftoff, a sudden snap in the air signaled the arrival of something extremely powerful. A massive shadow rose out from the green light, it’s head in the shape of a dragon with a body of an Eldar. It’s black skin was as dark as the night and his eyes glowed a deep reddish orange with pure hatred. It rose to it’s full height, grabbed the Avatar, and flung it clear across the landscape. The Avatar smashed in the Mon’Kiegh base and slide to a halt, leaping back onto its feet as it did. It growled and charged strait at the Ygnir star god, slicing at its hand with its sword. The Ygnir Star God’s arm swiftly transformed into a scythe and clashed in a hail of lightning with Khaines sword.

Alconol felt fear, something he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. Here were two gods duel each other for supremacy, and his men were caught in the middle of it. Alconol knew there was only one thing to do, only way to save his troops.

“Have the men fall back to the Webway and prepare to evacuate from the surface, I will deal with the abomination,” Alconol shouted to his second as he grabbed his weapon and lept out of the ship. He sprinted across the landing one and towards where the two titans were killing each other causing the ground to shake and massive gyser’s of dirt to shoot up in the air.

“Nymya ta korinishi tashok takeda niyomi,” Alconol chanted and felt the power grow inside him as he started to glow a shade of red. The spell was slowly giving him power, unlimited power for a small period of time; which he could hopefully use to defeat and seal away the Star God.

“NOT SO FAST ELDAR!” The Star God threw his hand towards him and a force knocked Alconol out of the air and slammed him into a building. As Alconol shook off the blow, he saw he was in an office, and charged back through the hole, determined not to let evil prevail this day.

So your locked in a battle with a star God (you may do one mortal wound), and your troops are in retreat, what’s your next move??



Forces in Space:


Forces on the Ground:

Yuli- 450:

75 Bonesingers
25 Warp spiders
45 Dire Avengers
5 Jetbikes
10 Shinning Spears
1 Fire Prisms

Yuli-459:

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

Space Force: 72%(On far side of planet)

Casualties:

80 Infantry
1 Vehicle

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Farseer Darvaleth

Shadow stood by his Navigators core, really upset that everything seemed to be fighting against him. Even his God, the Outsider, was not answering his pleas for help, and Sorrow had magically disappeared from the ship as well. Now he had Krok, greenskins, invading his ship, and they might actually overrun him, with all the fighting that was occurring.

He initiated the Navigator to seal off certain parts of the ships, as well as create vacuums’ in other sections. He then sent all forces to the reactor, where he would make his last stand. His monoliths he sent to the Tomb portal below, knowing they would be mostly useless to him in the ship-to-ship combat environment. After making some final preparations, he settled into a dark spot in the reactor chamber, waiting for his opponent to come to him.

Finally they came, their leader vursting into the room amid a hail of bullets, sniffing the air as if to sense Shadow’s location.

“Welcome my friends,” Shadow said,” it’s time to turn you into green barbeque!” with that, shadow launched himself at the nearest, Krok, turning it into pieces. He then charged at the leader, who did the same, and they meet in a show of sparks and green lighting.

So now what, how will you fight the enemy leader(you may do one wound, but you cannot kill. Also, you can only use your phase shifter once, so choose wisely).

Forces in Space:

100 Scarabs

Forces On Ground:
 

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Olimpar stood on the bridge of his command vessel, “The Emperor’s Right Hand,” staring out into the black void that was so dubbed the Yuli system. His battleship, along with its two escorts had come here after learning of the conflict taking place almost a week earlier. Reports had indicated not only Necrons, but also the traitor Legions and possible daemons in the system. This had caused the Inquisition to summon and send some of it’s finest troops; the Grey Knights.

Olimpar’s fleet stood at the edge of the system, waiting for further orders.

So now what’s your next move??

Forces in Space:

1000 Infantry
20 Vehicles
100 Workers

Space Force: 100%
 

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Ollimpar started to order his men " I want to know exactly were the enemy are and were any potential allies are," the crew went to their tasks in a hurry. Olimpar looked out into space he started to think 'why were so many Grey Knights sent here' kept coming back and he did wonder but he was loyal and did not need a reason. "Sir we have found signs of a Tyranid splinter fleet, a chaos warlord and a Necron armada" once again Olimpar was thrown into deep thought trying to decide what he should do. "Sir we have found signs of Imperium on Yuli-50 and 49 also we believe squats are here." Olimpar had the plan "I want all forces to wait near The chaos do not engage, Until we have support from Squats."

Military action:

prepare for a fight stop any intruders

Space action: move all ships near the chaos army then wait

Diplomacy: Send message to hagir to ask for his assistance attacking the chaos then send message to all Imperials
 

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Blah: Chapter Master Vorax paced up and down the deck of Volturis, with a smile on his face. The White Scars had arrived, and now he had four-hundred expert bike units to back him up with speed. Things were looking well for the Vanquishers, as the fortress on Yuli-450 had been completed, and he was seemingly, one of the few forces with a still largley intact space fleet.

Truly, the Emperor had his favourites today, Vorax smiled. Sure, men had lost their lives on Yuli-459, but they would be avenged in due course.

"Chapter Master Vorax, I request that we meet as soon as possible to discuss tactics, we must also have the Imperial Guard commander meet with us immediately so that we may include them also. I can be on your ship within the hour." Suddenly, ringing through the ship, the Chapter Master recgonised the familar vox channel from Captain Varian of the Black Dragons Chapter.

"Your request is granted, Captain Varian," responded the Chapter Master, and watched as the ship bearing the colours of the Black Dragons docked with his own, larger Battle-Barge. "Meet me on the bridge. The Emperor Protects."

Military Actions: White Scars and Forces on Yuli-459 withdraw from the planet, and join up with the Space Marines fleet in the skies.

Diplomatic Actions: Inform the Black Dragons they can come aboard. Also, inform the Imperial Guard that they are welcome to join us, as well as the Squats, and any other Imperial forces that may have arrived on the planet.
 

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Damn that hurt.

The loss of Isamyr's arm was most unpleasant. Not only was the Chaos Lord in pain, but his chainfist had been damaged. The rage of the Chaos Lord rivaled that of Kharn.

'What in the Warp do you mean you can't have it fixed by tomorrow? You said that you were once part of the Iron Warriors, I thought Perturabo taught you to fix everything?' Isamyr screamed at the techmarine.

'My Lord, we are doing everything in our power to repair your chain fist. But it is an ancient piece of equipment, and the power cables were fused together by the blade thet sliced off your arm.'

'Bring it to me tomorrow. No exceptions'

Isamyr walked into his new Castle. He walked to the top and looked over the planet that was now his. Near the front of his fort was his Cannon of Khorne. Small bodies could be see moving over it's sides, repairing damages. His newest 'recruits' were being trained in the secretive and stealthy was of the Alpha Legion. Sadly they would not master the skills anytime soon, especially during a campaign. Isamyr would need to find a less subtle use for them...

The next day, Isamyr went to check on his chainfist. Surprisingly, it was done. While having it attached to his armor, Karl walked in.

'What are you doing down here? I had you in charge of the Fleet!' Isamyr yelled at the small man.

'I am sorry, Sir, but there is news you should see.' Karl replied as he held out a dataslate. Isamyr grabbed the slate angrily.

Isamyr's body went stiff not even a quarter of the way down. He had to make a an effort not to crush the dataslate. He thrust the slate in Karl's chest,'Have my plane ready for take off immedatly. Load up all the 'Recruits' and 100 cultists. Brief the cultists on the internal working of Inquisition ships and Imperial Crewmen. I want all them on in an hour.'

Isamyr walked up the loading ramp of his thunderhawk with Karl and his retinue in tow. They sat down and strapped them selfs in.

'The Fleet appears to be doing nothing currently, they are waiting for something.' Karl said.

'Reinforcements, most likely. We must move quickly.' Isamyr said as the plane took off.

Karl nodded, 'Sir, do you think the Cultist have enough time to prepare? With so little time to learn the inner working of Imperial Crew life, they could be detected.'

'We only need them there for a short time.' Isamyr replied, 'And you never answered me on why you left the ship to tell me all this.'


Millitary actions:

Continue construction of Moon Base.

Begin Repairs of the buildings damaged in battle, Including the 'enemy' fortress.

Upgrade all Power Armor with Nexcium.

Prepare 100 Cultists to infiltrate Inquisition cruisers. They will pose as crewmen. Send them in.

Move all new marine to ships along with Isamyr, and his retinue.


Space actions:

Hold 4 ships in orbit over Moon.

Hold other ships in orbit over planet. Have some ships fly toward the Inquisition and pretend to attack to see how the enemy reacts. But stay out of harms way.
 

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TyrantLord, Tyranid splinter fleet

Tyrantlord turned and roared. The swarm was pressing forward, and the foe was faltering. Good, good they would be consumed. It was time to finish this.

The thrill of battle drove Tyrantlord into a fury. It howled and roared. This world would provide much biomass, and the swarm would consume it. Yes, yes it would feed the fleet, and all would fall before the ravenous hunger.

Military Movement:

Military Actions:
Overwhelm what is left of the Tau. Force every one of their firewarriors into close combat making their range weapons useless.
Tyranofex/Pyrovore/Carnifex will assault the heavy armor.
Biovores continue with their previous orders making a deadly mine barrier that the Tau can not retreat through, and the elder can not advance through.

Diplomacy:
(possible addition) None as current.

Space Actions:
Request Kraken and Escort drones from mother with all haste. The smaller ships will need to be replaced immediately.
Request any additional forces that are available. This is the last truly biomass rich world and the assault must succeed. Failure here will end the hive’s ability to take this system.
All remaining ships will remain hidden away from the worlds while waiting for the addition of new swarm ships.
Sentry ship maintains position and waits. If engaged it will run immediately into open space with all speed.
The cruiser will produce more warriors Carnifex and Gargoyles are the intended type.
The hive ship will begin production of Mawloc, and Trygon.

Any additional production will be ‘plant’ spores.
The buried hive will begin consuming what is in the soil, and spawn the first queen on the world.
 

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Sorrow

Personal...

Sorrow was patient beyond compare as his body came back together, piece by piece. He considered himself extremely fortunate that Shadow had the good graces to assist him so promptly. After ten minutes of repair work, Sorrow was finally able to stand. Holding out his hand, he emitted a brief command code into the link, and his warscythe returned to his grip.

Taking a look around, Sorrow deduced that he was back in the repair bay of Shadow`s cruiser. He began to walk towards-

Sorrow...

The voice called him. It was all too familiar...

ZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP

Suddenly, Sorrow found himself once more in the chamber of the Outsider, the giant demigod standing before him. Sorrow dropped to his knees immediately, awaiting whatever punishment was coming.

Khaine is here. The Outsider spoke. I had not expected to see him here, this does indeed complicate things. I need you, Sorrow, to find the captured eldar weapon I sealed in this system long ago. Go to the planet the living call Yuli 450 and claim the weapon buried within.

'My Lord.' Sorrow bowed his head.

There can be no mistakes. The Outsider said, retrieving the second orb. It became a sword of almost comical proportions, but Sorrow knew better than to treat it as a joke. If you fail, I will inflict unlimited suffering upon you.

The Outsider vanished, leaving Sorrow to stand in the chamber alone. Exiting the chamber, Sorrow was rejoined by his spyder cohort and re-established the link to his warriors. It was indeed a pitiful sight...

Remembering his ally under attack, Sorrow made the decision he needed to.

Military Movement...

Transport Sorrow and all remaining forces to Sorrow`s Scythe cruiser.

Military Actions...

All forces are contained within the Scythe Cruiser. Preparing for boarding actions if necessary.

Fleet Actions...

Travel to Yuli 450 upon Outsider`s Command. Fleet on standby to engage if necessary.

Diplomacy...

Message to Shadow:

++Hold out as long as possible. I will send assistance asap.++
 

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Blah: The Onyx slowly docked with the Vanquishers' battle barge, Varian wore his full battleplate, his helm hooked to the maglock at his waist. He was accompanied by his own squad of veterans, each a legend of the chapter in their own right and each fully capable of holding his own against numerous enemies. They were called The Flight amongst the rest of the chapter and his company, five elite veterans who's names would pass into chapter history once they had passed, each one different from the next.

Gorax was the first, a large marine that weilded a brutal looking dual bladed power axe that glowed with inner fire. His armor was tooled to look like the bones of a warrior much like the chaplains but what set him apart were the skulls of all the Eldar, Tyranids and Orks that he had killed in his lifetime. Each was the head of a champion he had felled, each attached to his waist by an adamantine chain, twelve in all hung all the way around his waist. His jump pack was carved to look like skeletal wings and was much bulkier to carry his greater weight.

The next was Gregory, a black chain cloak covering most of his body, his jump pack a deep black with no markings, he weilded a power scythe who's black blade glowed with a negative light. Beside Gregory was Cain, a tall marine that weilded a large two handed power sword, his armor was like Varian's in that it was tooled to look like the scales of a great dragon.

Rumer was the next out of the docking umbilical, the Bane of Traitors, he was average size for a marine but just by looking at him one could tell he was a warrior supreme. All across his armor hung the skulls of all the traitor champions he had slain, each skull was engraved with the name of the traitor, his legion, and the campaign he had died in, the skulls being purified to rid them of chaos and then blessed to make them anathema to daemons and warpkind. Three hung from each shoulderpad and ten hung around his waist, his armor looked ancient, like it was from the Great Crusade itself but it was tooled to look like that, his chestplate carved into the face of a screaming dragon and the words AVE IMPERATOR engraved across his jump pack and the power spear that he used.

The last one out was the newest member, relatively new considering he was much much older than many of the marines in the chapter, Julius. He was an extremely pious marine, passages from the Imperial Creed covered every piece of his armor, but what truly set him apart from his brothers were the weapons that he weilded. Blades were attached to his jump pack for him to use as extra weapons and he wore a unique set of power claws, the claws were slim and long but instead of being large and bulky like Varian's they were attached to his fingers allowing him for more dexterity.

Each one's jump pack looked like dragon wings despite minute differences and each's helm looked like the face of a snarling dragon, Varian's being the only one that looked like a dragon skull. Yet also like their captain they were Dragon Claws, long sharp spines studding their forearms and elbows were covered in adamantine, each one concealing a set of toxin soaked fangs behind their helms. They followed their captain as he made his way towards the bridge of the Vanquishers' battle barge until they finally reached the bulkhead and were allowed in.

Varian walked in, the Flight following him silently, and bowed his head in respect to Vorax as he spoke, his voice deep and sharp, "Greetings brother, I am pleased to finally meet you in person. This is my command squad, called The Flight by the rest of my men and our chapter, each a legend of the chapter in his own right; Gorax, Gregory, Cain, Rumer and Julius. Despite the fact that my fleet is decimated we have suffered little casualties and are ready to take the fight to the enemy, our sensors have picked up only one chaos fleet orbiting Galbatorious, I believe that the other fleet that was previously there has either been completely destroyed or taken over by the opposing faction." He paused as Rumer growled "Traitors...." and Julius let out a wordless snarl. Varian smiled at his brothers showing his toxin covered fangs for a split second, "Should we continue or should we wait for our allies?" He asked Vorax.

Military Actions: none

Diplomatic actions: Engage in tactical meeting with Vanquishers.
 

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Whitetoof smashed through the ranks with his tremendous bulk, gaus fire harmlesslybounced off the kustom forcefield of the mek behind him and the generator attached to whitetoofs back. With his nobz at his side he charged at the metallic skeletons, at range the necrons were lethal but once the gap was closed the orks cut them down to size with choppa and slugga.

Suddenly from nowhere "welcome friends, time to turn you into a green barbecue!" the first rank of orks fell like rain in a storm. Whitetoof turned to look for the necron who was nowhere to be seen so he turned and grabed the nearest mek. "I'm gunna chuck ya inta da big green fing, I'm no mek but I rekon it's da smart gubbins of da ship." before the mek bad time to reply he was flying through the air towards the green reactor. As he turned his head he saw a flash of metal. His instincts kicked in to swing his power klaw. He aim was true, the metal on metal sound halted the battle momentarily just long enough for everyone in range to see the necron beings thrown through the air by the blow from the power klaw. It had hit him in the chest revealing a glowing green orb which whitetoof shot a hail of dakka at but to no avail.

Before the necron landed he suddenly came to his senses and nimbly sprang at whitetoof........

Millitary actions:
Emphasis on CAPTURE of the ship, normal boyz are to be used as a meat shield for the more important orks and during combat emphasis on swarm. Meks will continue trying to take control of the ships engines but some now work on controlling the ships auto defences and disabling he engines and guns thus halting the amount of damage being put on he fleet.

Diplomatic actions: send the following message back to the homeplanet of da Blak orks (re-enforcement request)

Alright ya git?

Whitetoof as led us inta a system wiv lotsa fightin teh be dun, we gots umies, bugs (tyranids) and da long'uns (elder) basically wot am sayin is dat there is lotsa fightin ter be had ere an we is welcomin any orks dat wunna join da waaaaaaaagh. We is already fightin da metal skeletonz and we onto been 'ere 'bout an hour or two.

Space actions: all fleet stay out range from the guns as much as possible while still providing covering fire.
 

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"Sir we have killed another cultist, but if they keep this up one will get through." Olimpar strided around the room as the figures poured in "Sir they have a very large army much larger than ours." more reports like this followed. Soon Olimpar realised that they had very little chance of winning against this and so Olimpar ordered a withdraw. "Get us back into the warp we need to help the Imperium, not fight a battle with no hope of survival."

As the fleet went into the warp the navigator told him the options Yuli 50 seemed the best one. Issuing the Orders he went back to pacing about the room until they got to Yuli 50 Dropping the men of his remains stayed with him for the real test. The Attack of the cairn Wraith ship, soon the fleet was there " Board the lesser vessels try to destroy the Wraith ship." he shouted and soon combat was joined.

Military Movement: 300 infantry, 2 Tanks and all builders are on Yuli 50 while the remains are on board ships waiting to board

Military Movement : find all friendly forces on Yuli 50 and start to build HQ.
on Ships prepare to board the lesser ships use largest ship to fire at wraith ship.

space force: use two smaller ships to board other ships. meanwhile use the main ship to fire upon wraith ship.

diplomacy: send an alliance with squats and a non aggression pack with orks
ask for more men with this letter
+++++++++++Titan++++++

Inquisitor Syprax the Yuli system is a warzone thousands of soldiers die in every battle. Not only this but many other races have come there Orks, Squats, necrons and most destructively there is a large chaos force. This is why I have sent this call for aid

+++++++++++ Your loyal servant Olimpar +++++++++++=
 

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Splinter Fleet Kalawaki

PERSONAL
Syst hissed slightly. Mother did not like his request. She shouldn't be surprised, it was natural for him to feel he needed more troops. He was used to commanding a larger force then he had available to him. His teeth chattered in anticipation as he began to make full deployment to the lush, fertile planet below him. He had almost gone to another planet for consumption, but he sensed other threats that the other fleet had yet to battle, and he also knew this was the richest, most fertile world to consume. As the Mycetic Spores rained down into the planet, he strategically set it up so that they would entrap the older threat (Eldar) between his forces and TyrantLord's. He himself prepared to disembark below, but first he wanted to see to it that all of his forces made it planet side.

A twinge of his thoughts sent a huge cloud of poisonous microscopic spores into the planets atmosphere. These spores would mutate the plant life and make it grow tenfold, while also poisoning the air and water to everything that was neither plant nor tyranid. He shifted slightly in his wet domain as he launched several very special spores planet side. These spores would begin the foundation of his plan, and would land with the rest of his forces. They would make what was needed; Digestion Pools.

Satisfied, he ordered his hive ship to proceed in producing more space fighters for spacial defense, and ordered for all but one sentry Drone ship to retreat and hide. After that initial order, he himself sent himself spiraling down, planet side, eager to lead his brood to the consumption of this world...


MILITARY MOVEMENT
Deploy all troops to Yuli-Prime. Deploy them all strategically so they are stuck between TyrantLord's forces and my own.

All Lictor's on Yuli-Prime are ordered to infiltrate the Eldar defenses but not to engage. They, being as masterfully stealthy as they are, should be able to do this effortlessly and without casualty.

Genestealers that had previously been deployed to Yuli Prime are to reunite with the main forces. They weren't far off from the landing zone so this shouldn't take too long.

Begin to mutate all ripper's with sharper claws, to allow them to be able to tunnel. This too shouldn't take long as each ripper is generally small.

Set up a defensive perimeter around the landing zone, and begin to use several Biovore's to lay down a deadly minefield between the landing zone and the Eldar forces.

Two Tervigon's (from my 'vehicles' section) will begin to produce more and more Termagaunts to add to my forces.

Two spores will land in the heart of the deployment zone, and will burst open to form digestion pools. The third spore will begin to bury itself in the crater it created and form a hive. Once it is fully burrowed it will begin creating a Queen.

As previously landed Raveners (from EmperorsHand69's update) will proceed in burrowing and creating a tunnel network to underneath the Eldar fortifications. Once they reach those positions they will begin to destabilize the earth from below them, aiming mostly to destabilize the earth beneath the vehicles to render them useless.

All forces prepare to attack the small Eldar forces that threaten the swarm.


MILITARY ACTIONS
All forces prepare a defensive perimeter around the deployment zone.

Several Biovore's begin launching spore mines, to create a living mine field between my forces and the Eldar.

All 5 Lictor's on the planet are ordered to infiltrate the Eldar defenses. This should be relatively easy, considering the Lictor's nearly-unparalleled stealth capabilities.

5 Venomthrope's will begin to spew their toxic clouds, both to effectively conceal the swarm and pollute the atmosphere. These spore clouds also stimulate plant growth as an added side effect.

Several Raveners will proceed to create a tunnel connecting the Eldar encampment and my own. They will then proceed to destabilize the ground beneath their fortifications, aiming specifically to make the vehicles cave-in, to render them useless.

Hive Guard will set up a defense, ready to fire their deadly, anti-tank impaler canons at anything that comes close to the deployment zone.

All remaining forces prepare for battle. Truly, if the mere 230 Eldar warriors could see this force, they would be filled with dread as they were greeted with a seething mass of dripping fangs and quivering talons.


DIPLOMACY
As Syst felt gravity return to him while the planet caught him, he sent out a small twinge of information to TyrantLord, telling him of how the Eldar forces were now trapped. The information would come to TyrantLord with a very satisfied, eager sensation. Syst could hardly wait to have the Eldar blood dripping from between his fangs.


SPACE ACTIONS
One ship remains behind to continue and pollute the atmosphere with microscopic, poisonous, plant-stimulating/mutating spores. All other ships disengage and hide safely out of the range of anything else in orbit, but stay close enough to the planet that the Shadow in the Warp maintains its full effect.

The Hive Ship is ordered to continue producing more space fighters, as it has been, in case they are engaged.
 

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Personal Section:

Shadow leapt from the shadows, ordering the attack at the kill-junction. It seemed most of the Krork had some kind of simple breathing-units, annoyingly efficient at recycling air. It made no difference, Shadow would win out. His warriors opened fire from their cover points, unleashing a horrendous volley on the enemy. A bodyguard of Pariahs advanced with Shadow, their mighty warscythes spinning and killing wherever they went. Shadow himself was armed with the newly-artificed Voidstaff: a mighty warscythe with a Resurrection Orb set into its head, its restorative energies spilling around him, bringing warriors back from impossible wounds.

Suddenly, Shadow spied the enemy commander: leaping forward, Shadow was instantly smashed back by a powerful blow, before being hit by a volley of bullet-fire. Shadow snarled as his chest was damaged, setting his Resurrection orb to work on it straight away. Shadow leapt in, but did not strike.

"I admire your fighting skills, Krork," called Shadow above the din, "But do you really think that we are beyond reasoning?"

Immediately, every Necron unit aboard withdrew back into pre-prepared reserve killing zones, Phasing Out to their new positions. This just left Shadow, alone, against the confused Orks.

"Sure, you could damage this system alone. Quite a bit, I'm certain," called Shadow, hovering above the Orks, " But why not have the entire system all to yourselves?"

Shadow saw confusion sweeping across the Orks' faces as their momentum began to wane.

"What say we end this? Why not fight, together?" Shadow quickly ran a scan, acquiring some of the dialect of the Krork, "Let's go bash the 'humies and puny Eldar together!" cried Shadow.

In a spectacular display, a hologram of the Cairn appeared in the centre of the hall.

"This ship will aid you. Together, we defeat the enemies of this system. Then, I leave. My ship, all my forces, we leave you be. All we want is the death of the 'humies and anything which isn't Orky."

Shadow let his proposal hang with the Orks. He knew they wouldn't refuse; they chance to fight 'humies, much more satisfying to bash than Necrons with all their flesh and blood, and, once they were done, the Necrons would leave them be. The entire system all to himself, Shadow knew the Ork Leader would accept.

He just had to wait for the confirmation.

Military Action:

All forces have Phased into reserve kill-zones, but are ordered not to engage or advance to support Shadow without specific orders.

Space Action:

The Cairn stops firing on the Ork Rok, and puts all energy into self-repair and cloaking systems. Some of the self-repair energy washes over onto the Rok, but isn't stopped; it is a symbol of good-will between the Necrons and Orks.

Diplomacy:

- Offer made to the Orks in Personal Section.

Message to Sorrow:

"Cease action against the Krork. If this works, then we will have a powerful ally. Don't worry, I haven't lost my senses. We both know how it will end."

Note: Current forces stand at:

- Lord Shadow
- 500 Warriors
- 50 Pariahs
- 90 Immortals
- 60 Destroyers
- 16 Monoliths
 

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Day 15

Tarvit

Olimpar stared at the red planet below, wondering just how many men would die this day doing the Emperor’s holy work. He would see that every last taint be removed from existence, and this system scrubbed so clean the Emperor would be proud. He sighed, moving back over to the tactical display in the center of the command room, making his final decisions. He then turned to address the assembled officers there.

“Gentlemen, I have received word that there will be no help for us at the present moment. The Squats have refused our request, the Guard is besieged, and our fellows Astarte’s are trapped in a battle with the dark and sinister Necron. I stand before you to ask what your opinions are, what should be our next move?”

With that Olimpar let his officer’s debate while he formulated his next move.

So what now, you’ve got no back-up coming, will you engage the Chaos or not??

Forces in Space:

1000 Infantry
20 Vehicles
100 Workers

Space Force: 100% ( Cloaked )


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Kalawaki

Syst saw the psychic images roll through his head as his warrior deployed down to the planets surface in massive droves. They touched down in a canyon away from all the fighting, concealing them from both the fleshy creatures and TyrantLord’s own forces. This would give them the element of surprise.

Syst kept watch, waiting for the moment to strike.

So what’s next?

Forces in Space:

None

Forces on Ground:

Yuli Prime:

1000 Warriors
20 Vehicles
100 Ripper Swarm

Space Force: 100%


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Silbern (You need to post man, or your character dies next turn)

Verriah fought tooth and nail with everything he had, but it seemed that he wouldn’t survive. He fought the Hive Lord with all his might, but he creature rolled and crush him beneath it’s massive weight. Confused, Verriah looked up at a massive hoof as it came down towards him.

So what’s next, if you post??

Forces in Space:

100 Earth Caste Workers

Forces on Ground:

Yuli Prime:

59 Infantry
1 Vehicle

Space Force: 0%

Casualties:

432 Infantry
18 Vehicles

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BlackApostleVilhelm

Greetings Lord Varian, my Lord Vorax awaits for you in his tactical briefing room; follow me.” The Marine smartly turned on his heel and proceeded down the walkway to a room far down in the center of the ship. After about an hour of walking they came to the room, Lord Vorax already seated. He was taller than Varian, much broader shoulders that hide a massive physic below. Vorax stood up and proceeded to start the briefing.

(Read Bane_of_Kings section for the beginning of the briefing)

As Vorax turned to him, Varian rose and proceeded to speak………….

So what will you say??

Forces in Space:

589 Infantry
17 Vehicles
100 Workers

Space Force: 52%

Strike Cruiser “Obsidian” is moderately damaged


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Samu3 (You need to post man, or your character dies next turn)

Your men all fall back to the base, and site tight while the two titans fight each other for supremacy. They stay in cover as the two massive titans do battle.

Forces in Space:

None

Force on Ground:

Yuli- 459:

547 Guard Infantry (First- Third Platoons)
13 Vehicles
21 Rough Riders
Heavy Mortar Platoon
1 Titan

Space Forces: 87%

Casualties:

100 Infantry

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Bane_of_Kings

Vorax sat at the end of the round table, if you could call it that, and looked the Black Dragon’s commander up and down. Large fellow, good armor, lots of service studs; he was an exceptional commander. It was a pity he had run into such bad luck, Vorax would see to it that that was fixed.

“I welcome you brother, but we must get down to business as I still have men on the planet’s surface. See this,” he said as he stood up and activated a holo-screen. As massive picture of the battle field appeared, revealing two very large shapes; each easily the a Titan. “These photos were taken by a scout drone less than 2 hours ago, and it shows these two massive figures doing battle.” He emphasized by whacking the screen,” However, I see this as an opportunity. We may be able to either conduct a tactical retreat, or split these two forces and destroy them in the middle. What are your thoughts,” Vorax said as he leaned back into his chair and waited for an answer.

So what’s next??

Forces in Space:

400 White Scars
104 Marines (4th(moderate losses), 9th Company’s(moderate losses))
3rd Company(107)
9 Vehicles

Forces on Ground:

Yuli- 450

114 Marines (2nd Company)
20 Scouts
3 Vehicles
100 Settlers

Space Force: 92%

5 Strike Cruisers, 1 Battle barge under Vorax command is on the edge of the system


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Warsmith7752

Whitetoof could not believe what he had just heard, the skeleton had just spoken to him in his own language and was offering an alliance. This was very un-Orky thing for any Ork, as the main philosophy was that if its not green; Kill It!!!

Whitetoof stood there for a minute, thinking about how he was going to answer. All around him the battle raged, and Orks and Necron alike died in the melee that was happening. His Orks were slowly gaining the upper hand, close combat being their specialty. After a few minutes he had his answer……………..

So what will you say, what’s your decision??

(Message from random Ork Warlord: My name be KumpinStuff, and my boys and I wants ta join all da fight’in you’s got yourself in. I’m a com’in with ma boys, and we’ gonna join ya’ll, har, har, har!!)

Forces in Space:

798 Infantry
20 Vehicles
100 Slaves

Space Force: 89%(Rok “Dastructar” moderate damaged to hull)

Casualties:

59 Infantry

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G0arr

TyrantLord watched as his little warriors swarmed by his feet and pressed in for the kill. The blue fleshies were dying in droves, there commander obviously not caring what happened to them on the battlefield. All the dead or dying lay crying or screeching, soon to become biomass for his ever growing war machine.

Suddenly he felt a massive pang of pain and he turned to see his Swarm Lord crumple over and die in an instant. Narrowing his senses, he smelted a different foe, one that was much stronger than his other fellow blue fleshies around him. Locating the sources, TyrantLord saw it was a fast moving fleshy with a massive flaming sword which he cut left and right, killing his warriors. TyrantLord screeched and lurched forward, charging at the creature and bringing it’s massive claw down onto the ground; crushing all beneath it. To his surprise, the creature had already rolled out of the way and was climbing up TyrantLords back, heading for his head.

TyrantLord roared and flipped his massive body onto the ground, crushing the creature below him. He stood up and raised his foot ready to crush it into dust.

So what’s next, you may do one mortal wound??

Forces in Space:

None

Forces on Ground:

Magnar:

500 Warriors
2 Carnifex
1 Swarm Lord

Yuli Prime:

787 Warriors
4 Vehicles (Warriors)

Space Force: 62%

Casualties:

137 Infantry
1 Warrior
1 Swarm Lord


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Farseer Ulthris (You need to post next time or your forces will be killed off)

Your men forma defensive perimeter and await further orders as they watch the Tau get slaughtered by the Tyrnanid.

Forces in Space:

100 Warriors
10 Vehicles

Forces on Ground:

Yuli- 450

100 Bonesingers

Yuli Prime:

98 Warrior

Space Forces: 80%

Casualties:

242 Infantry


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Serpion5

Sorrow moved into his new ship, aware that if he teleported ot the Cairn, the Outsider might intervene. Regardless of what he thought, Sorrow realized that this mission must be extremely important if the Outsider was sending him away in a time of dire need. With troops being destroyed and the Orb of Creation unable to keep up; it seemed that they would eventually be destroyed.

“All the more for me to conquer,” he thought inside to himself. He felt the Ripple-class warship rise slowly from the planets surface and engage stealth. It then warped across the system, taking most of the day to arrive at the planet below. Initial scans revealed a fortress under the human’s command, but Sorrow detected a faint tremor in the sensors, and had the Navigator run a double scan. Suddenly a entire Eldar base appeared on the map, open for all of the world to see. “Delicious,” he thought, realizing that he might be able to crush the Eldar base and accomplish his mission.

So what now, will you go strait to the mission, or will you attempt to take the Eldar base??


Forces in Tomb World:

0

Forces in Space:

332 Infantry
4 Monoliths


Space Force: 100%


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Anfo

Isamyr stood on the deck of his command ship, “Khorne’s Wrath,” so doubly named after his recent conversion. It seemed that his daemon had returned to its master, and that he had gotten something far more interesting; a creature of much greater strength. That, combined with all the resources he had now, would lead him to become the master of this system. He was almost in ecstasy over the idea.

He was forced out, however, by his aid who bowed before him. “Lord, most of the men have been transferred to the ships, the moon base has been complete and the construction of a new star ship is even now underway. We seem to have the favor of the Gods great one.” Isamyr would have smiled if he could, but thousands of years of war would not allow such an emotion to show across his face; for he was pleased.

“There is one small thing though Lord,” the aid said,” one of our scanners picked up a blip, on the far side of the planet. It was faint, and disappeared after a few seconds, but I thought it would be best to notify you.” Isamyr grunted, knowing full well not to ignore these signs.

“Have a team check it out before we embark,” he said, and sat back in his command throne, thinking of his next move.

So what’s next??

Forces in Space:

1679 Infantry
21 Vehicles
30 Bikers

Forces on the Ground:

Galbatorious:

300 Slaves

Space Force: 150%(4 new ships)

Casualties:

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Lord Rambo (You need to post man)

Alconol lay down in the dirt, the force of the Star Gods blow had taken a much far worse effect than he had predicted. The force had paralyzed him, his body not responding to his commands, and even his breathing cam hard and steady. He tried to get up again, but failed, and instead resigned himself to lie down and wait for the effects to wear off.



Forces in Space:

None

Forces on the Ground:

Yuli- 450:

75 Bonesingers
25 Warp spiders
45 Dire Avengers
5 Jetbikes
10 Shinning Spears
1 Fire Prisms

Yuli-459:

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

Space Force: 72%(On far side of planet)

Casualties:

80 Infantry
1 Vehicle


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Farseer Darvaleth

Shadow had made a bold move, and it might not pay off as he looked around at the battle around. The few remaining forces he had were fighting to the death, but even their Necromantic powers could keep them from the pure raw force that was a Krok. They were the masters of close combat and they were showing it. If this Krok didn’t answer soon, then he might loose the upper hand, and his advantage would be blown. Shadow was in no mood to face the Outsider……again!

Shadow stood there in the midst of the melee, staring the Krok Warlord down, waiting for answer.

So what’s your next move?

Forces in Space:

100 Scarabs

Forces On Ground:

Yuli-459:

198 Infantry
8 Monoliths

Casualties:

134
6 Monoliths
 

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Hargir stood on the deck of his supercarrier, thinking bout the proposals all the other races had sent him. Out of all of them, he saw that the Krok had engaged the Necrons, and old foe from his past. Yet the forces of Chaos seemed entwined near Galbatorious; so which one.

Hargir, finally choose the Krok, figuring a swift victory would then allow him to make a new ally and move against Chaos. He would deal with the humans later; and so he returned to his command throne. Using it's controls, he had his forces deploy in space boats and boarding torpedoes, and launch into the heart of the Necron ship, aiming for area's where the Krok had already penetrated.

He also activated the ancient weapon aboard his battleship, which was on the other side of the planet, waiting for the chance to strike.

Forces in Space:

800 Infantry
19 Vehicles

Forces in Cairn Ship:

200 Infantry
2 Vehicles
 
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