Warhammer 40,000 RP Thread

Dmitri's reinforcements were yet to come, but another Imperial company seemed to have landed. He smiled, and let loose a stream of plasma into the incoming necrons. The other Stormtroopers and kasrkins followed suit, emitting a bright white ray into the air, almost blinding, and the temperature soon rose. after about 5 minutes of fighting, a familiar sound rang from the air. "Hit the deck! friendly artillery!!" Dmitri screamed. Indeed, loud, whistling basilisk shells approached the area. Basilisks were a sign of fear even for death itself. They were the most powerful artillery known to man-even more so than the whirlwind artillery tank. The shells rained down onto the ground, obliterating the necron warriors, even the ones that were still reassembling. The cost, however, was Dmitri and Rosiel loosing some of their elite troops. Dmitri grinned widely, and continued, drawing his power-sword out, to slice the flayed ones to pieces.

The Ancient foe had already presence upon the planet's surface, L'Koii saw that his melodramatic pause was uncalled-for...
"Port Batteries, Open fire!" his metal voice rang, his underlings repeated his message along the line "Port Batteries!"
The towering turrets along the frontal spine of the titanic vessel whirred and assumed an aim upon the cresented ships of the Necrontyr, their immensely-devastating laser-lances announced a slicing demise whist the twelve grand cannons along the Defensor's Port quarter howled silently into space their cries of destruction.

the shape of the Defensor flickered and glowed as the sheild generators went to work, cloaking the vunerable cannons from harm behind the solid wall of energy.

L'koii realize that his teams were not acting as fast as they would normally due to the presence of the Necrontyr; the ships of the Adeptus Astartes marked in the ancient drab of Sanguinious, the Blood Angel Patriarch. Their troops were already planetside.

From afar, the immense battle tha now raged was visible only as a repeated flash as bright as a solar flare, the Necrons held no delay and fired seemingly instantaneously in unison of the Inquisitorial attack. Amidst the resulting maelstrom, the Fidei Defensor had launched it's initial ground foces.

Astares-pattern drop-pods hit the ground hard, they numbered about twenty in all, each carrying eight sisters of the Twilight Rose. they're objective was to clear a working landing site for the Lord Inquisitor, and due to his high demands they needed a large area to secure...

They were now about two hundred kilometers from the Blood Angels and the Imperial guard, they needed to contact them to fortify an LZ and it needed no explination that without transportation it was quite the trek!

The Flayed ones fall under the slow initial response of their foes. They found their dark pleasures. Unfortunately, not always was it a final ending, as some of the Kasrkin found. Their hellguns were potent, but sometimes not potent enough, as downed Flayed Ones rose again, knife-like claws twitching as they moved towards the enemy with speed abnormal to most of the Necrontyr. They were killing machines, and sometimes it took more than one shot to put one down. Plasma gouts laid down some, but even those weren't enough at times to stop them as they rose again, parts of them scoured from thier former size. Only the Brother-Captain could finalize their deaths, stunning their systems, otherwise they showed unnerving resilience. Once enough casualties were dealt, however, they suddenly vanished, into thin air.

In Space, things fared modestly well. Lances were powerful weapons, but they were young by comparison to the weapons wielded by the Necrontyr and their older enemies. Even the most grievous damage dealt to them betiems seemed to melt away, as if nothing had happened. A squadron of Dirges surged forward, their powerful Intertialess drives lending them even more speed, as they closed. At first, they unleashed massive arcs of lightning, the eerie green arcs flowing from the curved shapes of the ships like atmospheric discharges. As they closed, the Dirges showed they were even more frightening. The three of them powered up their portal systems, propelling warriors across the void into the enemy ship, engaging in a rough boarding action. Mercy was a concept lost to the ages for the Necrontyr, as was compassion. They did not need to breathe, and so they were not solely going to target the flesh-beings, targetting outer hull as well, aiming to cause breaches and make the fight simpler.

Dmitri watched in anger as the necrontyr attacked the inquisitorial dropship. the whole harvester fleet was sent to reap souls on the planet. "Fire control. this is an emergency. i know i do not have clearance to order this, but-launch hellfire missiles at coordinates x-257, y-25, sector N of planet Ceris, Target is 3 Dirge Class Necron fleet-ships, Initiate extreme high-ordnance class missiles." Dmitri motioned his troops to lay down arms, as the flayed ones dissappeared.

Dmitri smiled. Hellfire missiles weren't the imperium's most powerful weapon. He had heard of a great machine hidden in Ceris-The Cerian Titan, among the first and most powerful titans created by the Aedeptus Mechanicus, with cannons as large as a space marine thunderhawk, for each barrel. Its cannons, with the power of entire supernovas with each shot fired, could obliterate any force that tried to oppose. He would find this glorius weapon, and, the emperor willing, would get the Angels' and the inquisition's help in finding and resurrecting the titan.

Seeing his brothers cut down by the fool commander of the storm troopers made rosiel fume. Men who were immortal to the passing of time, who had waged war longer than the commander had lived dead in an instant. "Dmitri! i want the artillery officers head. His carelessness cost me three brothers today. Do you think he is worthy to kill a space marine? Do you think any of you are, if so," he activated his power fists" then your welcome to try, or give me this fool so he maybe executed for his incompitancy."
ooc cue commissar or inquisition

"Calm yourself, Brother-Captain. I only took this risk because your space marines can be resurrected as long as the gene-seed still exists. And besides, he exited his Basilisk and had died in the fight." He pointed to the decapitated artillery officer on the ground. "The hellfire operators are aiming to destroy the dirge class ships in the air. It may not destroy them, but with these high-tech space marine missiles, they will temporarily bring down some systems. Now, I have one request, and fulfilling it will more than pay for the loss of your brothers. There is...a titan. an Aedeptus Mechanicus Titan. All but the emperor pale under the might of it. The titan Cerberus-the Cerian titan. Help me capture this titan and bring the systems online. I Beg of you." He saluted him, and kneeled.

" a titan? what good is a titan with no crew? an instrument of destruction that powerful? do you think you can use a machine of destruction on that level when i can bearly keep five hundred astartes in check, keeping their eagerness to kill enemies in check. do you really think your superior to me boy? i'm twice your age and have lead men, no Space Marines into battle for decades while you were a babe at the breast." Rosiel didn't understand why he was so upset. was it the black rage or was it the influence of chaos? or the stress of leading so many of his brothers to future graves? He didn't know but if he didn't fight something soon poor Dmitri would have to be enough to take his aggression out on.

ooc the duel of words is fun or we could have ourcharacters arm wrestle.

Walking up to the Two leaders and bows at the Space Marine "Brother there is no need for insulting. But you are right none of us can actually use it but that doesnt mean we cant take it off of this planet and let the Techpriests check it out. Oh I forgot my manners Im Commissar Lidel and these other men are under my command we are here to take a city outside of Boril to establish a feild Command base." Looking away from the brother he humbles himself once more and regroups his squads and gets ready to head out.

"fine we'll help secure this city, but if these idiots cost anymore of my brothers their lives commissar, my bolter will put yours out of a job." he promised and preapared hi men to mobilize

Dmitri grinned. "I can call down techpriests to help bring the titan back online-but they only have the power to resurrect it, not operate it. I assure you, though, Brother-Captain and Comissar alike, that it is not I that will cause the death of your brothers and soldiers. if the emperor wills, we will win with very few casualties. but, however, the Chaos are well entrenched in Boril, and we have sighted the T'au Empire through a series of scout expeditions. The aliens, mutants, men, and heretics alike will clash on this planet, and the Holy Imperial City of Boril will be drenched with blood once again. Sure you are twice my age, but size and strength aren't the only things that matter to a man. I go by both intellect and instinct, you go completely by relative intellect. That is a space marine, in my eyes." He motioned his troops to the west, in the direction of Boril. He knew that both Imperial Guard and Space marine would fall in the coming battle. He did not mention the Dark Eldar, for he wanted to cleanse them himself. This was what he feared. A SECOND Dark Crusade.

Shan'tahk and his forces continued towards the city itself, oblivious to the humans' planning. They were as cold and implacable as death in their march towards their brothers.

The Hive Nod stretched his synaptic cord and implanted a worm into the helmet of the fallen Castellan Ardor. The body shook violently as the naked body floated in one of the spawning pools of one of the norm queens. It lay still for a moment, and then picked his head up. He looked around at his surroundings and then turned behind him to see an enormous worm like creature. Ardor pulled himself out of the pool and saw much of his body was missing parts: a thigh, his pelvis, upper torso-left clavicle, some flesh of his cranium, and an entire arm. However he felt no pain. He moved to one of the catalysts and was immediately enveloped by one. It took only a moment but when he was regurgitated, what was missing was replaced with glowing green emplants, and he was being pumped by a very cold fluid that was only visible through the tubes that connected each piece to the body.

Arise child the nonchalant metallic voice said in his mind. You have been revived, courtesy of the hive mind.

the damned stormtrooper insulted him again, well if he killed the fool he may have inquisitors might poke their crooked noses, fine he'll just find the traitors and let these fools die for their insolene. he turned to his command sergeant. "call for the thunder hawks, we have a score to settle with abaddon" he said.
"yes sir"

Dmitri grinned his insufferable grin again, as he watched the Brother-Captain storm away in anger. "Not to worry, Brother. I'm just as scared of this battle as you are. CP, calling for valkyrie transports, Heavy-armor, as subject to being shot down by enemy flak, please comply." "Order recieved. Initiating launch-" Dmitri sat and waited for the valkyries to land, and he took a can of spirits and drank it down, seeming like golden water to him after starving for so long. The troops all sat down to have a drink, and momentary peace was at hand, at last. it would be quite a few minutes before the transports land, though, and alot can happen in a few minutes.

ooc
where is everyone? bardiel and the other tau? the evil inquisitor? what the heck?

the thunder hawks landed and his men embarked. the valkire took to the skies, boldly as they thought they'd be accompanied by a company of space marines. Rosiel almost felt sorry for the guardsmen going into a battle that was stacked against them, thinking they had the emperor's finest to aide them in battle. The commanders insulted him thinking that because they fought for the same person. Marines are above the structure of the imperium, more like vassals than servants.
As he took off, his transports banked a hard turn and began searching for the black legion. So much for necrons, they were unsaticefying to kill, they were emotionless and didnt bleed. Triators bled. this was the fight he was here for anyways

They were making excellent progress, considering they were on foot.
one hundred and sixty sisters of the Adepta Sororitas kept at a jogging pace to find their wayward allies.

Thus far not one sighting of their quarry, blissfully comforting to the fact that the ancient harvesters had not been activated once again.
The planet was alive with both the stink of Chaos and yet the purity of the Imperium's soldiers existed here also, the Adeptus Astartes must be near. Their formation was wide yet hardly thin, their mechanized armor granting them a veritable fleet of foot at a militarialistic pace.

The blessed Sister-Captain raised a fist suddenly and gestured silently for her company to drop pace as they approached a ridge overlooking a battle between a dwindling number of Cultists and the standard constructions of the Necrontyr soldiers. The first logical thought was to move around and continue, but these were the hated foe; to leave them was neither sympathy nor mercy though inspired a call of heresy... Sister-Captain L'Xia called for full engagement from their easily defended high-ground and decend upon them...

Grenade and flame, bolt and blade...

his auspex showed a contingent of human troops, scaning the ground Rosiel saw a large group of battle sisters. Possibly with the inquisitor he saw on the way to planet fall. The inquisition would know where the traitors were. THen he saw them. Cultists bearing the eye of chaos, fighting more blasted necrons. Well traitors are traitors.
"Pilot, lets help our allies!" maybe they wouldnt insult his honor like the last group of idiots.
He jumped from the thunder hawk as it hovered low for a few seconds clearing a drop zone for his marines.
"Blood Angels, Charge!" he bellowed into the vox. The thirty marines with him activated their chain swords and fired their bolters from the hip.

The Rus-Gothic sister charged their foe with blood-curdling screams of the religious fervor inherrant in so many-a soldier born and raised under the Ecclesiarchy. L'Xia noted that the crimson-clad marines stormed from the opposing side, forming a perfect cross-fire that promised a swift victory.
As they collided with their foe, the Retributors high-calibur heavy bolters opened up on the Necrons; a blasting firey hell for the ancient reapers as all six guns were leveled on them to keep them from repairing and rejoining the fray.

The cultists were more of a meatshield, they tried and fought to the death, barely wounding even the most unlucky sister. The Marines fell upon the remaining troops with similar fervor, however blinded by their ancient lust for the blood of Chaos.
"Sahlhat Schutze! Necrontyr Amaskat!" L'Xia barked her orders in the gutteral language of the Rus-Gothic, her devout soldiers leaving the meatshields to the Marines in order to finish the fight with the Necrons.
The metallic skeleton-warriors numbered thirty in all, only two had already been completely destroyed by the heavy weapons.
As the last dregs of Chaos resistance fell, righteous fury fell upon the harvesters of souls in the guise of bolters, grenades, power and chainsword.

In the brief moment before they fell face to face, the monsters had regenerated after the Retributors fell silent, cutting down three faithful women of the Ecclesiarchy but not before it's might was witnessed.
L'Xia followed suit of her training, a bolter-charge before the arcing shape of her thunderhammer was let fly, obliterating the first Necron skull that it contacted, ensuring that it's lifeless form wouldn't try to get up again.
Their Monofilament knifes wouldn't fare well against the fleshless beings, however every Sitster not armed with a tearing blade spun their bolters around and beat the enemy into submission.

Sister Chaplain Asterrah weilded her Crozius Arcanum (I Think that's spelt wrong) in the form of a mace, having similar effect to that of L'Xia's Thunderhammer, her piety was unmatched, even to that of the Inquisitor himself, God-Emperor forbid. She was a fighter beyond reckoning with the scars to prove it, both emotionally and mentally.
With an ancient Plasma pistol, they dropped at her feet, not begging for mercy let alone capable of doing so.

Despite the bone-chilling reputation of the Necrontyr, thirty standard soldiers against near-one hundred and sixty Battle Sisters lasted mere moments until the area was sounded only by the distant clap of artillery of the Imperial Guard's advance and the hushed prayer for those loved and lost during the brief engagement.

L'Xia could still feel the glow from her sisters, thye had not been to war for some time and it obviously felt good once more to vanquish the Emperor's many foes. With a last utter of a prayer, turning to the crimson-clad angels, she walked over and saluted the Rus-Gothic way of her palm like a blade across her chest, far different as one would for the most common types of salute.

"Spasiba, Brother-Captain, our Auspex showed you were heading away from us, for your actions here, we are thankful..." her voice was low and husky for a woman, her accent rolled towards the back of her tongue.

"Our orders are to secure a large landing site for his eminance with your help, will you comply to the requests of the Inquisition?" she of course expected the Captain to comply, no one in their right mind refused requests from the Inquisition, not even the Adeptus Astartes.

"Well this inquisitor is in luck that he REQUESTED my aide, rather than assume i, a spacemarine captain of the blood angels, would fight his battles for him. Your exellent diplomacy has one you a company of the emperors finest sister. How would you have me help kill these traitors?"