Space Marine Reports: Week 7

[IncubiLord]

The narrative portion of all Space Marine battle reports should be posted here until next week's thread is set up.

Remember that this is a narrative campaign and we are looking for a story that advances the plot, not a blow-by-blow accounting of the game.

[alex]

Techmarine Turiel stood inside the ruined adeptuns mechanicus vessel. TPRDCV 142 had had the life ripped out of it; the warp drive and plasma reactors were missing. Turiel was angry. He was also worried. ALL of the vessels they had been through in their arduous trek had been missing their warp drives and plasma cores. Turiel surmised that all of the vessels on this hulk, not just the ones in the glasswood heights local, would be in a similar state. Would it be possible to produce one massive warp drive for the hulk? Was this hulk warp travel capable? Not a pleasant thought.

Turiel had accompanied the space marines into the maze of tunnels created by the abandoned and derelict vessels buried in the hulk. They had fought their way through a chaos vessel, purging the horrors of the warp with holy fire. They also fought their way through small groups of genestealers and hormagaunts which laired within. Many marines had died.

It had been worth it. Deep within the bellows of the desecrated ship had been a computer bank. Upon coaxing with the proper litanies and offerings its spirit had been coaxed back to life. Many secrets of the adeptus mechanics which had been lost to time were secreted within. Now to get the retreived data out.

The bombardment made excavation impossible. The ork bombardments were getting worse. Turiel surmised that the hulk would either enter the warp soon, or be destroyed. A shame. Turiel would have liked to spend more time within. He was sure many secrets remained. Turiel felt another tremor from massive ork shells. Time to go.

The trip back would be easier.

[alex]

++One week ago++

Shadow had arrived with the marines. In fact she was the exact copy of a marine. When the battle began she broke away from the Blood Dragons and made her way to the Eldar line. She morphed into a sleek, back shape.

Her moniker for this mission was Shadow. Not very original, but she supposed it fit. Shadow moved with silent grace behind the eldar lines. She stopped momentarily to watch the eldar farseer in action. A graceful figure, that one. Too bad she was strictly forbidden from assassinating her. Now would have been an opportune time.

Still she had an important mission to begin. She crept up behind one of the pathfinders. They were busy firing their sniper rifles at the approaching necrons. With deadly grace Shadow effortlessly sliped her c’tan blade through the back of the pathfinders armored head. He slumped forward without a sound. Quickly as she could she doned the pathfinders camolean cloak and picked up his sniper rifle. She fired off a couple of shots so that the other pathfinders wouldn’t notice their comrade missing. When the last shot left the rifle, a perfect copy of the pathfinder continued to kill necrons.

++Later in the week++

Shadow the pathfinder stood beside her “captain” Reghild. Shadow had made sure she would be one of the pathfinders to enter the crystalline ship. It was hard to hold back her overwhelming martial talent, but she couldn’t let the Eldar know she was something other than a meek eldar.

The fight in the control room had been quick and bloody. Just the way Shadow liked them. Now to figure out what was going on and send word back to her masters.

"Notify Vialia immediately. Give her a map of our route and request that they get reinforcements in here as soon as possible."

“Yes commander” was all Shadow said, in a perfect Eldar dialect.

She hoped she wouldn’t have to kill Reghild. Shadow liked the cruel way he killed.

++Later++

Captain Tevon knew his duty. Time to get into the crytal ship. The Blood Dragons were willing to let the ship rest in Craftworlder hands, even willing to help them retrieve it, but leaving the ship in Dark Eldar hands so they could raid imperial planets was completely unacceptable. The Alaitoc Eldar had proven themselves to be fickle. That they would ally themselves with the debased kindred of theirs showed their complete lack of ethics. So much for Eldar moral superiority.

Regardless, his orders were to not attack the Alaitoc forces unless they attacked him, but to attack the Dark Eldar. He gathered up his company and set forth.

++Later that Day (One way)++
The Dark Eldar had chosen to leave the tunnels and take to their raiders. Tevon figured they thought they stood little chance against marines in close tunnel fighting. Now five raiders and one ravager lay smoking wrecks. Most of the dark eldar lay scattered on the field; the few remnants that survived managed to escape on the last damaged raider.

It had come with a price. A third of Tevon’s forces were destroyed. Tevon hoped it had been worth it.

The Dark Eldar suffered two crushing defeats; once by Alaitoc forces, and now by the Blood Dragons. What pathetic resistance still remained in the tunnels would be swept away.

Time to set the charges. One way or another this ship was not going to leave the hulk.

++Inside the crystal ship control room (Another way)++

Blood was splattered everywhere. Unmoving shapes littered the floor. A severed arm dangled from one of the console chairs, dripping RED eldar blood.

Shadow walked over and sealed the control room doors.

Shadow felt the explosions within the ship. Tevon must have defeated the main Dark Eldar force, and was going about his work. She wondered if he enjoyed what he did as much as she enjoyed what she did.

Haywire grenades? Meltabombs? How was a girl going to chose? Shadow moved over to the main control panel humming a sweet little tune.

She did enjoy her work too much.