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Post by IncubiLord on Nov 4, 2007 5:02:22 GMT -5
As the Black Ship nears Centarius, fighting on the surface remains heated. Chaos forces have been spilling from the north into other regions, content to use the icy wasteland and the mines near it as a secure position from which to attack others. Necron forces seem to have been temporarily slowed by dissent within their ranks, whilst Orks appear to have been spreading like a plague. All the while, Tau forces are working to keep control of their world and Imperial forces to at least minimize the damage here. With the Black Ship headed towards Centarius, rumor has it that the two forces have even been secretly discussing a bargain of sorts... Aetna Seizing upon the vulnerability of Aetna from last week’s attacks, Ork and Chaos forces have moved to take the islands of the east from Tau hands. Whilst the Orks did not fare too well against the Imperial forces that arrived, they did establish a foothold - and there are now greenskins to be found throughout some of the islands. Meanwhile, Chaos forces from the north tracked down a Slaaneshi cult which had thus far gone unnoticed… Ionia Guerrilla tactics can have unpredictable results, and this week the disorganized bands of Tau defenders on Ionia were unable to claim more ground than they lost to Imperial forces. Whilst some troops have shifted positions, the balance of power here is unchanged. Genesis As Necron forces seem to have begun purging their own kind, battling between those on the planet and those who have arrived in recent days, Chaos forces have been consolidating their positions on Genesis. A small Imperial outpost that was recently established on the island proved too vulnerable, and is now in the hands of Chaos. Mycenea Inquisitorial purgings have led to redoubled Imperial efforts on this continent. While other races sought to consolidate their positions, Imperial solders fought to reclaim territory, inspired as much by fear of drawing the eye of an Inquisitor as by the actual cause their fighting supports. Polar North As they continue to reign unopposed, the Chaos forces which lurk upon the northern ice-cap continue to spread their influence. Small villages in the area have simply ceased communications with other continents, and some of the settlements nearest the mines appear to be being built up into watchtowers of sorts. With their forces so secure, the Iron Warriors will surely be a thorn in the side of Centarius for a long time to come. Polar South
[/b] Astartes forces have landed in the polar south, only to discover that they were beaten to the site by Orks. After a brief engagement, the Orks were driven from the Imperial landing zone and the position has been secured. What the Orks have been doing on the southern ice cap remains to be seen…
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Post by easye on Nov 4, 2007 8:13:31 GMT -5
Tau, Inquisition and Imperial Forces Report- Mycenea
The staccato of gunfire cut through the streets like a knife ripping paper. It was punctuated by the shouts of men, and the roar of orks. Everywhere the debris of battle littered the streets of Burgundia. A discarded canteen, a busted choppa, an energy cell, a ration bar; and of course the bodies of the dead.
Lady Jasper and her accompanying squad of stormtroopers slid in an out of the long shadows. Dusk was approaching, and they hoper to be at their destination before night fell fully. They flitted from the blocky pock marked ruin to the curved facade of an intact building. It was obvious that it had been designed to mirror the tastes of Tau designers. Small city dwelling scavenger birds screeched from the unreachable parts of the structure. Lady Jasper sneered and the folly as she passed.
Her sergeant motioned everyone down. The group disappeared into the shadows and alleyways. Lady Jasper ducked down behind a fallen statuary of some native beast. She pulled her bolt pistol close to her chest and released the safety. She saw one of her squad try to make himself as small as possible behind the remnants of a cart.
She felt the rumbling ork engine deep in her chest more than she heard it. Unconsciously she willed herself lower. The barbaric creatures were an affront to humanities divine right to rule. She wished nothing more than to eliminate them from the Emperor’s divine galaxy, but for now she would be forced to cower away from them.
An ork buggy followed far to closely by an ork truck careened around a corner and raced down the battle damaged street. The orks inside the vehicle whooped and howled with an unnatural glee. They fired their weapons wildly into the buildings around them as they passed. The roaring ork engines rattling Lady Jasper’s bones.
Once they passed, she let out a long breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her little squad shook out to their feet, and moved on. The Lady realized that they had quickened their pace.
As the last light faded behind the mangled towers of Burgundia, her sergeant pointed out the collapsed remains of a piece of Tau propaganda. A human worker stood smiling a pearly white smile. The caption read something about the Greater Good, but the rest of the sign had been scorched away.
The group scuttled across the roadway, and slipped behind the billboard. Beneath it was an open grating, and they slipped down it into the ruined cellar of a former hab-block. Bent and stressed pipes leaked water, and it dripped remorselessly to the floor. The squad switched on their shoulder lights, and proceeded deeper into the building.
As they approached an emergency stairwell, they were greeted by several metallic clicks. The squad halted, and the sergeant clicked back the agreed upon signal. There was a pause before a lone metal chirp responded.
The stormtrooper sergeant nodded to Lady Jasper. As they had agreed earlier, her bodyguards would await her here. As a sign of good faith, she would be allowed to keep her personal weapons.
Lady jasper moved forward and down the stairwell with a confident stride. It was well reinforced with plas-steel arches. At the bottom she stepped through an oval bulkhead that looked like it was designed to withstand nothing short of an orbital lance strike. Inside, the room was lit by the dim green glow of combat lighting. The secret bunker was roomy enough on the inside, but it lacked any type of amenities. That would suite her just fine.
“Greetings, Lady,” a short bald silhouette cooed in high gothic with a local accent. The alien creature bowed his head respectfully. His features hidden in a flowing robe, that took on a green hue in the light.
Lady Jasper returned the bowed, and suppressed the urge to vomit. Her body yearned for her to draw her pistol and cleanse this planet of the xeno scum that infected it. Her mind restrained her. She knew there were things more terrible then simple xenos.
“And to you A’un.” She responded coolly.
The alien chuckled in a strangely human way, “You give me too high of praise. I am a simple envoy of the water caste. Call me Ro. I am authorized to entreaty with you.”
“My apologies Ro,” she bit back the venom of her words, “are you aware of the Imperial ship approaching Centarius as we speak?”
The creature nodded, “Of course. Why should a ship from your own fleet be of such interest to you?”
“To us Ro. In its holds are things best left unguarded. If released on the surface of Centarius this place will be damned.”
The creature let out its own laugh human like chuckle again, “You humans and your hyperbole.”
Lady jasper felt her blood rise. She hissed, “This is no exaggeration xeno. This ships cargo is truly the lost and the damned. If you think the Iron Warriors to the North are ferocious, they are but nothing compared to what the cargo of this ship can unleash.”
“Assuming this is true, why don’t you simply call the ship off?”
Lady Jasper looked away for the briefest moment, “Because, the ship needs to land here to re-supply. It needs the spaceport in Burgundia.”
Ro nodded intently, “So that is why you have come. The Orks are running rampant through the streets and the spaceport is in danger. Your own forces have proven insufficient to hold them at bay. You need our help.”
“And you need ours. I know you intend to evacuate your people. Without the spaceport, this is nearly impossible. I simply suggest an arrangement of convenience,” Lady Jasper smiled bitterly. In all her years battling heretics, and xeno cults she never thought she would be the one bartering with the unclean; to go to them and beg for alliance.
Ro cupped his chin in another unnervingly human gesture, “I will take this to my superiors. You can expect a communication over clear lines by nightfall on the morrow. I see the benefit of your words. Now go back to your sanctuary. May your Emperor protect you.” The bulkhead slid open to provide an exit.
Lady Jasper’s patience had worn thin at the haughtiness of this… creature, “When this is over, pray that I do not find you alive Ro.” With that, Lady Jasper stepped from the bunker.
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Post by easye on Nov 4, 2007 8:14:11 GMT -5
Chaos Report
His warriors finished placing the last of the shimmering platters down. On them was a cooked version of everything living thing they had come across. Their skins were seared and darkened from the flame, their limbs shriveled, and their vacant eyes watching his every move. The aroma was exquisite, burned flesh mixed with the finest perfumes and spices. It was all accompanied by poured glasses of reddish mixed beverages poured gingerly into the most delicate of crystal.
With one of his tentacles Lord Epicurus reached forward and plucked an eye-ball from a large reptile’s grinning face. It squished satisfyingly in his mouth, and a fine juice spurted from his lips. At his unspoken command, his warriors began to partake of the feast. They murmured approval amongst themselves.
All around them, human cultists danced and twirled with a myriad rainbow of colors and cloth. After each feast, more and more of the weak fleshy creatures were drawn to his camp. Across the countryside they could hear the music, smell the aromas, and see the dancing lights. It drew them like moths to an open flame.
And sometimes, they would get burned. One of the dancers fell on the floor, twitching with exhaustion; over come by ecstasy. His fellow dancers simply carried on, and it was only a short time before the fallen creature had been ground into a fine paste beneath the feet of his own comrades. Lord Epicurus looked on unmoved by anything around him.
The Oracle hung suspended above the scene. She waited patiently for his master’s call. She knew that the Iron Warriors were all ready moving against him, but she said nothing. Lord Epicurus had failed to persecute his search for the Bane of the Ancients sufficiently. Instead, he wasted his time holding feasts, hunting beasts, and distilling finer and finer elixirs. He was unworthy of her.
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Post by easye on Nov 4, 2007 8:14:56 GMT -5
Inquisition Report
Tech Priest Mikhailas pointed a metallic finger through the brush. The sun caught the point and ringed it with a dazzling shine.
“There,” the red robed priest hissed through his re-breather.
Lord Thoth and his band had pinpointed the signal from an ancient crash site. He guessed it dated back many hundreds of years. Much of the remains were buried in layers of mud, ash, and lava rock; but the great ribs of the ship could still be seen. The trees of the jungles had grown tall around it, and shaded the wreckage from the sky.
The Inquisitor Lord did not wonder why the remains had never been found. It was obvious. The Imperium visited this world so infrequently that no on had noticed the weak distress signal before. The Tau had never bothered to search it out, and if they did the jungles made the wreckage nearly impossible to find without a tight search.
Mikhailas had been ecstatic, and the Inquisitor had a difficult time keeping the man from running off in a tech induced glory. Thoth himself had been upset at the set back. It seemed as if this discovery would bring him no closer to locating the one he sought. Still, it behooved him to give the thing a cursory examination.
His gaze followed the gesture of the red robed priest. There, in the brush was an access hatch to the interior of the craft.
“The signal is eminating from a source within the craft,” The Tech-priest whispered. “I can only guess at what power source has kept it running.”
Thoth shrugged and motioned for this storm troopers to investigate. The team executed his orders with their usual precision, and within moments they had entered the ship. Thoth waited.
He looked up into the sky of Centarius. According to his estimates, the Black Ship would be approaching now, full of its human chattel. He did not know if it would find a warm welcome here or not. It was only a concern to him if the psykers began to escape onto the surface. It would only complicate his search.
After several minutes his comm.-link cracked to life, “Lord Inquisitor, you better come see this.” The voice of his sergeant echoed in his ear.
Thoth moved into the ship. He walked down a corridor that was slanted at a 25 degree incline, and further into the belly of the ship. Surprisingly, the interior was clear of vegetation and mold. He realized that someone, or something had been keeping it that way. He followed a trail of glowsticks left by his men to illuminate the way. At the end of the hall, two troopers stood guard outside an ancient bulkhead.
He saluted and passed through it into a vast chamber. It hummed with power, and the entire area was lit by powerful portable lamps. They were beyond the technology of the regional natives. The sergeant of his men waited in front of a large machine, one that the Inquisitor immediately recognized as a publishing press. As he approached, the trooper gestured the type set still in the machine, fresh ink dripping from the symbols. It was difficult to read as it was in a vulgate form of Gothic.
Thoth stiffened. The situation on Centarius was far more complicated than he had initially realized. This planet was accursed. It seemed to radiate heresy.
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Post by easye on Nov 4, 2007 8:15:55 GMT -5
Necron Report
He swept the crater with his one good eye. It was like many he had seen in his long years battling the xeno. In point of fact, it wasn’t even the largest crater he had seen. It was one of the most curious craters.
Inquisitor Zanatos stooped down low and scanned the soil. It was saturated with that peculiar energy that was a signature of Necron activity. As he suspected, the Monoliths on Genesis were Necron in origin. Why one of these ancient creation would suddenly explode… that was the question. In his investigations he had never known of a Necron building exploding.
He had heard strange reports from this sector of space about unusual Necron activity. He hadn’t had a chance to investigate it further at the time, but he seemed to recall dispatches from Tiorl 7 about Necrons battling other Necrons. He furrowed his brow.
The inquisitor rose to his feet and surveyed the area again. On the horizon, another pyramid pointed up from the horizon. On this vast wind swept continent, it was difficult to judge size or distance. It could have been a few miles away, or one hundred. Either way, he half expected it to disappear in a green ball as well.
From his orbital scans, this land mass was dotted with such structures. If one could spontaneously explode, perhaps they all might. What did it matter to him? It was one less enemy to face here on Centarius.
The question still nagged him, “Why?” The answer held tantalizing possibilities.
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Post by witchking92 on Nov 4, 2007 12:43:45 GMT -5
Ork Report
Dis is da big boss Warboss Dakkaslag! An' I is 'ear to tell 'yoo gitz one fing! Dat da Orks is da best!
Dis week, we took ova' da space powt and krushed all da 'oomie gitz inside. Dere still is a lot of dem Fish 'Eads an' oomies an' such in da city 'dough, so we is gotta work on clearin' dem out. So dem 'oomie packed 'up an' ran when we came into 'dere Space Powt. Dey ran ova' da big blwoo ting an' to deeze "islands".
So, I sent mah' buddie Grimbad ova' wif a tellypowta to krump dem weedy gitz. But dey was ready fo' us an' Grimbad 'ad to escape in' da tellypowta.
Dat is okay dou, cause 'e did sum good damag' to dere gubbinz. Plus, since dey ran to dem islands dat were I fink dat git Venewis' is 'idin. So next time, Venewis, we is gonna send ouw 'ole fowace to krump you! Dis time we is gonna kill you gitz, like we killed yoose gitz in dat Space Powt! Now dat we 'ave da Space Powt, you an' yoose weedy gitz can't escape! WAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!!
Dakkaslag Ouwt!!!!
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