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Post by IncubiLord on Nov 11, 2007 4:55:22 GMT -5
Fighting on Centurius is growing heated of late, with many forces pushing their way into others’ territory and even the arrival of the Tyranids. As the week progressed, it has become clear that the Imperial and Tau efforts are having a very difficult time, and their enemies are making the most of it. Even as they lose ground planet-side, the Imperial forces have managed to escort the Black Ship to the planet so that it might refuel, but this time upon the ground leaves it vulnerable to attack. The contents of its holds are a dangerous brew, and the trouble they could bring to Centarius would leave scars on the very souls of its people… Aetna Ork forces pressed their advantage this week, working their way further into the islands of Aetna. Other factions, either incapable of furthering their own invasion or still unable to react effectively to the madness which has descended upon the islands, have begun slowly losing ground to tide of green bodies. Even as this report is being written, more Orks gleefully throw themselves against the island’s defenders… Ionia Lost in the commotion, combatants stranded on Ionia have suffered a lack of leadership this last week. Without orders or a clear choice of strategy, most forces have simply dug in., hoping to remain where they are for when reinforcements do arrive. Genesis Chaos forces have been sighted moving amongst the wasteland tombs, engaging some Necrons in combat and ignoring others with no apparent reason for their activity to outside forces. Why the Necrons are sometimes an ally of the Chaos gods and other times a foe is a mystery which frustrates many strategists in the area. Meanwhile, most of the Necrons who arrived upon this world in recent weeks have remained elusive, thought to be deep within the tombs of the largest structure to be found on the continent. With echoes of an unseen battle reaching the surface, it has been assumed that they were fighting a hidden foe… Mycenea Chaos forces made great advances in the last few days on Mycenea, and their timing couldn’t be worse for the Imperium. At the critical moment when the Emperor’s warriors needed to secure the spaceport for a quick refueling of the Black Ship, they were forced to spread themselves thin, fighting off new Chaos forces as Orks harried them deep within Burgundia’s borders. Unable to secure the operation, Imperial forces are taking longer than desired to re-supply the Black Ship, which now sits vulnerable upon the landing pad of the planet’s only spaceport… Polar North As Chaos forces continue their work on other continents, an unexpected enemy struck at the heart of their operations. Encountered first in some of the outer mines and later when dropped by mycetic spore, the Tyranids have torn away at the Polar North with an animalistic fury befitting an intergalactic super-predator. As chaos forces hurried to gather their defenses, Astartes forces who had been moving into the area were swept aside and some of the Iron Warriors’ watch-stations were overrun. The human and Tau residents of Centarius aren’t sure which they fear more – the followers of the Ruinous Powers, or the world-eating monsters from the unknown. Polar South [/b] Rumor has it that Astartes forces in the Polar South are searching for Veneris, whose vessel crashed somewhere on Centarius within the last few months. They seem to be progressing slowly, however, and no word of a sighting has come thus far. It would seem that the Orks are being more trouble than initially expected.
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Post by easye on Nov 11, 2007 6:31:14 GMT -5
Chaos Report
Koriaro, sorcerer of Tzeentch, was interested. The workers had managed to uncover most of the temple that had lain dormant under the earth of Centarius for unknown aeons. As the sorcerer walked the twisted halls, his eyes lingered on the strange runic script. He felt, rather than saw their warnings; their cries of danger.
All of the winding corridors uncovered twisted, doubled back on themselves, climbed up, and then down again, but they all led to a central chamber. It was hexagonal in shape, and in the center was a massive grey pillar. Bound doors of a forged native material dwarfed the sorcerer, and again those runes of warning danced around the surfaces, glittering in the dim light of work lamps. The sorcerer ran his armored finger along the crack that sealed the massive gates.
“Open it,” he snapped to the foreman. Koriaro had told Captain Slavic where to find some Slaaneshi scum. The Warsmith wanted them. Even now, Koriaro could feel the whispers of the Oracle in his mind, offering itself to him. He let the whispers wind along the twisting path of his thoughts. There would be a time for that. Now, that Captain Slavic was away, there was a time for other paths.
The foreman stepped forward and urged his servitor workers forward with a crack of the whip. Koriaro admired the Iron Warriors handy work for a moment. The things had once been men, but now they were optimized for digging. Pneumatic hammers and pressure drills sprouted from their bodies like misshapen limbs. The tread forward in heavy legs supports that served to anchor them while they worked. Most interesting of all, their minds had been wiped clean of all things but their duty, and pain. Pain to speed their work.
Koriaro stepped back and watched for a moment as the servitors began their work. The whine of metal on stone screeched through the air, and reverberated off the sharp angles of the room’s walls. The light flickered and danced, causing the shadows to jump and shake.
“How long?”
The foreman didn’t look from his task. His trained eye quickly assessed the situation, “Five to six hours.”
The Sorcerer nodded. He had other paths to walk. He could be patient. *********************************************
The foreman leaned in close while the servitors looked on with their blank stares. It wouldn’t be long now, and these doors would give way to him. They would yield to his will, as all stone did. He stepped back and signaled for the servitors to continue. After a few more moments, they would be through.
A cracking sound rent the air, followed by the hiss of air pressure. The foreman noticed that the air in the room was being sucked into the pillar, instead of escaping out. He barely had time to register the phenomenon, when he was hurled to the ground by a concussive blast. His ears roared from the explosion of air. The room went black as the work lights were shattered or toppled.
The abysmal darkness smothered him. Frantically, he fumbled at his tool belt for his glow stick. The roaring in his ears subsided to a dull ring. He could have sworn he heard an inhuman and unnatural roar. As his hand closed around his glowstick, the foreman felt hot fetid breath on his face. With a sudden panic, a need to see; he snapped the glowstick on and swung it upwards. He was greeted by the glowing eyes of malice, a vision of teeth, a slavering jaw, and a rasping tongue.
The eyes… the eyes… *********************************************
The psychic scream tore through Koriaro’s mind like a spike of hot iron. The book he was studying toppled from his hands, and he dropped to one knee in pain. Involuntarily, his hands ripped his helmet off and tried to keep the blood from seeping out of his ears. Then, as quickly as it had come, it was gone.
The sorcerer slowly raised his head, and shuddered. A new enemy had been loosed.
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To their credit the Iron Warriors that had been stationed as perimeter guards reacted to the situation quickly and professionally. The squad’s sergeant staggered to his feet within moments of the unexpected blast. He looked around the absolute black that surrounded him and it did not phase him for a second.
“Squad Delta, switch to infra-red.” He commanded into his vox bead. Immediately, the red flame of life forms flared to life in his vision. He knew which were the servitors, and which was the foreman from their previous positions in the room. He also saw movement. A swarm of hunched, multi-armed creatures were scattering into the temple’s corridors. A servitor was toppled by one of the beasts slashing claws. Genestealers.
The Sergeant quickly assessed the situation, “Squad sweep fire from left to right. Disciplined bursts only.” The bolters of the Iron Warriors roared to life. Methodically they traversed the room, cleansing it with disciplined fire. Mass reactive shells connected with chitin with devastating results. A few of the beasts leapt towards the chaos marines, only to be cut to ribbons by their guns. However, for every one of the beasts they killed, another had managed to escape into the mine complex.
“Ceasefire,” all the bolters fell silent within an instant. The sergeant walked forward and kicked the corpse of a ‘stealer from the foreman’s body. The man groaned. He wasn’t dead after all.
The sergeant changed his helmet vox to a higher command frequency, “Inform Captain Slavic that we have a situation.”
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Post by easye on Nov 11, 2007 6:31:48 GMT -5
Tyranid Report
Captain Tregg cursed his luck. He had no idea what Admiral Rudolpho had been thinking, but he was confident that the inquisitor had to be involved. He swore to himself that if he ever found that man, he would strangle him; inquisitor or not. Of course, the captain was positive that he wasn’t coming back from this mission.
His sword class frigate had been drifting through space, completely powered down except for the barest of essential systems; for 5 days. Each moment slowly brought them closer to the great hive ships. In his powerless state, he hoped to slip past the hive fleets pickets, and get close to the big ships.
His orders from the Admiral had been simple. Engage the Hive Fleet with a single torpedo burst. The captain assumed they wanted to provoke the swarm to attack Centarius. He had heard that things were going poorly on the surface.
As a result of their insane orders, He and his ship strategos had sat down and calculated all the possible approach angles and attack vectors. All of them were ineffective and suicidal. Only this plan had any chance of success, but it was no less suicidal.
Once they drifted into range, they would have to fire a rapid succession of torpedoes. It would take the weapons 10 minutes to impact on the target. As soon as the torpedoes launched from their tubes, he would need to power up the ships system and turn about. This would take 10 minutes. Next, they would accelerate away from the Tyranid hive fleet. Another 10 minutes. He would then rendezvous with the rest of his Squadron. 30 minutes. It would take the Tyranid picket ships 10 minutes to reach them after he launched torpedoes. His ship wouldn’t even have time to come about. Suicide.
One of the bridge servitors droned out that long range for torpedoes had been met. Captain Tregg sat back in his command chair and felt the control fibers under his skin. The low pulse of the ships life support system was the only system he felt activated.
He clicked the vox in his command chair, “Magos Delthorne, is the engine room ready to power up?” A static filled reply assured the Captain they would be ready.
“Lt. Ramscle, is the new heading plotted and fed to the helm servitor?” The lieutenant looked at him palely and nodded.
“Lt. Brax, are the torpedoes ready?” The portly man was normally cheery faced, but not now. He nodded his assent.
“Excellent.” The Captain saluted the bridge crew, “It has been an honor serving with you. The Emperor protects.” The rest of the crew returned the salute, before turning back to their servitor choirs.
“All stations, prepare to execute on my mark.” The Captain let out a long, slow breath. A prayer to the Emperor passed through his mind, and a curse on all Inquisitors.
“5…4…3…”
Suddenly, Lt. Ramscle shouted, “Captain, their moving. Their moving towards Centarius!” *********************************************
A psychic scream reached from the prey world and reached out to the Queen. It howled through her mind. Her children instinctively jumped up and responded to it. Their synapses began firing with a hungry intensity. There would be no denying them this time. She could no longer wait for the Mind Song prey. Her children called to her.
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Post by easye on Nov 11, 2007 6:32:21 GMT -5
Tau Report
Message To: All Tau and PDF Commanders Message From: Commander Bright Eyes Priority: Urgent
It is with great dismay that I order all forces back to Burgundia. We must secure the Spaceport in order to evacuate the citizens of the Empire. Without the Spaceport, this task is impossible.
I will no longer be able to provide strategic directive. I will be taking to my personal battle suit to lead my cadre against the Orks here. I leave it up to cadre commanders to use their initiative in helping secure the safety of our citizens.
Avoid conflict with Imperial forces wherever possible.
Remember the teachings of Commander PureTide. Let his wisdom guide your actions.
For the Greater Good, Commander Bright Eyes
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Post by easye on Nov 11, 2007 6:32:55 GMT -5
Ork Report
++++Sending Transmission++++
Sir-
This week, *STATIC* the Orks have poured over our defenses onto the island proper. If we do not receive reinforcements soon, we will soon be overrun. Swarms of Orkiod beasts have poured onto the islands nearest to your position and are smashing past our lines. They landed in force not 5 days ago, with hundreds of landers and many asteroid fortresses that they call "Roks". Kommando raids devastated our supply lines just prior to their main assault.
They were led personally by their Warboss "Dakkaslagg", and they fought with renewed vigor. We beat them back dozens of times, forcing them to fall back, but they kept coming. They battered back our forces on island Triponia and forced a general retreat from our base of operations there. We fell back to the island of Devonia and have reestablished a base. *STATIC* *STATIC*
+++Transmission Rerouted++++
WAAAAGGGHHHH!!!!!!! Dis is da big boss Dakkaslag!
Venewis, 'ere dis! We krumpt yoose gitz on dem islands wif our boyz! Yooz gitz said dere is too many an' dats da truf! We 'as too many gitz for yoo to even 'kompra'end. We is gonna swarm ova da islands like wata'! Any'un who getz in da way is gonna get krumpt.
Da Kommando's is rukkin' up yoo gitz in yoor base! Dere is nuffin' yoo kan do to stop uz!
Yoo 'ear me Venewis!!! We is gonna krump yoo like da weedy git yoo ist. Yoo is gonna die on dis worl' Venewis!! Yoo is gonna die!!
Dakkaslag Ouwt! +++End Transmission+++
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Post by easye on Nov 11, 2007 6:33:26 GMT -5
Necron Report
The pulse of power made his fingertips tingle. He slowly traced the arcane symbols. A circle here, followed by a straight line, a sudden angle, to another smaller circle. Runes and glyphs of a similar nature wrapped around the stone pyramid at eye level. A faint green glow hinted out from the ancient writing.
His finger traced another rune, until it was interrupted by a smooth pock mark in the surface of the megalith. The one eyed inquisitor leaned in closer and inspected it. The mark was perfectly smooth and penetrated the pyramid by about 2 inches at the center. He was certain it was an impact mark, but it lacked the scorched rock of most Imperial style weapons. As he shifted his point of view and reassessed the mark, he realized it matched the type of damage he had seen on Imperial vehicles that had been battling Necrons. It was the impact point of a Gauss Flayer, and the pyramid was covered with them.
His vox bead crackled to sudden life, “Inquisitor. We have found an entrance.”
Zanatos circled the megalith with his stormtroopers. They kept their hell guns at the ready constantly aware for danger. It was not unknown for Necron warriors to suddenly appear seemingly from thin air.
On the East Face, a pair of stormtroopers crouched near the edge of a man sized gash at the base of the Megalith. As the Inquisitor moved closer, he saw that the edges were smooth as glass, and the opening matched the ballistics profile of the smaller Gauss Flayer damage he had observed on the rest of the megalith.
He and his squad switched on their light mounts, and moved into the bowels of the ancient structure. Inside, he found more of the same. The halls were marked by the impact points of Gauss Flayers and sometimes heavier weapons. Many of the walls and arched doorways were decorated with the strange Necron writing. However, after a half days search, no other trace of Necrons activity was located.
Inquisitor Zanatos stood in a vast chamber. He presumed that it was the center of the Megalith, and that it was actually several meters below ground level. His squad surrounded him, and their searchlights pierced the stygian gloom like swords against flesh. As he contemplated a large rune cut into the buildings floor, he wondered what madness was afflicting the Necrons here on Centarius.
He recalled that his studies of the Eldar myth cycles had pointed to the fact that the Necrons served more than one star god. Was it possible that two factions of Necrons, from rival star gods were battling for supremacy here? It was not a pattern of behavior that had been well documented previously. If one read some reports carefully, the same conclusion could be teased out, but the facts were less than conclusive.
“Inquisitor, let us leave this place. Let us find someplace more defensible,” His sergeant urged him with a whisper. Inquisitor Zanatos nodded in agreement.
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