Chaos
The Black Hands had withdrawn from several of their fortifications, apparently satisfied that any more work on these structures would be without merit. That didn’t stop the cultists who had lived long within the confines of the Drowning Hills and the other Chaos Marines who had been aboard the Hulk from enjoying themselves, though.
As he listened to the readings of another chapter from the Dacian Heresy booming over the projectors, Kar'Sol Fiendsight removed his helmet and closed his eyes. The daemonic organ grafted into his forehead showed a different world, one of auras and voids, one which his insight to had given him his surname. There was a nice dark area for him, and he was well-known for simply disappearing from one camp to inspire another. The partying cultists would not miss him.
With a subtle bit of sorcery, he controlled the fall from the ramparts and landed lightly on his feet. There was more work to be done, and T’Kara had sent him another vision…
Dark Eldar
Reghild despised the prisoner, but this one had peacefully surrendered to their garrison.
The Wych had stripped to merely a few rags which barely kept her appearance itself from indecency, showing much of her flesh to prove that she was unarmed, harmless. As harmless as a daemon of She Who Thirsts with no dagger, he thought.
She claimed to be here as an emissary for the Cult of the Poisoned Eye, and the sickly green tear of warpaint on her face seemed only fitting for her group’s name. Worse, though, she had come to insist that her master had claimed this ship by the same salvage laws as the pirates fleets.
As he considered what to say to his “guest,” the ground lurched twice, and only the captive kept her footing, apparently prepared for the movement.
“That would be the impact of Krork planetary-defense-scale weaponry and the ignition of the Yngir vessel’s main engines, craftworrlder. Our Mandrakes have been keeping an eye on things for us, and I did not come here to be your prisoner for years on end. My mistress sends a message.”
Reghild regained his feet and scowled at this fallen Eldar speaking down to him. “You had best deliver your message then, before I tire of your tongue.”
The Wych flicked her gaze over him, assessing a piece of meat. “You would never tire of my tongue, pet.” She smiled at his disgusted expression as she continued. “Uzqara says that your Seers are quickly running out of strings to tie. This ship is ours, and you won’t be able to keep it from anybody if you insist upon fighting us.”
“We offer a compromise. Aid in the defense of the vessel and we will allow the Harlequins to maintain a presence aboard it. You would trust them to warn you if we actually wasted our time trying to find one of your craftworlds, would you not? They could even help you aboard this vessel if we broke the agreement to leave you craftworlds alone. We want the ship, and there are easier targets to raid than your home.”
She gestured at the control panel and chairs which the Pathfinders had discovered were additions by their Dark Kin. Most of the controls didn’t even work - they were a complex system to allow for the decryption of a lost race’s systems into the perverted form of the Eldar tongue used by the fallen ones, and they weren’t making fast progress. “We’d like to get our engines online soon, and you’re interfering with work on the primary bridge…”
Eldar
Huthero gazed towards the huge chamber, they had finally arrived somewhere. Exactly where, he didn't know, but this ship was magnificent, the Eldar had to find someway to restore it. Or at worst, keep it out of the hands of the Yngir.
The vile metallic creatures had struck again, attempting to cover the whole hulk in a tide of darkness. However, he and his warriors had managed to fight off the menace, along with a little help from the Mon-Keigh.
Huthero and his allies, Vialia, Danar and countless other Farseers had cut a bloody swath through the forces of the Yngir. The Eldar had lost many during the most recent battles however. Huthero thought of his friend Beathier, mighty warrior of the Dark Reapers, dead on the battlefield. However, Beathier had been reborn as a mighty Wraithlord, ready to enact harsh vengeance on his slayers. Already Beathier had brutally slain countless enemy warriors.
A couple of the survivors also seemed further gone than a normal battle-weary condition. The Seers would have to take a look at them.
Other Eldar were not so lucky. Reghild, and some of his forces attempted to drive deeper and deeper into the hulk. They were ambushed again and again by the sadistic Dark Kin. Only Reghild and a few others had escaped with their lives.
Something else crept in the dark, Huthero knew it. Why had there been no traces of lost scouts? They had been destroyed by this monster, this hideous monster that lurked in the shadows of this relic of a ship. They had found some of its blood, but nothing more. The blood was a slimy purplish color, that seemed to be very heavy, as liquids go. Even the wisest of Farseers, including Vialia could not recognize the blood. Neither could Huthero.
This put fear into the heart of the War-Rider - and that was hard to do.
Imperial
With the destruction of the altars hidden deep within the Chaos woods, Inquisitorial forces have cut off the aids to daemonic summoning among the trees. The trees themselves radiate daemonic energy, though, and several areas have now been purged of the foul growths with holy fire. As the trees burned, some swear that they heard a sigh of relief amid the cries of pain which crowded their psychic senses…
Astartes forces in the foothills of the Glasswind Heights are nearing their goal of reaching the buried Adeptus Mechanicus vessel beneath the surface. Their surveyor teams have noticed an oddity about the surrounding derelicts, however – many are missing their Warp Drives despite relatively little damage to that locale. Where these devices have gone, none can say.
Necron
It wasn’t every day that the Council of the Dead was so agitated, but this was a quite unique occasion for them.
“
He planned this whole mess. I told you he wants us dead.” The Shadow Lord let his bitterness carry, his hate of the C’tan and those who still followed them justified in his mind.
The Tombkeeper, on the other hand, had accepted the liquefaction of the area surrounding their control center and their sudden course towards the planet rather stoically. “You always cry, Shadow Lord. Start thinking about what you
can do instead of whining so much. We aren’t defeated yet.”
“We will be if they keep us from fixing the ship’s controls.”
“You didn’t put two and two together with the bodies they’d been gathering showing up in the repository, either, Shadow Lord. We have work to do now.” The Daemonwearer had tired of her ally’s pessimism as well. Now they would have to struggle for survival, but they had at least seen the true face of their lost people. “We are the last of the true Necrontyr, the last with our own will. We must survive this, so let’s get to work…”
Orks
++++Intercepted Transmission++++
++++Location-Tiorl 7++++
Dis is da boss, da 'un a truw boss Dakkaslag an' I is 'ere to tell you gitz what 'appenin'n
So, we got dem targetwahs everywere on da surface an' on da 'ulk. Mah main gitz, da Kaptuns Skargrubb an' Rotgot ben doin' what I tellin' dem to do. Rotgot placed 'is targetwahs an' Skargrubb placed dere targetwahs were I tell dem.
So den I told da meks an' da uver pink meks to start up da kannons an' da Big Gunz. I decided dat we is gonna shoot da 'ulk because da silvah dudes was doin' stuffz an' such dere. Skargrubb was da 'un dat put da targetwahs on da 'ulk.
But den da spickey boyz was commin' to krump ouw gitz an such. But it was a bid probelm cuz da meks was a bout to fia da gunz. But den da Kaptun Skargrubb an' da uver gitz stopped da spikey gitz an' krumpt dem goods.
So den we fia'd da Gunz at da 'ulk. Da meks said most of da shots 'it da hulk, so I went up to da 'ulk to see wha 'appened. We krumpt da 'ulk real gud an' such. Dere was a big 'ole in da 'ulk cause da bombs an stuff. Da meks said dat da 'ulk is really damaged an such, dat it mite blow up. Dat would be funny or like a big boom.
So dats it fo dis 'ere week, we is gonna keep fiarin' da gunz so all you weedy gitz 'who keep inerceptin' ouw messkages bettah watch ouwt!
Dakkaslag ouwt!
++++Intercepted Transmission ended++++
Tau
No Tau have been sighted for some time now, and it is assumed that the survivors of the recent crash have been completely destroyed. Whatever secrets they may have held appear to have been lost with them…
Tyranids
The Hive Mind was annoyed.
The fleshless ones had not sent it any offerings lately, the mind-song prey were not coming to fight it over their eggs, and the broods it had sent to probe the defenses of the volcanic subcontinent had been slain – again.
Perhaps it was time for a change of pace. Time to take a trick it had seen the lesser races use.
Yes, the prey creatures would react to this…