Chaos
Kar'Sol Fiendsight watched the Great Temple being destroyed from a safe distance. It was a strange and bold move that T’Kara had demanded, pulling so much of the occupants from the temple that it could be destroyed this easily, but they would be welcome elsewhere.
Now, as the fires of the Corpse-God’s minions licked their way over the temple, Kar’Sol’s daemonic eye showed him why:
The daemons bound within the walls of the temple were being consumed by the flames, but the light of the Great Four had simply faded – the gods’ power must have shifted elsewhere instead of lessening. This place had served its purpose, and the gods were moving on.
Additionally, the fall of the Great Temple had seen to the surrounding fortifications’ surrender to their enemy, and Kar’Sol knew what was in store for their new occupants.
T’Kara’s demands upon him were significant though. There were still a few preparations to complete before she could be summoned to grant the favors he had earned…
Dark Eldar
Another explosion caused the room to tremble, but the Wyches paid it no attention.
The mon-keigh had cleansed the tunnels of Eldar, which mildly surprised those within the Cult of the Poisoned Eye and the Dark Court. They hadn’t been in the tunnels for some time now. Still, it would explain where the elusive Ydonar Balj had been biding his time – too bad for his Kabal.
Now, as the vermin of the universe clawed away at the outer hull of the crystal ship, the True Eldar prepared a little welcoming gift for their uninvited visitors...
Eldar
“Shadow…” An alien voice whispered in the assassin’s mind, her body slipping from her control as it fell limp to the ground before she could place her explosives.
“No, I am Callidus – my disguise was perfect.” The words couldn’t escape her unresponsive lips, but somehow she knew the voice was aware.
“You made many mistakes, young one, but the greatest of them all was to bring a message to a Seer. Your disguise does not hide your mind when you communicate with one of us.” The tone was calm, patient.
“What do you want, Xenos witch? Get out of my mind!”
“What I want, mon-keigh, is my control room back. It is unfortunate that I must maintain contact with you while your body fails, but that is a small price to prevent your actions. We would not have broken the truce, but you have slain my kin in that room. Now…”
As the assassin’s body died, Vialia released her grip upon its mind.
It would take a short while to reopen the door, but the Dark Kin amongst the replacement crew for the command center assured her this delay was not overly damaging. It was just like them to look at a room full of Eldar remains as nothing more than a delay, not even a mess worth mentioning…
Imperial
+++Begin Transmission+++
+++To: Inquisitior Lord Gabriel+++
+++From: Lord General Viltry+++
Sir,
This is a situation report as you requested.
The Orks have constructed several "zuper guns" with which they have been inflicting damage to our forces. As such Operation Ragnarok has been launched to destroy them.
The hulk being called the plucked eye is now on a collision course with the planet. We have started evacuations. The Orks are attempting to slow/stop the hulk with their super guns but they have done next to nothing and it is doubtful they can stop it. It will be even harder for them when their guns are destroyed.
We now plan to evacuate all imperial personnel on the planet.
With regards
General Viltry
+++End Transmission+++
Necron
++++ Report: Necrontyr Activity - Tiorl System++++
++++ Ordo Xenos Inquisitorial Strike Team ++++
++++ Tiorl System ++++
++ Clearance Level: Psi ++
The following report details current Necrontyr Activity in the Tiorl system
Sirs, I offer my humblest apologies for the lack of reports on current events over the previous weeks. However, circumstance has taken hold of my time and I come to you with very disturbing news.
My investigations, both from planet-based observations and reports courtesy of the Deathwatch, have led to my discovery of the true nature of the Necron activity.
It appears that the Necrontyr vessels I reported entering the system recently have been constructing a device onboard the hulk, using both technology stolen from the Mechanicus and their own alien equipment. Initially I was unsure as to the nature of these events but now there are horribly clear; for some unfathomable reason the Necrontyr have decided to destroy the hulk and everything on it.
Worse still is the nature they intend for its destruction - as it has become clear the hulk has been set inexorably on a course towards Tiorl 7. Despite the best efforts of the Xenos Eldar, the Necrons - although sustaining heavy causalities - have managed to complete their plan that may well lead to our destruction.
It is true that the Necrons seem unable to escape with the prize I expect they would have desired (the ship visible on the hulk’s surface), yet in their ancient bitterness they have decided to deny the hulk to all in the crudest way possible.
I intend to stay on Tiorl 7 for as long as I can, and my operations will be geared towards finding a way to stop the Hulk (although there is little left worth saving on the d**ned world). It is true that there have been limited efforts by the Orks to prevent the collision, but the Necrons have been thorough; the 'zuper guns' are not having sufficient effect on the huge vessel. I believe our only hope is to take the fight to the enemy and attempt to deactivate the vast engines constructed upon its surface.
Nevertheless this may be my last transmission; I pray that the Emperor is with me for the coming time.
Croteus
++++MESSAGE END++++
Orks
++++Intercepted Transmission+++
++++Location Tiorl 7: Dakkatown++++
*BOOOM!* +Static+
Dis is Dakkaslag an' dat wuz 'un of da zuper gunz dat I 'as been tellin' you yoofs bouwt.
We 'ave been firin' da gunz all week at vaiweous tawgets an' such. We fired at da weedy 'ummies on da I-lad an' dey got krumpt real bad. Kaptun Skargrubb went ova' dere to take a look an' dere was no 'ummies 'cept ded 'uns. Da only gud 'ummie is a 'dead 'ummie! *BOOM* +Static+
Alzo Kaptun Rotgot 'as been rukkn' up da 'ulk an' placin' targetwahs everywhere dat 'e finks is a gud pwace. But dis is pwoblem, da 'ulk is commin' towards da planwt. I fink it is gonna crash! Dis wud be funny 'cept we is on da planet. But we 'as shot da Zuper Gunz so many times at da 'ulk dat it is fallin' apart an' slowin' down. Wit da 'elp of Kaptun Rotgot we fired da gunz ova' an' ova' at da 'ulk. Now Rotgot is reportin' dat dere is pieces of da 'ulk fallin' apart and flyin' everwhere! If we keep firein' at da 'ulk we blow it up! WAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!
Mah kommando' gitz 'as been usin' targetwahs on Skabrod an 'is gitz in da wilds so we kan krump dem. Just dis mornin' we fired da gunz at Skabrod gitz an' totally krumpt dem. Dere is no treews left in da Squiggly Wilds' we krumpt dem so gud! Da Kommandos even tink dat we killed Skabrod, dey is gonna make sure by da end of da next week.
So gitz, 'elp defend da Zuper Gunz an keep krumpn'!!! Stop da 'ulk!
*BOOM* *BOOM* Dakkasla-*BOOM* uwt!+Static+
++++Transmission Ended++++
Tau
With the damage done by the Ork bombardment, little hope remains of finding Tau forces still alive on the Hulk. It seems likely that whatever hidden corner of the Hulk they may have secreted themselves away in has been destroyed..
Tyranids
The Hive Mind felt the death of another voice calling from the ship-world.
The fungal prey had done well in quieting the hidden voices aboard the ship-world and now all it needed to do was lay low for a short while longer. Soon the other prey-races would lose interest, and the Hive Mind would be free to conquer this planet without interference from so many unpredictable groupings.
It would keep the eggs of the mind-song prey for another time. If mere possession of the eggs wouldn’t draw their race, perhaps mistreatment of the eggs would…