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#Post#: 122--------------------------------------------------
Round one missives and narratives
By: techheresy Date: November 2, 2012, 5:36 am
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Just a thread to post round narratives and the like for posting
on the website and for shear reading pleasure
here i go
Vallidus’ room was spacious compared to the magi who outranked
him in the fleet. Against the walls of brass and plasteel
contained logs referring to various manuals, parts, and other
items for the use of commander. If one was to search certain
logs one would find more explicit pictoscripts, to the right of
the wall was stood a servitor preforming various tasks befitting
its simple cogitator protocols.
As the hatch door opened a protocol engaged in the servitor’s
cogitator in a dreary voice, “welcome home master.” “Hello
Alfred.” As the automaton poured a glass full of scotch the
commander pulled a seat up to his desk and began sifting through
the days missives and various logs that required a signature of
a officer. As the monotony of missives sunk in a buzzer from his
gas lens viewer sounded, with a groan Vallidus stated “Alfred
take this for me’” and took another swig of his drink.
The servitor answered with his vox unit, “Hello how may I direct
your call”. Vallidus sighed and grabbed a issue of his explicit
literature and began reading to block out the duties of his
office. “Hrrm sisters repentia with all body tattoos
interesting” “Shirking your duties Commander?” chimed his
servitor with the voice of the Magos Dulei his immediate
superior. “No madam just improving Morale that is all.” Smirked
the commander as he switched on the lens viewer to view the
Magos, “Careful least your glibness be removed upon promotion,
levity aside I have a report concerning the orbital scans of
Falon’s Regret and your mission for the fleet.” Vallidus
nodded, “What have the scans found besides the conglomerate of
astartes and xenos?” Dulei smiled wickedly, “The scions of the
Dark City have made planet fall, and with it their tech ripe for
taking, and if available purifying for serving the glory of the
Omnissiah.”
Vallidus’ interest had been peaked the Dark Eldar are reputed to
possess much arcane technology from cloaking devices to shambles
of genetic material known as wracks . Dulei continued, “This
mission is not under Imperium sanction or tribune knowledge, the
objective is simple gauge the forces of the enemy and if
possible eliminate key leadership.” “For ease of the mission
only take the minimal support squads of your…enhanced
subordinates, understood?” Vallidus crisply saluted the Magos,
“As you wish...Karen”. With a light buzzing sound the viewer
shut down, and Alfred’s servos spun up, “What forces will you
choose master?” Vallidus frowned, “It’s the treachery of xenos
Alfred, my personal guard will appear as per standard practice
however I would say veteran squad Delta will provide accuracy
backed up by the new MkIII enchanced recruits.” “Issue the
following orders using high level protocols, and prep an Aquila
Lander in the hanger bay this maybe the edge of a dark
precipice.” As Vallidus threw on his battle uniform and combat
armor, Alfred began the task given to him. Vallidus chuckled to
himself,” I guess the sisters would have to wait till later.”
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Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: Syresyphirin Date: November 2, 2012, 5:55 am
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Good idea sir, and I'll get your post added to the website.
Epistolary Luriziel's Journal : Falon's Regret: Entry 1
I have spent much time in the library of Caliban's Long Memory.
So much in fact, that I was surprised to learn that we had
arrived at Falon's Regret. Before making planet fall I became
aware of several disturbing facts of note. Several Xenos species
are engaged in their trifling activities across the surface of
the planet. Perhaps more distressing, several chapters of the
Adeptis Astartes have begun operations on the planet. That so
many forces have converged on this planet at precisely this time
is no coincidence, and I can only surmise it is the doing of
chaos.
Immediately upon making planet fall elements of 3rd company
(whom I have requisitioned for this mission) began making
preparations for the landing of key operating facilities. While
this was occuring I recieved communications from an element of
the Star Phantoms and well as Iron Father Vaylund of the Iron
Hands. It seemed that the two chapters were interested in
engaging in practice maneuvers before turning bolters to the
enemy. I suspect that in fact, they saw an opportunity to gain
glory against the first born of the Emperor's Chosen. Initially
I refused their request, but Veteran Sergeant Raphael suggested
we use it as an opportunity to glean information as to their
purpose on the planet. Brother Raphael further insisted that
operations against chaos could not begin until our forward
operation base had been established. Against this rational I
acquiesced, and the exercise began.
Events unfolded as should be expected. In the opening volleys of
fire Squads Raphael and Malachai expertly chose targets from
amongst Brother Vaylunds personal guard and a Star Phantom
devastator squad. The two opposing forces then traded blows with
one another on the opposite side of an ancient ruin. This site
had previously been established as an objective for our forces,
though one may not know it to watch them squabble outside its
gates. By contrast Squad Raphael, under my supervision, removed
paltry elements of the Star Phantoms who hoped to hold the
territory and secured the area.
Victory would have been indisputable had Brother Raphael not
been goaded into assaulting Vaylund in the closing minutes of
the exercise. At the time I considered reprimanding the Sergeant
for his vanity, but his being humbled by the Iron Father is
likely sufficient to teach him the price of arrogance. The match
ended in a draw between our force and that of the Iron Hands,
but it is clear who would have carried the day if the fight
continued, and the real goal was only to learn what forces our
brothers had mustered.
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Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: rogue tau Date: November 2, 2012, 3:36 pm
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Commander Nightstaker stood at the helm of the Tau Capital Ship
the "Eclipse" studying the data displayed before him. The ship
lay cloaked in orbit of a planet uncharted by hte Tau Empire.
Scans showed that a remarkable number of different Human, Xenos,
and Tau Factions had arived and begun the process of setting up
fortified zones of the wild planet. The planet apeared rich
with bio and mineral resources but other than that nothing could
be detected from the Eclipses current range as to what had drawn
so many to this specific world.
The Shas'os musing was inturupted by the sound of heavy foot
falls behind him. He turned to face the powerfull Kroot Shaper.
"Wellcome Krota, we received the message from your Mercenary
vessel concerning this planet. Ethereal O'Vashan ordered us to
depart emediatly and join you here. I am pleased to have the
pleasure of once again fighting along side you in persuit of the
Greater Good.
"Well met Shas'o, I as well am pleased to fight with our
battlebrothers, the Tau. What it your leaders bidding?"
" The Ethereal has ordered me to organise a small recon unit to
go planetside and obtain intell concerning the other factions
deployed here while the fleat continues repairs from our last
encounter with the necrons. I would be honored if you and your
fellow Hunters would acompany us."
"It would be our pleasure. I will have the hunters ready as soon
as possible and we will bring Hounds to help with tracking and
allerting us or hostiles."
The Shaper turned to leave, his black eldar cloak flowing behind
him. Nightstalker then proceded to the ships armory where his
New Crissis Command suit awaited him. A fire warrior in black
and green armor aproached and addressed him.
"Shas'o, the squad is ready and we have outfited a stealth
gunship to your specifications. The disruption pods are up and
running and the ion cannon is fully online."
"Well done, continue to serve loyaly and you may earn a
promotion. We depart at nightfall, have our drop ship ready."
With the troops ready, and the Kroot allies awaiting his command
Commander Nightstalker steped forward to dawn his Crissis suit.
The suit came alive with the wirring of servos and the hum of
the plasma rifles. A slight shimmer appeared on the veiw
screen as the sheild powered up. Nightstalker activated the
Black sun filters to ensure they were fully online. This would
be a long night.
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Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: Blevins Date: November 3, 2012, 9:13 am
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I have been sent to the world called Falon's Regret. I have
secured a base of operations and I am now preparing for the
cleansing of this world. There are many species present on this
world. Most of which seem hostile to one another. The most
imminent threat to my own operation here is the group of
genetically altered humans who call themselves "The Deathwatch".
My first step must be to push these vermin back, and then on to
the rest of the world.
I am certain that Nemesor Zahndrekh is watching me closely to
determine my loyalty and competency. I must not disappoint him.
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Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: Phosis Date: November 4, 2012, 4:00 pm
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Deathwatch Strike Cruiser Seeker’s Vigil, High Orbit over
Falon’s Regret
Commander Anton Rufio sat aboard the Thunderhawk as it departed
the shuttlebay of the Seeker’s Vigil. The drop ship shuddered
as it released its docking clamp, he called up his most recent
briefing vid on the HUD in his helmet visor as the shuttle moved
to low orbit.
Inquisitor Corwyn’s gaunt visage appeared on the screen, her
hawk-like features broken only by the small visual augment
covering her left eye.
[quote]“Greetings Commander, my sources have found a reference
to a planet called “Falon’s Regret” in our Archives, they
suggest that at one point The Libram was there, be careful
Commander, the records – though decayed and largely
indecipherable- referred to ‘tin-men’. My analysts didn’t get
the reference, but if my suspicions are correct you could be in
for a rough landing. Make Landfall, set up a base of operations
and search for clues – I’m sending you a copy of the pertinent
files. Good luck, Commander – Corwyn Out.”[/quote]
The HUD went black, and Rufio surveyed his troops. Corwyn was
sending him out without much backup, only two Kill Teams – alas,
the Deathwatch was over-committed in this sector of space, and
unless Rufio could produce results it was unlikely that he would
receive much more support.
**Sir, we’re about to enter the Atmosphere, once we’re inside I
can get some more detailed sensor readings on who all’s down
there**
The dropship shuddered and shook as is bumped and burned its way
into Falon’s Regrets’ atmosphere, Rufio plugged into the
Sensor-Net as it came online.
“Emperor Protect Us!” He exclaimed, reports had indicated a
largely abandoned system, or perhaps a low population back
water, but there were nearly a dozen fully active combatants
operating in the sector, and several population centers. “How
could our intelligence be so faulty?!”
The mission must continue, regardless They set down near one of
the likely coordinates of a Relic and set out searching for
clues, well aware of signal reports of Necrons in their near
vicinity…
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Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: Jarrod Zerbe Date: November 5, 2012, 1:10 am
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Some nice entries here; a good idea to separate the fluff area
so the normal area doesn't get inundated with our postings.
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Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: Jarrod Zerbe Date: November 5, 2012, 1:19 am
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Round One, Official Game Narrative Battle Report. Jarrod vs.
Jared. Round one, FIGHT!
I panned my magnoculars across the base's silent confines,
noting the lack of movement. Hundreds of cargo crates remained
unmoved; some haphazardly piled atop one another, others spilled
open like the boxes of gifts a child would receive at Candlemas.
No personnel manned the control tower I now stood in, no cargo
handlers or PDF guards were in sight.
I register movement in the distance beyond the VTOL pad and
security building. The magnoculars refocus. By the High Lords,
there they are! I reflect for a moment that the fragmentary and
panicked vox message from Airfield 37 intercepted by Deliverance
had borne fruit after all. Judging from the shell holes and
bloodstains at the vox console behind me, I concluded that the
sender of the distress call came to an ignoble end while
carrying out his desperate duty. This is the true start of it.
PDF Airfield 37 has an unassuming name, but this is the
culmination of months of work by me and my staff. The early
deaths, the fruitless searching, the slow buildup of pressure
like a steam boiler coming to power, all of it ends today.
Enhanced by the optics, my old eyes see a chugging Rhino
and three bikes round the landing pad. All were a deep blue
color, with red accents and white streaks. Alongside them
marches a motley mob of humanity. The bedraggled majority were
driven into the base's confines by those at the rear. The
threat of the master's autoguns were enough to keep the others
moving. The edge of my lip curled into a disgusted grimace.
Slaves! I harden myself against the reality that those were
Imperial citizens being whipped and driven forward. They had
their chance, and they had not resisted. The risk of taint was
too great.
As I gave orders for the Guardsmen to stay concealed in
their ambush positions, I descended the tower to take personal
command of the forces arrayed around the high gain vox equipment
at the base of the station. "We have found the enemy. They
have returned here for a second time to take the rest of this
base apart. No doubt they seek to find supplies and weapons to
continue their long war. See that they are denied, in the
Emperor's name."
"Open fire!" The surprise was complete. The initial
rain of fire going downrange was gratifying. The slaves
smashing open ammunition crates by the security building were
wreathed in explosions as the pre-sighted mortars slammed home,
and the slaves scurrying like insects over the piles of crates
were forced to dive into cover to avoid being cut down
mercilessly. I kept my eyes on the Astartes force, as the slave
forces would be as chaff before the scythe to the Guardsmen.
The squad embedded in a flanking position opened fire
across the runway at the Rhino emerging from behind the landing
pad, but the tube launched projectile slammed into the building
instead. The tarp concealing the Sentinel next to the Guardsmen
slid off as the driver fed power to the vehicle's legs. The
staccato hammering of the autocannon smashed into an Astartes
bike, one shell hammering through the engine, and another
decapitating the rider. The other two bikers swung about and
accelerated away from the fire zone. I do not know if the messy
death of their compatriot has shaken them or if they are
attempting to swing wide and flank the Sentinel's position.
I knew how desperate the fallen marines were when they
did not disengage from the ambush and retreat. The slaves were
driven forward into our guns by the whips of the slavemasters,
just to keep the men distracted while the other slaves bore off
what they could carry of the ammunition they had found. The
Rhino powered forward, deploying smoke charges continuously as
it sought to cross the open ground around the runways. Missiles
continued to fall around the ugly vehicle.
As the vehicle continued to close with our force, I began
drawing upon my power. The shaking hands and jerking trigger
fingers of those around me steadied, falling into a smooth and
efficient pattern of fire and reload. My second sight began to
manifest, seeming to slow the vehicle for the men around me.
The Rhino took significant hits now, but wasn't out of the
fight. It swerved to a stop, hatches slamming open. As its
multi-rocket launcher began shrieking heavy fire into our
emplacements, the fallen transhumans deployed. Astartes weapons
made short work of the Sentinel, multiple boltgun hits disabling
its legs and engine. I was gratified to see the driver escape
unscathed somehow, retreating into the vent stacks behind his
fallen machine.
Now the transhumans drove into the flanking squad
itself. A torrent of lasfire greeted them as the penal squad
drove forward from their position to take the brunt of the
assault, along with grenades and missile strikes from our
positions. Some of the traitors went down, and two were
directly hit by antitank rockets, ending their wasted lives
forever. Still the traitors drove forward at the entrenched
squad. The screaming of the Guardsmen could be heard over the
roar of weapons fire.
As the Chaos marines butchered the men holding the
emplacement, I saw what had to be the leader of these dark
knights. Standing in plain sight, yet wreathed in an aura of
darkness. This alone drove home what we were fighting to save
the subsector from. These creatures were so polluted that
shadows clung to them even in the light of day. I marvelled at
the Lord's appearance. Baroque power armor sheathed his body.
His helm had two curled horns jutting up far above his head.
The giant pistol in his raised fist roared, messily detonating
the squad's sergeant. His other hand bore a longsword wreathed
in destructive energies, the tip driven through the head of his
fallen second victim. A rocket detonated nearby, and the blast
seemed to be somehow...eaten by the aura surrounding him.
What few Guardsmen survived fled from the Night Lords. The
lord holstered his bolt pistol and contemptuously waved to his
subordinates. Half ripped out a power coupling from the power
generator nearby while the other half picked up their fallen
brothers and bore them to the waiting Rhino, which continued to
rain fragmentation rounds into our position to keep us down.
As the Night Lords withdrew with their salvage, the vox
caster in my suit came back online, and I contacted the
Deliverance for pickup and pursuit. The Night Lords would
probably escape in the darkness of the approaching night, but
perhaps analysis of their path and the events here at PDF
Airfield 37 would lead us closer to finding a way to prevent the
disastrous portents heralded in my scryings.
As I commit these events to the record, I reflect that,
in time, a more direct and personal confrontation with that
bastard son of Curze could occur. My gaze rises to the power
armor and pistols in the arming chamber. They will likely not
be enough. Now my most powerful weapon may be needed. The
archetech greatsword Barbarisater will accompany me to battle.
I only hope that if I ever have to draw it, the Emperor will be
by my side that day.
- Personal journal entry, Stephan Satriani
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Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: Phosis Date: November 7, 2012, 1:35 am
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Mission – The Relic, Deployment – Dawn of War
Result – Deathwatch Pyrrhic Victory – Opponent (Blevins) Tabled,
but only 1 Razorback left ‘alive’
Phosis Achievements Earned - None (aside from earning 1 Victory)
Personal Log: Commander Anton Rufio, Deathwatch
M42.012, Falon’s Regret – 72Y RK 57624 11756
Taking a collection of Astartes from all over the galaxy and
forging them into one cohesive fighting force is one of the
hardest tasks I can imagine. And, if the standard is success, I
must count myself a failure.
We made planetfall today about two hundred klicks downrange of
the objective, some…Relic, or clue as to the location or
whereabouts of The Libram – our archives only said SOMETHING
would be there, it didn’t say what. I never got a chance to
find out, though – as we were about to arrive at the objective’s
coordinates we took contact to our front. Fully two thirds of
Kill Team Tector went down within seconds as Gauss fire raked
our exposed troops.
We responded to Contact, falling back on our training from the
Tactica Astartes – establish a Base of Fire, and push on the
source of fire. In this case – Necrons. The Inquisitor had
suspected that The Libram would be related to these ‘tin-men’,
and I’d say this confirms it, they were either waiting for us,
or just happened to arrive on scene at the same time as we did.
Just as I thought we’d made the measure of our foe the real
enemy appeared – skimming over a central ruin in some sort
of…command barge. He directed the movements of his troops like
it was as easy as taking a sip of water, meanwhile he blasted
Tector, and myself, with his under-slung cannon. Thank the
Machine-God, my Terminator armor was equal to the task, but only
just, I received a telling wound in the volley. Kill Team
Santair was engaged to my right, maybe half a klik away, I was
powerless to assist them, but I saw Sergeant Santair launching
his men into the Necron’s position.
The worst of my problems hadn’t even hit yet, that damned Barge
wasn’t content to just shoot us, no, it swooped in and
absolutely wrecked everything it came in contact with, Gunner
Maksim put a few rounds into it on the way in, but they bounced
off just as if he’d been using a las-pistol. When the Necron
Lord came closer I found myself…compelled to swing at my own
men, I … I cut off Brother Aleksander’s right arm…just clean
through, and then stood there dumbfounded as the Lord proceeded
to scythe through the remainder of Kill Team Tector as if their
Power Armor was paper-mache.
Rather than finish me off, as I stood in shock at what I’d just
done, the Lord swept off to finish off Santair, which he did
with little difficulty.
We would have perished were it not for the crews of our two
Razorbacks, through the entire engagement, they put out a
punishing hail of Heavy Bolter rounds, the new solid-core
ammunition did wonders, even managing to unseat that damned
Barge Lord.
I should take a moment to note that we weren’t helpless, for
every Marine that fell an equal number or more Necrons went down
with him, thanks largely in part to the Razorbacks, but also our
new suspensor-assisted heavy bolters, again with solid-core
munitions. Once Kill-Team Santair was rendered combat
inneffective, I signaled a general retreat, and the Thunderhawk
re-directed to pick what survivors we could manage up. The crew
chiefs of both Razorbacks had been pulling wounded marines into
the crew-compartments the entire battle, whilst the drivers and
gunners did their best to hold off the tide.
I myself, do not know what happened, the Lord and I met in
combat, his terrible staff, and my seemingly useless
power-sword, even my strength actuators couldn’t help me
penetrate that machine’s armored hide. All turned to blackness,
as he ran me through, his Scythe tearing into my shoulder.
I am told that Crew Chief Aitu of the Iron Hands won much honor,
by covering our retreat toward the Thunderhawk, and gunning down
the Necron Lord as we drove away in retreat. We failed to
retrieve the Relic, but completely annihilated the foe…some
small glory to help with my shame.
I awoke from Vat Healing and Hypno-Sleep only an hour ago, it
has been nearly a week. The entirety of my shoulder, collar
bone, upper arm, and most of my right rib cage has had to be
re-constructed, using machine parts. I feel...different. I
have no reason to complain, all of the Marines under my command
have suffered equally terrible, or worse wounds under my
command. It is tiny compensation that we sufficiently wounded
the frame of the Necron Lord that he and his forces were unable
to pursue us, and we were able to extract our wounded. Time did
not remain, though, to secure The Relic.
What follows is the roster of the fallen, thankfully, none of my
men died, but all suffered severe wounds – I shall have to have
more forces or I fear the Deathwatch will not be up to the task
of operating for long on Falon’s Regret.
[quote]Kill Team Tector
Sgt. Tector of the Dragon Lords – WIA – Chest, Bionic
Augmentation
Brother Courvair of the Yellow Jackets – WIA – Right Leg, Bionic
Replacement
Gunner Maksim of the Angels Eradicant – WIA – Left Arm, Vat
Healing
Brother Aleksander of the Immortal Hearts – WIA - Right Arm,
Bionic Replacement
Brother Cormack of the Sons of Justice – WIA – Right Arm, Bionic
Replacement
Razorback – Major Repairwork
[/quote]
[quote]
Kill Team Santair
Sgt. Santair of the Marines Malevolent – WIA – Chest, Vat
Healing
Brother Malach of the Emperor’s Wolves – WIA – Chest - Bionic
Augmentation and Replacement
Gunner Wolvar of the Knights of Dorn – WIA – Chest – Vat Healing
Brother Zaramoff of the Novamarines – WIA – Right Arm – Complete
Bionic Replacement
Brother Venk of the Desert Lions – WIA – Left Arm – Vat Healing
Razorback – Regular post-engagement maintenance.
[/quote].
Thought for the Day - Failure is simply the Emperor giving you
the gift of the Opportunity for Redemption. Do Not Waste It.
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Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: Blevins Date: November 7, 2012, 4:39 am
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Post-game Round 1
We failed to capture the Relic we sought. The Deathwatch proved
more capable than I had anticipated. And due to a grave
miscalculation on my part, I disregarded their lightly armored
transports as of little significance. This cost me the relic,
and indeed, nearly cost me my frame.
I approached the site rapidly, I had only a handful of warriors
with me, it was supposed to be an easy task. The humans arrived
only moments after I did. My command barge lending me the edge I
needed to get into the human lines, while my warriors withered
their numbers at a distance. I sighted a human in heavier armour
than the others and assumed him to be their leader. I assaulted
them from my command barge, and the Mindshackle Scarabs the
Crypteks had provided me with worked wonderfully, forcing their
leader to attack his own men.
From there it was little more than a tedious fight. The human
vehicles I had disregarded proved themselves to be quite the
nuisance by not only destroying my command barge, but by
withering down my warriors. I seized the relic after I was
dismounted and engaged the human warlord directly, quickly
defeating him. I then turned to the vehicles, who where, at this
point, the only remaining opposition. Their leaded too wounded
to fight, and the rest of his men, dead, dying, or unconscious.
The vehicles proceeded to spray their weapons into me. They
managed at first only minor damage. I was able to destroy one of
the vehicles outright, but as I approached the second, it began
to retreat, firing it's heavy weapon into me. And then I knew
only darkness. I had expected to arise on the field once more,
but when I regained consciousness I was in the Cryptek's
laboratory. My frame had suffered significantly more damage than
I believed.
Though, I failed to seize my objective, I did deny the humans
the object. We are still uncertain as to what it was, and
indeed, where it had gone. It is unlikely the humans seized it,
but it was no longer present when my warriors returned to claim
it.
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Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: rogue tau Date: November 7, 2012, 11:04 pm
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Round 1 results. Jesse Wahl: Tau victory verses Nolans space
marines(star phantoms I think)
Nightstalker walked slowly back from the medical bay to his
personal quarters thinking over the preveous days battle. His
stealth forces had met with a small space marine force in which
the Tau won an overwealming victory. Initialy the humans set up
a defensive position on their objectives content to snipe with
their las cannon and plasma cannon. At Nightstalkers command
the Tau took up defencive positions in building as one unit
charged the marines right flank to take an objective. The
hammerhead gunship cruised down the left flank shreading the
marines with its heavy ion cannon. Finaly the marines scored a
hit with the las cannon. a hit that would have surely riped
through the tank but thanks to the stealth feilds generated by
the disruption pods and the skill of the air cast pilot the shot
hit only empty space as the tank jinked and cut behind the enamy
cover and pounded them with AP Ion fire. An An entire unit fell
to the fire as new events unfolded on the right flank.
Nightstalker himself teleported into the midst of the marines
and riped into them with plasma rifle and fusion blaster fire.
The remaining marines responded my asaulting allong with their
own warlord armed with a power sword. Nightstalker killed one
of the marines as their attacks bounced harmlessly off the shiny
black iridium armor of his command suit. finaly one marine
scored a hit his combat knife striking through and wounding
Nightstalker in the left leg. But by then it was over. The
marines were forced to fall back as the tank slaughtered their
forces on the right and fire warriors sniped the remaining
troops in center feild. The day was won. Nightstalker smilled
he was proud of his acheivement he had singlehandedly taken on
six space marines and their warlord and not only lived to tell
the tail but killed one of their number with his own hands.
Humans may be physicaly stronger but we can out match them
through superior intelect and technology. Nightstalker
continue toward his room limping from his rapidly healing war
wound. The Ethereal would be eager to hear of this great victory
for the greater good.
The latest triumph encouraged Nightstalker. Perhaps someday, in
the far future, there would no longer be a need for war and all
races would commune together in the Greater Good. Untell then He
wanted to experiance more of his new found lust for the thrill
of combat.
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