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#Post#: 159--------------------------------------------------
Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: reabold Date: November 8, 2012, 2:16 am
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round 1
Spencer (necron) vs josh (dark angels)
Sensors have detected the approche of these new creatures long
be for they will reach the area of the tomb entrances. Perhaps
they had been summoned as some form of retaliation for what i
can only assume was the destruction of the baser level creatures
that had stumbled across one my tomb entrances, certainly they
can not think the few they lost there worthy of reprisal? Ah!
they must be coming to bow heads in apology for the actions of
those that had trespassed into my domain. Should this be so
conduct would have me accept what ever small tribute they would
bring and give them 20 current cycles to leave this my planet,
yes this should be acceptable i think. I do hope the bring some
form of current galactic information i can use, it seams the
higher level sensors arrays are still malfunctioning.
#Post#: 161--------------------------------------------------
Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: reabold Date: November 8, 2012, 2:42 am
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round 1
spencer (necron) vs cameron (iron hands) this battle report is
all for me by the way
The smell of ozone and charred flesh drifted through the air,
the cold living metal of the necron bodies unfazed by they
scent of the recently slain. Sparks of green lighting still jump
from an occasional body as the forms of necron immortals walk
ever forward, finishing off what few survivors might remain. The
Tome lord Kortesh looks down at the still twitching body of the
iron father, life and hatred still burning in his eyes but his
body shattered and his mechanical limbs fused and melted. Green
eyes, unmoving eyes look down at the tech marine, if the face
was still capable of expressing emotion one of curiosity might
have passed briefly over his face.
A voice comes from somewhere within the necron overlord
"You, you are but a poor shadow of what you would achieve,
your...chapter i think you call it? you chapter is but a mockery
of what you claim to be. Today i have shown you the true
strength of what an iron father should be. I will not kill you
so that you can take this message back to those that command
you, this is my world, you have no place here, and you have only
8 more local cycles be for i erase you and those that follow you
from this world"
The sound of lightning punctuates the last line with a grim
finality as the necron lord turns and walks away.
#Post#: 163--------------------------------------------------
Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: FerrusManus Date: November 8, 2012, 6:02 pm
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Iron Hands, Star Phantoms, Dark Angels Tactical exercise.
Iron in Mind and Body; Part I
Curse these forsaken wretches, I despise the weakness of these
people almost as much as the xenos filth and heretics that sully
its ground. I have been sent to the far side of the galaxy to
cleanse this planet of the armies that have set foot upon it.
Although i do not relish being here this is my duty. Once long
ago Ferrus himself walked upon this soil and liberated it in the
great crusade. That fact alone provides some measure of peace to
me.
The sand is everywhere, it seeps into any open crack it can
find, almost as if it were alive. If i had exposed flesh i have
no doubt the storm would be merciless in its scouring. But those
days of weakness are long gone, i am now almost fully machine,
all that remains is my left arm and torso. I find it interesting
how even the planet itself desires to strip away the weakness of
the flesh.. But those are thoughts for another time. War is
afoot here. I have already established my command bunker and the
hard unyielding black walls remind me of far off Medusa. Around
me the rest of the camp is being erected quickly, if my
calculations are correct the facility should be fully
operational in approx 25.768 hours I have added in a margin of
error of .00034 in light of the current weather here, Not all of
our serfs can claim the strength of the machine in this
environment.
I can see 1st Sergeant Makos approaching "Iron Father I have
news" he says as he kneels. "Stand Brother Sergeant, there are
no such needs for formality here, carry on" As he stands I am
proud of my clan, he is clad in the black armor of our chapter.
And in the howling of the sand storm he is unmoved and resolute,
aye indeed just as the storm howls around him so shall our
enemies break upon us and find that we are as unyielding as
iron. "My lord we have received a summons from the Star Phantoms
inviting us to a series of tactical exercises, Shall i assemble
my squad along with the scouts?" I can see the desire in his
eyes to join "Yes indeed, look to your wargear for we shall be
leaving within the hour. It has been a long time since we have
fought alongside the warriors of the Dark Angels and no doubt we
shall not hear the end of their prideful boasts should we turn
it down. Besides perhaps they could use a lesson on how true
astartes fight"
The Battle took place in a simulated environment and it began
quickly with us caught in the center of the two forces, I
ordered Squad Makos to open fire on the Dark Angels on our left
to keep them down and at the same time called down my orbital
strike. I watched as the dark angels began dropping and nodded
my approval. Meanwhile Scout sergeant Karva ordered his squad to
begin taking down the star phantoms advancing on the right
flank.
It was not long before the plasma cannon carried by my brothers
overheated, I marked down the brother for penance at a later
date for not observing the proper rights and allowing his weapon
to fail. With an increasing hail of fire from the Dark Angels
and seeing their Librarian moving toward the center objective
along with the Star Phantoms Captain. I knew that to win this
would be through strength of arms and so i took my squad forward
meanwhile Squad Kavo moved to hold our previous position and in
a admirable display of marksmanship sergeant Kavo took a shot on
the run at the Dark Angels squad and managed to take down the
heavy weapons trooper with a single shot to the head. I expected
nothing less from him.
I once again curse the training program as i see my brothers
fall to shot that in a real fight would not have bothered them
in the least. This program does not take into account our
extensive bionic enhancements and so we are limited by the
weakness of our brother astartes. I see the Star Phantoms
captain and yell out a challenge to him, as he turns to face me
i see the slight hesitation in his movements as he sees me up
close and the bionics that have replaced the majority of my
body. The hesitation is almost not even noticeable....almost. He
is a good opponent but his flesh in the end fails him and i
carry on towards the objective. I have have recorded the fight
though and his combat patterns are now stored in my memory banks
for analysis later.
Finally i come to the Librarians own squad i call him out to a
challenge but before he can his sergeant puts a hand before him
and utters something atoning to " he is not worthy, allow me".
If i still had the ability to a smile would have crossed my face
for an instance. he puts up a valiant fight but it is in vain
and almost as soon as it begun he lies upon the ground, his
squad watching in shame. As i lean down i whisper to him "
Remember this lesson Dark Angel, The flesh is weak" And with
that the training exercise is over. It would seem that The Dark
Angels and My own men have both accomplished the same number of
points and thus have achieved a draw.
I turn the the Dark Angel Librarian and give him a slight nod
and turn from the battle and begin returning to my shuttle as my
brothers pick themselves up and return with me. I cannot shake a
feeling of discomfort though. Why are the Dark Angels here? I
have read into all the Imperial forces deployed here and all
have valid reasons but he mass deployment of Dark Angels has not
been explained. I shall look into this further in due time
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Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: ThatOtherGuy Date: November 8, 2012, 11:26 pm
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First Steps on Falon: Imperial Guard vs. Tyranids
Falon, what was this. We were suppose to be sent to Ornius on
the other side of the Galaxy. Emperor's will that's the second
time the munitorium has screwed us. But by the Emperor's might
we would press on, he wouldn't have put us here unless he knew
that we would be key to winning this planet for the glory of the
Imperium.
Planet fall was rough, our ship had gotten caught in some
headwinds and had to make an emergency landing about 5 miles
from the base in which we were suppose to be deployed, right in
the middle of a swamp. I quickly set up a patrol with a small
platoon and some of my most trustworthy vets so that way we
could make sure no enemies tried to attack us while the
engineers and tech priests on board attempted to fix our
transport. I observed the patrol from within my personal Chimera
The Judgement of Daumier, and I swear we had not gone half a
mile from the transport before I spotted movement on the other
end of the swamp. And by the Emperor's name I could not believe
what I saw with my own very eyes.
Tyranids. According to the mission dossier I had received there
weren't suppose to be any Nids on this planet, in fact we had
just finished facing Nids on the last planet we were on. Though
I had faith that the Emperor would protect us, just as he had
during our last campaign against the filthy Xenos.
My men quickly took defensive position, the platoon command
taking the high ground in the ruins of a tower and the two other
squads that accompanied me looking for whatever cover they could
find. Personally I looked for the biggest bugs I could find and
went straight for their throats. Emperor be praised though that
they were far enough away from us that they would have to walk
straight into our gun line if they ever hoped to take us down.
We waited calmly, my men's training from our last campaign
kicking in as they fired at the biggest bugs they could find
with precision accuracy that was only to be expected by the
63rd. Well place lascannon shots from the infantry squads and
plasma gun shots from the vets that accompanied me
systematically weakened and took down a group of warriors that
appeared to be lead by a warrior prime. Though there was
something that smelled of witch heresy in the way that some of
the shots seemingly deflected off of a wall of force. However in
the process two of my loyal plasma gunners had died due to
plasma overheat, something that ill foreboded to me. Eventually
though we caused so much damage that they ran from our fury and
attempted to use the rest of their battle group as cover.
Though the battle wasn't over yet. We moved to regroup with the
rest of my forces as the rest of the Nids approached us
including a large group of termagaunts and hormagaunts, and two
zoanthropes which I could only assume was where the warriors
force field was coming from.
I was pleased to here the platoon commander, calm as ever
systematically ordering the infantry squad next to him fire into
the hormagaunts. The tune of first rank fire, second rank fire
ringing through my head, it was music to my ears. Though it
wasn't enough, as we had experienced many time there were just
to many bugs and it was impossible for us to take them all out
before they got to us.
But praise to the Emperor that we survived. Apperantly these
Nids had not adapted to the swampy conditions that surrounded
them, multiple times had they tried charging into us only to
find that the swap prevented them from moving as fast as they
needed to. They termagaunts though wrecked havoc among one of
the infantry squads, or at least they would have if not for the
cover in which they had found.
And even now I have trouble believing what I saw next. One of
the heretical xenos psykers turned towards the squad and fired
what appeared to be a ball of warp energy, surely enough to kill
even one of the Emperor's mighty Space Marines. How ever instead
of devastating the squad the ball of warp energy was deflected
by what seemed to be a golden shield in the shape of a hand.
I knew from that moment on that the Emperor was watching us, and
we could not fail in our duty to him.
I ordered the squad to retreat and regroup, which they did with
perhaps to much zeal. Then I started to hear a loud thunk coming
from outside the Chimera. Which to my surprise was the Nid
Warriors trying to break through the tank. Our squad disembarked
as the Chimera tried to gain distance from the warriors. As we
disembarked we unloaded into the warriors along with second
deployed infantry squad that had seen little action this battle
and was wanting to do the Emperor's duty. We finished them
easily, not even their xenos witchcraft could save them from the
Emperor's fury. However though my last plasma gunner had died in
the line of duty, also to plasma overheat. I would have to bring
this up with the tech priests afterwards, or perhaps there where
greater forces at work here trying to sabotage my operations.
The hormagaunts to my delight where also disposed of by the
platoon command squad who quickly moved to focus their fire on
the xenos psykers as per their training, using the combined fire
of their lasguns and melta-guns to take down the foul xenos.
The only thing let where the termagaunts, who without the power
of their xenos leaders to control them irrationally charged into
me and my men and in a furry of bites and scratches managed to
take down a few members of the squad. Though our retaliation
more than proved our point to the bugs. We would not back down,
we were the hammer of the Imperium. The squashed bug guts on my
power fist more than emphasized that point. Alas though there
where still bugs that needed to be taken care of, and in what I
can only describe as a great feat of heroism that could only be
inspired by their own faith in the emperor the second deployed
squad charged out of cover and without any care of the
possibility that there might be more bugs stabbed and bayoneted
the rest of the bugs.
While this was a small victory for the Imperium, it was still
important none the less. My men where in high spirits by the end
as we had suffered minimal casualties, and not a single squad
was entirely wiped out. Though most of my veteran accompaniment
was killed and the plasma guns where lost, the victory we
achieved more than compensated for that. Along with a sign of
the Emperor's intervention in this battle, I could only imagine
that more victories and good fortune will follow us.
We patrolled more ground to make sure that there where not
anymore Nids in the area. After we received the transmission
that the transport was repaired we headed back and loaded back
into the transport heading to the base that we would call home
until we were dead, or completed our mission. We headed there
with one thought in our minds, victory. With one singular
pursuit, victory. And with one message to the xenos and heretics
that inhabited this planet.
Run.
Imperial Guard Victory Mission 1
Purge the Alien
6-0
Guard Secondary Objectives: First Blood, Slay the Warlord
Tyranid Secondary Objectives: None
#Post#: 167--------------------------------------------------
Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: Erik Rickards Date: November 9, 2012, 2:19 am
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"Raising the swarm has proved more difficult than I
thought", I thought as I crested the hill. For three days and
nights I had traveled the arid hills around the den I had
hibernated in, and I had very little to show for it. My loyal
bodyguard of Warrior organisms had thankfully made planetfall
near my position, and a wandering brood of Zoanthropes had
tracked my psychic signal and brought along a brood of lesser
organisms. As I found more synaptic creatures, I could feel my
connection to the hive mind growing. This increase in my psychic
potential resulted in my detection of a large Tyranid presence
directly to the south of this mountain.
When I reached the top of the dusty hill, I was greeted by
a strange sight. There was a valley in front of me, as I had
detected, but the ground had a strange green, almost wet
appearance to it. This planet's geography was indeed peculiar.
But at least there was one thing I recognized. Guardsmen. My
first instinct was to charge down and devour the weaklings
myself, but my Zoanthropes bade me wait and observe. As they
analyzed the information they gained from observing the guard
(The senses of a Zoanthrope far exceed my own), they saw that,
as usual with most smaller organisms, they could not function
without a strong individual to guide them all. "If you want to
break them", they said, "find their lord". Commissar. I
instinctively remembered that title. The humans used to flock to
him when I commanded the boarding actions in the battle of
Falon's Regret so many years ago.
It appeared that they were lost, as they had set up
defensive positions around what appeared to be their mother
creature and were constantly scurrying around with different
tools, trying to find a way home. As we moved down to the
valley, the sturdy feeling of rock had left. This green matter
had a strange sensation on my claws, different then the steel
and plastic of the other battlefields I had traversed. I did not
like it. I decided I should not worry any more about the
landscape of the battle, however. What mattered now was finding
the commissar and making an example of him.
I willed the Zoanthropes to take control of their brood and
push into the left flank, killing their junior officers, while I
would push down the right with my personal guard. But as I made
for a small grove of local flora, I witnessed a sight most
strange. A green monstrous lifeform had crawled up to the
commissar, and the lord willingly walked inside! As it closed
it's mouth and began belching smoke, it made it's way around the
camp. I decided this new beast was my target. If the human's
leaders would offer themselves up to it in sacrifice, then
surely it is valuable to them. Ready for battle, I moved out of
the trees and made for the behemoth, but almost instantaneously
an intense red beam ripped through the warrior to my side.
before I could react, the slug-like critter hurled three bright
blue balls of plasma at me. I could hear the screams of the
dying inside it, but it's fear tactics would not work on a prime
such as myself.
Nevertheless, I decided that I could not walk directly into
their fortifications. I ran to the side of a decrepit building
between our two positions to oversee the swarm. Our Zoanthropes
were thankfully of a special brood unique to Hive Colossus.
Rather than focusing solely on destruction, they could use their
massive wills to alter reality. This time they mustered their
strength and managed to create a dome around us of pure force,
that protected us from all but the most deadly weapons. But
strangely, as we closed the distance between our two armies,
disaster struck. "What trickery is this!?", I thought as the
ground beneath our feet turned to slush. It was as if we were
walking through the pools of sludge that would accumulate in our
old spawning chambers. This change took even us by surprise, and
our assault crumbled in our most crucial moment. As the brood of
gaunts tried to free itself from the muck, the guardsmen found
their resolve and began pounding small beams of light into the
horde, which slowly did their work. The green monster found us
again, and began spitting blue flame into my carapace, but at a
much slower rate than before. Enraged, I bellowed a challenge to
the emerald monstrosity, and broke free of the oozing ground to
charge forwards and rend the head from the beast.
I had completed my objective, I thought. now, the humans
are done for. I looked to the side and realized a few gaunts had
broken out of the treacherous ground and ripped into a guardsmen
brood, and the weak humans turned tail and ran. "Just as
planned!", I thought to myself. But what happened next confused
me greatly. The great, disfigured colossus began to limp away
and spat out the commissar! Seeing their other leader was enough
for the guardsmen to rally, and My Zoanthropes told me what must
be done. As the humans began to fire upon me, I took two small
wounds from a standard weapon and threw myself dramatically to
the ground, as the Zoanthropes did the same. There we lay, as we
listened to the last gaunts die. I would be sure to plan
accordingly next time, and the traitorous "grass" as they called
it would never threaten me again. I waited until they left, and
me and the Zoanthropes got up and continued to the psychic
signal.
Tyranid Defeat Mission 1
Purge the Alien
6-0
Guard Secondary Objectives: First Blood, Slay the Warlord
Tyranid Secondary Objectives: None
Warlord went down... 2 Feat points left.
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Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: synapse.bioform.1988-k Date: November 9, 2012, 12:15 pm
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i have arive on the matierial plane yet again in search of
relics of power for lord Tzeentch, and what joy upon my arival
to find a lot of Space Marines loyal to Khorne. shurly my
master could not begrudge me a bit of mischief. we poise in the
warp ready to decend on them we will decimate them show them the
true power of lord Tzeentch, enlighten them with flame. and i
shall grow there anger perhaps they will be of use later as
fodder amongst my plots.
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Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: synapse.bioform.1988-k Date: November 9, 2012, 12:46 pm
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waiting in the warp i feel the jelosy of lord Tzeentch and know
while he will not deny me this pleasure he will no doubt have
manipulations of his own. as i feel this in my soul all of my
pink horrors are striped away from me and cast into the
matierial too soon, i feel Lord Tzeentch smile inside me his
mischeif played out and i hear him chide " always plan for
treachery my son". oddly i am not angered Tzeentch has given me
the gift of proving my abilitys to plot and i will not fail him.
i order the horrors into two groups one to gain the power souce
away from the enemy as a guarentee, and the other lead by my
Changling to cause mischief amongst the enemy and seek out the
power sources they control. the horrors take up positions
perfectly and the changling orders a strong burst of flame
showing these Khorne worshippers the true power of Magic and
dropping 4 of there pathetic 5 man team. the marines retaliate
impitantly killing only one horror the mindless beast not even
realizing its death.however a daemon engine has flown ontu the
field this beast will prove troublesome i know. yet now my
planes come into fruition as my personal Flamers reach the
battlefield with me. my flamers fall perfictly en range of there
lords unit close enough to burn but far enough to not risk
mishaps. i fly into the field and unleash a powerful bust of
energy at the daemon engine and it shrugs off my attempts, fool
he knows not the plans i have for him. the changling moves in
to take the marines power killing the remaining oaf. again we
are fired upon one of my flamers is woundeeed but will persist
and i myself take damage from that accursed engine dropping me
from the sky. the marines atttempt to run me down a lay a wall
of flames before them and there resolve falters ending there
foolish charge, though non were wounded. i take to the air again
and lay waste to the marines below me in a cocintrated effort
with my Changling lighting them ablaze. my flamers fly acroos
the lords unit finding the best position to set the aflame
leaving only the lord alive. the daemon engine fly's past me
attempting to drop me from the sky again but i do not allow this
it would enterfier with my plans. the lord moves away from my
flamers and taunts me, simple creature worshiping anger he falls
efortlessly into my plot. my flamer eliet take the last power
source to be found here. i land as though to accept this lords
martial challege as he braces for my charge i light the fool
asunder in Tzeentch's glorious flame. my treachery enraging the
brute so greatly that he clings to life as his daemon engine
returns to carry its fallen master to safety. i calmly step
aside and allow this to transpire it is after all, just as
planed
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Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: FlamingDeth Date: November 10, 2012, 2:48 am
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While our treacherous brethren may well be on this forgotten
world, it is clear that they are not the only threat lurking. As
my initial landing party scouted forward to learn the geography
before we encountered our target, we found ourselves caught in
an ambush. Metal monstrosities, bearing a vague resemblance to a
human skeleton, began to rise out of the very ground we stood
on, and marched towards us, their weapons belching sickly green
energy.
The battle was short. My men maneuvered their Rhinos into
position, and through massed fire, we decimated one of their
detachments, though not without cost. Their weapons tore through
one of our transports with ease, leaving many of our brothers
stranded close to the remaining enemy squad. We rushed to their
aid, but arrived to late, as they began mindlessly pummeling our
warriors into the ground.
A foolish sergeant rushed in front of me to engage what appeared
to be their leader, being swiftly crushed as his power sword
skittered worthlessly across the carapace of the abomination. I
attempted to intervene, and while my men and I took down several
of the enemy's number, the energy field of my Rosarius began to
flicker and fade under the barrage of strikes, until I was
overwhelmed.
I awoke in the regeneration chambers of my apothecary. It seems
that after my fall, the monsters simply disappeared. In the mean
time, reports have filtered in that imperial forces and enemies
of all varieties have made planetfall -- it seems that for
whatever reason, this world is hotly contested. As such, I have
sent my personal command squad back to the Rock to requisition
use of the Sacred Standard of Retribution, and I have refined
our Litanies of Hatred for use towards this new enemy. Vengeance
shall be ours, as it always is.
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Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: FlamingDeth Date: November 10, 2012, 9:24 pm
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Having finally had a chance to read through the entire thread,
Serbs and Phosis have some pretty awesome stuff, if that counts
towards their story teller achievements.
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Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: AlaskanHitman Date: November 11, 2012, 2:41 am
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Sorry for the late post, but here is my round 1 narrative.
Keith - Dark Eldar (Solar Cult) vs. Ken - Adeptis Mechanicus
(Tech Heresy) / Dark Eldar Win (6-2 victory points)
0800hrs. - Ilmaea gathered information from his Lugganathian
brothers about a small group of humans that were setting up camp
on a location not far from his current position. Ilmaea figured
this would be the opportunity he was looking for to train a
bunch of new recruits that had been waiting to prove themselves
to the Solar cult. Knowing this he brought a small group
consisting of a Venom with a 5-man squad of Kabalites, a Raider
for his own personal chariot along with a group of Wyches so he
could surround himself with women as how could he push them away
after the spectacular night they provided for him less then 6
hours ago. A Ravager was also commissioned to provide heavy
firepower incase it was needed.
1200hrs. - Ilmaea used a little trick he had learned earlier in
his battles and infiltrated on to the field close to some humans
set up in a ruin. Being close enough to them Ilmaea realized
their leader must be at the top of the ruins as he could see and
hear someone barking orders to those below. The Raider opened
it's Aether sails and went bore towards the ruins with the
Ravager taking up midfield along with the Venom. The 5-man
squad hung back in some ruins watching the events play out in
front of them as they were soaking up the enemies movements and
relaying them to Ilmaea. A Heavy weapon team sat on top of the
ruins and were the first casualty of the day as this was the
foremost threat that needed removed from the battlefield. The
humans were caught off guard and attempted to shoot back with no
avail.
The Ravager and Venom found another group of humans perched in
cover on a hill and eliminated half of their numbers. Ilmaea
knew this was his moment to shine so he jumped out of the Raider
with the Wyches closely behind, running into the ruins and
shouting, "Don't kill, just maim, we can use them for further
information!" Ilmaea then locked eyes with the one who was
barking orders and knew it would be quick work when he saw the
human gulp right before running into him. Unfortunately, the
Wyches did not coordinate their attacks and went various
directions into multiple units and lost a few sisters to
incoming fire before achieving hand to hand combat.
While fighting a roar could be heard in the skies. Looking over
his shoulder Ilmaea could see a winged armor cockpit arriving
onto the battlefield. It shot at the transport Ilmaea had just
leaped out of and blew it up. The human leader was brave and
fought back but failed to prevail and fell on the field as
Ilmaea's poisoned power whip wrapped around the human's arm and
removed it almost surgically from it's torso. Their leader gave
way to pain and fell allowing Ilmaea to turn to see how the rest
of his group of Wyches had faired. Seeing two humans standing
and a Wyche behind him, he pulled the Wyche close to him into
the shadows of the ruins an embrace that was felt for a second
time in less than a days time! The Ravager shot at the air
support, they missed! While the venom laid waste to the rest of
the unit they fired at earlier.
Their air support attempted to shoot the Ravager glacing it.
The 5-man squad broke silence on the comms and reported a bunch
of humans wearing penal colony outfits outflanking their
position and called for back up. Ilmaea knew he could not help
as his transport was lost only moments earlier so he directed
his attention to the last two humans and put them out of their
misery. The Ravager and Venom got into position to shoot at the
outflankers and removed a few from it's squad. The Ravager was
lost to the heavy fire of the air support.
The 5-man squad was cut down by the outflankers as Ilmaea could
hear their screams over the comms he laughed and thought how
they may still be of use. A Haemonoculi never has enough test
subjects! Ilmaea shot at the flyer but could not target it.
The Venom finished off the outflankers but put it's self in
harm's way of the air support sacrificing itself. The air ship
turned it's attention to Ilmaea and shot. Ilmaea was hit! A
lascannon broke through the shield generated by his power
supply, knocking him on the ground and writhing in pain. The
lone Wyche pulled Ilmaea into the shadows and out of sight of
fire. The air ship must have realized there were no troops left
to support or possibly received a call from it's command and
left the battlefield allowing the lone Wyche and Ilmaea to call
in a transport to gather the fallen victims and get back to the
Solar Cult.
"Today the Solar Cult claims victory!" "The fallen have proven
useful not in life but afterlife," roared Ilmaea.
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