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#Post#: 180--------------------------------------------------
Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: Jarrod Zerbe Date: November 11, 2012, 4:17 am
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Other than my own (Screw you guys! :P), I gotta say Spencer's
Necrons vs. Iron Hands batrep is my favorite.
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Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: techheresy Date: November 11, 2012, 9:19 pm
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“All teams in position Sgt.?” “yes commander the platoon is
prepared and awaiting contact with the xenos.” The Sgt. Stated
plainly, “And the ahem penal squad is scouting ahead but I have
reservations about this contact.” “Your concerns are noted
sergeant, and about Vindication?” “Your transport awaits in case
of complications commander.” The commander surveyed the field
the dark eldar had a post near their deployment zone, scans
could only estimate somewhere near the plain. Vallidus took
stock of the situation, this contact was risky he knew it, Magos
Dulei knew it, the repercussions should other imperial entities
on world discover could lead to unnecessary conflicts. Sighing
a prayer to the Omnissiah he donned his combat armour a flexible
suit of armor plast with a insignia of the Machine Cult,
decorated with some medals of note that established his career
as a senior officer and then lifted the flap of his tent and
march to the front line.
Commander Vallidius reached a ruined structure and signaled the
heavy weapon team’s spotter. “Sir I see two ships in the
distance skimmers venom and ravager class skimmers.” “No
transports? Speak up!” Vallidius just realized that he had been
outmaneuvered, “Archons do not travel in simple venoms. Shit!”
He was right immediately to his left a raider slipped into real
space and began spiting black death into his infantry squad, in
conjunction the venom’s crew slaughtered his personal guard.
“Shit neurotoxins well played Xenos well played.” The Skitarri
master knew the next step in this battle close combat, at which
he had a disadvantage due to the speed of the enemy, the noose
slipped tighter. It seems that I will need vindication.
“Platoon First Rank Fire! Second Rank Fire! “ barked the platoon
commander a young officer then immediately his vox cut out to
only the laughter of women and slashing of blades. Vallidius
stood to see the archon or rather the shadows enveloping him and
brandishing a long blade in a duelists pose. “Well I guess this
is our contact.”, Riktor chuckled and swung in a vain attempt to
connect with the Archon knowing it was futile.
Across the field Sargent Carter and his infantry squad stayed in
cover trying to avoid the bursts of the venom and ravager. “Shit
two more down!” “Sarge vindication is intercepting 400 meters !”
shouted the vox caster. “Finally! Any word on the penal squad?”
“Yes Sir they apparently have flanked the rear squad.”
“Excellent maybe we won’t die like sheep!” “Go! Stay down wait
for Vindication to open a opportunity.”
Suddenly from the skies on wings of fire descended the
Vindication a mighty machine armed the might of the Omnissiahs
light potent enough to purge vehicles with its gaze. With a
litany of prayer the techpriest unleashed its wrath on the
raider first increase its speed towards the Archons position.
Riktor was bleeding profusely and could only hear the laughter
of the archon in which ever tongue the Xenos spoke. Before the
Archon could strike the final blow, Riktor groaned a litany of
his cult. “Omnissiah take your servant to cradle of the stars.”
And then a flash of light cracked rupturing the floor of the
structure with the stench of burning flesh and the tang of
metal; lights of far off lands appeared and distorted in seconds
Riktor disappeared via teleportium to his battle barge broken
and shattered.
Still on the battle field Vindication was glassing what remained
of the Dark Eldar machinations with volley upon volley of
lascannon fire. Evading the volleys of dark energy from the
ravager and returning fire in a duel. In the enemy deployment
zone the penal battalion surrounded the kabalite warriors with
volley upon volley of lasgun fire marked with scars and tattoos
of various gangs and marks of shame from their respected forge
worlds each finding salvation in the heat of battle fighting for
the Omnissiah. After seizing the ruin a venom came forward and
cut the squad down. For upon the blood soaked plains of Falon’s
Regret only the wings of vindication filled the skies.
In the medical bay of a battle barge Magos Dulei was commanding
a squad of medicae servitors in the process of surgery. “Life
signs critical, internal organs toxic , blood failing to clot.”
Buzzed the auspex machine, Dulei shouted, “remove failing organs
replace with cogitators and filters. Replace arm with bionic
limbs stat!” “toxins are purging mistress.” After several hours
on implants and modifications to the patient Riktor Vallidius
awoke once more. “Magos I have awoken.”
#Post#: 191--------------------------------------------------
Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: Erik Rickards Date: November 12, 2012, 1:25 am
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I know we don't have to do battle reports for every battle, but
I want to keep my personal story going, so here goes.
Battle 2 Before
Action Report
Over the next few days I felt the Hive Fleet grow nearer and
nearer. Although I was “sad” in a sense to feel my newfound
freedom draining away, I knew it was the will of the Hive Mind
and it put me at ease. I could feel my emotions draining away
and being replaced with vast amounts of sheer, cold
intelligence.
We tracked the mysterious synapse presence for miles, and soon
reached another rocky mountain.
“I see someone has finally received my signal”, said a
mysterious voice.
I responded. “I am rallying the remnants of Colossus to make
way for the new fleet. Come out so you may join us.”
“I will be of no use to your army. But I have information that
you must receive.”
“Out with it.”
“Just before our descent years ago, I was tasked with defending
a Malanthrope who carried valuable genetic tissue necessary to
spawn some of our most powerful creatures. During our fall,
however, Anti-air fire destroyed our brood. My legs were
mutilated, and I have lain here in the hills for a hundr-“
“Your status is irrelevant. What of the Malanthrope?”
“Of course. The Malanthrope was damaged in the fall and was
unable to accept that the fleet was destroyed. He traveled
around these mountains creating digestion pools and spawning
chambers aimlessly. Recently, however, I have not detected his
signal. I can only assume he has been killed.”
“And I am to find his corpse?”
“What’s left of it, at least. It is of little use to us, but I
understand the Ordo Xenos is in the system. They must not be
allowed to claim the body.”
“Ordo Xenos?”
“Ah, you have not had the chance to fully absorb the Hive
Mind’s wisdom. It will come in time. These humans seek to
understand other species, such as us. If they take the corpse,
they’ll have a replica of several special strains unique to
Colossus, including your own.”
“Then time is of the essence. I go.”
#Post#: 192--------------------------------------------------
Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: Za Raapini Date: November 12, 2012, 1:55 am
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From the Personal Logs of Marnimius Stacia, Star Phantoms 3rd
Company Captain
It is indicative of a chapter that has suffered so much in such
a short time that we would be sent here with so few men. While
my men have performed as well as can be expected here, sometimes
it feels like it simply is not enough. At times, I feel as
though the Chapter Master may have erred in promoting me from
the Vanguard to the captaincy of the Third Company.
But while these thoughts lie at the back of my mind, the mission
presses onward. After a disastrous tactical exercise with our
brothers in the Iron Hands and Dark Angels, we were deployed on
a scouting mission to an abandoned desert town, to try and
achieve several objectives. As we conducted our patrol through
the area, a sense of foreboding came upon all of us, and it soon
became clear that we were not alone in this area.
A small patrol of the xenos identified as Tau appeared in the
area, and we quickly moved to respond. The foreboding sense came
to form in the shape of a Hammerhead tank, and only Brother
Tarnac had the means to effectively disable it. While the Fire
Warriors stood no chance against us, their tank caused us no end
of trouble, and after the battle, it was only through the
determined efforts of Apothecary Ridel that we can still be
considered at full strength.
Their damnable leader proved to be incredibly difficult to put
down as well, for despite my best efforts, my power sword failed
to penetrate his armor and land a killing blow. He was
remarkably ineffective at harming us, but whilst we remained
locked in combat, their tank began wiping out my flank.
Desperate to salvage something from this endeavor, I pulled from
the combat with their leader, and began ensuring their soldiers
could not take a foothold in our area. As I finished purging
them, I turned to see them all gone, with a dozen injured
Brothers in their wake. I was disappointed, not in the actions
of my brothers, who performed admirably throughout the battle,
but in myself, for not being the leader that they needed.
Clearly, I required more seasoning.
I sought an audience with Iron Father Veyland, so that we might
once again take to the field of battle for a training exercise.
I brought with me my preferred armaments from my time in the
Vanguard, and traded speed in combat for the assurances of
killing blows. Ready to take the field against them, I observed
that the Iron Father had received many more implants since we
last met, and readied myself for the prospect of a dual with
him.
My brothers held their objective with determination, and it soon
became clear that we would have to walk into the gun line to
achieve victory. Veyland called me out for a dual, a prospect I
was eager to agree with, for I had much to make up for from our
last encounter. Unfortunately, I was knocked out during the
fight, and everything that happened afterward was relayed to me
by my men. It appeared that we had managed to break their
resolve, and that victory had been ours. While this was welcome
news, it still shook me that this was now two fights against
Veyland that I had not walked away from.
In the lull between assignments, we met for a third time on the
field of battle, in a trench system that had long been
abandoned. The exercise was an absolute disaster, and I am
beginning to wonder if my chapter will achieve glory here, or if
we are doomed to suffer once more in the Emperor’s Holy Name.
It is now time to close this log for now. We have received
orders to clear out an infestation of Tyranids in the ruins of
Eristus Prime. The portends are not welcoming, and I wonder if I
shall return alive from this next battle.
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Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: Erik Rickards Date: November 12, 2012, 2:02 am
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Battle 2 After Action Report
I made my way to the ruins where I would most likely find
the Malanthrope’s body very carefully. My Zoanthropes had been
detecting an increasing amount of life forms as we drew nearer,
which could only mean that enemies had found the
information-rich corpse as well. I was not afraid though, for my
growing connection with the hive mind afforded me unprecedented
control of my troops.
As we reached the ruins, I caught a glimpse of the humans.
They must have known we were coming, for I could see their
bizarre mechanical bodies lined up behind a newly constructed
wall. There was no other conclusion I could come to. They had
set up a field laboratory and would begin experimenting on the
malanthrope very soon. I must not allow that to happen.
Formulating a strategy as I went, I got into position behind a
ruined building with my horde. I willed my Biovores to move into
some nearby ruins and cover our advance with acidic spore mines,
and my Zoanthropes joined me to form the core of my army.
We moved forwards quickly and were upon the enemy before
they could fully prepare. I had decided I would throw my horde
of gaunts at them, and in the confusion take the relic
personally and escape with my Zoanthropes. If the unknown
creature was right about the Malanthrope’s spawning pits, I
could easily recreate the lost gaunts later.
They opened fire as soon as they were ready, and just as I
planned, aimed for the gaunts sprinting towards them. As I
scanned the battlefield, I spotted the torso of a Malanthrope
lying in between the two forces and began making my way towards
it.
As the enemies began to pour into the gaunts with their
lasguns (the Hive Mind had recently taught me much about enemy
weaponry), my Biovores began to rain down acid upon them. Even
from this distance, I could hear the sweet sound of human
screams as their flesh melted fro their bones.
But then the battle took an unexpected turn. An imperial
gunship zoomed in to the flank and spat intense lasers into my
Biovores, killing them instantly. This time, however, I had a
counter to their heavy weaponry. I willed a brood of gaunts to
get in between me and the gunship, and the vermin gladly soaked
up all of the high-powered shots so that I might remain safe.
When we reached the body, I decided it was time to execute the
next phase. I broke off from the gaunts, and picked up the
Malanthrope’s body in my claws and went to the remaining
Zoanthrope.
“It’s time to go”
The last gaunts threw themselves onto the guard, but
their small numbers could only do so much. The gunship turned to
face me, and opened up with a full salvo of lasers just as the
Zoanthrope opened its psychic gate and I narrowly escaped.
Tyranid Victory Round 1-Battle 2
the Relic
3-1
Guard Secondary Objectives: First Blood
Tyranid Secondary Objectives: None
Warlord took relic. Back up to three feat points!
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Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: Syresyphirin Date: November 13, 2012, 2:23 am
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Journals of Epistolary Luriziel : Falon's Regret : Entry 3
I awoke in Forward Fortress Heaven's Fall. Even now, my head
still rattles with the pain of the warp energies I was exposed
to. Manifesting my psychic powers has proven exceedingly
difficult on Falon's Regret, and I have no doubt that it has to
do with machinations of chaos. My failure to fight against their
intrusions into my connection with the warp has cost me the
lives of several battle brothers today.
Squad Raphael and a team from Squad Malachai, along with a
whirlwind, were attached to me during a reconnaissance mission
into a set of heresy era ruins 50 kilometers north east of
Heaven's fall. The area was brought to my attention during
cursory sensor scans of the planet. Several high energy readings
indicated that there remained a significant power source within
the city complex. Being so close to the Dark Angels position, it
was vital to know what this power source was, and more
importantly, what it was powering.
As my squads descended upon the ruins we were met with the
scarred edifices of long dead imperial architecture. Buildings
erected long before the Ecclesiarchy, and their love for the
baroque. Every block, every brick, was a testament to our
ancestors who claimed this planet 10,000 years ago during the
Emperor's Great Crusade. I allowed myself to take in the sights
even as an unnatural calm troubled my mind. It is a mistake I
swear to never repeat. Before Squads Raphael and Malachai could
regroup to concentrate our efforts they were upon us. Orks.
They came in two great waves. One assailing my position with
Squad Raphael, and the other raged towards Malachai's men. As
the green tide approached I summoned my powers in an effort to
bolster the already impressive skill of my squad. For reasons I
have yet to comprehend, the warp energies backfired, sending a
wave a raw psychic power through my mind. It was clear that my
failure had physically effected the battle gear of my brothers.
Their bolters failed them and the whirlwind incomprehensibly hit
dry land in an ocean of orks.
Before I could recover from this mental strain, the orks were
upon us in close combat. Again I opened myself to the warp to
channel fatal power into my force sword, and again, before I
could strike even a single cursed ork the energies of the warp
turned on me. My mind reeled from this second assault by the
energies of chaos, and I was left swimming within the chasms of
my own mind. I am ashamed to say I remember no more of our
battle with the orks.
After action reports by Veteran Sergeant Raphael indicate that
seven of his men were killed in their effort to pull my body
from the front lines. It is my great regret to record here all
five of the brothers from Malachai's squad were killed in
action. Before being forced to withdrawal from the city complex
Squad Raphael, and the whirlwind were able to utterly decimate
the first wave of orks, sending the survivors fleeing into the
distance. Their exemplary performance after my fall makes it
clear to me that my connection to the warp is a liability on
this forsaken planet.
In future operations I will have to restrain my use of psychic
powers, not only for my soul, but for the lives of my men. For
this reason, I have had my terminator armor made ready. A great
sorrow consumes my mind. I will drown that sorrow in the blood
of orks and cultists.
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Re: Round one missives and narratives
By: FerrusManus Date: November 13, 2012, 5:47 pm
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Writings of Iron Father Vaylund, Clan Karguul Iron Hands
Iron In Mind and Body: Part II
My armor is rent and torn, and it will require many hours of
work to repair the damage done to it. Yet it has endured the
trial that was set before it just as i have. I look around and
see my brothers moving through the smoke the smell of daemonic
filth still in the air. It saddens me to see some of them lay
still and unmoving, they will not rise again.... but through
their gene seed others will rise to take their place. As i Look
around i see through the smoke Brother Makos making his way
towards me. " My Lord....I...The Emperor was surely with us this
day, I saw you wade into the enemy and watched as they fell like
wheat before the scythe" I turned to face him " Sergeant what
you saw was duty performed with the strength that pnly the
machine can grant and one day you will know the same strength"
My mind races back to the begining of the battle, I saw the
scouts go down in a inferno of flame and soon followed by me and
my squad. As i saw my brothers fall something was loosed, all
the hatred I have for these filth was unleashed and it filled me
with a purity of purpose that only hatred for the unclean can
bring. My hand could not be stayed, daemon after daemon fell to
my blade and every blow they landed was turned aside. I swept
through the lesser ones as though they were children thrown into
the fires of war. They whispered to my soul and but i saw
through every lie and pushed onwards.
As i fought on i suddenly felt the ground shake with and impact
as a creature of monsterous size hit the ground near me. I
turned to see the form of the warp itself, the creature seemed
to smile to itself and point its staff to me. If this creature
wanted to end me it would not find me to be easy prey, the
battle was fierce and i was unsure as to whether this would be
my last fight in the Emperors service. If it was to be so then i
would sell my life dearly and take this hell spawned filth with
me. "For the Emperor and the Gorgon!!" spewed out of my mouth as
i threw myself at the beast. Hatred and strength flowed through
my veins and blows were struck and blocked faster than the eye
could follow.
As i looked upon the form of the beast before me i came around
to its face. " Know this filth, for every lie I will respond
with the truth of the Emperor, Every temptation with the
Unrelenting will of Iron and steel. When you reach the hell that
you came from remember that although you cloth yourself in flesh
to do the will of your masters that their is a truth you must
know. The Flesh is Weak" With that i Let the axe cleave its
skull in two.
...As my mind rushes to the present i realize that i have not
seen the end of that monster. He may have been banished but he
will return. When he does he will find me waiting..
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Round two pre battle narative
By: rogue tau Date: November 18, 2012, 4:22 pm
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Commander Nightstalker strode up the steps to the command center
in his personal Eclipse battle cruiser. He had been summoned to
the helm to respond to a long range transmission from their Lord
Ethereal O'Vashan. The Sha'so activated the private transmition
screen to view the "eyes only" message from his Ethereal. The
screen lit up with the face of the ethereal.
"Commander, our central fleet has made contact with a small
eldar craft world know as AUREUS-SCORPIUS. These golden
Scorpions, as they call themselves have agreed to establish
trade relations and provide millitary support to one another in
the case of war. As such the Eldar have dispatched an
detachment of elite troops to assist in your investigation of
the unknown planet. As part of the treaty all recovered Eldar
artifacts are to be turned over to the Farseer who will be
acompanying you and all natural resources will be shared with
our new allies. Your guest will be arriving shortly. I expect
you to treat them with respect and generosity as if i myself
were to grace your presence. You have surved me well
Nightstalker. I am proud to have you as my right hand, an
instrument of the greater good of the Tau empire. May we
inherite the stars."
The transmition closed as Nightstalker smiled. He was honored to
receive the praise of an etheal. His thought were inturupted
however by a mesenger from the helm. "Shas'o we are receiving
long range transmitions from a small eldar fleet. They request
premision to aproach and board our vessel. Their leader requests
a personal audience with you."
"Premission granted. The Eldar are to be our new allies in this
campain. Tell them I will be in the docking bay to personaly
greet their Farseer."
"It will be done Shas'o"
With that the air cast oficer hurried off to report the
commanders orders. Nightstalker hurried to prepare himself for
their guests arival. Moments later He waited in the docking
bay. Sharply dressed Elite fire warrior body guards stood to
attention with their black armor cleanly polished and their
pulse carbines in top condition. The deck trembled slightly as
the eldar transport docked with the Tau capital ship. The hiss
of the airlock could be heard as the hatch smothly opened.
Twenty-four Eldar dire avenders strode forth and lined up on
either side of the air lock. They were folled by the Farseer
himself accompanied by six Elite striking Scorpions acting as a
personal guard. The Farseer strode forward his white robes
flowing around his red-gold armor studed with black gemstones.
In his hand he held a magnificent singing spear.
Nightstalker could feel a strange aura around the farseer. He
felt sensations in his head unfamiliar to him. It was almost
like being in the presence of an Ethereal but different somehow.
Then he remembered, This must be what is refered to as a
psycher. A being with magical powers unknow to the Tau race.
Nightstalker steped forward to greet the farseer.
"Welcome Farseer we just received word of your comming momments
before your ships arived. I understand your are here to assist
our forces and report to your craftworld the events of this
campain. We will provide whatever is needed to you and your
Elites if posible to ensure your stay is pleasent."
"That will not be necesary, our craft world has provided
everthing we could posibly desire. I desired only no meet you
in person to see the leader I am to work with. I can see you
are a talented leader if not a bit careless. I myself have
special talents that will improve the efectiveness of your units
in combat. Our elites troops will complement yours well I am
sure. My only request know is to personaly go planet side to
see this planet. Our scans indicate imperial guard in the near
area. To avoid drawing attention I will be acompanied only by
Elite Avengers. I would sugest the same for your detachment, and
as your habit has been, make sure your favored hovertank is well
cloaked and do not bring more than one this is merely a
reconisance mission. I will know be returning to the comfort of
my own craft thank you. I look forward to seeing your troops in
action planet side. Farewell Nightstalker and I apreciate the
effort on your part to provide a civil greating I cant say I
have met many out side the Eldar who respect our race as they
should."
The farseer then turned to leave. After the ship departed
Nightstalker when to prepare his troops for the mission to come
and ensure his personal suit was again fully functional after
the run in with the star phantom tactical marines.
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Round 2 Official Game Batrep
By: Jarrod Zerbe Date: December 3, 2012, 10:21 pm
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The cold returns as the adrenal spike of battle fades. My
damaged armor whines in protest as I regain my feet. I'm too
old for this. A migraine ferociously takes up residence behind
my forehead; I had pulled power from the Warp too fast, and the
fragile meat of my brain was punishing me in turn.
My damaged armor impedes me as I wave to the remnants of my
attendant Guard squad. Blowing snow has already started to
cover the gravitic jetbike lying broken twenty meters away, its
former occupant digging a furrow through the drifted snow before
it came to rest. The Guardsmen approach warily, but this last
remaining Eldar has no fight left, lying concussed and bloodied
on the frozen ground. I command the Guard sergeant preparing to
deliver the deathblow to stay his hand.
I lean in over the defeated Eldar, noting his ornate armor and
the great lance he had wielded with such precise ferocity mere
moments before. His mind is weakened at this moment from his
injuries, and I invade his mind without hesitation. I see in
his mind the reason why we were suddenly attacked.
"Know this, Eldar warrior. You were successful in spiriting
away that bauble you spent the blood of your force to protect.
One lone bike managed to escape. While this is, perhaps, a
victory for your people, it means nothing to me. We should have
been allies against the Great Enemy on this planet, but no
longer."
"Restrain him, and see he comes to no harm from your men, or
you will all answer to me," I told the Guard sergeant. As the
sergeant began to truss the Eldar like some downed game bird, I
spoke again to the fallen Eldar.
"Whatever accomplishments or feats of arms you have attained in
life are ended and meaningless now. You will give up all that
you know to me, and you will betray your own in the process.
Your people will curse your name, and there will be no pity when
the last shreds of your existence are sluiced out of the drains.
You are now subject to the ministrations of the Inquisition,
and they will not be denied, even if it takes years to finish
stripping your mind of all its secrets." I could see the fear
in it's eyes then, the first step to breaking it already
completed.
-------- Personal journal entry
Inquisitor Stefan Satriani
Falon's Regret campaign
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