*Forest clearing further out of the battleground* The Imperial forces had begun their bombardment and were in the final stages of prepping for the arrival of the Astartes. Castus Bones, a Vindicare who had up until now been monitoring the Ork forces on his own, now found himself amongst the thunderous artillery line that had finally commenced it's bombardment of the greenskins. His attention soon turned from the Orks gathering to the influx of heat signatures his visor had picked up further behind the Orks. He slung his rifle across his back and began his dash around the battlefield, investigating this new threat was his priority and he had no intentions to fail.
*In the depths of space, on the edge of the system, the fabric of reality itself began to tear, as violently, a mass sailed out of the hellish planes of the Immaterium, it's journey through the Great Ocean complete. This vessel, though once made and kept by human hands, has long since felt the touch of the Warp, it's hull and weaponry glowing with the taint of daemonic powers, it's brutish ancient form bearing scars from battles fought millenia ago. Plowing it's way through the void, World Bleeder, a Gloriana-Class Battleship dating back to the time of the Great Heresy, came closer and closer to the Antaris IV. Within the depths of this ship, many foul creatures and monstrous soldiers stalked through the desolate hallways, silent in their business, yet in the ship's bridge was buzzing with activity. All around the room, servitors, clearly marked in service to the ruinous powers, moved back and forth, providing their minor tasks to keep the crew and ship running smoothly, as various members of the crew called back orders and notifications to one another. In the center of it all was Adrien Gollatus, former captain in the Imperial Navy, now branded a renegade, who oversaw the entirety of the bridges activity. He called up a holo-projection of the upcoming planet, and the orbital activity occurring over it's surface, showing his annoyance at the sudden appearance of the Greenskin's Space Hulk. Their orders, coming from the Sovereign of the Vanguard himself, was to move close enough towards the world, so that the sorcerers onboard could do their duties. He watched various reports come up, showing the ship's readiness for combat, should the need arise, which when dealing with Imperials, he knew it most likely would, when suddenly he heard a hellish roar of an engine, silencing all activity in the bridge, as it echoed out from the back of the room. There, in the shadows, sitting atop his bronze throne, was the true lord of this vessel, Bruticus the Bloodwrencher, one of the Sovreign's most trusted warriors, his armor gleaming in the dim light of the control room, as he suddenly stood up, and walked forward. Adrien felt his heart rate increase, despite his service under the traitor astartes now measuring nearly ten years. He could not shake the terror such beings radiated, their forms closer to primitive gods of war then to that of men, yet he attempted to control his fear, and managed to keep his voice calm and steady, as he turned to speak with the Chaos lord. "Is there a problem my lord?" "When shall we be within range? I grow impatient of these enclosed spaces, and we are on a schedule." "We are approaching at the best speed we can manage my lord, while trying to remain relativly under the radar. I think you can agree, a single ship like this, being caught by an Imperial fleet would not be the best of fates for ones such as you and I." *Bruticus grunted, whether his approval or frustration, Adrien dared not ask. They stood there, for approximately twenty long, quiet minutes, staring at the world before them, before a hissing of opening doors was heard, and a new figure entered the room. This one made everyone in the room pause to stare, for the large form that entered was the closest to the Ruinous God's forms then any of them would ever see. This creature, was undoubtedly bird like, in that the massive wings that stayed folded on it's back were feathered, yet that was where the similarities ended. With massive talons on his feet, claws the size of mortal men, and horns the size of tank barrels, the robed daemon prince of Tzeentch walked forward, his staff in hand, their air around him, electrified and radiating with a dark aura, as if reality bent to the daemon's will upon command. Bruticus moved forward, clearly on edge, as most would be when meeting with one of such immeasurable power, and when reaching before the daemon he spoke.* "Ank-Khar, I assume we are within range?" "This distance is sufficient servant of Khorne, We will proceed with the next phase of the plan when you are ready." *The daemon's voice was cold as ice, yet smooth as silk, his words hanging in the ears of all who heard them. Bruticus nodded, and turned back to Adrien, motioning for him to go to the intercom.* "Summon the Fist of the Eight-Point Star, and tell them to prepare for their mission, we leave immediately" "Of course my lord, right away" *With that, the order rang out, summoning the five individuals who had been ordered to accompany the men of World Bleeder on this assignment. Within minutes, they were there, each and every one of them unique in look, yet strangely uniform when standing together. They all bore strange gear and armor, a testament to their training he had heard. Chosen by the Vanguard's lord himself, he wondered just how effective they would be. Bruticus wasted little time, pulling the men into ranks, as he then stood in line with them. Turning to face Adrien, he nodded towards the man.* "You know what to do. We'll see you again soon." *Adrien nodded, as the daemon prince began chanting, his fell tongue causing most of the humans at work to raise their hands to their ears in terror, some beginning to vomit, others screaming wildly. This fell language, that which should never have reached the ears of mortals, began to have an effect in the room, as the area around the gathered traitor astartes began to light up, the space marines paying this little attention. Winds began to blow, despite their current place in space, and the lights around the room began to flicker, as the glowing on the ground grew stronger and stronger, the hues of colors continually changing. As the wind picked up speed, and the glowing began to become brighter than the lights, which had all but gone out by this point, the daemon's speech suddenly kicked up in an octave, and with a flash, the traitors were gone. It was over, the ritual complete. Giving a toothy grin to the people in the bridge, some still seemingly insane, it stalked out of the room, back to whatever residence it had claimed in the ship, as the people began going back to their duties, still shaken visibly. The World Bleeder changed it's course, turning to head back out of system, as per orders, to return once the agreed time had passed, hopefully to recover the team sent out after a successful mission. * *Meanwhile, upon Antaris IV's surface, a flash could be seen shining out in the depths of a forest, as six figures got up from their knees, and scanned the area. Bruticus looked over his men, knowing their record, and recognizing a few of them himself, good warriors, hardy, but smart. He was going to need that in the coming days. As they all got acquainted with their new surroundings, Bruticus turned to face them, opening up a vox channel.* "Alright, you all know why we're here, so let's secure that artifact quickly, and get out of here before the Loyalists know whats going on. There are apparently Orks on this planet, so keep your eyes open, and your shots accurate. We have limited ammunition, they don't, so if we can avoid a fight, we're going to take that option. Now, let's move out." *With that, the six traitor marines took off into the forest, keeping themselves spread out, as their searched for their objective.* (If anyone wants any info on anything, shoot me a PM, I'll be happy to clarify.)
Boss Steelface was not a very patient ork. He ran to his personal krooza while holding his flyboy by the skull as he ran. As soon as the large ork made it into the hanger he threw his flyboy straight at the krooza. "Git yer ass in gear! I wanted to be on dat planet minutes ago!" Orks all over the hanger scrambled to climb into their slapped together crafts. Others just hopping into large roks as they prepared to launch them into the void. The poor abused flyer ork quickly gathered himself and prepped the krooza for launch. Steelface taking a seat with the rest of his nob gang. Most of them sporting large power klaws just like himself with a few holding massive motorized axes. He grabbed onto one of the vox casters that connected him to the entire hulk and started to scream into it. "Listen up lads! We'z gonna hit da planet hard an' fast! Let's get dis started, WAAAGH!" With that the mekboy hit a few buttons and the roks launched themselves at the planet. Anyone outside could see hundreds of small specks leaving the space hulk as they rocketed toward the planet. A few not making it that far. Soon the krooza's engines shot and the ork warboss was joining the rest of his boys as they traveled down to the planet.
((Imperial Forces, what might you say of a group PM to discuss our plan of action against the Xenos scum? We have limited forces, after all, and are heavily outnumbered and outgunned.))
((Totally agree, the Space Marine RP'ers such as me should be included once we arrive, the Orks should do something similar once they have a Chain of Command / Boss ))
Flamewing saw all of it, alerts popping up on the Tau's battle network comms. Flamewing wasn't pleased. His simple plan had fallen into pieces and he could potentially lose his promotion to Commander Farsight's seven, which was an elite bodyguard. Rather annoyed by this, his wanted some positive news. Flamewing decided to contact the Imperium by himself. Finally, he did it. He had a small grumble on how he could do better than a comms Shas'vre and even a Drone with a purpose to do this, but nevertheless spoke in a clear, calm tone... Flamewing: Greetings, Imperium. I am Shas'O T'olku Ol'nan Kais Lar'shi, or as you know me, Commander Flamewing. I have seen that you have been under attack by...the Ork scum. Imperium on the planet: Yeah, and what do you want? Flamewing: I was thinking we could agree on some...mutual agreement to get rid of these Ork pests that inhibit this word, and we both know it that divided, we cannot take them. So bring this to your superior, Human and we can negotiate that way. I hope we can do this peacefully. Flamewing then shut off the comms and would soon await a higher ranking officer's response. At least some ground was gained again. Flamewing then decided meanwhile, he would take on this "Boss Steelface", in the way of the Kauyon(Patient hunter), even thinking of using stealth to assassinate this Warboss. Yes, it was time now, while they crashed and got scattered. His pathfinder teams had already pinpointed Steelface's krooza's landing spot, with a kill-team of stealth-suits and pathfinder with rail rifles poised, even a Sky-ray tank far enough to be out of view, but close enough to fire at the soon-to-be landing site was ready. All was ready, and without these slight annoyances, Flamewing would be able to turn back the tide into Tau favour. Going off for a small rest-break, he did wonder what happened to this "Vixen" Tau... (Going off the RP into seriousness, we can either have the great Steelface continue it, to the Imperium lads or possibly the Deamons...as you know, Tau are oblivious to their presence...)
Castus had positioned himself on the highest point of reference he could find along the battlefield; A great tree that stretched nearly ninety meters into the air. From his vantage point he began to observe the Eldar that were beginning to secure their foothold along their Webway relay. His sniper rifle, a powerful cannon that dwarfed the ranged weapons of any sharpshooter, fed the cognitive information from his scope into his helmet. He could make out the bodies of a Banshee gesturing towards its allies. His sleuthing was cut short as an Imperial officer once again denied him his solitude. "Assassin." Castus's grip tightened as the smug voice the officer began to pester him once more. "The Commander of the local Taus forces has hailed us with a proposition. A Commander Flamewing wishes to discuss matters of a temporary pact amongst our forces, he-" Castus brought himself to words, he no longer wished to hear the officer speak. With the voice holding little emotion, he cut off the officer mid sentence. "This is not a matter you should consult me with. We will wait for the Lord Astartes before any contact is made." It was immediately following his statement that the blinking lights from a Tau's drone blinded him. How had he missed it? It was seldom that he would miss the sounds of any approaching entity. The Drone hovered before him, scanning him without end. If he were to shoot it, it would only drawing even more unwanted attention. He held the pressure switch to the side of his helmet and reopened communications with the officer from before. "Delay my previous notion. Inform the Astartes of my position upon their arrival, I will be meeting with the Tau Commander." Upon his command he cut his communication with the regiment leader once more and slung his rifle once more. "Inform your master that we shall meet on my terms, at this location." The drone gave no immediate response, and instead turned and dashed off deeper into the forest. Castus descended from the tree and began to wait.
"Oh noes! Ya'z emprah! 'e's woundin' me!!!" Krol'jas shouted, wobbling slightly as the commissar raised his eyebrow, horribly confused. Krol'jas shifted, his acting skills outright atrocious. But, it was all part of da cunnin' plan. He and Thrakka had discussed his diversion to the letter. "Come on Thrakka, you'd supposed to blow up da' 'oomies bits by now..." ((Work sucks, back with a full post in a few hours, sorry))
Krol'jas spun around theatrically, the commissar tilting his head in sheer confusion. "Ork... what... I know Orks are stupid but... what?" The commissar tried to speak, the sheer ridiculousness of the situation preventing him from speaking clearly. "Oh, woe be ta' me! I'z can't keep goin'... I'z... I'z..." Krol'jas spoke, keeping the charade up for as long as he could before an earthshattering BOOM resounded, a shockwave hitting the massive of warriors. Within the city, the charges finally lit, sending crucial structures of the city plummeting into nothingness. Rubble fell down, crushing guardsmen in their wake. "I'Z GONNA TAKE Y'ER HAT, 'OOMIE!!!" Krol'jas yelled, lunging forward as the Commissar and all of the guardsmen nearby were distraced, severing the human's head right at the neck. As the head flew into the air, Krol'jas reached out, catching it. He smirked, the Boyz surrounding him turning on the Guardsmen, swiftly killing each and every one of them. "'ere ya' go, Vixen! A nice new hat fer ya'!" Krol'jas said with a wicked grin, placing the commissar's hat upon her head, a cute smile appearing on her lips. He placed the commissar's head into a satchel on his waist, turning towards the city. "Thanks, Boss!" Vixen said, fixing the hat and swatting a few gretchin hands away from it. She smiled, running behind Krol'jas, climbing up on to his shoulders. "So the plan worked?" She said with a grin, hugging the large nob around the neck. "You bet'cha, Vixen! See, while I'z was distractin'em, Thrakka took 'iz boyz and snuck in to da city, righ' sneaky-like. An' den 'e blew up all da' 'oomie's speshul bitz! Now, we'z can loot dis city righ' propah! Dis city's where we'z gonna take ovah dis' 'ole planet from, we iz!" Krol'jas said, walking towards the city's gates. "Yay! Can I check out all their special bits? I've got some ideas for some new dakka I wanna make!" Vixen said, giggling. "A' course you'z can, Vixen! 'cept we'z gotta finish takin' da' city! Dere's lots'a 'oomies 'ere, so'z we gotta krump'em all!" Krol'jas shouted, a cackle on his lips. ((The fight for the city is on all well and good, with the Orks surrounding the outer walls with all their dakka and choppa! To adress PvP issues in this RP, FIGHT! Fight until you can't fight anymore, though there is one rule. You cannot kill anyone's character without their express permission. Feel free to throw punches and shoot people and everything, but what happens to someone's character is their decision. 'kay? 'kay. Also, feel free to get involved, but keep you in mind, this is now a siege Drop pod assaults, awesome, but this isn't 'Space Marine', you shan't take down an entire waaaaaaagh! with 3 marines ))
