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  1. Colapse Colapse Forum Beta Tester

    Final Decisions
    "Then this is settled. We will go and help the Scars," Sidon proclaimed and gave the word to Admiral de Beaumont to prepare the ship, "To see where the loyalty of these wild sons lie, once and for all."

    "I shall take my men and go to Jana Prime, try to help the Seventh deal with our misguided brothers," Minteril spoke, his form shifting as the engines of "Battleborn" activated and the distance between them spread. "Brothers of the Third. Death to His Foes," he uttered and shut the link.

    "Captain Extrovious," Sidon turned his head around, giving only a slight nod to the disappearing echo of their Lord Commander, now facing his former squad legionary. "We will move in quickly, deploy the troops just like we always did right on top of them and catch them by surprise. You will be the one who will lead the charge. Make me proud, Brother."

    And as quick as that, the meeting was over and the designated leaders went to prepare their troops but the ultimate force composition fell into Extro's hands as he rose through the ranks into one of the Millennial's leaders. Soon, the real test was about to begin.

    They arrived in the system within the next hour, "Sovereign's" decks on full alert. Battle found them right at the start as trio of escorts tried to bar their way. Suffice to say, venerated Battle Barge and her mighty macro guns saw the smaller traitor vessels obliterated even before they had a chance to open a single shot. Connection with the single White Scars ship was made immediately. It was a rather new Strike Cruiser dubbed "Thunderbolt", made in Saturn's orbital docks in the wake of Ullanor Crusade and pushed in use to replenish Fifth Legion's losses suffered at the hands of Ork armada.

    Her captain, a burly mortal with obvious Chogorian heritage simply uploaded their own scanner readings, both in the orbit and on the planet below. Situation looked grim to say the least. Two dozen Death Guard vessels were closing in from the opposite edge of the system while a number of them were already present, two were exchanging fire with the White Scars ship while another four were positioning themselves so that the troop transports could reach the planet undisturbed. Under de Beaumont's command, "Sovereign's" long range lances found the mark and one of the haulers was cut in half as its shields were unable to prevent the damage, but more were coming and fast.

    Even as the number of Stormbirds and Thunderhawks sped from the "Sovereign's" hangars, it was clear that the full Millennial's deployment would be impossible. But thanks to the new coordinates, those Emperor's Children that land on Ios would find themselves right atop their target.

    Supported by a squadron of Storm Eagles, the trip to the surface was uneventful. Inhospitable tundra spread across the entire continent below them, here and there crossed by large lakes and low mountains. It was a world untouched by the Imperium's hands, perhaps deemed unworthy of its attention and thus, saved from its monstrous appetite.

    Things quickly changed as they approached their destination. A structure rose as if out of nowhere, built on the side of a small hill, its surface black and smooth, even from the distance. It was of oval shape standing on a wide pedestal, its line almost perfect. Around it the Emperor's Children could see smaller block-objects, the classic Imperial infrastructure built around something that definitely wasn't created in the Forges on Mars. But as they came closer and started the combat deployment, alarms blared as the scanners picked up multiple bogies in the air, all bearing signs of the Death Guard. Storm Eagles broke off in defensive pattern while the transport ships unloaded troops and flew off, holding in the reserve and waiting for the moment to strike.

    Rain began to fall in its earnest accompanied by fog, the world apparently not welcoming of the new intruders. On the ground however, the situation was slightly different.

    "Hail, sons of the Phoenix," a tall Astartes rose his hand in greetings as the first Emperor's Children touched the ground. He looked every bit White Scar - leather-like skin, long topknot and a short goatee, his armor cluttered with various tribal tokens while one of his shoulder pads was covered with a grey skin of some large lupine animal. Savage and primal, yet his eyes betrayed a genuine fondness, especially as he obviously fought to find proper words in Low Gothic.

    "Welcome to Ios. We have been expecting you," White Scar pointed at the sky above them and then at the alien structure behind. "I'm Yabuqa and I was told to take you," he nodded towards Elymas, " - and you," then to Jendon, "To him over there. The rest, find yourself at home. We won't wait for long, especially as he riled them up."

    As the Emperor's Children force spread out, they would find more White Scars around the camp, although their numbers were low and they looked like they went through a real hell and came back. Armor was damaged, chainswords broken, couple of jetbikes they had were parked in the back but not a single one looked operational. However in spite of it, not a single one of them seemed to be in a bad mood, quite the contrary. They sang as they dug low trenches and set up mines and other traps in a circular area around the camp, greeting the newcomers like long lost brothers they were.

    There were no static defensive objects however, couple of houses that they found on the ground were nothing more than single-floor habitats, customary to expedition fleets and lacking any serious protection. What defensive structures they found were turned into scrap, couple of automated turrets and a number of servitors reduced to their basic components, courtesy of White Scars themselves. Whoever came on this world first was long gone and whatever remained of their forces had been dealt with in swift fashion, however this fact left much to long for as scanners soon began bleeping again, informing everyone that the enemy was closing in from all sides - but was yet out of the reach of their visuals, given the worsening weather conditions.

    "I would say attack then retreat, but it would only hasten our demise," Yabuqa returned after escorting Elymas and Jendon to the entrance of the strange structure in the middle of the compound, the White Scar approaching Extrovious and Vitaly, "And nobody would like that. But since our cousins are bringing heavy guns, I say we intercept them even before they reach the first line - you are swift, or so the stories tell. It could be done. Or we could just die faster," he shrugged levelly, "It makes little difference, as long as zadyin arga is successful."

    OOC The base is located on slightly elevated ground with couple of small buildings surrounding the hill and circular foreign structure in the center. White Scars have dig trenches around the base and placed a number of vehicle ("tank") traps around the perimeter. For the sake of doing this easier, the enemies will be attacking you from two sides (left and right). There's also a number of broken equipment lying around and I'm leaving this up to you for use\figuring out the details, but it's mostly Mechanicum stuff.

    I'll write the friendly troop counter elsewhere but in terms of support, you will have 2 Aerial actions: Storm Eagle strafing run and Stormbird bombing run, which you can use during any turn you wish - first one will be better against light targets, other one will be better against heavier. Battle itself will last 4 or 5 rounds, depending on the rolls.

    <Beneath the ground>
    @Uriel1339 @Vulpas

    The entrance into the strange building was easy to find, once they got near it. Just like the structure itself, it was of oval shape and passing through it left Elymas with a strange feeling of displacement. The black stone around him seemed to affect him differently, the contact he had with the powers at his disposal was loosening with each step he took downward. Jendon on the other hand, felt no such thing. The polished surface and the complete lack of any damage or wear and tear, be it from firefight or age, was astounding. It changed slightly as they went on and passed couple of remains. Defenders of the place were of Mechanicum origin but it was hard to distinguish their type as in most cases, they were reduced to ash or small dark smears on the floor.

    They walked down the staircase for good ten minutes before they finally reached the end of the road and the chamber spread around them in all directions. Imperial equipment and various machines were placed on left and right, though their origin was obvious their use was not as the two legionaries looked at some technology offshoot they've never seen before, not even in Vitaly's work.

    What was worse, straight in front of them and going for good two hundred yards was an entire field of capsules, each connected with another one via a thick net of cables that spread through the entire room. Even from the distance, Jendon could see movement within couple of the capsules and what was undoubtedly human body placed in each one. At that moment they felt the foreign touch brushing against their minds, Elymas knowing the psychic probe for what it was while Jendon, among other things being a trained Alpha Legion operative, knew how to steel himself from such interference.

    "Well met, brothers of the Third," voice spoke both within their minds and out in the darkness of the chamber, while rattling of bones brought attention to the speaker on their right. He looked old, much older than Yabuqa or any other White Scar they saw back on the surface, the face of an ancient warrior surpassing even Sidon and Nykar Kul. Long white khaitan spread beneath his waist as he slowly turned towards them, using a dark wooden staff topped with an avian skull to support his weight, although both of the Emperor's Children knew with certainty that his weakness was but a charade. There was hidden power behind his storm-blue eyes, the likes of which Elymas never saw before, even when standing in a place that had such effects on his own gift.

    "I've called but was unsure if you would make it. It seems I too need to have a little bit more faith," the White Scar smiled kindly, "Trying times are these, indeed."

    "I am named Targutai Yesugei, zadyin arga of the White Scars. Weather-maker, if you so prefer," he said with a good-natured tone, although he too spoke with thick Chogorian accent. "We are here on Khagan's behest, to uncover one of his father's many secrets," Yesugei nodded towards the many capsules in front of him, "But I fear he won't like what we found."

    "It is a...switch, of that I am sure," he tried to explain further, pointing at the console in the center of the room where the dark material that the entire structure was made of rose from the ground to form a circle within a circle. "To activate it, a maelstorm will be unleashed as the minds awaken. For this, I need your help," Yesugei told Elymas, "And to make sure these people survive, I need yours," he turned to Jendon and his Apothecary's badge.

    "Regrettably, I hoped my vision would lead me to a resolution but I only found more suffering," White Scar sighed and his stance shifted slightly. "This must be stopped. I have put my mind on saving these people and shattering the chains with which they are tied to the purpose that placed them here, for whatever reason. Will you help me?"
  2. Uriel1339 Uriel1339 Lord of Posts

    Like the Wind - Planet Ios
    Elymas noted of the world they would be fighting on as much as he would've done during his youth. It was a shame to leave his librarians on-board the Sovereign, nonetheless the defense of the Librarium and aid in orbit would be necessary if the Death Guard would dare to board the vessel. He trusted them to act well in his absence.

    However once they landed and met with the White Scars there was a surprising lack of animosity between the parties, maybe he got too used on killing brothers and cousins already? Re-evaluation of his instincts and ethics would have to be performed with Arnock after this mission was completed.

    Before Yabuqa escorted him and the Chief Apothecary, Elymas turned to his brethren. "Don't you dare fall without us at your side. We shall finish our business with Yesugei as swiftly as possible to rejoin you in battle. Death to the traitors." There was a meaningful nod and a slight thump with his damaged Gorgon-crafted Staff before marching with the White Scar.

    Beneath the Ground
    There was small talk to learn more about the White Scars and inform Yabuqa about their recent exploits, treasons and other such events - including an inquiry about the Great Khan.

    However hard he tried to focus on the various topics of discussion, his eyes and mind were always pulled towards the obsidian slabs that made the surrounding walls. Whatever the material was, whoever crafted it... They must have understood the Empyrean more than even the treacherous knife-eared Xeno which the Eldar were. Temptation sparked in the air to attempt to utilize his powers and see what would come of experimentation when his powers would clash with the ominous aura of the black stone. But alas, this was time of war - not study.

    The Ancient Astartes spoke with kindness, too kind maybe. He could have forced their hand just with his own power, not to forget that the White Scars outnumbered Elymas and Jendon. Yet, he chose kindness rather than authority. The Emperor's Child who was brought up in a legion of pride and martial rank in the least was confused.

    "It is an honor to meet you, Yesugei. My mentor and late Chief Librarian of the Emperor's Children spoke highly of you and your work. I hope you can forgive my insolence on asking for more information about what your plans are and what those secrets you found are before offering my services. More importantly, who those humans in these capsules are. Clearly they are alive and twitching, yet sealed. And if it is not cryogenic freezing... Then what condition are they in?"

    Elymas placed his staff before him, standing straight, both hands on it, almost in a praying fashion as he closed his eyes and performed a mind probe on the closest capsule-dweller. Nothing good can come out of something where a powerful psyker such as Yesugei needs aid of another one, or so Elymas' instinct believed. He was not a fan of secrets after reading Hephaestus' journal and how much information within the Emperor's Children had been withheld, and Yesugei was far too convinced about everything that would happen. Then again, the White Scars were wiser in interpreting their visions and dreams compared to the other legions.
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  3. Brother_Draconion Draconion Well-Known Member

    Orders Are Orders

    If Vitaly disapproves of Sidon's strategic reasoning in any way, he makes no sign.

    "As you order, Praetor. I will prepare our materiel for Zone Mortalis conflict," comes his dispassionate reply.

    No one needed to be told that any theatre involving the Death Guard would invariably degenerate into a Zone Mortalis.

    The Marshalling

    In the red-limned depths of the Forge Precincts, Vitaly oversees the logistics of the Iosian campaign. Approximately half the covenants are gathered around him for a briefing in person, with the rest listening in via remote presence while engaged on duty elsewhere.

    "Attend, brothers. I will personally oversee logistical and technical ops on the ground. Tyrion and Ulysses will share joint Forge command during my absence. Beta Covenant will be my personal unit on the ground, with Archimedes as my 2IC. All hands are to be on deck for the duration of this operation, lasting till official standing down, as we can more than expect void war concurrent to surface conflict. With that in mind, I want the majority of our air wing optimised for void and high-altitude combat. We will want to achieve air superiority - supremacy if possible - as soon as feasible, and maintain it throughout the operation to keep the pressure off our ground forces and on the enemy. To that end, I want the Sovereign brought to stable low orbit once a safe zone has been cleared, and the flight decks kept clear and operating at full efficiency at all times. Pull all technical and operations crew off less-essential functions if necessary. Despite the prioritisation of void and high-altitude cover, however, I also want one mixed flight of Stormbirds and Storm Eagles optimised for close support and transport under fire. We will not leave our ground forces completely without air support."

    Highly-compressed data blurts flash between the Forgemaster and his acolytes, terabytes of data instantly uploaded to enhanced cerebrums.

    "If there are no queries, your mission data has been uploaded to you. You are dismissed to your duties."

    Turning about, Vitaly places his hands on the railing before him to view the engineering decks on the level beneath the mezzanine where he had addressed his cadres. This particular section had been dedicated to the servicing of the Millennial's ground vehicles, and directly below was the Herald of Espandor, the redoubtable Land Raider that had - seemingly a lifetime ago - fallen off the back of a metaphorical Trukk on Ullanor and been picked up by the Millennial, giving solid, faultless service ever since. Its hull, once the electric blue of the XIIIth Legion, had long since been repainted the palatine purple of the IIIrd Legion.

    The old IIIrd Legion. The loyal IIIrd Legion. The true IIIrd Legion.

    The heavy-gauge plasteel railings creak and flex as Vitaly's grip tightens in response to the thoughts running through his mind, bleak, defiant pride warring with disgust, indignation, rage and the need to choke the life from a Traitor with his bare hands while looking into his eyes to see the lights go out for good.

    The moment passes, and Vitaly's attention returns to the Herald. Not all traces of the XIIIth Legion are gone - in pride of place upon its stern is the white Omega of the Ultramarines with the Palatine Eagle superimposed over it, a token of brotherhood between two then-loyal Legions, an acknowledgement of the official transfer of materiel from one to the other in good fraternal humour, and pragmatic deference to the vicissitudes of war that had led to such happenstance.

    More important, however, are the functional changes to the mighty vehicle, operational modifications born from the fertile genius of the Forgemaster, authorised and expedited from his desk. The twin Godhammer lascannons on each sponson have been upgraded with superconducting conduits, optimised light collimators and Vitaly's own special phase-shifting refracting prisms, upcycling them into full-fledged prism laser cannons - his own attempt at replicating the functionality of the much larger well as the Aeldari Fire Prism laser weapons, the long-ago study of which inspired this line of innovation, though this was something everybody pointedly did not talk about.

    Poking out of the forward hull of the vehicle, offset to the left of the central axis, the quadruple barrels of a Thunderfire cannon rotate as tech adepts put it through dry-firing tests. Inspired by the sight of VIIth Legion Achilles-pattern Land Raiders in action during the Crusade, Vitaly had decided to sacrifice much of the vehicle's transport capacity to turn it into a dedicated gunship for this operation, prioritising mobile firepower over the ability to ferry a mere squad. Sadly, he had never had the chance to fully study the ferromantic techniques that caused the remarkable synergy between the custom hull alloys and the embedded defensive energy channels that made the Achilles-pattern very nearly indestructible. He was, however, fairly confident of designing a machine-spirit that could compete with the Necris-Phobos mark for processing power and autonomy, perhaps even best it by a good margin. In any case, there would be no time for any such radical modifications in the run-up to this campaign. Packing the vehicle with guns, layering on reactive armour, and giving the existing machine-spirit a thorough defragmentation and optimisation would have to do. Its overall crew and transport capacity had been whittled down to a mere three, including crew, just enough to accommodate Vitaly and two of his retinue, but that had been the intention all along.

    And speaking of guns...

    Vitaly watches sparks fly as a Predator turret unit is attached to the Herald's roof. A large, stubby barrel with the segmented irising plates of a variable-diameter aperture and multiple heat vents is its main feature, the deadly V.O.T.E.C. cannon sporting raw output equivalent to a magna-melta, and the additional functionality of multiple modes of delivering said output besides. With such a mission load, the Herald would be ideally positioned for maximum tactical flexibility, capable of engaging almost any surface threat with its full arsenal without loss of efficiency. Its overall crew and transport capacity had been whittled down to a mere three, including crew, just enough to accommodate Vitaly and two of retinue, but that had been the intention all along.

    Air threats, on the other hand, might be a bit of a worry. Vitaly watches as a stormbolter is attached to the commander's pintle mount, almost as an afterthought, and resists the urge to shake his head.

    Well, that is what combined arms are for. Can't do everything all by yourself.

    Speaking of combined arms...Vitaly turns his gaze over to another bay dedicated to the servicing of Legion grav vehicles. A quartet of Javelin Attack Speeders - a full flight - is being fitted for the upcoming op. Two have already been fitted with dual prism laser cannons, while the other pair sports twin-linked Cyclone Missile Launchers. Vitaly had wanted to minimise ammunition reliance for this operation, knowing full well the Death Guard's preference for grinding attritional warfare and wishing to maximise the Millennial's staying power in the field to its utmost in preparation for it. Even so, he would not entirely forego the advantage of the Javelin's missile weapons, and had designated half the flight to carry the weapons, deeming it sufficiently sustainable if used in a targeted and strategic fashion. For medium-close range strafing attacks of densely-packed heavy infantry and hardened vehicles alike, all four speeders are outfitted with V.O.T.E.C. sakers - two classes down from the full-sized cannon, about the same weight and output as a standard Legion las cannon - on their pintle mounts. These would form the dedicated fast attack arm of the Millennial's ground forces, and most of what passed for air support.

    On the other hand, a pair of jetbikes was also being made ready. Outfitted with prism laser cannons in place of the standard heavy bolter, these would be the dedicated transports of two of his retinue, giving them the ability to rapidly transit the battlefield and put out fires as they appeared. Direct combat power was a secondary consideration, but even so, he would not leave them underarmed.

    Satisfied that all is proceeding apace, Vitaly turns away to head to the engineering decks that service the Legion's air power. There was much to do prior to making planetfall on Ios, and less time in which to do it than some might imagine.

    The Killing Fields of Ios, XXX.007.M30

    As the Herald rumbles off the ramp of its Stormbird under the frozen grey skies of Ios, Vitaly stands atop the roof to survey the battlefield through all his senses. His gaze lingers upon the monolithic black structure dominating the centre of the ruined conurbation, not liking how even his advanced augurs skitter off it with inconclusive readings. Filing away the information for further deliberation, he turns his attention to the battlefield, noting the liberal scattering of technological debris, a good deal of it more salvageable than naked eye analysis would seem to suggest. He notes also the sub-optimal state of the White Scars' wargear, and the overall battering they have taken so far, as evinced by untended minor wounds, energy-conservative adaptations to movement patterns, and half-full magazines. His gaze then drifts further afield, to the fortifications and obstacles built by the Scars, his IVth Legion-trained mind already optimising the traps, funnels and killzones for greater functionality than even the greatest siegemasters of the Vth could ever dream of.

    Turning to the Scars ground commander, his bionics immediately decompress a language file into his brain's language centres, enabling him to speak functional Khorchin to bypass the well-known deficiencies of the average Chogorian in standard Gothic.

    "[Yabuqa Darga,]" he says, using the abbrieviated term for a lower to mid-level commander, "[Our best hope at this point is to do both. Take your men and skirmish with the XIVth - find the focal points of their strength and delay them as best as you can. Break down their discipline and formation coherency in chasing the wind for as long you are able, and I will turn this place into a graveyard for them.]"

    He then addresses his retinue - Archimedes, Perseus, and Khashayar of Beta Covenant - via datanet for speed and comprehensiveness.

    +++Observation: Current state of fortification inadequate for significant degradation of XIVth Legion capability to facilitate defence. Optimisation required, bearing in mind significant force disparity favouring XIVth Legion.+++

    +++Orientation: Static defence unfeasible against projected opposition. False semblance of static defence desirable to play to XIVth Legion psychology and Vth Legion doctrine, drawing enemy force into traps and break up coherency chasing false leads.+++

    +++Decision + Action: Initial objectives as follow - Beta Covenant to optimise extant defences as per my plans. Archimedes to supervise, Perseus and Khashayar to execute. Prepare extant urban structures for use as firing positions, with concealed lanes for expedited egress and remote-operated boobytraps pursuant for phased fighting withdrawals. Maximise use of utility servitors, effect recovery and utilisation of observed discarded tech debris as expedient. Further directives to come following reconnaissance in-depth.+++

    With that pulse of information, Vitaly uploads a detailed set of practical directives to Beta Covenant. With the mathematical exactitude of a IVth Legion siegemaster, his instructions detail how to improve the outer defences already set up by the Scars, not to deny the enemy entry entirely, but to slow them down drastically and expose them to fire and death on every side, drawing them to seemingly safe ingress lanes with concealed enfilades for IIIrd and Vth Legion troops, bleeding them white for every inch taken. The outer layers of the ruined conurbation are likewise to be turned into the next layer of defence. Already anticipating a withdrawal from the outer perimeter, Vitaly has drafted detailed plans for an orderly fighting withdrawal through each layer of the settlement, using the remaining buildings, first as fortified firing positions, then drawing the enemy within to commit to close combat, before suddenly melting away and detonating the structures, or else sealing all but a few selected egress routes so as to force the enemy to emerge into prepared killzones.

    Leaving Archimedes to direct the engineering operations from the Herald, Vitaly takes to the air and perches upon the highest vantage point available, turning slowly in a full circle to quarter the entire combat zone with his augurs, steadily scanning from the near field to far, looking for any detail at all that might yield potential advantage, or pose a potential threat to friendly forces.
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  4. Colapse Colapse Forum Beta Tester

    <Beneath the Ground>
    @Uriel1339 @Vulpas

    The moment his mind touched the capsule Elymas felt the deep and gnawing terror, almost primal in essence. These were not his thoughts of course, but of the human - undoubtedly human - person within the suspense capsule. They were held in some form of half-sleep, although if Elymas would press more he would realize this was not just any sleep, it was a nightmare.

    These people were suffering, that was certain, but with each moment he stayed there Elymas felt the connection grow. He was not facing a single mind, but an entire collective brought together for some unknown purpose and obviously left down here in the dark. The actual cause of the terror was left unanswered, but the Emperor's Children Librarian knew the stench of corruption when he saw it, seeping through the cracks at the edge of reason like some malignant ooze, creeping ever closer.

    "I admit I didn't know much about this place before we came here, there are many secret-keepers on Terra that like to play their cards close," Yesugei sighed, the bones on his staff rattling as he placed it on the side of the console and touched the metal with his hands. Closing his eyes for a moment, he continued undisturbed, "This is one of their creations. I might go as far to say that He had his hand in it, but then again, such logic might lead us to dark places where our enemy's hearts lay."

    "My brothers and I look for a...quick way to Terra. Ever since we learned of the treachery first-hand we fought on for almost a year and while the Great Khan knows this is a war of attrition, no war lasts forever and this one will be decided at the Palace's walls," old Librarian now spoke with certainty, his tone informative but not condescending in a way some of the more older and experienced teachers would talk to their students. "Our former brothers hound us at every step, so we seek an alternative. Even now they are here, in full force, trying to thwart my Khan, but they don't realize this would be as if you are trying to catch lighting. Especially, since you are here as well."

    "As for this group of unfortunates before us," he said and nodded towards the capsules, "I plan on releasing them from whatever torment they are in. To do this, I believe I must awaken them first but you can sense as well as I, that shadow on the corners of vision. You have faced yaksha before, yes? They are drawn to this place and activating the minds of these poor wretches will bring their suffering to maximum before the eventual release."

    "This might draw the flies in and for this, I need you here with me."

    <Killing fields of Ios>

    Yabuqa raised an eyebrow as he heard Vitaly speak, although the smile never left his face. [You misunderstood. My men are the ones who remained behind to protect Lord Yesugei. This is our, eh...front base. The rest are out there,] he continued speaking in Khorchin, pointing to the dense fog beyond the settlement's edge, [They are employing your tactics, yes. However, I wouldn't worry too much about it. These Death Guard are no match for Khagan with Golden Keshig at his side.]

    Laughing Vitaly's words as if they were some joke, Yabuqa turned around and directed his men nonetheless, this time in a serious manner, pointing them to the first lines of combat, just like the Forgemaster suggested. Archimedes on the other hand, immediately took the rest of the Techmarines and set out to better prepare the defenses, advancing on the somewhat poor work the White Scars did and getting the line ready in short order. Boobytraps were placed on the entrance vectors, pitfalls quickly dug to slow down the advancing legionary enough for the ranged fire to do the work.

    Settlement buildings were also better fortified by using the wasted material left by the destroyed defenders and were now manned by Emperor's Children Devastators. While the present White Scars were mostly equipped with melee weapons, the company under Captain Extrovious' lead were well-rounded, if a bit easy on the trigger, bunch and they followed their leader's orders to the letter, which were in line with what Vitaly presented. Last line of defense was placed around the black monolith in the center, strengthened by two squads who remained in reserve. The rest were holding the line.
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  5. Uriel1339 Uriel1339 Lord of Posts

    Beneath the Ground
    @Colapse | @Vulpas

    "Yaksha?" Elymas murmured softly beneath his breath before nodding in agreement. "The Neverborn. The spawn of whatever the fabrics of the immaterium are made of." There was spite and anger in his voice, hands clenching around the staff made of Medusian Ironwood.

    "The only good that will come of their annihilation here is that the enemy won't be able to use these..." He looked towards one of the capsules as if attempting to make eye contact with the individual within. "... Hosts. The last time I felt the sensation this strong was no other place than Laer itself, where Hephaestus fell." It was a flash of a memory sparking bright enough to make the seasoned secret keeper speak out loud.

    "I will speak honestly to you, from Chief Librarian to de facto Chief Librarian." His gaze turned back to Yesugei. "I'm not certain of our fate once we unseal them and unleash whatever darkness this planet already attracted. For all we know, the nightmares are induced to attract the... Yaksha. Like moths to a light simply to trap them in eternity. While I do not doubt our talents, I still fear for the life of every Astartes on this world. Especially if even only one escapes."

    Elymas rubbed his chin in thought, glancing over to Jendon, life-long friend and Chief Apothecary of the loyal pockets of Emperor's Children that remained. The death of every loyalist feels these days as if a hundred died during the crusades.

    "I shall lend you my strength this one time, Yesugei. My mentor had always spoke well of you and I would not want this cesspool of nightmares grow any larger, else it might swallow the whole world one day." To signal the determination behind his words and final answer, he thumped his staff once against the floor causing a well audible clang.
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  6. dx144 dx144 Well-Known Member

    Like The Wind
    If Pholax disagreed with the decision to assist the White Scars, he made no mention of it, the choice was made, to disagree or complain about it served no purpose other than to cause strife within the newly formed leadership. At least there was a force going to assist the Seventh, Emperor willing they'd make short work of the traitors.

    Thankfully his armoured shell made it easier to hide his emotions. He was very distrustful of the White Scars, not because of any prejudice against them, simply they were a wild card. They had been gone for years and during these interesting times do they return. Sometimes it is better to stay cautious, before you end up finding out you've just let enemies within so to speak.

    Pholax kept his optics open, and saw that if this was some kind of ruse, it was a damned elaborate one. The Death Guard were known traitors, so perhaps this time luck was on their side, if such a thing did exist. So best course of action, gather these lost warriors and take them to Terra for the final battle. Ensure the Throne World stands is the highest of priorities.

    "We shall stand together then, and hold back the traitors." Pholax boomed as he cycled his assault cannon and flexed his power fist's fingers around.

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