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  1. dx144 dx144 Well-Known Member

    As the fist broke his armoured shell, warnings intoned within significant damaged detected, one rune after another. The lack of pain within him still was surprising, it was just the sights in his tomb and the feeling of being moved by the kinetic energy.

    Hearing the curse, Pholax couldn't help but feel what remained of his blood boil, the Ancient believing he had already won, this, once glorious warrior of the Emperor fallen further than man ever should have, whatever madness possessed him, he would end and silence his foul tongue.

    Seeing Bodvarr charge, now his chance arising, placing his fist in the way, letting the other living dead impale himself, noting it making full penetration, tearing out vital parts of the live support system and as his own sensors confirmed, the engine of the other dread was critically damaged. Pulling his powerfist out, the close range assault cannon spooled up, then the sound of round after round penetrating the open armoured shell. The sounds of it exploding within, more and more of Bodvarr's tomb failing to sustain itself. Pholax paused as he saw the tomb itself slide out, the fighting of other dreads, the long dead brought back was his job seeing as he was also a dead man.

    As he looked at the actual dead man, trying to continue on, even as his death caught up with him. Pholax lowered his powerfist, "Find peace in eternal death, Cousin." Pholax spoke with his speakers at a louder volume than normal, wanting the Death Guard to know their ancient was defeated. As the fist hung above Bodvarr, a stream of flame poured over the now toasted and actually dead corpse.

    As the flamer ended and Pholax moving his vision back to the field, as the lascannons struck his damaged form, more and more warning symbols arising, knowing this was a position, he could never hope to hold, more and more armour, the figure or titans in the distance. As much as it pained him, they needed to retreat, regroup and prepare and to do that he needed a distraction and a breather from attacks.

    The lifeless shell of Bodvarr was still whirring along, it's generator primed for a slight bit more damage and there could be a fusion reaction. Without waiting or wanting to ask, Pholax sprayed another jet of flame over the lifeless shell, and began a defensive retreat to the rest of his squad.

    OOC:
    All actions used for defence on self and to escape the blast of the remains of Bodvarr's dread shell.
  2. Brother_Draconion Draconion Well-Known Member

    Parthian Shot

    +++Incoming Superheavy Unit; Assigning designation = Stormlord #1+++
    +++Exloading new directives to Stormlord #1, stand by...Item #1-asfasdlkfjas!@@!$@)!@#)!(@!!!010110111001101011+++

    The sudden burst of collimated plasma catches Vitaly entirely by surprise, slipping underneath his augur readings and real-time prognostications amidst the escalating scale and concomittant chaos of the battle. The impact of the thermokinetic shock, the searing heat and the EMP all serve to disrupt both his augmetic circuitry as well as the native meat of his mind.

    Staggered and confused, he is left easy prey for the full assault squad that dogpiles him and begins battering him into naught. Even then, he manages to fight back, squeezing the skull of one to jelly with a servo-arm, while his lightning field discharges its full payload into another, frying him to charred wreckage inside of his armour. But numbers tell, as they hold him down to rain down blows upon him. Heavy boots hammer down repeatedly upon his helmet, causing integrity warnings to flash upon his HUD as even the finely-engineered impact dispersion shell begins to fail. Chainswords are worked between the articulated plates of his armour, seeking seals to grind away, while bolt pistols and other, worse, weapons are pressed right up against his plate to be discharged point-blank.

    Like a summer storm sweeping away the dead heat of a drought, Yabuqa and his arban swoop in to save the day, scattering the Death Guard like a lightning bolt dispersing a murder of crows.

    "My thanks, Yabuqa Darga," comes Vitaly's terse voice, crackling with distortion through damaged voxmitter systems as the White Scar helps him to his feet.

    Not wanting to be carried through any fight, Vitaly joins the rout of the XIVth Legion assault squad, exacting vengeance of his own as his systems reboot from the EMP attack. The V.O.T.E.C. blaster roasts two Legionnaires alive in their own armour, while the Lightning Field stops three in their tracks with uncontrollable convulsions, leaving them easy meat for Yabuqa's men to scythe down like wheat. The vampiric touch of the Null Ray drops the squad sergeant just as his jump pack fires, dropping him five metres like a stone to crash in an undignified heap, practically at Yabuqa's feet.

    Already casting his perspective beyond that brief, desperate altercation, Vitaly notes the results of his last round of orders and personal actions with grim satisfaction. Despite the increasing desperation and clear unwinnability of the overall battle, at least things are well-positioned for an orderly retreat. The total loss of Javelin Flight is regrettable - in both materiel and skilled, experienced battle-brothers - but such is the price of war. Firing up the grav-engine, he fleets low across the battlefield, taking care to keep cover between himself and the enemy as much as possible, as he heads to his latest prize - Stormlord #1. Just as he is about to land, Kul's vox update as to the state of the void battle comes in, and Vitaly immediately recalculates his entire battle plan with a view to one solitary goal - getting every man and machine in the Millennial back to the Sovereign in one piece.

    +++Unit Stormlord #1+++
    +++Objective #1: Fire mission - XIVth Legion infantry, central mass+++
    +++Methodology: Vulcan Mega-Bolter, set ROF = 15600 rpm+++
    +++Objective #2: Fire mission - XIVth Legion Primarch+++
    +++Methodology: Lascannon, L + R sponsons, full-duration burst+++
    +++Objective #3: Commence withdrawal towards extraction point+++
    +++Methodology: Reverse gear, maintain speed 20km/hr+++


    A terrible smile spreads beneath his scuffed, battered faceplate as he turns his new acquisition upon the Death Guard and their Primarch. Nothing quite like applying maximum pressure to your enemy to interfere with his own shooting. Vaulting atop the hull to cover behind the turret bustle like the breastwork of a trench, he draws a bead upon the Lord of Death with his Entropic Disruptor, tracking his movements as he duels with the Khan-of-Khans, deceptively swift amidst his ponderousness.

    Here's something to remember me by, you traitorous whoreson.

    MIU signals customise an entropic waveform to rattle the Death Lord's teeth and bones inside of his armour, not to mention predisposing his weapons and armour to jam, misfire, lock up or generally malfunction. An MIU trigger-impulse sends a beam of exotic energies ravening towards the spectral figure in dirty white, seeking to engulf it in a field of jarring vibrations and tech-frying EMP.

    Even as he indulges his vengeful malice upon the person of the XIVth Primarch as well as his sons, the greater part of Vitaly's consciousness monitors the greater battlefield with calculating exactitude. Spotting Pholax in a state of significant battle damage despite having won his duel with the Death Guard dreadnaught, he immediately signals his subordinates to rectify the situation.

    +++Units Perseus, Khashayar+++
    +++Objective #1: Fire support mission - covering fire, designated recipient = Venerable Pholax +++
    +++Methodology: Weapons free, engage according to situational need+++
    +++Objective #2: Field repair, recipient = Venerable Pholax+++
    +++Methodology: Ad necessitas+++
    +++Objective #3: Maintain overall momentum rearward to extraction point+++

    The two subordinate Techmarines blurt their compliance in binharic as they race low across the field towards Pholax. Khashayar skids to a halt and leaps off to land practically right next to Pholax to begin administering emergency repairs, rerouting damaged systems, shutting off leaks, cementing cracks and applying field armour patches to ensure the dreadnaught walker survives to make it to extraction - all while moving at a walk to match Pholax's pace, his jetbike set to float beside him on autopilot. Meanwhile, Perseus supports from the skies, gunning to a higher altitude to strafe corridors through the surrounding infantry with the prism laser cannon set to wide-angle mode.

    Turning an eye to Aleph and Arnock, he sees them far in advance of the main force and isolated, battling Mortarion's remaining bodyguard.

    "Storm Eagle Flight #1, this is Forgemaster Vitaly. Requesting fire mission on Traitor Army main mass - immediate execution."

    With the Storm Eagles inbound to take further generalised pressure off friendly forces, he then signals Archimedes to make pickup.

    +++Unit Archimedes+++
    +++Objective #1: Fire mission - enemy Predator+++
    +++Methodology: Alpha Strike, all prism laser cannons, calibrate for maximum armour penetration. A+++
    +++Objective #2: Advance on Aleph + Arnock, effect pickup and extraction to rear+++
    +++Methodology: Maximum ground speed, rolling embarkation with U-turn to conserve momentum+++
    +++Objective #3: Fire mission - XIVth Legion Terminator+++
    +++Methodology: V.O.T.E.C. Cannon, incineration mode+++

    +++Compliance. Advancing to extract designated units+++


    Archimedes' reply comes simultaneous to the bright spears of laser light leaping from the Herald's sponsons towards the enemy Predator, before the Land Raider's engine guns. Tracks churn the battlefield mud as the vehicle bounces its way towards Aleph and Arnock. The add-on turret tracks its target - the sole remaining Deathshroud. Fire stabilisation systems keep the weapon on-mark through the savage jolts and bounces of the vehicle's high-speed approach, while its barrel begins to glow a bright orange as it spools up to wipe the Terminator off the face of the galaxy with a magna melta blast.

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    "This is Forgemaster Vitaly to all points. Word from the flagship - the void battle has become untenable. I am calling for immediate extraction to orbit before our escape from the system is cut off. Repeat - immediate extraction. Beat a fighting retreat to the extraction zone now. And someone go dig the witches out of whatever hole they have wound up in. If they are not at the Stormbirds by lift-off, we will have to leave them here or the entire Millennial dies on Ios."

    Even as he speaks, his neuro-augmetics network with his augurs and threat assessment cogitators to fine-tune his battlefield analyses and interventions. Running partially independent of his conscious cognition, his micro-missile system whirs, the nano-foundry assembling, first, a pair of thermex-based melta warheads, which are then sent arrowing towards the remaining XIVth Legion Predator, arcing sharply up before descending at a near-vertical angle to burn through its vulnerable turret roof armour. Evidently, Vitaly doesn't trust Archimedes' shooting, given both his track record with the lascannons as well as this particular Predator's stubborn streak of sheer dumb luck.

    Vitaly's eye lights a moment upon his ammunition inventory, spotting the pair of phosphex warheads he pre-loaded upon learning they were due for a fight with the Death Guard.

    No point taking ammo back home when there's a good use for it.

    Twin warheads are loaded and fired in rapid succession, sent flying into midst of the infantry mass nearest Aleph and Arnock to detonate at knee height, shielding friendly forces from the initial phosphex detonation with the mass of enemy bodies and buying everyone in that area some breathing room from the constant offensive pressure of sheer hostile numbers.

    Almost as an afterthought, seeing the Herald's state of abuse, Vitaly dispatches a rustling swarm of micro-drones to flit after it and triage the worst of the damage, giving the redoubtable vehicle its best chance of surviving to make extraction along with his two squad-brothers.

    Command Actions

    Orders/Requests

    Archimedes/Herald:
    #1: All-out attack - Prism laser cannon strike @ Predator Destructor
    #2: Standard attack - V.O.T.E.C. Cannon strike (melta mode) @ Deathshroud
    #3: Pickup Aleph + Arnock and fall back

    Perseus
    #1: All-Out Action - Fire support @ Pholax + Khashayar
    #2: Fall back once repairs are complete
    Khashayar:
    #1: All-Out Action - Field Repair @ Pholax
    #2: Fall back once repairs are complete

    Stormlord #1:
    #1: Standard attack: Vulcan Mega-Bolter strike @ Death Guard infantry
    #2: All-out attack: Sponson lascannons x 2 @ Mortarion
    #3: Commence fallback

    Storm Eagle Strike Element

    Target: Traitor Army infantry

    Personal Actions

    1.) All-Out Action: All-out attack @ Mortarion w/ Entropic Disruptor (Shield Overload, Warp Destabilisation, Haywire, Concussive)

    2.) Standard Action: Standard attack @ Predator w/ Micro-Missile (melta warhead)

    3.) Standard Action: Fire Support @ Aleph + Arnock w/Micro-Missile (thermobaric warhead)

    4.) Standard Action: Field Repair @ Herald w/Utility Drones

    5.)

    Threat Assessment Matrix:

    - Standard Action: Standard attack @ Predator w/ Micro-Missile (melta warhead) (1 re-roll)

    - Standard Action: Fire Support @ Aleph + Arnock w/Micro-Missile (phosphex warhead) (1 re-roll)

    Null Ray charges this turn: 0

    Augur Array: Squad Targeting Mode Active

    Entropic Disruptor Tunings: Shield Overload, Warp Destabilisation, Blast, Armour Corrosion, Haywire, Concussive.

    Logistics

    Special ammo: 2 x Kraken, 1 x Metal Storm (bolt pistol)

    Explosives: 2 x plasma grenades, 1 x haywire grenade

    Micro-Missile ammo

    Standard Charges: 20/30
    Special Warheads: Stasis x 1, Cryo x 1, EMP x 1

    Other Gear: Combat Shield
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  3. Imperius matt23 Curator

    Arnock's body kicked into overdrive as the warm, familiar liquid began to fill the inside of his suit from the Deathshroud's scythe. And just as he could feel his body begin to deal with the pain, felt the impact of a fist collide with his helm causing it to break and pieces to be driven into his face. This brief excess of force against his face caused a ringing in his ears that within seconds began to fade, only to give way to a new problem. The one side of his helm that was still fully intact began to relay a vox cast from the orbital fleet above explaining that the battle was lost and hope to escape was fleeing by the minute. It had become a dark time indeed in which the loyal had to continually retreat in the face of traitors, but the hope for change was still in hand so long as the loyal still drew breath.

    Arnock opened channel to his retinue, "Brothers, converge to my location and prepare for immediate extract via teleportation beacon. We shall be the last of our loyal Millennial to leave the service and we shall make it a show indeed." Without a word spoken in return Craven, Mathius, and Rulduan came to his side to form a somewhat close defensive perimeter. Arnock then opened up a vox channel to Vitaly as he activated his teleportation beacon for the ship above, "We shall be evacuating via teleportation, brother. Do not wait for us."

    As soon as the vox cut off, Arnock shook off the cobwebs from his last encounter with the traitor and charged right back in with his powersword at the ready. It was his last chance to show that even the most power traitors were no match for the loyal sons of the Emperor. The last chance to show that, even with the odds stacked, that hope was still alive and breathing. Arnock quickly lift his powersword up at an angle in an attempt to upon up the guard of the traitor, before two quick slashes were directed at the hulking mass' throat. This aim to be remove its head for all the traitors to see in the last moment of battle.

    OOC: Teleportation beacon has been activated to return to the ship above.

    Arnock Retinue: All Out Defense to hold the defensive perimeter before teleportation is activated.

    - Legion's Master: Arnock can chose an enemy as his next opponent. Arnock gets a bonus attack against this enemy in addition to his regular moves and re-rolls first miss against him. If the enemy falls beneath 50% of his starting HP and Arnock scores a crit on him, he will instantly kill him and it works on bosses as well. In addition to that, once per combat phase Arnock can use the inspiration provided by the Legion's Standard to chose one of the friendly chars and give him buff for the duration of combat that makes enemies unable to score a crit on him.

    Actions - 3 attacks with power sword to Deathshroud (1 to chest and 2 to throat). 1 Defense on self.
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  4. Fox Vulpas Well-Known Member

    Jendon fell back against a wall with a harsh crack, the apothcaries Visor flooding with all types of warning and alert runes, He felt energy being drained from himself as he got back up, Clearing his visor he began move towards Elymas Chainsword in hand as it began moving to defend the Chief apothecary as he moved. One certain old rune came up caused the the apothecaries twin hearts to stop caused a new surge of adrenaline pump through him as he activated most of the chemicals had had to purge his system into a dump, if that was true he might not make it out alive by his or the other hands.

    Getting to elyamas's side he injected him with a shot of combat drugs to keep him on his feet. "Not sure how much more can take." Jendon said his voice raspy and low. "Got a bunch of chemicals needed if we are going out gunning should melt the bastards." He added to Elymas at least he knew if he fell there was some back up ammo on him so he could cut his way out with the storm seer.

    OOC One defensive on jendon, One Heal on Elymas and Jendon
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  5. Uriel1339 Uriel1339 Lord of Posts

    Death & Decay
    @Colapse | @Vulpas

    Elymas almost grunted upon the sight of the creatures burrowing through the ceiling. How many more? He thought to himself, not daring to impede on morale by saying such statement out loud. After unleashing such powerful spell his body rushed to new heights as his system flooded with adrenaline. His mind on the other hand started to become tired. Spell after spell while the constant rot ate away at flesh and attempted to invade his mind as well.

    It was Jendon's words and actions re-focusing the Librarian from swings at the closest foul beasts to a trained mindset. "Anything helps at this point. Yesugei is soon done, I can sense it. Just a little longer, old friend." Elymas said with a cracked smile, forcing it through the pain. Pain he is certain might have put a normal human into shock or coma long ago.

    Although he could call upon the White Scar, Elymas' pride forbade it. He was a Chief Librarian and would demonstrate the discipline of the legion that molded him. And his mind desired to be an iron stalwart in respect to the late Ferrus Manus. This was not about honor, but dignity. This was about earning respect and valor. Not only for himself but the entire surviving force of the Emperor's Children fighting for the throne.

    "Let us cleanse this pestilence." He said before putting his staff in both hands, the remainder of his channeled psychic force attempting to dispel the rot temporarily. No matter of the result, he would stand by Jendon and toss his last Plasma Grenade towards Festus before going into a defensive stance.

    OOC:
    Action #1 - Dispel Rot
    Action #2 - Plasma Grenade into Festus
    Action #3 - Defense on Self
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  6. Jorimel Jorimel Well-Known Member

    Aleph was embattled, but he was no longer alone. Fighting with the Standard Bearer beside him seemed to galvanise his resolve, and he fought with the speed and grace he had once been honoured to observe in the Palatine Blades of old. Scything blows were met with sweeping cuts of his own, taking the hands from the Deathshroud facing Arnock even as the latter began to turn the fight. Well, at least he can say he never let go of his weapon. It was a grim jest, but Legionary Aster felt it fitting. He felt the whistle and shriek of air as the pounding assault continued to punish their position. Every shot absorbed by the enemy was one that did not compromise their efficiency. There was a sudden blast of light and sound audible even over the noise of melee, the concussive force of incoming missile fire. Under his battered helm, Aleph smiled, recognising his old comrade Vitaly's work.

    Old comrade ... had it really been so long since that first, hopeful jetbike run, soaring over the skies like fledglings leaving the nest? War was no sport for old men. But time had passed, and so much of it. Alephoros could not spare a moment for melancholia, however, as he danced and leaped and spun and cut. There was an enemy and he had two blades. It was the best, simplest mathematics, life reduced to an equation with one outcome: death. Now to make sure it was someone else's.

    Aleph put his skills and blades to work. It wasn't the place for fancy swordsmanship, but his training over long years allowed him to make the most of his speed to counter his relative lack of stamina to the simple refusal of Deathguard to lie down. He made efficient butchery serve in place of finesse with the Deathshroud facing him, but his inner satisfaction was seared away a moment later as he took a huge cut across his chest. Ceramite screamed, chips of enamel flew everywhere like tiny stinging flies, power surged and cabling locked as he flew back and down. In the second he took to try to rise, weapons frantically parrying aside what he could, the shining reinforced cranium of one of Jendon's helpers arrived at last, darting in to help as Aleph blocked a strike at the nimble drone. Where he was about to feel the swiftly creeping malaise of ague and rot, he felt invigorated, cleansed. He leaped to his feet - still hampered by the injury, but uninfected - and was about to pile back into the fight when he heard a harsh voice across the vox, urgent yet still tinged with a certain bleakness. The Terran Raven, Nykar Kul. The battle in space had not gone well; they must evacuate, now or not at all. Aleph cursed, parrying a blow. Enemies died where he could make them but he had no means of effecting a speedy retreat. Fighting a rearguard action should be possible, but -

    As he fought to get closer to Arnock, who'd surely heard the summons and was gathering his men, Aleph felt a charge in the air, a strange tension to the surrounding melee. He half-heard Arnock shout something to him across the vox, but it was lost in a haze of static. Suddenly both the Standard Bearer and his honour guard were wreathed in the cold flash of a teleport and Aleph was left alone. Too buried in combat to protest, he dodged a backhand swipe and stabbed deep into the knee joint of another warrior with Daith'wyn. He couldn't have been left to die, surely Arnock wouldn't -

    Palatine Exemplar, this is Herald of Espandor, we have your location. Extraction T-45 Terran standard, be ready to board. Repeat, be ready to board.

    Aleph launched himself higher using the corpse of the fallen Nurglite as a ramp, boosting himself up while he trailed Night's Edge past the throat of another. He wasn't airborne for long, but his Astartes senses caught sight of a familiar silhouette bulling its way across a field of broken bodies and spent ordnance. He concentrated on making a path to its estimated trajectory, parrying as he was able. He thought of Brona, and how he'd have to carry on the tradition of the Palatine Blades if he died here. His breathing came fast and even, eyes darting from kill to incoming opponent to his hurrying ride.

    T-13 seconds, be ready to board.

    Alephoros reversed both swords and shoved his opponent like a schoolyard fighter, having no time for fancy footwork. He kicked as the man went down, and sprinted forward, He was blocked by the towering form of a Deathguard Astartes, and drew back Night's Edge for a brutal short thrust when he toppled forward, pinned to the knees by the whirring tracks of Herald of Espandor.

    T-0, immediate board.

    Aleph did not need telling twice. He dived into the open hatch, coming to rest in an undignified heap as the vehicle sped away.

    Welcome to Herald of Espandor. Please fasten your seatbelt and keep hands inside vehicle at all times. You may experience some turbulence as we run over our thrice-damned enemies.

    "Thank you," he said, to the crew busy driving flat out, shooting as they went, and to whatever mechanical proxy served as Vitaly's eyes and ears. At least he'd programmed it with his sense of humour.




    OOC: Two defenses using Defensive stance: Aleph gains a bonus defensive action and -1 on all of his attacking rolls.
    One attack using Utility stance: Aleph doesn't gain any bonus actions however he gets rerolls for all of his normal actions with no penalties.
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  7. Colapse Colapse Forum Beta Tester

    Old Flames, Extinguished
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    Darkness closed in fast as the mightiest of loyalist psykers belonging to now fallen Third Legion stood his ground. Elymas' wounds were numerous, the daemons surrounding him a foe he didn't get a chance to really fight that much before, outside his duels with the creature hiding behind the pearl-white mask. This didn't mean he was ill-prepared, quite the contrary, however the sheer amount of the rotting fiends and the overwhelming miasma that came with them, stupor and decay given form, pressed heavily against his mind.

    Elymas struggled to once more harness his own psychic might and drive the monsters away, however the unnatural plague seeped within even stronger. The power of the Grandfather's minions in this place, below the forgotten world, was a primordial force that the Chief Librarian could see clearly now, as his body gave in and allowed him a final glance with his injured mind. He saw a galaxy in flames, fleets of titanic proportions battling each other in a orgy of destruction while a purple sun shined in the distance and the laughter of unborn things echoed in the background. Death was all around him, although unlike in the visions he saw above Isstvan V Elymas could grasp at the edges of it and notice a faint, yet familiar presence, a golden force which, while diminished, still fought on and burned in the hearts of the loyal souls screaming in fury.

    That was the last thing Elymas saw before his sight gave in and darkness became absolute.

    Rune on Jendon's hud went out as he struggled to fight the Maggoth off of him. Unnatural rot caused his own body to falter, but for whatever reason the strength in his sword-grip remained true and he struck the big daemon straight in its misshapen head, cleaving off its horn and half of the face in the process. Rolling aside and simultaneously injecting himself one of the last doses of health cocktail, Jendon arrived at Elymas' side but despite his administrations, he could only declare death. Librarian's armor was no more as the mighty Terminator plate was reduced to ash by constant barrage of the Neverborn but Jendon was able to kick the little fiends away and drive the bigger drones, at least for a moment.

    They assailed him again, the flying monsters piercing his flesh with their stings while Festus himself attacked him again, the deranged creature's curved staff stronger than any steel he knew as the daemon smashed him repeatedly. It didn't look like there was any hope left for Chief Apothecary, but then he smelled rain. In a mere moment, the depressing miasma that engulfed them all was pierced by a roaring thunder. Daemons screamed in terror, even greater shapes that tried to break into Materium through the veil disintegrated, their essences hurled back the way they came.

    Water followed suit as the rain washed the pestilence and corruption, like in some ancient tale it brought life with its soothing touch. Capsules around Jendon began opening with a hiss and a number of dazed humans climbed out of them, looking confused and their forms seemingly out of place. They stumbled around before a voice like lightning broke everyone's stupor. "We must hurry," Lord Yesugei sounded calm, like a late summer's day right before the stormy clouds rolled in, "I sense there is not much time."

    At this point Jendon was at his last legs but Yesugei helped him, leading the way for the weary group to climb the stairs and exit the alien building. Just as they would expect, the surface of Ios and the sight of the battle was not welcoming.

    Death Guard advanced without pause, the toxic atmosphere created by thousands of rounds being unleashed seemed to have cover the entire world. Yet, amid all of the destruction, the combined force of White Scars and Emperor's Children still fought on.

    Under Vitaly's coordination, a joined fighting retreat was being maneuvered, the Forgemaster controlling the fight and all of the pieces while simultaneously trying to fight in real-time pushed his mind to the limits. He was able to slay the nearby enemy assault elements with the assistance of White Scars, but more of them arrived with each passing moment. Entire Legion was about to be unleashed and only luck would have them manage a successful escape. Luck and proper preparation.

    Despite the losses, all of the elements were indeed positioned in perfect order. Moving back in proper form, the Emperor's Children legionaries scythed row after row of Death Guard while marching and not missing a beat. Storm Eagle flyby came and the aircraft sow destruction in the enemy lines closest to the alien structure, just as Vitaly saw Jendon and the group of mortals running out of it, led by Yesugei. They were in a bad shape and one brother wasn't there, however there was no time for dwelling on it. Stormbirds flew in next, landing in a battle formation and dropping their forward hangar doors to allow for the troops to embark in them.

    It was then that the Warhound Titans fired. Plasma blastguns and turbo-laser destroyers unleashed havoc that annihilated any form of sensible retreat and made it into a run, while the Death Guard legionaries hurried to catch the dazed loyalists before they managed to flee. Jendon was the first one who made it to the Stormbird, followed closely by Pholax. Venerable Dreadnought sent the shell of Ancient Bodvarr into the incoming infantry and an explosion followed suit as the reactor overloaded, killing dozens of legionaries in the process. Pholax turned to march towards the evac and as he did so, his systems registered many hits slamming into him as he tried to retreat.

    Even though the Forgemaster sent his drone swarm to repair his coffin, Pholax knew that the only thing which saved him from final death was the atomantic shield generator integrated in the Dreadnought, which shimmered with power as it absorbed enemy attacks. Then, just as he was nearing the friendly lines giant blast from the Titan hit the friendlies nearby and it overloaded the shielding, it going out and blowing up one of Pholax's arms in the process. Thankfully, his assault cannon was still operational and he was able to provide covering fire for the rest of the Emperor's Children to evacuate.

    Pholax saw Extrovious carried in the back of the Stormbird by his men, half-dead and missing a leg and an arm, the Captain was in sus-an coma before they tied the belts around his body. Stolen Stormlord was also being loaded nearby, Vitaly managing to exploit his newly acquired asset as much as he could before the ammo feeds ran dry and had to move it back least it gets captured as well.

    More of the marines ran inside, the rest of the Techmarines with their jet-bikes ruined they had to move on foot. Archimedes drove "Herald of Espandor" inside as well, the Land Raider nearly completely obliterated and under heavy fire even as it got loaded. Aleph was inside as well, but not before he too suffered in the mix. Palatine Lord was able to cut through the dense crowd of Death Guard but as he got inside the Herald, the vehicle was hit by a number of missiles and melta blasts that pierced its hide and injured Alephoros inside. His armor was riddled with shrapnel and he was bleeding profusely but ultimately, both him and Archimedes reached the Stormbird alive.

    They passed by Arnock on their run, the Master of Rites and the Exemplar of the Millennial managed to claim a proper skull and add it to the long tally of warriors he had slain. Perfectus Mortem sang one last time on Ios, after a number of strikes that smashed Deathshroud's guard apart, Arnock was able to score a killing blow and decapitate Mortarion's honor guard. As expected, he found himself under heavy fire next, blobs of plasma and other heavy weaponry payloads came his way, but he remained resolute in the face of all this destruction. Craven, Mathius and Rulduan were both next to him, firing their own weapons in protection of their lord, Arnock could even see that Craven was missing an arm, Mathius most of his chest armor and Rulduan half of his face, but they were as stoic as their master, not faltering in the face of certain death. Before the end came, teleporter homer beeped and they were displaced from Ios, returning back in orbit and onto their Flagship.

    Vitaly and the rest of the White Scars were the last ones to enter Stormbirds, warriors of the Fifth not about to break field without their liege. Jaghatai moved with dazzling speed, but even he was not able to disengage from the duel with Mortarion despite both the Forgemaster and his own men attempting to help him. His one-of-a-kind armor was damaged and he even sported couple of cuts across his face, which were healing rapidly, but he didn't look all that happy as the mission on Ios cost many lives of good soldiers.

    Of course, it wasn't really possible to simply load up and fly, expecting Death Guard to let them do it. Everyone knew this, most of all Denatus. Without a single word and with only an affirmative ping on the vox, Lord of Third Millennial's Destroyers stayed back with a handful of loyalists too wounded to escape, firing all of his weapons at the incoming darkness. His rune went black long after they were already in air.


    Final health results:
    Pholax: [3], Vitaly: 7, Aleph: 7, Arnock: 11, Denatus: -1, Extrovious: 5, Jendon: 2, Elymas: -2


    <Unknown location, three days after Ios, "Sovereign's" command quarters>

    At the behest of Nykar Kul, they all met in Leonis' former study. One of many quarters used by former Lord Commander, they too were lavishly decorated in the style of the old Legion, although the gold and silver seemed to not have its usual shine any longer.

    High Reclusiarch Kul, the Terran Raven, stood in his Terminator armor with his head bare. Pale skin was covered in burns and fresh cuts, one eye was missing as well and was yet to be replaced with a proper bionic. Next to him, locked to a large command throne Leonis once used to usher orders across the ship, was Sidon. Tended by two senior Apothecaries and that many more serfs, current Preator of Third Millennial was much changed since the last time they saw him.

    During void battle, "Sovereign" suffered dozens of boarding actions preformed by the Death Guard and in one of those, Sidon nearly lost his life when fighting against an enemy Dreadnought. Both of his legs were gone, his chest a broken mess of organs and bone, while his face looked as if he was directly hit by the walker's power fist. Despite all of that, he was still alive, a testament to the old Terran legionary stock or maybe the fact the old man was too stubborn to die. He was half-awake and didn't talk, ashen-pale he looked more like a Raven Guard than a Child of the Emperor.

    Across where the stricken Lord Commander was, sat Jaghatai. Cross-legged and out of his armor, Khagan had a looks of a deadly feline, ready to pounce at the nearest opportunity. His body language was that of an unrelenting storm, quick to anger and even quicker to unleash, although his gaze was drawn inwards and was quite troubled. Next to him stood Yabuqa, Yesugei and one of his senior legionaries, the one they called Jubal Khan, Lord of Summer Lightning. All three of them, just like the Primarch, were respectively quiet, letting the warriors of the Millennial speak first.

    "Brothers, my lord Jaghatai, thank you for coming," it was Nykar who spoke, the Reclusiarch's voice was even lower now and more raspy as he apparently suffered a throat injury. "I report that "Sovereign" was able to outrun the Death Guard vessels and we are currently inbound to a location given to us by Lord Jubal, where the rest of the White Scars Ordu is waiting on them. According to Lord Yesugei, the mission on Ios was a success," Stormseer looked down as Nykar paused for a moment, before continuing. "Third Millennial suffered heavy casualties and we have lost three hundred and forty-seven legionaries alongside nearly two thousand serfs."

    "With Praetor Sidon currently being in a critical state, it falls up to you to give us guidance. Lords Aleph and Arnock," the Reclusiarch singled two warriors personally, while he didn't really have any power over them the Raven Guard seemed to have embraced his calling and acted as a spiritual leader of sorts, apparently seeing that this group needed it now.

    "In the old Nineteenth, we practiced a strategy. When on a mission, a kill-team had a ranking in seniority. So when our Alpha went down, either dead or wounded, another in the line would take his place and become an Alpha, in so making sure the chain of command was never broken. While I'm aware this is not my parent Legion, I also know that now, more than ever, order must be kept and lines held."

    "So what are your orders?"
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  8. Imperius matt23 Curator

    Before the Deathshroud's head could even hit the ground, Arnock's blade impacted against the armor of another Death Guard warrior. Arnock cried out, "Come traitors! Come and meet the true Harbinger of Death!" Just as the last word left his mouth, a cold embrace gripped around him as a blinding light came over his vision. In the blink of an eye, Arnock's feet touched the bowels of Sovereign. Looking at his retinue, Arnock called out in the teleportarium, "Summon an apothecary at once!" Arnock then caught Craven by the stub of where his arm used to be a looked him in the face, "Hold fast, brother. You have served the Imperium with honor today." Looking to Mathius and Rulduan next, "You all served with honor. The traitors now know the taste of death and before this war ends, we shall see the fear on their faces once the enter our presence."

    Seeing that the apothecaries were taking to long, Arnock helped Craven with the rest of he retinue to the Apothecarium. And, in that very moment, Arnock was overcome by the sheer number of injured brethren that laid injured or dying. While Craven and the others managed to find an empty place to lay, Arnock's eyes slowly looked over the room. He slowly walked between all the beds, the noise of the serfs and apothecaries working faded away. As he walked, a hand reached out and grabbed his wrist while a strand voice spoke, "Master of Rites... did we succeed?" Arnock turned to see a loyal member of the Millennial laying on a bed, his body mangled to a put to where the status of his organs could be seen with the naked eye. Arnock spoke as he looked down at his brother, "The victory today was the first on the path to purging all the traitors who would dare rise up against the Imperium, brother." The brother spat up some blood as his looked into Arnock's eyes, "I have not forgotten..." And in that moment, the life left his brother's eyes and his body fell limp. An apothecary walked up to Arnock and spoke, "Excuse me, Master of Rites, but we must tend to his body and proceed with the death rites." Arnock let go of his brother's and hand turned to walk out of the Apothecarium, however; just before he exited the door, his fist impacted against a wall with enough force to leave a dent.


    -Three days after Ios, "Sovereign's" Command Quarters

    Arnock looked around the room, taking note of all the injuries that were new to everyone in the room. He himself did not leave the surface of Ios unscathed. Plenty of fresh wounds now covered his face, however; it was perhaps not as bad as some of the others. Much still weighed heavy on his mind, these thoughts still included the brother he watched died in the Apothecarium, his dying words being a quote from Arnock himself, 'I have not forgotten...'

    As Arnock heard his name called, along with Aleph, he stepped forward and spoke, "We can not rest. We must push forward, for the traitors will not stop until every trace of the Imperium is destroyed." Looking to Nykar and then to Jubal Khan, Arnock continued, "Have we received any word from the legions that still remain loyal to the Emperor and the Imperium?"
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  9. Brother_Draconion Draconion Well-Known Member

    Anabasis of the 4th: Left For Dead the Second - The Flight from Ios

    Astride the captured Stormlord, Vitaly coordinates the battle as the 4th Millennial beats a fighting retreat - orderly, disciplined, effective, perfect in all the ways that count - yet, for all that, desperate beyond words. A terrible smile spreads beneath his faceless helm as the captured super-heavy mows down rank after rank of marching Death Guard, the blizzard of heavy-calibre bolt rounds reducing the lines of Legionnaires to dense clouds of aerosolised blood, bone and ceramite.

    While the main guns of the tank scythe down Mortarion's sons, Vitaly addresses himself to Primarch himself, insolently blasting the Primarch between the shoulderblades in the middle of his duel with the Khagan. The Entropic Disruptor batters the Primarch to his knees with bone-rattling vibrations, glitching his armour into unnatural contortions and spraining spasms, making him look like an absolute idiot. The paired lascannons of the Stormlord add further insult, boring deep into the artificered Barbaran Plate, leaving behind cauterised holes in both adamantium and Primarch flesh. The Khagan leaps aside to avoid being caught in friendly fire, the incident having bought a respite for both demigods amidst their duel, though Mortarion has clearly come out the worse for it. The hooded head swings around to stare in the direction of the treacherous attack, hollow eyes promising a thousand horrific deaths to its originator. Vitaly unflinchingly meets the dead stare of the XIVth Primarch with an accusing finger. In that moment, he feels all the thousands of Throne-loyal dead of Isstvan III and V standing behind him, pouring their silent, venomous condemnation into him, flowing in a silent, corroding stream from his finger to engulf the accursed traitor receding into the distance. With the abrupt lethality of a dagger-thrust, Vitaly stabs a thumb downward to underscore his point.

    As you did to us, so we will see done unto you a million million times over.

    Mortarion already forgotten, Vitaly returns to the task of coordinating the retreat. In the midst of flash-nudging orders to various units to close up gaps in the line and move to mutually supporting positions, Vitaly takes a moment to appreciate the sight of the mega-bolter reducing Death Guard to fertiliser, not realising that his helm vox systems have suffered mild damage and are glitching, leaving his channel open at unpredictable moments. A strange, disturbing sound spreads across the theatre vox-net, and it is a sergeant of the line who first realises what it is.

    "Aristedes, Sergeant, 3rd Company, to all points. Who's that laughing on the command vox?"

    Brought to his senses by the confused query, Vitaly shuts his mouth with a click of teeth and slaps his glitching helm in the side to temporarily resolve the issue, sending a clade of nano-drones into the workings to chase down the root cause. As the hoppers clatter dry beneath his feet, he steps up fire from the Stormlord's secondary weapons, playing his Disruptor beam across the Death Guard ranks to hobble their advance while dropping missiles from his rapidly-emptying silos in their rear lines to break up their coherency. As the psyker contingent
    comes flying into view, he note the distinct lack of a member in inscrutable silence, before going back to his work of leading the rearguard. Seeing Denatus in the distance, he silently nudges an alert to the man, signalling pickup via fast-moving motorised units, only to see them cancelled from the other end. His brow furrowing, he attempts to repeat the action, only for Denatus to turn to look in his direction and wave him off, before pointing toward the enemy, then continue standing his ground and firing upon the enemy. Vitaly stares in silence for several long seconds, feeling yet more of his youth drift away as ashes upon the wind, before finally nodding and adding his fire to the Destroyer Lord's own for as long as he can before the Stormbird bay doors close at last.

    Even then, he insists on finding a porthole through which to watch the final action of Denatus' remnant below, willing himself to watch as his old squad-brother is finally scythed down by the Accelerator autocannons of a Sicaran unit, his rune fading to black in the same instant. Vitaly stares at the receding ground in rigid silence for several more seconds, before turning away to march into the bowels of the Stormbird's main bay and see to his duties. Behind him, he leaves the imprint of his bionic fingers in the metal spar he had been gripping.

    <Command Meeting, Three Days After Ios>

    As usual, Vitaly attends the meeting via remote presence, his shimmering hololith an idealised simulation of silent attentiveness, as his actual self is engaged in EVA upon the outer hull of the Sovereign, conducting critical repairs to the much-abused ship. When Arnock is done speaking, he says his piece.

    "That we should continue to prosecute war upon the traitors goes beyond question. Specifics are what we need. The question now is, do we push for Terra, or do we continue to harry the enemy rear lines for the foreseeable future? Each objective comes with its own logistical and operational questions that must be answered if we are to remain viable. More immediately, our supply situation is approaching critical and needs addressing immediately."

    Declaration Of Intent: Prelude

    <24 hours after the command meeting>

    Vitaly marches through the red-light decks of the Forge Precincts like a man on a mission. Serfs and Astartes alike hasten out of his way, knowing full well that, when the Forgemaster moves with such venomous purpose, it bodes ill for anyone who delays him by even a fraction of a second. Coming to the maximum-security detention/enhanced interrogation unit he constructed for his own use, he works the locks and throws the door open like a man possessed. Aside from the sorry figure of Theophrastus Karon - now shrunken by long torture and malnutrition - the unit holds three others. Agoston, the Death Guard sergeant taken on Ios, and two of his assault cadre that survived the fight against Vitaly. All three are strapped to agoniser-racks based on the VIIth Legion pain glove design - far more carceral and makeshift than the bespoke excruciation Vitaly wrought for Karon, but well fit for task and purpose all the same.

    "Congratulations. Today, you four fulfill the ultimate purpose of your sorry lives," he says in a machine-modulated rasp after regarding his captives for several seconds, elicting a weak groan from Karon - long since at the end of his rope - and a rather more spirited snarl from Agoston, not yet so weakened by lengthy excruciation.

    A binharic burst causes several servitors to emerge from their niches, complex instructions signalling them to move the prisoners to another location. More servitors join the grim procession, apparently heavily adapted for both complex, invasive surgery as well as delicate machine assembly. Further instructions flashed to the brig decks with Vitaly's personal signifiers authorise the release of approximately thirty Legion prisoners under close guard, to be moved to the same location.

    @Vulpas

    Down in the main medbay, a servo-skull floats to the side of Jendon's bed, projecting a live hololithic communication from Vitaly.

    "It is time. We should delay no longer. I'm having the prisoners moved to the site now. Are you able to attend, or do you wish to act via remote presence?"
  10. Fox Vulpas Well-Known Member

    -Death and decay-
    Jendon fought bitterly with anger and spite as he saw Elymas's life ruin go out he felt ribs crack as the monster through him and blow after blow came with his powered chain axe attempting to deflect to big blows as they came, His vitals began to lower and readings of what infected his system began to overwhelm his sight as pain and combat drugs flooded his body as the apothecary tried to claw his way over to Elymas's position. It was then the sound of thunder caught them all of guards and it began to rain. Causing his attackers to flinch and even be pushed back, Given his chance Jendon lept towards Elymas. his friend naught but ash instincts cauing him to search through the ashe for organs would cause a deep pang of failure as the apothcary realized nothing was left to recover. Visions of time of old between the Assault marine and Librarian bubbled to the surface as he looked to the ashes.

    Elymas geneseed was lost as the apothecary was suddenly wrenched up his hand suddenly went to something glinting causing it to be freed from the ashes. Phoenix's Resolve. Jendon's hand refused to leave it as he was pulled up by the whites car. As he saw the psykers freed a voice within his head told him. "Come. Push through, Complete the mission. Mourn when the objective is completed". "Alright Lets get them out of here." Jendon said his voice was rough sounding heavy with fluids as the apothecary felt fluid began to build in his lungs. Taking point with the Storm seer the apothecary would help keep the front clear as he did he would feel a deep slow pain begin to build within him. as they made it outside and the storm bird landed Jendon would be the first in, at first to attempt to help aid the wounded but then the apothecary found himself near collapsing falling to a singe knee as he began to wretch. ripping off his helmet with a slop as flesh slopped from the apothecaries face. Jendon would begin to cough attempting to pull in air and finding himself having more and more troubles as his face began burning looking down into the ground he suddenly realize why his face felt like it caught fire. From the pile Jendon would recognize several muscles and facial tissue of his own face. The apothcary felt stun before he felt suddenly suddenly another brother come to his aid another apothecary attempting to help the chief apothecary breath.



    -Dreams of a better day - Club house initiation of a brother.
    As Jendon floated in a tank of anemonic fluid his mind began to wonder as he stared outside of the tube the apothcarion flooded with wounded brothers and medicae working against the clock to stabilize and save there other brothers. Jendon wondered was this what Pholax felt like within his own coffin? while there was a few differences such as space and light as well as limbs he still had giving off pain to his brain Jendon could think of no other comparison. As he began drifting off as a new sedative was applied. He began to dream of another day of old voices of brothers returning to him Elymas, Dentatus, even pholax before he was interred.


    It was back in the day Jendons mind drifted to a day in the great crusade. It was the welcoming of another brother to there club, bringing in a new member, Blind folded brother, Calitan would be initiated into there club a friend of Jendons who had managed to get invited and accepted by the others. "Calitan now you enter a threshold of a new experience. A meeting of like minded. "Jendon was cut off by Calitan. "Jendon do you have to be so dramatic?" Jendon gave a laugh in his robes as he was interrupted. "Nah i justike pulling your leg brother." Jendon said as he let the others begin the initation with Calitan. Jendon taking off the blind fold.



    -command meeting

    In the command meeting a lone Servo skull hovered in jendons position. The chief apothecary lay on a surgical bed his body still under going rounds of synthetic flesh and skin transplants to replace his lost flesh. The chief apothecary had been floating for the past two days in a anmenoic tank and for those past to days he had been itching to get back to work whether it was dreaming of better days or awake in a tank only able to stair out helplessly at the apothcarion and its state. Now he was in a bed. his body attempting to heal as another round of surgery was put on schedule to get the chief apothecary back on his feet. A request he had made to his brothers to give him back his helmet after being decontaminated. Jendon wanted to work get back to duty any way he could. Even if it meant it was through a servo skull. In the command meeting a single servo skull hovered in Jendons spot. As it did Jendon attempted to speak his voice raspy and horse, and it coming through the servo skull distorted it even further.

    "Currently we have at least have our wounded treated for in the apothcarion, Within the next few hours Bertold and the rest of our apothcaries should be finishing another batch of our critical cases and moving onto our last third of critical we are doing best we can with we can with current supplies, but if i may advise a request for a deployment against traitor supply caches in the future, Possibly with the use of stealth or kill team infiltration to help minimize any casualties possibly maintained." Jendon suggested the servo skull said its head and empty eye sockets turned to Arnock and Aelph. "of our future situation, I do have another query, has there been any word from captain Minetrial?" The servo skull asked





    Declaration Of Intent: Prelude @Draconion
    Jendon lay in his bed bandaging stitches, and a hospital gown covering him, As a Servo skull came up him and displayed Vitaly Jendon knew what he would be asking for. "Unable to attend brother, Remotely will have to do. Jendon said as he did he moved his hands up, Various stiches and stapling covered both of his hands much like the rest of his body and his face. Few hairs were left upon jendons head and parts of his face had stiches covering over various lines where new flesh had been grafted over his muscles. Jendon looked over to a servitor and gave it a nod as it came over and placed his helmet over his head. "I have a few open Servo skulls that should be to perform various operations as well as few servitors maybe a bit different then hands on, Though I know I can still perform what will be needed. Just give a link to my helmet and i should be able to see through them and give the directions needed where to cut and what to administer." Jendon said looking to vitialy hololithe.


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