The cold silence hung heavy at the edge of the Immundra Sub-Sector, as the very fabric of space and time was violently ripped asunder. A rapidly expanding gash opened, allowing the unholy light of the immaterium to bleed into real-space. The tear grew wider, as if to grow to such size to to consume the entire system. It's growth halted as quickly as it began, as the rippling portal stabilized at last, just in time to disgorge the ones that had created it.

A massive armoured prow, emblazoned with the double headed eagle of the Imperium of Man, thrust it's way through the gaping maw and into the welcoming embrace of the airless void. As it passed through, streams of energy lashed against the ship's Gellar Field, as if trying to find purchase to haul the massive Battleship back into the warp, but they found none and coiling back into churning wound in reality.

As His Divine Imperial Majesty's Ship Magnificent cleared the rift, the prows of the ships in the task force slowly followed suit. One by one, each exited the warp and maneuvered into their assigned position. As the last stragglers slipped through, the rift collapsed in upon itself and vanished.

They had at last arrived, and graciously intact.
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On the Command Bridge, Rear-Admiral Stephen Van Vorst was seated in his imperious Command Throne, monitoring the numerous data feeds from the different sections of the ship. He looked up from his work as the heavy blast shields opened for the first time in six months since their departure. The massive armaglass windows were finally revealed, giving the bridge crew a pleasant view of the tiny dots that were the distant worlds of the Immundra Sub-Sector.

"Warp Translation successful, My Lord" came a shout from the Sensorium Petty Officer. "All ships have reported they are in station. No reported damage at this time. Full systems check is underway"

"Very good" was Stephen's quick reply. "Tactical, give me a view Immundra 5. Maximum magnification. I don't want any surprises as we make our approach. The Arch-enemy have had months to prepare while we mustered the strength to meet them. Who knows what they done in the meantime."

"At once My Lord. You will have a preliminary report shortly."

Stehpen didn't get a chance to reply before a shout from the rear of the bridge drew his attention.

"Inquisitor Azrael approaching Sir!" bellowed the Naval Armsmen that were guarding the entrance.

The massive blast door parted a moment later, permitting Lord Azrael and his Astarte bodyguards entrance. Their heavy footfalls resounded off of the marbled deck. Crewmen scurried out of their way and gave the trio a wide berth.

The Templars took up position on either side of the bridge, as the Inquisitor approached the forward observation deck, and stared out the view ports at the distant shape of Immundra 5.

"Any updates Admiral?" he inquired, his back to him. Stephen hated that tone. It never boded well in his experience when an Inquisitor was "restless". At least Azrael wasn't Ordo Hereticus . . . fewer burnings when the Ordo Malleus was involved. Usually. . .

"Only an initial report thus far, My Lord" Stephen replied, as he rose from his throne and descended the raised dias. He approached the large tactical hololithic display that dominated the center of the bridge. He waved his gloved hand over the display, which shifted the focus from the whole planetary system, to Immundra 5 itself.

"As it stands my Lord, all of our ships are accounted for. That said however, we are still waiting on reports from the Imperial Guard transports with regards to the status of their troops. I am not sure how well the troops dealt with the prolonged warp transit, though I expect there will be more then a few summary executions to follow"

"I have also sent words to all of the senior officers of the Task Force, requesting their immediate attendance to finalize plans for the forthcoming invasion. I have no doubt that your Lordship will like to speak with the General Staff yourself. Brigadier-General Holstenn and his staff are preparing the briefings in the Strategium on deck 4"

"Now, more to the point of the enemy's disposition" Stephen began, shifting the grainy holol-image of the planet to the darkened side.

"As far as our auspex can tell, the Arch-enemy have positioned their ships in high orbit over the northern hemisphere. We presume that they have landed their forces and established a base no doubt. We will not know for certain until we are closer to the planet's gravity well."

"Aside from that, all we know for certain is that the Archenemy has had several months to prepare, and even though we entered the system outside of general auspex range, I have no doubt that they were aware of our presence the moment we translated into real-space"

"In terms of their force disposition, we only know that they have two Battlebarges and several supporting vessels at their disposal. The only report we had was a broken transmission we received from the Explorator team that was sent to this world initially. Their vessels were ambushed and presumably destroyed."

"Interestingly though, is that we detected a large debris field over the southern hemisphere. A mixture of Imperial vessels and otherwise. Most of it quite old. Considering that a Space Hulk was recently reported in the region, and judging by the massive black scar that is marking the southern tip of the main continent, I'd say there is a good possibility that the Hulk was shot down by the Archenemy and crashed on the surface"

"That can only mean Orks or worse, My Lord" Stephen concluded. "Once I have more information, I shall appraise you at once.

(OOC:this post is not meant to make my character seem like the overall boss...just playing the part I chose which is the, for lack of better terms, the asshole)


Inquisitor Azrael paced as he listened to Admiral Van Vorst. He lifted a hand as he shook his head, "I shall listen in on staff briefings but there is no need for my presents to impose more than needed. That is of course unless the General and yourself can not handle things, Admiral." Again a sinister smile came across his face while he glanced at the Admiral.

He continued to pace listening further as the Admiral continued. He heard mention of Orks and spoke again, "I am sure that you know the duties of Ordo Malleus, Admiral, in regards to what we handle. Lucky enough for you you have a company of one of the finest chapters in the Imperium to help assist with the xeno threat."

Once the Admiral finished speaking he turned towards the decks window, which made his black cape spin out a little as well. He then looked over his shoulder with his hands behind and in a deep and somewhat stern voice spoke, "I am sure you understand the gravity of this situation with myself having to be here. There have been rumors, to say the least, of a Chaos Lord in this sector after something very important." He then looked around at all the workers at their consules listening to him and he paused before continuing, "That is all that shall be discussed in this company, however. I do not want to cause fear amongst your ranks, thusly leading to disorder." He seemed to eye a lot of the workers at the station, as if to inspect them.

"About that meeting Admiral, perhaps it is time to call our leaders together to ensure we are all on the same page. Wouldn't you agree, Admiral Van Vorst?" he turned with a half smile on his face and his hands behind his back facing the Admiral.

Lord Apostle Zial walked forth at a brisk pace from the lower bowels of the fortress, a massive door wreathed in hellfire closing behind him, stifling a number of screams from the dungeons of the fortress before bathing the room in nearly immaculate silence. Behind Zial was a crumpled imperial navy officer, his hands grasping at his neck as the towering Chaos Warrior forcibly dragged him by his throat along the rough corridor. The Fortress was massively warped from it's emergence from the warp to the ruinous forces of Chaos, spikes erupted from every surface, the metal seemingly growing faces and leaking vile energy, Chaos worshippers and Daemons roamed the smaller halls, as massive daemonic machines of war stalked the larger corridors leading deeper into the fortress. The northern continent's largest and only building, Fordan was completely overrun. daemon summoning rituals plagued the Northern Hemisphere. Already the local geography showed signs of corruption as plants decayed and entropic rivers of warp energy began spreading from the fortress, from orbital view it seemed as if a dead patch was growing out from Fordan. The forces of Chaos had no intentions of remaining hidden any longer.

Already the victim in Zial's hand had "relatively" stopped squirming. He still grabbed at his hand incessantly though, only provoking the Chaos Lord to grip the man's throat a little Harder.

"So now.. if you are an loyal Commander of a branch of the Emperor's "esteemed" Navy, then tell me.. Where are your so called "Allies"?
Zial released his grip on the man's throat, ever so slightly. Just to allow the barest minimum of oxygen back into the man's body.

"They... are coming.......... and when....... they do...... they shall destroy you........ and this wretched.... fortress...."

"Is that so? Well then they won't be needing you any longer!"
Stopping at a strange balcony overlooking a large area inside the fortress, Lord Zial hefted the small man above and over the edge. Looking down, the naval officer could see a large vortex, deep crimson, swirling below him. Ammased around the ring was an assortment of Cultists and Space Marines, all screaming and roaring as hundred of prisoners were dragged out from a door beneath the balcony he could not see. In groups these prisoners were thrown into the vortex, their bodies dematerializing as daemonic faces rose up from the vortex and dragged them under. Now the realization of what was about to happen dawned upon the officer, who began to twist and squirm in the Chaos warrior's hand.

"NO! P-please!.... I.. I swear my self... to the dark gods..."

"Good. Then you shall see them"

Releasing the man from his hand, he feel screaming into the center of the portal. A chorus of excitement rose from the assembled crowd as the man feel into the pool, and the Dark Apostle's voice rang out in the room.

"Brother's and Sisters of Chaos. For years we have been persecuted by the vile dogs of the Imperium. No longer. With our newest allies joining us, and the generous gifts from Lord Abaddon himself. We shall show the Imperials what it is like to fear us."

The simple speech was met with outstanding cheers from the assembled masses, and soon after Zial Left for the depts of the Fortress, a sorcerer soon joining him as he reached the innermost basilica of Fordan.

"My Lord. We have felt disturbances in reality around the planet. The Loyalists are finally here. Furthermore, as you already know, orks have made landfall, but are growing at an alarming rate. Finally the gems that we have been sent to collect... Operations have proven fruitfull, yet a copious amount remain on the planet, particularly in the southern hemisphere. I'm concerned that reinforcements will not arrive for some time, but our forces gravely outnumber the remaining planetary defence force, but not the imperial army. But I have no doubt in your capabilites, I know tha--"

"Silence. You have given me what I require. Now leave. Immediately"

Turning around, the sorcerer left the antechamber, quite a few curses muttered silently under his breath.

[Ooc: Sometimes i forget just how weird and messed up it must be to write chaos rp Oh boy!]

After hearing the lovely speech kragg couldnt help but to start screaming and cheering and kragg being on a balcony everyone could hear him and it shot fear into the hearts of the prisoners in his room ned shoots his ripper cannon in the air yelling "Death to the imperial swine!!!" Then ned and kragg head off to to the closest area to drink and get high "hey ned what do you suppose are in those crystals? What ever it is lord zial really isnt waisting time to get to them at all hes been running everyone round the clock to prepare" ned shoulders a cultist and then starts laughing at the tiny man " well i dunno he told me dat if i help get em i can have all the grog!" Ned's face lit up with joy as the two enter to canteena then kragg lifts up 2 fingers we want your finest grog" niether sit down because they want to take it like men and after kragg and ned recieve their glass they immediately slam it all down and then they leave and venture the halls again

Galgradak haddent been all too happy about the landing, mostly becouse the dum gitz who had piloted his main ship had mistaken his order for other whipe to land with the order of everyone landing, witch was NOT what he wanted, now he had no spaceship to shoot loot outa de sky, they had all smashes down in the vicinity, Well atleast they had lost of scrap un gubbinz to start waging war on the planet.
He made his Way out of the smashes up command brigde, he had crushed Any git in there who had survived the crash since they had all zogged up.
He made his way to the ship place for there he knew one of his more priced possetions where, and indeed it was, a warbike so massive that it was allmost too big for Galgradak, it seemed like one or 2 of the dakka guns had been bent, but it haddent taken much damegde from the violent crash, showing even more about how well it was smashed together.

And then he got on it, and the sound of thunder so loud that yoofs and young boyz would have gorne deff sounded as the engine was reaved to life. Galgradak opened fire at the closed borda port and it blew open as a number of autocannon sized gunz and 2 beamy deffguns opened fire. and then the engines true sound could be heard as he dove out into the sunlight on the new planet.
He quicky ran over a pair of ramshacle shacks they had allready set up out side, as he then went too look for Megabash, the big git would have to be busy by now, or else he would need to learn that slacking wasent accepted.

<Megabash>
"Yep, daz da boss. " Megabash and crew weren't far behind the Warboss having actually been in the vehicle pool with him just out of sight in the heart of a tread bearing battle wagon that rumbled along in the bosses wake. Frankly it wasn't exactly fast but it was a fair trade off for its ability to tackle most types of terrain, heavier armor and of course lots and lots of guns. What had initially been intended to be a pair of viewing ports to act as 'eyes' on the front just above its tusked grille plate had been filled with looted punisher gattling guns. A kill kannon swiveled about lazily a top its center back while a number of disembarkation planks were fasted to its sides with heavy adamantium chains, one for each member of Megabash's Bashin Brawlin Bruisin Big'uns, A.K.A the Bashers. A swarm of grots constantly stampeded about within and without the battle wagon performing repairs and racing to earn a spot in one of its many shoota, scorcha or rokkit turrets.

A quartet of mega-phones duct taped together and wired to the roof screamed with feedback for several seconds before just barely carrying the Mega-Nob's voice to the warboss. "BACK 'ERE BOSS! WEEZ RIDIN OUT FINALLY? "

"WES BE RIDEN OUT TO SE WAT DIS EAR ROK OFFAS" Galgredak yelled Into his own personal voxcaster, This wasent a ride to war, but a ride to get to know the nearby area perhaps there was mines here, mines where good they reminded him of his first fights, too long ago.
"NOW GET YAH WAGON IN GEER BASH" he Then ended it with as his own monster bike cruised through the rough undergrund with ease

<Megabash>
"Course boss, roight boss. " Megabash's voice continued to carry out through the speaker before he tossed the microphone aside to address his Bashers. "All uv yaz disembark, keep fings runnin around here while I go out on a proppa trukk, somin dat'll keep up wiv da boss. " Kicking down one of the boarding planks just as the grots finished unhooking the chains he stomped out.

"SOMEONE GIT MEGABASH A TRUKK!" Giggzit was at hand as always, roaring out the order in Megabash's place. A ramshackle six wheeled vehicle rolled up in short order, skidding to a halt but a foot short of clashing with him. Rocking violently as Megabash brought his impressive weight upward and into the trukk bay he smacked the drivers cabin with his axe, shattering its glass window, and signaled them off in Galgredak's wake.

As they cruised through the rough country side for an Hour or so, even with good speed it was a bit uneventfull, but it did give a good understanding of the surrounding area, but Then he Saw somehing radiating light, he quickly drove to it and stopped, it was a small crater (minor Break off from the major comet) and in it lay some purple crystal radiating light Galdradak picked it up in his normal hand it would have been a large piece to a human, but in his massive hand it was a bit small.
He looked to Megabash who had also surely stopped to see the whats about. " Iz caries 'eavy wyrd dis ear" he said as he could feel the radiating power

It was the shadow of the wind, like a flute whispering nonchalant notes to no one in specific. It was the sound of the wild life and its subtle symphony what was heard, not the creeping advance of the Eldar.
A smooth long barrel peeked from above a bladed shoulder, barely cut out from the background in a mesmeric shimmer.
"My senses are under assault," said a voice by her side, from lips that showed almost no movement.
"Orks," replied hers - crimson and curled in a confident smile.

The brushing of rushing air rustled the golden sea of grass, but the observing eye could make out seven slender silhouettes in which nature replied with a lag - it was the Pathfinders of the Vent Iylaadr, moving as ever-patient spiders through a gold-wrought silk, leaving no trace that they ever existed.

"A shame, that they taint these brave-new lands," said a figure third, kneeling by their side but invisible like the rest. He scanned the horizon with a Faolchu's lens.
"Are we to purge them, Captain?" Asked a disembodied feminine voice - flatly, yet curious.
"No. The Threads have revealed the presence of several other factions," answered a shadow by her side.
The wind blew again, and Caedessin allowed it to reveal her pitch-black mane. In her deep red lips there was an arrogant belief, in her dark green eyes - a murderous intent.

"We are to ruffle some feathers, lead their blades astray - into each others' flesh," she said.
"Then watch like the Laughing as their numbers burn."