Dalimond nodded and remained where he was allowing the Inquisitor to stay or leave as he saw fit, the guardsmen still standing to attention were almost set to disperse and get ready for the ground operation. Jacob allowed himself a flicker of a smile again as he watched them, as he was before despite their one failing he was confident of their ability.
"I shall bother you no longer Commissar Dalimond. I shall be watching and taking note of your troops, I hope them to be all good things." He quickly turned and made his way to the door he entered in, to make his exit.
While zial is busy kragg and ned get to the bottom floor and start talking to about 25 u underlings to.join them they wouldnt dare ask a space marinefor help because theyd probonly tell.zial amd ruin all the fun "ok you maggots zial sent me down here to grab a bunch of you to actually test your might" kragg shot a monstrous grin when he saw the cultists attentions perk up and some of them saying -no need to worry we will kill everything in our way!- "goood good im going to need that and bring you big boy bags were going on a trip but to get things settled try to talk little or not at all the big man here has a "few" uhhhh how should i say this "trigger" words amd for those of you who have been huffing to much paint that means you say a specific word, words or phrase he will go into a hatred filled rage like.you have ever seen and surely all of.you will die" *points to the scrawny one in the back* "youll be lucky he will eat you first and as for any of your ranks? Well lets just say the big man here is above all of you now if their are any questions? *ned raises his hand* "uhhh yes ned?" Ned lowers his hand " im gonna call the scrawny one george" kragg just has a star struck look "well....ok then lets get on the go everyone" all the cultists begin to grab their gear as kragg waits with med at the front gate
H.D.M.S Magnificent - 120 Hours from Immundra 5 "What?" was Stephen's reply, as he moved to stand behind the Lieutenant. "What kind of energy signatures?" "I'm am not sure, Sir" the man replied, frantically mashing buttons on his console, trying to locate the source of the energy signatures. His frantic efforts ceased suddenly, as he pressed a had to his earpiece. "My Lord!" he shouted, spinning around in his chair to face Stephen. "The Lady Navigator has reported that the energy is physic in nature. She feels the ripples in the warp . . ." he trailed off. "Admiral! The sensorium is reporting abnormal heat blooms all across the planet. It appears the energy spike has caused a massive bloom in the local flora. The entirety of the main continent appears to be effected. There is even evidence that undersea vegetation has reacted. The coral is blooming right out of the damned ocean!" He couldn't believe what he was seeing. What madness was this? Had the Archenemy done this? Why the plants, of all things? "Helmsman! Full speed ahead! Divert unnecessary power to the primary reactor! I want to be within the outer gravity well within 48 hours!" "My Lord? Even at optimal sub-light it would take at least a week at this distance!" came the man's reply. "Then tell the Enginseers to pray harder!" he spat, already making his way off the bridge. "Two days Lieutenant, we can afford no more time then that!" He did not wait to hear his reply. As he departed, he stopped at the Communications hub. "Petty Officer Lorman, Contact the senior Guard Officers and the General Staff. They are all to report to the Strategium in one hour, no excuses!" "At . . . at once, Admiral Sir!" The man stuttered, as he moved to carry out his orders. Stephen's face belied his lack of patience. Despite his impatience, Stephen knew that Inquisitor Azrael had to be informed. He wouldn't trust a subordinate to break the news. Stephen opened a private vox channel on the Inquisitor's personal frequency. "My Lord, I have a report. You are not going to believe this, but . . . "
H.D.M.S Magnificent - Strategium The massive armoured doors parted before Stephen even reached the threshold. The armsmen guarding the entrance snapped to attention an saluted as he passed. Stephen returned it, hurrying past them, as his Adjutant jogged behind to keep up. The Strategium was a scene of barely organized chaos. Hundreds of crewman and officers sat a workstations and cogitator banks, pouring over tactical data, maps and reports. They hurried to and fro, carting stacks of dataslates and reams of parchment printouts hastily ripped from printers. Stephen waved them on as they tried to stop to pay him compliments. Now was not the time. He maneuvered his way to the lower section of the space, were a descending tiered theater shaped like an oval that was open at both ends to permit entry. The many seats were mostly empty, but officers both commissioned and otherwise were starting to take their seats. A large hololithic display dominated the lowest tier of the briefing space, which was currently displaying an image of Immundra 5, cast in grainy green and shuttered every so often. A tech adapt was standing next to it, with one of his mechadendrites inserted into the control console, trying to stabilize the image and bring up relevant tactical information feeds. Across from the Adept, Brigadier-General Edvardius Holstenn was leaning against the edge of the display, a cup of expensive recaff in one hand, while the other hand was preoccupied adding theatrical gravitas to one of his grand war stories from his days as a junior officer. His enthralled audience of junior officers were buying every detail, exaggerated to the point of near ridiculousness. Stephen had heard all of them, and knew they were all overindulged or outright fabrication. He had of course contacted other officers who had served with Holstenn previously and they all confirmed the stories down to the last detail. Officially. Unofficially, they had told Stephen outright that Holstenn had bravely lead from the rear since his first day in the field, through every campaign. Holstenn's father had all but bought his son a commission and ensured the arrogant upstart had only served the bare minimal time in the field. Most of the General's time in the Guard was spent as a Staff Officer or in rear-echelon support duties. His time as a Colonel was spent leading an artillery regiment that was so far behind the front lines, that in a three year campaign, they didn't even fire a single shot in anger at the enemy. That however was not found in any official record. No, Brigadier-General Edvardius Holstenn had an impeccable record (on-paper). Despite that, however, this campaign to claim Immundra 5 would be his trial-by-fire. It seemed Segmentum Command had no experienced Generals to assigned to this campaign, and had thought it simple enough for a man like Holstenn to lead. Especially considering two veteran regiments were assigned to take the world. The Cadian 543th were a regiment comprised of surviving elements of numerous regiments that had fought the Archenemy on Cadia itself, during the 13th Black Crusade. Their leader, Colonel Hector Bassk, was a near giant of a man, who's body was half adamantium and augmentics, as a cultist has only succeed in half killing him, as he so liked to joke. That left him with the left side of his face covered in an adamatium plate and a baleful red optic implant. His left arm from the shoulder down, and his left leg from the hip and lower were augmentic as well. A tough bastard is their ever was one. He stood off to the General's left, clad in his fatigues and carapace, while rapping his metallic digits on the surface of the holo-projector. His face a poorly hid mask of boredom and growing irritation. A small group of Cadian officers hovered around him, with similar expressions. He and his officers snapped to attention as Stephen approached, saluting. "Admiral on deck!" Colonel Bassk shouted, startling Holstenn mid sentence. "Colonel! Do you mind?" Holstenn spat, frustrated. "I am in the middle of . . " "Nothing so important as acknowledging the presence of a superior officer, Brigadier-General!" Stephen finished for him. Noting the satisfied smirk from Bassk and his officers. "What? Oh of course!" Holstenn interjected, recovering quickly. "My mistake, Rear-Admiral". He and his entourage came to attention and saluted. Stephen returned it, before joining them around the projector and motioning those stating in the tiered seating around them to carry on. "Are we ready?" Stephen inquired, looking to a nearby red uniformed officer of the Tactician Corps. "Nearly Sir. We are waiting on a few more attendees. The Gortex regimental command and our Mechanicus allies primarily" The quiet hum of servos behind them drew everyone's attention upwards. Resplendent in his crimson robes of office and carried forwards on his gleaming stilt-legs cast of the finest brass, Archmagos Veneratus Gearhart Griess arrived with a flair and unnerving grace that only a servant of the Machine God could muster. Two hooded Adepts accompanied him, but stood off to the side in silence. Gearhart approached the assembled officers and bowed his head respectfully. [Greetings honoured servants of the Imperium. Rear-Admiral Van Vorst. Brigadier-General Holstenn] He intoned, his voice modulated to add a respectful inflection to his words. [I hope I am not too late to participate?] He extended one of his articulated hands to Stephen, who shook it, marveling at the firm yet not overbearing weight behind it. Gearhart was a surprisingly affable, for a senior adept of the Cult Mechanicus. No doubt due to his regular dealings with those outside of the priesthood. It didn't make him any less terrifying or uncomfortable to be around, but it was leaps and bounds better then his contemporaries. "Not at all, Archmagos. Thank you for joining us at such short notice. We indeed have much to discuss" Stephen assured, releasing his grip. [Excellent] the Archmagos replied. He scuttled over to Holstenn, offering a similar greeting. Stephen smiled to himself, enjoying the awkward look on his face as he accepted the offered hand. Holstenn, he was told, was particularly off put by Tech Priests. "We are only waiting for the Gortex Regimental Command now, Admiral" the Tactician reported, as he started to hand out dataslates for the briefing.
Inquisitor Azrael made his way towards the area of the ship where the Black Templars were preparing for the landing on Immundra V. He entered the large room full of Black Templars training and talking but took little interest in them. Instead he motioned towards Chaplain Marcus who then made his way over to Azrael to speak. "Chaplain Marcus, once we have arrived at Immundra V you will stay here on the ship on standby for drop pod insertion. I, however, will be going planet side with a tactical squad and two shield bearers. You will not make any moves without my authority. Is that understood Chaplain?" One could almost hear the chaplain's teeth grinding, "Understood..." "Good to hear we are on the same page," the Inquisitor turned and began walking towards the exit, "First squad, with me. Now." At that a squad of veteran Black Templars grabbed their gear and followed. And with that the Inquisitor and the squad exited.
As the Inquisitor made his way down the halls of the ship he looked over his shoulder, "Shield bearers with me, the rest of you standby in the main hanger until we are ready to head planet side." Not a word was said as all but the two shield bearers broke off and headed towards the main hanger. Azrael, however; had somewhere else he wished to be at the moment. The doors to the Strategium opened and the Inquisitor and his two guards walked in, "I hope I am not late for the party." The same sinister smile was on his face as before, "Do not worry though. As I am merely here to listen to your strategies and plan accordingly." He moved into a good viewing position to where he could watch and listen closely.
<Ead Ztompa> @Grall_Stonefist As Ead Ztompa was flying towards his destination, he couldn't help but think that this warboss was quite more little than he expected. Announced by the thunderous roaring of "Beatzy", the stormnob landed, or better crashed, right in front of the waiting Warbike boss. "So, you's da git in charge'o diz party ere, roight? Mpf, seen betta WAAAGHs dan diz eva before joinin Ghaszghkull's wun. Annyway, diz ez ya lucky day bozz, kauze ME, Ead Ztompa da Krooza Nob, ez ere to teach sume'o yer lads oo to be proppa killa ztormboys! Now, where's moy rekkruits and my Funguz Beer Barrel?" Only then Ead Ztompa started noticing something strange, though, like the wide area where he was staying, with different boys looking at the two huge greenskins as if they were a public. That situation reminded him of something, but for the time being he preferred waiting for an answer.
The movement was quick as a huge openhanded powerfist moved to smack the the smaller stormnob who had once again proven his impunity towards a Goff warboss. Galdradak did not aim to kill the stormnob, hence why his powered fist was open, had it been closed very few things could survive a punch from the especially brutally build warboss, "YUS BETTAH SHUT DA ZOG UP BOY, UN DUN TALK OF GHAZKULL IN MA WAAAAGH" he roared wilst smacking the storm no aside. (OOC: wanna do it PvP or fall in line )
<Ead Ztompa> @Grall_Stonefist "AND YA KALL DAT A BEATING?" Still physically shaken by the devastating punch, Ead Ztompa's impunity was still completely intact. However, entering into a beating with the local warboss wasn't his primary goal, as he preferred leading smaller squads rather than an entire WAAAGH, too much gubbins and worries for that role he always thought. Besides, once the fight on that planet was over, he might always make it out with some looted gear from that arrogant's warbike. In the end, he just shrug off the "accident" and decided to get along with the warboss for the time being. "Wutteva, I d'dn't like dat relligious git so much, afta all. Now, kan Oi have diz rekkruits or wut? Kauze Oi kan make some nazty stormboys if ya gimme da raw matterial! Dough Oi'll need also sume fungus beer, cause Oi kan't tell appart stomping from training when Oi's firsty...."
