mean while outide* "I am Zcee Nook!" Last of the Great exterminators! Pharon of the sacarelic Dynasty! And need to kill something! the small group of necrons wandred by as they detected the mineing outpost.... -[Sir Inferiour construct Detected]- where? Zcee nook turned to see the giant sea of Tyranids move into the outpost. -"Oh... I see...Lets see the Bugs should ignore us as long as we dont make anything stupid" That said a Lictor appared from nowhere and began to attack the androids. "oh...NOT TODDAY BUG!" as He let out a Burst of Green fire. and left the Tyranid buring towards him* "Not the best idea..."
KAIRETH 3 - Mining outpost. The lictor burns down, turning to ash. but he wasn't alone. large ammounts of Gaunts comes running while Gargoyls comes flying towards them, shooting more and more parasites towards them
"Shards of the Nightbringer! Lych Gaurds... Formation 503!" The Lych gaurds moved into form a circle around the necron over lord. makeing a wall of sheilds. "Ready" The Tyranids began to get close "Set" The first parasites hit the sheilds now, haveing falling to the ground.. "Defelct!" The Sheilds lit up with a small green glow and suddenly all the teeth and parasiteds comming at them didnt just fall to the ground, it were sent as voilently sendt back towards the Waves of advanceing Gaunts running directly into their own fire. that tore the first wave apart into disareay. "Works all the time" "The small group of Necrons began to advance towards the wave"
KAIRETH 3 - Mining outpost. The next wave of tyranids are bigger, with warriors threading amongst them. This wave is focused more on meele wih Hormagaunts and the wariors equippd with scything talons. They roar as they charge towards the mechanical enemy
OOC: Slaves ... I mean loyal followers reminder! @MetalDog4 @Casavay <Kaireth I - Main Road - Lykus Durandal> "Now of course. We have only little time to prepare and each moment shall be used to full potential! But fear not, given my talents... We will be there immediately." The Sorcerer halted and tapped the floor nine times with his staff, before a Warp Portal would emerge in front of them. "Much quicker and less exhausting than walking!" He said as he walked through, the next destination: Space Port of Kaireth I. Though before he embarked through the portal he had voxed his trustworthy champion. "Arani. Soon several hundreds if not thousands of cultists will arrive at the Industrial Sector, make sure they are welcomed and indoctrinated. Use some of them to teach our newest member some Psyker skills, she has to learn quick. But for the majority. We will need them to spread the word so we gain more followers and then... When our time is right, they all shall aid us in the greatest combat of Kaireth. Do not disappoint me."
OOC: My fault I guess, I forgot to post here before going to bed! IC: Yriel wasted no time and moved inside, already tearing off as much of her armour as she could, and being far more successful than a girl of her statue should be, she was quickly rid of everything but the uniform below, and even that was tattered. She knew how to put on Carapace, and was quickly clad in the azure armour. "Heavy it weighs on my shoulders. Heavy the armour is. You say it protects, but does nothing to keep the true dangers out of my body. They enter uninhibited." With a few tentative movements and twirls, the apprentice tested her new armour. It was indeed heavier, but did not inhibit her movements as much as she had feared. Being done with that, she looked into the armoury once more. "Power sword?", she simply asked.
OOC: Time to make my entrance.... Spoiler Name: Trella Makerious Gender: Female Class: Assassin-Vindicare Looks: Underneath the Spy-mask and Stealthsuit that all Vindicares wear, Trella would have the appearance of a human in their early 20's, with a plain face, it's only distinguishing features being her long, jet black hair and green eyes. Has a fairly thin body and her voice has failed to atrophied from a lack of use, unlike most Vindicares she knows of. Equipment: Exitus Rifle and Pistol, with Hellfire, Shield-Breaker and Turbo-Penetrator rounds as default special ammunition. Combat blade. Armor: Vindicare Stealthsuit and Spymask. Traits Expert shot: Trella is a very, very good shot for a Vindicare assassin, able to pick off most targets with a single round to it's weak-point, memorised from studying and practising on her targets. Flaws Too reasonable: Trella is willing to compromise her mission in favour of dealing with more pressing threats.... Even if she ends up having to resort to allying with heretics to that end. Putting her under duress has been known to accelerate the process significantly. Special Rules None. <Kaireth I-Governor's Palace-Trella Makerious> Within the hall of the Governor's Palace, a lone figure, clad in black hid behind a gargoyle decoration suspended from one of the towering walls, with an Exitus Rifle aimed towards the seat the Governor would be sitting in. Said figure was Trella Makerious, a Vindicare Assassin. Her target was the Governor who's seat she was aiming at, for he had apparently been collection Xeno and Chaos artefacts which might have corrupted him to worshipping the Ruinous powers. She had been sent to remove him. Trella had been waiting behind that gargoyle statue for about 3 solar days, waiting for the chance to deliver the perfect shot upon that traitor's head. She rested her rifle on the gargoyle's wing while she took off her Spymask and took out a concealed food capsule, which she promptly consumed. After putting her mask back on, she took her rifle back into her hands and waited for her target to arrive....
(OOC: She will have to wait, also Kaireth 2 is the hive world with the governours palace. NOT Kairteth 1 which is a industrial world.) KAIRETH 2 - Governours palace. The Broodmother sniffs the air. The guardsmen lie slaughtered around her. She sends out a psycic message to the fleet above "Deploy the last remnants of the hunters. We have almost finished the hunt"
OOC: should I just start writing? IC: Flashback A signal was sent through the Synapse network back up to the Hive Ships that were fighting the remaining defending ships and dodging fire from planet-side anti-orbital defenses. The Brood Mother's guard had been slain. And also rather quickly in fact. If The Brood Mother was going to continue to act in such a vicious, strategically questionable way by leading from the front (hint hint), then a stronger form of protection would be needed. And so the Norn Queens conversed with one another, developing the design for a new alteration of the Tyranid Guard template. When a design had finally been decided, the lead Hive Ship's brooding chambers roared (quite literally) with activity. Spoiler NAME: Ol' Ironside CLASS: Tyrant Guard (Tyranid-Hive Fleet Wraith) GENDER: it LOOKS: Similar to this except the color scheme of Hive Fleet Wraith with the armor being a metallic burnt silver. Also has a short "spike" on its head plate similar to that of a hive tyrant, but proportionately half as large. Is significantly larger than the standard Tyrant Guard, standing at twice the height of an Astartes. Armor is covered with spikes. EQUIPMENT/SYMBIOTES: Rending claws: Hand-like appendages with diamond-hard claws. Act as lower arms/fore-legs to support weight. Reaper Talons: Ol' Ironside's scything talons have been lengthened to twice that of normal ones and strengthed with metal alloys. As the beast charges, these blades stretch outward to eviscerate any and all in its path. Guardmen regulars are but wheat waiting to be reaped. Screamer Killer: Ol' Ironside contains carnifex genes that allow it to hurl searing hot bio-plasma accompanied by an ungodly screech. Not able to perform in quick succession. Requires a short time to "charge up". Biomorphs: adrenal glands, regenerative tissue ARMOR/CARPACE: Bonded exoskeleton with trace amounts of metal alloys (This thing was made to guard the swarm leader. It's going to be TOUGH) TRAITS: Unstoppable: A charging Tyrant Guard is hard to stop. A charging Tyrant Guard the size of Ol' Ironside is nigh impossible to forcefully halt. Able to flip medium tanks without stopping if given enough time to build momentum. Captain of the Guard: Ol' Ironside was made to lead the personal guard of The Brood Mother for the duration of the Fleet's existence. Combat skills of a group of Tyrant Guard being led by Ol' Ironside are exellent even against trained Astartes. Furthermore, should Ol' Ironside be seperated (either intentionall or unintentionally) from the swarm, it will maintain a "brood synapse" with its fellow Guard, maintaining a cohesive unit. FLAWS: Blind: Tyrant Guard do not posses eyes and must rely on either their charge's vision (the tervigon or the local synapse creature) or their other senses (mostly smell. slightly hearing). Bound by Blood: Ol' Ironside was based off of The Brood Mother's base DNA template to strengthen the connection between them. However, this means that, should The Brood Mother perish before Ol' Ironside, it will die with "her". Orders are orders: Ol' Ironside does not has a tactical mind in any sense, and must be ordered to perform any act other than the role of protection. If out of range of the local synapse, it will hold position in the general area until further orders are given or forced to relocate. SPECIAL RULES: Hard to miss: When Ol' Ironside is not charging, its shining armor along with its impressive size make it easy to catch the eye of the enemy. It will not Die: Ol' Ironside has higher than average regeneration. If fire isn't focussed on it, it will seem impossible to bring down. Others: Fearless, The new bioform was constructed in a matter of minutes- fully matured. It was a master piece. The perfect guard for a swarm leader. Unique to any other Tyranid. The new Guard was placed into a waiting Mysetic Spore along with 2 regular Tyrant Guard that would complete the brood and was immediately jettisoned down toward the planet's surface. (where do I touch down GM?)
