Hey ladz! Thrakka 'ere! Just wanted to say how happy me and Krol'jas are that the community is having fun with the story we started. Be sure to check out the new story we were working on as well that tells the origins of Vixen his blue grot. http://forum.eternalcrusade.com/threads/the-tale-of-vixen-one-off-story.1752/ This is a finished story so please don't RP anymore on this thread but comments are appreciated! WAAAAGHH!!!
Oh...finished :/ well, finishing line people. Flamewing laughed at the watchman. He very well knew Farsight would not even tell him that. Besides, he wanted to hold the entire system at his knees and take this prized trophy. Nevermind. The weapon was EXTREMLY important. He told the Watchman "Unfortunately watchman, I have more....dire matters to attend to. With a swift kick of his XV08-5 Enforcer commander suit, he kicked him straight into the air lock, and with Tau precision, activated it to send him outside the ship. Being merciful though, he had spared him an oxygen kit. And then their ship, taking their superweapon with them, blasted off into the edges of the Immaterium, destination back to the Farsight Enclaves.
(If this is still going, I am just gonna post... otherwise, just ignore me.) MEANWHILE, ON THE PLANET BELOW... A single Space Marine walked around, the quiet sound of whirring cogs and electro-fibres from his power armour being constant. There is not much wind, so his cloak kinda kinda just hangs there more or less. The Power Armour itself is embellished - The Power Pack unit would have belonged to a suit of Artificer Armour, if not for the two strange metallic tubes propping out of it that just makes it look strange to those outside of the Chapter he belonged to. Ares looked around, heaved a heavy sigh, and just simply yelled; "WHERE IN THE EMPEROR-DAMN WARP HAVE I ENDED UP AT NOW?!" He knew that he can't contact the ship in orbit, or anyone currently due to whateverthefrak is wrong with the comm-link, and not to mention the deep strike scatter was so bad he is practically seperated from his forces that have already deployed... He is terribly lost. That is for certain.
(Seeing that the planet is being overrun by Necrons and minions of Nurgle, the Tau evacuated, the Orkz gone, the Watchmen gone, let's bring the devastation) The hive had been overrun with nurglings and plague zombies. The cultists had fled the scene, casting off their sinfull ways they took refuge somewhere within the Tau's ship. Should they be found as stragglers, they would coöperate with the Tau and start building towards a Tau-Human bonding experience that would mean they would start working together. Back on the surface the Great Unclean One sat in the centre of the hive. He looked around with that goofy Nurglite smile. He felt the necrons moving around. And so the plaguebearers strode forward. Off into an endless battle against reforming automatons. No single daemon payed attention to the lone space marine that had suddenly appeared. They were just waiting for the big bang. The Great Unclean One looked up at the sky, towards the moon. As if he knew what was going on. He smiled. He would go back to Papa Nurgle.
Ares immediately realised what is going on as he saw the Daemons. At that point, he had two options. A) Get the f*** out of here. B) Take the fight to the enemy. He shook his head, and bashed his helmet. The Comm-link somehow came back online. He paused before he gave out his first orders... OOC: So there is Necrons everywhere, and a Nurgle Daemon infestation... and the Tau somehow got away... Is the planet gonna blow, or can I jump in for a kind of a last-min rescue for the remaining loyalists and precious resources or something?
The Tau evacuation had been done rather hastily. Though all the Tau themselves had been long gone, their remaining drones and the mobile drone factories still lingered behind, simply with their pre-programmed one directive: Attack anything that wasn't part of the Imperium or a Tau. A small drone squadron came across ares. The drone simply went up to him, did it's quick scan on a stunned Ares and buzzed off, headed to attack the chaos daemon. Eh, from here on, do what you wish with the drones, you can capture/destroy the drone factory, up to you. Basically, this is all that's left. Won't be on anymore.
Ares just simply stared at the Drone as it buzzed off... "Welp there goes a chance for a surprise attack." he thought.
(if you want you can still salvage materials and get out, the Great Unclean One is just waiting for the destruction of the planet) Plaguebearer upon plaguebearer fell prey to the drones, occaissionally striking back, but they were focussed on the necrons. Where one nurgling fell, two more spawned. The planet itself slowly became infested. Time started to slow as even the core became touched slowly. It would take only an hour or two untill the planet would come to a full stop. The sky covered in murky clouds and flies. Papa Nurgle would be pleased. Khorne was already pleased with what his daemons had achieved. the two marines were pleased as Khârn offered Angron's weapon back to the Primarch, starting the re-unification of the World Eaters. Even Tzeench was pleased, as things changed into the favour of Chaos. Only Slaanesh was left unpowered by the events. The despair, misery, sheer bloodshed of it all fueled Nurgle and Khorne. And the Great Unclean One just sat there, looking up to the moon. Waiting for the Tau to send him and his horde back to Papa Nurgle (and effectively by blowing the planet to bits, spreading Nurgle's blobby love, but that was a case for another time and for others to worry about)
At least push the button and give a time limit, perhaps others will jump on where we left off (on that case, I will also fully withdraw from the thread)
